Post by LittleGreenMan on Jun 24, 2004 0:01:51 GMT -5
Yay! Finally finished chap. 1 of my new fic. Chap. 2 is almost finished. This is still an early version of my fic, so I'll likely be rewriting a few things. Also not sure if I'm happy with the title yet. I also need to refer to a couple of the episodes to tie up some loose ends. Other than that, should be good to go!
P.S. I don't know a lot of political jargon and such, so if you see mistakes there (or anywhere for that matter), please feel free to flame me and beat me over the head with a 2X4 (or you could just politely suggest what I do to fix it) ;D.
What were things like before Buzz Lightyear? Before Star Command? When the Alliance was formed?
1. President Karlan
President Karlan nearly slammed the door to his chambers shut.
“Foolish idiots!” He mumbled to himself.
He let out a sigh and regained his composure. He ran his thin three-fingered hand over his naturally bald scalp. As he tried to gather his thoughts from his last meeting with the ambassadors, he noticed a slight rustle coming from behind a velvet curtain at the opposite end of the room. He went on as if he hadn’t noticed anything and walked over to a nearby cabinet. After leafing through a pile of some of his best clothing, his hands finally managed to grip the small blaster he kept hidden under there. He turned around and slowly walked toward the curtain, weapon in hand. He could feel the scales on his back rising up slightly. He tried his best to control it, but it wasn’t easy to stop natural instinct. Careful to take light steps, Karlan finally reached the heavy curtain, blaster ready. His hand cautiously reached out for the still-trembling curtain. Instinct took over, and he pulled the curtain off to the side in the blink of an eye. And indeed, Karlan was inclined to blink, but he didn’t. His eyes still focused on the area behind the curtain. Nothing there, but an open glass door. Karlan lowered the weapon slightly and cautiously walked out onto the small, stone balcony. Looking out, he saw only the buildings across the street, and several guards patrolling the ground below him.
“Now the wind is testing my patience.” He thought.
He lowered the weapon to his waist and returned to his chambers. Karlan closed the door, not entirely sure that he remembered opening it. He felt the scales on his back settle slightly as he reached for the curtain.
“Work must be getting to me.” He thought again as he pulled the dark purple sheet back in place.
He crossed the room and put the blaster back in its hiding place, almost wishing that someone had been behind the curtain. Of course, he knew he was no good to the Alliance dead. Certainly he could just as easily called in the guards. But he still wanted a chance to prove himself. To show the other races that he was not the coward everyone believed him to be, even if he was putting his life on the line in the process.
“No. That would be foolish. If I were killed...” He thought again.
He began to notice that he did a lot of thinking lately. But there was time for little else. It was almost entirely up to him to maintain the unsteady peace with the other races. And yet, despite all he had been through, some still saw him as weak and pathetic. No. It wouldn’t be right to kill just to show who he truly was. Doing so would make him no better than the Raenoks. Of course, they were also the ones making the accusations against him. And against everyone else in the Alliance for that matter. He swished his slender tail out of his way before taking a seat on a large rock. Anyone else would have seen it as just a large rock. He saw it as a very comfortable chair. He had been offered better seating arrangements on several occasions, but each time he had declined. A sturdy rock was good enough for him.
“Hardly enough time to relax anymore.”
Karlan wanted nothing more than a few moments of peace. At this thought, he grinned despite himself.
“Peace. Everyone needs more that a few moments of it.”
With that, his thoughts quickly returned to the Raenoks. While there were several races standing in the way of peace, none was more notable than the Raenoks. Just the week before, several Raenoks assassins had attempted to deliver a bomb directly to his chambers. Fortunately the guards had intercepted the bomb, but the perpetrators had managed to make a clean getaway. And only two days ago, a sniper had just narrowly missed him as he was leaving a meeting that evening. No one had managed to get a good view of the sniper, but it was more than likely the same Raenok assassins that had attempted to deliver the bomb. They were undeniably the root of the problem. And something had to be done about it. Something. Karlan struggled to think ahead. To think about the future and his upcoming diplomatic mission, but his thoughts drew him back to the past. Back to the war. The war that nearly cost everyone, everything. The Deadlock.
It had all started years ago and had only just recently ended, but Karlan still remembered almost every detail. He remembered his people hearing the news about it. He remembered seeing the pictures. And even remembered it was beautiful. And, unfortunately, everyone else felt the same about it. A luscious green world with bright oceans and blanketed by pure white clouds. And an atmosphere, to DIE for. It was a chilling thought, but also the plain truth. A world like this one had never been seen before, and everyone doubted that there were many others like it. Despite his age at the time, Karlan still understood that this planet was more than just another planet. It was unique, and everyone would want it. Little did he know that it would forever be a turning point in the galaxy. Yes, everyone wanted it. Even the Raetailians. But they were not the first ones to discover it. In fact, no one was certain who discovered it first. All that mattered now was that planet. Nothing else. A world rich with untapped resource deposits, water for the masses, and an environment like no other. Had it not been for that oxygen-rich air, then there may have been no war at all. Oxygen. Something every race both needed and lacked at the time. Certainly there were other oxygen-rich plants, but none of them were nearly as appealing as this one.
The planet Rhizome had water and oxygen, but almost no natural resources of its own. The peaceful inhabitants there survived with some kind of plant technology.
Tangea was another close match, but the Tangean people were very resentful of outsiders. And insiders if you included the Grounders. No one had much contact with the Tangeans, and rumors went around that they could walk straight through solid walls, like ghosts. Some even said they could reach into your mind, and drive one insane. Others said that they were guarding vast amounts of gold and treasures, and anyone who would dare steal them would be cursed. One explorer even claimed that they had a massive war fleet, and even said he saw one of them shoot fire from his eyes. While it wasn’t clear if all of these rumors were true, one thing was for certain. Tangea was a remote planet. Practically too far off for anyone to be concerned about anyway.
Bathyos had resources, and plenty of them. And a bit too much water. Bathyos was a planet said to be rich with fusion crystals, but getting to them was the problem. The crystals were in caverns deep below the surface. It would be years before anyone would be able to perfect a device capable of reaching the crystals down in the depths. Like Tangea, rumors flew around that Bathyos was inhabited by undersea monsters guarding their treasures.
With nowhere else to go, it came down solely to that one, beautiful planet. The wonderful green world that would one day be known as Capital Planet.
P.S. I don't know a lot of political jargon and such, so if you see mistakes there (or anywhere for that matter), please feel free to flame me and beat me over the head with a 2X4 (or you could just politely suggest what I do to fix it) ;D.
What were things like before Buzz Lightyear? Before Star Command? When the Alliance was formed?
1. President Karlan
President Karlan nearly slammed the door to his chambers shut.
“Foolish idiots!” He mumbled to himself.
He let out a sigh and regained his composure. He ran his thin three-fingered hand over his naturally bald scalp. As he tried to gather his thoughts from his last meeting with the ambassadors, he noticed a slight rustle coming from behind a velvet curtain at the opposite end of the room. He went on as if he hadn’t noticed anything and walked over to a nearby cabinet. After leafing through a pile of some of his best clothing, his hands finally managed to grip the small blaster he kept hidden under there. He turned around and slowly walked toward the curtain, weapon in hand. He could feel the scales on his back rising up slightly. He tried his best to control it, but it wasn’t easy to stop natural instinct. Careful to take light steps, Karlan finally reached the heavy curtain, blaster ready. His hand cautiously reached out for the still-trembling curtain. Instinct took over, and he pulled the curtain off to the side in the blink of an eye. And indeed, Karlan was inclined to blink, but he didn’t. His eyes still focused on the area behind the curtain. Nothing there, but an open glass door. Karlan lowered the weapon slightly and cautiously walked out onto the small, stone balcony. Looking out, he saw only the buildings across the street, and several guards patrolling the ground below him.
“Now the wind is testing my patience.” He thought.
He lowered the weapon to his waist and returned to his chambers. Karlan closed the door, not entirely sure that he remembered opening it. He felt the scales on his back settle slightly as he reached for the curtain.
“Work must be getting to me.” He thought again as he pulled the dark purple sheet back in place.
He crossed the room and put the blaster back in its hiding place, almost wishing that someone had been behind the curtain. Of course, he knew he was no good to the Alliance dead. Certainly he could just as easily called in the guards. But he still wanted a chance to prove himself. To show the other races that he was not the coward everyone believed him to be, even if he was putting his life on the line in the process.
“No. That would be foolish. If I were killed...” He thought again.
He began to notice that he did a lot of thinking lately. But there was time for little else. It was almost entirely up to him to maintain the unsteady peace with the other races. And yet, despite all he had been through, some still saw him as weak and pathetic. No. It wouldn’t be right to kill just to show who he truly was. Doing so would make him no better than the Raenoks. Of course, they were also the ones making the accusations against him. And against everyone else in the Alliance for that matter. He swished his slender tail out of his way before taking a seat on a large rock. Anyone else would have seen it as just a large rock. He saw it as a very comfortable chair. He had been offered better seating arrangements on several occasions, but each time he had declined. A sturdy rock was good enough for him.
“Hardly enough time to relax anymore.”
Karlan wanted nothing more than a few moments of peace. At this thought, he grinned despite himself.
“Peace. Everyone needs more that a few moments of it.”
With that, his thoughts quickly returned to the Raenoks. While there were several races standing in the way of peace, none was more notable than the Raenoks. Just the week before, several Raenoks assassins had attempted to deliver a bomb directly to his chambers. Fortunately the guards had intercepted the bomb, but the perpetrators had managed to make a clean getaway. And only two days ago, a sniper had just narrowly missed him as he was leaving a meeting that evening. No one had managed to get a good view of the sniper, but it was more than likely the same Raenok assassins that had attempted to deliver the bomb. They were undeniably the root of the problem. And something had to be done about it. Something. Karlan struggled to think ahead. To think about the future and his upcoming diplomatic mission, but his thoughts drew him back to the past. Back to the war. The war that nearly cost everyone, everything. The Deadlock.
It had all started years ago and had only just recently ended, but Karlan still remembered almost every detail. He remembered his people hearing the news about it. He remembered seeing the pictures. And even remembered it was beautiful. And, unfortunately, everyone else felt the same about it. A luscious green world with bright oceans and blanketed by pure white clouds. And an atmosphere, to DIE for. It was a chilling thought, but also the plain truth. A world like this one had never been seen before, and everyone doubted that there were many others like it. Despite his age at the time, Karlan still understood that this planet was more than just another planet. It was unique, and everyone would want it. Little did he know that it would forever be a turning point in the galaxy. Yes, everyone wanted it. Even the Raetailians. But they were not the first ones to discover it. In fact, no one was certain who discovered it first. All that mattered now was that planet. Nothing else. A world rich with untapped resource deposits, water for the masses, and an environment like no other. Had it not been for that oxygen-rich air, then there may have been no war at all. Oxygen. Something every race both needed and lacked at the time. Certainly there were other oxygen-rich plants, but none of them were nearly as appealing as this one.
The planet Rhizome had water and oxygen, but almost no natural resources of its own. The peaceful inhabitants there survived with some kind of plant technology.
Tangea was another close match, but the Tangean people were very resentful of outsiders. And insiders if you included the Grounders. No one had much contact with the Tangeans, and rumors went around that they could walk straight through solid walls, like ghosts. Some even said they could reach into your mind, and drive one insane. Others said that they were guarding vast amounts of gold and treasures, and anyone who would dare steal them would be cursed. One explorer even claimed that they had a massive war fleet, and even said he saw one of them shoot fire from his eyes. While it wasn’t clear if all of these rumors were true, one thing was for certain. Tangea was a remote planet. Practically too far off for anyone to be concerned about anyway.
Bathyos had resources, and plenty of them. And a bit too much water. Bathyos was a planet said to be rich with fusion crystals, but getting to them was the problem. The crystals were in caverns deep below the surface. It would be years before anyone would be able to perfect a device capable of reaching the crystals down in the depths. Like Tangea, rumors flew around that Bathyos was inhabited by undersea monsters guarding their treasures.
With nowhere else to go, it came down solely to that one, beautiful planet. The wonderful green world that would one day be known as Capital Planet.