Black Star Hostility Reference Info. [Archive]

ArchAngel

08-22-2005, 12:11 PM

This is how Kailan got to the planet. The indepth history.

~Black Star Hostility Reference - Kailan

Kailan Age 18-

Kailan’s long awaited return from Gaia shown in full force as he returned to Earth to see his fellow resistance members smiling faces watching him emerge from the space pod. He had been gone for four years, and what a four years they were. He in fact was wielding a new gunblade, the Lionheart. Its magnificent blue blade glimmered in the moonlight as it shined down on Kailan’s back. All of the resistance members he could remember were standing in front of good old Warehouse 32B. Kailan was a small teenager last time he saw them, but even being so young he still gained their respect once Trichius left to Berada. The one person Kailan did not notice standing in the moonlit desert was Mr. Mindwaker himself.

“Where’s Trichius?” Kailan asked as he took normal strides towards the group.
“He still hasn’t returned,” answered a Mr. Tseng Katera, the one Kailan left in charge while he took his trip to Gaia.

The grin Kailan had from seeing his old friends quickly disappeared from his face when he heard Tseng’s words. Trichius estimated his return to be one year later, and here it was at four. Kailan quickened his pace towards the group. When he reached them he acted almost as if they weren’t there passing right through the group that was so eager to see him again. He went straight into the Warehouse’s communications center. Trichius always had a radio on him that could reach the Warehouse from anywhere in the universe.

“Trichius come in.” Kailan said clearly into the microphone.
“… … …”
“Trichius come in.”
“… … …”

This was bad there was no answer. This either meant Trichius to be dead, or for him to have finally decided to leave the resistance once and for all. Either option was bad. This meant that Kailan had to take it upon himself to run the resistance.

Kailan Age 22-

The past five years had gone so quickly it was almost like they never happened. Kailan had grown stronger Physically and Mentally, and the rest of the resistance had done the same. Kailan had been destroying the machines that came for him for many years now, he even had to do it on Gaia, but nothing could prepare him and the resistance for what was to come. The Emperor had sent the final capturing squad, an invasion fleet from Hedana. The resistance satellite picked them up before even the US.

The next few months were horrible. The pointless slaughter of whole cities filled the news. Kailan did all he could do to try to save the resistance, but the force of machines was too much. Finally the last remaining members and Kailan were backed to a corner. The seven of them had no choice but to fight their way out. Mr. Katera now being well into his sixties surprisingly survived with Kailan till the very end of it all. He saw the same amount of suffering and death that Kailan saw. As they fought, one by one, the resistance members fell to the machines. As powerful as they were it seemed that there was no end to the endless sea of metal. All six of the remaining resistance died fighting. Even if they died in the most gruesome ways they at least died with honor.

Watching his closest friends die like that angered Kailan. His dark half was beginning to show. He let out a loud yell as black electricity exploded from his body. Shockwaves were sent through the machines army short circuiting hundreds at a time. Even after his friend’s deaths Kailan fought valiantly deep into the night. Fire burned the once loving Earth as Kailan destroyed each machine dismantling piece by piece. Pain was no object to him. He fought through the cuts, the burns and the breaks. His body was covered in sweat, blood, and oil. The night finally ended and Kailan was still fighting through the machines. He had killed well over three thousand by now, but his body was becoming fatigued and hungry. He didn’t stop fighting though. He kept going until late afternoon where his body finally collapsed to the ground from exhaustion…

He awoke sometime later. He was lying flat on his back in a tiny room. He tried to sit up, but his body was too sore to move. His face cringed from the pain. His hands had been bound to the opposite shoulder from the straight jacket he had been put in. These machines were not idiots though. The straight jacket had strong plastic clasps and the room was nothing but a plastic chamber. It was obvious that the machines did not want him using his magnetic powers to escape. They even had two guards specially made just to guard him. They were made completely out of plastic to ensure their safety. It must’ve been mealtime because one of the plastic guards was coming into the cell holding a plastic try containing a glass of water and a cheese sandwich. The machine yanked Kailan up by the collar of his straight jacket. Kailan let out a small yelp of pain as the muscles in his lower back tightened then loosened up again. He moved his legs so he was sitting in an ‘Indian style’ squat on his bed. The plastic tray was set down onto Kailan’s lap and the machine turned to leave.

