A/N: Alright, this is my first sci-fi type story, so go easy on me. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Constructive criticism is always helpful!

A fiery Nova,

Rolling over,

Blasting in to space,

A blazing comet,

spires upon it,

Your stelanarious face,

Wake me up, Shake me up, Race me to the stars,

So much to know so far to go the galaxy is ours.

The Galaxy is Ours my girl

The Galaxy is Ours.

CHAPTER 1:

Coorain eased the Londoner into the dock and flipped several switches to stabilize the ship and lock it into its station. He had to meet the Fuhrer to be briefed on his next mission. He heard his temporary crew hurrying back and forth outside the hatch finishing up the last few procedures and preparing themselves to disembark the Londoner for the last time. He got up from his chair and adjusted his dark black uniform. He had to go directly to the Fuhrer after he finished up here so he had already changed out of his regular clothes. Coorain walked through the ship checking last minute details until he was convinced all was in order. He had spoken with the crew as a group before they had begun to prepare to dock, but he said a few last good-byes. He had been traveling with this crew for a few weeks now and while he rarely got close to anyone he respected them all as hard working individuals who were good at their jobs, even the few who were new to the military and were serving their first tour were enthusiastic and easy to work with.

Coorain punched in his code when he reached the door and felt the blast of contained air hit his face as he stepped into the corridor. He stopped to look out one of the large windows and into the endless sea of stars that made up “space”. It was beautiful, but oddly cold. Very unlike the warm sunlight of Earth and a few other planets he had visited recently on this last tour of duty. He heard the distant hiss of thrusters as another ship docked in a nearby port. He glanced over to see which plane it was. It was in fact two small X-7s. They were both trying to simultaneously dock at the same port. Technically there was room for both ships to dock because they were so small, but it would require pilots of considerable skill and they would have to be so much in tune with what the other was thinking it was practically impossible. There were only a few pilot-pairs that could perform such a maneuver and as far as he knew all were stationed far from this base. This must be two hotshot upstarts who wanted to show off a bit. He waited for the inevitable screech of metal as the two X-7s collided. Hopefully the idiots would realize that they were not going to be able to pull this off without many more years of experience, if ever, before they got into a serious crash.

Much to Coorain’s surprise the two X-7s slid completely synchronized into the dock. The two ships were less than a foot apart, their aerodynamic wing tips almost brushing. Coorain was impressed; he hadn’t ever seen anyone pull it off so brilliantly. As he saw the two pilots disembark, Coorain knew exactly who they were. The first to appear out of the carefully molded aluminum was a tall, lanky guy with a startling shock of fire colored hair. He was obviously athletic and he carried himself with an easy predatorial grace. Affixed on the left bicep of his black jacket was a small, embroidered depiction of leaping flames. This meant he was a member of the Fire Sector of the Devas Guild, a Guild that every person in the current worlds, belong to. Behind him came a dark haired woman. She was scant inches shorter than her fire haired companion and was also athletically muscular. She had a loose, balanced, flowing gait that reminded Coorain of running water, softly rolling, unpredictable, and adaptable. The pair was subconsciously in step with each other, each pair of long legs moving in a flawless synchronized grace with the other. There was no doubt in Coorain’s mind that this was Fintan and Rayne, the famed Ordinarii. The two were very well known through the galaxy crews and while they were friendly, no one ever learned anything about their past or even much about their present. They had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere about seven years previous. Coorain had just been a new lieutenant at the time, and had just turned twenty when the tales started. People had started talking about the two children one with fire hair and the other with ocean eyes, who had appeared at the Alpha Academy. The pair had refused to be separated for more than a short time and had obviously suffered quite some trauma, both physical and mental. The pair had blown away the supervising officers with the their combat abilities and the way the two had paired together. They had been able to know exactly what the other was doing without looking. They worked with invisible signals and appeared almost telepathic. Separately they were fierce fighters, each with their own individual styles, but when they were together they became a so far indestructible fighting force. Coorain pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned back down the corridor. He had to meet the Fuhrer, but he would try and meet this wonder pair later on. He was curious as to what they were doing here. Judging from the fact they were flying X-7s, crafts know for their speed and which were usually used for carrying missives, they had an important message for someone. It would have to be someone very important if they had sent the Ordinarii to do deliver it, meaning the message was probably for the Fuhrer. He would have to make some inquiries. He had his own goals and plans within the military and such information could prove useful at a later date. He reached the Fuhrer’s office and once again punched in his code. The secretary notified the Fuhrer that he had arrived. The door opened and Coorain stood to attention. Instead of the Fuhrer coming out though a small body came flying out of the room and collided with Coorain. Skinny arms wrapped tightly around his middle in a fierce hug.

“Tristan! Have you been staying out of trouble? I think you’ve grown!” Coorain didn’t notice the Fuhrer walking into the room as he extricated himself from the grasp of the excited eleven-year-old boy.

“Not saluting a superior officer could be ground for a demotion at the very least, Colonel.”

