Hi all, Sev Caravera here, Since Ubisoft is making a sequel to BG&E yet I thought I'd make my own. Make us a fraggin' sequel Ubi!!

Here's the first chapter, if people like it I'll post the next two and keep posting as I write:

Here we go:

SEV CARAVERA
BACKGROUND: Little is known of Sev’s background other than the fact that he comes from a noble family. For reasons unknown he has been living on the edges of colonized space. A place that is a haven for those who do not wish to be found…

PERSONALITY: Sev is mostly quiet, having little to say except on the business of money. He is most likely to be found in the corner of a bar brooding and watching the action from afar. Sev can, when in the mood for it, which is rare be an outgoing and lively person but these mood swings are rare. In battle he can get very talkative, ,insulting, goading and threatening his opponents. Watching Sev for just a short period is enough to realize that he is a man with many secrets and skeletons in his closet, unfortunately, he’s not letting about any of them.

OCCUPATION: Sev is a mercenary plain and simple, he likes his jobs simple and his money in his pocket.

SPECIAL SKILLS: It goes without saying that, as a mercenary Sev is a skilled fighter and pilot. But its immediately obvious that Sev is not only a skilled fighter, he excels at it, the battlefield is Sev’s element and his domain. He wields his sword with deadly precision, awe-inspiring skill, and a brutality that is at once as amazing as it is deadly. Additionally Sev is in top shape, is stronger than most and can intimidate with his sheer size, which is just over six foot. Sev’s has a great many other skills, everything from flying his customized Stilleto class yacht Icarus to being possessed of a great level of ability with computers and machines.

TOOLS: Sev’s main tool I his line of work is his ornately wrought and beautifully kept sword. Having to be ready for everything means that Sev carries everything from tool kits to his heavy breaching charges, used for blasting open sealed doors.

PRIZED POSSESSION: His sword, the only link to his past life.

VEHICLES: Sev owns both a Mercadi Stilleto, a heavily armed yacht that no mercenary could buy, even secondhand. His other vehicle is a Dyler GSX-350 turbobike, a hovering motorbike that can travel on land and sea at hundreds of kilometers per hour.

WHAT HE’S DOING NOW: Sev is currently working for the Iris network as Jade’s guardian.

STAR SIGN: Unknown

FAVORITE FOOD: A rough life has given Sev little preference food wise, but he has a special place in his heart for chicken.



BEYOND GOOD & EVIL 2
Jamie “Wolf” Driscoll

“The battle is won, but the war is far from over” the first words of the Alpha Sections Occupation Force as they stormed Hillys, mere months after the death’s of their General and Priest. To live on Hillys now is to know the terror and oppression of a militaristic occupation. The Alphas kill all who stand in their way, the resistance is splintered, 2 million Hillyians are dead and the flagpoles of Hillys are one again flying the flag of the Alpha Sections. The Hillyians have been beaten into submission; the resistance is capable only of making futile and ineffective shows of defiance. To make matters worse, the people’s hero, Jade has vanished and only she holds the key to finding the salvation of a universe…



Chapter 1: The Shadows of Dawn
“Purpose defines us”-Agent Smith, The Matrix

SYSTEM 4-HILLYS-Seaview-Akuda Bar-26/7/2435

Sev sat in the near pitch-black shadows of the Akuda Bar’s corner table covered in a thick brown cloak with a hood that obscured his entire face, save his mouth and neat, faint beard. Watching the crowd while sipping at his drink. Just then a short a guy, medium build, short black hair and green eyes walked and spoke to Mo, the enormous bull who ran the bar. After an inaudible conversation Mo pointed in Sev’s direction and the young stranger walked over and sat down opposite Sev. He looked up at the stranger.
“What?” Sev asked in a growl tinged with an English accent, a relic of a refined past.

“You Sev?” Nino asked. ‘This better be the guy everyone was talking about’ he thought’

“Who wants to know?” Sev replied he realized he’d given a yes answer without knowing.

“I hope you’ve been reading the local news, have you heard of a reporter by the name of Jade?” Nino asked, he hoped he could get this over with; this guy gave him the creeps.

“Yeah, what about it?” Sev asked, making a dismal failure of sounding nonchalant, he was intrigued as to where this was going.

“Well, she used to live in the lighthouse out there, until last night.”

“What lighthouse?” Sev asked.

“Yeah, we did a flyover earlier today, its been blown to pieces and there are high level energy reading around the island. We don’t know what they are but no one is willing to go have a look.”

“And you want me to go instead.” Sev said, finishing his latest employer’s sentence.
“Here are some photos of the people you’ll want to look for.” Nino handed Sev some photos, Sev glanced at them, memorized each one and slipped them into his jacket pocket. Nino looked like he was trying to think of another subject to talk about.

“Now, about my payment.” Sev prompted.

“Ah, yes about your payment, we can offer you 5K” Nino delivered his offer.

‘5K, I could fix Icarus with that, not bad, not bad at all’ Sev thought, “Okay, I’ll do it, have the money ready when I return.” Sev said ‘If I return’ He had a bad feeling about this.

Nino stood up and went to walk up, as Sev stood up to his considerable height Nino remembered, “Where’s your ship docked?” He asked

‘Local Spaceport, bay 4”

“Right, well send him around, good luck.”

“Send who around? Hey!! Hey!!”

“His name is Hub, ask him about Double H!”

Sev stood still, scowling at where Nino had just disappeared.