“How am I supposed to eat this?” Kailan sneered at his captor. “I don’t have use you my hands.”

The machine turned it’s head around 180 degrees so it was facing Kailan even though the rest of his body wasn’t Kailan’s eyes still droopy and tired stared at the lifeless face of the machine. It seemed like forever before the machine finally turned around and began to leave the cell.

“You didn’t answer me.” Kailan said louder than his first remark.

Again the machine simply stopped. This time his head didn’t turn. After a moments pause the machine continued out of the cell closing the door behind itself. Kailan let out a small sigh as he started trying to bend over to get his sandwich. He was able to reach the cup though, and by lifting it upwards he was able to tip a bit of water into his mouth. He carefully set the cup back on the tray and continued working for his sandwich. The water felt great and Kailan was starving. He was so hungry that he didn’t even pay attention to the pain his cramped muscles kept causing him. He just kept trying for the sandwich.

--- 2 Months Later ---

Kailan was beginning to look like an older man. He had grown a small beard as well as mustache. His hair had become a long platinum mess that went past his neck. He was well rested and in a pretty healthy state though. He was fed three meals a day, and could sleep as long as he wanted. The machines apparently didn’t have any plans for him until they got back to Hedana. Once a week the machines let him out of the straight jacket, but they feared to come into the room on those days so Kailan had to get by on not being fed once a week. Which was fine for him he loved being able to stretch his arms and move about his small five by five cell. It was on these days he contemplated plans of escape. To keep himself him shape he would do push-ups and sit-ups each day he was freed from he straightjacket. Even though living in the cell wasn’t bad Kailan knew that the real pain would begin once he got to Hedana. Trichius was his last hope left, but Kailan knew that chances of him still being alive were slim.

Kailan awoke to the sound of straps being released. He opened his eyes and sat up in his bed. His straightjacket was being loosed and removed from his body. This was always done by remote as to not put a machine in danger. Kailan rose to his feet and slid the straightjacket off the top of his head. He stretched his arms from side to side before lying on the ground to begin his sit-ups. This was the time he would usually think. Today was a little different though. After these months of watching the machines he finally knew the perfect time to make his escape. Each day there was a changing of the guard in which two new machines took place of the older two. This was the perfect opportunity for Kailan to escape. It gave him a clean two-minute opening. The plastic walls could be easily broken with his strength. Kailan continued his sit-ups waiting for the correct time to make his move.

Around when Kailan reached 342 the guards currently watching him left to go to the mess hall. This was it. It would be a clean two-minutes before the next guards came to guard Kailan. Kailan jumped up to his feet. The sit-ups hadn’t even made him break a sweat. He got into a firm stance pulled his right fist back then sent it flying at the hard plastic. It cracked, but did not break open yet. Kailan pulled his hand back again for the second round as an alarm started to fill his cell. He didn’t let it distract him, and instead threw his fist at the wall again. This time he was successful. The wall crumbled clacking to the plastic floor. Kailan stepped out into the corridor and took off running towards what he thought would be central command. Most ships keep the bridge separate from the living quarters, so by going the opposite direction of the mess hall he should find the bridge. He let his legs carry him down the hall. The metal letting a clanking noise each step he took. The alarm rang through out the halls and buzzed inside his head, but it didn’t matter to him. All he wanted to do was escape.

The amount of guards on this ship was not enough to ever subdue Kailan. It took an army of one million to capture him the first time. A single ship of soldiers couldn’t handle him. The machines eventually found him running and did all in their power to stop him from getting to the bridge. They were no matches for Kailan though. He dispatched of them with ease and continued to the bridge. The red lit halls were his path to finally escape. They were the most heavily guarded and no doubt led to the ship’s bridge. The more he ran the stronger the machines got, until he finally reached the bridge. Outside were two turrets and three guards. Apparently the word of his escape had spread and they felt guarding the bridge would be the best plan. Being surrounded my metal now he was able to use his magnetic powers again. The electricity surrounded his body again. It’s blue light breathed new life into him. It had been forever since he last used his electric powers. The current around his right hand started to spark as he clenched his fist. A hard lead pipe was pulled from the wall and was hurled through the air towards the left turret. It tore a clean hole right through it causing a small explosion. The sound of chain guns warming up filled the corridor. Kailan leaped out from the side passage he was hiding in.

