Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 20:31:38 GMT
Somewhere, an abandoned planet in the Federated Colonies
Roughly around 10 years ago...
It was just a normal planet, belonging to the Federated Colonies. Once, in the past, it had been inhabited by humans and other species, who had been living in harmony with the planet, and the jungle that covered most of it. But that was in the past... before the bloody conflicts known as the Intergalactic Wars. Now, the planet was abandoned, in the possession of the Federal Government... and of the military junta that controlled it. The Circle. And what was going to happen on it... would be the largest mass experiment ever attempted by humans... with one purpose. The find the absolute best candidate to be the next Hegemon of the Colonies...
Base A
It was a sunny and hot afternoon in one of the few places of the planet that wasn't totally covered by jungle. The transport ships had come and left, and now, the first few hundred recruits/subjects who had been brought here were quietly eating in a large, improvised tent. The food was practically horrible, synthetic food with absolute no taste at all, but they were hungry, so none of them said anything about it. All of them were wearing the standard uniforms of the Colonial soldiers, since they weren't worth the spending to be equipped with nanosuits. Normal uniforms, of that neutral light blue-gray color, called blaugrau by the Colonials in their own language. All the uniforms were exactly the same. They weren't even designed to protect them or anything. Just... to be there so that they wouldn't have to walk around naked. A few hundred subjects in plus or in minus, what mattered?
The large tent was mostly quiet, with everyone eating. The people around were of all ages, from elderly people, to children. Who cared about stuff like age. But one of these people in particular was kinda strange. While most of them were quiet because they were eating, a rather strange black haired boy wasn't eating. He wasn't doing anything. Just sitting there... doing nothing... with no emotion visible in his black eyes. He simply seemed to be.... empty inside.
Unfortunately, one of the other soldiers, a rather muscular boy, older than the black haired one, quickly noticed that the quiet kid wasn't eating anything... so he approached him, stopped behind him, and put his hand on the black eyed kid's shoulder.
"You're not eating, right? Genome filth. Give me your food then... it would be a waste on a bastard like you." , the boy said, smirking. Some of the other boys, his friends probably, laughed, while the guards, the real soldiers that were guarding the recruits, didn't even look in that area, ignoring it completely. Vaguely, the black haired boy tried to stand up. To anyone looking, it would have been clear that the boy simply wanted to leave, and abandon the food there. But to the muscular boy, who was looking for a fight, this was the needed reason. The black haired boy didn't even manage to stand up, before a fist send him to the ground, bleeding.
"Hey, bastard, what are you doing?", a voice was heard. By now, most of the other people in the place had their attentions already attracted by this incident. After all, you couldn't see someone get beaten by another recruit every day... usually, only the guards were beating up people. But this seemingly attracted the attention of another boy, who seemed to be really angry about this. That boy stood up, as he started to walk towards the muscular boy, and the bleeding black haired boy who was still on the ground. This new boy also had a black hair, a little bit lighter and more messy than that of the emotionless one. But this boy's eyes... or better said eye, since his left eye was covered by a black leather eye-patch, was purple. A deep, dark purple.
Approaching the muscular boy, angry, the purple eyed boy punched the muscular one. But unfortunately, that boy wasn't the type to fall down after one punch. And he fought back. Despite his best efforts, the purple eyed boy seemingly had a lot of problems correctly judging distance and depth, probably due to the rather recent... removal of his left eye, so soon enough, the purple eyed boy was kicked in the belly by the muscular one, receiving some more punches, and falling on his knees. But another boy, a red haired and blue eyed one, around the age of the two boys who were now getting beaten, appeared from behind, hitting the muscular boy in the head with a metal plate rather violently. The muscular boy fell on the ground, unconscious.
With everyone returning to whatever they were doing rather disappointed by the result of the fight. The red haired boy helped the purple eyed boy stand back up, and the purple eyed boy helped the black haired boy up.
"That bastard surely deserved it.", the red eyed boy said. "I'm glad that we managed to beat him. I'm Theodor, Theodor Eberbach. What about you guys?". The purple eyed boy was the first to answer, shaking Theodor's hand. "I'm... Kingsley... Julius Kingsley." Theodor clearly recognized the name... but he choose to remain silent, and smiled. The two of them than looked at the black haired boy, who only now seemed to realize what was happening around him. "What's your name?", Julius asked him. After a few long moments of silence. the black eyed boy answered in a low and monotone voice. "Alexander... Alexander Werther.."
