The Nexa-Resistance

Season 1 – Episode 1: Charm City
By Kaie Jenell

Disclaimer: I actually own all the characters for once!

Story Summary: After finding life on Mars, the Nexa race began to incorporate themselves into human society. Taking major rolls in government positions, the Nexa would contort and deceive, making life for Earthians worse while it seemed better. An underground resistance, the Nexa-Resistance, is standing up to the politicians and plotting the downfall of the Nexa race on Earth. With help from the people inhabiting Earth’s moon, there is a possibility that the Nexa will fall, restoring equality and justice to Earth. But, if they fall apart and fail, what will become of the Earth?

Episode Summary: With every private league, a leader must be present. In this private organization, trust and secrecy is most important. Artemis Branche can relate.

Warnings: I didn\'t want to take up my entire summary with the category-thingies, so I\'m putting all my warnings inside the story. The following should be looked out for: Original characters, Male/Female pairings, Male/Male pairings(plentiful in those), Female/Female pairings, Alternate Universe, Bisexuality, Slash, tones of slavery and dark themes, and if you consider the half-Nexarians aliens then implied but not graphic Xenophilia.

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The overview of present Baltimore is different now in 2076. The newer buildings, those made with plastic and steel and glass have been demolished in favor of earthy stone buildings. Poverty is scarce in the future, and though ghettos still exist in 2136, they are small and few in number. Museums filled with artifacts are found throughout the city, easy to find. The Inner Harbor, beautiful and clean, is filled with large sailboats that import and exports goods. Wars are rare, and peace throughout the world has finally been achieved.

A man stood on the rooftop of an old mansion, his clear blue eyes scanning what he considers his city, Baltimore, for anything different. Of course from up there, the entire city looked peaceful. Hydrogen-powered lamps filled the empty streets, turned on since the sun was setting. The chilly air of a Maryland autumn was biting at his bare arms where were covered only in a layer of dark brown hair, much darker than that on his head.

He heard the sound of the creaking door to the roof, then soft footsteps that sounded louder than they were in the tranquillity of the almost night. “Artemis?”

“Yeah,” the man’s slightly hoarse voice replied, showing that he was listening. Artemis Branche turned to his older brother, eyes questioning.

“They’ve arrived,” the other man simply said. He had light brown hair and the same blue eyes as Artemis. He wore a brown coat, being sensitive to the cold, and a pair of black slacks. “They’re here.”

“Thank you Aigan,” Artemis said, smiling at his sibling. He looked towards the door, seeing a pair of teenagers, a boy and a girl that looked somewhat alike, and smiled at them, too. “You must be Cora and Corban Judd. Pleased to finally meet you.”

“You Artemis?” the girl, Cora Judd, asked as she had been waved up the staircase after the brief talk between Aigan and Artemis. She had a heart-shaped face with skin of a medium tone. Her eyes were brown, as was her short hair. Wearing a baggy plaid shirt and a pair of boys’ denim shorts, she looked a bit on the poor side. While Earth had a small population of poor people, the moon was covered in poverty. The super rich or super poor lived on the moon; Artemis’s parents lived there and could afford it. Cora had the ‘tough-girl’ air to her.

“You’re not what I expected,” Artemis finally answered.

Corban raised his eyebrows. “What were you expecting? Black masks and ninja suits?” Corban was taller than his short sister and wore a Hawaiian-print shirt over a white wife-beater and a pair of baggy, well-worn blue jeans. He too had dark brown hair and brown eyes, and a not-quite-pale, not-quite-tan tone of skin. He too looked to be from the poorer side of town. If Cora was the tough-girl, Corban would have to be the clown.

Cora hit her brother, silencing him while glaring. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to talk.”

“Right,” Corban replied, as if he had just remembered that detail. “Shutting up, then.”

Artemis laughed. “You’ll do perfectly.” Artemis gestured to a nearby bench. “Feel free to take a seat.” He sat on the edge of the roof.

Corban, not being up to the challenge of sitting on the edge of a mansion’s roof, opted for the bench. Cora took a chair nearby, while Aigan stood off to the side, against a wall. (1)

“So,” started Cora, still distrusting, “what’s a billionaire like you want with Lunarian kids like us?”

“Well, these days,” replied Artemis, “trust is something you must have.”

Cora frowned and her eyebrows creased. “Why do you trust us?”

“We knew your parents,” Aigan answered. There was a brief silence as Cora was finally speechless and Corban stopped fidgeting. “They were good people. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“How’d you know Mom and Dad?” asked Corban, ignoring his sister.

“Our parents are old friends,” said Aigan, coming closer to the small group of people. Cora and Corban gave him a skeptical look, still weary about the situation.

