writing Project Reia

[HopeFul 122]

This is a newer piece of writing, but it's still old writing. I started this in my early high school years. It might have a few errors in it. I didn't scan over it like I did the other one. Also, I wouldn't mind feedback. If you spot an error, let me know as well. I try to catch them all, but it is a rough draft. Things get missed sometimes. (I keep catching mistakes like "know" instead of "no". oh. my gosh. I was a hasty writer.)

 

 

Chapter 1

 

As the stars softly flickered in the distance of the black veil of space, a large mechanical beast of a spaceship slowly floated in the waterless sea. The hiss of the flames fading from white to blue was unheard in the eerie cold silence that embraced the gray metallic ship. Speckling the ship were small windows, barely large enough to give any sight of any stars to any person wishing to gaze out. Laser guns, disguised as what appeared to be harmless receivers, decorated the sides and top of the ship, and in the front, towards the area with absolutely no windows, there was a larger laser, used clearly for combat against bigger machines. It was a first class warship, and the emblem of the swords crossing behind an all seeing eye was a sign that it belonged to Vice Armestor, a tyrant and dictator who controlled the most powerful military in the galaxy. Planets who refused to bow before him fell prey to his merciless soldiers who slaughtered even newborn infants at the snap of Vice’s fingers.

 

The ship, on its way to an unnamed planet simply used for trade, was ungodly large, and the small ship approaching from behind was unnoticeable to the men sitting in the control room as they typed away, their eyes glued to the screens in front of them. Sitting on a throne-like seat up above the loyal workers, a young man sneered as he watched a video of a peaceful village on a desert planet being brutally murdered by soldiers. His loose black hair covered his ears and sat softly around his dark gray eyes that reflected the horror of the massacre with delight. Resting his elbow on the left arm of his chair, he rested his cheek against his gloved fist. His attire was a loose black leathery duster over a dark grey vest and white dress shirt that was tucked into his black dress pants. Tapping one of his leather black dress shoes against the metallic floor, he laughed so coldly that some of the men nearest to him shivered as the video faded out.

 

“Sir Armestor,” a man walked up to him and bowed, looking up at Vice who was glaring down with annoyance.

 

“What is it?” Vice asked in a cool smooth tone. A sneer crossed his face. “You know the consequences if you displease me, correct?”

 

The man lowered his head, refusing to show the fear in his eyes and the sweat on his brow as he cleared his throat with uneasiness. “Yes, sire. It’s about the girl.” He gulped. Though his voice was steady, showing no signs of fear, the man was clearly unable to hide it in his expression.

 

“Ah.” Vice’s eyes filled with interest as he lifted his head off of his fist and leaned forward. Digging his fingers into the arms of his throne, he looked down with insane eyes and a dark grin. “Is she completed?”

 

Glancing up only for a second, the man cleared his throat again. “All but her right eye, Sir Vice. Dr. Valsteen said that you have it in your possession and says that it is time for it to be put into place.”

 

“Perfect,” the tyrant Armestor stood up from his throne and placed his hands in his pockets, stepping down the stairs almost menacingly, though his eyes were full of excitement. The sneer across his face was so wide that light seemed to reflect off of his perfectly white teeth. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he pulled off his coat and handed it to the man. His expression changed from mad with power to calm and sophisticated as he stood up straight and moved towards the door to his right.

 

Turning back towards his men, he smiled and slicked his hair back. “When I return, I shall have your queen and our ultimate weapon wrapped softly in my right arm. The rebellion will crumble under her soft hands as I burn this galaxy to the ground.” He lifted his right hand, making a fist with it so tight that you could hear the leather of his gloves slightly moan as it rubbed against itself. The insane tyrant was back only for a moment before Vice lowered his fist and walked out into the hallway, the doors sliding out of his way as though even the ship itself feared him.

