Entering Melcona

Chapter 1

On the young planet Demoar is where the nameless man lingered. The planet has dark green plants and jungle trees. Many volcanoes are found here. It almost rains nonstop on the land. Clouds of orange forever hang over all.

There was thunder and lighting crackling across the land. The volcanoes leaking lava from the head of the mountain. Rain made the land even more humid and wet. The plants grew wild and tall, same as the jungle trees.

Storms of tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes hurt the young planet. Strong, powerful winds blew across the land. Tearing the plant's roots slightly out of the ground. Some even ripped right out of the ground.

Days were like weeks and mouths, it felt for the lost man. He lived with the creatures of the young planet. He had no memories, but still basic survive skills. He thought them to make fire. They made weapons to protect themselves from the more vicious and primal creatures of Demoar.

The lost man was bewildered. Long bread and untamed black wild hair covered his face. Intense big black wolf-like pupils served as eyes. The wardrobe he had on was worn and torn. The metal plates rusty and dull, almost falling off. The cape on his back looked to be a ripped up piece of cloth. His face was young and youthful, but yet cold and solemn. Smiles were almost like he was thinking of nothing good, only mischeivious thoughts and acts. Out of annoyance, he ripped off the rusty metal plates that were barely hanging on his wardrobe. Only wearing a black torn up skin tight outfit. This made him very ackward.

He felt strong and light as a feather. Very energetic and anxious he was, but a sense of conserving his strength. He almost never said a word and outside of the main circle. Always in a deep thought. Searching, wandering the many corridors of his mind. His mind that was a mystery even to himself.

As he sat alone, he could almost sense the many currents of wind. He could feel their speed, if they were warm or cold. Feeling the potent rainful clouds in the sky. It remained a feeling, never converted to words.

Teaching the creatures to speak, to reason, and live civil. All these things the lost man remembered, but still not remembering who he was or anything about him. His past was dark. Nothing came to mind when he tried to think back. Only a black void filled his heart when tried to remember the past.

He wondered if he was good or bad. The world outside of Demoar was unknown to him. And the urge of discovery took hold of his heart. He felt to live and wander outside of the shell.

These thoughts brought him back to the strange machinery he found himself by. He had some idea that it was a form of transport. Finding himself right back where he started.

Staring at the rusty old piece of metal. In the crater, the means to escape stood. It was dug into the ground, nose first. Looking into what the top hatch covered. He found a seat and buttons. He came to realize what was in front of the seat he sat in. In his mind, the word, "control panel".

Feelings he began feeling. The emotions translated into words and images. He strapped his self into the seat. Pressing a button and all the buttons lit up. Suddenly, the ship pulled out of the earth and lifted over top of it.

A voice called," Welcome back, master Luster Wolf." It was a female voice, very clear and formal in tone. It also called out," What's our next course?"

This frightened the lost man at first. Soon he realized what it was. It was all slowly coming back to him. But still not who he was or where he came from.

The name confused him. In response he answered," Who ever this Luster is, I'm not him." His words made his stomach feel strange and cold.

He sat back in his seat, cold and bitter. Wondering how to get this ship moving. He knew it was ship, he knew that much. He didn't bother ask what the voice was.

The same femine voice repeated," What's our next course sir?" A pause awaiting a response.

Silence filled the cockpit. The lost man thought long and hard. Suddenly, a name popped into his head. He answered," To Siluru and the city of Melcona." A sign of satisfaction laid upon the lost man's face as he crossed his arms in victory. Grinning away as he seat back.

Sounds of preparation. The screen before him seemed to be plotting a course to the planet he selected. Bleeping of completion of the plotted course. The nose of the ship aimed upward. The engine flared up and blasted into the sky. Leaving Demoar behind.

The sight of space took the breathe away from the lost man. Soon it became normal for him and didn't think on it again. He just stared into the stars of space, with a blank mind.

The presence of tiredness came over him as his eyes became heavy. At first he tried to fight but soon gave in and shut his eyes. Sleeping away as he flew across space. As he opened his eyes. It felt as though he only blinked.

He found himself in a space port. The Black Honor lifted inches from the landing pad. The hatch unlocked and slowly waved open. The lost man sat,and looked around from where he sat. Turning his head constantly as he looked at the new place.

Siluru's space port was very mechanical and high tech for a planet for traders. Above was the roof closing as the new ship was docked. Inside was many spare ship parts big and small, laying around at the four corners of the docking bay. With the roof open, the contrast of the room was a light greyish blue, with it closed the docking bay was dark. A smell of greasy hands and rusty parts filled the air. The lost man wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was only a rectangle shaped room, the lost man concluded. The nose of the Black Honor pointed at the exit.

