Story Notes:
Basically, I've been wanting to make a very long lasting series with lots of intrigue and such, and have finally come up with this. I like the story-line behind it, though for now I'm just going to post the first chapter to see just what everyone thinks of it. No sex until later chapters.
Chapter 5: First Contact
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The reinforcements didn't arrive in time. A scout for the Imperial army had arrived to tell that the main force was coming at a dead run. So, Sloan had everyone pull out, leaving the defending force ragged and wartorn. More than two thirds of the population had been wiped out...males, females, even the few kits that were there were gone. By the time Jag and Thunderhead, plus the remaining forces had arrived, they looked on in fury at what was before them.
Bodies from both sides were strewn everywhere, most of the remaining force injured or dieing. Jag wandered through the carnage before something struck him like a shot. "...Syon! Syon, oh shit, Syon, where are you!?" he yelled out, bolting off and running through the swaths of bodies littering the ground, hoping his adoptive son was not among them.
A weak little mewl made him stop and widen his eyes, then turn to spy the body that lay slumped against a tree. He padded over and winced, seeing the long gash that had opened up along the Eevee's left flank from the attack that had sent him reeling. His head was bleeding, scratches everywhere...he looked a horrible sight. But he was breathing, and for that...the Absol was thankful.
He growled as he nuzzled Syon back to wakefulness, the Eevee's eyes blue once more, though red swirled within them like blood in the purest of water. "...Jag..?" He mumbled, lifting his head from his paws with a grimace. "I...saw him..."
Jag tilted his head. "...saw who?"
The Eevee grinned slightly, blood staining his teeth pink. "My father..." His eyes slowly closed then, as he slumped back down...blacking out from loss of blood and fatigue. Jag just stared, then sighed and shook his head slowly, picking up the body of his adoptive son and carrying him away.
Syon was left in the den, curled up, and a medic left to tend to his wounds while Jag went in search of two people he needed most. Ruby, and Arcanis. He found both of them laying together, surrounded by a couple dozen corpses, none of which were allied. The Absol waded through them, and nudged the two with a paw to wake them up. Jaws snapped at where his paw had been a moment ago, before two pairs of tired eyes looked up to regard him.
Arcanis spoke first. "Jag...damnit, took you long enough..." He growled out, slowly staggering to his paws. Having not fought in years had left him a little rusty... "Status report." He commanded.
"It's not good Arcanis." The Absol said, taking a seat and sighing. "Most everyone is dead, and those damn cowards ran before we got here." He shook his head. "They killed everyone they could...males, females...even our offspring."
The two fire types bristled slightly, Ruby piping up before her commander could get a word in edge-wise. "What of Syon? Is he alright?"
Jag nodded. "He fought...and is still alive, though he took some nasty looking cuts." The Absol, right now, wasn't sure to be enraged that Syon had fought, or proud that he'd fought and come out alive.
Ruby seemed to relax, if only a little...enough to slump into a sitting position as the adrenaline rushed out of her. "Good...at least that's one life that's still going." She whispered, looking towards the Azurill's corpse, the one that was Syon's first kill...
Jag sighed. "I can't believe he fought...he knew he couldn't win against something, he's not even evolved yet."
Arcanis just smiled tiredly. "Oh he fought, and won..." He pointed with his big black nose towards the water type's corpse. "That there is his first kill...or as far as I know it is. He charged directly into the fray afterwards and fought just as well as any of our most skilled warriors."
Jag managed a smile and nodded. "If you'll excuse me sir...I'm going to go tend to my son." And with that, he saluted, and made his way back to the den, where an Espeon, bloodied herself, was tending to the young Eevee.
She looked up at him and gave a tired smile. "He's going to be fine. Just might walk funny for awhile."
Jag nodded and lowered himself down beside his son, a slow sigh emitting from his nose as he watched the Espeon work. The needle and thread raised and fell as if being pulled by an invisible hand, the psychic type doing her work perfectly despite her obvious exhaustion. Once all of the Eevee's wounds had been stitched, she cut the line, bowed out, and went to help the next patient needing attention.
Syon stirred then and blinked open his blue eyes, turning them to look up at the Absol and smiling a little. "Wish...you could've seen me..." He whispered raggedly, his throat raw from the blood and shouting. "I even...got my first...kill..."
The dark type just nodded. "Shut up Syon, and get some rest...don't think that I'm going to go easy on you just because you're wounded."
The Eevee nodded and closed his eyes, falling back into blissful darkness. That night, he dreamt.
He dreamt that he was walking through a narrow hallway that seemed to almost ripple and pulse. The pulsing grew stronger and more often the further down the hallway he got. Finally, he reached the end of the hallway and his vision was blinded by a bright white light.
