She didn't know what she was. . .
Mars, An Underground laboratory, 1959(in Earth years). The beginning of the end of a Civil War.
His bright blue eyes beheld his
creation, fresh from the grave. What he had done was against the law,
but he had done this as a way to ensure the survival of his blood and
kingdom. His blood ran through her veins and as he carefully put her
into the flight capsule he soothed her light red hair, smiled at the
gaze of her ice blue eyes, the effect of such a blue wouldn't last
for long, a side affect of the life serum.
He dialed the controls, setting her
landing coordinates for a place on Earth. The Spiders, the law
holding house of the planet, in their endless desire for more more
more, were again attacking him and his kingdom. Only this time, they
had unlocked a dark Martian magic that allowed them to resurrect the
dead for their armies.
He had broken the law, which his own
Law Holders would surely imprison him for, despite the fact that they
themselves had also broken the law by their undead army. His lab,
castle and kingdom were failing the siege they had held for so long.
Civil war was here and in the face of it he had hoped to create the
future. The Spiders were here, they had come for him, and her. This
king, with his one dark blue eye and his one light blue eye, wouldn't
let them have Her.
He heard the doors and glass shatter as
they stormed his laboratory. He set the landing mode to earth and
looked through the icy glass coffin of his creation. She was the
future, she was hope for his planet. Maybe someday she would
understand her purpose and come back to him. But for now, he pushed
the red button and the launch commenced, it was for their future. He
watched the capsule blast into space as the Spiders broke down the
lab door and pointed their spears and swords at him. He fell to his
knees as he was incarcerated.
“Where is it going?!” The Lead
Spider shouted at him. A man named Baron Wylde. “Where are you
sending it?!” He looked up at the capsule at it flew away from
them, beyond their reach into space, his glossy red eyes glaring up
at the fading abomination.
The man smiled, he didn't care what
sort of punishment they held over him. “It does not matter. You
have failed. SHE, is far out of your reach.”
Baron snapped his fingers. “Kilmister!
Front and center!”
A man came out of the crowd as ice
particles rained down from the departing capsule. Kilmister was a
pale man with large facial moles, black coarse hair and silver eyes.
He wore all black, unlike the red of the Martian soldiers. He was a
bounty hunter and was his most famous attribute was the cigarette
always on his lips.
“This man is the greatest hunter in
all of Mars.” Baron leaned in close as the former King looked up
at him. “No matter where you send her, no matter who protects her,
no matter where She runs,” he used heavy sarcasm on the words she.
“My Kilmister will find her and he will kill her.” He stood up
and turned to the hunter. “Go now, while the trail is still hot.
Resurrect the drone planes and track her across the galaxy if you
have to.”
Kilmister was staring at the King the
whole time Baron was speaking. Silver eyes met blue eyes and the blue
one were begging him to spare her. Kilmister nodded and left.
“Sir, those ships are hundreds of
years old. Will they even work?” the second in command asked.
“Kilmister can fix anything. He can
go anywhere, fix anything and if he can't, no one can. I have faith
in him.” Baron over saw the arrest of the former Martian King. His
spy would effectively follow and end the abomination the king had
created.
Another Spider stepped forward, dressed
in Spider red but he was more of an official than a warrior. Tall and
lean with slicked red gold hair and dark wine red eyes. “Place him
under house arrest until we find and return the creation. No other
sentence shall be carried out until then.”
Baron became livid. “He has broken
the law and lost the war! He is no longer king!”
“He is still the king!” Rickshaw
was a prominent leader who held more power over the people than
Baron Wylde. “He will remain under house arrest until the creature
is returned and in the meanwhile, a Spider shall be named King
Regent.” He leaned in close to the Baron, grabbing his arm,
unafraid. “Need I remind you of the laws you broke to get here.”