Jumping from his ship, ready to leave and wander around in the new planet. A slight or no pressure on his legs as he hit the ground. He stands straight, head tilted to the door as starts to it. He was looking high at the words printed onto the wall above the exit way, " Port 423".

As he walked to the door. He felt that a greeter would approach and welcome him to the planet. The feeling was odd and strange for the lost man. He hoped there wasn't one of those here.

He felt relieved when he came to door and it slipped open. He poked his out, looking on each of his sides. He only saw strange creatures and creatures that resembled him in someways. They didn't seem to mind his peculiar behaviour, for they had their own business to deal with.

Moments go by as he's finally brave enough to step out of the door and into the main loddy of the space port. Looking straight up, he only saw a long high piece of glass as a roof for the space port. The walls were of a white plastic like material. People and creatures busy talking to front counter as others went in and others left. The entrance of the space port as a revolving glass door and the many of doors were only equal to length of the four corners.

These doors were to right of the lost man as he was backed to wall. In front of him was the main counter. To his right was the hallway leading back to many docking bays. On the wall to his right was a giant screen looking to be part of the wall. The screen showed many advertising things and news of the world it seemed.

The many people and creatures streamed in and out of the hallway leading to the docking bays. He finally found his nerve as he started to the revolving doors. Joining the flow of the public as he only followed.

The stream broke off as he was outside of the space port. He heard a voice calling, " You are now leaving Docking Bay Eight, have a nice day". The bright sun blinded his eyes. Shielding himself with his arms. He soon saw another circle like in the sky, but it was no sun. It was only a grey like rock in the sky beside the sun.

His eyes finally adapted to the brightness. He looked around. Only seeing a lousy city. The people looked to be not friendly. Humans and creatures covered the streets. Ahead of him was a street leading down to very tall half done, abandoned buildings. He turned to his left. Only at the very end was the gate of the city. His right wasn't very different from his left view.

Melcona was only a broken-down, crumbling city of traders and fugitives. It was the lowest and degrading city in the known universe. Home of criminals, ex-soldiers, the hopeless, and the helpless.

In Melcona, there were two types of citizens, Fugitives and Outlaws. Fugitive use Melcona has a safe haven and too escape their past. They hide from the system. Outlaws use it has a hide out and escape the problems of their daily profession offers. They fight against the system. One wants to forget and the other needs it to survive and fight. This makes Melcona what it is, what it stands for.

The lost man walks along the crowds of swarming people. Young and old people he sees. Strong and tall people he bumps into. Skinny and short people he falls over. Mean and grumpy creatures growl at him.

For hours and hours he walks along the city of Melcona. He gets very familiar with his surroundings quite quickly. The crowds of swarming busy people begins to thin out as night comes.

The lost man found a place where he belongs. He leans against a building as he watches the rustling of the crowds as it becomes no more than a few wanderers. Noticing that old ladies and harmless people ran scared into their homes. Locking their doors shut.

Suddenly, the word "fear" comes into the lost man's head. He wonders, what these people possibly fear? Re-adjusting himself against his leaning post. He stood their with his arms crossed. With his long bushy thing he calls his head. Standing with his torn up trendy clothing.

As two miscreants walk by him. They gaze upon the lost man as they both stop walking further. The lost man looks at them with no sense of fear or terror. He begins to realize that may disrespected the two.

One had a hard stony face. His hair was short and spiky with a brownish orange color, looking to have thick long sideburns. A weapon he held with the barrel lying on his left shoulder. He had dark brown eyes. He was wearing a long, baggy green pants with giant steel black boots. His waist looked to be very high as the his belt were to his elbows. He wore a big black jacket. His sleeves almost covered his entire arm if his fingertips didn't sneak out. The jacket didn't hang any longer than his belt. The right sleeve looked to be filled with more forearm than his left.

The other hid his face in finely tied robes. Tighted in the back as two separate pieces of cloth blew in the wind. His eyes had no pupils, only a white void were the pupil is suppose to be. They hazed a little green. There was a scar the lied on the eyes. Wearing a thick long tight cloth that covered his torso and legs. Two swords handles pointed out from his shoulders. His arms were naked, showing their firm solid muscles.

The lost man smiled at their appearances. This angered them even more. The one in robes didn't seem to care as he let his companion do all the talking. The lost man stood cool and calm before the two miscreants.

