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    Storm and Erios

    All rights to Alex Loranger
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    600 Morgan Street
    Santa Rosa, CA 95407
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    -- This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any person, living or otherwise, are purely coincidental. --
    -Chapter One-

    Our story begins in the far reaches of the Andromeda Galaxy. Our hero Erios sits at the

    helm of a large transport vessel. The insignia of a phoenix rests below the giant letters

    R A G N A R O K 001



    Two other ships, 002 and 003, rest in relatively close view of his.



    Above the control panel sits a photo of a father holding his daughter who appears to be about eight or nine at the time the photo was taken. A single tear landed on the steering wheel.

    "I'll be back soon, my lovely Storm Cambpell."


    Ten years have passed since the world has gone into nuclear war.

    Once news had reached the Central Skill Center of China, all of

    the rules went out the window. It was time to take action.

    In a secluded location, deep into the tundras of Siberia, a young

    woman is poring over her research in a tiny shack lit only by

    candlelight. The only decoration inside was a tiny cactus that

    seemed to be out of place in the snowy climate.


    The room was filled with communications equipment. All of them seemed to be in use. A radio broke the silence. "Storm Campbell, please respond! I repeat, Storm Campbell!" The young woman calmly set her glasses on the desk and picked up the radio.

    "Speaking..." she said patiently into the receiver.

    "Miss Campbell..." you could tell he wasn't used to talking to women in his line of work. "we've just picked up a heat signature of an unknown aircraft within a ten mile radius of your outpost."

    "Probably just another hacker. Let the police deal with them." she sounded annoyed yet kept her voice professional.

    "We're not taking any risks, Campbell! I need you to turn off all of you're equipment until one of our men gets to you."
    "I know, I know..." she said lazily. "Standard procedure."

    Storm started to shut down all of the equipment in her tiny home.

    She had gotten used to the CSC getting scared over unknown heat signatures. Every time it ends up being some hacker or other petty criminal trying to escape persecution from China.

    After turning off the last piece of equipment, Storm grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler and stretched. Her hand knocked over a photo. Her expression changed as she gazed into the photo of an older man who has her eyes.



    Miles away, a large object crashed into a group of trees. There
    was smoke coming out from all around it. A bewildered young man
    burst out of a compartment motioning to the skies in anger.
    "Piece of..."

    Before he could finish, a group of three men wearing brown surrounded him and his aircraft. The oldest of the three started to speak as the pilot looked at them in confusion.

    "We are from the Central Skill Center of China." rasped his aging voice. "Your aircraft's heat signature is not licensed for this part of the world. You will come with us."

    The young man was too confused to argue. He put his hands over
    his head and went along with what they had told him.

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    The men in brown had lead the man to their ship. It had the appearance of a giant, metal eagle. There was nothing special about its size, but he could tell that this was no ordinary ship. He had never seen anything like it.

    Before he could inspect it further, the men had rushed him inside. Despite their haste, they treated him with a certain amount of respect that he hadn't received before.


    "Forgive me for not introducing myself, but we had to get you to our ship as fast as possible." started the oldest of the three in brown. "Care for a drink?" he motioned as he poured himself a glass of fizzy green liquid. The bottle had a splash of waves surrounding the words 'Skratch' written in bright green. "Don't worry, this isn't alcoholic."

    The young man grew impatient, but resisted the urge to ask them what was going on. It seemed like he would get to the point eventually. After motioning that he didn't want anything, the older man continued. "Forgive my manners, I haven't even introduced myself. I am Brai Strauss, head councilman of the Central Skill Center of China, the CSC." he set down his drink as the others routinely introduced themselves.

    The young captive looked at the three of them. They had not changed their demeanor at all over the course of the past half hour. "I believe you need an explanation from me."

    "We already know who you are, Erios." came a voice from a dark corner of the compartment. Erios looked in shock as the younger man came forward and sat down next to Brai, a look of confidence on his face as he poured himself a drink.


