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Monday, November 23, 2009
Sayonara Babylon! CHAPTER ONE!
BEGIN VOLUME ONE: CHAPTER ONE: Sayonara Babylon! PART ICHI!
Terra prime! Once a beautiful planet, filled with water, trees, and other such marvels- Now nothing more than a desolate wasteland. The Human race, once the planet's masters, now struggles to survive on native-yet-foreign-ground!
The entire population was reduced in an instant, leaving only those beneath the age of twenty un-scathed-and even then, at a cost.
A tan painted, five wheeled vehicle whose name has been long forgotten drives across the wasteland. It's driver, is a boy of age seventeen, who, like all survivors, has little to no memory of life on Terra Prime before the incident.
Including his own name.
This boy, with formerly golden hair- now browned by the sun's rays- and now dark green irises, goes by the title of "D.T.", off of the few pieces of memory he can recall.
FLASHBACK!
SOMEWHERE IN THE FORMER UNITED STATES_ _ _ JUST AFTER THE 'EXPLOSION'_ _ _
A six year old boy with blond hair opens his light green eyes as the building groans around him.
"Wh...wh..." he tries to talk, but finds no words to describe his situation.
He was laying on the floor of what appeared to be an office building.
"What's an office building?" He finally manages to say, and then jumps at the sound of his own voice. "Is...that really...me?" the boy blinks, and tries to stand.
Gravity takes over, and the boy starts sliding side wards, into one of those office cubicals- again, how did he know these words?- and into an awaiting, lifeless, cold body.
The boy's instincts immediately react- Grabbing the nearest weapon (which happened to be a stapler laying on the floor) and swinging it into the already dead man's head...
SNAP!
...now sporting a nice shiny piece of metal.
The boy's heart starts to slow down, while his mind speeds up. Where was he? Why was this man dead? Why was he the only one in this building.
Do-Do Do Do!
As if to answer his question, a lap-top on the near-by desk finishes re-starting itself, and the log-in screen, showing the chosen logo for the user account, taunts him with information.
The boy resigns himself, and drags the corpse out of the poor man's former office before returning to the computer.
The user name simply read...
END FLASHBACK!
...Dejital Transit System-User: #113.09
D.T. took the first two letters of the account as his own name, for he lacked his own, and easily broke the pass-word on the account.
FLASHBACK!
It was a simple thing.
D.T.- for that was what he was calling himself now- had simply clicked the password hint.
"Type the following: Sayonara Babylon!"
Access to the strangely shaped laptop (a rectangle, with two short corners cut off and two long corners cut off) was then granted. And D.T. hit the jackpot.
"Nice to meet you, new user!"
The computer's A.I. (one of the world's most advanced common computer programs) was intact, and it ran off of solar energy, meaning charging without electricity wouldn't be a problem.
END FLASHBACK!
"Ai, how close are we to the drop off?" D.T. asks the computer cell, now mounted into a slot in the vehicle.
"Approximately Four Point Two Miles away." A small, holographic image of a blue scaled, child like dragon appears out of the projector lens on the widest side of the computer. "Dee, I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
The boy raises an eyebrow. "About what?"
"Well..." The A.I. seems to shrug. "I don't know what it is really, but tapped into the old satellite grid last night..."
"Spit it out already." D.T. frowns. "I hate it when people trail off like that."
"Sorry." The holo-dragon sighs. "...I detected something heading at high velocity towards our sub-spatial location."
D.T. slams the breaks.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~!~!
"What? Is it another meteor? Like the one that...?" He panics.
"No no!" The A.I. dismisses the through. "It's way too small for that!"
"Ai, how big is it?" D.T. glances to the blue and green planet-chunk above him.
"No bigger than this scout car." The A.I. replies. "But it's metallic. Earth native elements from what I could read."
D.T. runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "Tess'll want to hear about this." he shifts gears and heads off towards the dig site once more.
A few minutes later, he presses the breaks once again, and pulls a donut, coming to a halt next to a crater that seemed to be dug out by hand.
D.T. kills the engine, then climbs out. He looks down into the crater and sighs.
A girl with long, brown hair and nearly orange eyes was seemingly talking to herself. This girl was his friend, currently going by the name "T.S."- though, the pronunciation of this always came out as "Tess."
They had met years ago, not too long after the...well, you know by now.
FLASHBACK!
ONE YEAR POST METEROITE_ _ _ SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WESTERN COAST_ _ _
D.T. sighs as he looks out over the barren wasteland where an ocean had once resided.