The one weapon took it in both hands. He smelled like he had some alcohol. " Oh look Vee, we have a new hotshot on the block," He sounded very young and less threatening.

The one refered to as Vee only shrugged as he closed his eyes. Crossing his arms like the lost man had done. The lost man closed his eyes too. The alcohol filled one felt he was being ingored and became even madder as he loaded his weapon. This caught the lost man's attention.

The one with the weapon smiled with his audience. " Oh I see I got your attention. Oh lord! You smell real bad and you need a major wash and a haircut!" With that he hid under his jacket to try ward off the smell." Hey! hotshot, what's your name?"

The lost man hadn't realized his hygene or appearance. In his mind he didn't think it was important. But now he realized the smell and how bad he looked. He was quite embarrassed.

This made the lost man glance hard at the talkitive one. " You'll know mine when I know your's." The lost man answered.

The lost man blinked and felt the barrel pressing against his forehead over all his hair. The talkitive one smiled." So you want to know my name? Huh? Alright, I'm Dax Bak and this is my friend Vee Noixikira XXXIV. Now, who are you? Answer now! We don't want your brains on these streets!" Dax said in a cold tone.

The lost man smiled because he didn't even who he was. But if they wanted a name or something call him, and that's what they would get." Micheal." Picking the first word that came to mind.

Dax rested his weapon as he sets it down. Looking very curiously at Micheal. " Alright, Micheal. Vee! What should we do with, Micheal, here?" Dax asked.

Vee opened his eyes as peered at Micheal and looked back at Dax. " ... Let him tag along." Vee's few words.

Dax was surprised that Vee ever acknowledged him. He never does. " Alright Vee. If you think so. Micheal! You could come with us. But tomorrow you gotta get washed and haircut, alright?" Dax waited for an answer.

Micheal didn't say a word, only nodded in agreement.

Micheal found Dax to be a little comical in speech and movements. Vee didn't say a word. He felt an urge to know Vee, Micheal kept a close eye on him.

They started down the street. Dax led the way. The others not far behind. Dark characters with white eyes gazed at the trio as they walked. Micheal felt a little worried by this. He looked to the others, see how they would handle this. Dax had his chin way up. Vee eyes closed and head down. They continued walking.

Suddenly! Dax ducked, Vee quickly took his sword. The bullet smashed and was quickly ate away by the acid of Vee's sword. Dax fired constantly without taking aim. Micheal only watched, wondering what was happening.

Faint sounds of retreating foot steps. Vee snapped open his eye-lids and leaped high into the air. He fell into the pitch black lane where the shot came from. Sounds of a struggle as the gunner flew to the feet of Dax. Quickly, Dax grabbed the gunner by the neck as he pulled on onto his feet. Taking his other arm to make the grip even more tighter.

Vee immerged out of the pitch black lane, swinging his sword as he was eager for a challenge. He walked to join the others as the street was completely empty. Vee uttered the words, " Low ranked Develite... ".

Micheal rised a brow at Vee's words. Realizing that the man that tried to kill Dax was a Develite. The one Dax holds in his very hands.

Develites are Bounty Hunters, not as advanced as the Nenizoikira but more expendable. They are humanoid. Their home planet was destroyed by a supernova. Once trained as the United Universe's private army rather there would be any rebellion. Ever since the Requiem Government took over, the Develites' combat skills prove very useful as bounty hunter and assassins.

Dax threw the Develite down to the ground with great force. Holding his barrel at the forehead of the Develite. The Develite spoke the words," You wouldn't be so hot with your Nenizoikira as a body guard, Cambreian." With those words, the Develite laughed loudly.

Angerly, Dax pulled the trigger. A loud bang followed. The barrel was warm with a hazy smoke. Blood spelt onto the cement of the street and the Develite fell to the ground, died. The thud of his body echoed.

Pulling the barrel to himself. He blew the smoke away as he relaxed it. Like nothing happened, Dax continued walking as did Vee. But Micheal wanted an explanation. Micheal ran beside Dax, asking what was going on. Dax gladly told him.

Dax is a Cambreian, from the planet Cambro, in the small town of Leafpoint. Cambro is a planet filled with plains and flat lands all over the planet, green grass covered it. It is an ideal place for farmlands and grazing lands. Cambro supplied the entire universe with fruits, vegetables, meat products, and dairy products. Dax was a farmer, until the annual KORG Trials came to Cambro.

KORG is the Knights Of Requiem Government. KORG travels the systems and planets to select ten top young men of the planet. They join KORG and serve the Requiem Government until they are dismissed from the order or betray the order.