 

Young and very beautiful, a naked girl was propped up on a white metallic surgery table; her eyes were closed, and her skin was flawless, without a scar. An older man wearing a white robe and holding a scalpel stood over her, looking over her body not with lust or any other sick perverted thoughts, but with some sort of pride as though he crafted her fragile thin body from pale peach colored clay. The only part of her that appeared to be an imperfection was her right eye that could not be seen through the white eye patch with two thick black lines on it. One ran from the top of the eye patch to the bottom down the middle, and the other went from one side to the other down the middle, in what resembled a plus symbol. Her long and wavy platinum blonde hair hung off the table. Standing up, her hair would hit her waistline.

 

The doctor placed the scalpel down on a silver rolling table that was covered in medical tools, computer chips, wires, and other things that made it appear as though the man had performed surgery on a computer. Humming a random tune almost out of tune, the man turned and walked out the door that moved out of the way automatically, welcoming him into the hallway outside.

 

After a minute passed by of silence and stillness in the room, the girl shivered, and her sky blue eye jolted open. In a flash of a second, she rolled off of the table, grabbing onto it with her left hand, but it didn't keep her from hitting the metal floor. A loud clang of a noise echoed in the room as she looked around with confusion. Everything around her was almost foreign to her. Though she new what the common things were, like the door, table, window, stars, and even the scalpel were, she didn't understand what the strange machines around her were. Computer was the word that came to mind first, but she brushed it off, knowing that these machines were used for something she didn't quite know.

 

As each second ticked by, the girl slowly realized that not only were things around her almost foreign, but so was her own body and anything about her.

 

“I don’t even…remember my name,” she thought to herself. A feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, but brushing it off, she tried to pull her weak trembling body up. The first few attempts ended in perfect failure due to her legs giving out on her. Eventually, however, she managed to pull herself up and stay up. Reaching out, she grabbed onto the rolling table, and slowly pushed herself towards the door with one step at a time across the icy floor so cold that it was almost numbing her feet. A sick feeling in her stomach made the room seem uneasy and wrong, giving her a sense of being a bird in a cage.

 

Before she could reach the door, the soft white lights started flashing a blood red color as sirens and alarms wailed in the hallways and through the walls.

 

Startling the girl, the alarms made her jump and lose her balance, sending her flying towards the cold floor.

 

Lying on the floor nude could have easily been compared to lying nude on a glacier, and the cold hitting her stomach and breasts made her feel ill. “Why is it,” she thought to herself, “that I worry I could get hypothermia, yet I cannot remember my own name?” Looking up at the table, her eyes drifted to a small computer-like clipboard on the underside of the table. Pulling it off, her gaze stuck to the words engraved into the chilling metal.

 

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Project Reia

Code 9471

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“Project Reia?” She said the words aloud, her voice was as smooth as silk and as innocent and questioning as a child, though her body was matured to that of a young adult. Running her fingers across the words and numbers, she seemed lost yet hopeful as though touching the words with her hand would bring back some long lost memory.

 

With determination to find someone and demand knowledge about herself, she pulled her body back up and moved towards the door, still holding the computer clipboard. Women ran by, gossiping in fear.

 

“The rebellion dares to attack this ship?” One high pitched fearful woman asked, the voice growing louder as it grew closer to the door.

 

“Of course they would. Everyone knows he’s here for her,” replied another woman in a sharp ice like tone as the voices died away, almost impossible to hear over the sirens to begin with.

 

Using one last mighty push, the girl made it into the empty hall and fell to the floor, turning around enough to put her back against the wall across from the room.

 

As glacier-like and cold as the floors were, the wall was even worse, so cold that it seemed to burn her back, but she didn't care. Resting her head against it, she pulled her knees in to her, wrapping one arm around them as the other wrapped around the clipboard. “I wish I knew what was going on…I feel so trapped. I wish someone would come and save me,” she said quietly to herself. Her words were like whispers of nothing through the moaning alarms and distant gunfire.

 

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Standing in darkness, waiting for the metal of the spaceship to be ripped back was Zack Aiden, the top soldier working for the rebellion army known as the Sword of Gabriel. Watching as the two men in front of him did their duty of melting away the thick metal of Armestor’s battleship, he felt his armor form over his body.