SEAVIEW SPACEPORT-Bay 4

Sev made it to the durasteel wall of bay 4 without incident; he looked up at the massive, brownish-yellow doors, towering over him. He located the console next to the door, laughably insignificant yet the only way to manipulate the giant doors. Sev punched in his code and stepped back. The massive doors slowly rumbled open.

“Hello, you Sev?” came a voice from right behind him. Sev stifled a yelp and spun around, a tall man was standing right behind him, Sev hadn’t noticed him. The man was taller than Sev by a good portion, wearing Hillyan regular army armour. He had a large head, thick eyebrows, fairly short hair and green eyes. Sev’s hand went straight to his sword’s hilt, hidden by his cloak. “There’s no need, I’m with Nino, name’s Hub.” Hub held out his gloved hand. Sev remained rigid, not moving, Hub lowered his hand and scratched the back of his neck.

“Your friend, he told me ask you about, Double H?” Sev inquired.

“Yeah, my old codename, I used it when I was working as an agent for Iris, it was…patrol!” Hub looked right, sure enough a trio of Alpha Section guards were marching their way down towards Bay 4.

“Move” Sev hissed at Hub, no time to double check this guy, he didn’t want to get tangled up with Alphas. They walked quickly over to Sev’s ship, Icarus, a Mercadi Stiletto class yacht, Sev usually stopped to admire his ship, a bullet like fuselage with two wide delta wings, green-on-black monochrome paint, slung under the wings were two long barreled G-565 autocannons the body terminated in a trio of large thruster tubes fed by twin Ruhr Mark VIIs, the whole thing was polished to shine bright enough to shave in. Sev quickly shoved Hub into the ship and closed the boarding ramp. Hub looked about in admiration, Sev moved past him to the cockpit which sat in the transparisteel nose of the ship. It was an elaborate affair. One seat right at the front surrounded by a semicircle of monitors and three more chairs further back each of which having their own monitors. Sev quickly brought the ship online. “Strap in, I’ve got a loose AP valve somewhere so takeoffs are starting to get a little shaky.” Sev shouted over the rumbling engines. Once he was satisfied that Hub was securely in place he pulled up ion the control pod and the yacht lifted lazily into the air, did a nose stand, spluttered and automatically righted itself. “See what I mean?” Sev pointed out “You can get out now.” Hub did so and staggered over to the pilot’s chair, looking a little green. “Where to?” Hub pointed out the island, Sev gave the yacht some throttle and pulled the ship into a shallow dive towards the island and the smoking ruins it played host to.

JUST OUTSIDE SEAVIEW-Lighthouse Island

Sev put the yacht down just outside the entrance to the island’s cave. “We’ll need to take the skimmer” Sev announced. The skimmer was Sev’s other pride and joy, a Dyler GSX-350 turbobike; powered by twin turbofans on its underside the bike was a small version of a skybike. Sev and Hub jumped on, Hub with some difficulty due to his armour. Sev fired up the bike, which made a deep, animalistic rumbling, he hit a button on the wall and the lower doors of the yacht opened, dropping the bike into the ocean. Or rather dropping it onto the ocean, the bike skimmed the crests of the waves before rising about half a meter above the water. Sev pressed on the throttle; the bike tipped forward, much to Hub’s discomfort, Sev guided the bike into the cave.

It was just like Hub remembered, only just. The dock was now strewn with wreckage, whoever had come here had torn the place apart, there were bits of machinery every where, the obvious marks of an attack. The mysterious Sev, still with his cloak on landed the turbobike on the jetty, blowing away small pieces of smashed machinery as the bike shuddered earth-wards. Hub leapt off and immediately started for the passageway up to the surface. Sev had just dismounted when the first laser bolt struck Hub square in the back.

“Look out!” Sev shouted, throwing of his cloak. Hub was surprised at how remarkably like Jade this young man looked, same vivid green eyes, same shoulder length hair, even similar jacket, though Sev was wearing a black sweatshirt that displayed his thick chest, cream trousers with neon purple lightning bolts and brown combat boots. Sev drew his weapon from its sheath on his back, a long, incredibly beautiful, ornately wrought sword. Hub checked out their attackers, they were small Alpha robots called Sentinels, roughly T shaped in appearance, they were simply a thin body with a laser dangling between two gas-turbine engines used mainly to police areas where the Alphas themselves wouldn’t go. Sentinels monitored conversations and were programmed to kill anyone at the discretion of its onboard TES (Threat. Evaluation. System). Which was what the Alphas claimed, though more accurately a Sentinel was also programmed to carry out random on-the-spot executions as a means of terrorizing the public. While these flying spies might have given ordinary people nightmares, the small drones’ simple battle strategies and basic construction would be little challenge to two seasoned warriors. Hub drew his T-Hammer from its hidden compartment and joined Sev, who had already taken down several droids with his elegant, finely tuned weapon and style of combat.