Dax completed the Trials and ranked second on Cambro. He was quickly taken into the order. Trained and learned weapons, unarmed combat, and tactical strategies. He served well and great.

But he was quickly discharged from his drunken behaviour. On Melcona he found a home. He met Vee. With all his training, he made it as a decent bounty hunter and enforces under his own law.

Micheal quickly asked about Vee. " What is Vee?" He asked, and Dax gladly answered.

Vee is a Nenizoikira. A race of deadly and fierce assassins. The best in the universe. The clothes he wears are the appropriate garments of a Nenizi. A Nenizi is the greatest of all Nenizoikira.

His green acidic oozy sword was a gift from Macalorea. Made out of bitumen which the acid could not eat at. And glands that absorbthe air to produce the acid. Macalorea only makes swords for the best swordsman in the universe. He is very old man, some think he has died.

To be Nenizi, the Nenizoikira must undergo a five day tournement. All young Nenizoikira attend the tournement and only one becomes the Elite Nenzi. It is held each year on Nenizeon.

Nenizeon was destroyed by the United Universe. President Saul ordered the Sinister Wolf to have it destroyed. For the Nenizoikira rebelled against him. It was easily destoryed and the Nenizoikira live in Colonies scattered across the universe.

Walking down the empty and dark streets. Two moons up in the sky, were almost right over each other. Only the bright lights of Melcona shines a path for the Outlaws.

Soon they came across an abandon building. The outside layer was torn down. Inside is so much rubble covering the floor. Behind the rubble are two thin pieces of cloth. Some pots, shells and bullets, and shards of glass.

Their stomachs empty. They feel its getting cold. Micheal realizing there's piece of cloth for him to cover up in. Dax looks to Micheal," Its not pretty, its the price we pay for living this way."

Dax and Vee take their cloths and cover up in them. Their heads lay flat on the gravel ground. Eyes weighing down onto them as they slowly close them. They begin to sleep.

Dax's words fill Micheal with a deep sorrow. The word that came to Micheal's name was 'pathetic'. Their horrible behaviour reflected their life they lead. They are homeless, sleeping on the ground with no proper blankets. Their stomachs empty with no food to eat. Life is hard.

Micheal found himself staring at Dax and Vee as they lie asleep. Crossing his arms as it starts to turn too cold. He walks out of their lousy shelter. Stepping into a dark lane. Looking around, seeing endless lanes of trash and cement. The sight of such filfthiness, he looks up. His eyes widen as he sees a string attached to each building. He spots blankets, a lot of them.

He wanted the blankets real bad, but there was no physical way he could reach them. The desire builded inside Micheal. Suddenly, a wind blew the blankets off of the string and they lifted down into Micheal's hands.

So happy he ran back to Dax's shelter. He seen Vee but not Dax. He placed one blanket for himself. Another one for Vee.

Looking for Dax, Micheal heard sounds. They came from the outside of the shelter. He searched the four corners of their shelter. No luck the first three, but the last he spotted Dax leaning against the wall.

Dax seemed to be staring at a worn, ripped photograph. He didn't sense anyone nearby as Micheal peeks his left eye out of the corner as he watched Dax. He concluded it must be, his family? Or his two sisters? Micheal wondered.

The photograph shown two girls. One to look to be only eight or ten years old. The other to be in her early twenties. Four minutes he sat their staring into the photograph.

Suddenly! A piece of stone was shot off from the building where Micheal's eyes peeked out from. The barrel smokes as Dax blows the smoke away. He rested his rifle as he lowered it.

Surprisingly, Micheal wasn't frightened as he thought he'd be. He saw the bullet when it left the barrel, flying through the air, and blowing off the pieces of stone. For him, this all seemed slowed down and time went longer. What is Micheal?

" Come out, Micheal. I knew you were watching," Dax said solemnly in a clear tone.

Micheal snorted as he expected Dax to be at least this good for being this KORG. But not as great as Vee in comparisions. He stepped out of his hiding place and was in plain sight. Walking towards Dax as he sled to his bottom as Dax sat.

Micheal's feeling of asking about the photograph was too late. As Dax started on about the photo he held.

The younger girl was his little sister, his only sibling. Her is name was Missie. She was seven years old, now. She was four when Dax left to be a knight of KORG. She had dark brown long-fine hair, crystal blue eyes, and beautiful dresses.