Gulley, hills, mountains, and valleys, and lots of dead fish.
D.T. glances to his left, then to his right.
Left was down south, warmer. Right was up north, colder.
"Ai, where do we go?" He asks the computer resting gently inside his backpack.
A holographic dragon, blue colored, yet smaller than the one we've already seen in the present, appears on his shoulder. "West is the way we've been going, but I don't think we can climb down that side of the oceanic floor in one piece. So...I don't know, Dee."
D.T. goes to nod, but freezes as he feels a sharp, round, metallic object press into the back of his neck.
"Don't move a mussel." Comes a voice that, though not much older than D.T. himself, has an older sounding tone to it. Add to the fact that it's immediately recognizable as a girl's voice, D.T. and the Computer A.I. are very confused.
D.T. turns his head slightly. "Now, I don't..."
"I-I said D-Don't move!" The girl behind him stammers. "I've got a gun!"
This changes the situation, quite a bit.
Rule one of the end of the world: Find a weapon.
D.T. just happened to have a nice little Energy field manipulator (liberated from the offices where he woke up) resting next to the computer in his backpack. Too bad he couldn't reach it currently. "O-okay." he starts, calmly. "I'm not here to hurt you or..."
"Urusai! Now give me that computer!" the girl's supposed gun presses deeper into D.T.'s neck, and gives away a very important clue.
"Hey, That's not a gun!"
The girl blinks her orange-ish eyes. "W-what? Of course it's a...!"
"Really? I have to dis-agree, it feels more like a piece of plastic piping than a gun." D.T. agrees.
The Holodragon nods enthusiastically, and D.T. turns to face his would be attacker.
She wasn't even a month older, maybe less though, and her hair was a light brown- which would eventually darken to it's present day shade- and, exactly as was guessed, a PVC pipe was firmly griped in her hands.
"Why'd you want my computer for anyways?" D.T. asks.
"Well..."
ENDFLASHBACK!
"...so, I needed this guys laptop for it's circuit board so I could fix this trans-Atlantic communication system so I could try to contact one of the other terra-clones." T.s. continues to the beetle. "So, I grabbed a near by pipe, held him up at 'gun point', saying it was a gun, when it was really a metallic pipe, and then he...!"
"And then I introduced myself." D.T. finishes from his perch on the edge of the dug out crater.
T.s jumps as the beetle tunnels into the ground. "Dee! Don't scare me like that!"
"Oh, come on, Tess!" he laughs. "You know how the Doc gets when he has something important to show us."
T.s. blinks. "When did he say that?"
"About half an hour ago, he radioed both of us, you didn't reply, I came looking." D.T. explains.
T.s. pulls out- then timidly holds up- a smashed Radio from her pocket. "It fell and my shovel..."
"Tess..." D.T. sighs, then stands up. "It's okay, I needed Radio parts anyways. Now, then. Off to Doc's little crater of mystery?"
T.s grins. "Sounds fine by me."
A moment later, and the five wheeled vehicle races off into the desert.
VVVVRRROOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
T.s., hanging loosely onto the outside of the roll cage, grins as she watches the barren wasteland rush past. "You know, for a place that used to be filled with water, the Indian Ocean sure is...dry."
"Yeah yeah." D.T. laughs.
"Soooo..." T.s starts. "Got any clue what's up?"
D.T. shakes his head. "Nary a thought."
T.s. frowns. "So, for all we know...it could be a...Giant waste of time?"
"It could be a giant whale skeleton." D.T. shrugs. "Or, it could be a giant under ground cavern."
"Or it could be something that no-body ever thought of!" The A.I. program speaks up.
"Is that so, eh?" T.s. grins.
"Knowing the Doc though, it's probably something that'll either help us out greatly, or send us to..." D.T. Trails off as he presses the breaks, nearly throwing T.s. off.
"Ow! Hey! What do you think you're...?!" T.s. also trails off as she sees what's before them.
"Why, hello yet again, Scavengers." Says a tall, nearly nineteen year old man with purple-near-black colored hair under the title K.I. as he climbs out of an old U.S. Military issue Tank. "What a...'surprise' to see you both again!" he laughs.
Two figures dismount the tank next, one bound and gagged, and the other escorting him.
"Doc!" T.s and D.T. gasp in shock.
Their favorite Medical Doctor with light brown hair, and near crimson eyes was being held hostage.
"Or should I rephrase..." K.I. laughs. "What a surprise to see you ALL again!"