Coorain froze and snapped to attention at the sound of the Fuhrer’s voice. “Apologies, sir!”

Tristan looked up at the Fuhrer through thick, shaggy, brown bangs, his green eyes wide with remorse. “Don’t get mad at Coorain, sir. It was my fault he didn’t salute to you. I was making too much noise and being a distraction,” the boy pleaded with the Fuhrer.

Coorain grinned at the boy’s sorrowful expression. “It’s okay Tristan. You didn’t do any harm,” he assured him.

“Don’t worry, lad, I was just giving Coorain a hard time. I know you haven’t seen him in a long time. Besides, Coorain is my best Colonel. I have great hopes for him. Maybe one day he will take over my position as a Fuhrer. I would hardly demote him for something that trivial.” Tristan’s face immediately brightened at the Fuhrer’s words. “Now, onto business. Coorain, I’m sure you are curious as to why I called you here, and I am also sure you saw the Ordinarii, when they arrived. My reports told me you arrived at the same time,” The Fuhrer continued, referring to Tristan and Rayne.

The Ordinarii was the ancient Roman name for the Gladiator pairs that used to fight at the Coliseum. Someone must have once likened the pair’s fighting style to them once and the name stuck. “Knowing you Coorain, I’m sure you are desperately curious as to why they are here. They will be joining us shortly.”

Coorain wasn’t surprised that the Fuhrer knew that he was curious as to what the Ordinarii were doing here. Coorain knew that he came off a bit cold and detached on the outside but he knew that the Fuhrer was the person who knew what was closest to the truth about him on the inside, with the exception of Tristan of course. The boy had an uncanny ability to sense the true self of a person. Coorain was sure the Furher did not know quite how far his ambitions stretched, or the reasoning behind his drive. The Fuhrer ushered them into his office and bade Coorain sit. Coorain obliged, adjusting the collar of his uniform. It was stiff and uncomfortable. Moments later a hiss and a small flashing light marked the entrance of the Ordinarii, Rayne and Fintan. Coorain watched Tristan studying them out of the corner of his eye; Tristan’s gaze was fixed on Fintan. He had the blank, serene expression on his face that told Coorain that he was “reading” the lanky red head. He would look forward to hearing the boy’s thoughts later. The Ordinarii stood shoulder to shoulder, but where angled ever so slightly in a “V” shape, their brushing shoulders the point of the “V”. They were obviously prepared to rotate into a back-to-back fighting formation at a moments notice. Whether or not this was subconscious for them it was hard to judge. Fintan looked slightly tense, and his facial expression was guarded, his eyes shuttered. Rayne was completely blank and impossible for Coorain to read. The Ordinarii saluted the Fuhrer and obeyed his order to sit. Coorain snuck a glance at Tristan to try and gauge his reaction to the pair. He was sitting back deep in his chair with a thoughtful expression too old for his years. Yes, Coorain would be very interested in what he had to say later on. Coorain turned back and focused on the Fuhrer who was making introductions.

“Now, to the point of this meeting.” The Fuhrer sat forward in his chair and placed his palms flat down on the desk. “I hope I don’t bore you, but I am going to review some history here to make this clearer to you all. We all know by the year 2103, Earth had been almost completely depleted. Humans had destroyed almost everything with their wars. The world population had dropped dramatically to just over one billion. Something had to be done or our entire population would quickly diminish.”

“There was still constant fighting and there was mass famine and drought around the world. The technology and science of the world had luckily begun to advance to the point where humans could safely travel around space. Over the next hundred years they perfected it so that they could travel to two other galaxies as well.”

“The population was still rapidly dropping though, and the Earth’s natural resources had all but died out. Then the Devas Guild was formed. These were a group of scientists who found the first galaxy that could sustain human life. They began the project to move the human race to this new galaxy and then work to restore Earth to its former health without all the human interference. There were five sections of the guild, each representing one of the five elements. There was the hotheaded fire sector, who were spirited, motivated, and out going, “ The Fuhrer nodded his head towards Fintan who wore the insignia of the fire sector on his left sleeve. “The water sector, the charismatic, magnetic, and adaptable,” this time he nodded towards Rayne and her insignia.

“The Earth sector, made up of those who were steadfast, confident, stubborn, and physically strong, such as Tristan and myself. The Wind, or Air sector who were open minded, compassionate, elusive, and wise, like Coorain. Lastly, there was the evasive and independent Aether sector. They were powerful, inventive, and creative thinkers. The sectors worked very well together for a time and all seemed to go according to the plan. Then it turned out there were other types of humans in similar galaxies and there were a series of misunderstandings and the Devas Guild was divided. This threw us into another two hundred year war where our population was depleted even further. At last most of the Devas Guild was reunited, all but those from the Aether sector. They had moved on to a small galaxy that subsequently vanished. We know that it is still there, and the members still exist, but we have never been able to actually make it there. The restoration of Earth has been going as planned up to now, even with the absence of the Aether sector. However, recently we have come up to some problems that we cannot overcome without the knowledge and information the Aether sector took with them. This is where you come in. We need you to find the Aether sector and let us know their location. You do not need to interact with them- this is simply a locate and observe mission.”

