NOVA+Awakening

The tiny baby began to whine his endless cry. The war outside the small board house was starting to reach a point of insanity. The Novarkian nation had been trying to minimize the amount of dark steel metal that the Volterites  were consuming. Once the empire noticed that their amount of dark steel was quickly depleting, they posted sentries around all of their sweat shop mines. Getting even more skilled in the fine art of invisibility, the people of Novark began to craft more advanced weaponry to make themselves vanish into the mines. This was a constant battle of wits. At first the general of Novark took the metal into a secret underground mine so that he would not be tempted to use the invincible substance, he knew that he would soon want it badly for the war. Once, he almost took the metal out of the safe house, the single thing that was propelling him away from it was the fact that the only reason they were stealing this precious element was so it could not be used for heavy weaponry. This was a war that they hoped to end with peace.

 The war was still a current subject in the newspaper even when the small boy named Kal Warden was attending Ridgeway military elementary school. For people on earth and on all of the other planets such as Rofac, Lenemt, and Spalicsin where the Volterite empire was located, would have thought that a military elementary school was a bit out of the ordinary. But ever since the war started, these kind of schools popped up everywhere. They were government funded of course, who ever attended any school like this owed at least four years of service in the Stalibous military. Actually any one child who was enrolled in envy school on Earth owed service.

 Kal Warden was a average student who got average grades and had an average life. The training course that all of the students in Kal's class were currently taking was fairly easy. Jumping through the center of tires on the ground, and climbing over a short wall to reach a bebe gun that the students fired at bottles was a standard course that was taken every day at this school. They had no books to study only pistols that that took home to again shoot bottles was their homework. The only 2 things Kal was extremely good at were shooting targets quickly and accurately, and dodging the harmless rockets launched from the school's defense system. He hoped he would do good in his term of protecting the next generation of kids after him. I will do the best I can. He thought a as his black hair rolled like an ocean in the wind.

 Twelve years had passed since Kal was destroying bottles with his gun. Now, being the age of twenty one, he was old enough to serve his term in the war. Currently riding a black bus inscribed with the insignia of the Novarkian nation, Kal started to make conversation with a nice soldier next to him. The man’s name was John and he had attended the school just next to Kal's. His blond hair was covered in dust and he had a bandoleer strapped to his bullet proof vest. They had a very interesting conversation, and it was cut short once the bus stopped at the military outpost. "This is it brother," said John. "I reason it is," said Kal. They both walk off the bus with the rest of the soldiers and were lead into a small room with a general welcoming them as if he could care less. Sitting down next to each other, Kal and John stared at a map of their neighboring planets on a hologram projector. "So!" Said the general. I'm sure you all know why you are here, but in case you have been living under a rock for the past thirty years, you can see from this diagram, he said while waving his hand through the hologram. That planet right there is Spalicsin. The diagram zoomed in on a star on the planet’s surface. This is the government unit on Spalicsin, it is called the Volterite . We are currently fighting over a kind of almost invincible metal called Dark Steel. If they were to create weapons with this element, the weapons would be supercharged with Nuclear energy from our galaxy's core. This makes the metal all the more dangerous. The fortunate part in this is that you would need about five thousand pounds of this metal. After er... Um... Borrowing this this substance for the past thirty years we have about fifty thousand pounds of Dark Steel. Any questions? Dog tags rattled toward the back row where a skinny man was smoking a cigarette, "Yeah I got a question for ya general. Why the hell are we not using this rock stuff? Couldn't we use some of it and beat the shit out of those damned Nocts? "No sir we can not do that. The main reason we took the "stuff" at first was to prevent them from making weapons. If we were to use it for defense, that eliminates the point of this war. Also, Mr.Reesed we do not tolerate such foul language toward generals. One more crack like that and you're Spalicsin bait. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The man laughed slightly and mumbled something. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"What was that Reesed?" <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The idiotic man started to giggle uncontrollably and pointed at the general in his ironed blue uniform. Suddenly the carefree imbecile was laying bloody and dead on the floor, the general grasped a pistol with smoke snaking around the barrel in his hand. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"You see that boys. This ain't no joke. Now you know what is gonna happen if you are a fool like him. You will find uniforms in the locker room. Don’t screw around in there. He said while eying his weapon greedily. March in line and get out of my sight!

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> The troops, who were now dressed in blue uniforms that closely resembled the one worn by the general but without the medals, were lined up in a different, more comforting room. The man in the front was giving the soldiers sideways glances as he started to talk. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I am the weapon master here at our little *cough* *cough* *huge* huge army resistence.”