Entropy, Maximum. A tale of Chaos - Chapter 2

[datzimbie]

So much about that twice a week promise. This story is still in its developing age which means even i don't know where it is heading to. So please stay with me as try I my hardest to make up plots as i go ;-;

Other than that! enjoy the chapter!

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- Vechs’ Underground bunker -

Time - 12:47 AM

Year - 514 CPE (Crack Pack Era)

Zisteau toss and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. Kurt is on the moon, pff. What a nut! He turns and stares at the steel reinforced ceiling. The moon does sounds really interesting. Visit that silver disc hangs in the sky, which has not shown its face for god knows how long. BEEP! The cyan letter on his watch told him that it was 1 AM of mid June. He sat up in his bed; the blanket slid off and dangling between the bed and floor. It’s a scheduled delivery right? A few days ahead shouldn’t cause any problems. Zisteau took out a flashlight from one of the drawers of a nightstand and switched it on. Let’s see if Vechs has gone insane or this is a reunion between two old friends.

*Ding* The elevator stops at floor B-2, the warehouse for this enormous underground bunker. Pile upon piles of crates, machines and vehicles, stashed away, which had never seen sunlight for centuries and never would. The hard shadows cast by the crates, the bright light emitted from spotlights mounted on the ceiling and the half transparent dust particles dance in the air creating an almost surreal experience. “Covered by dark green waterproof cloth, where did he put it?” Zisteau mumbled to himself as he wandered between racks, “Ah ha! Found it!” There it was, at the corner of the room, a large piece of cloth covered up the supplies he needed to deliver to Kurt. Lifting up one corner of the fabric, Zisteau was stunned at the amount of crates and bags. “Holy...jesus! That has to be at least 4 months worth of surviving gear… how did he...what?” Questions started to bubble in his mind like a pot of boiling mushroom stew. Eventually, one big bubble formed and burst out the most important question: “How the hell do I carry this up to the surface?!!” The answer showed itself as Zisteau uncovered the rest of the pile. A forklift, pretty beat up but still functional, sat there with the supplies in this giant basement.

- Surface -

2:16 AM

The sound of the forklift’s engine died down along with Zisteau’s will to control his anger toward Vechs. He is getting a straight jacket no matter what! I’ll force him to wear it if I have to! To his relief, the little hut that contained the teleport book was sitting exactly where Vechs said it would be at. The thing was made completely out of wood, some dirt too between the cracks to fill up the holes. This humble-looking hut was pretty low to the ground. No more than 1 meter higher than its surrounding. Flat roof, covered with dirt and gravel and wild weed was growing on it. The walls looked like it might collapse any second as it squeaked and tipped with the tiniest gust of wind. “This place looks like a tiny haunted house, babe haunted house maybe? heh, I bet if I pushed the door too hard the whole place would come down.” but to his surprise it did not. The teleport book was sitting there inside the hut, closed and covered with dust, on a slanted desk at the back of the room. As Zisteau walked closer to the book, he noticed that it was giving out a soft and almost unnoticeable purple, mystical glow. The book suddenly flung open as he stood in front of it, pages blurred as they zoomed by then stopped as suddenly as it had started, at a page containing a single picture of the surface of the moon.

Woah, it’s like witchcraft. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Hell, any technology advanced enough looks like magic.

“So how does this thing work?” said Zisteau as he outstretched his hand to look through the pages, when he accidentally pressed his hand against the picture. Black smoke started to appear out of thin air and then he cried out, “What the hell?!” The mass slowly surrounded him, thickening and solidifying into a chunk of black mass. “GAHHHH!!”

-Lunar surface –

2:25 AM

*Sworf~*

There was a Flash of white light and noise that leftmy ears ringing, a bright light burning my eyes through my closed eye lid. What the hell just happened? Sharp pellets pressing against my back, my skin is irritated,I opens my eye lids. Why is the sky black? What is with all the craters in the grou- I AM ON THE MOON!!! Panic! Panic spreaded through his body and twitched every one of his muscles. I am going to die here! He closed his eyes again, waiting for his violent end. 1 second, 3 seconds, 25 seconds, 1 minute. He was still fine, none of his organs escaped through his mouth, both of his eyeballs still maintained its shape and did not burst, his skin did not burn to a crisp and the shadow part did not freeze. Other than the slight irritation on his skin, he was perfectly fine. W...what? How did I...oh… As he glanced around, a metallic shine caught his attention. With further study, he found the source of the shine; a big glass dome is covered the area he stood in.

WARNING! INTRUDER DETECTED IN SECTOR ZETA! SECURITY PROTOCOL ALPHA INITIATED!

Faint motor noises and tiny beeps from sensors filled the room, several Autonomous gun turrets rose up at various spots around the dome. He could hear the chamber loading up with bullets that would end his life without a single doubt. Run? No, I won’t even be able to clear 10 meters before I drop dead and punched into a beehive. Is there any cover? He quickly glanced around him. Nope, just a wide open dome with some crates stored pretty far from where I stand. Ground is completely concrete with some fine dust on top. By now, all of the turrets has swung their barrel and lined up the sights for a clear shot. Out of a frying pan and in to another. The fate was sealed; he was doomed to die on this cold rock in space. Zisteau looked up and tried to find that once green and blue marble called Earth, giving it one last salute before the grim reaper came to claim his soul. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

PERSONAL ID CONFIRMED. ZISTEAU, MASTER LEVEL SECURITY CLEARANCE. DISENGAGING SECURITY PROTOCOL.