“Surely these people are going to be difficult to find or you would have found them long ago. Also, there must have been a specific reason for their departure and refusal to return to the union of the Devas Guild. I also find it strange that you told us we would not have any contact with them. There must be a reason behind that. You said they were intellectually very strong before, but is there more to their strength you are not telling us?” Fintan cut in, slightly surprising Coorain.

The redhead’s eyes were steely and his face set grimly. This boy, for he cannot not be more than nineteen, is very astute and very suspicious, Coorain thought. Again, he wondered about this pair’s history. What had made them so wary?

“Do you have any leads on the whereabouts of the Aether sector? There must be some rumors and you must have already ordered several searches.” Coorain asked the Fuhrer.

The Furher nodded at both of them. “Fintan, you are astute. The Aether sector was always made up with brilliant minds and over-achievers. As you know those in each sector have over time evolved to even further represent the sector they named themselves after. Science has not, as of yet, explained this. Look around you. Your partner Rayne represents the mentality and physical features almost perfectly. You can see just by looking at her with her dark hair, blue eyes, and mannerisms that her sector is water. You yourself with your fiery attitude and red hair represents fire in every way. In looks there are some exceptions but in attitude there never is. With the Aether sector we have no way of knowing how far they have evolved or what exactly they have become. Without knowing where they are we have no way of knowing what they have faced and they may have become very hostile. We will not risk you actually interacting with them before we have more information. Coorain, yes there are rumors, but we have found them difficult to pin down. You will all receive a file with more specific lead information. It is a bit too extensive for me to list verbally right now. I am sure you all came a long way with little notice to get here for this meeting though, so we will adjourn temporarily and I hope you all will join me for a meal later on and we can continue to work out the plan for this mission. We will meet again eighteen hundred hours in the 2D private dining hall. Dismissed.”

The Fuhrer watched the four of them leave. They were four very different people, and yet they all had their own special talents and he believed each one could easily move to the top. Coorain was a brilliant mind with high ambitions. Tristan was a genious with mechanics and the Fuhrer was sure under Coorain’s tutulage he too would be a candidite for the top office. The Ordinarii were still a bit of an unknown. They both were brilliant fighters and talented pilots, and the bond between them was remarkable. No one seemed to have ever found out anything about their past but there was obviously a big secret there. The Fuhrer smiled suddenly. Yes, he thought. This group here could be the start of something incredible.

Coorain stood along with Tristan, Fintan, and Rayne and saluted the Fuhrer. Rayne and Fintan headed back to their ships to reclaim their gear. Coorain headed to the cafeteria with Tristan. He was a growing boy with a bottomless put stomach and therefore was hungry again. Coorain relaxed as he stood in the line and listened to the boy’s chatter. It was good to be back. It had been almost five months He was very fond of Tristan, he had taken the boy under hi swing when the orphan had first arrived at he base, almost six years previous. The boy was young but very smart and was a whiz mechanic. Coorain was surprised the Fuhrer was sending the boy along with them, as he was still very young, but he was confident Tristan could handle it. His ability to read people, his mechanical genius, and the fact that a young boy would be more inconspicuous could prove very valuable later on.

Coorain looked fondly at the boy who was now digging heartily into his soup. It was one of the few things you could get on any planet, though having meat in it was still quite rare. Tristan slurped loudly at the bowl and Coorain admonished him gently about his manners. He never had a little brother but he always had imagined a brother being like Tristan when he had been growing up. He’s not so little anymore though, Coorain reminded himself. He was almost twelve and starting to grow like a weed.

Suddenly Tristan looked up at Coorain, his face serious. “They are difficult to read, Coorain. The guy with the red hair, Fintan, is as difficult to read as you are. I couldn’t get much from him other than he was worried about Rayne when the Fuhrer mentioned the Aether sector. I couldn’t find out why but there is definitely some memory and something he knows about it that made him fear for Rayne. I have never felt a stronger link between to people. As for Rayne, I got nothing. She is completely closed to me. It is like looking at the ocean. It is perfectly clam, but you can’t see what lies at the bottom and the deep but you know that it is an immeasurable force and it can go from dead calm to raging seas in an instant.”

Coorain pondered this for a moment. “Alright, good work. Keep an eye on them will you? There is too little known about them. They are still a wild card. They could be strong allies or dangerous enemies, but I need to know more about their intentions before I make a move.

A/N: I am reworking this story a little bit, and I decided it was better in the Romance section than the Sci-Fi section. It is a Sci-Fi story, but Romance plays a huge part in the story. More of that to come. Please review, I am eager to improve and critiques are helpful. Even if you hate it, I just ask that you tell my what you hate. Thanks! (I will be continuing my Prince Charming story, but I am still working on the plot and the next couple of chapters of that. I should have something more either this weekend, or next week. I have exams this week so I am a bit swamped.)