Post by Galio on Apr 1, 2011 17:58:10 GMT -5
((Listen to both of these links while reading. Amplifies the heck out of the last half of it. If the music ends, keep restarting it!))
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIuotFZnBtk&feature=related
www.rainymood.com/
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The hovering Construct of Bolamar, Section 1 of 3. 5:29 AM, partly cloudy. Altitude 22,000 feet above the water.
The purpose of all constructs is to research new worlds and collect resources. They are built in orbit above the selected planet. Every construct is home to nearly 700,000,000 people and range from 15 to 30 miles in diameter.
The Bolamar Construct is 25 miles wide and bears 670,000,000 souls.
Iomar Flen slapped the alarm clock... one minute before it would have given him a heart attack. He had slept well, again. He easily rose from his bed, and prepared himself some breakfast to take to the deck. Iomar's work had been very profitable in the passed few years. He took his meal to the deck of the 242nd floor of the Arlough Suites and enjoyed the open sky. He was near the edge of the city, so the view almost never failed to present an utterly astonishing scene. He could see the Enquity Construct several hundred miles away surrounded by a massive expanse of sky and sea that overwhelmed and captivated all of his senses. Somehow, this was a relaxing way to start the day. However, being so near the edge also required him to wake up two hours before work started due to an hour commute.
He reclined back into his chair when he noticed a scuffed up box on its side in the corner leaning against the railing of the deck. He quickly went to examine it; Strange things scarcely happened in Bolamar. He set the box on the table as something rolled inside. He opened the box with a squeaky hinge. The box contained some sort of cylindrical object was wrapped in a piece of paper. He unwrapped it to find a syringe loaded with clear liquid. He puzzled for a moment, then noticed something on the paper. It was a message. "When you see her, inject yourself" were the words written in a blood-red ink. "How cliche. An ominously anonymous letter written in blood" Iomar smiled to himself. He figured someone was playing a joke to make him inject himself with something like hydroskeptelin which caused your system to flush all of its liquids within ten minutes causing much embarrassment and a severe need for water. The Bolamar children had much character.
He prepared himself for work and headed out the door, and out of curiosity, he pocketed the syringe for analysis at work. He worked for SDC, the Semini Drug Company. He hopped on the tube train and was sucked through a vacuum to work. The trip took one half hour through the megalopolis of section 1, and in that time, Iomar would continue writing his book, A Missing Chemical. He was a chemist and a philosopher.
The train arrived, and he made for his building. He wished he could take the stairs to avoid the crowd, but he worked on the 679th floor. He was in shape, but he wasn't taking his own enhancer drugs... not until they were legalized, anyway.
Something unique about this building is that it was one of the cable hubs that linked the three sections of the Bolamar Construct. It, and two other buildings were basically tied together to connect the three sections. He arrived at his opulent office, and sat in his chair. He thought as he sat that the ground shook. He held still. Nothing. He looked out his window just as a shock wave shattered the glass. He was blown through his desk and out his office door by the blast, and the safety shields were activated on all the broken windows on that side of the building to prevent suction. At this altitude, anyone would be viciously wrenched away from anything he clasped on to.
His head was spinning, but he fought to his feet back into his office. Others were crying in the hall, but he ignored them. His mouth fell agape as he stared through the shield. The other two sections of the city were under heavy attack. A massive explosion completely leveled most of section two. He cried aloud, "Millions of people!" Just then, another colossal explosion went off in the middle of section three. Iomar ran back into the hall screaming, "Get away from the..." The shock wave slammed the building. It felt like a very hard punch on the entire back of his body.