Though Sev fought, his graceful style making mincemeat of the drones, his thoughts were elsewhere, back to the time when he had first held the very blade he used now, back to a time of innocence, before the whirlwind hand of fate touched him, a peaceful time on Furia
“Focus young Sev” Father told me as I stood facing him in the courtyard of our manor, The long blade awkward and oversized in my nine-year-old hands. I strained and raised my guard, the better part of the long blade wavering dangerously in the air. My father came in and, using little more than a wooden stick, defeated my defenses and swiped my feet out from underneath me. “Stop fighting the weapon Sev. Let it become an extension of your arm, let your weapon become a part of you…”
I was fifteen, though I didn’t know it then, the next five and a half years would play host to my darkest hour. Back then I was like all people my age, convinced of my own immortality. Three years in the Border Worlds and two in prison soon had me seeing my life in a different life. I had stopped fighting my weapon. My appearance set the stage for my current one, my hair was long and I had the starting of a beard. My physique was in absolute top shape. I was dueling with my father, again out on the courtyard under the starry sky. We took a break and stared up at the stars “You’ll be up there one day son” my father said “And I know you will make me both proud and humbled to have raised you”. We stood side by side and watched a small green streak in the sky. At first I dismissed it as a ship, but as the streak became larger, more started to appear, Father was hustling me inside just as the teardrop shaped ball of green flame smashed into our courtyard with a blinding flash of light and a deafening blast….
The laser bolt had streaked so close to Sev’s eyes that it left smears on his vision. Sev shock his head to clear away the afterimage burned on his retina and found the drone that left him the souvenir, he gave the droid a souvenir of its own a X-shaped double slash across its body. Behind him Hub swatted the last drone into a wall where it exploded.

“Well, now we know what those energy signatures were” Hub observed, examining the destruction he and Sev had wrought on their attackers.

“Stay alert, there are probably more” Sev replied. But he was proved wrong. They exited the cave and crossed the short, devastated distance between the entrance to the hangar and the lighthouse. It was completely unrecognizable, what had once been a carpet of green grass was now a junkyard strewn with rubble and ruined machinery, most of which seemed to belong to the Alphas. In places the grass had been burned away, replaced with scorch marks from lasers and airship engines. Sev spotted a small, childlike hand underneath a girder. He rushed forward and pulled the girder away. He immediately wished he hadn’t. Sev’s breath caught in his throat he recoiled away from what he had, he couldn’t breathe, at his feet was a little boy, about a dozen laser scorches burned into his chest, his hand still clutching a kitchen knife, in what had obviously been a futile attempt to defend his life.

“No, poor little Jarred, he was just starting to fit in” Hub commented Sev picked up the waver in his voice. The remark sounded detached but it wasn’t hard to pick up the grief at this senseless act of violence. “How could they have killed him, he was only a…only a child” Hub asked, it was a question that could have no answer.

Sev climbed the stairs inside the lighthouse, he kicked a blackened piece of junk out of the way as he walked up, to consumed by shock to notice the small lens in the rubble until he was almost standing on it. Sev bent down and pulled away a slab of wood revealing, a camera. Sev picked it up and noticed that it had a note attached to it, it read

Whoever finds this,
produce of this film
it contains a photo of
an Mdisk hidden in the
room to your right,
find the Mdisk and play it
You will understand
-Jade
24/7/2435

Sev reread the message and then, as if on auto pilot went into the room indicated in the message, it took one look to figure that this was Jade’s room it seemed the least damaged, though it was clear someone had been looking for something in it, the rooms contents were strewn every where on the floor and that person clearly hadn’t found what they were looking for as they had smashed up the room in anger. Sev located what used to be a film-producing machine but was now a charred hulk perforated with laser blast marks. Then he saw a glint in the sunlight streaming in through the smashed window, he pulled the Mdisk out from under the cushion. Several photos came with it. Sev looked over the photos, they were not as he had hoped, evidence of who was responsible but a record of life at the lighthouse. The photos contained images of the inhabitants’ lives before this disaster befell them, pictures of happier times. Sev looked through them until he found the last one, it was a sepia photo of Jade looking up at the camera from whatever she had been working on at the mahogany desk wearing an expression of half surprise-half amusement. Sev held the photo at eye level , then lowered it, the puzzle clicked into place. “Clever girl” Sev muttered, he walked over to the desk and looked at it, scratched onto the desk was a picture of a fish with a circle around it and a arrow pointing in the direction Sev had just come from. Sev looked carefully at the arrow, it was curved and attached to the circle ‘like a fuse’ the thought suddenly occurred, so Jade had left a trail, on that had led to what she wanted to be found, and then a little further, Sev smiled and walked out past the stained glass fish on the wall “Nice try” he said to the room. He collected the Mdisk from the couch and Hub on the way out “Lets go” he said.

SEAVIEW-Akuda Bar-Iris Den

Nino slid the Mdisk into the player; it clicked, whirred and began to play.

VIDEO RECORDING 20/7/2435

Jade stepped back from her camera and sat down. She sighed, pushed her hair back and then gave up attempting to put of the inevitable. “If you’re watching this I hope you’re not an Alpha. If your not, they’re coming for me, I know it so this will probably be my last chance to record this before its too late, chances are they’ll kill me.” She straightened up and restarted, sounding more like the old Jade: tough and stubborn “Don’t try to rescue me, what I have on this camera is worth more than my life, take it to the Galactic Council, give them the proof they need to deploy their armies against the Alphas. Find my camera and take it to the Council, its all that can be done to stop the Alphas and their DomZ masters.” The recording crackled out and the image on screen was replaced with snow.

END VIDEO RECORDING 20/7/2435

“We’ve got to help her” an American voice said at once, Sev turned slowly to see that the voice belonged to a short, portly pig clad in a brown jacket, whit sweatshirt that did little to hide his great belly, blue jeans and a pair of odd looking boots. “Pey’j’s the name, Ah’m Jade’s uncle’ Pey’j offered a three fingered hand for Sev, he shook it and returned to having his arms folded across his chest.

“Yeah, that’s a great cause, Mr. Pey’j but it has two big problems with it.”

