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Stabilis -> RE: The story of your character (7/18/2011 11:51:44)
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This is my story, and you can sit there and read up.
As a runaway ex-Shock Battalion child and a remorseful boy, I really do not have a place on Delta V. In the present time I am searching for what makes me sad and empty as I hold tight to my aged memories from the childhood.
When I was a youngster, I lived an interesting life being the only son of Captain Zaraki, Captain of the 99th division of Shock Battalion Beta, and my mother who serves as a stay-at-home mom. I do not see my dad on a consistent basis as he is constantly hired to work on the battle strategies of divisions 75-100. When I do see him at home we were never close. He thinks so highly of himself and expects so much from me. I dislike his attitude because he looks for the cruel factors in life. He enjoys the fight and is enveloped by anger and bloodshed.
Me? I am just a casual guy with a soft personality. I prefer not living to later become someone who is involved in this modern warfare. Being close to nature and having recreation is my style. Although, a life of this kind is just so hard to achieve; as I can only see myself being pulled into that chaos. I want out. To be exempt from this lifestyle and these people, this is what I am going to achieve.
Present day, age 17, I grabbed my Shock Battalion uniform and equipment. On March 13, 2:00 AM, I jumped 20 feet out my window and rolled hard onto the brash and immovable ground. No adrenaline going through my blood since I know that an agitated soldier is no soldier at all. No visor needed for my my viewing, I can see clearly in the dark. I spent a solid thirty minutes leaving the encampment; maneuvering and breaching the exits. I was out, yet not out. My plans were to head to the least populated domains of the Delta Preserves where many resources and vast landscapes were abandoned. I spent weeks traveling by foot through this lovely wilderness known as nature at its finest; half-dead trees and small bushes. I suppose that's all I could ask for in a world where tolerance and justice is forgotten by the newer characteristics of our leaders, greed and arrogance come to fill the void. Occasional rivers and leafy trees appear where the least evidence of corruption and poison ravaged through these open halls could be found. At least I went on with a goofy smile. I could only think of a fantasy life now that I am independent.
I arrived at a clearing of a few hundred meters squared. I took off my backpack and set up a tent. After that I just wanted to relax for good and think about my next steps. I tripped backwards into the bedding and laid there. I felt pain as I searched my sore back. I removed my stun blaster and held it up over my face. Such intricate details, coloured yellow and with two power cells; I wondered what guns were for? Still lying down, I held the gun down to sights and stared ominously into the distance. In the element of surprise, my sights were directed perfectly onto a lone deer which was grazing. I held my breath and the gun firmly and focused on the deer's neck. Logically, I set myself a distance of ninety meters apart and wind blowing eastward about ten kilometers per hour. Emotionally, I thought about the life of a deer. Born into grass and cared for one year by the doe. After that is left alone to be independent and vulnerable to everything, only to find its own mate with a low chance of successful reproduction. Would erasing this deer's life do any good for either of us? I dropped the gun and lay back. From the depths of my own humanity I saw the potential for me to be evil and a tear slid sideways off my face. I bothered not to wipe it off and went to sleep.
I awoke with a new goal. I wanted us all to be just and be connected under the name of harmony. I needed to muster more people with the same opinion and then together we could produce a lifestyle without any sinful emotion. We could all be happy with smiles aplenty [:)]. No need for war or currency, we will only need each other to thrive...
In the future, age 22. I am the only one to arrive at our checkpoint. Baelius sent forces and Shock Battalions are warring overhead and all around. I can feel something sinister. There has been no contact with David, Jory, or Michelle for hours; they may as well be dead. As I wonder about the others, someone is running on the overhang above and behind me. A man drops down in front of me. Having the Shock Battalion logo on his back I shout at him, "Listen up, state your identity!". He stops, slowly rotates, and I see him clearly. That man is my dad.
"ExVoid?", asks my dad. I reply, "Yes, thats me". Father then asks, "Will you return back home and serve us?". I am shocked, bitterly. He is no real father to me. He has weak emotions and and little acknowledgement for my well being. I snap back, "Even now, you horrible person, to you living is only living to hurt and make yourself proud! You're just a bully with a wrong sense of duty and no person should bow down for you!". My father twitches a little and prepares to talk, "So this is the boy I raised? Rebellious to everything and scared too. Come on, kido. Lets scrap it out right here to prove who's right". That's the man I know. Arrogantly willing to explode on anyone because of his loose control on his anger and headstrong on his faulty beliefs.