He woke up in blackness. He could hear aircraft everywhere, and small explosions went off far away. He slowly checked himself for injury. He tried standing to his feet. It was painful, but he was at least able to stand. He was still in the hallway, but things look very different. The only light was from the smoke-veiled sun. The walls were blackened, and small fires burned all over. Most of the people were gone, but scores of corpses dotted the long hallway. He was completely in shock. He couldn't comprehend what was happening.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rescue craft flying by. "They may be on the roof." He made for the stairs, cautiously stepping over his friends' bodies. He made it up twenty agonizing flights of stairs before he heard demoltion gunfire a floor above. He didn't care; The sound didn't sway him. He just wanted to get out. He forged up the stairs, trying to get passed the floor with the battle as quickly as possible. He paused on the bottom of the flight of stairs that the door to the battle floor was at the top of. He swallowed and started up. He heard demoltion beams burning through walls and likely, vital structural supports. Suddenly, a soldier of unknown origin crashed through the door at the top of the stairs. He stumbled into the wall, and tried to stand. Thankfully, a Bolamarian warrior jumped through the threshold and impaled the unknown soldier with his saber. He whipped out his firearm and took aim at Iomar. He quickly put it away and spoke on his comm, "We have one civilian. Sending him down." He loudly ordered, "Get down to floor 615. Rescue craft are working from there." He gave an apologetic look before turning and speaking into his comm again, "Hostiles eliminated. Proceeding with separation."
"Separation?" He thought as he mournfully turned around. "They must be releasing sections two and three!" His heart sank. He had friends in both sections. If both sections' engines weren't functional, it would drag the whole construct down into the sea. His mind was racing much faster than his feet as he struggled down the stairs. Then, dozens of loud explosions went off on the battle floor. Iomar would have thought they were destroying the cable with explosives except for the blood curdling screams. He rushed back up to the floor without a thought of his pain. He opened the door to see an enemy frigate hovering away. All of the Bolamarian warriors were dead.
He walked amongst the burnt and destroyed bodies and listened to their comms going haywire. "Lost contact! Lost contact! Enemy frigate just used a fox 12 ordinance on their floor. Scanners show one faint life sign... There's another signature reading strong, but it's civilian." Iomar heard muttering over the comms. "Tell him to!" "He can't, he's just a..." "He's our only hope! TELL HIM NOW!" There was a short pause. Then the original voice came back, "Civilian, please pick up. Civilian, please pick up." Iomar fell to his knees and removed the comm from a burning pile of gore and answered, "Yes?" "Hey. Listen, we need you to do something. We'll provide rescue, but you must do as I say. Understand?" Iomar began to shake. "Yeah. Yes, I understand." OK, look toward section three. You'll see the cable linking the sections anchored on your building." There it was. A massive cable made of the rarest and strongest metal that had ever been discovered. It was almost completely severed. He yelled at the radio, "I see it! It's almost broken! It could break any second!" "Don't worry, it won't break until you break it. Now listen closely, when this thing breaks, your building is going to recoil like a spring toward section one, break off, and fall away from this section as it was designed." Iomar gave a puzzled look. The voice continued, "You will have thirty seconds to board the rescue craft. What's you're name civilian?" "Iomar Flen." "OK, Flen, go to the cable."
He carefully neared the great cable and examined it. "It's so close to snapping!" The voice answered, "We know, Flen. Our warriors had almost finished severing it. The warriors will have weapons. A sword will be most effective. Find one and finish the cut." He looked around and saw a warrior lying near the cable... she was dying.
She was so beautiful. Her cloak and hair drew a tragic, heart-rending picture on the blood tainted floor. He couldn't stop looking at her face. What was it about her face? Something in his head was screaming, but he couldn't discern what. Then it punched him in the face. "When you see her, inject yourself." He felt his coat pocket; The syringe was there. This was dumbfounding. The letter was a joke! A joke... but her face was so... something! He couldn't resist. He took the syringe and pumped all of that who knows what into his arm. The voice came on the comm, "Have you found a sword, Flen?" He yelled back, "There's a girl here, and she's still alive!" "Ignore her." Iomar began a plea but was interrupted. "She failed her mission and accepted the consequences long ago. Now finish the cut!" He grabbed her sword and prepared for a strike on the cable. Then an unseemly pain shot into his head for a split second causing him to fall to his knees. He opened eyes of a new dawn. He conclusively turned his head and looked through tears of somber fruition at this female warrior. He forced himself to take up the sword, and he severed the cable with a precise strike.
