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THE ANCIENTS

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The third planet in this system is inhabited with sentient life each from one of the various tribes that thrive here. The planets cycle is slow giving the day and night twenty four hours each. This makes a year into one hundred eighty two rotations. From the ground one can see the massive rings that encircles the planet. The planet also hosts two moons that can be seen during the day. Their names are Yue and Lin. The sisters of the sky mother. These moons create a massive flood season across the seven continents due to the very close proximity to the planet. These occur every five years. The floods can last up to year at a time. It is during these times most of the land creatures travel to one of the floating hubs left by the ancients.

This hub is the last of the ancient cities that still drifts silently across the skyline. From this point the monolithic structure draws all walks of sentient life to gather to the technological wonder that still stands. Munch of the knowledge to operate the technology was lost. So It is now just a meeting point for others as they search the planet for artifacts and lost knowledge. Trying to make a profit from a lost piece of tech they don't need for a piece of tech they do need. In order to complete one of the many thousand year old puzzles still scattered across the globe. To embark on these explorations the captains of ships able to traverse great distances quickly require a crew.

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Jacob Xian AGE4

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Jacob awoke in his home high in the canopy of a kinona tree. The large green leaves shading him from the morning sun. Jacob stretched out and looked down to see the base was now safe and his pursuers were gone. That was the last time he would do a job for the sanctum. Sitting up on the four foot wide branch Jacob could see for miles. His body needed more heat, compelling him to walk out to the end of the branch exposing himself to the full sun.

There he stood feeling the warmth fuel his body his tail swayed softly in the breeze. His scales turning to match the the green leaves around him from the brown they once were. He could see the city of Capeia. It stood out form the prairie landscape and farm fields to the east. One of the few stone and steel structures left standing from the day of the past. When the ancients worked their techno powers on the world.

After a second to scent the air he climbed the 60 feet down to the forests floor. The eyes of his ancestors expanded as his tongue darted through the air for danger. The scales became a darker green to match the forests floor. He unburried his backpack and headed to the city. their had to be work for a person of his unique talents.

The sun was warm and helps his muscles become more fluid in their motions. Staying away from the main roads meant safety for a single traveler. The high grass was also an aide to Jacobs people. To them it just felt more natural. Even at his distance to the city his tongue darted out more and more. Feeding him images of food and the different types of people he would meet inside the cities walls. His legs unconsciously move a little quicker.

Now closer Jacob could see the crowd gathered at the cities entrance. Merchants mostly with carts and wagons selling their wares outside the cities walls, and away from the tax. What the merchants loose in price they almost make up for in being spared the tax. Walking past the carts and the crowd Jacob walked up to the guards. He reached to his side pouch and watched the guards grip their weapons a little tighter. Pulling out a few gold slips he handed them to the guards and they let him enter.

Jacob began to feel cold. The hallway was barely lit and was descending into the ground. There were a few addition guards standing in the shadows whispering to each other. The hallway led to the center chamber where more guards wearing armor protected the center machine. at the controls stood an ancient. At least parts of one.

The ancient are machines with A.I. that use to control a vast network of cities and portals to other worlds. now after the thousand year war they are found and integrated into small subsystems essential for travel or security. This one was only a head on a third of a torso. And even at this state of damage It was still a force to be respected. The wires connected the system to the head and most of the torso to the portal generator system. The head alone was larger then Jacobs whole body. The one blue optic looked down at him. In a robot voice "Destination confirmed. Power o-optimal. Ready for t-t-transport. Initializing sequence, engage." The center generated a blue beam and widened into a oval. Jacob hated this. Every drop of his blood screamed for him to run. He took a breath and jumped into the portal.

The fall was what made him sick. Not the swirling vortex of energy around him or the loss of gravity. He dry heaved as he landed on all fours. As the area around him stopped spinning he sat on his legs and waited for his stomach to give the OK to stand. Getting to his feet, he looked around the place it was just as he remembered it. Floating among the clouds the steel floor and the steel walls made the place feel like a cage to Jacob. Still it was the best place to get hired on to a crew.

The End.

Mitsiko Maeda AGE17

R.I.P.

The End.

Asano awoke to the sounds of screams from the neighbors house. His wind up clock read 1;13am. Looking out the window he saw only the darkness. It was the last week of summer, a plane flew overhead followed by the whistle of something they dropped. The sky tuned red. Fire blazed from the center of town but the light was bright enough to send shadows into his home.

Asano threw on his clothes and ran down stairs to catch the front door being smashed in. A person stood in front of him shadowed by the light outside and more screams. "Are you hurt? Are you alone?" It was a girls voice.

"Hello?" she was a girl he recognized from school. She was covered in blood and holding a shovel also covered in blood. Her name was Mitsiko Ashihara.

"No. Whats happened?"

She stepped closer and he could see she was in her pajamas. "No time for questions." She went upstairs and opened his closet. She tossed Asano the shovel. The blood was sticky in his hands. "Get out!"

With out really thinking about it he left the room and shut the door. Mitsiko started to talk to him threw the door but Asanos focus was the growling thing at the bottom of the stairs. It was the neighbor from next house over. He had a knife in its chest and covered in blood. his eyes had a white sheen and his neck had a few deep cuts. "Stay back!" Asano held the shovel in a spear like grip and made a few menacing jabs at the neighbors face. The neighbor lunged forward and caught the tip of the shovel in his mouth to leave his jaw in a downward position adding to Asano's belief the man was dead.

To focused on his neighbor Asano didn't realize Mitsiko was standing next to him shouting. She grabbed the shovel pushing him down. From the floor he watched her give a hard forward thrust shoving the tip deep where the eyes were. She took more steps to drive it deeper and watched it fall down the stairs.

She turned to Asano with a stern look "Idiot! What were you doing? You wanna die?!" she was breathing heavy.

"You're In my school uniform.." The shirt was a little tight and his pants were a little long. She used the tie for her hair to make a pony tail.

"Idiot.. we're fighting for our lives and that's your thought? Don't you see whats happening around us. We need to get out of here hand head for the city! Do you have anything for a weapon?"

Asano got to his feet and thought. "I have some garden tools out back."

"No good. You don't want them to get within arms reach. Come on we're getting outta here. Maybe together we can get to the warehouse at the edge of town." Mitsiko was looking for movement from the corpse at the bottom of the stairs.

"I.. I have a bike around back." Asano tried to focus on everything that happened and calculate a strategy. Asano felt his arm being gripped.

"Idiot, lets go already.." She lead him down the stairs and waited for Asano to get his shoes on. Then they got the bike. "You drive, I'll hold the shovel." Steadying the bike he felt her hand on his shoulder as she climbed on the back of his bicycle. "Lets go."

The End.

Japan, home to 127 million people all trying to find a niche on this island. Living, thriving, working, loving, together while striving to find a balance.

Then the shit hit the fan... In Okinawa within the confines of the U.S. military base something went horribly wrong. Something happened and it spread fast, and out of control. Now is the story of two brave souls. With the only thing that that have in common. Staying alive...

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