When the light faded, he found that he was standing on a platform in sheer nothingness, the world around him black, darker than the darkest night. The platform he stood on was, however, made of an almost blinding white tile in perfect squares that led four paces forward, then six paces of staircase. At the zenith of this platform, were seven pillars with an orb of a different color atop of it. Blue, red, yellow, purple, black, green, and cyan orbs sat atop their pillars, each glowing brightly. In their center was a final, large orb. This one was pitch black, similar to the world around this platform. But, this orb had red swirling around within it.
Syon felt drawn to it, compelled to move closer, his paws carrying him up the steps until he stood before the giant orb. Suddenly a pair of glowing red eyes appeared and glared down at him. Teeth suddenly appeared as well, grinning in a fearsome smile down at the young kit.
"Hello Syon." It said, a powerful, male voice reverberating within his head. The voice was very masculine...deep, powerful, booming, with a slightly gravely undertone. it sounded like Jag's, but it was deeper. Less rasp was present than the Absol's and more...evil?
It was then that Syon awoke, jerking out of his sleep and whipping his head around. He was back home...home...with his father curled up around him. A sleepy Jag glared at the Eevee that had just awoken him from the startled movement, and growled until he went back to sleep. Syon nuzzled the dark type's cheek and burrowed deeper into the snow white fur, making a noise that had never left him: a soft whimper.
He was afraid...though of what, he didn't know. Wasn't it just a dream? Nothing but fantasy? It sure didn't feel like it...
Jag looked down at his son then, having heard the whimper. Was it from pain? Perhaps...except he hadn't flinched at all. So perhaps it was from something else. Ah well. He ignored it, curled a little tighter around the small ball of fluff, and went back to sleep.
The next morning was a busy one...damage control. A job no one really cared for. And the large number of dead bodies demanded mass graves be set up and ceremonies held for each one. Syon had skipped out on the ceremonies, sneaking away from his father and Ruby and limping over to the tree where his father had landed, and where he had last saw him. He pawed at the grass there, staring at it as if his gaze alone would make it catch fire...or freeze, whichever came first.
"Syon!" A voice called out, the Eevee turning his head to look as Ruby approached him. She'd noticed that he'd made his escape, and had gone looking for him. "Why're you here?" She asked, sitting herself down beside him and looking at the patch of ground he'd been glaring at.
"He was here..." Came the small reply, his tail twitching. When Ruby looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, he went on. "My father...I almost killed him."
She paused, then tilted her head. "...I didn't know you wanted Jag dead."
He growled. "Not...not Jag. My real father...Sloan..." Syon sat then and curled his tail around his hips, ears folded back. He was dealing with a lot of mixed emotion right now. Most of him wanted nothing more to do with the Imperial Sloan other than to get another chance at killing him. But now...a little voice in his head was telling him to seek out his father, his real father, and try to live out a normal life.
Ruby looked at the grass as well and splayed her long ears out. "Oh...oh dear." Was all she said before resting a warm paw on the kit's shoulders. "Should I leave you be? I'll tell Jag you don't want to be disturbed."
Syon just nodded slightly. The Flareon licked his cheek gently as she stood, and started to pad off, then stopped when Syon spoke. "What should I do Ruby..?"
She turned to look back at him with her coal black eyes. "Do..?"
He nodded and looked up at her. "I don't...I don't know what to do. I want to stay with Jag and be as strong as he wants me to, but..." The Eevee sighs and looks downcast, his ears splaying as he looks down at the ground. "But I also want..." to be loved? No...he had that here. "...I don't know..." He finished, laying down and resting his head on his forepaws.
Ruby padded back over and lay down beside her adoptive son. "Syon, you can't go to Sloan. The guards will most likely attack you on sight, and probably kill you. He's the one who led the attack, and is responsible for the deaths of our friends and comrades. Jag isn't. He may be cold and heartless at times." She growled faintly, then sighed. "But he's got a soft spot for you, I can tell."
Syon nodded and scoots closer to the warm furred Flareon. "I fought that day..." He whispered to her, then shuddered. "I...I dunno if I wanna fight again."
Ruby smiled slightly and allowed herself to curl up around the younger Eevee, nuzzling lightly into his recently groomed fur. "Don't worry Syon, you'll get used to the bloodshed eventually. We all had to. You fought wonderfully...especially for your first time in actual combat."
But the Eevee hadn't heard her. The moment her warmth surrounded his body, he'd drifted off to sleep. This time, his dreams weren't filled with that nightmarish figure, but instead of something more pleasant, and more horrible at the same time. He dreamt...of an Absol, Sloan, and a green ringed Umbreon, playing with their newborn blue eyed Eevee, all three happy and laughing...not a care in the world.
