Genectrols: D-generation [Phase 2]Smothering. That is exactly how he felt, ever since he came to realize this world.
Who is he? What is he living for?
The most primitive memory he possessed, was of some “lid” being lifted away from him, then a blinding white light surrounding him.
Medical murmurs rose all around, excited gibbers he could not comprehend.
Then he found himself in a room. A simple, small, plain white cube, just four walls, a ceiling, and a cushioned floor, nothing else.
A place, devoid of life.
Then he was given his name, via a mechanical voice. Night Canyon.
He knew it’s wrong, somehow, deep within himself, yet he could never place a finger to it.
The only things inked into his mind were fragments of information, skills.
How to pilot an Assault Unit, how to kill, how to avoid getting killed.
Just “how”, never “why”.
Enclosed in the confinement, he lost sense of time. Injections at certain intervals were his only gauge.
Then one day, a door appeared. He walked towards it. He wanted, out.
Behind the door laid a long tunnel. No other choice.
At the end of the tunnel was no light.
There it stood, tall and regal, a glamorous A.U.
As if on instinct, he reached for the cockpit. Climb in, start the system, launch into battle.
Kill.
Return.
He never knew why he always returned to the oppressing place. Maybe, he just did not know of anywhere else.
Slowly, the whole thing became a routine.
He could feel that there is life around him; there always is.
Yes he could never reach them, see them.
When he was piloting, there was never any communication with other units. They were just tools, following a central command.
All changed when one day, his unit accidentally, by unknown means, captured some signals from nearby. Then, he began to LEARN.
In battle, he slowly learnt of this strange and intimidating world from the stray signal floating all around them.
He came to know, that he was merely a clone.
As all of them, the pilots on their side, are.
The world is roughly split into ten “planets”.
His “planet” was Helluw, Vena.
He came to know, bits and pieces of the A.F. history, of the last Universal war, a full-blown wave of destruction that wreaked all ten planets.
That was all he could gather, but he rendered that these information were enough.
That was why, when he was ordered to infiltrate the Errian Space to face two units, he was not the least bit worry.
He knew them to be royalty. He though they had little in-battle experience.
That was why he was so shocked, when they were on par with him, even having a little edge.
“Hmm…these two…Their skills are not bad! Fact! They’re really coordinated!” Just like them…Hope…and Faith…twins……
He had no idea why is it these two units that popped into his mind……
As if, it is something buried in the depths of his memory, so deep, he could no longer recall.
“No! Concentrate! Don’t let these things affect you!” He did not know why the name Kranyon suddenly appeared in his mind, just like the units Hope and Faith……
As if, a lost part of himself, a forgotten past, slowly piecing itself together.
“Bring out all that you have! I’m ready to take whatever you throw at me!”
He readied the chest cannon of his A.U.—Leo.
Just as it was about to blast at the sliver unit, his A.U. was violently rocked by several beams from a unexpected sources.
“Ah……”
Two other units, one blue, one bronze, joined in the fray.
Unexpected situation. He was at a loss. To retreat or to stay?
“Those two new arrivals…they don’t look like they’re from Erra…Incoming transmission?...again?” He pressed down on the accept button on the touch-screen. Where else can the signal be from other than the central command?
Thus his shock when he saw a strange face gradually appear on the screen.
“Unknown unit…You! You look familiar!......”
“Kranyon Taruk?” He blurted out the name that kept on showing itself in his mind. He already had a guess on what happened. All he needs is a confirmation.
“Yes…but……”
“No…”his fear realized, he gritted his teeth. “No! That’s not me! I’m just his clone!”
“Remember, I am Night Canyon, pilot of Leo A.U.” He didn’t care if the communication was already cut off. He just wanted to reassure himself, that he is an independent individual, not someone else.
Activating the beam sabre fixed on his A.U.’s “wrists”, he charged toward the others. The bronze unit came against him.
Sparks flew as their melee weapons collided, only extinguished too quickly by the vacuum of space.
Seeing no possibility in completing his mission, he fled out into open space.
He had to go back, to Vena Helluw…no matter how reluctant……
He fears to return, yet he could find nowhere else to go……
Labels: D-gen, fiction, Genectrols, story
In the year of the future, the era of Anno Futurus (A.F.), the universe is split into 10 territories.
10 “planets”, independent yet interdependent.
Erra, Isli, Helluw, Mavayu, Ducan, Zakab, Tahale, Vale, Yuva…and last but not least, the one planet once known as Earth, now Gaia.