No longer in favor of the king due to
the occupation of Spiders, he wasn't in favor of the Baron either. He
let go and walked after the King. He oversaw that the Law was
followed and obeyed above all else and above all selfish endeavors,
this was the king the people knew and if he was executed, there would
be chaos. He had no power to stop the Baron, but he had the power to
prevent him from killing the last Star King. Without any more
argument, they left the laboratory and set it on fire along with the
manor it was attached to.
The King looked towards the night sky,
hope in his blue eyes.
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She opened her eyes and stared into the
black abyss above her. It was speckled with white, she drifted
through the stars peacefully. She had no idea how to explain the
sensation she felt while drifting. Her eyes opened and closed
carefully. She reached up and was surprised when her hand was stopped
by the see through wall above her. She looked at her hand and the
fine hairs on her knuckles jumped out at her in detailed relief, so
did the stars beyond the window. She watched the red planet disappear
behind her, at her feet. When her head tilted back and up to see
where she was going, she saw another orb approaching
A Blue planet, that appeared green the
closer it got. She faced back to the black abyss and floated on.
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Earth, the deserts outside of Holy
Wood. 1959 CR (Cult Rule)
In the desert, far outside the cities,
in unclaimed territory, He watched. He was wandering the desert as he
often did. Singing and drinking, hoping to tame the restless spirits
in his soul. He swigged on his whiskey and snarled at the burn in his
ears. He stumbled and sang and looked up to the sky. When his whiskey
was gone he threw the bottle and it landed with a smash, he had more.
He was a handsome man, a Shaman.
He was a Roman-esque king. His profile
boasted planes of honest expressions, the Roman nose, the sculpted
lips, the deep set eyes blue as ice that stared deep into you. His
brown hair was wavy and brushed his shoulders. He wore his filthy,
smelly leather pants and held a denim jacket over one shoulder, his
black shirt tucked in a back pocket.
He was a king, but an absent king.
Right now his religious advisers-the BOC, Blue Order Cult- were
holding down what he had inherited, what he had never wanted but had
to take care of. To escape the pressure he wandered the desert alone,
often. Tonight would be the night to change his world though, to
relieve the pressure he felt. Something broke the sky and he had to
look up. For the first time in five hundred years, an object on fire
fell from the heavens. He watched.
***^^^***
The capsule plummeted to earth and
landed in a mighty, thundering, crash! A ball of fire hurtling to the
ground as seen from afar. Earth and dirt flew for miles in any
direction, the crater came to be forty feet deep. Fire littered the
ground around the crash sight where broken parts of ship were laying.
Nothing appeared to have lived, until a hand reached out from the
smoke. A figure crawled out of the raging fire, nude and alone.
Covered in soot and dirt they clawed out of the depths of hell and
gasped for breath on this strange new terrain.
It was a woman by the breasts she
sported and clump of hair between her legs, shielding her from
indecency. But she didn't know what decency even was. She walked away
from the crash sight, not knowing where she was, who or what she was,
and walked further into the desert. It was night when she came and it
was night still when she fell to the ground, exhausted, dying of
thirst. She lay on the ground until a shadow passed over her and
placed his coat over her shoulders. She woke up and looked into the
face of a blue eyed man, the first earth man she ever met.
He helped her up, gave her whiskey, and
led her to the horizon where distant lights shone. Very distant. HE
took her by the hand, and made her walk for days and nights beside
him, which she did without word and without question. Living on a
strict diet of whiskey did her little good until they came to the
edges of his kingdom, tumbling out of dry brush, she found a stream
and they followed it, drinking from it, naked as children. He led her
to the beaches not far beyond, and then vanished from her side. She
woke up in the morning alone on the sand, a pair of denim pants and
his denim jacket on the sand beside her.
As she had seen him do, she put them on
herself and looked to the west, though she didn't know it was West.
She went and followed the lights until she climbed a hill to the very
top. When she crested and looked over the valley below, she saw
lights, a narrow road winding through the bustling village was
bursting with lights. Blaring horns and the clacking of hooves. She
shied away from the bustle and hustle and crept along the darker
edges of town.
