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Genesis, part I
Episode 01: "Genesis" (Part I)
In a barren valley outside of Oson City, dark clouds and lightning crack the sky. But this is no ordinary thunderstorm. Out of nowhere, an explosion of red light pummels a large section of the area, causing dust and sand to spill out across the plain.
And suddenly, the storm stops and light returns to the valley. But as the dust clears from the rocky surface, three figures appear. One, a bearded man wielding a large staff and a headpiece in the shape of a deformed shell. Another, a warrior clad in thick, heavy rust colored armor, wielding a sword. And the last, a young woman clothed in tight black armor, wielding a whip. The dust finally clears, and the warrior is the first to speak.
�General Morlon,� he says, �It worked!�
The bearded man replies, �Fool. Of course it worked. I created it!�
The woman finally says, �Well. Now that we're here, what's our first order of business?�
General Morlon smirks evilly, �Destruction.� The three share a cold, sadistic laugh�
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It was another gorgeous afternoon on the campus of Central University. Students are flocking to and from classes, chatting with friends, and making their way to the library for a little study time.
Inside the main ballroom of the Student Union building, colorful photos and brochures adorn large poster boards sitting atop tables across the room. The titles on the boards range from �Amateur Radio Club� to �Swing and Jazz Lovers of America� to �Kappa Alpha Psi�. Standing in front of one particular poster board is Chris, a handsome, mellow brown skinned teen wearing a crimson Central U t-shirt. He reads the title over and over again: �The Daily U�, the Central University student newspaper. But as he begins daydreaming, a familiar voice breaks his focus.
�Hey, if you stare at that thing long enough you might have to ask it out on a date.�
Chris can only grin, and turns around to see a perky blonde in a comfortable sunny yellow long-sleeved shirt. �Brittany?� They hug. �I haven't seen you since��
�Our high school graduation� she finishes. �Yeah, it's been a while. We didn't even get to hang out all summer.�
�Well, it's been kind of hectic.� His mood drops down.
�How's your dad?� she asks.
�He's still overseas. He doesn't know when he'll be back. The war is�well�it's��
�I understand. How's your mom holding up?�
�Besides having to run the house and help me transition here, she's been a warrior. I have no idea how she does it.� He changes the subject, �So, what about you? I'm sure you had some exciting adventures over the summer.�
�Took a cruise, filled out over a thousand financial aid forms, worked at a Burger King. I guess you could say it was pretty fulfilling.� They both laugh out loud. She looks at the poster board for The Daily U. �So, you're thinking about joining the paper here? I don't see why not. I mean, you were awesome on The Paw Print.�
From out of nowhere, a harsh, nearly screeching female voice utters from behind them, �The Paw Print?�
The two turn around to see an older student, a girl in a dark green business dress with long dirty blonde hair and thick brown glasses, staring at Chris coldly. �You may have been good at your little high school, but this is the big leagues now. A paragraph 'report' on the new sloppy joes in the cafeteria ain't gonna cut it. If you want a position on The Daily U, you'll have to earn it.�
Chris doesn't really know what to say, �And you are?�
The girl smiles, �Lela Legend. Editor.�
She smiles, and walks away. Brittany is in awe, �Wow. Caffeine much?� Chris' cell phone rings and he picks it up, �Hello?� A pause as he listens on the other end. �Hey, mom.� A longer pause. �Okay, great.� A shorter pause. �Perfect, I appreciate it. Thanks.� He hangs up, and looks at Brittany. �My mom�s taking care of some of my tuition bills downtown today.�
Brittany chuckles, �God bless her.� They both laugh.
Across the ballroom, Nick Spince, with his hair ruffled and uncombed and wearing a blue plaid shirt, has his eyes locked on one thing: a trio of girls in hot pants and tight tank tops. They�re standing close together, giggling and looking in Nick's direction. Suddenly, they begin moving towards him. He gulps. They're individual strides are long and undeniably sexy. A bead of sweat slides down Nick�s forehead towards his lips. They're walking closer. Nick's body tightens. Then, he rotates his head to watch them walk completely past him and towards a display where a buff, clean-shaven junior in a tight navy t-shirt is holding pamphlets from the ROTC program. The girls place their hands on his arms squeezing his muscles. Nick can only sigh. Then, as he turns back to look at the mass of people in front of him, he catches sight of Traci Reynes. A light from heaven seems to illuminate her presence. She's like perfection: slender, beautiful but not flashy, wearing a loose and flowery rosy pink blouse. Like a dove, she�s docile and majestic.
And on the other side of the ballroom, Traci's entrance has caught the eye of another young man: Eric Mercer, with short dark brown hair and clad in a black jacket. Eric watches her as she makes her way to a particular poster board titled, �Campus Crusade for Christ�. He rubs his hands together in confidence, puts a mint into his mouth and walks over to her. Nick watches as Eric stands next to Traci.