“We’re Emma and Melancton’s children,” Artemis summed up for the twins. Recognition flashed in Corban’s eyes.

“You’re Uncle Mel’s and Aunt Em’s sons? They tell us a lot about you,” Corban said, tugging on a button on his pants. Cora nudged her brother in the side.

“Which leaves me guessing why you two look like you’re from the ghettos,” stated Aigan, voice calm and questioning.

“To blend in,” Cora answered easily. “It’s for the job, you know. And on that topic, why exactly did you bring us here?”

Artemis shared a glance with Aigan. “We, the Resistance I mean, need your skills for the upcoming war,” Artemis replied. He stared at both of them, his blue eyes seeming intense.

“What war? Last I heard, Earth was at peace,” Cora said, her eyebrows furrowing. This was becoming confusing.

“You don’t understand, do you?” Artemis asked cryptically. Shaking his head he sighed.

“Understand what?” questioned a hesitant Corban. He was becoming nervous about all of this.

Aigan cleared his throat. “Tell them, Artemis.”

Artemis nodded, clearing his throat as well and taking a deep breath. “In 2017, the Earth made contact with real Martians. Underground though they were, the linguist there made the attempt and succeeded at speaking with them. His name was Rahz Debranche, a British man and the top linguist out of the United States and Europe.

“After being on Mars for several years, the Martians, the Nexarians as you know them by, came to Earth in small groups. They began to learn what they could about humans, about their emotions, and even how to manipulate humans. Soon, Nexarians had set up their own place in society and government, making the democracy of the United States slowly into a communistic system. No one had the guts to stop them, either, because Nexarians were our allies against others such as Jupitese, and they provided us with more land to expand into, as well as diamonds and gold. It never ceases to amaze what human greed can turn a blind eye to.”

“What are you talking about?” Cora, suddenly confused, asked. “Nexarians are good, aren’t they?”

“Ah, but here’s the wrench in the story,” Aigan continued for his younger brother. “See, a only select few, including Rahz Debranche, knew what Nexarians were saying in their native language. They plan to usurp control over the Earth, since their resources have diminished. The many plants provide oxygen for them, the animals provide a source of food, and humans are good for only one thing to them: slaves.

“Debranche was murdered twenty-three years ago for trying to expose the Nexarian plans for usurpation. That is what Artemis meant by human greed turning a blind eye. Many have been murdered in secrecy for resisting them.”

“You see, Rahz Debranche was our grandfather,” Artemis said. “My father dropped the ‘De’ when my grandmother moved to the United States. Born and raised there, he was. Our grandfather left tapes, encrypted discs, videos, written documents loaded with incriminating evidence against Nexarians. In all actuality, the Jupitese are not evil and do not attack us. They are attacking the Nexarians for destroying their world.”

Cora and Corban sat, shocked, with their mouths hanging open.

“That’s a lot of information to take in,” said a stunned Cora with a little breathy laugh. “Where do we sign on?”

“I knew you’d agree,” beamed Artemis, steering the Lunarian twins down the stairs. “We need you two desperately. We can trust you; we know we can.”

When they reached the foyer, a somewhat bouncy young man, looking like Artemis and Aigan, bounded up to the group. He was smiling broadly, his teeth surprisingly white. His dark brown hair was long and fell into his bright blue eyes. “Hey Arty! What’s – Hello…”(2)

The young man looked to be around the twins’ age. His blue eyes, as pretty as they were, gazed at Cora. Cora did not appreciate this.

“Dude, you’re WAY out of your league,” stated Corban, trying to warn the other.

“Cora, Corban,” Aigan said, “meet our little brother, Adar.”

“Adar, this is Cora,” announced Artemis as he continued the introductions, pointing to Cora, then to Corban. “And this is Corban. Be nice, Adar. These are our new spies.”

~End.

A/N: My author’s notes are long, so I’ve warned you, but some of them are important. My friend, known as Euley on FF.Net, helped me plan the episodes, so a great deal of thanks goes out to her. You rock, Euley! So, if you like it, leave a review. If you don’t, leave a flame. If you’re not sure, leave constructive criticism. I’m not picky. You can pick either of these three. I’d just like to know that what I write is being read. Also, I’m setting up a webpage for the cast, which include character profiles and photographs of the actors who play the cast. I’ll announce it in the author notes when it’s up. Finally, I’m a very sarcastic person and pessimistic in nature, so the (1) and (2) things are little comments from me. I warn you not to read them unless you like sarcastic and somewhat lewd remarks.

(1): don’t you love conveniently placed walls? I didn’t want Aigan to be sitting, but standing so he could move closer as he did easily.
(2): Isn’t he a precious hornball? Adar’s so bouncy and I love him! He’s a little bundle of optimistic energy.

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