Chapter 1: The Lamour House

[2395 PT]

“Mr. Perkins prepare the Magrift and tell Adam that i won’t be home for a couple of weeks”, said the elderly fellow to a young man who was dressed as a butler, now that’s not your ordinary old gentleman, he has been running the biggest conglomerate on Primos, Alder Corp., for more than two and a half centuries now, Krans J. Lamour.

“As you say Sir”,the butler replies in a Mechanical voice.

After a few minutes Krans walks outside his victorian styled mansion, opens the Magrift with a thought, the magrift was a silver metallic spherical pod, with diameter around five mt., this one was specially made for Krans with one of the rarest metals on Primos, the Retrum, with a very high ability to block telekinetic attacks , as his body starts levitating, he swiftly enters the magrift, and takes off into the sky at blinding speed.

The Lamour House has only two members left, Krans and his son Adam, the butler Perkins being a First Gen. Biological A.I. is also the housekeeper.

Couple of hours after Krans had left, A man wearing dark brown leather jacket enters the mansion , the man is at least 7 ft tall, with heavy body built, jade green eyes, sharp facial features. 

“Good evening Mr Adams, your father has left a message for you, would you like to hear it?” [Mechanical Voice]

“Go ahead”

“Adam i won’t be home for a couple of weeks” [Krans’s Voice].

Suddenly all the lights starts flickering in the mansion.

Alert!Alert! RiftWaves Detected.

 -Analysing Threat Level-  

Threat Level - Low

“Mr Adams, are you aliright?”[Mechanical Voice]

The flickering of lights stops immediately after Perkins interferes with Adams thoughts.

“Yes perkins, thanks” responds Adam in a shaky voice.

Adams P.O.V  

How can he be so selfish, going as far as to make deals with those Greney bastards, they are going to ruin our planet, almost all of the Retrum has been mined by those scumbags. I asked him to just wait for one year, until we set our plans in motion and destroy those vermin’s, why does he have so less faith in us, dammit.

*phew*

Calm down Adam, calm down, he’ doing this for your secure future. Alright, but i’m not gonna stop, a lot people have suffered under the hands of those wretched bastards, we will need to speed up our plans or their will nothing left of Primos to save.

“Perkins, track dad’s magrift, and send me the co-ordinates of his location every hour until he reaches Qwexl City”

Qwexl City, Western H.Q of Greney Race

“Unregistered object approaching from the southern ocean side at high velocity”, reports one of the observer Greney at Western H.Q.

Greneys shares similar features as Humans the only visible difference being their head, as two small horns  protrude from it’s temporal regions, and ability wise the Greneys are superior with as much as ten times more powerful in both psychokinetic, and physical aspects. Their superior ability is one of the reasons any country hasn’t been able to stop them exploiting their resource under the pretence of protecting Humans from other intelligent alien lifeforms.

“The native Human country has denied any connections to the object”

“Make it disappear ”, orders are transmitted mentally to everyone working in observance room.

“Two S.R.C-III missile has been locked and launched”, S.R.C or Spatial Rift Creator missiles are one of reasons the Humans fear Greneys, the missiles creates a spatial rift or tear in fabric of space and sucks everything  within range of 15 meters into nothingness.

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almost one minute after launch

“Objective Complete: Target Sent Into Rift”

At the same time the so called object lands in one of the alleyways of Qwexl City.

“That was such a nice and polite way to greet someone you haven’t seen in long time”, says the object or the man sarcastically as he walks out of alley. 

“On a serious note, Humans have advanced a great deal to be able to handle that kind of technology, guess they are ready get out of their tiny shell”, the man continues his train of thoughts as he gets out of alleyway and enters the main street.

Walking down the street, he notices that people are looking at him with eyes of pity, and then it clicks to him, the one thing that he thought that could never happen to him had happened, his clothes were out of fashion. The man quickly entered closest alleyway and comes out wearing blue jeans and black shirt, similar to what others male humans were wearing. 

After couple of hours of wasted efforts and time for searching a library the man suddenly stops.

“Looks like something fun is happening!”, as he hears sounds of people shouting in a closer proximity, he changes his direction and heads to get source of noise, as he closes the gap between him and commotion, he hears the slogans “Greneys Go Back!!, leave Primos”.

“Surely my ears are ringing, did they say Greney”, the man frowns.

He approaches a young man who was chanting the slogans on top of his lungs from behind and gently taps on his shoulder.

“What!”, the hot blooded youth looks shouts back. 

The man asks in a loud and clear voice “Hello! my dear friend, may I ask who is this Greney you’re asking to leave Primos”.

“Fuck off!! bitch, i don’t have time for idiots”.

The man knowing that he won’t get an answer here looks around trying to find someone who might respond without giving him blessings first, quickly he spots a middle aged woman standing a bit far from the commotion, he walks over to her

“Ma’m can you tell me who these people are asking to leave” 

“Have you been sleeping for the last half century”, the middle aged woman remarks. 

“No, you see I’ve been living on a small island in southern ocean for quite a lot of time because of my research on the beautiful aquatic life.”, the man responds with a flat lie.

“What’s your name son?”

“Ben Alderblaze, I chose it myself”.

“Eh!, anyways if you want to listen the whole story than come inside the bar you see behind me and buy some beers as you’ll need those take in for what you’ll be listening might make you wet your pants”

“Sure”, the man agrees and walks into the bar, although he orders a milk shake.

“Milk shake, seriously , what are u?, a man child, anyways listen, it started five decades ago in year 2345 when those monsters came to Primos, the bright day had turned into the darkest night, they had millions of spaceships surrounding Primos, everybody was on edge, within minutes it was decided by The All Nations Council (ANC) that every country has to be ready to launch a full scale attack and eventually they did went all out, because of their fear, they didn’t know if the enemy was hostile or not and did not wanted to be on the receiving end of an attack, but to their dismay they were not able do any harm to even one of the spaceships, but the most bizarre thing was that there was no retaliation from any of the spaceships. Soon their fleets landed, and luck had it that after a few days there was peaceful a talk between representatives of both sides and a pact was formed, it was decided that they will use some of our resource and  in exchange provide us protection from other extraterrestrial Species”

“Alright! thanks, i’ll be leaving then” the man interjects in between and walks out of the bar.

“That man child, he didn’t even listen to the whole story!”