Author Comment Munkee TPCG ... thing? Posts: 41 (7/7/01 11:47:03 am) Reply Deus Ex Machina (semi-fanfic) part 1 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (I finally got back into writing and decided to write this story. It's not a TPCG story, but I do plan a cameo or two. It's rather serious. This part is mostly just an introduction. I posted it here in hope that I'll actually finish it someday. The story is set in the SegaSonic universe, but follows the veiw point of a new character. However, Sonic and Knuckles will both come into it, along with Tikal. But I'm not sure how big of a part they will play. The story is set after SA, since I still haven't played SA2. A bit of disclaimer before I begin. The story will eventually get to a few controversial plot points involving religion. But I'm not entirely sure how controversial it may be. Read at your own risk.) Prologue Station Square is in the midst of reparation. Nearly a year ago, Perfect Chaos devestated the city with a tidal wave. Only now were the streets mostly rebuilt and businesses back on their feet. People’s lives were starting over, and they wanted them to stay that way. Jenna was a young mother at the age of twenty six. Her daughter turned seven just a week or two ago. She doesn’t have a father to account for, as Jenna has no clue who it is. But they’re insignifigant to this story as a whole. The alleys are dark and foreboding at night. You never know who or what lays inside them. Jenna knew this, but she needed to get home soon and going any other way would take at least an hour on foot. She didn’t like the alleys, but she liked the idea of getting home at one in the morning even less. All that would change tonight. A rumble came from her right. A growl was more like it. Jenna sped up after giving a frightened look behind her. She held her daughter tightly by the wrist. They walked swiftly, then fell into a sprint. Footsteps from behind trumpeted in her ears. Jenna’s face broke into a sweat as fear clasped her all over. She didn’t know what to do. The footsteps came in quick spurts. A gallop, something quadipedal. It was gaining. As the sound came loudly, Jenna did the only thing she could think of. She turned to face whatever it was, shielding her daughter with her own body. The creature galloped at them. A uncanny creature, too thin to be canine, too big to be feline, it’s face took the shape of neither. But it could jump… and it did. Jenna screamed, clasping her eyes shut and preparing for impact. An impact that never came. A loud yelp and she felt some sort of thick liquid spatter in her face. Her right eye opened a tad. Then they both shot open. A human, dressed in a grey robe and bearing a long thin sword. He seemed to be fighting the creature. The creature took a leap at whoever-he-is, who immeadiatly side-stepped and swung his sword to the creature’s belly. The creature fell to the ground, bleeding from the sides. It tried to get up, failing. The robed man took his sword vertical and slammed into the creature’s skull. It stopped squirming and fell limp. Jenna was nearly hyper-ventilating. The liquid now fell further down her face and she could make it out from the crimson tint. Blood… from whatever that thing was. She looked up at her rescuer, who was now wiping the blood from his blade with a red cloth. She guessed it wasn’t red when he started with it. The girl stuttered her words. “W-who… are you?” The man just looked into her eyes, and with a deep voice said, “Your savior.” Chapter 1 – Sweet Dreams Actually, my name is Deus Ex. Pronouced ‘Day-us Ex’ ; not ‘Do sex’. I will not respond to the latter. I am an Etone, an offical of the church. I perform a much needed job for this planet. The searching for and extermination of the various creatures and monsters that plague the countryside. That was a Reg, a flesh eating creature that prefers to prowl around cityscapes where prey is plentiful. I’d been doing this for five years at the time this story opens. Ever since fleeing my hometown and being adopted by the church. The rescue of Jenna is essentially insignifigant to the rest of the tale, but provides a little insight. She wasn’t the first, nor the last. Not by a long shot either way. But this night is severely important. The whole pillar that supported my veiw of reality crumbled with one girl who removed a brick. Deus slid his katana into it’s sheath. Exhausted and worn, he headed in the general direction of the Ethos Church. His light grey robe floated behind him as he walked. The night was windy and the moon full. He enjoyed the breeze flapping through his hair, silver in color and cut just above the shoulders. He had a five o’ clock shadow, barely visible because of it’s pale grey color. As he entered an empty street something poked at him inside. It didn’t feel right… Soon he stopped, his hand going for the katana. A soft melody came into the air. The sound rung like a llyabye played on child’s xylophone. It grew louder, ringing through the air softly. Then it cut out and Deus’ katana was out of it’s sheath in an instant. The blade hit something, sending a shower of sparks around Deus. His attacker swung by then swung back. They collided together and locked weapons. Deus’ left hand now pressed on the flat part of his katana’s blade. He got a good look at the enemy’s weapon first before exaiming the person themselves. An energy sword, mimicing a sort of Chinese blade. The enemy was not holding any sort of handle, the blade came from nowhere. His eyes now locked with his attackers. They were femine and triangle in shape, like an echidnas. The pupils a crystalline blue, they seemed to stretch into oblivion. Deus thought he saw something in them for a moment. His enemy pushed forward, flipping backwards and landing on her feet a good ten yards back. Deus regained stance, but his arm with the blade feel to the side. Somehow, he no longer found the need to fight. She slanted her head slightly as if exaiming him. And he let her. She was pretty, but not his type. She was not human, that much was sure. An anamorphic creature, like the hedgehog he heard so much about but only saw pictures of. But yet… the species was unrecognizable. She had the dreadlocks of an echidna, but they were thinner and ten spread across her skull. They went all the way down to the small of her back. Her fur was a pale violet, and the headfur a blueberry color. She was taller than most anamorphic creatures, but shorter than Deus by a little less than a foot. A long, monkey-like tail swished back and forth. Metal cover about a third of her body. Plates of steel where fur (and most likely skin) stopped. Exposed tubes of wires connected a few of the plates. Yet, oddest of all, a set of angelic white wings sprouted from her back. Large enough to go over her head and down to her knees when still folded up. They look like they could actually carry her weight. “You’re not one of them.” She said bluntly, quite out of nowhere. Her voice was soft, and a sort of melody followed through it. She had the voice of an angel of legend. Deus wasted no time showing his ignorance. “Huh?” “You’re different. You’re not one of them.” A phrase that added more, yet nothing. “Could you be more vague, perhaps?” Deus’ eyebrows lowered as that phrase came out. “I see… you know nothing. I’ve said all I can.” She took a step back. “I must go, brother.” Deus stepped forward after her, taking note of the word ‘brother’ but failing to mention it. “Wait! Do you have a name?” “Why? So you can search for information about me? You won’t find any, for I don’t have any. But all the same…” She took a few more steps back. “Machina.” In a single movement she threw one step back, her wings spread out fully, pushing through the night air in a swoop. The girl, floated a few feet in the air before she took off to the skies. Deus was left staring into the sky after the girl. He watched until she was but a speck then nothing for him to see. What was that? Why did he feel so attached to her? And why did he feel like something’s missing now?