“And they are?” Pey’j asked defensively, personally he couldn’t see any problems with going to rescue Jade.

“One, we don’t know where Jade is, or even if she’s still alive. Frag, she could be in Andromeda” Sev rarely swore but when he did, it made up for the usual absence of colourful language, “Number two, even if we could find her the Alphas will have her locked down so tight a rat couldn’t get with a parsec of her.”

“With that I may be able to help” Nino announced to the group, he was sitting at a computer typing furiously, “I learned to hack over the past few months” he informed the group.

‘You’ve got to be kidding, they expect to mount a rescue based on the information provided by a poster boy who learned hacking within the space of several months!?’ Sev thought ‘I’m collecting my check and getting out of here, suicide runs aren’t I my contract…’

This story is very good, and it's also much different from the other (also very good) BGE2-stories we've had so far. I like the character and your take of what BGE2 should be like. I would like to see the rest of your story, the beginning is nicely written, it has excitement and drama(Jade's video-recording). It would be good to have a new story, please continue it.

Thanks man!! In Sev's words: farg, I was really worried that people wouldn't like it, chap3 isn't quite finished as I haven't had much time recently, also been a bit unispired, ran out of ideas.

So heres chap2 and what I've got of 3

Chapter 2: Rescue and Revelation
“Expect the worst, and you’ll never be disappointed”-Murphy’s Law

SYSTEM 4-Lanos’s Fifth moon, Sahara-Basin spaceport 2/8/2165

Several days later Sev descended the gangway from his ship and placed his first footprint on Sahara, the fifth moon of System 4’s massive purple gas giant Lanos, Sev checked out his environs, like everything on Sahara, and every other desert world Sev had visited, there was not an inch of ground, machine, people or structure that was not covered in gritty, coarse sand. Everywhere machines covered in coarse weave rattled away, tended by spaceport crewmen. He was blasted with heat and dust as an old tug set down nearby behind him Pey’j and Hub walked down the gangway, their weapons displayed in plain sight, for Hub his T-Hammer was slung on his back, Pey’j’s Barocco D-53 cutting hammer hanging in a sling at his waist, for Sev, he had discarded his cloak and his sword’s hilt and gleamed in the sunlight as it hung from the strap attached to his nano-sheath they met between the two ships. Sev paid the dock master for a trio of security bots to guard his ship and a refuel, with that taken care of the three set of into the dusty streets for a guide to the surrounding area, known as the Badlands, and not without good cause…

SAHARA-Badlands-Five hundred metres from ruins at Call--3/8/2435

The old base at Call was in ruins, having been abandoned for years, left to the scavengers, junk merchants and desert elements it was not a pretty sight, there was not a single undamaged building, overall Sev, decided the term ‘ruins’ was fairly appropriate. It was in the middle of nowhere, days from any marked trade routes. So why was a massive black bunker sitting squat in the middle of it? The answer was fairly clear, the dome-shaped bunker was flying the Section Skull, the flag of the Alphas. It was here that Jade was being held ‘Not for much longer’ Sev reminded himself. He lowered his binoculars and started towards the camp, his companions in tow…

ALPHA SECTION BASE-Prisoner’s barracks

Jade had heard the gunfire even in her isolation cell someone was here! She prayed it was to rescue her before the Alphas started killing the prisoners to prevent them talking as a lot of prisoners had overheard conversations between the guards. Right now they were all locked inside the prisoner barracks, a massive rectangular structure holding hundreds of bunk beds, Jade however was inside an isolation cell, cut off from the other prisoners. Conditions inside the barracks were best described as squalid, the barracks hadn’t been cleaned since they were first built and that was the way the Alphas liked it, keeping the prisoners as downtrodden as possible, crush their will to fight. On some it had worked, there had been more than a hundred suicides in this hellhole. Jade had spent the last hour listening to the fighting, trying to find out whether the beatings and ‘interrogations’ had crushed her own will. For the past few months, that answer had been yes but now, with the hope of freedom she had found new strength and she felt some of her old stubbornness returning.
Another hour later and a muffled yell of “Fire in hole!” came through the durasteel door at the barracks entrance, five seconds later a powerful explosion from a D-12 heavy breaching charge blew the doors of their hinges and across the room, Jade readied her makeshift shiv made in secret during her imprisonment, she decided to find her Dai-jo staff later on, the guards kept all the prisoners belongings in the storage lockers somewhere nearby. As the smoke cleared a young man stepped through, bearing a remarkable resemblance to Jade behind him a pair of people Jade recognized better stepped into the barracks “Pey’j!” She yelled out, dashing forwards into her uncle’s arms, the other person was Hub, who stood with a huge smile on his face “Hello Miss Jade” he said. She turned to the third person, a complete stranger who’s appearance was almost like looking into a mirror for Jade minus being covered in blood.

“I take it your Jade” Sev growled, noting that she seemed rather pale, Sev noted that he was covered in blood, none of it was his. Jade nodded weakly. “Lets get out of here” HE said to her.

“What about the other prisoners?” Jade asked.

“Dead.” Was all Sev said.

ALPHA SECTION BASE-Main gates

“Frag” Sev swore under his breath, the Alphas had brought in some reinforcements, a squad of Assault Alphas backed up by a four-legged, 15 foot tall walker. Sev noted that some Alphas were carrying O.I.C.W.s, Objective Individual Combat Weapons, high tech assault rifles which had fully integrated computer systems and two barrels, one firing high explosive grenades or bullets, the other firing basic rifle rounds at a fully automatic rate of fire (ROF). “Hmm, O.I.C.W.s, I’ve always wanted one.” Sev remarked casually. He reached for his sword in its nano-sheath on his back and drew not only it but also Jade’s Dai-jo staff.

