Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:35 pm
Freelancer :: The Apocalypse (Chapter 1 Posted: Mar.17.06)
A few notes on this story.
First, this is my first attempt at a full length story and the first time i actually posted anything like it outside of a RPG Forum.
Second, please if you have nothign nice to say take it elsewhere. However i don't mind constructive comments and such. Just play nice with them.
Third, yes i am aware there is spelling errors, but feel free to point them out if you must.
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This is the Stories Prolog. Chapter one is in works, i know how it will play out i just have to put it into words that make sense.
This first entry of the story plays a little bit on STarlancer and how it ended. Despite how it reads it is a Freelancer Fan Fic, which will become evident in Chapter one.
EDITED, Wednesday March 15, 2006: Corrected spelling errors in topic title and prelude. Corrected some grammer issues, added credits, copyright, and a story title image.
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AUTHOR: Roland Orr
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.samuraistudios.net
Copyright © 2006 Roland Orr, All Rights Reserved
Freelancer Copyright © 2003 Microsoft Corporation, All Rights Reserved
Credits and Special Thanks:
The Lancers Reactor – For Providing a Top notch gaming community and a place for all fans to post their works for the game Freelancer, Starlancer, and more. Visit TLR AT: www.lancersreactor.com
Prelude
The room was dark, save one dim light on the far wall. It provided just the right amount of light. The room was empty save one man sitting in the center. Here he knelt, meditating, waiting; waiting for the day of his forgiveness.
He remembered, remembered why he was here, why he was being punished. It seemed like yesterday, the memory of it, the horror as he watched helplessly as his fathers people were destroyed in front of him. He had failed, and his failures lead to the destruction of the holy land, the birth place of humanity. He wept at the memory every time it came to him, billions of needless deaths. Deaths of those who had been birthed in the image of his father, those who were his brethren, he wept for them.
He remembered the day, Humanities darkest hour. That is when he was called, to save them, to free them once and for all from their hatred of each other, to free them from their mutual destruction and from the destruction of the evil that was to come, that did come. But by the time of his arrival nothing could be done. The wheel of time had already been spun in a direction he could not change. So he did what he was not to do, he chose. His choice saved some and damned the rest. This was his failure. For his failure his father banished him to solitude and meditation until his penance was complete, or until he was needed again.
Something was soon to happen. He could feel evil rising amongst man, growing stronger and stronger as the days past. His time was nearing. It was time for him to prepare, for mankind once again will breathe its darkest hour. This time, he will not fail.
"Father," he called out "Father forgive me for I have sinned"
'My Son, forgiveness has always been there for you. All you had to do was ask. Now rise my son, my chosen warrior, defender of humanity. Rise, and take your place by my side' a voice, a soothing calming voice said to him.
The light behind him began to glow brighter and brighter until it engulfed him. And he was finally at peace with his transgressions. As the light faded he saw standing before him, his brother and his father.
"Come forth my son." his father requested "Come forth and receive my blessing. For my children need you."
The man slowly walked towards his father taking in his greatness.
He stepped forth and knelt before his farther. "Rise My son, Rise Sovereign Lord of Humanity, The Holiest of all Paladins. Rise AL-MALIKU and accept thy gift to you" His father commanded waving his left hand towards a chamber behind him. With the wave if his hand the chamber opened. In this chamber resided the strongest of all metals, the most powerful of all swords, The Armor of GOD! When AL-MALIKU rose the armor started to shine brightly. The armor began to float towards him, AL-MALIKU extended his arms and the armor spun around him and began to attach itself to him. With an armored hand he reached out and grabbed the sword, raising it high into the air then slamming the blade deep into the ground upon which he stood. "Now go my son, Go and Defeat the evil, and defend your people with your righteous might and glory. May the holy Spirit guide and protect you on the difficult path that lies before you."
His brother stepped forward "My Brother, I bless thee and anoint thee High Guardian and Defender, holiest Paladin. May you go with the grace of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit! May the Kingdom of Heaven be forever in your heart and soul, may it guide you in your difficult quest ahead." he said with the traditional cross motions. “Now go my brother and smite the evil ones will." he finished and stepped back. A bright beam of white light shot straight down at AL-MALIKU. Once the light dissipated, AL-MALIKU was gone.
Roland "Hobbes" Orr
Mod Dev Team: Monkey Universe
Founder: http://www.samuraistudios.net
Edited by - Hobbes78 on 3/15/2006 6:14:12 PM
Edited by - Hobbes78 on 3/17/2006 10:28:17 PM
Edited by - Hobbes78 on 3/17/2006 10:28:44 PM
First, this is my first attempt at a full length story and the first time i actually posted anything like it outside of a RPG Forum.