The reinforcements didn't arrive in time. A scout for the Imperial army had arrived to tell that the main force was coming at a dead run. So, Sloan had everyone pull out, leaving the defending force ragged and wartorn. More than two thirds of the population had been wiped out...males, females, even the few kits that were there were gone. By the time Jag and Thunderhead, plus the remaining forces had arrived, they looked on in fury at what was before them.
Bodies from both sides were strewn everywhere, most of the remaining force injured or dieing. Jag wandered through the carnage before something struck him like a shot. "...Syon! Syon, oh shit, Syon, where are you!?" he yelled out, bolting off and running through the swaths of bodies littering the ground, hoping his adoptive son was not among them.
A weak little mewl made him stop and widen his eyes, then turn to spy the body that lay slumped against a tree. He padded over and winced, seeing the long gash that had opened up along the Eevee's left flank from the attack that had sent him reeling. His head was bleeding, scratches everywhere...he looked a horrible sight. But he was breathing, and for that...the Absol was thankful.
He growled as he nuzzled Syon back to wakefulness, the Eevee's eyes blue once more, though red swirled within them like blood in the purest of water. "...Jag..?" He mumbled, lifting his head from his paws with a grimace. "I...saw him..."
Jag tilted his head. "...saw who?"
The Eevee grinned slightly, blood staining his teeth pink. "My father..." His eyes slowly closed then, as he slumped back down...blacking out from loss of blood and fatigue. Jag just stared, then sighed and shook his head slowly, picking up the body of his adoptive son and carrying him away.
Syon was left in the den, curled up, and a medic left to tend to his wounds while Jag went in search of two people he needed most. Ruby, and Arcanis. He found both of them laying together, surrounded by a couple dozen corpses, none of which were allied. The Absol waded through them, and nudged the two with a paw to wake them up. Jaws snapped at where his paw had been a moment ago, before two pairs of tired eyes looked up to regard him.
Arcanis spoke first. "Jag...damnit, took you long enough..." He growled out, slowly staggering to his paws. Having not fought in years had left him a little rusty... "Status report." He commanded.
"It's not good Arcanis." The Absol said, taking a seat and sighing. "Most everyone is dead, and those damn cowards ran before we got here." He shook his head. "They killed everyone they could...males, females...even our offspring."
The two fire types bristled slightly, Ruby piping up before her commander could get a word in edge-wise. "What of Syon? Is he alright?"
Jag nodded. "He fought...and is still alive, though he took some nasty looking cuts." The Absol, right now, wasn't sure to be enraged that Syon had fought, or proud that he'd fought and come out alive.
Ruby seemed to relax, if only a little...enough to slump into a sitting position as the adrenaline rushed out of her. "Good...at least that's one life that's still going." She whispered, looking towards the Azurill's corpse, the one that was Syon's first kill...
Jag sighed. "I can't believe he fought...he knew he couldn't win against something, he's not even evolved yet."
Arcanis just smiled tiredly. "Oh he fought, and won..." He pointed with his big black nose towards the water type's corpse. "That there is his first kill...or as far as I know it is. He charged directly into the fray afterwards and fought just as well as any of our most skilled warriors."
Jag managed a smile and nodded. "If you'll excuse me sir...I'm going to go tend to my son." And with that, he saluted, and made his way back to the den, where an Espeon, bloodied herself, was tending to the young Eevee.
She looked up at him and gave a tired smile. "He's going to be fine. Just might walk funny for awhile."
Jag nodded and lowered himself down beside his son, a slow sigh emitting from his nose as he watched the Espeon work. The needle and thread raised and fell as if being pulled by an invisible hand, the psychic type doing her work perfectly despite her obvious exhaustion. Once all of the Eevee's wounds had been stitched, she cut the line, bowed out, and went to help the next patient needing attention.
Syon stirred then and blinked open his blue eyes, turning them to look up at the Absol and smiling a little. "Wish...you could've seen me..." He whispered raggedly, his throat raw from the blood and shouting. "I even...got my first...kill..."
The dark type just nodded. "Shut up Syon, and get some rest...don't think that I'm going to go easy on you just because you're wounded."
The Eevee nodded and closed his eyes, falling back into blissful darkness. That night, he dreamt.
He dreamt that he was walking through a narrow hallway that seemed to almost ripple and pulse. The pulsing grew stronger and more often the further down the hallway he got. Finally, he reached the end of the hallway and his vision was blinded by a bright white light.