 

Footsteps approached him, and within seconds, Zack’s dear friend Darius was standing next to him. Darius, being a comedy relief in Zack’s life, would have laughed and made a comment about stress and Zack’s white hair, but Darius was completely serious as he adjusted his night vision goggles and looked at his friend.

 

“She is here. We know that for a fact,” Darius said as he rested his hand on Zack’s now armored shoulder. “Vice wouldn't allow her to be carried on any other ship but his own.”

 

The rust colored armor made its way up Zack’s head, covering his solemn yet determined face and his hair that was pulled back in a very short pony tail. He nodded and took a step forward. The wail of sirens poured in, along with light that poured in from the other ship almost as fast as the bullets of the mechanical monstrosities waiting on the other side. They did no damage to his thin yet powerful armor as he kept moving forward.

 

“Bastards!” He yelled, his voice a mixture of machine and human due to his ultimate shield that was his body armor. “She’s mine!” Charging forward, a blade formed at the side of his wrist, and he brought it across the machine’s head, where the CPU was, in one swift motion.

 

A second machine shot out a small wire that wrapped around one of Zack’s legs. Jolts of roaring electricity filled his entire body, and it grew numb as though it was falling asleep. As the feeling of thousands of needles digging into his skin almost made him faint, a bullet sped by, splitting the wire.

 

Darius gave a quick salute of a wave to Zack before continuing to fire with his giant machine gun at the machines out to destroy the rebellion. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and his dark blue bullet proof vest not only stopped the bullets but sent them ricocheting back at the enemies as well. Other men piled into the room, quickly backing up Darius who was motioning Zack to move forward as he yelled out something that went unheard through the sirens in the room and the distance between them. Zack simply nodded and darted through the nearest door.

 

Rushing down the hallways, Zack busted down door after door, giving them no time to open for him. Each broken door led to a small room, and each small room led to more fury and determination in the fierce soldier.

 

Finally, after knocking down over twenty doors, he entered into a small hallway where a young nude girl with platinum blonde hair was balled up against the wall. Relief flooded through his veins at the site of her living body, but anger pulsed through his body and burned like a fire at the site of her being exposed and clearly afraid.

 

She looked at him in horror from a distance for only a brief moment before turning away as he approached her. Her fear deeply confused him, but a deep mix of wretchedness and guilt filled his chest as he realized all the horror she must have experienced due to his carelessness. Every part of Zack blamed himself for her being captured. He was the fool who let his guard down.

 

Standing to the left of her, he held out his hand as the blade fused back into his armor that was pulling away from his face. His eyes were a soft brown and full of concern as he looked at her. “It’s alright, Reia. You’re safe now. Take my hand.” Fury struck his bones worse than the electricity once he saw her face. Over her once beautiful blue right eye was an eye patch, but to his surprise, some form of comfort filled her one eye at the mention of her name as she embraced a mechanical clipboard like it held more hope for her than he did right now.

 

Knowing that time was vital and that the rebellion wouldn't last on the ship of Vice Armestor, he lifted up the girl, pulling her close against him as he darted back towards the chaos. The armor once again wrapped around his head. Frightened, she closed her eye and tried to bury herself in his armor, though it was impossible.

 

At the sight of Zack and the girl, Darius motioned the surviving soldiers back to their ship as he barked out orders. Counting at least five fallen men as he darted by, Zack rushed through the hole and into the small spaceship. He was quickly followed by his friend and his fellow warriors. The door to the ship was quickly closed by Darius, and the bridge between the two ships pulled into the smaller ship before it darted off out of reach from Vice’s ship.

 

“He will stop at nothing to get her back.” Darius said to his friend with a frown. “But that’s what we want anyway, right? We’ll get the perfect opportunity to finally tear down Vice.” He looked at the girl with a smile as she opened her eye.