"Oi, Doc, what'd you get your self into this time?" D.T. mutters.
END CHAPTER ONE_ _ _
Terra prime! Once a beautiful planet, filled with water, trees, and other such marvels- Now nothing more than a desolate wasteland. The Human race, once the planet's masters, now struggles to survive on native-yet-foreign-ground!
The entire population was reduced in an instant, leaving only those beneath the age of twenty un-scathed-and even then, at a cost.
A tan painted, five wheeled vehicle whose name has been long forgotten drives across the wasteland. It's driver, is a boy of age seventeen, who, like all survivors, has little to no memory of life on Terra Prime before the incident.
Including his own name.
This boy, with formerly golden hair- now browned by the sun's rays- and now dark green irises, goes by the title of "D.T.", off of the few pieces of memory he can recall.
FLASHBACK!
SOMEWHERE IN THE FORMER UNITED STATES_ _ _ JUST AFTER THE 'EXPLOSION'_ _ _
A six year old boy with blond hair opens his light green eyes as the building groans around him.
"Wh...wh..." he tries to talk, but finds no words to describe his situation.
He was laying on the floor of what appeared to be an office building.
"What's an office building?" He finally manages to say, and then jumps at the sound of his own voice. "Is...that really...me?" the boy blinks, and tries to stand.
Gravity takes over, and the boy starts sliding side wards, into one of those office cubicals- again, how did he know these words?- and into an awaiting, lifeless, cold body.
The boy's instincts immediately react- Grabbing the nearest weapon (which happened to be a stapler laying on the floor) and swinging it into the already dead man's head...
SNAP!
...now sporting a nice shiny piece of metal.
The boy's heart starts to slow down, while his mind speeds up. Where was he? Why was this man dead? Why was he the only one in this building.
Do-Do Do Do!
As if to answer his question, a lap-top on the near-by desk finishes re-starting itself, and the log-in screen, showing the chosen logo for the user account, taunts him with information.
The boy resigns himself, and drags the corpse out of the poor man's former office before returning to the computer.
The user name simply read...
END FLASHBACK!
...Dejital Transit System-User: #113.09
D.T. took the first two letters of the account as his own name, for he lacked his own, and easily broke the pass-word on the account.
FLASHBACK!
It was a simple thing.
D.T.- for that was what he was calling himself now- had simply clicked the password hint.
"Type the following: Sayonara Babylon!"
Access to the strangely shaped laptop (a rectangle, with two short corners cut off and two long corners cut off) was then granted. And D.T. hit the jackpot.
"Nice to meet you, new user!"
The computer's A.I. (one of the world's most advanced common computer programs) was intact, and it ran off of solar energy, meaning charging without electricity wouldn't be a problem.
END FLASHBACK!
"Ai, how close are we to the drop off?" D.T. asks the computer cell, now mounted into a slot in the vehicle.
"Approximately Four Point Two Miles away." A small, holographic image of a blue scaled, child like dragon appears out of the projector lens on the widest side of the computer. "Dee, I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
The boy raises an eyebrow. "About what?"
"Well..." The A.I. seems to shrug. "I don't know what it is really, but tapped into the old satellite grid last night..."
"Spit it out already." D.T. frowns. "I hate it when people trail off like that."
"Sorry." The holo-dragon sighs. "...I detected something heading at high velocity towards our sub-spatial location."
D.T. slams the breaks.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~!~!
"What? Is it another meteor? Like the one that...?" He panics.
"No no!" The A.I. dismisses the through. "It's way too small for that!"
"Ai, how big is it?" D.T. glances to the blue and green planet-chunk above him.
"No bigger than this scout car." The A.I. replies. "But it's metallic. Earth native elements from what I could read."
D.T. runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "Tess'll want to hear about this." he shifts gears and heads off towards the dig site once more.
A few minutes later, he presses the breaks once again, and pulls a donut, coming to a halt next to a crater that seemed to be dug out by hand.
D.T. kills the engine, then climbs out. He looks down into the crater and sighs.
A girl with long, brown hair and nearly orange eyes was seemingly talking to herself. This girl was his friend, currently going by the name "T.S."- though, the pronunciation of this always came out as "Tess."
They had met years ago, not too long after the...well, you know by now.
FLASHBACK!
ONE YEAR POST METEROITE_ _ _ SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WESTERN COAST_ _ _
D.T. sighs as he looks out over the barren wasteland where an ocean had once resided.
Gulley, hills, mountains, and valleys, and lots of dead fish.
