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Euphoria Jack

Posted in Blog Series, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Writing with tags on December 22, 2019 by darkjade68

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Euphoria Jack

by DarkJade

EPISODE I – ENTER

NEW YORK COLONY, 2139

“Jack hadn’t been at the office for a month…”

A young half Japanese, have Caucasian, 17 year old girl arrives in an automated Limousine Flyer, outside the high rise apartment building of ‘REAL TECH’ Industries CEO, and Owner, JACK RYAS.

The girl, EUPHORIA, is the head Hacker… Er… Computer Specialist for the company.

She has a slim, but slightly curvy figure, with white shoulder length hair and grey eyes.

Wearing all white, her outfit is skin tight, but with a utility belt, and wrist brace devices… and on her fingernails are little black skulls against a white background.

Outside the entrance are two very large security guards, dressed in all black, with dark shades…

Euphoria is also wearing shades, hers are silver…

…through them she sees all the hidden backup weapons on each of their persons.

“Hello…” she says as she walks by them.

“Euphoria…” one of them replies.

Euphoria crosses the lobby, and enters the high speed elevator…

…but before it starts to go up, she stops it, “Halt”.

“What if it’s bad news… What if…” her thoughts wander off.

“Go,” with this the elevator continues.

It stops at Jack’s bedroom floor, and opens.

She enters the barely lit room hesitantly… She’s never been anywhere near Jack’s Apartment, let alone his bedroom.

“Euphoria… Come,” he speaks weakly…

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…as he lays in his bed, several blinking medical devices are around him.

Euphoria moves very slowly, and can tell looking at him, that he is not well…

…tears come to her eyes, but she pushes them back.

“Hello Jack… We’ve missed you at work… I’ve–” she speaks, but is cut off.

“Come…” he says, patting his bed.

Jack looks to be in his late twenties, but whatever’s wrong with him, makes him look a bit older, and definitely thinner.

She slowly makes her way to the edge of his bed, and sits, as far away from him as possible.

He smiles, “I’ve missed you too.”

Euphoria smiles slightly, but than the dread of what he’s probably going to tell her returns, and she is subdued once more.

“Euphoria… What you’ve done for ‘Real Tech’… What you’ve done for me, has been…” he fades off, and coughs.

She stands and approaches him, “Do you need some water?”

His coughing stops, “Don’t worry, I’m not contagious…”

She sits next to him, “I’m not going to be around much longer Euphoria…”

She looks horrified, and can no longer hold back the tears, which begin to run down her face.

He places a hand on her cheek, “I’m leaving you in control of ‘Real Tech’… The things we’re accomplishing there… They’re changing the world.”

She takes his hand, “What is it… What’s wrong with you… We can stop it… We can heal you!!” she bursts out in desperation.

Jack smiles, “It’s no use… This body is done.”

She puts two of her fingers on his forehead, “But this mind is not… With the new Cloning Technology, and Consciousness Transfers, we’ll just get you a new body, I’m sure it will work…”

“Believe it or not, I’m a believer in the nature of things… Though it might seem the contrary with my companies creations…” he explains.

“There’s nothing natural about you leaving this world under 30!” she says spiritedly, and stands…

…when she does, she notices an open computer port with blue colored text across the screen… what one might call an old school way to process, or write.

Jack glances at it.

“I’m a Writer… I never told anyone that…” he explains.

She approaches the computer port, on the screen she sees writing about a fantasy barbarian character, called Khor’an.

“Khor’an,” she speaks.

Jack laughs a bit, then coughs, this time worse.

She rushes to him, and hands him a glass of clear water.

Exhausted, he finally stops coughing, takes the water, and takes a drink.

He sits it down, “Euphoria, tell me you’ll keep ‘Real Tech’ going…”

She stares at him, then nods in agreement.

He smiles, then picks up a small Identifier Tablet, signs it, then hands it to her…

…she looks at him, tears welling again, then signs.

“I better get some rest…” he speaks, smiles, then falls asleep…

Euphoria sits in the low lit room, rain starting to strike the outside window looking over the city…

…crying

PICTURE ART;

GIRL – Kazuma Kondō

Dark Light – Going Public

Posted in Blog Series, Fiction, Science Fiction, Story, Writing with tags on September 25, 2019 by darkjade68

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DARK LIGHT

by Darkjade

Episode 1

EPISODE II – GOING PUBLIC

THE YEAR 2037 – NEW YORK CITY

APARTMENT BUILDING – WEALTHY DISTRICT

60TH FLOOR – JADEN DARIUS TUSK’S APARTMENT

Jaden lights a cigar, and flips on his computer screen.