“Hey, can I have that back?” Jade asked on seeing her prized weapon. Sev immediately handed her the staff. “Thanks”.

“Let ‘em have it!” Sev roared, charging forwards into a hail of gunfire behind him Jade, Hub and Pey’j charged forward. Sev crashed into the first Alpha, knocking the soldier of his feet, Sev impaled him on his sword and leapt to the next guard, he made his way through the guards towards the walker, when he reached it he scaled up its leg, used his sword to cut the armour of its actuator and stuffed a heavy breaching charge in. He set the timer for two seconds and leapt of just as the charge exploded throwing everyone around it to the ground. Sev recovered quickly, grabbed an O.I.C.W of the ground and fired a burst of bullets at a group of Alphas, what he didn’t realize was that the gun was on grenade mode, the gun kicked back and lobbed a high explosive grenade at the pack, throwing the trio of Assault Alphas into the air. Sev smiled with grim satisfaction, clicked the rifle back to auto mode and open up into the pack of Alphas, felling another three. He held the O.I.C.W over his back, the nano-sheath immediately melded itself around the weapon, relieving Sev of its weight, he drew his sword again and bull-rushed the remaining guard only to have his target collapse to the ground, standing behind it was Jade, looking triumphant and wearing a grin of victory. “Don’t get to cocky, we’ve got to get back to the port, then to Hillys and try to lay low there” He could have said something more accurate like ‘try to keep you alive’ but it seemed to pessimistic in the light of Jade’s optimism and happiness at freedom. Instead he said, “Welcome back to freedom”…

Chapter 3: The Warrior’s Code
“I see that the path I chose through the maze makes me who I am”-Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

SYTEM 4-Sahara-High Orbit-Onboard Icarus-3/8/2435

“…Frag it! Listen to me I know we can’t return to Hillys with her in tow, just get me a hyperspace vector to somewhere friendly to Iris we can take her!” Sev snapped at Nino over the vidcom “now” he added menacingly. Nino looked way for a minute at another console.

“Got it!” He said triumphantly “There’s a small landing bay on planet Atlas in the Andromeda system, its unregistered and not on any maps so Iris use it for smuggling people and supplies into the hideout there, I’ll e-mail you some maps of the Andromeda system, planet Atlas and Jurgen city. Vector is 44-32-1256 to 65-72-860, once you’re there use he maps to locate the landing pad, Jade knows the Iris contact there so don’t worry about IDing him. ‘Lovely, we have to go to Atlas and meet another mystery Iris contact, last time I did that I got stuck with these two’ Sev looked back down the cockpit at the trio sitting together talking to Jade, he took the time to examine her appearance more closely, she had large green eyes, shoulder-length black hair, green lipstick and had donned her usual gear, a white tank top, green jacket and jeans, and white trainers. He didn’t kow why but he felt protective of this woman, who was clearly capable of taking care of herself, she had been ready to gut him back in that prison. And yet… Sev shook his head to clear his mind of whatever he was thinking ‘Snap out of it, you’re a mercenary not some knight in shining armour, she’s already got that Hub guy. Stop thinking about her and start thinking about getting your paycheck and getting yourself out of this mess’ Fortunately Sev had a chance to purge Jade from his mind, according to his computer they were almost at the jump vector “Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking, please find the nearest chair, fasten your seatbelts and prepare for hyperspace. When he was sure the whole team was firmly strapped into a chair he maneuvered Icarus around to the correct vector and hit the jump button. Icarus with its gleaming hull vectored towards the distant star of Andromeda and, with the sun at its back and the purple gas giant Lanos hanging lazily nearby jumped into hyperspace with a loud boom, leaving three long white vapour trails in its wake.

ANDROMEDA-Atlas-Inbound space lane-3/8/2435

Icarus came careening out of hyperspace, precisely, the computer informed its crew, where they wanted to be. The ship lost velocity faster than a falling brick, coming to a full stop, minus drift from solar winds within three seconds of leaving hyperspace and entering realspace. Sev looked out over the view from the cockpit and checked his co-ordinates again, they were exactly where they wanted to be, the hyperspace exit vector for planet Atlas. Unfortunately the exit vector charts didn’t take into account the trio of Alpha Section police cruisers floating around the vector, one thought raced through his mind, unfortunately it wasn’t particularly helpful ‘Alpha cruisers! What the frag?!’Sev took one final look at the trio of bullet shaped Alpha cruisers with long downward sloping wings had surrounded his ship, as good as Icarus was, three cruisers had him sufficiently outgunned. Sev snarled at the cruisers “Nino!” he snarled at no one in particular, seeing as Nino wasn’t present.

“I wasn’t his fault Sev” Hub said consolingly “He must have assumed you knew about the garrison on Atlas.

“You don’t assume anything when you’re dealing intelligence Hub! You of all people should know that!” Sev replied.

“When you’re finished arguing, you might want to answer that comms before they decide to blow us up” Pey’j said, smoothly inserting himself between the two.

Sev swung his chair around, put his headphones on and pressed the flashing reply button on his console.

“This is Alpha Section police cruiser Indomitable to unidentified craft, you have fifteen seconds to transmit you’re identity, license and registration and flightplan.”

