If there's one thing I like doing, it's writing stories and fanfics. I've already got one going on the Rayman forums ("Attack of the Space Lizards"), but, ah, what the heck, I can't resist doing a BG&E fanfic!

Before I begin, I'll fill you in with some background information on the storyline - it is set five months after Jade defeated the DomZ High Priest on Selene. On a far, war-torn planet named Sauria, two Saurianite armies have been waging war for ten thousand long, vicious years. On the side of evil is a dark, sinister Saurianite force known as the Supreme Frontier. Fighting for good and for justice is a second Saurianite army; the SIARS (Saurianite Intervention And Resistance Separatists). On Sauria is a twenty-year-old human, a man named Sebastian, who contains a DomZ power of his own (though it is different to Jade's, however). Unbeknown to Jade and even Pey'j, Sebastian is in fact Jade's twin brother. His occupation; an elite spy working for the SIARS. The story starts on a city on Sauria - not one inhabited by Saurianites, but a 'MultiRace Metropolis', where creatures of many races have settled over the years. The Hillyan ambassador, Maria Valentine, who has just had an appeal for aid rejected by the politicians of the MultiRace Metropolis, is suddenly attacked by criminals...

Chapter 1: Attack On The Embassy

The hour was late, and Samuel was tired. But still he laboured doggedly on finishing an entire file of paperwork that lay on the desk in front of him. He glanced up for a mere second at the hologram time display, then went back to his writing. The office in which he sat was a fairly tidy room - well-kept, with all the filing cabinets lined in neat rows along one wall.
Samuel looked up as the door opened, and a smartly-dressed young woman entered. He stood up politely.
"Ah, Miss Valentine..." he began, but then abruptly stopped as he saw the frustrated look on her face. "Hmm. I take it your appeal didn't work?"
"You're right," Miss Valentine nodded, "I can't believe what happened - they just threw my appeal back in my face, despite I presented perfect evidence that Hillys was in need of military support!"
Samuel scrutinised Miss Valentine's face keenly. In her eyes he could see a strong, righteous determination that showed the mark of a good ambassador - which was her job; Miss Valentine was the ambassador of Hillys, trawling through deep space on a mission to find aid and military support for her planet, which was undergoing a new war.
"It's outrageous!" Miss Valentine continued. "The SHADOW has been storming all across Hillys, and yet the Intergalactic Senate has turned a completely blind eye to it! They claim the SHADOW has been authorised to do this! You know what I think, Samuel? I think the SHADOW's infiltrated the senate - I think the senate's being manipulated..."
"I wouldn't be surprised if it was," Samuel agreed, "it's not all bad news, though. You remember that Mdisk we received a day ago?"
"The one from that Saurianite commander, Count Swaay, leader of the SIARS?"
"Yes. I took a look at it just before. The people in the Intergalactic Embassy may not be listening to you, but the Count has shown a willingness to. He seems interested in our plight. We may have found a possible ally."
"Can you show me?" Miss Valentine felt a surge of hope.
"Of course, Miss..."
It was at that particular moment that it happened.
Before Miss Valentine or Samuel could react, the door banged open. The pair of them whirled around to see who had just forced their way in; a man in black fatigues, a crowbar held tightly in one of his gloved hands. Then another. And another. Then a fourth, holding an energy pistol.
The four thugs ran forward, two of them grabbing Miss Valentine by her sleeves, the other two pushing Samuel up against the wall. The one with the energy pistol spoke, his voice low and menacing.
"Nobody move!"
"What - what's the meaning of this?" Samuel demanded, but gasped as one of the thugs holding him struck him hard across the chest with his crowbar.
"Shut up! If you speak again, we'll kill you!"
The one with the energy pistol took a handheld transmitter out of his belt, and spoke into it.
"We've acquired the target," there was a hint of smugness in his voice, "proceed with the concealing procedures."
He put his transmitter back in his belt, then waved his energy pistol in a commanding gesture. He and the thug holding Miss Valentine hauled her, kicking and struggling, away. The two holding Samuel hit him hard again with their crowbars, doubling him up so that he fell to the floor. Then they ran out, slamming the door shut and barricading it.
And seconds later, explosions punched through the Intergalactic Embassy, tongues of scorching flames, as a dozen makeshift explosives went off, all at once.

EDIT: um... can someone please post a reply? I've got chapters 2 and 3 ready, but I want someone to tell me what they think first...

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Okay, really sorry about double posting, but I've been driven to do it by nobody posting a reply - I've been dying to put up the next chapter. I'm sure you all understand... I hope...
Anyhow...

