Foreword

Many people have asked me about the mechanics in my head, and where some of my ideas over the years have come from. The majority of these came from television, radio books and even video games. I haven’t “created” anything at all. All my work is an amalgamation of other’s works and ideas, a melting pot of influences bubbling away for seventeen years. After talking to people about the desire to create a universe, I was no closer to finding the perfect solution. It was only when a friend told me to write it down did I actually consider a written piece. Of all the forms I had tried, writing was the most obscure. Of course, I had attempted to create video games, movies, scripts, but to chronicle the events of Adimere in a basic novel was a shock back to reality. Of all the solutions, a novel was the easiest way to show the world the universe I had in my head. Originally, Factions was a school project based on Romeo and Juliet, set in futuristic Bikanel. Over the years it evolved into Factions, and during the evolution, a lot had changed. Bikanel became Adimere, Montegue became Mitchell, Denton became Korenchkin, and the Reds became North Star. But the basic story is the same. This is what started it all. I had decided to rewrite Factions into this current version, not out of personally wanting to, but to let other know what happened in the desert city known as Adimere.

Deep down in the crust lays truth. The cold hard constant of our world. Buried deep within everything there is the shining beacon of hope, the glimmer in the otherwise dark void of the human soul. This is my story about the extinguishing of one such eternal flame, the destruction of my superior, my mentor, my friend. My name is Jacob Mitchell; I was an Agent in the National Military Corps, ranked Third Class. December 31st was when my innocence died, along with the National Military Corps and her allies. It was the day a warrior fell in battle, when the champion of Adimere fell from grace. The day Agent First Class Anatoly Korenchkin was swept from the face of the earth. It was the day that hope died.


One

I suppose I should remember where this all began, try to think back to the origin of this catastrophe. My memory was faded from time, but the date is as vivid as a fresh print. December 4th, 2125. The day I returned from Bay City. It was meant to be a routine covert investigation. It was a trial run, so to speak, to test to see if I could handle Second Class. I failed in the worst way possible. I lost the data, my cover, and most devastating of all, I lost the trust of the entire National Military Corps. I was reprimanded and demoted for my actions. All was not lost however; I had one slight ray of hope, not to my knowledge at the time.
For on the 4th, the National Military Corps got word from one of its outposts in the north of its territories. Broken Hill, an old mining town on the edge of the National Military’s influence, had found a new source of a compound known as potassium permanganate; Purple Fire. The common name given to potassium permanganate came from the colour of the gem itself, not the fire it burns.

more to come... its all ive got at the moment -:- Vi

i feel like the minority here....i cant write at all.....


very nice btw

Listen to your english teacher for a change , Wolfy ......
That'll get your english up to scratch .

sounds good viator. looking forward to reading more. when you get enough, compile it into a .pdf to download from your site (or maybe TLR would host it)

nicely done Vi you write well

"...All idealization makes life poorer. To beautify it is to take away its character of complexity--it is to destroy it." Conrad
sycho_warrior

we'll give them moore

I can't exactly remember what Purple Fire was used for, and the proper explination would not stay in my head for more than a brief moment in time. all I knew was that is was more valuable than the air we breathe. That is, of course, if the air we breathe was on sale, but that's not the point. The Remnant had found something that North Star wanted. And what North Star wanted, North Star received.

Naturally, the National Military High Command was living in fear. they knew if that anyone found out about the Purple Fire, then the corpers would be down on us in an instant. At the time I was unaware of the developments in Broken Hill, only newly arrived home in Remnant City, a tangled mess of failure and lost love. A massive wreck of tattered pride and bitter sorrow over a monumental failure. These thoughts clouded my mind, dulling my basic senses, blinding me from the small leftenant that came crashing into me at lightning speed. A muffled cry came from my chest as we both fell flat to the floor.
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More to Come! - Vi