Note: This story I first created and edited on a word processor. It is all my original but will collide with the original novella in a slight sense. It starts right after a chunk of Vulcan’s hammer hit’s the Mediterranean. Please enjoy...
Intro:
When Vulcan's hammer hits. The USS Mayhem (a spaceshuttle located west of Ireland) Commanded by the Scurvey with no feelings (Captain Virago Xallax Dues) go into troubles. This is a story about Nedraxor Zhaul Dues and his Parralle story to Axen moon's enemies; The Masters.
Part one: Within the chaos.
The alarms sang as people in white uniforms raced up ladders to their ordered stations. Sir Francis Balkon
steadily watched the news channels from his clip com. He watched as the monstrous waves hit Paris; there was nothing in his power he could do to help that. Sir Balkon watched as countless civilians ran screaming for their lives.
The captain looked irritably at Sir Balkon in a worried way.
“This is madness! Where is the Conestoga? Has it been launched?”
“No, my lord, but they are about to launch seven minutes behind schedule.”
The captain grimly smiled and began to speak.
“Get a good lock on that USS satellite ASAP!” “Sir yes sir!”
“Oh and Mr. Bacon, please stop poisoning my children with that horrible news channel.”
The young French man went all red as the crew chuckled at him.
The captain’s two sons who were in their teens were huddled with 11 privates in their bunker.
Neo grinned as he heard his father’s footsteps in the hall. Everyone else leaped as the captain stopped in the doorway.
The captain grimly smirked.
“You disgrace our family, we sell you and buy Neo.”
Only Neo giggled a little. Everyone else stared at his father in a barren way.
One of the more sensitive sailors flew to a bed and sobbed in his pillow. Neo rolled his eyes as his older brother Ned disgraced himself again. Ned was a dork and both Neo and the captain knew it, but what disgrace them was the fact that it was the older brother who was the nerd. Neo patted his brother’s back as his pillow got drenched in snot and tears. The captain rolled his eyes as he started to speak in an Irish accent.
“Come now lad, you know your old man doesn’t really mean this ‘err what I said now don’t you know I accept all my sailors especially you Ned.” Neo nodded toward the other sailors which included Ned.
The old captain who was known as the Scurvy with no feelings suddenly wept a tear drop. It ran down his cheek slowly; he was frowning. Neo saw his father for who he truly was; a soft man with a hard rusty shell. He always knew that about him even when society rejected him for his shell.
The captain slowly limped toward the bridge of the submarine. Neo told the 11 other sailors to leave him and his brother; they knew by his serious face a man-to-man lecture was going to be attempted by Neo.
Neo knew anything was possible; he was smart yet foolish, wise yet lazy, and caring but lacked sensitivity.
Ned wept more as he pulled out the picture of their mother. “If he loved us then how come he did not protect her? How could he not care!” Neo slapped his brother’s wrist with two fingers as the vein in his forehead began to grow. “Aaargh! What was that for?” Neo turned away from his brother as if he never existed and silently left their bunker and his sobbing brother.
Five minutes later Sir Francis Balkon knocked at the bunker rooms’ door. Ned jumped out of his bed.
He noticed he was terrified with a pale face. Sir Balkon warmly smiled and spoke in a calm voice; “would you like to talk about your feelings Nedraxor?” Ned Warmly smiled back and sat on his bunk motioning his friend to sit next to him.
“At least you care about me, right uncle Bacon?” “With all my heart you and Neo both”
Ned began to speak in a high pitched voice, he spoke very fast.
“Why did daddy make fun of me? Do you not notice his evil smile? He thinks everyone is a joke, does he not? Why does he act so mean, aren’t daddies suppose to be there for you?” Ned squeezed Sir Balkon with a Baer hug and wept on him. Sir Balkon Held Ned gently and responsibly. “Shhh it’s ok, everything will be all right. There’s no need to worry; it’s not the end of the wor-”
Before he could finish Ned squeezed him so tightly that he yelped. Ned let out a loud babyish cry as the satellite images showed all of Europe being engulfed by the monstrous wave of Ocean and debris. Francis plugged his ears as the winning cry went louder. Though it was not enough; some how his voice was being projected on the loud speakers and the ships’ alarm was only a faint whisper in the background.