D.T. glances to his left, then to his right.
Left was down south, warmer. Right was up north, colder.
"Ai, where do we go?" He asks the computer resting gently inside his backpack.
A holographic dragon, blue colored, yet smaller than the one we've already seen in the present, appears on his shoulder. "West is the way we've been going, but I don't think we can climb down that side of the oceanic floor in one piece. So...I don't know, Dee."
D.T. goes to nod, but freezes as he feels a sharp, round, metallic object press into the back of his neck.
"Don't move a mussel." Comes a voice that, though not much older than D.T. himself, has an older sounding tone to it. Add to the fact that it's immediately recognizable as a girl's voice, D.T. and the Computer A.I. are very confused.
D.T. turns his head slightly. "Now, I don't..."
"I-I said D-Don't move!" The girl behind him stammers. "I've got a gun!"
This changes the situation, quite a bit.
Rule one of the end of the world: Find a weapon.
D.T. just happened to have a nice little Energy field manipulator (liberated from the offices where he woke up) resting next to the computer in his backpack. Too bad he couldn't reach it currently. "O-okay." he starts, calmly. "I'm not here to hurt you or..."
"Urusai! Now give me that computer!" the girl's supposed gun presses deeper into D.T.'s neck, and gives away a very important clue.
"Hey, That's not a gun!"
The girl blinks her orange-ish eyes. "W-what? Of course it's a...!"
"Really? I have to dis-agree, it feels more like a piece of plastic piping than a gun." D.T. agrees.
The Holodragon nods enthusiastically, and D.T. turns to face his would be attacker.
She wasn't even a month older, maybe less though, and her hair was a light brown- which would eventually darken to it's present day shade- and, exactly as was guessed, a PVC pipe was firmly griped in her hands.
"Why'd you want my computer for anyways?" D.T. asks.
"Well..."
ENDFLASHBACK!
"...so, I needed this guys laptop for it's circuit board so I could fix this trans-Atlantic communication system so I could try to contact one of the other terra-clones." T.s. continues to the beetle. "So, I grabbed a near by pipe, held him up at 'gun point', saying it was a gun, when it was really a metallic pipe, and then he...!"
"And then I introduced myself." D.T. finishes from his perch on the edge of the dug out crater.
T.s jumps as the beetle tunnels into the ground. "Dee! Don't scare me like that!"
"Oh, come on, Tess!" he laughs. "You know how the Doc gets when he has something important to show us."
T.s. blinks. "When did he say that?"
"About half an hour ago, he radioed both of us, you didn't reply, I came looking." D.T. explains.
T.s. pulls out- then timidly holds up- a smashed Radio from her pocket. "It fell and my shovel..."
"Tess..." D.T. sighs, then stands up. "It's okay, I needed Radio parts anyways. Now, then. Off to Doc's little crater of mystery?"
T.s grins. "Sounds fine by me."
A moment later, and the five wheeled vehicle races off into the desert.
VVVVRRROOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
T.s., hanging loosely onto the outside of the roll cage, grins as she watches the barren wasteland rush past. "You know, for a place that used to be filled with water, the Indian Ocean sure is...dry."
"Yeah yeah." D.T. laughs.
"Soooo..." T.s starts. "Got any clue what's up?"
D.T. shakes his head. "Nary a thought."
T.s. frowns. "So, for all we know...it could be a...Giant waste of time?"
"It could be a giant whale skeleton." D.T. shrugs. "Or, it could be a giant under ground cavern."
"Or it could be something that no-body ever thought of!" The A.I. program speaks up.
"Is that so, eh?" T.s. grins.
"Knowing the Doc though, it's probably something that'll either help us out greatly, or send us to..." D.T. Trails off as he presses the breaks, nearly throwing T.s. off.
"Ow! Hey! What do you think you're...?!" T.s. also trails off as she sees what's before them.
"Why, hello yet again, Scavengers." Says a tall, nearly nineteen year old man with purple-near-black colored hair under the title K.I. as he climbs out of an old U.S. Military issue Tank. "What a...'surprise' to see you both again!" he laughs.
Two figures dismount the tank next, one bound and gagged, and the other escorting him.
"Doc!" T.s and D.T. gasp in shock.
Their favorite Medical Doctor with light brown hair, and near crimson eyes was being held hostage.
"Or should I rephrase..." K.I. laughs. "What a surprise to see you ALL again!"
"Oi, Doc, what'd you get your self into this time?" D.T. mutters.
END CHAPTER ONE_ _ _
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