Entry 1 F.I. Generation 0
Year: 5 ATP (After the Purge)
"It's cold, it's dark, but there is always light at the end. I just have to keep pushing," Farron said to himself, standing by the handrail at the front of the observation section, watching ruined planets colliding one to another. The explosion of red and yellow flashes the bridge like a lightning bolt. He scratches his slick black hair and rubs his tired red eyes, then turned around and sat at the captain's chair. His blue cape crumples, and his grey shoulder armor clanks. The eerie silence echoes, bewildering his mind.
"Is it to be? Or not?"
The grey metal door slides sideways, producing a whoosh sound. The white light of the clean hallway flickers as the tall, well-dressed buff man walks with a heavy foot. He tipped his imaginary top hat to Farron, then looks at him with a glance of his brown eyes.
"Having an existential crisis Farron?" said the tall buff man with an Australian accent.
Farron's pointed white scaled tipped elf ears perked, he looks up to the tall man, surprised, and quickly shook his porcelain skin hands left and right.
"HAH!" the buff man laughed heartedly.
"Just pulling your leg for old times sake. Cheer up, you'll find that gate thing soon."
"Ha." Farron cracked a smile, revealing his "killer" looks.
"Thank you, Mr. Malindos. That puts this mind of a nut job at ease." he points his head.
"What the- Mr. Malin- It's Bercult, Farron.", Bercult stammered and sighed. He took a step back and rolled his eyes.
"Hmph, your parents really raised you, well I must say, but please. Bercult is fine."
The door of the bridge open once more.
"Ah, father, I've been searching for you everywhere." said the young eldravan wearing an expensive-looking blue suit. He scratches his brown curly hair and approaches Farron with a light foot.
"Yes, Facrion?" Farron stood up from the captain's chair, looking at him with concern.
"A message from the I.G.S." Facrion handed the holotablet to Farron.
"Thank you.", he said as he starts to read.
"Um, Facrion?" Bercult looks at Facrion.
"Yes?"
"Isn't that you are supposed to be at Ecriom? You're the new emperor of the Zqsal Empire, so it would be natural that you should oversee the reconstruction. Right?"
"Yes, but I let my advisors and my fuldraios to take care of it for now. I know that I should take care of the peopl- ehm, my people but family comes first."
"Ah." Bercult nods.
"And that family includes you too and the others of my father's institute and your intelligence agency."
Bercult smiled and, pats him on his shoulder.
"No offense but, I find it surreal that you, out of all people, were appointed by the emperor on his dying wish. What was your relationship to him?"
Facrion's red-green eyes look down.
"Well, he-"
"We have the green light.", Farron interrupts as he gives the holotablet back to Facrion.
"Bercult, get the doctor to these coordinates. Facrion, wake up the crew and prepare them for travel."
Facrion nodded and went out of the bridge first while Bercult looks at Farron in question.
"Where are we heading off?" he crosses his arms.
"A possible location of the gate.", Farron replied.
The door of the bridge opens, revealing the crew of mixed-species wearing the grey-green space navy uniform. The rachjaw captain yawned, revealing his four mandibles with sharp hooked teeth at the edge. He then saluted Farron and Bercult.
"Crew is up and running sirs.", he said with a sleepy look.
"I'll leave you to it." Bercult saluted the captain and exited the bridge.
"Head to these coordinates captain.", Farron typed in the numbers on the armrest of the captain's chair.
The reactor of the ship slowly rises from its nap, emanating a white steady glow and powers the HUIS drive. The small, grey metal frigate ship positioned itself to the coordinates using its P.A.S. (Positional Augmentation System) and warmed up the plasma engines.
"Launching in one minute." said the engineering officer sitting on his station, monitoring the ship's system like a hawk.
Bercult and Facrion entered the bridge and stood right next to Farron who was standing by the observation section again, watching the moons crashing to each other. The three men had different views of what they might witness, quietly thinking in their endless mind of questions of why.
"Launching in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, punching it." the engineer officer presses a blue button.
As the ship was about to jump, a distant planet crashes into an asteroid and blows up spectacularly. Colors ranging from blue, red, yellow, white, and black shines the ship from the back, revealing the white-painted name on the top, Boa. Then, a distortion of space surrounds the vessel, and a bright flash of blue covers it, like a magician in a disappearing act.
Silence fills the bridge for the entire trip until a beeping noise was heard from the navigation station, and all eyes were on the aqeultic nav officer. She squinted her blue eyes to the monitor, looking at what seems to be a small red blip ahead of the ship. She ignores it at first, but the blip grew in size. She then moves her chair to the right, typing in commands and requests from the instruments until her ear fins sprang in surprise.
"Captain, we are on a collision course!" she said calmly.
Without hesitation, the engineer officer cuts power to the HUIS drive and the ship swerves left and right. The captain quickly sat on his seat and buckled himself. Everyone braced themselves by the sudden jerking movements.
"Something is interfering with the P.A.S.", said the engineer officer, quickly checking the popups from his screen.
The windows of the bridge started to crack, then a blinding white light follows.
"What is this!?!" Bercult grunted in discomfort, covering his eyes.
Farron tightens his grip on the handrail.
"The HUIS drive is malfunctioning, that's what!" Facrion answered as he closes his eyes tightly.
After a few seconds of what seems to be an eternity to the crew, the Boa stops in front of a black hole.
Everyone released their grip on what they were holding and sighed in relief.
"Damage report." the captain ordered, fixing his chair.
The engineer officer diligently looks at the Boa's status.
"The HUIS drive overheated. There is nothing else besides the cracked windows on all parts of the ship captain," he replied.
