In Command part 1
Title: In Command
Author: Jude
Email: Miss_Incognito4@live.co.uk
Rating: Rated for heavy violence in later chapters.
Category: Blank LOL
Content: No pairing as in there's no smut
Summary: A fanfic about Galaxy Online 2, a game I'm addicted too and some of the skill commanders have fantastic stories that I can't ignore!
Disclaimer: IGG owns everything, I own nothing and don't make any money off this whatsoever.
Author Notes: A giant thank you to Ditzy who encouranged me to do this and to Strompearly, who said "Oh God..." LOL I don't think it's half bad at all!!
Another minute, another hour, another day, week, month...
It was all the same to him. Wake up at 0600, eat what was once called the breakfast of astronauts on Earth, then wait for orders to come. Sometimes they did and sometimes, like now for instance, they did not and when they did not, he simply went to the mess hall, where he tried to be as invisible as possible. He often wondered why he tried to remain invisible now he'd tried to gain so much notice when he was new.
That was a question which he doubted would be ever answered and if it ever were, it would probably be something he didn't want to hear.
Why would anyone want to hear what they already know?
Jakar made no expression and nor did he give any sign of his thoughts as he closed his locker, purposely louder than was necessary in order to drown out the conversation that went on behind him. Unfortunately, the bang of a locker only gave his ears peace for a split second before he was once again treated to the confused excitement of what he called noobs. He had once called them newbies, but constantly thinking that word tested his patience. It was always the same questions over and over.
What did they do here? What did they do there? What, what, what.
The same answered were always given and though he himself had once been a noob, he just did not have the time or energy needed to aid those who thought of little else bar ruling the world. They all had the same thought and it often clouded their heads, made them feel more powerful than they truly were.
Jakar was hardly able to hide his smirk when one of them mentioned his tattoo. How cool it was, how chicks would dig the ink. Little did they know, his tattoo covered a scar he earned in a fierce battle in sector 1101. He remembered that battle so clearly, it was almost as though he endured it in this life and not six lifetimes ago.
Just like earlier, he wondered when the noobs would realise their lives would soon be cloned and merged. One life into two, then three and it went on and on until the safety point of nine was reached. He knew, like all the others, those who created them would find a way to make it past nine lives and when they did, he did not honestly want to think what would become of them.
He glanced at Jerome and his pity went up a few notches. Humanoid life forms made up the majority of what species survived the merging process and that was all down to their adaptability, their evolution and genetic sequence. Long ago, the human race discovered how to clone and how to go right down to genetics, with that knowledge came the ability to wipe out certain genetic conditions, but that knowledge soon learned how to combine and since the human race was constantly at war with itself, millitary was first and foremost.
Yet the aliens like Jerome, whose species couldn't boast of centuries of evolution, were few and far between, and each one of them deserved pity at the least. When it came to the merging process, Jakar could and would only speak for himself when he said it fucking hurt. The more there was to merge, the more it hurt, and he was number six, but there were more out there. More labs, more Jakars, more Jeromes.
Each one living different lives which would be past on to the next merge, because that's what they were. Merges, or The Merged as he liked to call them. So far removed from who they were, who they had been, that it was impossible to tell which life had been the real one. That's if any of them had been real, which sometimes he doubted. It got worse when he thought about those whose DNA had not only been cloned, but also combined.
Jakar shook his head as he sat down, his ears listened and heard, despite his attempts to mentally block them, the conversation around him.
The new commanders would find out soon enough what it meant to be experienced and they would find out soon enough.
Author: Jude
Email: Miss_Incognito4@live.co.uk
Rating: Rated for heavy violence in later chapters.
Category: Blank LOL
Content: No pairing as in there's no smut
Summary: A fanfic about Galaxy Online 2, a game I'm addicted too and some of the skill commanders have fantastic stories that I can't ignore!
Disclaimer: IGG owns everything, I own nothing and don't make any money off this whatsoever.
Author Notes: A giant thank you to Ditzy who encouranged me to do this and to Strompearly, who said "Oh God..." LOL I don't think it's half bad at all!!
Another minute, another hour, another day, week, month...
It was all the same to him. Wake up at 0600, eat what was once called the breakfast of astronauts on Earth, then wait for orders to come. Sometimes they did and sometimes, like now for instance, they did not and when they did not, he simply went to the mess hall, where he tried to be as invisible as possible. He often wondered why he tried to remain invisible now he'd tried to gain so much notice when he was new.
That was a question which he doubted would be ever answered and if it ever were, it would probably be something he didn't want to hear.
Why would anyone want to hear what they already know?
Jakar made no expression and nor did he give any sign of his thoughts as he closed his locker, purposely louder than was necessary in order to drown out the conversation that went on behind him. Unfortunately, the bang of a locker only gave his ears peace for a split second before he was once again treated to the confused excitement of what he called noobs. He had once called them newbies, but constantly thinking that word tested his patience. It was always the same questions over and over.
What did they do here? What did they do there? What, what, what.
The same answered were always given and though he himself had once been a noob, he just did not have the time or energy needed to aid those who thought of little else bar ruling the world. They all had the same thought and it often clouded their heads, made them feel more powerful than they truly were.
Jakar was hardly able to hide his smirk when one of them mentioned his tattoo. How cool it was, how chicks would dig the ink. Little did they know, his tattoo covered a scar he earned in a fierce battle in sector 1101. He remembered that battle so clearly, it was almost as though he endured it in this life and not six lifetimes ago.
Just like earlier, he wondered when the noobs would realise their lives would soon be cloned and merged. One life into two, then three and it went on and on until the safety point of nine was reached. He knew, like all the others, those who created them would find a way to make it past nine lives and when they did, he did not honestly want to think what would become of them.
He glanced at Jerome and his pity went up a few notches. Humanoid life forms made up the majority of what species survived the merging process and that was all down to their adaptability, their evolution and genetic sequence. Long ago, the human race discovered how to clone and how to go right down to genetics, with that knowledge came the ability to wipe out certain genetic conditions, but that knowledge soon learned how to combine and since the human race was constantly at war with itself, millitary was first and foremost.
Yet the aliens like Jerome, whose species couldn't boast of centuries of evolution, were few and far between, and each one of them deserved pity at the least. When it came to the merging process, Jakar could and would only speak for himself when he said it fucking hurt. The more there was to merge, the more it hurt, and he was number six, but there were more out there. More labs, more Jakars, more Jeromes.
Each one living different lives which would be past on to the next merge, because that's what they were. Merges, or The Merged as he liked to call them. So far removed from who they were, who they had been, that it was impossible to tell which life had been the real one. That's if any of them had been real, which sometimes he doubted. It got worse when he thought about those whose DNA had not only been cloned, but also combined.
Jakar shook his head as he sat down, his ears listened and heard, despite his attempts to mentally block them, the conversation around him.
The new commanders would find out soon enough what it meant to be experienced and they would find out soon enough.