Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Aaramina ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Note: To those who actually read this, I missed last tuesday's update. Sorry, hopefully it won't happen again. I will have a chapter this tuesday, though. Stick around.

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

“Where are we anyways?” asked Narxon after he had to be carted to Betsy's laboratory so she could do repairs in the areas Aara broke. Long story short, the repairs came out perfect. No, that wasn't a pun. Get your mind out of the gutter, you sick freak.

 

...Anyways, Narxon and Aara were in a room that had a bunch of armchairs and a large television.

 

“We're in what was a gigantic weapons silo over a thousand years ago. This baby held nuclear weapons.” replied Aara. “It was lost to the war, only to be rediscovered by me sometime after. It was perfect for someone like me to make a home out of. It's far away from civilization, in the middle of the desert. Though I did meet Betsy about some six-hundred years ago. She helped me out of a tight spot, and I let her live here so she could work on her little projects without interference from the powers that be.”

 

“Uh-huh... So you're over a thousand years old.”

 

“Yup. 1237 to be exact. And you're gonna be turning 28 in a couple days.”

 

Narxon blinked. “No no, I think you've got it wrong. My birthday ain't till February. It's July. And besides, I'm 23.”

 

“Oh-ho-ho-ho...” Aara chuckled. “Sounds like someone isn't aware of just how long he was dead...”

 

“You're telling me it's been five years since I...”

 

“Indeed. Standard cyborgification takes about a year. But you're a giant leap above the rest. You've been designed to fight on-par with the mightiest armies in the galaxy, something that even Imaltia is hardly capable of.”

 

NARRATION EXPLANATION!!

 

We now interrupt your previously scheduled story for an explanation about “Imaltia” and “The War” because we know you're wondering what the hell those are.

 

First: “The War”

 

The War is an event some 1200 years previous, starting in the year 2322 as a result of a misfired nuclear weapon. The entire world was in chaos and the War dragged on for many years. Aaramina, who was a young girl at the time the war started, fought in the war. All of the well known big cities in the world were destroyed in the course of the war. It was brought to an end, however, by a race of extraterrestrials known as the Imaltians, who had come aware of Earth's presence in the galaxy and sent their army to subdue the warring Earthlings before they destroyed themselves. Thus, resulting in Earth surrendering and becoming an Imaltian territory.

 

Which brings us to our second explanation: Imaltia.

 

Imaltia is the most powerful and advanced planet in the Milky Way Galaxy (or as they call it, the Argika'rukka'ruk'na galaxy. Imaltians have a knack for giving long and silly names to things.) They are a race of elf-like people with violet eyes that speak languages that are strangely similar to Earth's languages. Thus was the reason for their stopping of the war, so they could learn more about why the Earthlings look like they do. But, however, Imaltian people have vastly longer lifespans than Earthlings, some living up to several thousand years. And Imaltians also tend to be arrogant and snobbish, which is one reason why, to this day, Earthling-Imaltian relations remain sour. But, due to Imaltia's dislike of war and them banning the formation of armies for Earth, these sour relations never amounted to more than word wars (or sometimes even fistfights.)

 

Anyways, now that we got all that cleared up, we know return you to your previously scheduled story, already in progress.

 

END OF NARRATION EXPLANATION!!

 

“It's hard to believe I'm a cyborg,” Narxon said, looking at his arms. “I don't feel much different, and I can't remember how I was able to do those eyebeams earlier.”

 

“It's because Ah put a limiter on ye,” said Betsy, walking into the room. “The reason ye used the eyebeams earlier was because someone didn't listen to me and startled ye, causing an overload that surpassed the limiter. Thank goodness it was only the eyebeams, though. It could 'ave been a lot worse. But anyways, the limiter is there because ye won't be entirely used to yer body yet. If ye didn't have a limiter, ye'd be bouncing off the walls when ye take so much as a step, and ye'd be firing energy weapons every time ye blinked. Ye'll have to be trained. Fortunately, ye have a training partner that can easily pin ye down if ye get out of control.”

 

“...My head hurts,” Narxon said after a short silence.

 

“Don't worry about it, kid. It'll be a cakewalk, trust me,” said Aara. “So, yeah, I have a question I've been wanting to ask you that's been bugging me for the past five years... Just why were you in that little shithole of a town anyways, and why were you pretending to be mute?”

 

“Oh... that... ugh...” Narxon ran a hand down his face. “It's a long story.”

 

“I'm in no rush,” said Aaramina.

 

“Well, Ah am,” said Betsy. “Ah don't have time to be listenin' to stories now. Those repairs set me behind schedule. Ah've got work to do.” She walked out of the room.

 

“She doesn't need to hear about it,” said Aara. “Go ahead.”

 

“Where do I begin...?” Narxon thought about it. “Well, I'll give you an abridged version... You see, my life has been... weird. My parents died when I was young, I was forced to live in an orphanage that I hated. So, when I was 14, I ran away, with nothing more than the clothes on my back and some pocket change. Kinda a stupid decision on my part, but when you're that age, you're stupid regardless.

