[Galaxy- ZZB 12L (PROXIMA ASTERIA)]
[Planet- Sluna]
[Location- BASE ZERO]
[HQ- Special Operations of Kaanvale United Alliance System (S.O.K.U.A.S)]
[Dining Facility]
Zoran: “Heard you got a measly Tier-3 last time.”
Shord: “Oh yeah!! It was such a pain in the ass. Right Storm?”
Me: “The mission was okay, but if something that was a pain in my ass was you.”
Vesna: “I bet he chewed your ear off.”
Shord: “I did no such thing... Storm is a fucking liar.”
Me: “Really!!! Who was the one that talked consistently about banging his wife in the middle of a mission or started freaking out upon locating some rat shit?”
Zoran: “Rat shit? You are a trained personnel and you got freaked out by that?”
Shord: “Hey!!! Those rats were huge and their shits were even bigger one. My suit would have stinked if it had come in contact with it.”
Vesna: “You don’t need rat shit to make you stink Shord.”
Shord: “What did you say woman? I clearly remember someone squeaking while stepping on dog shit... in the middle of a deep covert op.”
Vesna: “I... did no such thing.”
Me: “Yep you did. Actually, I was just right behind you when that happened. You practically jumped.”
Vesna: “Y-you are wrong... I did not jump.”
Zoran: “Yeah... I remember now... it was Shord who purposefully made you walk that lane.”
Shord: “Wh-what... I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Vesna: “What??? You son of a bitch!!”
Me: “Remember, you might get him a hard on... he likes to be abused.”
Shord: “Oh... speaking of abusing... how many times did you abused your meat after coming back, thinking about your precious Goddess.”
Me: “Shut the fuck up Shord. I don’t abuse anything and I fucking to do not fantasize about Goddess Irah.”
Zoran: “Yep... you do.”
Shord: “Right??”
Zoran: “I mean... who in their fucking mind would reject a Chancellor’s daughter’s proposal of marriage? Heck... Most of the guys would have killed far more for that opportunity.”
Me: “I will give you the answer that I gave her. I am a servant of Irah and have pledged myself in service of her.”
Vesna: “And in the process got in a bureaucratic dog fight which ultimately made you lose your Status as Tier-1 Operative and got knocked down to Shord’s level.”
Zoran: “And no one wants to be at his level. Tha-that means the Operative is just full of shit.”
Shord: “You bastard!!”
“Stormspike report to deck immediately.”
Me: “Alright guys... I have to go.”
Vesna: “Mission?”
Me: “Looks like it...”
Shord: “I hope it’s a shitty one.”
Zoran: “Just like you.”
Shord: “Fuck you Zoran.”
I left the Dining Hall and made my way up to the Mission Deck. It was a short distance from the Hall to the Deck so it took just 5 minutes to reach the door of the Deck. The door opened and I stepped inside. I saw Commander Zivko sitting on his chair overlooking his desk.His desk was full of reports and what not. He was currently reading something.
Me: “Stormspike Reporting Sir!”
He looked up from his reading material and saw me then again looked down. He signaled his right hand towards a chair in front of his desk.
Commander Zivko: “Take a seat Stormspike.”
I sat in the chair and waited for his Orders.
Commander Zivko: “I have an Op for you. It is just a one man job. Tier-3.” He spoke while looking down and reading something. He continued on.
Commander Zivko: “It is just a Information Gathering Op. So the Threat Parameter is not that high. Before I inform you about the details of the Op, do you have any problem?”
Me: “No Sir.”
He looked up towards me and a gave nod in acceptance.
Commander Zivko: “Good... Then I will transfer the Op specifics into your Index. You are to leave immediately.”
Me: “Yes Sir!”
I stood up and exited the room. I started walking towards my room. All the rooms are located in the Barracks just 10 minutes walking distance from the Deck.
I checked my Index to look over the details of the Op.
Well... that’s plain. It’s been years since I have had a Information Gathering Op and why is this guy under a Recon investigation anyways... Well, I’ll learn it when I am on sight.
I pack necessary items and head out for the Hanger. Once there, I was scheduled to board Type 2 Transport Class Aircraft which will take me directly to my sight. Once I went and sat on my seat, I was approached by a young Kaanvale soldier.
Soldier: “I am here to inform you that we will reach your destination within 2 hours. You are our only passenger so please take rest and have a good flight.”
He saluted and left while I adjusted my seat and closed my eyes. Whenever I am traveling, I try to get some sleep... because these inter- dimensional jumps gets me all queasy.I felt the aircraft moving indicating we were taking off and with it I went into deep slumber.
*ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT*
I suddenly woke up to loud noise. I saw the Red Alert sign flashing all over the flight deck. The aircraft was jerking violently, if I hadn’t fastened the seat belt... I would have been thrown around like a rag doll.
*ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT*
*HIGH GRAVITATIONAL PULL DETECTED*
*ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT* *ALERT*
*STRUCTURAL DAMAGE -90%*
*CLASH IMMINENT*
I just held on tight while I saw piece by piece the hull of the aircraft was being ripped away. Sensing the oxygen level depleting, the Emergency Protocol Activated. My Index sent the signal and my High Spec Suit activated ad covered me while emergency mask also enclosed my head. The oxygen level inside the suit stabilized and finally with all the jerking, I could see the space outside.
Most of the hull of the aircraft was ripped away and I saw a giant Black Hole sucking the aircraft into it. It had a bluish hue surrounding the border of the hole.
How did a Black Hole get here? I have traveled many times within our constellations and there were no Black holes. The nearest charted Black hole was light years away. How could this have happened?
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Suddenly, the whole aircraft burst open and with a sudden jerk, I was pulled into a dark abyss and I lost my consciousness.
“I need you... I need your help.
Will you help me?”
A feminine voice called out to me. I could feel an immense pressure all around me, but all I saw was dark and nothing else.
Me: “Who is it? What happened? Why can’t I see anything?”
“I will answer what only needs to be answered only if you agree to answer my call.
Will you help me?”
The feminine voice answered.
Me: “Okay...”
“I am the one who you worship.
I am in need of your help.”
Me: “I worship... Go-Goddess Irah!”
“Yes mortal. Irah... That is my name.”
Me: “H-how c-can I-I help you, My Goddess?” I stuttered as it was a dream for every worshiper of hers to meet her... to see her.
“I need you to be my weapon.”
Me(confused): “Weapon! For what? And why me?”
“Yes... weapon. I have searched within all of my worshipers and have selected you.
I have selected you because you posses something... a particular set of skills.”
Me: “Skills?? What do I have to do, My Goddess?”
“All of your questions will be answered when you open your eyes.
But for now, I am bestowing upon you my Mark of Selection.
There are certain rules. You will not have any memory of your life excluding the conversation we are having now and the set of skills for which you have been chosen.
I will communicate with you whenever I need, but you cannot.
Mortal... if you succeed in the task which I am about to send you in to do... I will bestow upon you blessings which you never even dreamed of.
Now go mortal... The Realm awaits you...”
Silence and fell and soon I felt my body burning up. I could not move nor could I see anything. All I felt was excruciating pain all over my body as if every fiber of my being was getting separated from each other. The most painful area was my chest. Panic gripped me, but I was swept away in the waves of pain that followed, each stronger the other. Very soon, I lost my consciousness again.
“Stranger... wake up!
Wake Up!!
Wake Up Stranger!!!”
When I opened my eyes I found everything to be foggy. But I felt loud noises all round me. If felt someone was trying to talk to me. The pain had stopped. What was that?
“Stranger... are you okay?”
There was it again, someone was trying to talk to me. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and slowly my vision got cleared. The first thing I saw was a grey ceiling.
“Elder, is he really the Marked One?”
“It seems like it.”
“Then why isn’t he responding?”
“Give him some time will you...
All of you get back!”
“But elder...”
“I said get back!”
“Y-yes... elder.”
I could hear this vague conversation happening all round me. I decided to get up. I slowly got my upper body up.
“He-he is awake!!”
“I told you, he is alright... right Elder?”
The sounds were now clearly reaching me. I turned my head towards my left and found many people standing beside me with different array of emotions... joy, fear, surprise, anger and so on. They were all looking towards me. I decided to stand up... it seems I was lying on something solid. I was successful in standing up. But something was different.
I-I felt... more relieved... more free as if a burden has been lifted over my body.
“Stranger... how are you feeling?”
An elderly woman asked me. She was quite tall, almost reaching my shoulder. Her round face showed signs of aging while her Blue hair had streaks of white on them. She was wearing a grey coloured plain dress which reached up to her knees. The cloth covered most of her body except her arms. Everyone else was wearing the same type of clothes. They all had a black collar on their neck along with a sign.
She asked again.
“Can you understand me, Stranger?”
I replied her.
Me: “Yes...”
She breathed a sign of relief. She spoke again.
“Thank the Goddess... Stranger do you have a name?”
I replied while looking at me... inspecting myself.
Me: “Name... yes, I do have one.”
Elderly lady: “Then what is it? We certainly can’t call you Stranger throughout the time you are here.”
Me: “Stormspike... call me Stormspike.” I didn’t have to even think about it. It came to me naturally.
While inspecting myself, I noticed many things.
One, the sign that everyone has on their collar, I have the same sign on my chest. Mine was quite bigger than the others.
Secondly...”
Elderly lady: “Stormspike...”
I turned my attention towards her. With a small smile she said.
Elderly lady: “My name is Viva... I am the caretaker of the Goddess’s Marked One.”
Me: “Marked One?”
Viva: “Yes, you... Stormspike... you are the Marked One of our Goddess Irah.”
Me: “Where am I?”
Viva: “I welcome you to The Universal God Wars.”
Me: “Tell me one thing before you start explaining everything.”
Viva: “What is it, Stormspike?”
Me: “Why am I naked?”