He shouted through the comm over the echoing cacophony of the building's groaning, "The cable's been severed! The building's going down!" A rescue craft pursued the listing structure. Iomar turned around and picked up the girl. A voiced shouted on the comm. "Leave her! You have to jump onto the craft! Leave her!" Iomar might as well had not have heard it. The craft turned sideways, and Iomar began the run to his jump of destiny. He could hear and see sections one and two falling away. He knew a huge suction of air would be created. His feet left the building.
He knew he didn't jump far enough, so in the air, he prepared to throw the girl into the craft. He could see the horrified faces of the crew in the craft as they held out their hands. Just then, the air displacement caused by the plummeting sections sent a shock of wind up the side of the structure behind him, and it was just enough to launch him into the craft; The girl was safe in his arms.
Every eye that could see witnessed as sections two and three of The Construct of Bolamar crashed into the sea. A tremendous wave of water and debris expanded from the two sections in circular form as a monumental explosion sound dominated the air for several still minutes.
Enquity Construct was taking survivors from the Bolamar attack as the last of the Bolamar militia defended the last section of the construct. So they set course for Enquity. Iomar fell unconscious on the trip.
He awoke in a clean infirmary and sat up immediately. He didn't want to talk to anyone; He just wanted to find that girl. He began to march out of the room while the doctors weren't looking but noticed her bed nearest to the door. He quietly approached her bedside and gently knelt beside her. She had several broken ribs, a head wound, and a broken arm. Her eyes opened.
She looked at him, sternly. "My commander was here earlier. He told me what you did." She said it like it was a scold. He answered, "I couldn't leave you there." She didn't like the answer. "Why not? I failed my mission, and you nearly died because I slowed you down." He smiled and looked at the floor. "If I was in the position again, I'd do the exact same thing." She puzzled and scowled. "Why??" He stopped smiling and looked into her eyes. "I know you won't understand or appreciate this, but I did it because I love you, my dear Avina. I love you so much." Her eyes became vacant as her heart donned a torn, gossamer shroud of glimmering wonder.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIuotFZnBtk&feature=related
www.rainymood.com/
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The hovering Construct of Bolamar, Section 1 of 3. 5:29 AM, partly cloudy. Altitude 22,000 feet above the water.
The purpose of all constructs is to research new worlds and collect resources. They are built in orbit above the selected planet. Every construct is home to nearly 700,000,000 people and range from 15 to 30 miles in diameter.
The Bolamar Construct is 25 miles wide and bears 670,000,000 souls.
Iomar Flen slapped the alarm clock... one minute before it would have given him a heart attack. He had slept well, again. He easily rose from his bed, and prepared himself some breakfast to take to the deck. Iomar's work had been very profitable in the passed few years. He took his meal to the deck of the 242nd floor of the Arlough Suites and enjoyed the open sky. He was near the edge of the city, so the view almost never failed to present an utterly astonishing scene. He could see the Enquity Construct several hundred miles away surrounded by a massive expanse of sky and sea that overwhelmed and captivated all of his senses. Somehow, this was a relaxing way to start the day. However, being so near the edge also required him to wake up two hours before work started due to an hour commute.
He reclined back into his chair when he noticed a scuffed up box on its side in the corner leaning against the railing of the deck. He quickly went to examine it; Strange things scarcely happened in Bolamar. He set the box on the table as something rolled inside. He opened the box with a squeaky hinge. The box contained some sort of cylindrical object was wrapped in a piece of paper. He unwrapped it to find a syringe loaded with clear liquid. He puzzled for a moment, then noticed something on the paper. It was a message. "When you see her, inject yourself" were the words written in a blood-red ink. "How cliche. An ominously anonymous letter written in blood" Iomar smiled to himself. He figured someone was playing a joke to make him inject himself with something like hydroskeptelin which caused your system to flush all of its liquids within ten minutes causing much embarrassment and a severe need for water. The Bolamar children had much character.
