Well, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you one of the last chapters of 'Rising: Book 1'. I hope you enjoy.
About this creation
Vindica entered the reactor room, staff resounding against the hard metal floor as she advanced. The reactor was massive, taking up much of the spherical room. A long, wide catwalk engulfed it, separated from the burning, deadly object by several feet. The reactor itself was shaped like a small almond, though it was a thousand times larger. Along the front, sides, and back there were dotted slits which emanated an eerie red light. Inside, machines and nuclear power kept it going. One small mishap, and the ship would either destroy itself, or it would lose all ability to fly and crash, resulting in an explosion nonetheless.
Vindica approached the maintenance module, where a crew of four skorth kept constant watch over the reactor's condition. Vindica entered the open backed module and the four skorth briefly looked up to see who had entered. They had their heads up for just a moment before returning to work. Vindica raised an eyebrow, but took the opportunity fate had given her. She lashed out with her staff, taking one behind the head and slamming it into a control panel. Then, before any of the other skorth could react, she formed a blade of shadow and freed the head from another skorth's wretched shoulders. Immediately afterwards she turned to face the other two skorth, who had drawn dirks from their boots. Vindica gave a contemptuous snort. "Pathetic." She said.
Vindica blasted one out the back of the module with a simple burst of elemental energy, the gripped another by the throat before he could react, and broke his neck. The dead skorth collapsed onto the ground and she advanced on the survivor. For a brief moment an insane and sadistic question entered her mind. 'I wonder what you'd call the nightmare of a nightmare?' She shook herself free of the thought and stopped, staff at the ready as the skorth got to their feet. Their lion's head growled fiercely. "Oh, shut up!" Vindica exclaimed as she summoned a hand of shadow and a lengthy arm reached out. She disposed of the skorth by throwing them off the catwalk and onto the ground, several dozen yards below.
With the maintenance crew disposed of, Vindica returned to the maintenance module and gazed at the flashing blue and red and green lights. For a moment she rethought her position on the matter. Then she shrugged. "Screw it. I've nothing left to live for anyways."
With those fatal words she set about destroying everything within the command module. Bursts of shadow tore holes into and through the consoles. Her staff shattered screens and damaged circuit boards. It wasn't long before everything in the command module was a shambles and she was left standing, smiling and panting, amongst the debris. "That was fun." She panted.
And then the reactor started to implode.
Siphon entered the bridge, glowing red claw ablaze and his one good eye shooting from skorth to skorth. The lieutenant Vindica had left in charge stood beside the captain's chair, hands clasped behind his back as he imperiously oversaw the landing procedures which had just been initiated. "How goes it, lieutenant?" Siphon asked.
There was a bitter tone in his voice. The lieutenant turned and saluted before answering. "Very well, sir. We should be just outside the target city in a few minutes. After that our soldiers and vehicles can begin to- WHAT IN THE TEN FIRES?!"
The ship had suddenly pitched forwards. Lights turned red and a klaxon began to blare. The lieutenant rushed to the helm and began to bark questions into the helmsman's ear. "What's going on?!"
"We've lost engines, sir! The reactor just went on the fritz! Life support and communications are down, and the reactor room is completely dark! WE'RE GOING DOWN!" The helmsman replied frantically.
Siphon's eyes widened as he took a step back in surprise. "The reactor?! Down?! How?!" He demanded.
"I've no idea, sir! But since the maintenance module isn't responding, I'd say it's sabotage, sir!"
"A traitor?! Impossible!"
"It doesn't matter now WHY the reactor's blowing itself to a million pieces, what matters now is getting the blazes off this death trap of a ship!" The lieutenant shouted as he bolted from the room.
Siphon dashed to the helm and looked at the readouts, seeking answers. The ones he found only spelled doom for him in bright little letters. They were going to crash right into the middle of the ocean. And the escape pods had shut down for some reason... he took a step back in despair. He was going to die.
In the city below, people screamed and ran at the sight that met them, straight out of a Science-Fiction novel. Great black starships advancing over the skyline, moving at speeds that had never before been achieved. What frightened the people more was the sight of one, larger than the rest, crashing down through the sky as flames rolled and boiled off of its hull. It collided a moment later into the sea, steam hissing from its fiery hull as it began to sink under the waves.
All of this Blizzard watched as he remembered. Remembered the war he had started all those years ago. The war that had destroyed his home. And now here it was again, on a new world, with new players. But the result would be the same unless it was stopped, here and now. He looked back to the others, and wildly gestured for them to follow him. "C'mon!" He shouted as he bolted for the ferry. The matoran who normally operated the ferry was gazing out in horror at the sight above him as the ships headed for the peninsula that jutted out several miles away. The next thing he knew, he was overrun by several Toa, two large, hulking beings, a skakdi, and one or two glatorian. A Toa of ice came forwards, a steely look in his dual colored eyes. "Take us across. You'll receive good pay." He said.
The matoran gave a terrified laugh. "You're mad if you think I'm gonna take you over there! Stark, staring ma-HEY!"
The Toa of ice had picked him up, grasping the front of his armor and then pinning him to a support pillar for the ferry's roof. "Then let's try this: take us across, or I'll tear out your spine and use it as a toilet brush! NOW GET US ACROSS THIS CHANNEL!" The Toa shouted, eyes furiously blazing.
The matoran nodded violently. "Whatever ya say. No charge necessary." He whimpered as he was let down.
The Toa nodded. He turned to the others, who were looking at him with some surprise. "Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there and let those monsters take this place, and then wage a war that will result in all of us DYING?"
The others got onto the ferry, Blizzard following just behind them. As he boarded he could hear the skakdi mutter under his breath, "What I wouldn't give for a bottle of rum and a world NOT about to be destroyed."
Welp, there's chapter 24. Only one or two more chapters to go before "Rising" ends. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed, and make sure to leave a comment below!
Quoting Dark Aeon
I have completely forgoten the plot of the story this far, so all I can say is: nice explosion. Can I get a summary if everything up to this point, please?
So, essentially De Silva's dead, Blizzard is alienated from the rest of his team, Tyrvak has gathered a large army of creatures created from nightmares from another world, and they're now invading. Also, thank you! X3 I pride myself on my explosions.