“M6, Open client list…” he speaks.

“Client List, Open.

He stands, “Clients… This is the last time you will hear from me… I appreciate all of you contracts, and will attach referrals for future services.

Jaden Darius Tusk… Out”

“Our You Sure You Want To Do This Jaden…”

He turns of his computer screen, “It’s done.”

Jaden puts out the cigar, throws on a black coat, and heads out the door.

OUTSIDE JADEN’S APARTMENT

He summons his craft, then lifts into the sky.

In his craft he brings up the 7 Hybrids on his screen.

“M3, take me to NORTEN BRAYLECK’S home…” he speaks to his vehicle.

“Affirmative.”

His ship flies for a bit, then enters a non desirable district.

DISTRICT 6

He lands his craft across the street from a run down home with 6 carrier crafts parked in front of it.

“This Isn’t A Very Safe Area Jaden…”

“I know…” he replies.

Suddenly, 4 heavily armed street youth in their 20’s approach his vehicle.

His driver’s door opens.

They’re a bit surprised to a very fit silver haired Jaden step out.

“What’s up old timer…” speaks one of them, aiming his canon at him subtly.

Jaden disregards the youth, stepping by them, and towards the house.

A fifth youth steps out from behind one of the black carriers, gun lifted, Jaden disarms him, removes the ammo cartridge from the cannon, and drops it on the street.

The youth follows him into the house, amused by what they’re seeing.

Jaden enters, there are two girl Hackers, and one more young thug surrounding another dark haired youth on a computer.

“I said no interruptions!” speaks the black haired youth on the computer, without turning to face Jaden.

“Norten Braylecks?” speaks Jaden.

The black haired youth turns to face him, he is of Asian decent, his eyes are dark with hacker lights in his eyes, “Who’s asking?”

“Dark Light,” replies Jaden, who seems suddenly shocked by this.

“You’re… Dark Light?” Norten replies.

PICTURE CREDIT – Bastion

Dark Light

Posted in Blog Series, Superhero, Writing with tags on September 23, 2019 by darkjade68

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DARK LIGHT

by Darkjade

THE YEAR 2037

NEW YORK CITY

A DOCKYARD 

Several shady individuals gather around a single, young individual.

“I didn’t see anything… I swear,” speaks the youth, as they begin to draw short blades to take him out.

Suddenly, in a flash of light, a Masked Man, one might refer to as a ‘Hero’… Or, ‘Vigilante’ appears, taking down three of them in a blink…

…the others run off.

“Thank man—” the youth speaks, but the mysterious figure is already gone.

APARTMENT BUILDING

WEALTHY DISTRICT

60TH FLOOR

JADEN DARIUS TUSK exits the elevator, his conditioned body notable, though he is in his low 50’s, and silver haired.

He opens the door to his apartment, and enters a dark chamber…

…dark save the city lights which blare through his all glass outer wall.

He peers out upon the city, then steps to his desk, and switches on his computer.

He brings up 8 photos on his screen…

…Twenty year olds, to late 30’s.

There’s a Red X across one of the girls, a dark haired one.

Hybrids.

He stands and pours himself some expensive whisky.

“You Really Should Consider Including Your Daughter In This Team You’re Assembling…”

“We’ve discussed this M-6… No… Send the locations of the remaining 7 to my Cell…” Jaden speaks, sits down the empty whisky glass, and heads to his room to sleep.

PICTURE CREDIT – Bastion

ROGUE

Posted in Blog Series, Science Fiction, Story, The Written Word, Writing with tags , , on August 20, 2019 by darkjade68

ROGUE

by DarkJade

EPISODE I – ACCEPTED

THE YEAR 2152 – EARTH

70 YEARS AFTER ‘DARK SKIES’

A MEDICAL EXCHANGE IN THE BLUE ZONE DISTRICT

“You really should see a Cyber Specialist Rogue…” speaks a dark haired, 40 something year old female, in a medical coat.

Sitting in a Cyber Adjustment chair is Detective CHESTER ROGUE, a black with silver tips haired, fairly rugged looking, yet somewhat handsome man in his early 50’s.