The universe is no longer as it used to be in the A.D.s, now that humans have transformed it to their likings, as they had to the landscapes of Gaia millions of years ago.
A.F. 960, and the curtains part.
Errian outer space.
Two titanic, robotic humanoid mechas, one gold and the other silver, roamed through the pitch darkness, occasionally lit by one or two stray stars.
Assault Units(A.U.) they are called. Capricorn and Scorpio; these two are customized units.
In the cockpit of the silver unit, Scorpio A.U.
A blonde girl sighed softly, her alabaster skin ghostly in the pale mechanical light that flooded the small compartment, as she gingerly fingered the controls.
Within moments, a screen gradually faded into view, partially blocking the initial scene of her A.U.’s surroundings displayed in front of her.
Within the screen was shown the interior of the golden unit’s cockpit.
The pilot of said unit is a boy, with features strikingly similar to that of the girl. Through the transparent face-shield of his helmet, one can see much of his unruly fringe.
Prince of Erra, Kelar Rupika Josa.
“Phoebe CIII?” His voice rang aloud in the constricted area within the cockpit, seemingly resonating from everywhere.
She appeared not to have heard him.
“Phoebe CIII?”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“Great. I don’t have to resort to my normal way of addressing you.” His flat tone made it hard to guess if he meant that as sarcasm or complement. She simply shrugged it off.
The blonde girl is no other than Kelar’s twin sister, Princess of Erra, Asuna Saiveinne Josa, codename Phoebe CIII (codename is a name they use when in battle or piloting, to lessen the chance of their enemies knowing their true identity via interception of signals).
“Look, if you’re going to ask me if we’re at the right place, then don’t, because I can assure you that we are. Seriously, you are the one who inherited mother’s bad direction sense, not me. Don’t even try to deny it.”
“I know. My navigation system tells me we’re at the right place too…I’m just wondering if you know why the both of us are up here and all alone?” Should they not the well-sheltered ones, kept as away from all possible forms of potential danger as humanely possible, especially seeing that they have no other siblings?
“Because this is a very safe territory, well within the Errian space, and the person we are welcoming is our cousin? Really, he’s late! He is so going to……”
“Phoebe, is it just going to be L…I mean, Raine 103? I remember there is going to be two units?”
“Neither do I know what the other units is about, but probably just an escort……”
So engrossed were the twins in their conversation, they overlooked the danger lurking nearby.
That is, only until the Capricorn A.U. (golden unit) rang red alert.
“Argh!” Kelar had just managed to activate his unit’s lazer shield in time to save himself from being evaporated by the super-heated beam aimed at him.
Scorpio A.U., being the more fortunate one, had slightly more time to react, allowing Asuna to activate its “Wings”, increasing the unit’s maneuverability and speed.
“Bro! Watch out!”
This time the Capricorn had only narrowly dodged another beam fired overhead.
“Whew! That was close.”
Now they had a clearer view of the attacking unit. A pastel-green and scarlet A.U. Definitely not of any planets they are familiar with. Asuna evaded another beam with her lazer shield.
“You managed to contact him?” She heard her brother’s voice over the “screen”. No longer that clear, but still audible.
“Nope. Not replying.” She had already sent out several signals, enquiring on the unit’s identity. Yet none got any reply. “Oh, why are we so unlucky?! This is, after all, our first flight alone!”
“Phoebe, cover me while I activate Capricorn’s “Wings”!”
“Phoebe CIII here. Got you, Phoebus!” His codename is Phoebus CXV.
“Capricorn, lets’ go! Phoebe, I’ll keep the front busy, try and get to its back!”
“Gotit. Arh! This one is a heavily-armed unit.”
“I know. It’s really fast. Man is this guy strong! He’s taking on both of us and winning!”
Asuna could not bother to rebut her brother’s assumption of the other pilot’s gender. They could barely keep up with this unit.
Then, just as suddenly as this unit had approached them, another beam blasted into the trio’s combat.
“Not another unit!”
“Don’t worry, they’re on our side.”
“Yo! Phoebus CXV, Phoebe CIII, having fun?”
“You people alright?”
“Raine 103!”
“Death Saint! What brings you here?!”
I seriously don't understand myself...technically I should be sleeping now...but I wanted to post this story...so here it is^^...LOLX
Labels: D-gen, English, fantasy, fiction, Genectrols, story
