01-03-2011, 11:40 AM
|| Our worlds are in grave danger from an unknown assailant. These enemies are powerful and ambitious; they will not stop there. To all who can fight, now is the time. Answer the dire call and register with your local Militia representative. They will not be hard to find. ||
Robert sat back in his chair, arms behind his head, legs crossed on the table before him. A small holographic projector acted as a virtual monitor on the desk, displaying an image of four humanoid creatures; a human, a namek, a white skinned midget, and an anthropomorphic insect. Robert himself had never been off Earth until his current assignment, which was responsible for the lack of extra terrestrial knowledge. Humans he knew, and the green skinned namekians were the custodians of the eponymous world he was situated on, but the other two alien species were foreign to him.
The message, scrawled beneath the flickering image, took a time for Falconer to decipher. It was broadcast on an unsecured channel but encrypted heavily. Hardly a challenge for him, but a suitable time waster while he waited for his meeting with the namekian branch of Capsule Corporation. It had, however, intrigued him. Was there any truth to the statement, or was it a ridiculous hoax? The more Bob scrutinised the warning, rocking back and forth in his chair, the more he found it difficult to grasp. A threat to entire worlds? What could possibly intimidate a galaxy?
The senior inventor checked his smart phone. There was still a good four hours before the meeting. It was destined to be dull. A review of sales, how well Namek had adapted to Capsule Corporation's presence, an overview of managerial practices, blah blah blah. Robert wasn't a fan of being an executive officer. Sure, he loved the prestige and chunky pay packet that coupled with his head inventor salary, but the administration faffing about that came with it was yawn inducing. There was no fun in sales projections or staff performance analysis. Creating objects that enhanced daily life; now that was interesting.
Flying about in a super human power suit; that was beyond interesting.
Robert sighed and plopped his feet on the floor, staring out the window of his domed domicile. The green Namek seas mirrored the identical skies above, the strange spherical shaped clusters of leaves upon the trees a unique and exotic sight. He thought he'd seen it all in his various studies and vocations on Earth, but apparently he'd only scratched the surface. Capsule Corporation obviously extended beyond the solar system and into worlds he could only imagine. How much further did the Earth born business sprawl into the stars?
Tossing a palm size capsule into the air like a tennis ball, Robert stepped out of his humble accommodations outside of Ja City, one of the capitals of the sparsely populated Namek. Robert sighed, clicking the button of the capsule and dropping it to the floor. A ubiquitous cloud of smoke materialised, and as it dispersed, it revealed a luxury hover car emblazoned with the Capsule Corporation logo on the right door. Leaping into the vehicle and igniting the engine, it levitated from the ground and shot into the air, racing towards the capital city.
As Robert approached Ja, he recalled the last few lines of the transmission. To all who can fight, now is the time. Answer the dire call and register with your local Militia representative. They will not be hard to find. Did that invitation extend to Namek? It seemed probable due to the inclusion of a namek in the signal.
Robert felt like he should have been grateful for arriving on an alien world, seeing sights many people on Earth would never know. The truth was, while there was a slight appreciation for the privilege for the voyage through the stars, a new love on his home world had consumed most of his attention. Ever since he stabilised and field tested a prototype power suit that granted him all sorts of superhuman abilities, he couldn't take his mind off it. The thrill and excitement of storming into a crime scene and stomping robbers and muggers exceeded anything he ever experienced tinkering in a laboratory. He loved the latter still, but this new world was intoxicating.
Thus, the message about adventure enticed him. To all who can fight. In his power suit, that was him. ... register with your local militia. They will not be hard to find. Even better. If they were on Namek, surely their representatives would be searching for recruits in Ja.
Robert flipped open his phone. No calls. The meeting wouldn't be for a few hours yet. Smirking, he planted his foot on the accelerator and zoomed into the Namekian capital.
Robert sat back in his chair, arms behind his head, legs crossed on the table before him. A small holographic projector acted as a virtual monitor on the desk, displaying an image of four humanoid creatures; a human, a namek, a white skinned midget, and an anthropomorphic insect. Robert himself had never been off Earth until his current assignment, which was responsible for the lack of extra terrestrial knowledge. Humans he knew, and the green skinned namekians were the custodians of the eponymous world he was situated on, but the other two alien species were foreign to him.
The message, scrawled beneath the flickering image, took a time for Falconer to decipher. It was broadcast on an unsecured channel but encrypted heavily. Hardly a challenge for him, but a suitable time waster while he waited for his meeting with the namekian branch of Capsule Corporation. It had, however, intrigued him. Was there any truth to the statement, or was it a ridiculous hoax? The more Bob scrutinised the warning, rocking back and forth in his chair, the more he found it difficult to grasp. A threat to entire worlds? What could possibly intimidate a galaxy?
The senior inventor checked his smart phone. There was still a good four hours before the meeting. It was destined to be dull. A review of sales, how well Namek had adapted to Capsule Corporation's presence, an overview of managerial practices, blah blah blah. Robert wasn't a fan of being an executive officer. Sure, he loved the prestige and chunky pay packet that coupled with his head inventor salary, but the administration faffing about that came with it was yawn inducing. There was no fun in sales projections or staff performance analysis. Creating objects that enhanced daily life; now that was interesting.
Flying about in a super human power suit; that was beyond interesting.
Robert sighed and plopped his feet on the floor, staring out the window of his domed domicile. The green Namek seas mirrored the identical skies above, the strange spherical shaped clusters of leaves upon the trees a unique and exotic sight. He thought he'd seen it all in his various studies and vocations on Earth, but apparently he'd only scratched the surface. Capsule Corporation obviously extended beyond the solar system and into worlds he could only imagine. How much further did the Earth born business sprawl into the stars?
Tossing a palm size capsule into the air like a tennis ball, Robert stepped out of his humble accommodations outside of Ja City, one of the capitals of the sparsely populated Namek. Robert sighed, clicking the button of the capsule and dropping it to the floor. A ubiquitous cloud of smoke materialised, and as it dispersed, it revealed a luxury hover car emblazoned with the Capsule Corporation logo on the right door. Leaping into the vehicle and igniting the engine, it levitated from the ground and shot into the air, racing towards the capital city.
As Robert approached Ja, he recalled the last few lines of the transmission. To all who can fight, now is the time. Answer the dire call and register with your local Militia representative. They will not be hard to find. Did that invitation extend to Namek? It seemed probable due to the inclusion of a namek in the signal.
Robert felt like he should have been grateful for arriving on an alien world, seeing sights many people on Earth would never know. The truth was, while there was a slight appreciation for the privilege for the voyage through the stars, a new love on his home world had consumed most of his attention. Ever since he stabilised and field tested a prototype power suit that granted him all sorts of superhuman abilities, he couldn't take his mind off it. The thrill and excitement of storming into a crime scene and stomping robbers and muggers exceeded anything he ever experienced tinkering in a laboratory. He loved the latter still, but this new world was intoxicating.
Thus, the message about adventure enticed him. To all who can fight. In his power suit, that was him. ... register with your local militia. They will not be hard to find. Even better. If they were on Namek, surely their representatives would be searching for recruits in Ja.
Robert flipped open his phone. No calls. The meeting wouldn't be for a few hours yet. Smirking, he planted his foot on the accelerator and zoomed into the Namekian capital.
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