“This is personal yacht Icarus to police cruiser Indomitable. License is 2234667801009 and rego is 443556011, I’m on my way to Atlas with a shipment of power cores for a friend of mine who runs a junk dealership there, want me to call him?” That was the golden word; police hated dealing with small business owners, especially ones who were most likely involved in something that was technically illegal.

The Alpha on the other end of the comms channel sighed and said “Alright, proper procedure is that we check your contract and your hold but it’s been a long day. So just move along and don’t tell anyone I let you through or they’ll have my ***.”

“Right, pleasure dealing with you Indomitable, this is Icarus over and out.” Sev cut the channel and let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, that had been tense his heart was hammering. He swung the yacht around to face Atlas and resisting the temptation to floor the throttle flew towards the looming city planet of atlas at the marked speed limit the whole way…

ATLAS, GIANT CITY PLANET-Iris landing pad-4/8/2435

The secret Iris landing pad was well concealed underneath a giant exhaust fan, complete with steam. After confirming their identity with the suspicious sounding control officer Sev brought his yacht down for a smooth landing on the 120 foot round tarmac. There were already a pair of cargo skiffs being unloaded on the circular landing pad; the entire landing bay was cylindrical, with black wall broken only by vents and the enormous control room window. The pad was concrete and covered in boxes, a generator stood growling at one end while a pair of tanks sat at the other, their long pipes leaking fuel onto the already dirty pad. Sev landed and lowered the gangway, wincing at how long it would take to clean his ship after landing here. He grabbed his nano-sheath from its rack and checked that both his sword and newly acquired O.I.C.W were still in it, he slung the strap over his shoulder and walked down the ganway, Jade, Pey’j and Hub having already marched across the pad and were waiting at the door with ‘lift’ painted on it in peeling yellow letters. Sev joined them “This is the Iris base” he said, giving the dirty setup a dubious look.

“We’ll since were terrorists we don’t have much choice in real estate” a shark in grimy orange coveralls snarled at him.

“So who is it that you know here?” Sev asked Jade.

“I don’t know who Nino was talking about, it could be anyone.”

“Oh great, so you don’t know who it is your friend sent us to meet and you’re dragging me along for this?” Sev asked incredulously.

“Well it’ll do you some good to think about someone other than yourself for” Jade replied calmly, with a trace of strength in it.
Sev didn’t notice the warning “Oh, I don’t ‘think about anyone other than myself do I?’ Frag and to think I agreed to do this for 5K!”

“Money and yourself, you’re a typical mercenary that’s all you care about!” Jade snapped, the air seeming to crackle with her energy, it was.

Sev stepped back, cowed as the life arrived he remained silent, obviously unwilling to risk another outburst from Jade, it was apparent that he had just acquired the slight fear of Jade everyone had, never argue with a woman, why hadn’t he learned that yet? Stubbornness, Sev answered his own question. The lift shuddered to a halt at a grimy steel door marked ‘Control’ the four companions stepped through to meet a familiar face sitting in a chair surrounded by banks of consoles.

“Hahn!” Jade, Hub and Pey’j yelled in surprise. Hahn hadn’t changed a bit in the few months since he disappeared. He still had the orange turtleneck sweater, was still wearing the friendly expression he always had and was still completely bald.

“Hello everyone” Hahn said, clearly just as happy to see his friends as they were to see him. He saw Sev standing in the shadow “Ah, you must be Mr. Caravera, the mercenary Nino told me about, he tight-beamed just after you left for Sahara.” Hahn said as if it were common knowledge.

“Caravera?” Jade asked incredulously.

“What about it?” Sev replied in a just-watch-where-you’re-going tone.

“Nothing” Jade said cheekily, causing Sev to scowl even more.
“Now, I have something you might want to see” Hahn paused, holding his hand to his ear “There’s an urgent call for me from Hillys, I’ve got to answer it.” With that Hahn bustled out, a moment later he reappeared and said “Pey’j they want to speak to you to.”

“Alright, tell Iris Ah’ll be there in a moment.

Ten minutes later Sev heard the sound of the skiff back in the docking bay take off and a new ship arrive, even muffled by the durasteel that both separated this room from the docking bay and covered the entire surface of Atlas, Sev had a faint sense of recognizing the sound. It took him a moment to place it, his suspicion was reinforced when he heard the sound of T-Hammers, a brief scuffle and a laser blast. Sev looked at the others, they all still remained unaware, and it was clear that only Sev had heard the sounds. “Hahn! That fraggin’ human tricked us and I think Pey’j is in on the deal!”. His companions didn’t get a chance to reply with anything other than scathing looks as, at that moment the door blasted inwards, kicked clean of its runners by the power armoured boot of an Alpha Section Elite. The Alpha Elite was the most dangerous of all Alpha infantry, they were the most highly trained soldiers, heavily psycho-indoctrinated, given the best equipment and were the veterans of a hundred wars, the Alphas most trusted soldiers. All in all the Elites were more than a match for a mercenary, an ex-soldier and a reporter and they knew it. ‘But there’s one thing their not a match for’ Sev thought, it was time to reveal who he really was, no more hiding his past, no more running from it, no more fear “Do you really want to fight me?”

“What can you do pup?” The lead Elite growled.