"Huh, the instruments are saying that black hole is a structure." the nav officer noted. "Weird.".
"It may not be weird." Farron objected.
He points at the black hole as he walks towards the navigation station.
His red eyes were focused, typing and reading into the screen.
He bears a quick smile and looks at everyone.
"That black hole is the gate."
"Excuse me, that's the gate?" Bercult said in confusion.
"Not resenting your idea, but that, that right there is a spinning ball of death, Farron."
"Sigh I understand your unbelief of spiritual or otherworldly stories, Bercult but trust me on this one.", he reassured the tall buff man.
Facrion snaps his finger to the captain.
"Send in a drone. Let it examine the black hole.", he ordered.
A few minutes later, a drone that is in the shape of a box arrives at the edge of the ergosphere. Skepticism in the bridge was at its all-time high, and Farron felt the piercing eyes stabbing his soul.
"Proceed?" the drone operator asks Farron.
Farron took a deep breath.
"Proceed.", he says firmly.
The drone moves forward, crossing the line between realism and fiction.
"Connection lost. That's fast.", the operator said.
Farron looks down and tightens his fist.
Bercult puts his hand on Farron's shoulder.
"Well, it was-"
CRASH
The crewmembers were thrown across the bridge by the sudden pull of the black hole. Bercult hits his head on the ceiling, knocking him unconscious. Facrion managed to hold on to the handrail while Farron pierced the metal floor with his now white scaled clawed hands,
the crew cringed, hearing the ear-piercing sound.
"Glass integrity at critical captain! Blast doors are primed!" The engineer reported.
"Activate the blast doors now!" the captain ordered.
The engineer officer nodded and manually activated the command.
Alarms blare as the ship enters the event horizon. The hull shakes violently and starts to retract and extend uncontrollably. The mind of the crew now rests their faith to Farron and the Boa. The nav officer quickly looks at her screen.
"It's moving! The object!" she said.
Farron tried to reach the navigation station, but his claw was stuck on the metal floor. He looks at the captain with determined eyes.
"Head towards that gate. It is our only option to survive this."
The captain nodded and ordered the human helmsmen to go straight to the center. The frigate's engines roar to life, eating almost all of the energy from the reactor.
"Captain, I have a visual on the object." the guns master reported, looking at his screen. "This will be tight sir.".
"Stay on target, steady now." the captain said.
Facrion looks behind him and sees Bercult on the ground. He tries to reach for him, but he was too far. A thought passes by, "Darn it, this will be expensive.", he looks at his blue suit with a grumpy face. He closes his eyes in focus, then released his grip on the handrail, running towards Bercult.
"Gotcha." Facrion grabs him on the back with superhuman strength.
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He looks at his shoulder in dismay.
"Bolex.", he said angrily looking at the large rip.
Facrion plops Bercult on a vacant chair and straps him in.
The helmsmen fixated his eyes on the bright orb of light which becomes bigger and bigger as they come nearer.
"Climb, climb, climb. Climb now." a robotic female voice said out of the bridge's speaker. (MD-11)
The helmsmen look confused, changing his gaze to the radar screen on his left.
"Um, TCAS detects a ship?"
"Eyes forward Jackson." the captain said sternly.
Facrion rushes to Farron and helped him pry his claw out of the metal floor.
"Thanks, Facrion." he said.
Facrion nods, "Your welcome father.".
Both eldravan went to their seats and strap themselves in.
"Minimums, approaching decision height." said the ship's GPWS (Ground Proximity Warning System).
"Wha- there's ground?" commented the nav officer.
"Minimums, approaching decision height. 2500, 1500." the GPWS said.
The helmsman looks at his instruments and switched on his proximity camera.
"I have no visual on the ground.", he said panicked.
"Pull up and maintain altitude.", said the captain.
The bright white sphere engulfs the ship, silence filled the atmosphere.
Farron unstraps himself, "Open the blast doors." he commanded.
"But-"
"Now, captain."
The captain sighs and ordered the engineer officer to retract the blast doors. A few clicks and switches later, the thick grey hands released its grip on the fragile glass, revealing a large stone-looking station with ancient runes that glow blue. Behind the station, a crystal planet looms over, acting like a sun...
To be continued
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"It was, yes, glorious to the eyes of my curiosity. As to what I see, I see a heart made out of crystals. What the legend said, it can make any individual- no, not an individual but an entire galaxy to heal and prosper. I don't know how to convey this but, if anything goes wrong. Facrion will be the newly appointed head of the Farron Institute. I just wish that this will fix everything... Oh, Rathamra.
-Farron
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"I can see that intense glow from the bridge and I know that this marks the new era. It's not ironic to whom will hear this recording or anything. Hah, jumbling my words again, it's quite a trade-off from reading those ancient books for so long. If only they have seen what they achieved, it would send shockwaves to the masses. Ah yes, I can see them smiling, Mursa my love, we can finally leave our heads in peace.
-Facrion
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Wow, so the lads aren't wrong after all. It's truly here, the Gate of Everloe. I am not a sucker of legends and all of that piece of dung but this is an exception. Now, I wonder if it is possible to rebuild and go back? Only that mad eccentric genius will know once he moves his fleet here. Found it funny throughout the years of battling, that he, out of all of the men back then, has been... Well... Let's just say 'lucky' for the time being,
-Bercult
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Note and facts: The meaning of Fuldraios is the right hand of the emperor.
An eldravan who serves the emperor can be the right hand if all succeeding bloodlines of the royal family have been killed.
Any eldravan who inherited the Zqsal throne with no royal blood is called a Grelias.