“Yeah… Well… If I do, they’ll just reignite the arms’ militant aspects… No thanks,” Rogue replies, as he looks down at his Cybernetic right arm, its’ electronics open.

She approaches the arm with an instrument, “Still…” she makes some adjustments, which cause his fingers to move.

She closes it up, “There yah go.”

He bends his arm, which appears to be functioning fine.

“Thanks Doc…”

OUTSIDE IN THE STREET, NEAR THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE

Rogue lights a cigarette, and clicks a switch on his key chain, causing the sleek black vehicle before him’s driver side door to open…

He gets in…

“Up…” the ship rises some 100 feet into the air, then propels forward, entering a metropolis sky full of other types of flying vehicles…

…From product, to people transport, to high end cruisers, to ships similar to his own in general design.

“I should go home… There’s no reason for me to be out here tonight…” he thinks to himself, as his ship swoops through the sky, avoiding all other craft.

It was a dark night…

Even for the Blue Zone District.

Lights in the city seamed as seldom stars…

As Rogue’s ship went low, the BOULEVARD was quiet.

…and it was late.

“Better than being home with my cat…”

Rogue’s eyes swept the streets, as if looking for something… Or… Someone.

“It’s better this way. We both need space. Autonomy.”

Suddenly three girls appear on the street, one looks dressed unbelievably, she has red brown hair to her shoulders, light makeup on her beautiful face… She looks to be like 26ish.

The other two are younger, but not nearly the scale of… Anything the first girl is.

The other two girls look scared, but trying to draw attention from drivers by.

” ROSE SCARLETT,” he says under his breath.

He knows her.

The girls see Rogues vehicle approach, and Rose waves the other two girls off, “I got this.”

Rogue pulls up along side the curve, and lowers his dark passenger window.

She leans over to peer in his dark cockpit, “Hi Rogue…”

He puts his cigarette out, raises the window, and drives away.

ART by Salvador Trakal

Maverick X – The Return

Posted in Blog Series, Science Fiction, Writing with tags on August 14, 2019 by darkjade68

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Maverick X

by DarkJade

YEAR 2120

A Black Aero One Man Fighter Ship enters the Y67 Space Station proximity, orbiting the blackened Earth.

“MAVERICK X, WAKE FROM YOUR SLUMBER… YOU’RE HOME” speaks the on board Computer, SHEILA.

A 50 something, silver haired Fighter Pilot awakens within the cockpit…

…out his front window, Y67.

Below, the uninhabited Earth.

“Yeah… I’m awake… Maverick X checking in.”

Maverick X clicks a few colored lit up switches and buttons, then attempts to contact the Space Station.

“Y67, this is Captain Maverick X, returning from Mission 8, do you copy…”

No reply.

“Sheila can you keep trying…”

“AFFIRMATIVE… Y67, THIS IS MAVERICK X’S AERO ONE, RETURNING FROM MISSION 8, DO YOU COPY.”

Meanwhile, Maverick X rises from his leaned back seat, stiff from the 2 year slumber, and turns on a faucet which blasts out cold simulated water.

“Ahh…” he sighs.

“THERE IS NO RESPONSE MAVERICK X… SHALL I TRY TO OPEN THE LANDING DOORS, AND LAND WITHIN.”

Maverick looks confused a bit, but rubs his face, “Yeah… Bring us in.”

Maverick’s Aero One Fighter Ship enters the doors Sheila opens, and the ship lands.

Inside, to his surprise, there’s no living beings within the Flight Docks.

“Sheila, turn on Security Canons… I’m going in, but I don’t want you to let anyone near the ship, copy.”

“COPY MAVERICK X.”

Maverick X grabs a D12 Laser Canon, opens the side door to the ship, and departs the craft.

“KKKKSSSHHHHHH” makes the sound of the doors decompressing.

He steps on the floor of the Flight Docks… They seem dusty, and cold.

He turns back towards his ship, “Take care of her Sheila,” then makes his way through the Flight Docks…

…no Human form to be seen.

Kron’Dark

Posted in Blog Series, Fantasy, Kron'Dark, Story, Writing with tags on March 13, 2019 by darkjade68
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Art By Liam Sharp

KRON’DARK

by DarkJade

Chapter One

KRON’DARK sat upon his great, black Battle Steed, on a hill overlooking the Kingdom of PENDON.

Beyond its’ great walls which extended for miles around the City, lay death…

And the poor ones who served it.

