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[Mara=^.^=]

That's why I'm gonna try to keep mine under 4 chapters.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[CraazyOne]

LOL. I fail at keeping any of my stories short. Even my NK fic has grown to six chapters so far. XD I'd originally planned on finishing it in three...but that was back before I gave it much of a plot.




~Rachel~

[RocksmySocks]

Lol, mine was supposed to be short, too. It was actually supposed to end about where it is now originally, but the plot got more complicated earlier on than I thought it would, and now there's a whole second half of the story to get through. :rolleyes:

[Jimmygang 005]

WOW, great story Mara, I think great is still a small word to describe how good this story is, can't wait to see chapter 2, by the way hers some information you need to know for now:

1.first the kings and queens of the kingdom ware Neutrons Knights, so you first ware a Neutron Knight before becoming a queen.

2. when the kingdom need a new ruler the NK choose him/her by voting.

3. finally the knights in your story time by now are: neutron knight Kohirihiri, Neutron Knight Ally, Black Knight Hussein, wizard Sanzzo and the ruler is King De Carlo.

:) Khalid :)

[Mara=^.^=]

Gotcha.

I had already planned to incorporated Kohirihiri (who was actually Queen before me) and Lady Ally.

A few other people you might recognize will also factor into the story, but not as Knights :lol:

DANGNABBIT, this is gonna be longer than I thought...

[RocksmySocks]

DANGNABBIT, this is gonna be longer than I thought...

Lol, welcome to the world of Neutron Knights Origins Stories.

Take a seat. You'll be here a while. :lol:

[gummiworld]

*head explodes from sh33r awesomeness*

[Mara=^.^=]

Chapter 2, in which Mara heads outside into the rain and ultimately into the sky


OK, so it wasn’t exactly a laugh. It was really more of an insane, high-pitched cackle – which is perhaps why it caught my attention over the general brouhaha of hooting, howling, and off-key piano playing that permeated the room. I tuned my attention to the same wavelength as the laughter, hoping to pinpoint its source.

“WA ha HAAAA!” The distinctive guffaw echoed out again, this time from somewhere behind me. It was quickly followed by a desultory female voice. “Read ‘em and weep, ya wart-faced buffoon! I just royally flushed your sorry ass! CHEW ON THAT SUCKAAAA!!”

Wholly impressed by this person’s profound capacity for language, I turned around. There, a few tables away, a dark-skinned girl gloated over her poker hand. An eye patch covered her left eye, but it couldn’t hide her triumphant smile.

“Pay up, you weasel!” she demanded, slamming her fist down on the countertop. “And I want cold, hard cash! None of this I.O.U. crap.”

The loser grudgingly reached into his pocket, but before he could pay up, one of the tavern’s more inebriated patrons barreled into the table, sending the girl’s cards flying. There was an enormous crash as the man fell on top of the wreckage, still clutching a bottle of gin in one hairy hand. A moment of silence followed, then the whole tavern erupted into cheers.

“You idiotic, moronic, cave-dwelling oaf!” cried the girl, jumping up from her overturned chair. “I had a royal flush until you knocked my cards all over the place! Do you have any idea how much money was riding on that hand?”

The unconscious lug didn’t respond, and the girl’s opponent screeched with laughter. “Better luck next round, little missy! Judging by the state of the cards, I’d say we need to re-deal.”

She snapped around, making a fist. “I dare you to say that again, you snot-nosed, lily-livered, pasty-faced troglodyte! I won that round fair and square! You saw my cards!”

“Did I?” he breathed, stroking his goatee in mock contemplation. “My memory seems to be a bit fuzzy on the subject.”

“You cheating tub of lard!” she shouted. “Why I oughtta…”

She rolled up her sleeve to deck him one, but stopped short when she caught me staring at her from across the crowded room. I promptly lowered my gaze, but the damage had already been done.

“Hey, you!” she called.

I didn’t respond.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, blondie!”

I summoned up the courage to meet her gaze, and as soon as I did, her attitude pulled a 180. She immediately made nice with her card partner, smoothing his ruffled jacket.