She eventually came upon a darkened
house in the middle of a big lush field during the night, following a
dirt road to it. Tired and full of the apples that grew along the
road, she lay on the porch under the ripe moon and closed her eyes.
The people of the house were well
surprised, as you can imagine, to find her on their porch that next
morning. A dirty heathen with gold hair and glowing honey maroon
eyes, dressed in denim and barefoot, she didn't even know a word. A
family of intense high nobility lived there and they took it upon
themselves to harbor and raise her. Lord and Lady Blackmoore had no
living children, all had died before adulthood, and this poor child
of fifteen or sixteen had no family or even a name. The Blackmoores
were a dark haired, raven eyed and pale skinned peoples, their blood
was bluer than even the lords and ladies of the castle, they called
themselves blackbloods. The two took her in and made her their child. By 1960, a year later, they had named her Star. Star Dust Blackmoore the first, Heir of
Blackmoore Manor.
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Earth, local Holy Wood Jailhouse and
Courtroom, 2020 AC/DC 61 years later.....
Star Dust and a girl who was taller
than her left the jailhouse. Star Dust was older, tall, lean, sharp
cheeks and glowing honey eyes, in her thirties. The other girl was
younger, in her mid twenties, and bore a slight resemblance to Star
in the face, but she also bore a roman-esque profile. Her nose, it
was that of her father, with a feminine touch. But the girl was a
warrior, a fighter, dressed for battle with her black clothes and
boots on, she was a lady but no feminine. Her long brown hair tied in
a braid down her back, her eyes a darkened blue.
“Mother, did you Have to fuck that
girl last night? The BOC is really on your fucking dumb ass for the
lab cluster fuck. You shouldn't be fucking teenagers.” She was irritated.
Star grinned. “She told me she was
eighteen, how could I know she was really sixteen?”
“Mum that's not the point. I don't
care who or what you take to bed. Even if they are the same age as
your grandchild!”
“Oh I see," The older woman said, grinning, reading between the line. "You're upset about my
little boy.”
“Well no fucking shit I fucking am!”
They got into a black limo, horses and other small vehicles passed
outside their windows. The other woman lit a cigarette. Star lit a
joint. “You KNOW the BOC will do anything to take you down. With
that said, you shack up with Uncle Richi and summon a demon from
hell. That's fucking illegal magic man.”
“And since when do we care about the
law? We ARE the law. I'm Queen and you're Princess.”
“I'm serious! You conjured up
something bad. I may be reckless and crazy but I don't go that far
and get caught.”
Star grinned. “I think you just hate
him.”
“Well that too. It's an abomination,
a red devil.”
“His name is Angus!”
“I couldn't care less more than I
already do.”
“I think he and Rosie would be-”
“Don't you fucking dare!” The younger one screamed, she pointed her lit cig at the other.
“Oh Dawn. He's a sweet boy.”
“More like your sex toy.”
“That too.”
“Well he wasn't the bastard king you
thought he would be. Now Richi says they're investigating the whole
thing. After we bailed you out after the raid, all thanks to Uncle
Richi, they decide to dig in. Fucking pigs.”
They argued for some time more, about
Angus, about the BOC, about her impending trial. Eventually, through their bickering, the limo
arrived at the grand palace. A magnificent structure made of
sandstone. As they pulled into the courtyard, a solemn faced fellow
dressed all in black stood on the steps with a
young girl beside him. She was younger than Dawn and Star, couldn't
have been more than fifteen or fourteen years old. She had long brown, curly
hair that flowed free. Slightly pudgy as was healthy for a
royal young lady, and like the women in the limo, was beautiful. Her
bright, hazel blue eyes were wide in concern, she was on the verge of
tears.
When Dawn stepped out first, throwing
her cig to the gutter, both their faces lit at the sight of each. The
girl came running for her and Dawn ascended the steps to embrace her.
Star watched from behind her daughter, happy to be home again.