He was tired… Hungry… And Bitter.

But he knew there were no other villages or towns for miles from here…

…so he made his way steadily down the path.

As he reached the bottom of the hill, and made his way by the many fields of grain, the workers looked at him with dread, and desperation.

Could this one man… This Barbarian be the one who would save us?

The dim, temporary light in their eyes, then went dark again, as their heads dropped, and they carried out their work.

Kron’Dark paid it no mind.

He’d seen it all before.

A people who surrender their free will for a great wall to protect them…

…for a bit of grain, and dead flesh.

Their souls were no longer their own…

…they simply waited the day of reckoning.

“Excuse me sir!” a voice suddenly came from the field to his left.

“Excuse me… But are you Kron-Dark? Have you come to free us?” the desperate young lads voice pleaded.

He must have been maybe 15.

Kron’Dark gave the boy a slow gaze, his dark black eyes exposing the depth of the things that he has known, seen, defeated…

…he then looked away, and rode on.

PICTURE ART – Another Conan

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Black Angel – Rediscovery

Posted in Black Angel, Blog Series, Writing on January 3, 2017 by darkjade68

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Black Angel

by DarkJade

Episode I

Episode II

EPISODE III – REDISCOVERY

NEW YORK CITY

THE ROOFTOP OF JACOB’S APARTMENT

As the sun sets over New York City, Jacob stands atop the rooftop of his apartment building…

And as the sun reaches the sea, his black wings reappear.

“Where Do I Belong…

Surely I Have No Home.

Removed From The Golden City…

I Look Upon The City Of Light

I Must Seek Out The Three…

The First Begins To Come To me.

Suddenly the roof door begins to open, and Jacob takes flight…

From out of the door comes Ella Strom, and Mark T.

“This is where it happened,” Mark T spoke as he stepped to the edge where he nearly lost his life.

“I jumped from that abandoned building, and a hand reached out and caught me just before I fell to my death…” explained Mark T.

Ella steps to the edge of the building looking down, “That’s quite a fall.”

“And you say you saw a dark silhouette of wings, and a hand reached out and grabbed your arm… And this hand had a golden glow around it?” spoke Ella as she peered around the rooftop.

“Right!” Mark T responded anxiously.

“So how much is this going to get me?” he then questioned.

“It depends…” replied Ella.

“On what?” questioned Mart T.

“On what kind of story this ends up being…” she looked at him, “…but don’t worry, it will be at least a couple hundred bucks.”

With this Mark T. smiled, then smacked his hand in excitement.

“You can’t be up here…” a voice came suddenly from behind them…

It was Bruno, the landlord of the apartment building… A semi heavy, short, big mustache, balding Italian fellow with a cigar in his mouth.

“We’re just leaving,” as Ella walked by Bruno, she handed him a $20.

“I don’t want this,” Bruno spoke, insulted…

…and Mark T took it out of Bruno’s hand, “I’ll take it.”

Ella smiled, the two left the rooftop.

Bruno stayed and looked around a bit, when he saw Jacob, his wings gone again, sitting on a far edge… Out of site from where the others were standing.

Jacob was looking down at the streets below.

“Hey, you’re that new tenant, right?” spoke Bruno as he stepped up behind Jacob.

Jacob’s golden white hair looking unnaturally beautiful…

…he wore all white.

“Yes…” with this Jacob stood, “The name is Jacob.”

Bruno took a hit off his stogie, and shook Jacob’s hand.

“Wow… That’s a firm grip,” Bruno spoke as a strong feeling of peace rushed through him.

He sighed, and forgot what he was doing for a moment.

“I heard what you said to those two… So, I’m not allowed on the rooftop?” questioned Jacob.

“Huh? Oh… No… It’s alright… You ain’t doin no harm… Besides, you live here… I just don’t want no strangers, and/or reporters fussen around up here,” explained Bruno.

“Reporters?” questioned Jacob.

“Yeah… The woman… I recognize her… She’s from the New York News… She’s a good writer, but still… I like things to keep pretty private in this building… These people liven here work hard.”

Jacob nodded, and Bruno stepped away.

“Nice meeten you bud…” and Bruno was gone.

Suddenly a little blue eyed, blond curly haired girl’s face appeared in Jacob’s mind…

“Angelice… We don’t have long,” his wings appeared, and he took to the sky.

PICTURE CREDIT – City Of Angels