Chapter 2: The Master Of The Situation

The explosions tore through the Intergalactic Embassy, ripping out of the walls and engulfing entire floors of offices and conference rooms in a raging inferno. In the surrounding streets of the MultiRace Metropolis, the blast took motorists and pedestrians by surprise ? a multiple pile-up of hovercars ensued, all of them crashing into each other, sending passers-by running for cover.
Barricaded in his office by the thugs, Samuel was pitched to the floor as the explosions shook the building. The windows, looking out onto the concrete streets and ultra-modern, steel buildings of MultiRace Metropolis, were shattered by the impact. At once, flames roared up, barring any possible escape through them. Samuel heard the loud wailing fire alarms of the Intergalactic Embassy scream aloud. He panicked as he felt a stinging pain in his forehead. Although it had only grazed his temple, and not buried into his skin, Samuel knew he had been hit by a piece of flying glass ? a trickle of blood was flowing down his face.
Knowing that the building around him was ablaze, Samuel got up and ran to the door. He frantically wrestled with it, throwing his weight against it in order to force it open. But it wouldn?t budge.
?Open, damn you!? Samuel cried out, his voice full of panic as the flames on the shattered window frames grew larger. ?Open!?
But still the doors refused to open, and with an ever-growing feeling of terror, Samuel hammered and flailed at it with his fists, yelling aloud.
?Hey! I need help! Someone get this damn door open!?
He continued yelling for what seemed like an age, but nobody heard his cries for help, and nobody came. And still, the flames grew larger, now spreading into the room. A thick layer of smoke was forming in the air, and Samuel choked on it.
?Help! Someone help me! This room?s on fire!?
He slammed his weight into the door once again, and suddenly it came free and opened. Samuel, with a choking gasp of relief, stumbled through the doorway and looked up to see who had helped him.
Before his eyes was a young man, about twenty years of age. He was slender and powerfully built, handsome, with a look in his eye that showed he was a hardened, tough person. He had a slightly projecting chin, with a strong jawline. A grey bandana was bound around his brow, and his deep brown eyes gleamed with intensity. He was clad in a dark grey greatcoat, and a bandolier was draped from each of his shoulders. Two metal blades with jagged edges were slung across his back, and an assortment of high-tech tools were held in his bandoliers. They had to be Saurianite devices, Samuel thought. The technology of those is too great to have been invented by a human or any other intelligent life form. The legs of his black trousers were tucked into heavy black combat boots that almost came up to his knees, and the belt around his waist held a cyan-coloured S-A-C. His belt was partially hidden by the edges of his pale grey shirt, the collar of which was undone seeing as how the top two buttons were missing. Samuel didn?t need to see this man?s ID; he knew already who he was. His codename was ?Agent Jorge?, a man somehow connected to the SIARS. His real name was Sebastian.
?Samuel ? what?s going on here?? Sebastian demanded. ?Where?s the Hillyan ambassador??
?They?ve taken her!? Samuel panted. ?Those damn thugs have taken her!?
Sebastian was silent for a second, then he spoke. And when he did, Samuel heard the calm, commanding tone in his voice. He was the master of the situation, and Samuel felt confident in him that he would resolve matters.
?Right ? Samuel, get out of the building and alert emergency services immediately,? Sebastian took control of the circumstances at once, ?I?m going to go and retaliate ? try and find those thugs and see what they want with her!?

Alright, I'm really sorry about posting a third time like this, but I'm tired of continuously coming back here to find no reply. So...

Chapter 3: Jorge DomZ Retaliates

In the foyer of the Intergalactic Embassy, the four thugs who had taken Miss Valentine were manhandling her towards the exit. She was yelling and kicking, struggling in panic in an attempt to get free. Other thugs in the vicinity watched in amusement. The man with the energy pistol called over to them.
?Alright, mission accomplished, we?re getting out of here before the emergency services arrive ? we?ll take the prisoner and leave first, then you lot follow on!?
The four of them savagely pulled Miss Valentine through the exit, where a black hovervan with escorting hovercars of the same colour and design were parked. The criminals in the foyer watched as Miss Valentine was locked into the back of the hovervan. The four men who had taken her hostage climbed into the van also, and the engine revved as the van?s hoverjets powered up.
The thugs watched the hovervan go, and some of them began moving towards the exit also as they made their way to their hovercars. At least six others remained behind as a rear guard. They listened to the noise of the embassy?s fire alarms wailing, and the roar of the inferno that was consuming the building.
Outside, six of the eight hovercars, and the van, drove away.
?Okay men,? one of the rear guarding thugs spoke, ?they?ve gone. It?s time we were off too-?
That was as far as he got, for suddenly, there was a crashing of metal girders as several roof supports collapsed. The six thugs ducked out of the way, then gasped as they realised that it hadn?t been the inferno that had caused this ? it had been a man, who had just leapt down out of the fissure that had been torn in the ceiling.
Sebastian landed on both feet, went down into a combat roll, then stood up again, both of his jagged-edged metal blades clasped in his hands. These were no ordinary weapons he carried ? these were ? Menten? (an abbreviation of ?Mental Energy?) Blades. The thugs gasped in surprise as the jagged edges of the blades lit up in a fiery blue glow as Sebastian channelled his mental energy through them. They raised their crowbars in a defensive gesture, but Sebastian attacked them with a speed that was unmatchable.
Sebastian leapt through the air, spun once, and landed right in front of the first thug. He whirled both of his Menten Blades with incredible skill, and he was like a blue whirlwind as he struck down the first thug, then combat rolled to the right and lashed out at the second, bringing him down. He felt his power surging through him like an electric current, delivering a constant stream of energy to his muscles.
The third thug raised his crowbar over his head, in an attempt to bring it crashing down onto Sebastian. He didn?t even get a chance to raise it to full height before Sebastian was upon him, swiping at him with both of his blades. The fourth man stumbled backwards, drawing an energy pistol out of a pocket in his fatigues. He fired once, but the small orange sphere of energy missed by a metre.
Sebastian swung his blades again, smashing the energy pistol out of the thug?s hand, then following through and striking him down. The fifth criminal rushed at him, thrusting forward with his crowbar. Sebastian swiftly stepped aside, but the thug rushed in closer, so that he was unable to swipe with his blades. The thug?s smug smile quickly turned to surprise as Sebastian kicked out hard, driving one foot hard into his ribs and flooring him.
The sixth and final thug was backing off towards the exit door, and as Sebastian ran close, he held his crowbar out horizontally in an attempt to fend off the downward swipe Sebastian was carrying out.
A second later, the sixth thug also gaped in surprise as the first of Sebastian?s Menten Blades clipped downwards, cleaving his crowbar in two, before the second slashed upwards, finishing him off.
Sebastian raced out into the street. Five lanes of the road in front of him were strewn with crashed hovercars. He looked to his left, and in the distance, he saw the black hovervan with the six black hovercars escorting it speeding along, attempting to escape the scene.
Sebastian set off at once. He knew what he was going to do next.

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