Treason

Flameseeker · 2003-03-31, 08:21 PM

Chapter 1: High Treason
Terran Militay Academy of Auraxis
Dean�s Room

�Do you realize what this is? It is treason against the fair Republic, and treason means death.�
The man looked angry, but with his short stature and receding hairline it was almost comical. Almost. He leaned back in his chair, a frown on his face, and spoke slowly, �Mr. Ficha, we both know you have joined this Liberty cult-�
�I don�t know anything about this Liberty organization. I assume that was planted, I have a few enemies, Mr. Wheelright.� The young man kept a straight face, but inside he squirmed, �If they see through this��
�Well, this is a possibility, but how do you explain this?� Mr. Wheelright, the balding man, tapped a button on his desk, the top slid away, and a holo-projector popped up. It showed Searo, clearly reading the Liberty�s Call manual in his dorm room. Searo�s blood ran cold, his gut knotted.
�They are on their way. Security, could you detain Mr. Ficha for a short time?� He didn�t fight, it was useless. Searo was immobile with shock anyway. Execution? At 21? Two large campus guards came in, and led him out. Before the door slid shut behind him, Searo heard a dry chuckle.

Terran Military Academy
AztecWarrior�s Dorm
Suddenly, the small holo-projector in the room flickered.
�Attention, all students consorting with outside radicalists will be convicted. Several have been already, please stay in your rooms, there is a search being conducted. That is all.�
Aztec�s stomach churned, Searo wasn�t back yet.

AztecWarrior · 2003-03-31, 08:33 PM

Very nice. You read my earlier stuff.

Flameseeker · 2003-03-31, 08:35 PM

It was excellent, will try to tie this in.

More coming soon!

Flameseeker · 2003-03-31, 08:54 PM

Chapter 2: The Flameseeker
Cyssor
Honsi Bio Lab

His hands were bound, and the Marauder hit another bump. His head collided with the metal again, a bruise started to form. �Strapped to the back of a buggy, going to my death. Doesn�t get much better than this.� He reflected. There was a crowd watching. Many were disgusted with him, and many random objects pelted his body. Others were more sympathetic, but not openly so. Only a few were very upset, namely MrVulcan, and Aztec. The buggy slowed down, and a podium was in sight. He was hauled roughly off of the back, thrown to the ground. The crowd laughed as he struggled to rise, his hands firmly cuffed behind his back. Searo rose to his knees, and a kick brought him back down, with his chin smashed into the concrete.
�That was one hell of stupid thing to do, son.� A gruff military voice barked at him. Why do those pompous asses always call people their son? He received another kick, as if they could read his mind. By now, his chin was bleeding.
�I mean, look at all ya got going fer ya!� This was true, he was one of the top in his class, with the ability to fly seemingly anything. A quick promotion once out of the academy was imminent. But something had been missing�.
�Hooking up with them hippy radicals.� No kick, he observed. Someone grabbed him, and pulled him upright. He was marched to the podium, and more garbage was thrown. He wondered what his pleasure would be, not knowing much about execution, a noose was expected.
�If things went my way, you�d be a swayin in the breeze right now son.� Maybe Searo wasn�t far off the mark�.
�But no, too humane fer traitors.� He gulped, but there was no spit to wet his now cotton-dry throat.
�Instead, we�ll just be sendin� pain signals to every nerve in your body until your brain explodes, or you just shut down from it all. Kinda run to watch sometimes.� Now that was just sick, he thought. No injection? Gunshot? Anything besides this. He was hooked up to a grim-looking machine. The stupid military asshole gave a running commentary.
�We�ll start with a mild pain, stubbin yer toe maybe. Then it will increase gradually, until well, ya know. You dumb? Most people are screamin fer mercy �bout now.� God how he hated him. If he had one of those nice Gauss Rifles that were pictured in the booklet�.heheh�nah�the head would explode more violently�. He pictured it in his mind. Oww, the pain started. His body started to ache, he felt like a wall had tackled him. It was bearable, but sore.
�Sometimes it takes a few hours, or a day or so.� God, the sadistic bastard was grinning.
�I like em to be slow, and long.� This guy obviously had had a weird childhood. The pain ramped up, he felt like he had a really bad sunburn, all over. This was it huh? Searo�s thoughts were strangely clear. By now, the crowd had dispersed. He couldn't keep track of the time, but it had felt like eternity. They were bored with the absence of blood, the only violence visible his limbs jolting. It jumped again, now he was being burnt, an iron held to his skin.
�Burns, don�t it? You�ll be feelin� some real flames soon. Got yerself into this kid, what a way to go. I�m havin� fun, however.� Flames, that would be his end. His choice however, he had sought the flames by committing treason, he supposed. A Flameseeker. His mind was behaving oddly now, his brain starting to buckle under the pain. It went up, he was being incinerated, his bones were bleached black, surely. Not much more of this for the Flameseeker�
�Heheh, nah, you ain�t a skeleton, betcha feel like one though.� He was thinking of how much he loathed that voice, but his brain was shutting down, turning off parts of his body, obviously burnt beyond saving. The pain began to lessen, he was drifting off�.

Flameseeker · 2003-03-31, 09:05 PM

Chapter 3: Flying Free

The pain was gone, he felt like he was soaring. But what would his parents think? They had been great parents, always there. Suddenly, he plummeted, falling to the ground. He was hooked up to the machine again. He was angry now, why couldn't it be over? Why wasn't he dead? He opened his eyes. The voice he loathed, it was gone. A fat man in a much-decorated Terran uniform lay at his feet, blood soaking the ground. A few holes were in his midsection. He looked around, nothing. Wait, a shimmer. The pain was gone. Who was he? The Flameseeker, that's all. The shimmer turned into a person. Blue? But Liberty's Call was...blue.
"Thank god, you're still alive. We heard you're one of the best academy pilots."
Pilot? It started coming back, how much he loved to fly. Soaring, in his Reaver Trainer Plane. There was more...What was it?
"Searo, hang tight, I'm unstrapping you from this hell-machine."
That's it! His name was Searo, not Flameseeker. He had sought the flames...
"Ok, you're out, can you stand? Good. There's a Galaxy over that ridge, we need to go to it. We're taking you to the NC sanctuary through a nearby warpgate. Ok?"
Galaxy! He loved to fly those too, but not as much as the Reaver. Soaring... Unconsciously he began to walk with the shimmer, wait, it wasn't a shimmer, it was a girl.
"We need to hurry, I tried to be quiet, but they will check on you soon."
They? Oh yes, the Terran Republic. Why would they come after him? He broke into a run, obeying the shimmer-girl.
"I know you're still confused, but you can rest when we get to the Galaxy."
Confused, yes, everything so strange. So tired... They neared the top of the ridge, and he saw the Galaxy, like a delivering angel.
Everything was fading, people...coming towards him....the shimmer-girl....where was she? He felt someone pick him up, the hard armor jolting his sore nerves, and he blacked out.