Roughly around 10 years ago...
It was just a normal planet, belonging to the Federated Colonies. Once, in the past, it had been inhabited by humans and other species, who had been living in harmony with the planet, and the jungle that covered most of it. But that was in the past... before the bloody conflicts known as the Intergalactic Wars. Now, the planet was abandoned, in the possession of the Federal Government... and of the military junta that controlled it. The Circle. And what was going to happen on it... would be the largest mass experiment ever attempted by humans... with one purpose. The find the absolute best candidate to be the next Hegemon of the Colonies...
Base A
It was a sunny and hot afternoon in one of the few places of the planet that wasn't totally covered by jungle. The transport ships had come and left, and now, the first few hundred recruits/subjects who had been brought here were quietly eating in a large, improvised tent. The food was practically horrible, synthetic food with absolute no taste at all, but they were hungry, so none of them said anything about it. All of them were wearing the standard uniforms of the Colonial soldiers, since they weren't worth the spending to be equipped with nanosuits. Normal uniforms, of that neutral light blue-gray color, called blaugrau by the Colonials in their own language. All the uniforms were exactly the same. They weren't even designed to protect them or anything. Just... to be there so that they wouldn't have to walk around naked. A few hundred subjects in plus or in minus, what mattered?
The large tent was mostly quiet, with everyone eating. The people around were of all ages, from elderly people, to children. Who cared about stuff like age. But one of these people in particular was kinda strange. While most of them were quiet because they were eating, a rather strange black haired boy wasn't eating. He wasn't doing anything. Just sitting there... doing nothing... with no emotion visible in his black eyes. He simply seemed to be.... empty inside.
Unfortunately, one of the other soldiers, a rather muscular boy, older than the black haired one, quickly noticed that the quiet kid wasn't eating anything... so he approached him, stopped behind him, and put his hand on the black eyed kid's shoulder.
"You're not eating, right? Genome filth. Give me your food then... it would be a waste on a bastard like you." , the boy said, smirking. Some of the other boys, his friends probably, laughed, while the guards, the real soldiers that were guarding the recruits, didn't even look in that area, ignoring it completely. Vaguely, the black haired boy tried to stand up. To anyone looking, it would have been clear that the boy simply wanted to leave, and abandon the food there. But to the muscular boy, who was looking for a fight, this was the needed reason. The black haired boy didn't even manage to stand up, before a fist send him to the ground, bleeding.
"Hey, bastard, what are you doing?", a voice was heard. By now, most of the other people in the place had their attentions already attracted by this incident. After all, you couldn't see someone get beaten by another recruit every day... usually, only the guards were beating up people. But this seemingly attracted the attention of another boy, who seemed to be really angry about this. That boy stood up, as he started to walk towards the muscular boy, and the bleeding black haired boy who was still on the ground. This new boy also had a black hair, a little bit lighter and more messy than that of the emotionless one. But this boy's eyes... or better said eye, since his left eye was covered by a black leather eye-patch, was purple. A deep, dark purple.
Approaching the muscular boy, angry, the purple eyed boy punched the muscular one. But unfortunately, that boy wasn't the type to fall down after one punch. And he fought back. Despite his best efforts, the purple eyed boy seemingly had a lot of problems correctly judging distance and depth, probably due to the rather recent... removal of his left eye, so soon enough, the purple eyed boy was kicked in the belly by the muscular one, receiving some more punches, and falling on his knees. But another boy, a red haired and blue eyed one, around the age of the two boys who were now getting beaten, appeared from behind, hitting the muscular boy in the head with a metal plate rather violently. The muscular boy fell on the ground, unconscious.
With everyone returning to whatever they were doing rather disappointed by the result of the fight. The red haired boy helped the purple eyed boy stand back up, and the purple eyed boy helped the black haired boy up.
"That bastard surely deserved it.", the red eyed boy said. "I'm glad that we managed to beat him. I'm Theodor, Theodor Eberbach. What about you guys?". The purple eyed boy was the first to answer, shaking Theodor's hand. "I'm... Kingsley... Julius Kingsley." Theodor clearly recognized the name... but he choose to remain silent, and smiled. The two of them than looked at the black haired boy, who only now seemed to realize what was happening around him. "What's your name?", Julius asked him. After a few long moments of silence. the black eyed boy answered in a low and monotone voice. "Alexander... Alexander Werther.."