This is my first piece of fan-fiction. I have not read very much of what would be considered canon. So I want to say sorry to the true fans for mistakes. I feel the beauty of fan-fiction is that you can take liberties with the canon anyway.
Also I have not written much fiction. It reads pretty green and has some newbie mistakes.
I started this about 10 months ago when I was really into Heroscape. Then like most projects I start I pushed it away for "awhile". So what is really cool about this is its done! I have finished a project that I started. Yay!
Please let me know what you think. Now without further ado, I give you Part 1 of 5:
---------------------------------------------------------Platform 26
by Dwight Sullivan
The mid-morning sun was bearing down on the train station and on the game. If the all-night poker game was taking its toll on the players no one was showing it. Raelin swirled her ice tea. A trickle of sweat appeared from behind her jaw and slowly ran down her neck disappearing beneath her armor. A swallowing noise was barely audible from the good sergeant sitting across the table from her.
Raelin
It was the end of a bright sunny day as dusk descended upon the very large grassy hill. The numerous white tents that covered the hill were all casting long shadows. Blue and white banners flew from the tops of many of the tents.
Near the center of the large encampment, one of the more brilliantly white tents belonged to a famous Kyrie warrior known as Raelin. Inside she slept on a small cot, wrapped in her own wings for warmth. Her armor, helm and pike were on the nearby table.
From the center of camp a horn was heard; one long followed by two short blows. It was time to get ready for battle. Raelin stretched her bare feet and legs out from under her wings as her wings retracted to her back and she got up from her cot. She walked to the table pulling off her nightgown, donning her armor and got ready for battle once more.
Outside a messenger was running from tent to tent passing out small scrolls from the general. Raelin walked out of her tent just as the runner came by and she received her orders. She unrolled the parchment and learned that she was to follow and support a squad of their allies from General Einar. Raelin discarded the parchment and it spontaneously combusted. She took flight soaring high and fast due south. The scroll completely disintegrated and never reached the ground.
After flying most of the night it was still dark when she arrived. Dawn was approaching and the rain was stopping. She could see her allies as they were preparing for their impending attack. She studied their armor because it was very different from her Valkyrie style. As they tightened up their armor it also made sharp snapping sounds. The warriors noticed her presence and it emboldened them. Raelin’s job would be to stay in range of her allies and use her protective radiance to aid them.
At dawn their attack was swift and effective. The first of the red amour clad samurais ran, leapt off a palm tree and came down on top of an Orc sword first. This caught all the local Orcs off guard. Three more Orcs were cut down before they could gather their wits.
Then from the samurai’s right rear flank an unusually large beastly Orc charged forward screaming a bloodcurdling scream. The axe he wielded sliced the air narrowly missing the closest warrior. That warrior managed to spin at the last second and counterstrike. The huge Orc made a huge thud as he hit the ground.
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“I raise.” Ne-Gok-Sa firmly stated with several extra clicking sounds in the background. It was difficult for beings of Marr to speak any Earth langue including English. The warlord then pushed forward a small stack of his strange poker chips. Some of which were hexagonal shaped and metallic.
The poker action was now on Agent Carr. Our master of Krav Maga was not thinking of his cards. He was thinking instead of his last battle. This was probably because of the clicking sounds.
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