Arch one goes!

“What the poop, man, I’m on edge right now and you loser pull this poop on me. We’re on the same side.” barked Jacobs.

“We have to take our precautions, we weren’t sure if you’ve been compromised.”

“I’m about to be if you guys don’t take this poop off my hands and get me off Terra as soon as possible. Tell that bastard Costigan that if he wants to stay in office, hes gotta get me off this poop hole planet.” demanded Jacobs as he hands Drem the 3 inch data drive.

“Who is it this time that wants you dead?” demanded Drem.

“You buttheads don’t get it still do you? All of it is right there in the-” as Jacob’s last breath is cursing at Sota and Drem, a sound of impact strikes at Jacobs temple. The red mist ejaculates out Jacob’s eye. He had been shot through his eye straight from the back. As the first shot makes contact, the second shot has already been fired and strikes Sota in the lower abdomen. A loud cry of pain is heard from Jacobs as he screams while a waterfall from his empty socket continues to pour out a crimson tide. The third shot is about to be fired but before it is able to strike its target true, both Sota and Drem leap for the Ramen Bar. Sota jumps over the counter top bar as civilians run in terror along with the chef that was behind the bar.

From the street, a four wheeled car is stopped right in the middle, parallel to the Ramen Bar and the alley next to it. The car windows are down with orange muzzle flashes constantly lighting up. The small forces of death escaping the vehicle hit the Ramen Bar repeatedly. The muzzle then turns to Jacobs who struggles to crawl into safety.


Another pair of metal and kinetic energy strike into Jacob’s sides. Another scream is heard. Sota tries to look over the bar top but is stopped by the swarm of metal bees that continue to strike at the Ramen Bar’s wooden top.

“Litsen! I… I cannut die hurrh. I don’t-” said Jacobs as he attempts to tell Sota who is only a mere 8 feet away. He is interrupted by the blood that continues to escape up his throat.

“Shut up loser and stop moving, before they think you’re still alive!” screamed Drem who has been trying to get a shot back at the vehicle. “This is India two to the Nest!” said Drem to his collar mic.

“This is the Nest, go ahead India Two.” replied a calm collected monotone voice.

“India Two is pinned down on Mitsurugi and seventh in the oriental district. Requesting support!” demanded Drem as he attempts to get another view on the vehicle only to be denied sight.


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.

Arc 1 Goes Off!

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Photo @2010 by Jonas Seaman [CC BY 2.0]

Hey guys!! still going on with my Arc 1 story!! hopefully you guys continue to like it!

“Rumor has it from many sets of ears that a man has arrived here on Terra and in Prime.”

“Your ears hear about one man? Prime has hundreds of thousands going in and out. What makes this one special?”

“He comes here with the intent to kill me. As you noticed, I’ve already raised security here. I only have one lead. I’ve already informed Drem of the matter. He has all the details on the lead.”

“I’m to find one man on Terra who wants to kill you? I can easily go to the ‘lows’ and find many. What makes this one anymore of a threat? With the shit that you’ve done, many would want you dead.”

“He is a former Government Advocacy Agent. Same as you.”

Chap. 2: The Lows

The Celer lands upon a pad for another residential complex for the well privileged citizens of Prime. Upon exiting the craft, Sota grabs a duffel bag from a compartment in the 350R. He continues to cross the narrow bridge that separates Sota from life and death. As the end of the bridge is near, a set of doors open to reveal a five foot, nine inch male of caucasian descent and pale skin. The figure expresses himself in a suit and tie that is much like that of a Fortune 500 CEO. Sota approaches him with no signs of hesitation.

“The old man said you were on your way. I saw your piece of shit 350 come in on the radar.”

“Did he wake you up at a piss poor time as well?” grinned Sota.

“Yeah, old geezer had me looking at this information since I got home from that dump you call a nightclub. Did you even at least fuck her?”

“Drem, you know I would only just tease her.” Sota winks back at Drem as he lets out a slight laugh.

“Your dick would say otherwise, right?” the two kept a relaxed atmosphere as they walk into Drem’s residence. The room is in an apartment suite similar to that of Sota’s residential tower. As they enter his den, the numerous pieces of both modern weaponry and technology littered the tables and floor.

Arch 1 flight continues!

Hey guys! Wanted to continue with this fan fiction of mine just to get some opinions or views! If you haven’t read any of the prior post about Arch 1! I suggest you go back to view it before reading this one to understand it!

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Photo @2013 by James Vaughan [CC BY 2.0]

Approaching the cockpit on the port side. Sota was able to enter the cockpit by releasing the hatch through the usage of a special watch. The Celer has been directly linked through a signal broadcasted by both the watch and the ship.

Inside the Celer popped numerous holographic 3D displays and HUDs with detailed information on the ship’s navigations, statuses, instruments and many details that allowed the user a plethora of information. Instead of grabbing the joystick in the middle, Sota had his arms crossed and stared onward. “Take me to Senator Costigan’s Penthouse.” commanded Sorta.

“System Acknowledged, plotting course for Senator Costigan’s Penthouse.” replied Celer’s navigation voice. Continue reading