The older woman was his soon to be wife, Unifimerice Baylow. Her name is "Unicorn", or at least, thats what he called her. She perfers "Uni".Telling Micheal that they used to call her, Marie in her youth. That changed when he left for KORG. She couldn't go along with him when they took him away. She was nineteen when he left, she is now twenty-two. She had light brown long-fine hair, attention-grabbing eyes, beautiful shaped body, spiritual in nature, and very smart. Dax loved her.

It wrecks his heart to have left her behind. He would wonder what it be like if he had stayed and had never underwent the Trials. And has she forgotten everything about Dax? Or even have a shred of love left for him? This consumed Dax at night in his dreams.

A conflict with wanting to be a hero and being in-love waged war inside his heart. He wanted to be a KORG all his life. To be a hero among his people, to be like Samuel Axe. All his years, he served for KORG, and a true hero in the eyes of the Cambreians. A statue of him resides in Cambro's greatest city in town square.

But in the years that Uni and Dax knew each other. There was intense feeling that prevented either of them to tell each how they feel. They would kiss and spend nights awake, staring at the moon on Cambro till the sun came up.

Unicorn always had boys all over her, but she was never taken and never declared her love for Dax. To Dax, they were only very close friends. Pushed by his father into the Trial. Only when the Trial was completed. Unicorn poured out her heart for Dax, but it was too late. They took Dax away and they never saw each other again.

Silence as they sat and Dax's story was told.

" I had a son... " The words slipped out of Micheal's mouth.

Looking down, he thought to himself. He felt as young as Dax. How can he have a son? Dax only laughed.

" You look younger than me, under all that fur!" Dax said.

Trying to focus on that feeling that triggered his words. He thought hard. But the feeling was gone. There was nothing he could remember.

Quickly, Dax got to his feet as he rubbed his eyes and scretched out his arms outward. " Well we better get to bed. Tomorrow, you'll be armed and cleaned up," Dax said as he walked off.

Micheal slowly got up and walked into the shelter. Seeing Dax already covered up as he goes to and fro. A warm smile lied on his face as he was fast asleep. Micheal slowly laid down, rolling into his blanket. Closing his eyes and slept.

He opened his eyes. It was bright and colder than it was at night. The ground felt wet as he sat up.

He saw Dax crutched down, holding a shiny new sword. Throwing it to his feet. Micheal only stared at for a second and looked back to Dax. Wondering what he should do with the sword.

" Its your's, cut your bush off and come and find us. We don't mind the smell, so don't worry about it," As Dax walked into the light of day along with Vee.

Micheal looked around. Seeing only rubble and the blankets he set out for his new friends. His sword he was given. It wasn't much, only the blade was freshly wiped and waxed to seem new. A basic handle design with diamonds of yellow. The handle most of been some eight inches long. A small rectangle plate divided the handle from the blade. The blade was small in width, but very long in length. He jammed into the ground and stood along side of it, the handle came to his chest!

Behind him was clothes set out for him. He got him and took a piece of his new wardrobe. It was long black coat. Where the body connected with the sleeves, there was hard like material with shiny metal screws built into the hard part. A brows rose as he smiled at the coat, he liked.

Letting it drop, he grabbed for his shirt and took a look at the baggy pants, very much like Dax's. His own boots would do, for their wasn't any set out for him. He pulled on gloves onto his hands. At the knuckes were more metal shiny screws. The gloves were of leather as the entire coat. He slowly sled on the coat, for the final touches.

The sleeves made his arms look bigger than they really were. His pants covered his boots partially. The coat hanged long on him, as it was inches from the ground. This look suited Micheal.

He took hold of his sword in his right. His left took hold of blade as he shaved his bread away. It scratched and scrapped his skin like sand paper. Cutting away his thick facial hair. Long sheds of hair floated to the ground. He was now clean shaven. So he grabbed pieces of his head hair. Cutting it off with his sword. Picking certain areas of hair he felt that were adequate to his new look. Soon he was done as he wiped his sword clean of hair.

He stepped in front of the mirror set out for anyones use. He seen his reflection. The very first time he gazed at himself. He was stunned by his appearance. Swinging his new sword on each side.

There was an intensity in his eyes. A small chill on the lower spine when you gazed at Micheal. You would feel warm but still have the feeling to keep on your guard around him. Danger and friendly were the feelings he stroke in others that laid eyes onto him.

" That's me, that's Micheal," He said to himself.

He tore himself away from the mirror and set out to find Dax and Vee. Thinking they won't recognize him, even he was surprised and questioned his own appearance. Wondering what they will say when they see him.

So this is what its like to be an Outlaw.