Sitting in a university, sun glaring off the trees and the traditional stone building producing a wonderfull scene. Sitting on a bench of stone that has seen more history than i would care to believe. Groups of students wander around laughing in the tranquil sunlight of the university grounds. I enjoy the summer, when the people are happy and the days are lighter on the soul. That seems like a lifetime ago. At 1.03PM that afternoon the world changed for ever. Great vessles appeared in America, China and UK. In Glasgow a great machine of colossal engineering and techological achievment appeared above the hussle and bussle in the streets. The sunlight bounced brilliantly off the glass like hull of the machine giving it a look of pure white light. Some people panicked. Leaving their daily tasks to run home for what thought could have been the last time. Others stood, smiles on their faces at the change this great machine would bring to the world.
Landing in the heart of civilizations of the world, whoever was coming was not doing it with subtelty. For what seemed like hours i ran over, watching in awe as this....this thing landed on grass outside the Kelvingrove. My heart beat faster than i had thought possible. As expected a great crowd had gathered. A diiferent look on each face made the scene now seem almost comical. How the world changed that day!
Finally the great ships came to life. Creating in equal measure screams and cheers in the great crowds. The buzz of planes and helicopters over head seemed almost surreal and insignificant as we waited for the ship to take some form of interactivity with us.
When the doors opened a great gasp engulfed the crowd. A small crown of tall beings, hair as white as the reflection coming from their great ship. A reflection that closed many eyelids slightly. The crowd came down with a tranquility and friendliness that calmed the nerves in a way nothing else ever could. A silence stood over the new visitors and the ever growing crowd. A small child ran forward, the crowd stopped in sudden fear. The young child, now a very young and famous member of our forces stopped at their feet. The visitors let out a great smile on each face and picked up the small child. A tear appearing on a female visitor, a beautiful face with gold shinning locks, great blue eyes and a smile to melt the heart. That was the day our two great nations came together.
After the initial shock of the past weeks many groups, either in anger or fear of their power over the sheep that were the human race, begin to resist the newfound allies that were the Nalou. Many aspects of two civilizations took a while to mix, the great leaders of their countries in talks with the befuddled people behind our government. The Nalou came from a planet of great beauty it occured. With their knowledge and history we could match our own struggles. Disease, Climate problems, Animal extinction, terrorism and war all had plauged these people in their past. They had overcome it, and saved us the result of unlimited years of stuggle and research.
It emerged that much loved Nalou had problems of their own. A great civilzation had been swepping their system. destroying and plundering everything that came across in there way. The Nalou and their allies had struggled for hundreds of years against the might of this unknown invader. Pictures of demonic giants were beamed all over out TV sets. Images of devastated planets and lost civilzations were brought to life. Our people had pledged to rehome these great and noble people. Their doctors had fulled our hospitals. Teaching us how to harvest new fuels and treat diseases and virus's that had beem our Nemesis for years. The Nalou had never pressed us for change, instead they were included in our chambers of debate. The people had needed help wether we had seen it or not. Africa was a big interest to them. Barren land had never been seen for a great number of years by them. They helped the sick and rebuilt the continent. Teaching them how to use their land for the better, rather than try to immitate those of the west.
The UN had agreed to send an advanced party to view the plee of the Nalou. Ten brave advisors were sent out to assess the situation, their result did not take long to obtain. Our newspapers, radios and Televisions sets were full of the plight of the Nalou. Two weeks later the strategic planning to mobilize our mass forcies begun. Not all nations offered aid to our new allies desperation.
Thursday 20 March 2008
Characters of Laser Ball
The characters in the story are not apparent main characters. The laser Ball will be the beginning character if you like. This particular laser ball will not be killed early on, instead it will continue to fight the battle over France until the ending.
The British pilots will be varied and these pilots will not be initially shown full on. Instead their voices in the cockpit will introduce the characters. A cut scene before the scramble will include the pilots and introduce their faces etc and the lip synching that shall be included.
Name : Jack Steel
Sex : Male
Age : 32
Religion : N/A
Height : 6ft 2
Weight : 15 stone
Physical Description : Large, dangerous looking.
Appearance/hygiene : Smart, Military. Outside uniform, expensive/casual.
Intelligence : high
Diet : good. Standard of a British Officer
Cultural background : Brought up in a bad area of Scotland. Well educated and joined the Navy as a pilot.
History : Joined the Navy at 25.
Income : high
Occupation : Naval pilot.
Education : Degree in Photography.
Sexual orientation : Straight
Family : none
Other notes : Came through uni as a social drinker. Worked hard to become a Naval pilot. Lives in a flat in the west of Glasgow. Fast Jet pilot.
