Section 1
Prologue
Countless millennia ago, when the distant galaxy, Malis, was young, but not innocent, evil thrived in the darkness of it's cosmos. It rode atop the blistering celestial winds and skulked within the shadowy nebulae, waiting for the last instant to strike.
During the galaxy's childhood, the races of Malis were at peace with one another, fortified by the solitude of friendship. Crime and inhospitality were practically non-existent. The galaxy emitted a peaceful hum of balance to all who listened. This undisturbed equilibrium lay active for centuries.
Until it reared it's dark heart.
From the collosal, gaping maw of the central wormhole that overlooked the galaxy emerged an entity, a being of heartlessness and cruelty. It's shadowy aura dominated the fresh and new galaxy with it's demonic embrace, spreading hatred and unrest. The dark being ruled the galaxy through unquestioned force. It's very presence brought agony and fear to those who would look upon it. Those who would defy the entity perished in an Armageddon of dark fire. It's might was unmatched, undefeated. However, time told the departure of one malicious foe in exchange for another.
The origins of evil that Malis now embraces once originated from the very clutches of the shadowy deity itself. Haarth was the first planet to feel the true might of the being's presence. The omnipotent dusk transformed the ill-fated planet into a world of disease and anguish. Never did the planet see the caring hands of life again. Harrth became barren and scarred; a wasteland of ash and dust. The echoes of life that once roamed throughout the planet were now silenced. However, all of this destruction was not all for naught. From the depths of Harrth's rotting skin emerged colonies of bewitched and tortured creatures, composed entirely of flesh and machine. Their hearts beat with the very shadows of the entity that created their foul presence. They were cold, unfeeling...and hungered for destruction. The Necrid had been born. The demonic deity proceeded to spread it's vile creations throughout Malis, through every solar system, through every planet and nebulae, through every gas giant, in order to consume all sentient life into it's kin.
Many millennia passed. The Necrid war machine continued with their loathsome conduct. Their numbers grew a thousandfold each sunrise as they persisted to infect the once peaceful species of Malis. Their grotesque empire was undefeated and unconquered. Their fleets of hybrid vessels corrupted and even destroyed entire planets, all at the will of the perverse god. Hundreds upon hundreds of space-faring civilizations challenged the might and power of the Necrid, only to perish and be consumed in a dark hell-fire.
The cold phantom that once breathed life into the Necrid empire was slowly dying, petrifying with three thousand years of age. It's task had been fulfilled. Choosing one Necrid above all others, Sartan, the entity gave the Necrid the attributes of the phantom; to control the Necrid as a hive-minded colony, bonded by one single thought. With the new power at Sartan's claws, the Necrid grew corrupt just like it's predecessor. It was mutated into an embodiment of Necrid and darkness. Sartan's reign of dread and terror stuck fear and dismay into the hearts of all who spoke it's name.
Untold centuries passed when an ancient organization was given the gift of rebirth: The Omnipotent Council, a composition of majesty and order. The Garth War, The Rebellion of the Xeractile and The Desist of the Chittin Genocide; all events prevented by the Omnipotent Council. Their valiant efforts were renowned throughout the galaxy. Alas, they had not restored problems such as this before, not as grand of a scale. Crippled by the consistent Necrid assaults, the council assembled the hierarchs from the acclaimed species of the galaxy to settle an agreement: to arbitrate and centralize on the Necrid that now threatened all sentient life in the galaxy. AEGIS was formed.
The council hierarchs chose one being to lead this allegiance. Cirrus, a xerian, became the first Council Vanguard in known history. He fought bravely against the vile Necrid threat, commanding his fleet with honour and distinction. His will and determination brought the Necrid to the edge of their demise as he sliced his way though the infected Necrid planets and towards the galaxy's core, towards the Necrid's planetoid home world: The Hive. Unbeknownst to the valiant Vanguard, the notorious Sartan was laying in wait, anxious to strike at the xerian fleet when it's guard was at it's lowest. Cirrus' heroic deeds were short lived.
Corrupted with vengeance and spite, Sartan pushed his way through what was left of the Necrid empire towards the xeria's home world. The dark Necrid's fleet blotted out the two suns that once gave the planet life and bounty. The spiteful being burned the entire planet, leaving nothing but glass, ash and echoes of a once majestic civilization. The galaxy fell into an eerie silence. No news of the Necrid empire had been heeded for hundreds of years.