Bullets whizzed past his head as he unfurled basketball-sized orbs of electricity at the three guards and final turret. Most of his shots met their target as two of the three guards and final turret were destroyed. Kailan tucked his head down and rolled off his shoulder back up to his feet. He sprinted towards the final guard. His right hand curled into a tight fist harboring even more electricity. The guard didn’t have time to react. Kailan’s speed was much too great for it. In no time his right hand was thrust upwards into the machines abdominal area. A hole was ripped straight through the metal leaving the inner-workings of the machine to Kailan’s deadly fist. He started pulling wires from the inside and flinging them to the cold metal walkway. Sparks were flying from the now dying if not already dead metal carcass. What happened next was too fast for even Kailan. Distracted by destroying the inner-workings of his enemy someone unknown shot Kailan in the back with a heavy tranquilizer. Kailan spun around to see the man who shot him as his vision began to blur until he finally drifted away to the dream realm again. The man had thick jet-black hair and was strapped completely down with weapons. A large shotgun-looking weapon was in his hand, but Kailan wasn’t hit with a shotgun burst. One thing was for sure though. This was no machine.

For the second time in three months Kailan awoke again in a plastic cell. His body wasn’t as sore as last time, but he had this unmistakable pain in his back that felt like he just got a vaccination. The straight jacket was back on, and everything was how it was before Kailan tried to escape. At the door of his cell stood a human though. It was the same man who had shot Kailan. Upon seeing him through clear vision instead of blurry vision Kailan was able to see a lot more detail. The man’s hair was down to his shoulders, but was pulled back into a wavy ponytail. He was wearing a dark gray flak jacket that was covered in ammo. He had various weapons across his back and around his body. He was somewhat tall with a good build. He was wearing a long-sleeved black T-shirt under the flak jacket where the sleeves were rolled up revealing numerous scars on his forearms. This was no ordinary man. In his mouth was a half finished cigarette still sending a small stream of smoke in to the air. The hot embers at the tip showed his breathing pattern. The man was at an angle from Kailan though so his face wasn’t visible.

Kailan sat up in his bed and the man turned to look at him. His eyes were a dark brown and scars were abundant on his face as well. His nose was slightly longer than usual and his eyebrows were very thin. The corner of his mouth not containing the cigarette began to show a half grin. Out of his pocket the man pulled a large wad of cash. He started leafing through it looking up at Kailan every now and then. The grin on his face slowly turned into a smile. This man wasn’t a friend of Kailan’s. He had been paid to keep Kailan under control. He was unknown to Kailan the first time and got a lucky shot at his back. It wouldn’t happen again. Kailan rose from his bed and moved up close to the door. The only thing in between him and this bounty hunter was 7 inch plastic. Kailan looked through the crystal clear plastic and waited for the man to look up from his cash again. As soon as he did Kailan mouthed through the glass.

“You got lucky.”

Kailan Age 23-

The stars shined bright as the ship docked into the central tower of Hedana. Kailan was asleep when they arrived, but he was soon awoken by a burning sensation on his stomach. One of the machines was burning him and kept doing it to get him to move to his new cell. Kailan felt kind of special. They were going through all of this trouble just for him. He was the last surviving Hedan after all. The tower was much colder than the ship. Kailan could see his breath as they went into an elevator to take him deep into the ground where the prison was located. The elevator was rickety and moved at a fast pace. The stop was sudden and almost caused Kailan to fall over in his weakened state. The last few months on the ship were harder than the first because the machines treated him worse because of his attempted escape. They fed him less and wouldn’t let him sleep as long.