 

“I finally collapsed in that town. The people there found me and asked me questions. I pretended I was mute, because, well, I was afraid. I always was nervous around other people, since I was an outcast at the orphanage and the other kids didn't want anything to do with me. Instead, I communicated by writing in a notebook, and eventually, they let me have a job. It involved unloading delivery trucks, which came into town regularly, I was paid with food and a roof over my head. Later, I learned of what was in the shipments, and of the town's true nature. Apparently, before I came into town, the place was going through some hard times, and most of its inhabitants had left long before, but then those people came, offering fat rewards, thus, the entire town was in their grip. After I learned about that, I wanted to leave, but then I realized that the previous people who tried to leave were killed not long after, so then, I was basically a prisoner. So I just continued to work as I did, and then you showed up.”

 

“I see,” said Aara. She stood up. “Well, then, Narxon? Are you willing to work for me, then?”

 

“I thought I didn't have a choice.”

 

“Oh you have a choice. Cooperate with me willingly and things will be easier, or don't cooperate and things will be much much harder.”

 

“But, aren't you immortal or something? Your freaking head was blasted off, but you're just fine. Is that a result of the Omega Energy too?”

 

“I can regenerate, yes,” Aara pointed out. “But I'm not exactly immortal. Well, I think I'm not. I have an idea of what my weakness may be. But I'm not about to go blabbing on it like every other dumb protagonist, because the antagonist will almost always find someway to hear it, even though we're in a silo in the middle of a freaking desert.”

 

Somewhere on another part of the globe, a man in a suit, a top hat, a monocle, and sporting a thin, curled mustache was listening to this entire conversation. He shouted “Curses! I wasn't expecting her to not reveal her weakness!”

 

“Well, fourth wall jokes aside... What do you need me for? What made you turn me into a superpowered cyborg?” Narxon asked.

 

“What, indeed?” Aaramina said. “I dunno, and my trust circle isn't as large as you may think. I can just tell what people will meet the qualifications I'm looking for. Speaking of which, Narxon, have you heard of the Sohacima Group?”

 

“No?”

 

“Well, it's not surprising. The existence of the Sohacima Group was obscured by history, especially after their defeat in the War. You see, in the chaos of the War, everyone seemed to be fighting everyone. America was hit the hardest, since it was blamed for starting the War. The American citizens were fighting amongst themselves as well, and there was a split. America had another Civil War during the War.”

 

“I know this,” said Narxon.

 

“I'm building up for my next point,” said Aara. “Another party arose. A man was tired of the endless fighting, and from nothing, he formed one of the most formidable fighting forces in the war from nothing. This man's name was Aarmity. He gathered those who wished the war would end, and after winning their first battle, more and more people joined. The Sohacima Group became an army, and they defeated foe after foe. But then... what was left of the United States discovered Omega Energy.”

 

“The turning point in the War,” said Narxon.

 

“Indeed. The Sohacima Group didn't dare fight the United States nor its rebels, but the Union didn't like the Sohacima Group. They thought them to be rebels just as much as the actual rebels were. So, when the Omega Plan was unleashed, the first thing they did was to make sure to destroy the Sohacima Group. And they did it swiftly and quickly too. The Sohacima Group didn't have a chance against the Omega Soldiers. The Sohacima Group was destroyed then, but one of its original members still lives on...”

 

“So you're saying...”

 

“I'm am Aarmity's only child, so I was with the Sohacima Group from the beginning. Though he died in battle before the Group saw it's end, and I was given leadership of the Sohacima Group at that time.”

 

“So... how did you become... er... 'Omegafied', then?”

 

“I'll explain that later. In the meantime, you never answered my question.”

 

“Huh? Oh... oh yeah.” Narxon suddenly remembered. “Well, I might as well cooperate and see where this takes me. Under one condition, though.”

 

“And that is...?”

 

“Please don't crush them again.”

 

Aara laughed. “Sorry about that, I was just trying to get ya back to reality.”

 

“It worked,” Narxon winced. “Painfully so, but it worked nonetheless.”

 

“Well, alrighty then,” said Aara. “Since we've come to a settlement, I hereby proclaim the Sohacima Group reformed. And as my first order of business, I say we go to town and get rip-roarin' drunk!”

 

“I don't drink,” said Narxon.

 

“But I thought you were drinking beer at that bar?”

 

“That wasn't beer, it was ginger ale.”

 

Aara snorted. “Goody-two-shoes, are ya?”

 

“It's not that I don't want to drink it, it's that I hate it. I can't stand the taste of most liquors and beer.”

 

“Aha, so you're a pussy, then,” Aara grinned darkly. “It's an aquired taste man. Aquire it.”

“I'm not drinking crap made from rotting fruits and wheat. And I don't believe in 'aquired taste.' I think that's just a lie made by the drunks so people can turn other people to their side.”

 

“Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.R 21;

 

“Oh, shut up,” said Narxon, rolling his eyes.

 

“But didn't you forget, my dear Narxon?” the room suddenly went dark, and Aara seemed to tower above Narxon, she gave off a creepy red aura. “I am the leader of the Sohacima Group. What I say goes. And when I say 'let's get drunk,' then I mean 'we're going to drain an entire bar's worth of liquor and you can't say no.”

 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” said Narxon meekly.

 

Aara grabbed Narxon by his shirt collar.

 

“OY BETSY! OPEN THE HATCH!” Aara yelled.

 

“Done,” said Betsy's voice over an intercom.

 

The red aura expanded, completely covering both Aaramina and Narxon. Suddenly, she flew down several hallways of the silo and then upwards out through the large silo doors. Then, in the desert, she flew east, with a firm grip on Narxon's collar and with Narxon cursing the whole way.

 

END OF CHAPTER FOUR.

 

Note: Who else senses a training montage next chapter? ;D