“This” Sev replied, his appearance began to change, his skin slowly turned gold and his eyes began to glow a blue turquoise , slowly, he drew his sword from the nano-sheath, he calmly walked towards the lead Elite the shouts of warning of his allies and the jeers of his victims meaningless noise. Soon sound had no place at all as it faded from his existence, his vision tunneled and only his target was visible. Without warning he leapt silently over the first Alpha, dealing a deathblow to the neck going up and slicing his gas tank of as he landed, odd trails of an insubstantial red mist followed his every move as he decimated the Elites, striking down all but one in a single fell swoop. Then the dream ended, the world resumed its normal state, sound came flooding back into Sev’s ears and his vision returned to normal. IT seemed however Murphy’s Law was in effect and the sole survivor was carrying a permanent state energy shield and large double sided T-Hammer, this was clearly the heavy weapons man of the group and appeared to be the true leader, his enormous, eight foot suit indicated that he was of high rank, leaders get the best gear after all. This one soldier alone could best Sev Hub and Jade in a fight and there was no way to run, there were only one option: die fighting.

Sev stepped forward to die like he knew his father would have wanted him to, fighting to the last drop of blood in his body. It never came to that, a small gun mounted on the Elite’s shoulder pad rolled forward and powered a dart into Sev’s chest, he knew at onmce what the sudden paralytic feeling meant ‘Tazer darts! So they mean to take us in as prisoners!’ the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was another squad of Elites piling in and the forms of Hub and Jade lying on the floor, then it all went black…

LOCATION UNKNOWN -Time, Date unknown

Sev regained a kind of foggy sense of existence; he knew instantly that he was being drugged and that he was securely strapped down to a surgical table by heavy leather straps. He overheard the conversation being carried out apparently next to his bed, his eyes still shut.

“…All the more reason to dispose of them all” the first voice said in a tired tone, this argument had obviously been going on for some time
“But this is a chance we will never have again!”
“The DomZ have plenty of Furion prisoners from when they attacked Furia.”
‘Plenty of Furions, prisoners!’
“Yes and they don’t seem particularly willing to let them go, those Furions are like a banquet to them.”
“I can always turn to General Kh…”
“Don’t say his name!”
“Alright alright! Don’t go off the deep end, we can still see what high command can do can’t we?”
“The Alphas are a puppet show for the DomZ and High C are the main characters.” The first voice replied cynically.
“You just watch what you say, better people than you have disappeared for saying things like that”
“Oh really, im not afraid of the Alphas, they need us to much, why haha without us the girl would be nothing but a trouble maker and they’d never get her to the DomZ, no my friend, job security is very good here”
“Oh that’s what you think, but one day I’ll wake up and have a new partner!”
“You sound li…”
Sev lost his grip on reality there and then, fading back into a haze and then into a deep, drug induced coma, what happened in the next few weeks Sev felt or sensed nothing of, but he project continued…



Chapter 4arkest hour
“Wake up Mr.Freeman, wake up and smell the ashes”-The G-man, Half Life 2

ATLAS-Alpha Section Prison-The Pit-8/9/2435

The pair of Alphas marched along the thin walkway that surrounded The Pit, a giant, hollow cylindrical colossus who’s walls were honeycombed with hundreds of small 12x12 foot cells. Rising through the center of The Pit was a giant spire with dozens of walkways leading out to the walls. The prison was different to the one on Sahara, it was dirtier and certainly more dangerous. One quick look over the railings and one saw the curving wall stretching down so far that it was impossible to see the floor several hundred meters down. The pair of guards were carrying a limp object, they opened a cell and tossed the body in it.
“You think he’s dead?” The first Alpha asked.
“No just out to it” The other one replied “he’ll wake up and he’s in for a shock when he does”
The two Alphas marched away, their sadistic laughing echoing around the prison.
‘All things that begin, must end, your journey is at a turning point young Sev, remember these words: You are Furion, their meaning will become clear in time, then and only then will we meet…” Sev woke with a start. Breathing heavily he surveyed his surroundings. A prison, his cell was in the shape of a half cylinder, roughly twice his height in length and width. Sev got up cautiously and moved to the door to his cell. What he saw astounded him, Sev had heard rumours about The Pit last time he visited Atlas, but he never expected to see it. He massive hollow cylinder stretched up and down further than the eye could see, it was going to be a real pain to get out of here…

ALPHA SECTION PRISON-The Pit-Recreation Area-12/9/2435

Several days had passed since Sev’s capture and he had got the
grip of prison life quickly. It was rough, violent and if you weren’t
careful, short. He had already planned his breakout, using the other prisoners to begin a revolt and seize the prison; tonight was the time it would happen, Sev looked down at his tiny shiv a far cry from his sword but it would have to do until he got a better weapon. The guards were not Alpha Section soldiers, guarding prisoners was to trivial a task for them, instead the prison guards were simply basic grunts recruited with promises of glory and stuck on guard duty, armed with nothing but orange coveralls and shotguns. There were rumours of so-called ‘elite guards’ who had access to heavy weapons and better armour. Sev checked his watch, eleven, it was time. He looked up at the burly walrus across the dusty, octagonal yard on The Pit’s floor and nodded. The walrus walked up to the nearest prisoner and dropped him with one swipe, in seconds the guards were down in the yard clubbing the walrus. This was Sev’s cue, he dashed forward at the guards, drew his shiv and impaled one in the back, the guard dropped his gun and fell down Sev grabbed the shotgun and turned it one the guards all around him, before anyone knew what was happening the guards were dead and the alarms were sounding “Now!” Sev roared other prisoners raced about, some close enough to the dead guards to grab their weapons other drawing shivs and clubs made in secret. The pack raced toward the exit killing more guards along the way. At the exit they found a squad of guards set up behind a barricade. They surged forward as the guards opened fire with a mix of shotguns and rifles dropping several of the leaders in a hail of gunfire. The crowd overran them slicing and clubbing its way through the defense. Sev slowed to a halt and turned to the other prisoners “Get their weapons and ammo, anyone who doesn’t have a gun carries ammo, the wounded will have to stay. They picked up several more guns along with retrieving the ones from the twenty dead prisoners the new gun wielding former prisoners now stood at the front of the pack. “Lets go” Sev ordered. Next stop was the lockers that held the prisoner’s belongings but more importantly it was the home of a large room marked ‘armoury’…