    Storm was just about to sit down when a loud knock brought her back to reality. It's a wonder why they even need me, they work so fast! she thought to herself while making her way toward the door. She opened it to find a stalwart figure that seemed big even for a regular sized shack.

    "Ms. Campbell, we have scooped up our little visitor." she stared at him with a bored look on her face. He took a quick glance around her room before continuing. "There's something I must discuss with you, I ask your permission to enter." He walked in before she could even answer. Figures...

    She started turning on all of the machines with a new-found look of eagerness. Storm never quite felt right unless she had her machines running. She had spent the last six years here designing them after all. There was something about electronics that made her feel at peace.

    She looked at the now-hunched-over man as he stood waiting for her to find him somewhere to sit. She picked out a stool for him from underneath her bed before sitting on the bed herself. She picked up her notepad and continued working where she left off while he spoke.

    "You know, though these machines of yours take up quite a bit of electricity, a light-bulb wouldn't go over the abundant amount of electricity we have allotted--"

    "The candles help me feel at home, Mr. Fritz." she interrupted, her voice never wavering. He cleared his throat and continued.

    "There's something we have been keeping from you, Ms. Campbell. Something that we've known since before you even joined the CSC six years ago."

    "If it's about my father..."

    "We are aware of Grolg's achievements, Ms. Campbell." She winced at the fact that he had called him by his first name, yet insisted on calling her Ms. Campbell. Only those close to her father had called him by his name. "This is about you."

    "Oh?" she was sincerely interested.

    "Ms. Campbell, you are not of this planet."

    "What!?" she had spilled the water over her notebook. She thought for a few seconds. Why would the CSC keep this information from her, and what has had to have happened in order for them to tell her? She regained composure. If she wanted answers, she would have to be clear of mind. "And my father? He knew?"

    "Yes, in fact, he was the one who had told us to keep this information from you."

    "Why would he do that? I trusted him! I loved him..." she sat back down, breathing heavily.

    "Ms. Campbell, I assure you that this will all become very clear once we introduce you to our little visitor."
    The man left without saying another word. The candle flickered as he closed the door, and there sat Storm Campbell, alone in her dimly lit room, Mr. Fritz's words echoing in her mind.

    "Yes, in fact, he was the one who had told us to keep this information from you."

    The candle made its last flicker before finally going out.


    The compartment in the eagle ship was more of a dining room complete with bar and casino than a ship. This made Erios feel uncomfortable.

    After seeing this younger man appear, there was no telling who or what else would appear next.


    After gulping down his third glass of goo, he slammed it down and stood up again. He had long spindly hair which he kept having to sweep back. Not so much in a snobby way, no.

    " I see that there is no reason to continue this charade, Erios." his icy eyes broke the cheerful mood of the room and all remained quiet. Brai was obviously intimidated by this younger man. He was much, much younger, better built and better looking than him, not to mention the plain reality of higher ranking. Erios could see the loathing in Brai's face.





    "I guess I will have a drink, err..." said Erios with a gulp.

    "Raditz... Oh we have much more important things to talk about Erios." said Raditz with a sense of purpose rather than smugly. "The bow," Erios' attention focused. "The Bow of Norn, with phazon technology."

    Erios let out a heaving sigh.

    "That's why I came to this planet!?" said Erios.

    Raditz sat back down calmly. "Do you remember anything at all?

    "I do now! I'm from Midgarsormr. I came with a group called Ragnarok but got separated and crash-landed here on... "he pressed a button on his wrist computer and its display brought up some text. "Earth."

    Raditz drummed the chair in thought. Brai and the others looked at each other.

    "Does he know of The Lost Artifacts of Odin?"

    "He must if he has the bow!"

    "We must tell The Elders at once!"

    "Quiet!!" hissed Raditz. "Erios," he continued. "You are in possession of something very important to our planet."

    Erios listened intently but could not remember anything.

    "Erios, I think you need rest."
    Last edited by Areckx; 02-04-2011 at 07:38 PM. Reason: removed placeholder opening for another one! lmao

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