He prepared himself for work and headed out the door, and out of curiosity, he pocketed the syringe for analysis at work. He worked for SDC, the Semini Drug Company. He hopped on the tube train and was sucked through a vacuum to work. The trip took one half hour through the megalopolis of section 1, and in that time, Iomar would continue writing his book, A Missing Chemical. He was a chemist and a philosopher.
The train arrived, and he made for his building. He wished he could take the stairs to avoid the crowd, but he worked on the 679th floor. He was in shape, but he wasn't taking his own enhancer drugs... not until they were legalized, anyway.
Something unique about this building is that it was one of the cable hubs that linked the three sections of the Bolamar Construct. It, and two other buildings were basically tied together to connect the three sections. He arrived at his opulent office, and sat in his chair. He thought as he sat that the ground shook. He held still. Nothing. He looked out his window just as a shock wave shattered the glass. He was blown through his desk and out his office door by the blast, and the safety shields were activated on all the broken windows on that side of the building to prevent suction. At this altitude, anyone would be viciously wrenched away from anything he clasped on to.
His head was spinning, but he fought to his feet back into his office. Others were crying in the hall, but he ignored them. His mouth fell agape as he stared through the shield. The other two sections of the city were under heavy attack. A massive explosion completely leveled most of section two. He cried aloud, "Millions of people!" Just then, another colossal explosion went off in the middle of section three. Iomar ran back into the hall screaming, "Get away from the..." The shock wave slammed the building. It felt like a very hard punch on the entire back of his body.
He woke up in blackness. He could hear aircraft everywhere, and small explosions went off far away. He slowly checked himself for injury. He tried standing to his feet. It was painful, but he was at least able to stand. He was still in the hallway, but things look very different. The only light was from the smoke-veiled sun. The walls were blackened, and small fires burned all over. Most of the people were gone, but scores of corpses dotted the long hallway. He was completely in shock. He couldn't comprehend what was happening.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rescue craft flying by. "They may be on the roof." He made for the stairs, cautiously stepping over his friends' bodies. He made it up twenty agonizing flights of stairs before he heard demoltion gunfire a floor above. He didn't care; The sound didn't sway him. He just wanted to get out. He forged up the stairs, trying to get passed the floor with the battle as quickly as possible. He paused on the bottom of the flight of stairs that the door to the battle floor was at the top of. He swallowed and started up. He heard demoltion beams burning through walls and likely, vital structural supports. Suddenly, a soldier of unknown origin crashed through the door at the top of the stairs. He stumbled into the wall, and tried to stand. Thankfully, a Bolamarian warrior jumped through the threshold and impaled the unknown soldier with his saber. He whipped out his firearm and took aim at Iomar. He quickly put it away and spoke on his comm, "We have one civilian. Sending him down." He loudly ordered, "Get down to floor 615. Rescue craft are working from there." He gave an apologetic look before turning and speaking into his comm again, "Hostiles eliminated. Proceeding with separation."
"Separation?" He thought as he mournfully turned around. "They must be releasing sections two and three!" His heart sank. He had friends in both sections. If both sections' engines weren't functional, it would drag the whole construct down into the sea. His mind was racing much faster than his feet as he struggled down the stairs. Then, dozens of loud explosions went off on the battle floor. Iomar would have thought they were destroying the cable with explosives except for the blood curdling screams. He rushed back up to the floor without a thought of his pain. He opened the door to see an enemy frigate hovering away. All of the Bolamarian warriors were dead.
