Elden Fallen

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The dark figure stood on the edge of the high-rise glass building and watched the traffic below her. It was one of the only luxurious buildings left on the planet. Her eyes clearly searching the land below her as her long trench coat danced behind her in the wind. The silver blaster she carried on her hip dug into her thigh but she ignored it. She stood up onto the ledge and lifted her face to the night wind and inhaled. The wind smelt strangely disheartening that night. That caused her to shiver.

Not much was left of the city; for that matter not much was left of the whole planet of Elden. In its day of ruling, Elden was on of the greatest planets in all of the Linar System. But somewhere along the way, they had gotten on the bad side of the Grokors.

The Grokors were a warmongering planet about eight light years away. These people looked as though they had spent their whole life bobbing for apples in a hot oil vat. They had the worst breath you can ever imagine. Green skin, short, fat and bald. The females weren’t any better. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if you were speaking to a male or female. They will fight over the slightest thing because they couldn’t hear so well. They would think you were insulting their mother if you said that the sun was hot that day. Either ugly brought bad disposition or they were just pissed off at the galaxy for their short comings and want everyone to just curl up and die or become their slaves.

Elden wasn’t that fortunate. Or they were fortunate, depends on how you look at being slave to the Grokors. They didn’t want slaves from Elden, they wanted every one on the planet to die. They had launched a full out assault on the planet. The truth was, Elden wasn’t prepared for an attack. After all, what reason did anyone have to attack a vacation planet?

She hopped off the ledge and darted in the darkness across the roof. She knew it like the back of her hands because she spent a lot of time on that roof. After all who would expect her to be right under their noses?

She turned her back and placed both her legs on both sides of the old fashioned ladder and slid all the way down the side of the building until she hit the ground. Pulling her dark coat around her slim figure, she stepped into the darkness, allowing it to swallow her. At a time like this and on a planet like this one, darkness was your friend.

“Where have you been?” Jedrick asked walking into the main meeting room.
“Went for a walk,” Giya told him as she slipped into a large, tattered chair and swerved it around to face him.

Jedrick was the second in command for this small team of rebels. The ones still fighting the ways of the Grokors. He was tall, devilishly sexy with burgundy eyes that would make the strongest of women bow to them. Muscular body, he was dressed in black leather pants, with his holsters hugging his thighs and exposing the contours of them. He wore short sleeve top with his long curly hair brushing his shoulders, barely.

By then Calypso walked in and sat down at the table with a bowl of what looked like porridge. She was the young one of the group. She was left homeless and family-less during the first attack of the Grokors. She was only ten when it happened. She had grown up with a ten Seventeen year old Giya Jenisis.

She was now eighteen and was well trained with anything that has to do with flying. She could fly better than anyone that Giya knew.

“I was trying to get a hold of you,” Calypso spoke over a mouth full of slush, “We picked up some activity in sector AG.”
“Grokors?” Giya was intrigued.
“I don’t know,” Jedrick spoke up as he placed a Data card in front of her, “this is what we got.”

Picking up the hand held computer and glared at it. It didn’t look like Grokors but then again it could be. They couldn’t take any chances.

“What are you thinking?” Jedrick pulled out a nearby chair and spun it around so when he sat down the back pressed against his chest.
“I was thinking we should check it out,” Giya spoke absentmindedly.
“Finally,” Calypso dropped her fork and stood up almost toppling her chair, “Something to do!”
“You’re not going,” Giya put her foot down, “Rick take the Pergury and head out and see what you can find. Watch your back.”

As Jedrick winked at her and walked out of the room, he ruffled Calypso’s short hair and she fell back against her chair and groaned in contempt, “we need to get the Enigma up and ready to leave.”

A smile returned to the girl’s face, “Where we going?” she wanted to know as she followed Giya out of the meeting room.

“the Bad Lands,” Giya told her as they made their way throughout the underground area.

“Are you crazy?” Calypso wanted to know, jogging to keep up with her friend and mentor, “the Grokors live on the Bad Lands.”

“That’s the point,” Giya told her with a small smile, “we told you that one day we would be heading there…We are going on a rescue run.”

Calypso walked beside Giya in silence until they got to the pod room. The Enigma was a beautiful little craft. Sleek and it was built for combat, space travel and speed.

Giya shrugged out of her trench and hung it over the side of a broken down chair as Calypso walked over to the Enigma, put her code in. There was the usual sound of air releasing when a friendly voice spoke up, “Welcome Calypso.”

The girl giggled and Giya shook her head, “Alright, lets get this craft ready for when Jedrick returns,” Giya walked over to the craft.