 

The armor pulled away from Zack’s face and moved down to his feet until it seemed as though the armor never existed to begin with. He was now wearing a brown baggy t-shirt that was tucked into his loose camouflage military pants. On his feet were black combat boots. Giving a small smile to his friend, he nodded his head. “Thank you, Darius. I could not have saved her without your help or the help of your well trained soldiers.”

 

“Nonsense, Zack,” Darius lifted his eyes back up towards his friend. “You are an army all on your own, but I was happy to help.” Looking back towards the girl, he nodded. “Welcome back, Reia. It is a pleasure to see you are...” He paused, his gaze glued to her eye patch as he frowned with a melancholy look in his deep green eyes, “mostly unharmed,” he finished before walking off with his men, giving Zack and the girl a moment of privacy.

 

After sitting her down on the floor, Zack removed his t-shirt and handed it to her. Grabbing on to his arm, she pulled herself to her feet, pleased that not only was the floor warm and delightful to stand on but that she could now stand up easier as well. Taking the t-shirt and putting it on, she looked up at Zack who had his arms crossed over his well developed muscles. His skin held a perfect tan, and he was rather tall to her. Keeping his soft brown eyes on her, he leaned forward and pulled her in for a kiss.

 

Horrified and confused, the girl pushed him away and took a step back, almost falling over. “I don’t even know who you are!” She cried. “I…” Looking to the floor, the girl felt as though she was fighting back tears. “I don’t even really know who I am.”

 

A sharp pain struck Zack through the chest, and he quickly but softly grabbed her by the shoulders. “R-Reia?” His eyes were full of panic and worry. “Please. Please tell me that you know who I am! Just look at me! Look into my eyes and tell me that you know who I am!”

 

She gazed up at his eyes that were so full of love and fear, but his face brought back nothing to her, not even the slightest memory. “I’m sorry…” Lowering her head again, she pulled away from him. “I don’t remember anything.”

 

Zack fell to his knees, looking forward into nothing as his eyes glistened with tears trying to form in his eyes. Misery flooded through his entire body as he looked up at the woman he loved who saw him as a complete stranger. Burying his face in the palms of his hands, he thought of Vice, knowing that even though he had saved Reia from the tyrant of a man, he had also lost her completely because of him.

 

“No…” Zack said to himself. “I won’t believe it.” Slowly standing back up, Zack looked down at the girl. “You’re name is Reia Ebony. You are 19 years of age, and you are the flower of this rebellion as well as the woman I fell in love with.”

 

Listening to him, she slowly nodded her head. He continued on, this time introducing himself. “I am Zack Aiden. I am 28 years of age, and I am the top ranking soldier in the rebellion as well as a man hopelessly in love with and devoted to you.” Stepping back and bowing politely, he gazed into her eye and smiled softly at her.

 

“I will help you get your memories back, Reia. I promise, and I vow as well not to do anything to cause you any form of discomfort from this moment forward unless it is vital to save your life.” His kind words made her smile so sweetly that it pained him to even look at her. Memories of her danced through his head as though his own mind was mocking the fact that the woman he loved beyond all things couldn't even remember his face or name.

 

Holding out the clipboard computer, she pointed at her name with a grin. “I just knew this had to do with me.”

 

Zack took it with a soft smile, not even looking down at it. “We’ll worry about other matters later. For now, let me introduce you to Lucy. She’ll be deeply sad that you have forgotten her, but she’ll help you get a nice bath and put you in clothing far better than an over-sized shirt.”

 

Leading her through the hallway, he watched as she walked slowly beside him. Crossing his arms to keep from reaching out and holding one of her small soft hands, he gave a false grin on the outside even though every part of his mind screamed out for the murder and yearned for the bloodshed of the despotic leader, Vice Armestor.

Edited October 8, 2014 by HopeFul

[Guest]

well before i start i must do this HA HA first to comment take that Jeffry you nonexistent meany head.

 

anyway i liked it though i'm not that into space stories i must say this got me sucked in and i review movies so you know my words are gold.

Edited October 8, 2014 by Guest