The terraforming, creation and discovery of Terra Prima was the best things that humans had accomplished. Terra Prima provided more resources for the people of the Greater Universe. She was what human needed for their development she had more resources for their growth. Human greed with Terra Prima’s access and her danger, set healthy parameters. Constraints facilitating growth. Humans home world would have been considered a nursery level world. The tiers following a pattern of Primitive, Nursery, Beginner, Moderate, Elite, Dragon. Meanwhile under similar classifications Terra Prima was a moderate world, with zones that made a nursery planets level of dangers look like a cabinet with child locks. Allowing for the discovery and creation of more novel substances. So once feeling like they were starting over from the stone age, humans had to unite to manage the dangers of this new context to their species survival. Humans did not unite. Human’s could never unite.
It had been long since Elliot had seen any level of vegetation that wasn’t a gray-like muted colors. The ‘colorful flora’ of the sub-Neo-Antarctic floor was only color for a land that hit temperatures that solidified nitrogen on its mountain peaks. When Elliot entered onto one of the Ice-splitters subs he was quickly falling back in love with his life filled planet. The arial auroras, sang across the sky with the dancing rainbow eels diving through the magnofluorescent flora painting the sky. The magnetic field of the planet directing the floras floating swirling travel. Looking out over the coast he saw the purple palms of the Shino continent. After months this was a welcome sight.
“Your strong for a man.” The sultry feminine voice he now knew as Liena.” But we still have much to talk about.” Liena was not as vicious as she came off. Liena was kind to the wait staff and the servants of the submarine. But anyone else was given a discontented emotionless scowl.
Elliot had seen her smile, and a such beautiful thing it was. Liena smiled at the food in front of her. Her papabile for a moment. Her attention was averted from her meal when she felt a pair of eyes on her, she had quicky refracted some light over a knife that she as swiftly sailed through the air near his ear. The ship crew would have told him not to look at her, but when they noticed the knife disappear, they assumed it was too late. But when it didn’t even slice his uniform but lay bent on the ground, they’re concerned moved from his safety to theirs. This crew has seen a lot of weird things with Liena and her temper but they knew she wouldn’t do anything to drastic with the admiral on board. They did not want to see what the mysterious man that could take an ice shelf down, bend a knife in mid air would do if spoken to wrong. There expectations were further subverted when he bent the knife back into shape and walked towards her. Liena scowled.
“Hey Li, I think you dropped something!”, while Elliot walked towards her with a wry grin.
“I think I did” She smiled at him again. The parasite of charisma that Elliot was had started to grow on her. Last night he had walked in on her sparring with a dummy in the martial room. Elliot made a snide remark about her stance, which turned to a bet, then fighting. By the end of it they had laid spent on the floor speaking after sparring till 3 am. Liena did want to take a loss so she decided to keep storming with Elliot and his perpetual chuckling and stupid grin.
“Well, are you not going to thank such a nice gentleman for helping you out.”
“Well, are you going to keep
talking like a douche-bag that didn’t get his head pet enough as a child, pretty boy”
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“So, you think I’m pretty” Elliot sat down with her.
“Yah I do” Liena said with a sultry grin as she pulled his collar. Pulling him closer. The crew men at this point were silent in shock of what was going on. ‘Did this average loser successfully seduce Liena the Witch’, they questioned.
“Oh Wow! Really that’s amazing Li! I really have been trying, I even wore my best uniform today!” Elliot exclaimed dripping sarcasm. Liena at this point had her hand around his necks and collar, slightly twirling his beard a little. Although with a quick jerk she grasped the back of his head. Elliot’s skin flaring at the attention. She attempted to slam his nose into the table. While Elliot took the momentum to pull her elbow cross the table, instead redirecting her intentions to slam his forehead into her shoulder socket. Reaching out he grabbed the loosened arm, twisting it and pulling her into a headlock. The tensions held and then dropped as they erupted into laughter. A rasp slammed the ground as an elephant’s thunder of feet scampered to attention.
“We are a league from the shore. We’ll move from there to the extraction point. Understood?”
“Understood!” The cacophony of brutal voices shouted. Elliot had yet to understand what was next for him to do. He did not know if he was with friend or foe but after finding a Circe, he more wanted to know what that meant. He and Liena had spent many of the long nights traversing the waters of combat, but their conversations mainly consisted of technique, form, or talking about their abilities of which Elliot said he had no understanding of, but their discourse did seem to help him to completely understand that the energies he felt was magick. A force that allowed Linea to manipulate light refraction. Linea had yet to talk about the Circe but this was what Elliot expected, as Elliot still assumed it to be a secret society.
“You two come with me, we’re heading this expedition.” It was Caesar speaking the Hawaiian shirt guy.
“Sounds great get us guns.” Linea was quick to respond to Caesar.
“Wait, where are we going?” Elliot was still confused as to the abruptness of the situation. He had been enjoying his time in the sub but he knew that was not to last. He just didn’t know what was next in the sequecence of events. Nothing had gone how he planned. I was as thought they just sent a small squad to Neo-Antarctica to pick him up. Elliot had expected a fight and in a weird way Elliot wanted to know if he could take down a helicarrier, like Brouge. He wondered about what his abilities could be and what he could do. Brouge seemed to manipulate pressures. Linea could refract light. Caesar was something to with air. He seemed to have good refection and sometimes things wouldn’t hit him, but it didn’t seem to be as clear cut as all the other people he had met. Elliot recalled his time on the Titan project and how they wanted him to see if they take and imbed Brouge’s gene into stem cells. I was a failure every time, the stem cells would just be Brouge cells. Never The Brick Brouge, they could grow eyes and hearts in the printers that worked like normal, but all the organs they made would just be baseline human organs, never super solider. It was a project that just seemed like it burnt cash. Elliot understood that something was different. That when he interacted with that Horned-whale that its golden oil its bone produced changed something about him, it awaked something already there a second heart.
For the meantime Elliot did not mind the power boost, he could do things like his sister Talia always wished to, now he was the super solider, not just a future one’s sparring partner. He knew that he had to make the most of this for his sister. He had a duty to her and to not do her death justice before she accomplished her dreams would be like destroying her memory. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile once more, to finish something she wanted for herself. He would proudly hold this mantle and responsibility for his sister.
“Get your sorry a*s ready to get off this rock were going out on to better places, where dreams are more than princesses and dragons” Caesar’s accent was scary and pointed. The man’s admiral coat gone. Caesar looked like a man about to go on vacation. His loose shirt buffeting in an unseen breeze, that rippled in excitement. The palm branches on it look like it was in hurricane winds.