Name : Lucia Diaz
Sex : Female
Age : 30
Religion : Christian
Height : 5ft 8
Weight : 10 stone
Physical Description : Attractive, slim. Brunette curls. Large brown eyes.
Appearance/hygiene : Smart/Miltary. Outside of military rock chick/gothic.
Intelligence : high
Diet : good, standard of a British officer.
Cultural background : Brought up in a slum. Latin mother.
History : Joined the navy at 23.
Income : £32,000
Occupation : Naval pilot.
Education : Degree in History and Classical studies
Sexual orientation : straight
Family : none
Other notes : Fun loving. Lives in London .
Name : Xander Smith
Sex : male
Age : 28
Religion : Christain
Height : 5ft 10
Weight : 13 stone
Physical Description : Small, well built.
Appearance/hygiene : Smart, military
Intelligence : high
Diet : good, standard of a British officer
Cultural background : Brought up in a well off farm in southern England.
History : Potential olympic shooter
Income : high
Occupation : Naval pilot.
Education : Degree in Agriculture
Sexual orientation : straight
Family : wife and two kids. Twin girl/boy ages 2
Other notes : Easy going.
The British pilots will be varied and these pilots will not be initially shown full on. Instead their voices in the cockpit will introduce the characters. A cut scene before the scramble will include the pilots and introduce their faces etc and the lip synching that shall be included.
Name : Jack Steel
Sex : Male
Age : 32
Religion : N/A
Height : 6ft 2
Weight : 15 stone
Physical Description : Large, dangerous looking.
Appearance/hygiene : Smart, Military. Outside uniform, expensive/casual.
Intelligence : high
Diet : good. Standard of a British Officer
Cultural background : Brought up in a bad area of Scotland. Well educated and joined the Navy as a pilot.
History : Joined the Navy at 25.
Income : high
Occupation : Naval pilot.
Education : Degree in Photography.
Sexual orientation : Straight
Family : none
Other notes : Came through uni as a social drinker. Worked hard to become a Naval pilot. Lives in a flat in the west of Glasgow. Fast Jet pilot.
Name : Lucia Diaz
Sex : Female
Age : 30
Religion : Christian
Height : 5ft 8
Weight : 10 stone
Physical Description : Attractive, slim. Brunette curls. Large brown eyes.
Appearance/hygiene : Smart/Miltary. Outside of military rock chick/gothic.
Intelligence : high
Diet : good, standard of a British officer.
Cultural background : Brought up in a slum. Latin mother.
History : Joined the navy at 23.
Income : £32,000
Occupation : Naval pilot.
Education : Degree in History and Classical studies
Sexual orientation : straight
Family : none
Other notes : Fun loving. Lives in London .
Name : Xander Smith
Sex : male
Age : 28
Religion : Christain
Height : 5ft 10
Weight : 13 stone
Physical Description : Small, well built.
Appearance/hygiene : Smart, military
Intelligence : high
Diet : good, standard of a British officer
Cultural background : Brought up in a well off farm in southern England.
History : Potential olympic shooter
Income : high
Occupation : Naval pilot.
Education : Degree in Agriculture
Sexual orientation : straight
Family : wife and two kids. Twin girl/boy ages 2
Other notes : Easy going.
Locations of Laser Ball.
As explained in the story the location takes place over a series of locations.
The central location will be the skies over Paris. Included would be the traditional architecture. Also proof of our progression in technology buldings of glass and metal, futuristic in appearance should be apparent. The Louvre would be a good example of such a building to include.
The outer ring of the atmosphere should be included. This will play the location for all alien motherships etc.
An RAF or Naval Airbase should also be included, perhaps Yeovilton, do to it's closeness to the English Channel. LAter in the story and scramble from a Scottish airbase will also be included.
The central location will be the skies over Paris. Included would be the traditional architecture. Also proof of our progression in technology buldings of glass and metal, futuristic in appearance should be apparent. The Louvre would be a good example of such a building to include.
The outer ring of the atmosphere should be included. This will play the location for all alien motherships etc.
An RAF or Naval Airbase should also be included, perhaps Yeovilton, do to it's closeness to the English Channel. LAter in the story and scramble from a Scottish airbase will also be included.
Wednesday 12 March 2008
Laser Ball
Sun reflecting from the curvey smooth interior it shimmers like a star in the mid day sunshine. The curviest thing in Paris. It contemplates the task ahead. Worthless, insignificant beings. Watching as these humans scuttle like rats around their daily lives. With no sense of life than to make it home to their normality and never changing little homes. These vile ants mindlessly make it home to watch the afternoons TV.