“Nana!” The girl exclaimed as she
held her hand out for Star. “I'm glad you're out of jail again.”
“Me too sweetling dove,” Star
kissed the top of her granddaughter's head and then turned to her
cousin Ritche.
His eyes swept her from head to toe,
inspecting the curves of her body. Her velvet skirt was pleated in
many ruffled folds, they fell to cover her black suede shoes, scuffed
from drunkness. Her shirt was a long sleeve white blouse, bell sleeve
and a tight mid fit, a wide belt around her waist. It was unbuttoned
down her chest, exposing her lace bralette. Her hair was wild, her
thin velvet cloak hung from one shoulder. Her eyes were tired and her
glasses eschew but he knew what she looked like naked. She smiled,
her cousin and lover Richi was her right hand adviser, the one man
she trusted in times of her absences.
“Another trip to jail have we?” He
asked. “That makes this the fourth time this week.” He began
following her as the four made their way up the steps.
“Dawn reamed me already, not you too.
It's not as bad as last week.”
“Then I'm sure she told you about the
BOC's investigation.” He ignored her snide remarks.
“Yes, yes I know. They are always
watching.”
“And you insist on getting yourself
arrested, after you were nearly imprisoned for the raid. That girl you
got caught with, it was the one who exposed us wasn't it?”
“Perhaps.”
“It was! And still you fuck her! You
take her to the manor, seduce her, fuck her, and show her Angus! And
then! After she talks to the wrong people, you take her to bed again!
Getting caught for unlawful sexual seduction of a teen aged girl and
getting arrested. Again!”
“She came on to me! You know damn
fucking well that I don't force any of those girls into bed. They all
walk right in.”
They went through the halls, Dawn going
off with her child to their rooms to change her garb. The girl was
always upset when her nana or mother were gone. She was a tortured
soul, her skin, in some places appeared like tree bark, the same
color as a willow tree. A curse set upon her since she was but a
babe. Star and her man went off into a different part of the castle.
“Richi, my cousin, I know you and
Dawn fear for me at the mercy of the BOC, but you seem to forget who
conquered them in the first place.”
“I know,” he said softly. “I was
there.”
“Ah yes,” she began.
He sighed. Whenever he and Dawn voiced
their concerns at her loony antics, with good reason, Star would
recount the Siege of the BOC.
“New Years eve, 1979 CR. You, Queen
Anne and myself ride through the gates of the BOC City, after a three
months siege we beat through their defenses and hang the traitors.
New Years day, 1980 AC/DC, was the first day of the new age. That was
forty years ago. In all that time I gave my people the choice of
immortality, abolished laws that were unjust and harmful and my daughter gained control of the underground gangs, effectively coming to rule all the criminal gangs in the city. I set them
free, and in all these years later the BOC has not once tried to
start another uprising. You two may fear their power, but I do not.”
“I remember well. Before you remind
me I will also recall that AC/DC stands for AFTER CULT, DEVIL CAME,”
he said. She often reminded him of that and he beat her to it out of
frustration.
“And who is the devil that came?”
She asked in a sly, playful tone.
“You.” He said in a slightly
defeated, or perhaps tired, sort of way.
“Yes. I do not fear them and their
trials, for all their castles fall into the sea at my command. We've
been through many of their trials before. They have no evidence and
you know it.”
He looked at her. They were now in a
great chamber with a balcony facing the oceans. You couldn't see the
water, only a distant shimmering patch of land. She put her satchel
on a wooden table, grabbed a crystal chalice and opened a bottle of
wine. She lit a joint as she let the drink breath and then turned
back to her cousin, two goblets in her hands.
“I'm not staying in jail. I am THE
queen of Holy Wood, I always have a plan.”
“Pray do tell,” he sat and drank
with her.
“It's flawless, and you're going to
help me.” Her eyes flashed and she put the wine to her lips.
Richi stared at her. She was a true
queen, never afraid. She drank, nodded and smoked. He couldn't help
but smile back.
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