In a galaxy where humanity has evovled to new levels,

We are the Alphas,
The Tetras are now the strongest amongst us.

The strongest amongst them are called...

OMEGAS

Thursday, July 12, 2012


On the planet's surface the compound's control room was electric with the energy of panic. Three Men and an equal number of women with cybernetic interfacing units, called techs, were spurting out small rants and noteworthy information pertaining to the sudden loss of satellite communications. Their frantic cries were coming from Cring's feet. His people forming a ring around him as computers climbed the walls to the full circle catwalk above even his eye line. His seat's arm rests had broken in on themselves from his white knuckled hands. He didn't notice this until his sweat beaded and slowly rolled down his brow to his eye. His short and curly brown hair stayed put as he sprang to life, and opened his mouth to speak. “Check the scanners!“ A woman's voice yelled out from above the source of his. All other non-automated voices fell silent. A loud metallic clang rang out as she stepped forward onto the catwalk from a closing doorway. Her staff's impact leaving a tiny crater in the floor panels. “Check them now!”

“Ca-Cathey, who activated you?” Cring finally let loose with an unsteady tone. He stood slowly as she jumped down next to him with. He took in the sight of her small figure and chocolate hair, as the chair began to rotate. Her staff tapped deliberately behind the head of a man whose seat they were suddenly behind.

“She's right Cring.” The man spoke up with a computer augmented voice. “Our installation's sensors have picked up a small energy signature. It appears to be pealing off, but one... No three even larger signatures are continuing...”

“...On an intercept course.” A woman's equally automated voice finished for him.

Another man spoke up with a natural tone, “I'm only reading two now!”

Cring turned to Cathey. “Is it?”

“Tetras. Yes. What else did you think they would send?”

“Well then,” his voice grew ominous, “That's why...”

“You have me,” she cut in. Her staff arm extended outward and completed a motion akin to that of stirring a giant kettle. Then she slammed her ivory staff down. At that instant, in dark rooms, corridors, and store houses across the complex, pairs of electronically red eyes activated. Cathey, smiled.

Cring stepped back, wondering what if it would be enough. Another thought crossed his mind as an alarm klaxon began to sound. What have I started?

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