A sharp burst of pain got Kailan moving again as he walked into the massive prison which housed broken and malfunctioning machines. Every now and then sparks would rain from the ceiling as result of a faulty light or power cord. It was a place that smelled of death. His feet slid on the ground as he was moved to the cell at the end of the hall. It was his personal cell made custom with plastic again. They escorted him through the door and forcefully threw him down onto the bed. It was not as comfortable as the one on the ship. They quickly moved out and shut the door tight behind them. Kailan’s back and front burned from the hot staff they used to move him along. His eyes closed as his insanity came over him…

The rest of the year for Kailan was one set of torture after another as the machines put him through many different kinds of tests trying to get the secret out of him. Kailan had lost all hope of ever seeing anyone again and prayed for death. He felt powerless with the sleep deprivation and small meals. He could hardly harness his electricity anymore. Every night he lay in pain on his hard mattress waiting for something he knew would not come and be tormented by the thought of hope. The resistance had died over a year ago and Trichius never contacted him. Kailan was losing his sanity more and more each day he was tested, but this isn’t the way he wanted it to end. He decided to make a stand using the last of his strength.

Kailan Age 24-

Kailan awoke on the morning of his supposed birthday. He had been on Hedana for a year now and was physically as well as mentally worn down. He was tired of being tested on, and today was the day he decided to force them to kill him, or escape the central tower. He sat up in bed and waited for a few seconds letting his eyes adjust to the lighting before rising to his feet. A static ridden sound flew into his ears.

“Hello Kailan.” said Tellabut VX19, The Emperor’s personal advisor.
“What’s the occasion?” asked Kailan, his voice raspy due to him just waking up.

Higher ranked machines very rarely went to visit Kailan. They would often observe the various tests, but never would they actually speak to him. Something was happening if Tellabut had to come down to Kailan’s cell and speak to him directly.

“It seems you have given us a couple pesky visitors, Kailan.” Tellabut’s static filled voice rattled out.
“Oh really?” the response Kailan gave almost made it sound like he thought it was joke.

Interrupting this nice conversation between man and machine was a very loud explosion. It came from the direction of the elevator. Kailan’s ears perked up at the sound. Had someone finally come for him? His body tightened as he felt the warm light of hope again. It had been too long that he was trapped in this cold prison and it was time he got out. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and he felt strength come back to him. Tellabut’s back was now turned to him, being distracted by the explosion. Tellabut turned around giving a quiet static filled sigh as he looked back up to Kailan’s face. He was immediately thrown backwards, but not by Kailan. It was fear that threw Tellabut back. Kailan’s hair was floating softly in air as white electricity surrounded his body. This was the equivalent of black electricity except Kailan had no bloodlust. His eyes gleamed with bright electrical current. This explosion had given him new hope and new power. He stepped back all the way to the back of his cell and began throwing his body as hard as he could bashing his shoulder to the plastic wall.

Kailan continued slamming his body into the wall cracking it a little more each time he did. The white straight jacket now had a deep red stain on the right shoulder from all of the bashing. Beads of sweat appeared on Kailan’s forehead as he worked harder and harder to break the cell wall. It finally shattered sending sharp pieces of plastic into Kailan’s body as he fell through it. A large gash went across the right of his face sending a single stream of blood down the side. His shoulder was throbbing from the pain and the straight jacket was now completely red on the whole right arm. A sharp shard of plastic protruded from Kailan’s right forearm. Kailan stumbled over to the wall and slid the sharp piece of plastic down towards his hand cutting the straight jacket along with his flesh. He was able to get his right hand free and get off the straight jacket. A large cut went from about his elbow to the top of his wrist. His whole right arm was drenched in blood. He gritted his teeth, hunched over a bit from fatigue, and shook his now freakishly long hair out of his face.

Tellabut sat there in awe as his emotion chip quickly switched to fear as Kailan approached him. Tellabut tried to scuttle backwards across the floor away from Kailan, but was too slow. Kailan grabbed him around the neck and lifted him from the cold metal floor. Hatred burned in his eyes as sparks rained down on him from the ceiling above. Kailan slammed the machine’s head against the wall so hard it cut his own knuckles.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” Kailan’s voice was cold and showed no sign of forgiveness.

