Emile Fourneaux's Story

Emile sat in the backseat of an open top Mercedes. Eyes flickering at the sight of thousands of people on the sidewalks and hundreds of automobiles moving through this pave way alone. Merging into a larger grid that was connected to this massive planetside metropolis he had found himself on. The small thin man wasn’t in uniform now, as to not draw to much attention to himself. Instead wearing a tan light-colored cream suit. Silk tie and pocket square in a rich royal purple.

The driver was sort of vacant now, leaving the Count to somewhat search through his own effects. Etchings, a few old bound books, a military side arm. Underneath it all was a small leather-bound notebook with appropriate greasy stick of charcoal. Emile had the appreciation for archaic things, so many things that were rich with history and tradition.

The inhabitants of this strange new place are sophisticated enough to construct large scale, late industrial urban centers…

He wrote down diligently.

The cities are much like our own in many aspects. Elements of social control and city planning. Yet when I look out to see the people. There is no greater structure. Their betters are obscured by the masses and must pretend to amongst them. They are a people who should be ruled, not ruling…

After finishing that thought, Emile sort of closed the journal for now looking outward.

Emile had been a relative newcomer to this planet and this place. What it had seemed to be was a resort like world with a mixture of being a wild life preserve something that the young aristocrat could better conceptualize. There had been places like this where he had came from. Like Earth, Like Yis, Like the many unspoiled Arcadias and Elysiums that were reserved only for the highest stratum of society and its many retainers and servants.

To actually see other... people here. It was jarring for a longer moment than he had liked to admit. The Young Count came up on a sand dune as the winds bellowed his open robe. The young man was under dressed, very short swim trunks and sandals and aforementioned opened robe that clung to a very thin, very pale torso. He wore sunglasses to complete the image of a rather aloof, bored rich kid now taking stock of the sunshine, fun and water down below.

Trailing behind him had been a subordinate. Nervous looking young man, much taller and also thin with an unfortunate overbite. He was also dressed in swimwear though the apparel looked much more awkward and ill fitting than the master now trailing in front of him, with a swim cap tied to his head and googles around his neck.

"Set up there Cedric." Emile instructed. The man lugging what seemed to be a rather large picnic basket of things as he was now setting a blanket and almost cliche oversize sun umbrella.

"Uh. Lieutenant. Sir? Sir..?" He came as he started to set things up. Underneath some food, and some wine and some literature had been military sidearm nuzzled in case the wild life had acted up.

"Yes Cedric?" Emile asked him as he was looking out to the crashing waves. Taking in the sea air as he began to casual slip off flip-flops and touch the sand with his bar toes.

"Could I... Uh... Sir... Set up the radio while I work??" Emile face jolted with disgust. Awful. How dare he. "...Fine." Was all he said eyes back to the water.

The Crewman smiled a little more. Taking out a small portable radio from the basket and CLICKING it on.

Rather mellow rock tunes began to play out from the small site. Providing the party with some dancing music if they wished.

Keith nexus lays down on sand

Keith nexus stands up and stretches

Aiyanna came back to the land of the conscious, sliding her eyes open and looking around. She frowned, noticing a newcomer setting up a picnic. Slowly, she moves to stand up, the malicious code purged, and the corrupted sectors of her mind rewritten.

Aiyanna would suddenly come face to face with a beach prowler, a giant turtles shell fused to its hide.

Aiyanna made a face as she looked to the creature in front of her. Her hand moved to the pistol holstered at her side.

Emile Fourneaux turned his body around. Sight to sight with Aiyanna who had been standing there gathering kelp for all he knew. The expression on her face stood out but he could not understand why. A strange turtle person blocking his view and when he tried to move around it he saw the strange again. Now going for her sidearm. "Put that away." He said with a strange air of confidence like he could just make commands.

Three strange star-fighters of a sleek, angular profile darted over the beach, and the water, they left on the western horizon nearly as quickly as they came, and in total silence.

Thirty seconds later, a deafening boom, and a shockwave followed by the deafening sounds of jet engines filled the surrounding area, that too quickly subsided.

*A seagull flies by*

The mosasaur leaped out of the water and snapped the seagull into its massive jaws

Aiyanna snapped to attention at the three craft in the sky, not even flinching at the deafening boom, she ignored the orders given from the strange man, and her expression darkened even more, as she took three steps back.

"They found me." Was all she said.

Emile Fourneaux subordinate fell to the ground. But the BOOM had left the Lieutenant on his feet. Very used to the sounds that aerial machines made. The feeling coursed through his own blood. "Who in the world are the ashten?" He asked. A complete newcomer to this place in more than one way.

Aiyanna looked to the sky. "Raptor Talon star-fighters, they only have two roles, interception, and reconnaissance. This is no coincidence."