�Hey.� Eric says.
Traci looks up and smiles in confusion, �Eric? I didn't know you were going here. I thought you were going to NYU.�
�Well, I was kinda sorta rejected by NYU. I guess I wasn't artsy enough.�
She chuckles, �I'm sorry to hear that. Are you still going to study theatre?�
�Yeah, this place has a pretty solid theatre program for a state school, so I decided to keep pursuing it.�
�Well, that's good to hear. I'm just, really surprised.�
�Good.�
�Good?� she asks.
�Well, I mean, um�not 'good', but��
But before he could finish his thought, a guy appears behind Traci, grabbing her waist. She turns, smiles, �Hey,� and they kiss. Eric is completely puzzled and uncomfortable. Traci looks at Eric. �Eric, this is my boyfriend, Ian. Ian, this is Eric. We went to high school together.�
Ian, clean cut, with slick light brown hair, nods to Eric, �Hey, what's going on?�
Eric is pretty quiet, �Nothing much.� Ian looks at Traci, �I'm going to be heading back to my apartment in a bit, so come on by, okay?�
Traci is hesitant, �Yeah, but I'm probably going to be hanging around here for a while, so��
�Well, whatever. Just give me a call when you're coming over.�
Traci nods, �Okay.� Ian kisses her on the cheek and walks off. Eric is obviously feeling awkward.
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In the valley, General Morlon sets his plan, �The city. Over this range. Let's start there. But first�� He raises his staff, and a beam of light projects from it, and out from the light arises a creature, ten feet tall and built literally like a rock. Morlon is pleased, �My powers are fully functional in this world. Perfect. Graniton, are you ready?�
The monster nods its massive head, �Yes, master.�
Morlon grins, �Good. And now for phase two.� Morlon raises his staff into the air, and the sky seemingly rips in half as a squadron of menacing fighter jets zooms through the sky and towards Oson City. As the fighters make their way to the downtown area, tanks with protracting horns storm across the valley and towards the city streets. General Morlon can only smile, �R-Fighters, D-Tanks! Attack!!�
The R-Fighters scream towards the city and open fire on buildings, sending massive chunks of debris, metal, stone, and fire towards the streets. Shouts of fear and panic pervade throughout the city�
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As the Freshman Clubs and Organizations social begins winding up, Chris and Brittany are checking out a few more displays, when suddenly someone bursts into the ballroom and shouts, �Downtown is being bombed!!�
All of the commotion in the room suddenly comes to a screeching halt. Brittany grabs Chris' arm, �Your mom!� Chris' eyes widen. He picks up his cell phone and dials his mother's number. But he gets no response. He dials again, and still no response. Looking down on his phone, he looks back up to Brittany. �I have to get downtown!� Brittany tries to stop him, but he pushes her back, �I have to go!�
She tries to reason with him, �But what about YOU?!�
He snaps back, �I don't care! I have to go!�
She can only say one thing, �Then we'll take my car. Let's go!� The two jet out of the ballroom.
Traci and Eric are standing together by a display. Eric is looking around as people begin to panic. �What the hell is going on?� he remarks.
Traci shakes her head, �I have no idea. But, I'm going into the city.�
Eric looks at her, �What?�
�People may need help. I'm going.�
Eric hesitates, �Then...then�I'm going with you.� She looks at him, both confused and somehow touched by his courage. They both leave the ballroom.
Amongst all of the anxiety and trepidation, Nick can only think of one word: hero; the opportunity in front of him to do something�big. He walks out of the ballroom and heads for the student parking lot.
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Downtown, a duo of R-Fighters maneuvers over and around the skyscrapers, firing their blasters on buildings. Chris and Brittany arrive inside the city in Brittany's jeep as a crowd of people run in the opposite direction. The two jump out of the jeep and begin walking closer into the city. A police officer grabs their attention, �Where are you going?! Get back here!� But they run right past him.
Chris pulls out his cell phone and attempts to call his mother again, but there's no answer, �Come on��
As they rush through the city, Brittany spots Eric and Traci running, heading in their direction. Out of nowhere, an explosion sends the two flying in the opposite direction, landing hard on their backs. Chris and Brittany rush over to them, and help them up. �You guys okay?� Brittany asks. �We'll be fine.� Eric replies, obviously feeling stinging pain. Suddenly, the group looks up in horror as a D-Tank, a weapon of sheer intimidation, sits in front of them. As they back up slowly, they hear a rolling behind them. They each turn their heads and gaze in horror as another D-Tank inches closer towards them. They're cornered, and with nowhere to go�
TO BE CONTINUED