AIR VENTS

It had been a total disaster the guards had been waiting for them with elites and mounted machine guns. The prisoners had been cut down in droves, whoever survived the machine guns was torn apart by guards with military grade weapons, Sev had fought until he realized it was pointless, he had his own life to save he had dived into an air vent after stealing a new O.I.C.W from a guard and a belt of magazines. He now crouched in a small, gray vent identical to hundreds of others all over the prison, except for one thing, all vents had a small plaque on the wall at intervals of around 20 meters on which were written where the vent went, came from and where it branched off. This one was marked ‘exhaust outlet 1152-337’. The only thing gained from the massacre was that Sev had been able to retrieve his belongings from the locker with his name on it. He had found his clothes, sword, nano-sheath and S.A.C in the locker and had put them on in the air vent. Sev crawled onward for what seemed like hours until he saw a tiny point of light ahead, he crawled his way towards it and found himself staring out at a typical alleyway, rows of overflowing bins and skips, rubbish on the ground and a fire escape, opposite. He kicked the grate off and took his first breath of the semi-fresh air of freedom. Around Sev were other vents with steam pouring out of them, other exhaust vents. Unbidden, one thought jumped into his head ‘now, to rescue Jade: again’…

Enjoy...

Sorry to waste space but I've gotta say something: Yo poeple!!!! I know your're readin the story so start postin, I want to know if you like it!!! By the way, could someone tell me how to make a sig pic

"Life's what you make of it, fate, destiny they
all come into it. But in the end you are in control"-Sev Caravera

All I can say is that this story is really great, I like it a lot and I wonder why no one else has commented on it yet. Sev is an interesting character with a mysterious background, my guess is that he has more secrets to reveal.

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just read it, good stuff, i did kinda the same thing with the whole background info, fun eh?

I have yet to read the second chapter, but i thought id comment to let you know that someone else read it lol

Thanks guys! Here's what I got on chap 3, not much but I haven't had much time, so I might be able to bring in a big update on the weekend. IN reply Denden to you're commetn about Sev haing alot more secrets to reveal. Well, that he does. By the way chap three's title got messed up with some funny litle emoticon, it's supposed to be Darkest Hour.

Here's chap3 so far not much but its all I got:


ATLAS-Lower Elements-Street level-12/9/2435


A small figure raced through the dense forest of people, pushing his way through with surprising terror-driven strength. The figure squeezed out of the crowd and into an empty alleyway. The figure was fairly short, obviously just a child no more than 13. He ran down the alley and dived behind a large skip, he peeked back out, the trio of large black suited soldiers that had been chasing him barged onward, oblivious of the fact that they were no longer in pursuit of their intended victim. The small child was a goat, clad in a hastily made yellow prison uniform that had been covered up with a stolen jumper and trousers, it was the most outgoing of Jade’s orphans, Fehn. He advanced back down the alley slowly, wary of any other pursuers that may be out there. Suddenly a hand with a grip like iron clenched down on his shoulder. He spun around, painfully twisting his pinned muscles. He stared up into a familiar face. “Jade’ He squealed, except it wasn’t Jade, though the figure held a great resemblance to jade it was in actual fact a young man who stood there.

“Relax kid, I know Jade.” Sev said in a consoling voice.

“Prove it! Who are you?” Fehn snapped.

“I’m an assassin sent to kill Jade…

“I’m an assassin sent to kill Jade…



This is scary.

Uh oh! Plot twist!...
...Or is it just Sev's inappropriate sarcasm?
This is kinda cool, with a slightly darker tone than I'd expect from a BG&E2 fic. Much better than Beyond Good and Evil: Warrior Within!

Keep up the good work!

OICWs in BG&E?! Whats next, Jade gets ahold of the Future Warrior System and sees people through walls, and hammer hits take half of a heart instead of two because of the wound-absorbing body armor? Or should I ask?

No, there isn't going to be any armour like that. Though I might have a section in the story where Sev 'borrows' a walker like the one on Sahara or something.

I've been so swamped recently I've got 3 assignments to complete so I'm gonna be busy. Sorry guys but it might be a while before the next big update. Trying to write a bit every night. Stick with me!

OK, I just got really confused. he's triing to save Jade but he's really triing to kill her!!!?? What just happened?
p.s. cool story though. confusing, but cool. You go man!

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Jeezus. I don't know but am I a pioneer with the BG&E story segments that's spreading around? Makes me feel so proud such talented persons are lifting the BG&E spirit..<Sniff sniff> I'm so happy :')

About your story: Nice dark overtone. You've turned the BG&E good for all ages into a mature read with its dark themes. Don't get me wrong, Its wickedly cool! A very good approach. It's all about manipulating the spaces, thinking out of the box, all that jazz. Hey! Maybe we can collaborate and I can include you, guerra's, and Thiendrah's ideas into the mix!(Oh and Thunderpants too. Can't forget about the Pants. :-)) Check ya later, yall!