I come at him with my sickle-like blade but tactfully pull out my arm and give him a straight led punch to his solar plexus. He backs off a little but swings his dragon slaying sword wildly at me. There were probably one hundred clangs of metal as our mighty blades collided. I was resilient but he was peppy during the entire fight. Just as he left an opening from giving too much effort into one strike, I prepared a stun grenade and stuck it down his shirt in the back. I jumped away and equipped my blaster. In moments there was a bang and a flash in one and he was on his knees. I set my gun to shock him into submission and aimed at his back. Within seconds he disappeared from my sights and all I could do was blink before he had reappeared behind me and hit me over the head with his sword hilt. I collapsed into unconsciousness with him standing next to me...
"I guess you get it now, kid", my father states. He rolls his shoulders and cranks his neck, then adds, "I'm still your dad and I'm number one". He walks away saying, "Don't worry; You'll be up by tomorrow morning". My father is about to teleport away when he stops cold where he stands.
I can hear a gloomy and disturbing voice in my head.
"You weak boy, ExVoid, why can't you do things on your own?"
"You can't hope to even squash a fly with your abilities, or even think about it."
"If you want to win, embrace the power of the Void and erase all that oppose you!"
"Just accept the Great Emptiness from within! Or are you too scared, hateful, greedy, evil, careless to do anything about your dad and those bad things ruining your world?"
I answer, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
My dad is staring curiously at my body as what seem to be spiritual energies gray and purple in colour explode and swirl around me. I open my newly gleaming eyes, gray in colour which were previously blue. I get to my feet easily and hold one arm out towards my dad. A large scythe spawns in my hand with a strange logo at the head. My father stares deathly at it, almost becoming pale to my presence. I say to him, "I won't lose to a corrupt person who should be an honourable man". My father swings his weapon in front of him and bellows, "Is this some kind of joke?!".
My father charges at me, and tries to make a stab. I block the tip with the scythe's head and counter his attack. He jumps back to evade mine and then jumps high into the air above me. What looks like him rolling preparing a stunt-like attack looks very lethal. He came down and swung his sword at such an incredible speed. I side stepped that move and hooked a punch into the side of his jaw. He dropped completely to the ground and rolled away. He got up slowly and raged into the skies, becoming tense and berserk; I felt an immense energy from him and saw his angry face. Now he was being careless, swinging his blade even more recklessly and stronger. Another hundred clangs rang out. I parried and weaved many hits gracefully to my benefit. He left himself open after missing me by more than ninety degrees. As a slid aside to an opening, I raised my scythe. I let it fall on his shoulder, goring him down to his ribs. He fell over and did not move but breath heavily. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at me.
I was, frightened. Nervous... Not myself. I went to say something but stuttered and stopped. My dad then said, "Well, looks like you beat me fair and square. I guess I underestimated you", coughing and laughing a little. "What's so funny?", I ask. He replies, "Don't be stupid, you're talented at swordsmanship and fight pretty decent". I tell my dad, "I hate you, I really hate you", and look away. My dad looks up at the stars and exclaims, "I don't blame you. I've always been away from home and I ain't much of a family guy. I try to get you to like me with the things I do for a living and influence you with the Shock Battalion. I now see all I've done is bore you and annoy you with that stuff". I look at him, "Dad...", "Sorry ExVoid, I don't get another chance... Look, you make a great fighter and you'll probably do good with your life. I just want you to know this now before I can't tell you later, you're my favourite son and, I love you."
I felt relieved, cheerful, and a little ashamed. I ask, "What's going to happen to you?". He touches his wound and breaths deeply, "Well, by seeing how deep it is my subclavian is draining out. Looks like its my time to go". "NO!", I shout, "Don't give up!". He grins a bit and assures me, "Its not a matter of giving up but accepting death when its happening". He looks back up into the stars and stops talking. I tell him, "Dad, don't fret, I've always loved you too!", as I talk he closes his eyes and blacks out. I am on my knees, head bowed in solemness, sick to the stomach but pay my respects.
I stand up and I hear that voice... Again.
"Well done ExVoid, you successfully conquered him!"
"What are you implying?! Who are you?!"
"Can't you tell? I'm invading your mind from the Legions."
"CADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN"
Then I black out and fall on my face.
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