Much time has passed.
Evil has returned.
All of this rich history had been forgotten for centuries. The abominable Necrid had vanished into story and folklore among the beings of the galaxy, unheard of for as long as time would tell. The stories of their cruelty were used as tall tales to frighten the offspring of many species.
Among the thousands of races that now inhabited the galaxy, the nocturnal beings of the darkened planet, Lutetia, were among those who reputed that the Necrid never existed in history. Their culture believed in the Necrid as much as they did in the paranormal; nothing but stories, just echoes and hearsay. The 'Nocturni', as their species were named, thrived in perpetual darkness, their home world was forever shaded in the blanket of night. They had grown up in the comfort of the celestial starlight; evolved in a planet without sunrise or sunset. The stars above that covered the sky were their only natural source of light.
The evening was warm and humid, thick with the dust of the barren deserts that surrounded a towering city that reached up into the sky. It's metal and concrete arms could almost touch the darkened clouds and brilliant stars that dominated the heavens. The streets were brimming with Nocturni commuters, their ability for work had never been much higher. They swarmed around the foot of an extravagant building. Tallest of all, the other structures that encircled it were diminished by it's grand spire that stretched up through the clouds. The many transport and trade routes used this gargantuan piece of architecture as a focal point of their departure and arrival. High atop the massive spire lay a single, bulbous chamber. Atmospheric gravity lifts swiftly interchanged between the main body of the building to this section as clouds surrounded it. This was the central heart of the vast city.
A figure stared out of the glass window of the chamber, over the clouds and up to the winking stars of the twilight sky. He was elaborately dressed, his formal suit glimmered with adornments to show his status. Blinking electronics surrounded the ceilings and reflected off his jewellery. He wore a long emerald cloak over his right shoulder that brushed the tiled floor of the room.
The mechanical door towards the middle of the circular deck blinked with a faint yellow light. It made a soft groan and split apart to reveal a second Nocturni figure. The being's form was slightly more elegant than that of the first, it was dressed in a white formal suit and a long dress sprawled from it's hips, covering it's two, double-jointed, chitinous legs. It spoke to the figure that stared out of the view port.
'Here are the forms you needed, Sir.' It said, it's voice at a soft, feminine tone.
'Very good, Sandra.' said the more masculine figure in a gruff fashion.
He took a small device from her two-fingered hands into his. He pressed a small, single red button located around the side and held it up with his arm outstretched. The device floated free of his palm, hovered for three seconds and winked a soft blue. It expanded into a glowing holographic screen. Data flowed into view, much of the data on the city's status- economic regularity, weather patterns and classified military documents. He viewed it closely; everything seemed to be in order. He pressed the small button once more and it shrank back into it's small form. It dropped back into his hand, then he stuffed it into his pocket for later examination.
'Thank you, Sandra,' he said to her. 'carry on.'
'Yes, Artemis.' Sandra bowed her head and exited the room through the elevator door.
Once Sandra had gone, Artemis picked the device out from his pocket again and rolled it around in his fingers, glancing, for a moment, at it's mechanics.
'We've come a long way.' he thought to himself as his bulbous, dark eyes drew towards the stars above the city.
They glimmered and blinked as if the night were an elaborate dance. Calm white light filled the observation deck as the two moons of Lutetia came into view from behind a shifting cloud. Artemis was filled with a soft serenity at the view and slumped down into his large leather-like chair. He sighed. A blink of light flickered in the distant atmosphere and faded into the darkness of the sky. Artemis thought nothing of it. He leaned back into his chair and examined the device Alesia had given him. It was a tiny, pocket-sized contraption, capable of displaying vast amounts of information. It brimmed with small electronics and wires that covered the inside microchips that powered it.
The speaker situated on top of his desk suddenly erupted violently and the dins of voices of his own panicked species echoed around the room.
'Sir! We've picked up some unusual atmospheric disturbance near your location. You may want to take a look at it.' the being on the other end of the speaker said with the essence of authority thick in his voice.
Artemis lurched up from his seat and responded to the call almost immediately. He pressed his claw down onto the button in front of the speaker to open up the COM channel. What was the commander on the other end talking about? Normally the sky of Lutetia was filled with an eerie calm; nothing to be anxious about. Artemis responded, despite his irritated thoughts.
'What are you talking about, commander? 'Atmospheric Disturbance'?'