“Why don’t you come over here and join in the game?” she beckoned, with the sort of crafty friendliness that suggested her intentions were anything but friendly. “Care to wager a few bucks? Nothing drastic, just a few dollars here and there… Good times will be had by all, I promise! What are you waiting for? Come on over! My friend here will buy you a pint.”

“What?” squealed her poker partner. “No I won’t!”

Still smiling crookedly, the girl left her cheapskate companion and swaggered over to my corner. She draped herself over the table, affording me a spectacular view down the front of her ill-fitting shirt.

“So,” she purred, examining her fingernails with exaggerated interest, “you don’t like poker. If that’s the case, what’s a fine, upstanding young woman like you doing all by yourself in this back alley dive?”

“Gaining profound insights into the nature of human existence,” I replied caustically. “You?”

“I’m hiding from my evil twin,” she said with perfect seriousness, blowing on her cuticles.

We studied each other’s reactions carefully, threads of understated tension woven between us. After a long moment her scrutiny abated, and she smiled brightly. Straightening, she thrust her hand into mine and initiated a vigorous handshake.

“The name’s Camille Sheena Rumba Tango Salsa van Puttenwassen,” she proclaimed. “But friends —and enemies, now that I think about it—call me Cami.”

“Mara Ess,” I said, returning her smile. “And thanks for the introduction. You have no idea what a pleasure it is to meet another human being with functioning mental capacities. We’re a rare breed around these parts.”

“Indeed we are,” she laid loftily, waving her hand in the air. “Say, how would you like to join me for an evening of morally dubious fun?”

“That depends. Will your evil twin be there?”

Cami giggled. “I like you, Mara. You’re like a little black cloud of rankling, sarcastic wit. Be a good girl and float along behind me, will ya?”

She pushed away from the table and headed for the door.

I blinked. “Wait…what?”

In response to my confusion, she quickened her pace, and I nearly knocked over my glass as I scrambled after her.

“Wait! Cami!”

“Hey you!” The tavern keeper’s inhumanely shrill voice streaked through the air. “Git back ‘ere! Ya gotta pay fer dat drink!”

I looked down to see Cami’s hand tightening around my wrist. She winked at me. “That’s our cue to go!”

Without another word, she dragged me through the crowd of drunken louts, across a section of splintered floorboards, and out of the door. By the time my mind managed to piece together the sequence of events that followed, we were a good half mile away from the tavern. We ducked into a shady alleyway, panting as we caught our breath.

“Fun stuff, right?” exulted Cami, her words hanging as clouds in the misty darkness.

A gray drizzle fell on my head as I leaned back against the cold, mossy stones. “Sure, why not?” I murmured, closing my eyes. “I mean, I’m already wanted for attempted murder. Might as well add petty theft to my rap sheet while we’re at it.”

“Ooh, attempted murder?” she cooed. “Impressive. And here I thought you were just a disgruntled outcast. Today must be my lucky day.”

“Listen” I said, turning to face her. “Witty banter aside, can I ask you what we’re doing out here? Is there a reason you wanted me to follow you? Now don’t get me wrong, I’d love to continue this charade – but first I need to know what exactly I should be acting out.”

“Weeeeell,” she answered, “my initial plan was to rob you blind, but I’ve since changed my mind.”

“Truly, words cannot express the depth of my gratitude.”

“As a matter a fact,” she continued, with an air of mischief, “I have a job proposition for you.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve animal sacrifices or nudity, I’m in.”

“Well, I can’t make any promises as to the state of MY undress, but I can promise you that YOU won’t have to run around naked…well, you know, unless you want to. Would you like to hear more?”

“Shoot.”

“I want you to join my little band of sky pirates.”

I gaped for a moment, unsure of whether or not to believe her. I repeated the words slowly. “You…want me… to join your little band of sky pirates.”

“Well,” she conceded, “It’s not actually my band…I’m just the chief contraband obtainment engineer.”

“By which you mean you’re the head thief.”

