Terro
02-25-2007, 11:21 PM
Here's something I have been working on. It's a short first chapter from a story I'm working on.
CHAPTER 1
THE PROPOSAL
Undisclosed Location : 2326 AC
The chamber lights were set to a minimal dim, casting only enough light to distinguish the chair in the center of the room and the male figure sitting in it. Trent Cyrix stood still by the mechanical door as the two prison transport guards left the room. He was dressed in a navy blue issued prison uniform. The door closed itself with the sound of a hydraulic hiss followed by the clinch of a locking mechanism. As mysterious as this meeting was , Trent knew it was better then the alternative. Today was to be the day of his public execution. A judgment cast upon him by the current ruling major of Archonia, Servius Victrix. Who ever the mystery man was , it was obvious he had the highest of clearance to go over Victrix’s judgment.
“Don’t over think it” said the mystery man. His voice calm but aged.
“Our meeting here has little to do with you. You, are merely a pawn in the larger scheme of things.” The man cleared his throat and continued.
“I’m sure you’re wondering about my identity? I urge you to respect the cloak, as it is for your protection, not mine”
Cyrix stood still as he closely listened to the man explain the situation at hand.
“You are a mysterious man yourself Captain Cyrix. One of the wealthiest men in this mapped universe, yet you chose to give it all up and join the underground.”
“While many may perceive that as foolish , the group I represent does not.”
“Which brings me to the point at hand”
“I have requested your audience because it is obvious to us that your ambitions are not driven by greed but something deeper. I offer a proposition on the behalf of the Guardians, a proposition of the utmost importance”
CHAPTER 1
THE PROPOSAL
Undisclosed Location : 2326 AC
The chamber lights were set to a minimal dim, casting only enough light to distinguish the chair in the center of the room and the male figure sitting in it. Trent Cyrix stood still by the mechanical door as the two prison transport guards left the room. He was dressed in a navy blue issued prison uniform. The door closed itself with the sound of a hydraulic hiss followed by the clinch of a locking mechanism. As mysterious as this meeting was , Trent knew it was better then the alternative. Today was to be the day of his public execution. A judgment cast upon him by the current ruling major of Archonia, Servius Victrix. Who ever the mystery man was , it was obvious he had the highest of clearance to go over Victrix’s judgment.
“Don’t over think it” said the mystery man. His voice calm but aged.
“Our meeting here has little to do with you. You, are merely a pawn in the larger scheme of things.” The man cleared his throat and continued.
“I’m sure you’re wondering about my identity? I urge you to respect the cloak, as it is for your protection, not mine”
Cyrix stood still as he closely listened to the man explain the situation at hand.
“You are a mysterious man yourself Captain Cyrix. One of the wealthiest men in this mapped universe, yet you chose to give it all up and join the underground.”
“While many may perceive that as foolish , the group I represent does not.”
“Which brings me to the point at hand”
“I have requested your audience because it is obvious to us that your ambitions are not driven by greed but something deeper. I offer a proposition on the behalf of the Guardians, a proposition of the utmost importance”