Im bored so heres the prototype of the first chapter: Chapter 1 Milo woke up gripping his chest, sweat dropping from his body; this was his fifth nightmare of the month. He stretched his legs and sat up on his bed, scanning the area around him as his body adjusted to his new position. His red swirl wallpaper greeted him with warm comfort, as did his blue soft carpet when his feet landed firmly onto it. As his feet hit the ground, a searing pain struck his knee. As he forced himself out of bed, his eyes adjusted to the dull light of the room. Picture frames of various grassland landscapes hung from the wall, each one hand painted from a variety of locations. There was only one small square window in his room. Milo stood thinking about what he had to do today: he had to have morning coffee (as is tradition for him), go to the library to research about his past, and meet with firegirl01. Pretty ordinary day, except for the mystery girl he had to meet at the tavern. Milo was an odd person, mainly due to the fact that he cant remember any of his own past and that he seemed to be very old (although you wouldnt tell by looking at him). Milo slowly walked to the shower and undressed; His physique was that of a twenty year-old athlete, but it was slowly disappearing due to his lack of exercise. As he washed, he recalled the first time he had a shower: it had been a day since he had woken up in the middle of a large city; having lost his memory, he knew nothing about where he was or what he was doing there. He had spent the day walking the streets and roads trying to find something that could help with his memory, but he found nothing. While he was exploring the back allay of a large industrial building, a group of men ambushed him and demanded he give them all his valuables. Even though he had lost his memory, he felt as though he recognised the men. One of the men pulled out a large proton pistol and aimed it at Milo’s head; ‘Let’s just kill him, and then take his stuff.’ Milo prepared for death when one of the other men pulled out his own pistol and shot all the men in their backs; the men shook violently then fell to the ground. Milo stood with his back to the wall, fearing what this man may do to him, but then the man spoke: ‘don’t worry, the gun was set to paralyze.’ The man said that he was a policeman, on an undercover mission to infiltrate the Malificus Guild. The man offered Milo a room in a hotel not far from where they were; it was designed to act as a safe house for any witnesses to crimes. The first thing that Milo did was have shower, which seemed to clear his head; however, as he washed himself, he noticed a large cut on his arm: it came from a sword, and it was self-inflicted. Milo tried to recall the man’s name, but he only remembered his last one: Davidson. Painfully, he walked over to the closet. He threw in his white and red striped pyjamas and flung on his casual exploration clothes: a thick black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a brown leather jacket (zipper undone), and a dark brown cloak. Reaching for his wallet on his wooden bedside table, he recalled when he found his cloak; it was the first thing he remembered seeing, as he found it next to himself when he awoke in a dark alleyway. Milo didn’t like the idea of injuring one’s self, he found it quite horrid, but he couldn’t stop wondering to himself why he had cut himself. Milo slid open the draw on the bedside table revealing his most prized possessions: a medium sized proton pistol (small enough to conceal under his cloak, big enough to get people out of his way), a parachute, and a small badge. He placed his pistol into the holster on his belt and strapped the parachute on under his cloak. As he placed the badge into his pocket, he inspected its shape; it was a small circle with a triangle on the inside pointing down, with the corners of the triangle touching the walls of the circle, and decorated with a small red gem in the shape of a flame at the centre; the badge was found in his pocket, rusted and falling apart, however he got it repaired when he knew where to find someone who could. He walked out of his door, into the small apartment hallway outside; he was starting to walk better know that the pain was gone. As he moved towards the elevator he noticed how the owners still hadnt renovated the horrid walls, even after his many generous donations; they were stained with blood from centuries ago, and coffee that was thrown only a week ago. Money wasnt a problem for Milo (as he apparently earned a lot of it before he lost his memory) so he never had any jobs to do, unless he was paid with information. Stepping inside, the elevator shot down at incredible speed passing all ninety floors in under two seconds, only it felt like it was just gently gliding down two floors. Milo stepped out the elevator into reception and the lounge, being blasted by a wave of early coffee smell. Sitting in the lounge, Milo ordered some morning coffee, complete with toast and a cigar. He looked at all the other inhabitants of the Maria port-inn, most were following the same breakfast routine as him except they had no cigarettes; He seemed to be the only one in the inn with enough cash to buy them, considering few are made and they are shipped from multiple planets. He had been attempting to quit, but found it too much hassle for something that could be avoided with simple medication. Examining his wrist, Milo inspected the strange device attached into his skin; just under his palm was a circular metal plate with multiple holes in it, stitched to his skin and drilled into his bone, which has been there long before he lost his memory. Another one of the devices was on his other arm, but it too was broken, in fact two small metal plates were missing from it. In many dreams and nightmares the device would do wondrous things, making swords and shields appear from air and encasing him in impenetrable armour, but he could never get it to work in real life. Milo once took the device to an X-ray centre to see what was inside it; all it showed was a lump of metal imbedded all the way to the bone. After flicking the device a couple of times, Milo examined the walls of this almost sanitary