Tellabut’s head jerked from side to side a bit a motion that usually meant no. Kailan pulled his hand back from the wall along with Tellabut’s head and neck then went in for another devastating smash. This time sparks flew out of the top of Tellabut’s head and his eye lights fluttered a bit.

“You still with me?” Kailan said hoping his tormentor would not die so easily.

A small buzzing sound came from Tellabut’s speaker. Kailan took it as a ‘yes’. He pulled Tellabut away from the wall and threw him in the direction of the elevator. The weak machine hit the ground hard and slid a few feet causing sparks to fly. Kailan turned and began walking in Tellabut’s direction. The machine scurried backwards across the ground the tried to turn and get on his feet to run. Another explosion came sending a yellow snow of sparks down onto Kailan’s bare shoulders. His beige shorts had blood spattered on them and his tail whipped furiously behind him. His long matted platinum hair made him look like an old man even though he was only twenty-four. Tellabut continued to run towards the elevator stumbling every now and then from fear. Right as he reached the door a third explosion came sending the flames of freedom to burst through the elevator door sending it and Tellabut flying back towards Kailan. All three pieces missed as Kailan continued to stare into the flames.

Out of the black smoke emerged three figures, only one of which Kailan recognized. His unmistakable blonde hair, of course, spiked up in an untamed fashion. It was Trichius Mindwaker, the man Kailan believed to be dead. These other two people with him Kailan did not know though. One was a very attractive woman she had dark black hair that was tied back and matched with her black pants. She wore a white mid-riff and had a blue over coat over her shoulder. The other was a man. He was a little taller than Kailan, but was much more robust. His body was covered in many different types of wool apparel, which made it obvious he came from a cold climate. A long brown beard, longer than the one Kailan now had, went straight back to long brown hair. They were standing on either side of Trichius. Even though it had been ten years since Kailan last saw Trichius it seemed as though he had not aged one bit physically.

“Long time no see Trichius.” A smile grew across Kailan’s face as he said the words. A smile grew across Trichius’s face as well as he pulled a gunblade from his back and tossed it to Kailan.

“Now let’s get out of here,” Trichius said as the group turned to leave with Kailan close behind.

The gunblade Kailan was given might not have been his Lionheart, but it would suffice until Kailan found his equipment. They were going at a quick jog through the prison and to the stairwell. The door to the stairwell burst open and a heavily armored machine stepped out to block the group’s path. Trichius shot forward with his remaining gunblade in hand and removed the machines head with ease. The rest of the group followed after him jumping over the metal carcass. They all paused for a moment and looked up the stairwell. It seemed to go on forever. It became a black abyss before you could even view the top. They only had to make it to ground level though. Going to the top of the tower wasn’t necessary. All four of them began running up the stairs covering two per stride.

A sharp pain shot into Kailan’s back again as he watched the other three in front of him collapse on the stairs. He turned and for the second time saw the blurred image of a man standing there. It was the same one who re-captured him on the ship. His vision slightly blurred and body weakening more and more by the second. Kailan gathered the last of his strength to fight this bounty hunter. He pushed off from the stair he was standing on and jumped down at the man. His right fist pulled back and gathering electricity ready to strike the man. He swung his fist down to connect with the left cheek, but missed and stumbled a bit. The tranquilizer was starting to take over his body more. His took another go at the man aiming for his stomach this time. The hardened fist connected into the man’s abdomen sending him back into the concrete wall. The wall cracked a bit, but the man didn’t seem to fall down. He stumbled a bit as far as Kailan could see. His vision didn’t really matter anymore. He could only distinguish vague shapes. His right foot slid out a bit as his left nearly collapsed. His body wanted to drop, but he wouldn’t let it. The bounty hunter regained his feet and flew at Kailan striking him hard across the face. Kailan smashed into the wall and collapsed to the ground. He struggled to get up to his feet only to feel more pain rush through his body as he was kicked in the side. He fell down and rolled onto his back. Everything was swirling as darkness came over him…

When he awoke the others were all around him sleeping. Kailan lay on his back for what seemed hours until Trichius finally awoke. Apparently Kailan had been sleeping for days while the other were forced into hard labor and nightly torture sessions. It all seemed quite gruesome. Just by looking at Trichius’s face Kailan could tell he had been through a lot. His face was covered in cuts, and he was down to wearing the same thing Kailan had had on for the past two years, the pair of pants he originally had on with no shirt or shoes at all. It wasn’t long before another machine came and violently awoke the other two who Kailan still didn’t know. The small group of four was taken into a relatively large room filled with many different forms of machinery. Some of which looked like the mecha Kailan was accustomed to. All four of them had to do some sort of labor while being whipped or shocked, Kailan was usually burnt instead. Pain was a usual as the days began to drag on into months and they would still be tortured with labor and beatings.