He eagerly awaited the reply, leaning over the desk, claw still making contact with the switch. He hoped for an immediate response, but instead, he received an uneasy five second silence before the speaker sounded once again.
'Sir, look out of your window.' came the response.
Artemis rushed over the view port as fast as his digitigrade legs could carry him, expecting to see devastation, the sky ripping apart at the seams and a burning fire of Armageddon engulf the night.
He saw nothing but the pair of brilliant moons and the blinking blanket of stars; stars which shone brightly like the sunlight. Another wink of light appeared in the sky. Artemis looked up towards the space between the moons where he had saw the glimmer. Nothing.
A sudden strange rippling of sky formed from where the shimmering star had once been. The weather upon Lutetia was regularly humid; stars were a commonplace to see in the sky and never before had he, or any inhabitant on the planet seen such an anomaly like this. He peered at it closely through the window. How was this possible? Was this some kind of a gravitational exception? 'It couldn't be.' he mumbled to himself.
The rippling aberration grew larger. The ripples became much more vigorous. Artemis scampered back to the speaker and pressed the COM button once again. Anxiousness grew thick in his voice.
'Status!' he barked through to the other side.
The reply of the commander came, along with many other members of his platoon chattering in the background. The uproar almost drowned out Artemis' trail of thought.
'We can't detect any life signs, Sir. Nor can we find any electrical patterns.' he paused before finally speaking again. 'This anomaly is completely unknown to us.'
Artemis thumped his fist down in anger onto the hard wooden desk sprawled out in front of him and dominating the entire chamber.
A low rumble shook the room. The very tiles lining the floor vibrated with the disturbance. The lights flickered slightly as sparks jumped from them.
Aberration opened. The billowing space grew into a gaping maw. Blue-white energy filled the open wound, shining through into Lutetia's dim atmosphere.
The observation deck windows gave way and shattered, raining broken glass shards around the room. The winds of Lutetia rushed in, roaring past Artemis' head fiercely.
A blinding white light filled the deck very briefly. Artemis shielded his eyes from the rays, his vision obscured by the, now ablaze, hole in space-time. The flash ceased. The whole room was now completely dark, illuminated only by the aberration and the stars. Artemis cautiously made his way back to his feet and took his palms from his face.Â
An ominous object burst through the gaping hole, plummeting towards Lutetia like a meteorite. It was alight with mysterious, burning white fire that originated from the atmospheric rupture. It accelerated towards the ground rapidly slicing it's way through vicious winds and whispers of clouds.Â
Something was unusual about this unidentified mass; it was changing it's course of free-fall. It directed itself towards the emptiness of the humid, barren desert surrounding the city and impacted the dust-ridden ground in the distance, sending a sheet of dust high into the air and sending out a roaring shock wave that tore through the desert...then the city. Glass shattered from the many mirrored windows of titanic structures from within the civilization boundaries and showered the busy streets below.
The wave hit Artemis' location, causing the pinnacle of his large tower to shimmy, knocking him off of his feet.
It was unclear from the towers' location, but it came to a stop, leaving a glowing trail of burning sand behind it.
Everything fell into silence. All that could be heard were alarms screaming throughout the city, civilians panicking and uproars through the COM channel debating what the object that plummeted from the heavens was.
Artemis lay on the tiled floor amidst the varied debris from the ceiling of his observatory deck. Sparks emitted from fibre-optic wires that once lined the walls and the elaborate tiles were upturned and out of place.
Artemis lay still on his side for a few minutes before finally coming to. He coughed and sputtered from the now dusty atmosphere in the room. He clambered to his feet and steadily made his way over to the COM radio. It had been alive with static-induced voices for a while now. He couldn't quite make out what it was saying, but it was enough.
'Sir! Are y~~ ~~~~~. Are you sti~~ a~~ve?!'
He leaned over on his desk, his lungs still full with debris and pressed the COM pad with a shaking finger.
'I'm still here,' he sputtered 'What's our status?'
The static cleared. 'The object passed right over the boundaries, Sir. It hit the surface two miles ahead of us.'
'Any casualties?'
'Three, Sir. Two injured from the shock wave.'
It could have been much worse- but three dead was bad enough.
'Send in a squad,' he barked over the channel 'I want you to investigate that object; see what it is, where it came from.'
'Aye, Sir.' crackled the response.
The channel closed."