What the fuck? Zisteau opened his eyes again, shocked that he managed to escape death’s cold grip two times within 10 minutes, and questioned who gave him a master level of security clearance to this base. He walked up to one of the now still and harmless turrets, and squinted his eyes to make out the little text carved into the barrel of an auto cannon. Suddenly everything made sense now.

WEAPON MANUFACTURED BY VEXIAN ARMS Co

“Damn it Vechs! Why couldn't you make the identification process activate before it fucking engages a target?!” Zisteau shouted out to blow off some steam that he had stored since the beginning of the night, “Fucking hell! If this doesn’t kill me a heart attack will!” Suddenly White noise and static echoed from a hidden speaker, filling the room. Zisteau, startled and stopped his rampage. Within a few seconds, a familiar voice replaced the noise and spoke.

“Zisteau? Is that you?”

“Kurt?!”

-Twilight Forest, Unknown location –

3:00 AM

The harmony of distant thunder and the sound of rain droplets splattering on leaves made it hard to fall asleep, especially for Paul Soares. This was the second day of his mining trip in the Twilight forest. Overworld mining was next to impossible due to the heavily radioactive dust and the radiated, mutated monsters made everything so much harder. The Twilight forest was the least disturbed realm in this chaos. The land was blessed by enchantments from magical creatures and powerful wizards, its magical energy field influencing and disabling any electronics that entered this world. Many avoided it as it hosted a wide arrange of hostile animals, deadly monsters and weird supernatural events. However, this didn’t stop Paul as it encouraged him to explore more of this long forgotten realm.

More thunder, this time it sounding closer. The storm was moving to the cavern where he decided to stay for the night. Paul got up from his bed and walked to the cave opening. Various beetles and birds took shelter under the big umbrella like branches of the Twilight Oak. Small animals ran through the double tall grass and sought shelter within shallow caves and holes dug by the tree roots.

Woof!

Jack, one of Paul’s pet dogs barked at the sight of a bunny hopping and tried to chase after it. “Down boy! A storm is coming. We don’t want to get wet out here.” The wide opening of the cave was a welcoming place to gather rainwater. Without much hesitation, Paul pulled out some cobble stone blocks from his pocket and made a little drain. He then moved his bed from the cave floor to a small ledge on the cave wall. “That will at least keep my feet and bed sheets dry.” As he said that, the rain got heavier, a sweep of cold air flows in from the surface, chilling him to the bone.

Looking at the sky through the cracks between the branches, gray clouds was moving in and illuminated by the never setting sun at the twilight position. Rain drops reflected some of the weak sunlight and made a beautiful sight of a crystal-like storm. Paul took out his worn-down copper mechanical watch, Which read 3:16 AM. He put it back into his pocket, stared at the rain for a few more minutes and returned to his bed to sleep away the storm.

Woof!

The barking sound of Jack had awoken Paul from his light nap. After a few tosses and turns, he got up and checked his watch, 6:47AM. The faint sound of rain impacting dirt and stone indicated that the rain have gotten smaller but was still going. Whatever, I am exploring the cave, not the surface. He shook his head, hoping to wake up his foggy mind but it did no good. With a slight sigh, Paul stood up and took out some sticks from his inventory, then proceeded build a small camp fire.

Soon, the crackling sound of the firewood and the smell of dark coffee spread throughout the cave, while Paul prepared breakfast for Jack and himself. “A can of cooked chicken breast for you, ey boy! calm down!” Jack acted restless when he heard the sound a can opening, making Paul spin around a few times to stop Jack from spilling the goods in the can, “Then some toast and eggs for me. Eat up boy!” For a few minutes, the sound of Jack trying to get the last piece of chicken out of the can echoed in the cave, along with the sound of rain and small birds chirping.

“Oldman? Where are you~?”

Paul got up from the block of smooth stone he used as a chair, put down his coffee mug and walked out into the fair rain.

“What’s the problem Vechs?”

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And a wrap for chapter 2! Leave feedbacks in the comments as always, and i will catch you guys next time~!

SO. MUCH. ERRORS. D= And a big thank you toCoolboynbg_1, jack_unicorn and ficeny(is that your username? please correct me if not!), who helped me edit this! really appreciated the help!

Hugs and kisses~~ :3

Comments

[r7]

yay!!!! Much happy am I. I am really interested in the story, and really liking the concept.

BTW, thanks for using paragraphs! But remember, Every time someone speaks, that's a new paragraph. Every time you hit the " key, you should hit Enter first.

also, whats with the dialog at the end of the chapter? it has nothing to do with what's going on.

[datzimbie]

Oh, just a small setup for the next chapter. its pretty odd, i know, but it works :P

[r7]

yeah I figured that much. Glad that oldman's coming to join the party!

and, please, remember about the new person, new paragraph rule!