When the light faded, he found that he was standing on a platform in sheer nothingness, the world around him black, darker than the darkest night. The platform he stood on was, however, made of an almost blinding white tile in perfect squares that led four paces forward, then six paces of staircase. At the zenith of this platform, were seven pillars with an orb of a different color atop of it. Blue, red, yellow, purple, black, green, and cyan orbs sat atop their pillars, each glowing brightly. In their center was a final, large orb. This one was pitch black, similar to the world around this platform. But, this orb had red swirling around within it.
Syon felt drawn to it, compelled to move closer, his paws carrying him up the steps until he stood before the giant orb. Suddenly a pair of glowing red eyes appeared and glared down at him. Teeth suddenly appeared as well, grinning in a fearsome smile down at the young kit.
"Hello Syon." It said, a powerful, male voice reverberating within his head. The voice was very masculine...deep, powerful, booming, with a slightly gravely undertone. it sounded like Jag's, but it was deeper. Less rasp was present than the Absol's and more...evil?
It was then that Syon awoke, jerking out of his sleep and whipping his head around. He was back home...home...with his father curled up around him. A sleepy Jag glared at the Eevee that had just awoken him from the startled movement, and growled until he went back to sleep. Syon nuzzled the dark type's cheek and burrowed deeper into the snow white fur, making a noise that had never left him: a soft whimper.
He was afraid...though of what, he didn't know. Wasn't it just a dream? Nothing but fantasy? It sure didn't feel like it...
Jag looked down at his son then, having heard the whimper. Was it from pain? Perhaps...except he hadn't flinched at all. So perhaps it was from something else. Ah well. He ignored it, curled a little tighter around the small ball of fluff, and went back to sleep.
The next morning was a busy one...damage control. A job no one really cared for. And the large number of dead bodies demanded mass graves be set up and ceremonies held for each one. Syon had skipped out on the ceremonies, sneaking away from his father and Ruby and limping over to the tree where his father had landed, and where he had last saw him. He pawed at the grass there, staring at it as if his gaze alone would make it catch fire...or freeze, whichever came first.
"Syon!" A voice called out, the Eevee turning his head to look as Ruby approached him. She'd noticed that he'd made his escape, and had gone looking for him. "Why're you here?" She asked, sitting herself down beside him and looking at the patch of ground he'd been glaring at.
"He was here..." Came the small reply, his tail twitching. When Ruby looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, he went on. "My father...I almost killed him."
She paused, then tilted her head. "...I didn't know you wanted Jag dead."
He growled. "Not...not Jag. My real father...Sloan..." Syon sat then and curled his tail around his hips, ears folded back. He was dealing with a lot of mixed emotion right now. Most of him wanted nothing more to do with the Imperial Sloan other than to get another chance at killing him. But now...a little voice in his head was telling him to seek out his father, his real father, and try to live out a normal life.
Ruby looked at the grass as well and splayed her long ears out. "Oh...oh dear." Was all she said before resting a warm paw on the kit's shoulders. "Should I leave you be? I'll tell Jag you don't want to be disturbed."
Syon just nodded slightly. The Flareon licked his cheek gently as she stood, and started to pad off, then stopped when Syon spoke. "What should I do Ruby..?"
She turned to look back at him with her coal black eyes. "Do..?"
He nodded and looked up at her. "I don't...I don't know what to do. I want to stay with Jag and be as strong as he wants me to, but..." The Eevee sighs and looks downcast, his ears splaying as he looks down at the ground. "But I also want..." to be loved? No...he had that here. "...I don't know..." He finished, laying down and resting his head on his forepaws.
Ruby padded back over and lay down beside her adoptive son. "Syon, you can't go to Sloan. The guards will most likely attack you on sight, and probably kill you. He's the one who led the attack, and is responsible for the deaths of our friends and comrades. Jag isn't. He may be cold and heartless at times." She growled faintly, then sighed. "But he's got a soft spot for you, I can tell."
Syon nodded and scoots closer to the warm furred Flareon. "I fought that day..." He whispered to her, then shuddered. "I...I dunno if I wanna fight again."
Ruby smiled slightly and allowed herself to curl up around the younger Eevee, nuzzling lightly into his recently groomed fur. "Don't worry Syon, you'll get used to the bloodshed eventually. We all had to. You fought wonderfully...especially for your first time in actual combat."
But the Eevee hadn't heard her. The moment her warmth surrounded his body, he'd drifted off to sleep. This time, his dreams weren't filled with that nightmarish figure, but instead of something more pleasant, and more horrible at the same time. He dreamt...of an Absol, Sloan, and a green ringed Umbreon, playing with their newborn blue eyed Eevee, all three happy and laughing...not a care in the world.