Second, please if you have nothign nice to say take it elsewhere. However i don't mind constructive comments and such. Just play nice with them.
Third, yes i am aware there is spelling errors, but feel free to point them out if you must.
---
This is the Stories Prolog. Chapter one is in works, i know how it will play out i just have to put it into words that make sense.
This first entry of the story plays a little bit on STarlancer and how it ended. Despite how it reads it is a Freelancer Fan Fic, which will become evident in Chapter one.
EDITED, Wednesday March 15, 2006: Corrected spelling errors in topic title and prelude. Corrected some grammer issues, added credits, copyright, and a story title image.
---
AUTHOR: Roland Orr
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.samuraistudios.net
Copyright © 2006 Roland Orr, All Rights Reserved
Freelancer Copyright © 2003 Microsoft Corporation, All Rights Reserved
Credits and Special Thanks:
The Lancers Reactor – For Providing a Top notch gaming community and a place for all fans to post their works for the game Freelancer, Starlancer, and more. Visit TLR AT: www.lancersreactor.com
Prelude
The room was dark, save one dim light on the far wall. It provided just the right amount of light. The room was empty save one man sitting in the center. Here he knelt, meditating, waiting; waiting for the day of his forgiveness.
He remembered, remembered why he was here, why he was being punished. It seemed like yesterday, the memory of it, the horror as he watched helplessly as his fathers people were destroyed in front of him. He had failed, and his failures lead to the destruction of the holy land, the birth place of humanity. He wept at the memory every time it came to him, billions of needless deaths. Deaths of those who had been birthed in the image of his father, those who were his brethren, he wept for them.
He remembered the day, Humanities darkest hour. That is when he was called, to save them, to free them once and for all from their hatred of each other, to free them from their mutual destruction and from the destruction of the evil that was to come, that did come. But by the time of his arrival nothing could be done. The wheel of time had already been spun in a direction he could not change. So he did what he was not to do, he chose. His choice saved some and damned the rest. This was his failure. For his failure his father banished him to solitude and meditation until his penance was complete, or until he was needed again.
Something was soon to happen. He could feel evil rising amongst man, growing stronger and stronger as the days past. His time was nearing. It was time for him to prepare, for mankind once again will breathe its darkest hour. This time, he will not fail.
"Father," he called out "Father forgive me for I have sinned"
'My Son, forgiveness has always been there for you. All you had to do was ask. Now rise my son, my chosen warrior, defender of humanity. Rise, and take your place by my side' a voice, a soothing calming voice said to him.
The light behind him began to glow brighter and brighter until it engulfed him. And he was finally at peace with his transgressions. As the light faded he saw standing before him, his brother and his father.
"Come forth my son." his father requested "Come forth and receive my blessing. For my children need you."
The man slowly walked towards his father taking in his greatness.
He stepped forth and knelt before his farther. "Rise My son, Rise Sovereign Lord of Humanity, The Holiest of all Paladins. Rise AL-MALIKU and accept thy gift to you" His father commanded waving his left hand towards a chamber behind him. With the wave if his hand the chamber opened. In this chamber resided the strongest of all metals, the most powerful of all swords, The Armor of GOD! When AL-MALIKU rose the armor started to shine brightly. The armor began to float towards him, AL-MALIKU extended his arms and the armor spun around him and began to attach itself to him. With an armored hand he reached out and grabbed the sword, raising it high into the air then slamming the blade deep into the ground upon which he stood. "Now go my son, Go and Defeat the evil, and defend your people with your righteous might and glory. May the holy Spirit guide and protect you on the difficult path that lies before you."
His brother stepped forward "My Brother, I bless thee and anoint thee High Guardian and Defender, holiest Paladin. May you go with the grace of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit! May the Kingdom of Heaven be forever in your heart and soul, may it guide you in your difficult quest ahead." he said with the traditional cross motions. “Now go my brother and smite the evil ones will." he finished and stepped back. A bright beam of white light shot straight down at AL-MALIKU. Once the light dissipated, AL-MALIKU was gone.
Roland "Hobbes" Orr
Mod Dev Team: Monkey Universe
Founder: http://www.samuraistudios.net
Edited by - Hobbes78 on 3/15/2006 6:14:12 PM
Edited by - Hobbes78 on 3/17/2006 10:28:17 PM
Edited by - Hobbes78 on 3/17/2006 10:28:44 PM