The Subs’ computers and gages went whack as his screams broke the sound barrier that only aircraft could break. Sir Balkan’s ears began to gush blood; he banged his head repeatedly on the steel wall.
The captain, who’s crew was going nuts over the noise, put his earmuffs on and blasted the stereo.
Then he raced toward the bunker. The captain noticed a large connection cord running down the hall toward the bunk. It was bolted to the mega computer where Sir Francis Balkon got transmissions. He muttered under his breath; “curse that French swine!” He slid toward the corridor to the bunker; it was jammed shut. The noise was still going. He muttered again; “damn hacker!” He quickly pulled out his Fusionslicer and began to slice at what appeared to be the lock. When he busted the lock he kicked the door open with his military boots. As he stepped in his face went pale; Ned was on the floor drenched in blood. “No there’s still time!” He picked up his Son’s body and noticed no wounds on his body. Only his ears had blood coming out. He smashed the tape recorder that was connected to Sir Balkon’s back. “Was this suicide, or is there another party involved?” He plugged his boy’s ears with a second set of head phones and carried him to an escape pod. The USS Mayhem was sinking, but he had to wait until the first wave hit so it would be clear. His watched indicated 32.9865 seconds remaining until impact. At that exact moment the sub was bombarded by debris, it constantly fell as layer of sea water flattened the ocean floor. The Sub Span out of control and all of the sudden the captain felt like he was going to become a pancake against the wall. The sub glided head first at enormous speeds. What looked to be the top of the Eiffel tower flew over the sub. The sub suddenly slowed down as if the wave was gone. The captain started to feel lighter and lighter until he started to float. The captain smirked and turned his long range radio on. “Houston we have a large unidentified floating hot dog in space, send evac?” He waited a moment.
“Come in anyone? Is there any survivors of earth? -over.” He hesitated then tried again. He leaned nervously toward the window and saw the Conestoga coming out of the dust. “come in Conestoga; can you read me? Come in anyone you copy! -over.” The massive starship turned away from the sun and began to drift. “No we need evac; this is Captain Virago Xallax Dues, does anyone read? -over.”
A pod marked ‘Conestoga’ drifted toward the airlock. Captain Dues floated toward his bunk and unlocked a chest. He then took out first aid and set it aside, it floated next to him. He then used a small hammer and broke the ‘do not break glass unless it’s doomsday’ and grabbed a flat metal briefcase with pockets on it. He strapped it on his back, grabbed the first aid and floated toward Ned. He then swiftly typed a four digit number on his wrist com and pressed enter. Captain Dues made his way toward the one-manned escape pod, he strapped Ned in, put the supplies in with a note, and pressed the enter key again. The door slammed close, but he was not done yet; he knew that only a person on the bridge could navigate a pod if the person inside was unable. He made his way toward the bridge, then sat on his first mate’s chair and began the routine of prepping the pod. He then noticed an unknown spacecraft approaching in a head-on collision course with the bridge. “Computer how-” He remembered that his Savant was dead and he pushed the big red button that read; ‘Do not press unless manual navigation of pods are obsolete.’ He then programmed the Artificial Intelligence to dock with the nearest transport besides any unidentified craft. He smirked as he imagined his wife on the other side of a table. Captain Dues Poured the glass of wine into his fiancé’s glass. He smiled warmly as she blushed and noticed the Diamond ring plop inn her glace. He jokingly imitated the ascent of a French waiter. The images in his mind began to skip as his life flashed before his eyes. He then uploaded his private recordings of himself, his wife, and all the history of his family life. “For you, my dearest son; for you Ned, keep the earthly ways alive. I lo-” The transmission broke out as the bridge was smashed by the large RLV that zoomed unscratched past the bombarded moon. It craft boosted out of sight and range of sensors never to be seen again. Or will it?
Welp thats chapter one.