Arc 1: into the realm of another

After hearing a good friend of mine give some positive feedback on this fanfiction, I decided to go ahead and keep posting in hopes of being able to give you guys something to read! 🙂 If you don’t know what’s going on, please refer to the older post to get caught up.

Photo @2011 by Sweetie187 [CC BY-SA 2.0]

Photo @2011 by Sweetie187 [CC BY-SA 2.0]

“Something just doesn’t add up right now, Sota. But lets just go to the place and set up shop. I’m sure it can’t be worse than Ronnar.” Said Drem as he starts to walk out with Sota. Sota follows Drem out the room as nostalgia strikes the two about the events 3 years ago on the planet Ronnar. The words “Reapers of Ronnar” echo into Sota’s mind.


The eyrie dark of night has befell Prime. A young man with tan skin stumbles down a dimly lit street while turning his head left and right with paranoia. His clothes match that of a delinquent whose ready to attend an electronica concert. The jacket and pants give off the gritty dark brown and dark green toned color. His paranoia is starting to attack his mind with full force as every little nook and cranny of this street is filled with trash, homeless civilians, thugs and small shops.

“Gotta get to that ramen bar…” said Jacob as he holds on to a small 3 inch rectangular device in his pocket. “I hope those nitwits actually show up and figured out that I couldn’t talk due to the tracking ability of the 9 Breakerss after me.” Jacobs murmurs to himself consistently. Jacobs turns the corner of an intersection to see the sign of the ramen bar he has to meet Sota and Drem at. His heart fills with excitement that he might not die tonight, not here, not at the “lows”.

Jacobs approaches the ramen bar but swings his head in a constant motion making sure no one is following him. Before he is able to turn his attention to the front again, his neck can feel a quick arm around his throat. The force jerks Jacobs into the alley and before he can pull out his hidden projectile based weapon in his jacket, it was disarmed by another pair of hands. Jacob’s life was about to be over.

“Jacobs, right?”

“What’s it to you losers. I ain’t tellin yah crap.” responded Jacob as he barely managed words in between gasps for air.

“Let him go, Drem. It’s him.” Drem releases the young man as he falls to his knees.

“Were you compromised?” ask Sota.