lounge; the metal walls were being replaced with fine ebony wood (at least know he knew what happened to his money). After finishing his toast and coffee, and snuffing out the last of his cigar, he heaved himself out of the worn leather chair and excited through the old steel door. The library stood tall and proud, its grand size standing tall above all who walked by. It was the largest source of information on the planet, containing even top-secret information from decades ago. No one seemed to know about all the top-secret information, probably because it was so well hidden (in a large room accessed through a secret passage behind a broken toilet). On the outside the library didnt look that impressive as its face was just a rusted metal sheet with a hole for a door, blending in with all the other buildings around the place. Yang didn’t have a lot of money to spend on renovating the century old buildings. The receptionist waved a friendly hello to Milo as he walked in, holding a large hard-back book in her hands; he was a usual customer her and he had developed close ties with most of the staff. Milo walked over to her, noticing her brown curls brush across her delicate and aged face. Tania was wearing her usual floral dress. Good morning Milo she greeted with a warm smile, I saved this book for you. Milo lifted the heavy book out of her hands and read the front cover: the truth behind Project Firechild by James Douglas. Milo has read some of Douglas books before; they seemed to be mostly rumours and gossip, but there were always some facts. Thank you Tania, I’ll put it too good use Milo said as he walked off to find a seat. As Milo sat, a strange man in a bright red jacket appeared. Are you Milo Galentine? Milo wondered if he should reply, but the man already knew who he was. My client needs your services for a delicate situation, and only you can do it the man said in a stern voice. Milo wasnt intimidated by the man, but he knew that man had something to offer. ‘Okay, I’m listening.’ If you complete the job, we can give you the location of... The Unity. Milo was shocked, how could this man know where The Unity is. The Unity was the flagship of the Firechild fleet, but the entire fleet went missing over two centuries ago. One reason why Milo was so interested in this ship was because it was heavily linked to his past. Whenever he looked up Milo Galentine or Project Firechild, The Unity would always appear somewhere in that search. Okay, now I’m interested. What do you want me to do? The man smiled, realising that he had won. We would like you to infiltrate the Human Spirit dreadnaught and shut down both its primary and secondary power supplies. The dreadnaught should be in the docks on floor 56 the man explained in a serious tone. What about the tertiary power supply? The man got up and turned to leave, we need the life support and data caches functioning, leave it active. Both men turned back to their own business. Milo opened the glossary of the book and looked at were to start: What is Project Firechild The men and women behind it... and the one Milo wanted, Connections with other projects. Milo knew he was part of something called Project Nanomorph but he wanted to see how this connected with Firechild. He started at the beginning of the chapter: Project Firechild was not the only top secret project; there was Project Nanomorph and Supersword too. Nanomorph and Supersword both were directed to a common cause: the development of humanity, but Firechild was developed to replace humanity (as established in previous chapters). So, dear reader, how could they possibly be connected? The answer, they were using each other. The artificial universe in Firechild was a perfect playground for the other projects to use as a test area for their equipment and technology, and in return, Firechild could use the technology from the other projects to help develop their own. We already know that Firechild were developing a new race called Homo Progressus, but they had to be able to influence their progress within Eden 2.0 to create their moral views; to do this, they would use people from other projects to enter Eden and influence their growth manually. Here I have a list of multiple personnel from other projects used in these... the next page was ripped out, stopping Milo from finding out if he was connected. Letting out a sigh, Milo lifted himself from his chair and went to exit the building, leaving the pages open on the table. As Milo left, two men in black suits walked in both carrying rather large briefcases. The market was busy today; masses of people all bobbing from stall to stall, kats and humans all storming the shops. Milo hated seeing this; all these people oblivious that at any moment, their lives could be gone in the blink of an eye. Stopping at a news stall, Milo bought a copy of the daily newspaper; apparently a local football star was having a divorce... oh, and the neighbouring planet in this system was planning another nuclear strike. Either way, Milo didnt care. He planned on escaping this planet one day, to once again travel the sea of stars. Twenty years Milo had been stranded on this planet; travel was banned in and out of the system because of the ongoing hostilities between the two planets and the new pirate guild “The Resistance”. The Resistance was formed when the UCC (United Colonial Command) started to concentrate all money and labour towards military development; as you could guess, they weren’t too happy with that decision. Sitting at a table, he ordered a bacon sandwich; it was tasty, moist yet crunchy. Milo knew the big moment was coming, when he would be told how he could get his memory back. He met Firegirl01 in an internet chat room discussing top secret information about Area 51; she called all the people in the room idiots and kicked everyone except him from the room. At first, he thought she was some sort of government hacker, but then you told Milo something he could not ignore; she told Milo that she could give him back his memory and reveal to him who he truly is. He didnt know if he could trust her, but he really wanted his memory back, more than anything in the world.
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