He walked amongst the burnt and destroyed bodies and listened to their comms going haywire. "Lost contact! Lost contact! Enemy frigate just used a fox 12 ordinance on their floor. Scanners show one faint life sign... There's another signature reading strong, but it's civilian." Iomar heard muttering over the comms. "Tell him to!" "He can't, he's just a..." "He's our only hope! TELL HIM NOW!" There was a short pause. Then the original voice came back, "Civilian, please pick up. Civilian, please pick up." Iomar fell to his knees and removed the comm from a burning pile of gore and answered, "Yes?" "Hey. Listen, we need you to do something. We'll provide rescue, but you must do as I say. Understand?" Iomar began to shake. "Yeah. Yes, I understand." OK, look toward section three. You'll see the cable linking the sections anchored on your building." There it was. A massive cable made of the rarest and strongest metal that had ever been discovered. It was almost completely severed. He yelled at the radio, "I see it! It's almost broken! It could break any second!" "Don't worry, it won't break until you break it. Now listen closely, when this thing breaks, your building is going to recoil like a spring toward section one, break off, and fall away from this section as it was designed." Iomar gave a puzzled look. The voice continued, "You will have thirty seconds to board the rescue craft. What's you're name civilian?" "Iomar Flen." "OK, Flen, go to the cable."
He carefully neared the great cable and examined it. "It's so close to snapping!" The voice answered, "We know, Flen. Our warriors had almost finished severing it. The warriors will have weapons. A sword will be most effective. Find one and finish the cut." He looked around and saw a warrior lying near the cable... she was dying.
She was so beautiful. Her cloak and hair drew a tragic, heart-rending picture on the blood tainted floor. He couldn't stop looking at her face. What was it about her face? Something in his head was screaming, but he couldn't discern what. Then it punched him in the face. "When you see her, inject yourself." He felt his coat pocket; The syringe was there. This was dumbfounding. The letter was a joke! A joke... but her face was so... something! He couldn't resist. He took the syringe and pumped all of that who knows what into his arm. The voice came on the comm, "Have you found a sword, Flen?" He yelled back, "There's a girl here, and she's still alive!" "Ignore her." Iomar began a plea but was interrupted. "She failed her mission and accepted the consequences long ago. Now finish the cut!" He grabbed her sword and prepared for a strike on the cable. Then an unseemly pain shot into his head for a split second causing him to fall to his knees. He opened eyes of a new dawn. He conclusively turned his head and looked through tears of somber fruition at this female warrior. He forced himself to take up the sword, and he severed the cable with a precise strike.
He shouted through the comm over the echoing cacophony of the building's groaning, "The cable's been severed! The building's going down!" A rescue craft pursued the listing structure. Iomar turned around and picked up the girl. A voiced shouted on the comm. "Leave her! You have to jump onto the craft! Leave her!" Iomar might as well had not have heard it. The craft turned sideways, and Iomar began the run to his jump of destiny. He could hear and see sections one and two falling away. He knew a huge suction of air would be created. His feet left the building.
He knew he didn't jump far enough, so in the air, he prepared to throw the girl into the craft. He could see the horrified faces of the crew in the craft as they held out their hands. Just then, the air displacement caused by the plummeting sections sent a shock of wind up the side of the structure behind him, and it was just enough to launch him into the craft; The girl was safe in his arms.
Every eye that could see witnessed as sections two and three of The Construct of Bolamar crashed into the sea. A tremendous wave of water and debris expanded from the two sections in circular form as a monumental explosion sound dominated the air for several still minutes.
Enquity Construct was taking survivors from the Bolamar attack as the last of the Bolamar militia defended the last section of the construct. So they set course for Enquity. Iomar fell unconscious on the trip.
He awoke in a clean infirmary and sat up immediately. He didn't want to talk to anyone; He just wanted to find that girl. He began to march out of the room while the doctors weren't looking but noticed her bed nearest to the door. He quietly approached her bedside and gently knelt beside her. She had several broken ribs, a head wound, and a broken arm. Her eyes opened.
She looked at him, sternly. "My commander was here earlier. He told me what you did." She said it like it was a scold. He answered, "I couldn't leave you there." She didn't like the answer. "Why not? I failed my mission, and you nearly died because I slowed you down." He smiled and looked at the floor. "If I was in the position again, I'd do the exact same thing." She puzzled and scowled. "Why??" He stopped smiling and looked into her eyes. "I know you won't understand or appreciate this, but I did it because I love you, my dear Avina. I love you so much." Her eyes became vacant as her heart donned a torn, gossamer shroud of glimmering wonder.