Soon this land will be purified. The ball of brilliant chrome hovers above in a perfectly spaced line of fellow robots. REAL ORGANISATION! True meaning! we cover the sky, fully cover this worthless little planet we have studied for so long. Soon we shall begin our advance. No part of this useless race shall be left alive. Their archaic technology and inefficant machines make the circuits overheat in anger.
The butchers work begins soon. Or so these little ants say. In perfect formation, the perfect weapons of war the machines of an alien empire await another desctruction of worthless beings. So easy, never a challenge. Most can be overrun with no resistance, losing one of our own is almost comical. We hover, endless hours, never fearing...never sympathetic. We are manufacturd weapons of war. From some distance our emperors minions, fleshy scum, command us.
Built from the most advanced technologhy we can never be defeated. No spirit of the organic beings can ever overrun us. Maybe this time we face a challenge? This planet brings conflict upon itself. Such violence makes our endless lines of chrome look forward to the task to come.
Maybe we face a slight challenge? Maybe we might face a little resistance, a little fun.
Burning in the midday sun, legions of chrome balls are scattered devastated around what remains of the Eiffel Tower. Human forces from across the globe rallied to push back after our initial attacks. Initially all went well, Paris burned like a stars in a dark sky. Their machines of warfare devastated our command centres, firing tubes of steel to annahilate our ships. Currently forces of Western countries are scattered throughout what remains of France and Western Germany. When the British attacked our ships in the outer atmosphere the confusion was colossal, the chrome legions straying, some even firing upon each other.
A stalemate occurs. We wait in disbelief while the varied countries of this globe amass their forces. So Vicious! Never have we encountered an enemy so experienced in the art of war. Their machines we scouted from the safety of our ships turned into demonic nightmares. From floating machines they bombard us with their unknown steel objects. So strange, never before have we faced an enemy that defend themselves properly, most prefering a peaceful extermination.
From the cockpit of the fighter jet the pilots of the British forces descend uopn the plauge in the skies over France. Our targeting systems count for nothing against the huge number of alien drones flying around. Instead we concentrate on the larger ships. Colossal machines of steel that put Paris in shadow. We fire our weapons, experiencing a strangness after finally using our missles and cannons. With music playing and the men and women anjoying the sunshine the alert went out for a full scramble. Another surprise exercise we thought. We never even dreamed of such a sight.
Soon this land will be purified. The ball of brilliant chrome hovers above in a perfectly spaced line of fellow robots. REAL ORGANISATION! True meaning! we cover the sky, fully cover this worthless little planet we have studied for so long. Soon we shall begin our advance. No part of this useless race shall be left alive. Their archaic technology and inefficant machines make the circuits overheat in anger.
The butchers work begins soon. Or so these little ants say. In perfect formation, the perfect weapons of war the machines of an alien empire await another desctruction of worthless beings. So easy, never a challenge. Most can be overrun with no resistance, losing one of our own is almost comical. We hover, endless hours, never fearing...never sympathetic. We are manufacturd weapons of war. From some distance our emperors minions, fleshy scum, command us.
Built from the most advanced technologhy we can never be defeated. No spirit of the organic beings can ever overrun us. Maybe this time we face a challenge? This planet brings conflict upon itself. Such violence makes our endless lines of chrome look forward to the task to come.
Maybe we face a slight challenge? Maybe we might face a little resistance, a little fun.
Burning in the midday sun, legions of chrome balls are scattered devastated around what remains of the Eiffel Tower. Human forces from across the globe rallied to push back after our initial attacks. Initially all went well, Paris burned like a stars in a dark sky. Their machines of warfare devastated our command centres, firing tubes of steel to annahilate our ships. Currently forces of Western countries are scattered throughout what remains of France and Western Germany. When the British attacked our ships in the outer atmosphere the confusion was colossal, the chrome legions straying, some even firing upon each other.
A stalemate occurs. We wait in disbelief while the varied countries of this globe amass their forces. So Vicious! Never have we encountered an enemy so experienced in the art of war. Their machines we scouted from the safety of our ships turned into demonic nightmares. From floating machines they bombard us with their unknown steel objects. So strange, never before have we faced an enemy that defend themselves properly, most prefering a peaceful extermination.
From the cockpit of the fighter jet the pilots of the British forces descend uopn the plauge in the skies over France. Our targeting systems count for nothing against the huge number of alien drones flying around. Instead we concentrate on the larger ships. Colossal machines of steel that put Paris in shadow. We fire our weapons, experiencing a strangness after finally using our missles and cannons. With music playing and the men and women anjoying the sunshine the alert went out for a full scramble. Another surprise exercise we thought. We never even dreamed of such a sight.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)