--- 3 months later ---

The pain of fire surged into Kailan’s back as another ember was forced against his skin. He gritted his teeth but kept working. Kailan was starting to look quite old by now, and so were the rest of the group. They all looked very un-kept and dirty. Yarsgi’s beard now was down a little past his waist and Kailan’s went to his chest. Trichius even had a beard of his own now. Zhara even though still beautiful was loosing her great beauty every day of sleep deprivation and labor. She was beginning to look sicker and developed a cough. Everyone in the group looked miserable and began to wish for death.

“Hey you with the platinum hair. Go look at that Genogear!” A security guard yelled at Kailan.

Kailan stood up straight and turned to leave the wires he was just working on. The genogear was like a massive mechanical tiger. It was standing on its hind legs as a human would though. Another hot pain shot into Kailan’s back from one of the machines forcing him to move. Kailan climbed up a ladder to a catwalk going right into the tiger’s mouth. He walked staggering into the Tiger where everything was finally revealed. A genogear was almost exactly like a mecha. A grin cam across Kailan’s face as he walked past the controls to a ladder that lead down to the genogear’s inner core. The machines waited at the top of the ladder. Kailan could see why, the inside of the genogear was very small and could only fit around two people tops. Kailan finally reached the bottom of the ladder, which was in very dark room. Kailan dropped the three feet where there weren’t any ladder steps as a flashlight fell from above hitting Kailan on the head. He bent down to pick it up while at the same time feeling the cut he had suffered. He was bleeding, but it wasn’t too bad of an injury. Some of the blood was transferred onto the hand he felt the cut with.

A machine’s voice came echoing down the ladder, “Use that to see.”

Kailan looked up into the darkness with a gaze of utter hate before turning around and switching on the flashlight. The room was quite small with hundreds of dark black spheres scattered around the center. They looked almost like large marbles. Kailan walked over and picked up one. It started glowing green immediately as it came in contact with the blood on his fingers. I pulled away from Kailan’s hand and started hovering in the center of the room. Kailan stepped back towards the ladder as many of the other black spheres began to glow and join first one in the center of the room. As more and more joined the first Kailan switched off the flashlight, as there was no need for it anymore. The last black sphere finally turned green and flew up to finish the core. A massive green sphere composed of smaller spheres was floating in the center of the room. The room shook as a loud roar came into Kailan’s ears. ”These bastards are gonna get it.” Kailan began climbing up the ladder with newfound energy. He reached the top where the two machine guards where in a state of awe. Taking advantage of this Kailan quickly dispatched of them and took his seat at the genogear’s controls. It’s eyes were now open showing Kailan a perfect view of the workroom.

He grabbed the catwalk with a giant paw and ripped it out of his mouth. Kailan’s massive jaws closed not letting any more machines in. He began walking toward Trichius and the others kneeling down beside them extending a large paw for them to get on. The machines were in a frenzy running and shooting everywhere. Every now and then the genogear would let out a roar of pain when anything big enough actually hurt him. The group of three jumped onto the paw and Kailan rose to his feet again taking off at a sprint toward the wall. The genogear let out a roar as it burst through the wall shielding Trichius, Zhara, and Yarsgi from the many pieces of metal and rock falling. The city was somewhat difficult to maneuver through with the many buildings, but Kailan was able to get through it fine. A genogear would have been really easy to follow Kailan dropped everyone off and climbed back down to the core where he removed a single sphere, sticking it into his pocket, to deactivate the genogear. Kailan jumped out of the mouth and left the genogear behind as him and the others continued across the desolate planet Hedana.