“Exactly.”

I turned my face away, mind racing with possibilities, reservations, and conflicting premonitions of wariness and excitement. There were many criminal organizations in Neutronia, but the sky pirates were one of the most notorious. They consisted of a loose confederation of rival factions that competed against one other – sometimes good-naturedly, sometimes not – for the right to pillage and plunder the countryside. They possessed some of the best stolen technology around, including the starships that had up until recently been the exclusive property of Neutronia’s alien immigrants.

After a moment’s consideration, I decided to play hardball. “Hmm, I’m not convinced.” I said, shifting my weight to one hip. “What kind of salary are we talking about here? And what about job security? I want my assets – and my ass – protected.”

“Your salary will be whatever you can get your filthy little hands on, and your job security will depend solely on your ability to pull the trigger faster than your opponent. Job perks include gold, glory, adventure, and hot pirate guys. Risks include terror, torture, mutilation, and possibly gruesome death.”

I gestured at her eye patch. “Like your eye?”

“Actually, I just wear that to look cool. See?” She lifted the square of black fabric, revealing a perfectly sound eye beneath it.

“So.” She stretched out her hand, and her invitation hung in midair like a question mark. “Do we have an accord?” she asked.

Suddenly I found myself smiling, and I grabbed her hand and shook it. “All right, you’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll join your crew…on one condition.”

“Oh ya? What’s that?”

My smile slowly hardened into something more frightening. “I want to give this whole world a run for its money. I want to take every law, every institution that worked against me in my life, and exploit it. All those selfish greedy bastards who have accrued power through injustice and corruption? ...I want to be the one to rip their hearts out.”

Cami shrugged carelessly. “Whatever, hun. I’m just in this for the lulz. You can take up your private agenda with the captain. That is…once we get to the ship.”

“And where, oh illustrious one, would that be?”

“Up there…” she pointed skywards. I looked up, blinking my eyes against the flow of stinging raindrops.


A moment later a bolt of lightning crackled across the clouds, illuminating a huge ship suspended over the distant rooftops.




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Face it. Pirate Cami pwns hardcore :rock:

I'd say 60% of this fanfic is grounded in truth :P



~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

LOL TRUFAX ARE TRUE.

HOLY SHIT CAMI YOU'RE SO COOL XDD

WANT MOAR.





.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

She's really like that too.

AAAWWW, you got rid of your moar cheesbrgr siggie. And after my cousin and I went through so much trouble to find it for you...


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

LOL I FREAKED OUT.

BITCH. XDD

I was like, "Whoa...who puts that in their SIGNATURE...WAIT WHAT ME"




.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

Bitch?

MEEEEEE?

Whatever could you be talking about? **halo**


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

I WISH I COULD GET YOU BACK

I FEEL SO INFERIOR XD






.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

Abusing power can be so much fun. :lol:


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

--mumblegrumblemopegrope--






.:!Gwen!:.

[CraazyOne]

--randomly jumps in and goes back on topic--

Sweetness! LOL, yes, Pirate Cami rocks hardcore. PIRATES, YEAH!

This is awesome, Mara.





~Rachel~

[gummiworld]

"I’m just in this for the lulz."

So true in so many ways...
Thanks, Mara!

[RocksmySocks]

Wow, hahaha, awesome! Pirate Cami ftw, Mara. That was too perfect.


Can't wait to see what's next!



-Rat Lady :ahoy:

[Kaytron]

Whoah Mara! :o

This is so awesome!
These pirates sound fun.

Can't wait to hear how you could turn from that into a queen.

^Kaytron^ :ph43r:

[Mara=^.^=]

Question time!

Umm, I'm a little bit unclear as to how all of us Neutron knights came together. Was there a certain order in which we met? Did we fight some kind of decisive battle? If so, against whom? And who among us was involved?

I want to go ahead and finish writing this, but I'm afraid of presenting information that conflicts with something that's already been posted. I've read through your stories, but I have a TON of work this week and my memory isn't so great.

Anyone wanna point out any major details that I should know?


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =