The Turning Fanfic

Do you want to *play* with us camper? This is where *fun games* are had!

Moderator: ZFP Peacekeepers

User avatar
Pkunk Captain
Posts: 287
Joined: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:22 am
Location: Baton Rouge

Re: The Turning Fanfic

Post by kingschosen »

The Sojourner detached from the docking bay and drifted toward the Translocator. Ian carefully maneuvered the ship into position for the jump.

“Update.” Ian said.


“Thanks Tazz. Dhreep, are the coordinates in?” asked Ian.

“Aye Cap’n”

Ian paused and said, “Punch it.”

There was a flash of light and the black of space ripped open like a tattered shirt. The blackness swallowed the ship and then sealed itself shut again.


Keeper sat in his cabin and slowly thumbed though a book. His concentration was broken by a loud rumble that caused his cup of tea to rattle.

“Already?” He said out loud.

The door to his cabin flew open. A short, shadowy figure rushed toward him. The figure seemed to barely exist in the plane of reality – it faded in and out like a smoky apparition. Keeper looked at his guest and it said, “Sir, it’s begun.”

“Thank you, Gray. Let the Guardians know. Tell them to show no mercy. The rules have to be followed.”

“Yes, sir. Are you going now?”

“I am, Gray. I need to pay a visit to the Keetron. I have to start to turn these gears and set these events in motion.”

Gray saluted Keeper and vanished. Keeper left his cabin and walked toward the street light and leaned upon it and lit a cigarette. He stood silent for a few moments and then took another drag. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his watch. Taking a few deep breaths, he released the latch and looked upon the face. He pulled the winder out and wound the watch.


The Sojourner erupted from a hole in the blackness of space. The hole swirled for a few seconds and then sealed itself shut. The crew sat quietly and were in awe of what they just experienced. Kronc was the first to break the silence.

“Dhreep just crapped himself.”

A metal binder flew across the room and hit Kronc in the back of the head. Kronc turned around and saw Dhreep-eep smiling and Kronc said, “I’ll let you have that one.”

“Guys, not now. Tazz, I need you to scan the area for any signs of activity.”

“ON IT.”

Ian pointed to Kronc, “Be ready. We probably made a huge racket ripping through space like that. I’m assuming we’re going to be greeted soon.”

“Shoot first, ask questions later. Got it.” said Kronc.

“No. Only return fire.” insisted Ian.

Kronc grunted and pulled his viewer over his head.


Dhreep-eep stood and said, “Strange… I’uh’expected tah be greet’d.”

“We'll sit for a few days. We may be pretty isolated, but I guarantee you that someone will be coming from hyperspace soon,” Ian pointed towards Benjiro and continued, “Ben, man the forward guns. Tazz, try and see if we can get more output on shield generation and continue to scan for any type of energy source.”


Ian looked at Dhreep-eep and said, “Dhreep, you handle functionality.”

“Buh Cap’n, I can’n focus on that’n navigate as well…”

Ian interrupted, “I’m taking over full ship controls.”

“Aye Cap’n.”

Dhreep-eep’s words were the last spoken for the next several hours. Anxiousness gripped the crew, as they waited for Tazz to announce any type of life… or energy… or even movement. There was still nothing but emptiness – quietness in a void.

“So are we just like waiting or what?”

Kronc’s sudden breaking of silence startled everyone and caused them to jump.

“Kronc, ya dum rivot-head, don’t’un goin’n do that ya idiot.” said Dhreep-eep.

“What? I got sick of waiting and listen’n to you breathe through the stupid beak.”

“You two give it a rest for once. Seriously.” a now annoyed Ian said.

“He started it.”

“Whu? Ya’ big retarded oaf, I’un didn’t say any’hing tha we weren’t think’n. You’re too loud.”

“Too loud? I was just tryin’ to make a point.”

“A point? Whu kinda-of-a point’n you makin’ besides your head?”

“Oh, that’s it. You’re dead you winged cupcake.”

“Bringiton, ya dumb brick.”

“Those were you last words. Imma gonna break your beak off.”

“You two SHUT UP! Kronc, sit down. Dhreep, stop talking. I don't want to hear anymore for you two.”

The hours turned into days, and the crew began to relax. Suddenly, there was beeping at Tazz's console.


“Tazz, can you identify them?” ask Joshua.


“No.” Ian reiterated, “Only fire if fired upon.”


Ian hesitated, “Let’s see what they do.”


Ian stared at his control panel, “Well, let’s do what we came here to do. Patch them through.”
Last edited by kingschosen on Sun Jan 30, 2011 3:05 am, edited 2 times in total.
User avatar
Pkunk Captain
Posts: 287
Joined: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:22 am
Location: Baton Rouge

Re: The Turning Fanfic

Post by kingschosen »

A fuzzy image became clear on The Sojourner’s com-screen. The frightening alien stared ruthlessly into the eyes of the crew. It began to speak.

“Tazz, can you translate?” asked Ian.


“Offer him a download link for English.” suggested Joshua.


The alien looked at his control panel and punch on it. He looked up with terrifying eyes and continued to stare. It was bipedal, reddish leathery skin, and had intimidating horns and fangs growing from its head.

Ian asked, “Can you understand me?”

“Yes.” it said.

Ian said, “We are from a long ways away. My name is Captain McManus but everyone calls me ‘Mack’. This is Tazz, Dhreep, Kronc, Ben, and Josh. We are the exploration vessel The Sojourner, and we’re here through an experimental device called a Translocator. We’ve come to reach out to new life in the name of an alliance of aliens called the United League. We come in peace.”

Kronc whispered to Dhreep, “I wonder how long he’s waited to say that?”

Dhreep snickered and then elbowed Kronc.

Ian continued talking, “What can you tell us about yourself?”

The alien growled and snarled and spoke again, “I am Vocca of the Bm’Mp. We don’t want you here. You are with them. Prepare to die.”

“No, wait.” yelled Joshua, “We don’t want to fight. We don’t know who you’re talking about. We are simply here in the name of curiosity.”

The alien touched the control panel and the screen went black. Tazz worked frantically to override Vocca’s control panel and force a video feed.


“Wha… from who? Vocca?”


“Put him through.”

The screen flashed and another being came into view. This alien was massive – a hulking behemoth with large, thick limbs, a hardy shell, and skin that resembled dried mud. It snorted and punched on its control panel.


The alien spoke, “Dear friends, can you understand me?”

Shocked, Ian said, “Yes, perfectly.”

The alien smiled and said, “Wonderful. I apologize for Vocca’s actions. He’s become rather paranoid and jumpy lately. Not that I can blame him, but that’s not of importance right now. Let me introduce myself and my companions. I am Captain Aluxzondur of the Regothe, but you can call me ‘Alux’. You met my friend Captain Vocca of the Bm’Mp. On the sides of me are Captain Raz of the Harika and Captain Lojn of the Clairconctlar. We are members of a coalition dedicated to the defense of our galaxy. I believe you call it ‘Kessari’. I know that we have many questions as you must as well. We would like to offer you an escort to our nearest starbase where we can discuss many things.”

Ian nodded, “First, thank you for your kindness, Alux. We’ll oblige your request. Please lead the way.”

Alux smiled, thanked Ian, and turned off his video feed. Joshua said, “Mack, we need to send the signal for the Construction Team.”

“Not yet. Tazz, mark this location so we can return later. I want to find out more about this coalition before I give the ok for anyone else to come through that Translocator.”

“Mack, are we actually follow’n these bums to their starbase so they can kill and eat us?” asked Kronc.

Without looking at Kronc Ian said, “Yep.”

Kronc scowled at Ian and said, “Imma assuming this is part of your not-sure-what-to-do-but-do-it-anyway plan?”

Again Ian answered, “Yep.”

Kronc sighed loudly, “Mack, sometimes you scare even me.”

The Sojourner followed the ships, and soon, they were approaching a massive starbase.

“That’s… a moon.” said Benjiro.

“That’s not a moon… it’s a space station!”

After Ian said that, Kronc looked at him and said, “I really hate you for that.”

Laughing, Ian said, “Sorry, I couldn’t pass that opportunity up.”

Joshua slowly shook his head and asked, “Ian, are you sure we should be doing this?”

“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”

Kronc groaned again, “Mack… seriously? I mean, we know nothing about these fellas. Doncha think this is kinda foolish?”

“Who's the more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?”

Kronc stared blankly at Ian, “Really?”

Ian began to laugh, “Ok, ok. No more quotes. But really… this is why we are here. Despite that these aliens might be dangerous; we have to learn about the inhabitants. We need to know who is fighting and for what. I trust all of your abilities… all of you know that we’ve been in tough situations and lived.”

“Yeah, but Mack, this is a little different.”

“No, Josh, it isn’t. This is our mission. Our job. We may not agree with the League, but we’ve been given this opportunity… an opportunity that no one else can ever claim… and we need to do right by it.”

Kronc nodded, “Alright Mack. I’m witya. So, what’s the plan when we get there?”

Ian thought for a few seconds and said, “Be cordial. Leave the talking to me and Josh. Mainly, I’m looking to find out who are allied with these guys and who they are fighting. Oh, and don’t forget to download the language syncs to you personal translator.”

The Sojourner docked with the starbase and the crew exited onto the docking bay floor. They were immediately greeted and lauded by a group of Regothe. Aluxzondur soon emerged from behind the group and smiled and said, “Welcome friends. We are honored to have you aboard The Haven. Come, follow me to your quarters. I apologize in advance for not offering you food or drink, but I’m not sure what your kind can tolerate.”

Ian smiled, “That’s ok, Alux. We appreciate your hospitality. We have well stock stash of supplies on our ship.”

“Wonderful!” said Alux, “Then let’s go to your rooms so all of you can rest. When you’re ready we can ask all our questions.”
User avatar
Pkunk Captain
Posts: 287
Joined: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:22 am
Location: Baton Rouge

Re: The Turning Fanfic

Post by kingschosen »

Ian again thanked Alux and sent Benjiro, Dhreep-eep, and Kronc back to the ship to collect supplies. The quarters that Alux supplied for the crew were impressive. They weren’t luxury; however, they were clean and cool with places to rest. Alux informed them that he had switched the pumps in their rooms to provide water after Ian had explained to him what it was they needed. Ian, being cautious, had Tazz scan the water to validate its composition. Amazingly, the water was pure – more pure than the water they had back on their old starbase.

Alux returned to check on his guest and asked Ian, “Is the water ok?”

“Yes. It’s actually perfect. We’re all quite impressed.”

“Good, good… I’m glad. Many of the Coalition races need this to survive. It’s rather strange to us Regothe, but we try and nurture the needs of everyone.”

“How many races are in the Coalition?”

“We are quite diverse, but we are stalwart in our commitment to each other’s defense. As for your question, there are ten of us. Unfortunately, three of our brethren races can no longer help us.”

“What?” asked Ian, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Sorrow washed over Alux’s face as he said, “We’ll answer those questions soon. First, rest. How long do you need?”

Ian removed his watch and gave it to Alux, “Here, when this hand reaches this symbol, we’ll meet you in the briefing room.”

“What do you call this unit of time?”

“We call it an hour.”

“Very well, Captain. I’ll meet you and your crew in an hour.”

Alux smiled at Ian and returned to his quarters. Ian told the others to be ready in an hour, and to let him know of any questions that they wanted to ask.

After an hour had passed, and they had readied their questions, the crew met Alux. Vocca, Raz, and Lojn were with Alux as well, and they found their seats and Alux began, “Welcome everyone. This is the first, and hopefully not the last, meeting of representatives from the Coalition and the United League. This is a very exciting and marvelous time; a time when travelers from far away are able to share their lives with us. I would like to open the floor to our guests so that we might answer their questions first.”

Ian stood and spoke, “Thank you, Alux. I would first like to say that you and your friends have been exceptionally accommodating to us, and you have our gratitude.”

Vocca stared and scowled at Ian and caught his eye. Ian paused for a second and switched away from the Bm’Mp and continued, “I know that you must have many questions, so I’ll try to be brief and concise with ours. Firstly, which races make up the Coalition?”

Alux spoke, “As I mentioned, there are ten races: the Regothe, the Bm’Mp, the Harika, the Clairconctlar, the Dhrk, the Shu-Seng, the Doog, the Exquivan, the Owa, and the Xchagger. We have recently made friendly acquaintance with a race called the Arilou. We solely trade with the Melnorme. We used to have a business relationship with a race called the HabCorporal, but ever since the fighting broke out, they disappeared.”

Ian said, “We trade with the Melnorme as well. As for the Arilou, they are the reason that we were made aware of your presence as well as providing us with the technology to visit. The Arilou also told us that you are at war.”

Alux nodded, “This is true.”

“Who is it that you’re fighting and why?”

“They are an invading race called the Keetron. As for why… we’re not sure. They arrived here sometime ago and began attacking. They have devastated our ways of life. Many, many wonderful fathers, mothers, and children have met their fates to the Keetron armada. We have fought them diligently, and we have quelled many of their attacks. But, their numbers are growing… and… and… we, we cannot win.”

Alux paused for a moment and stood silently. He looked at Ian and said, “Captain, if you don’t mind, I would like to ask a few questions now.”

Ian nodded, “Certainly.”

“Why you? Why your team?”

Ian turned his head, “Excuse me? I’m not sure what you mean?”
“It’s very simple, Captain. Why did the League send you and your team to befriend us, help us, and betray us?”

The Sojourner’s crew gasped, partly in anger and partly in disbelief that this alien knew their plan. Ian sucked in air and held his breath as if it was his last and look down at his hands. The silence was deafening, and Ian’s exhaling echoed in the ears of every last person in that room. Ian looked up at Alux and said, “It’s true. What you say is true. How you know this, I don’t know. But, since you know what our plan was, I’m assuming you know what MY plan is.”

Alux smiled, “Vocca says your mind is somewhat hard to read, but, yes, Captain. I know. You have a different ‘view’ than that of your League. But, my question stands… why you?”

Somewhat relieved at Alux’s words he said, “My team is the best at what they do. They may be a little rag-tag and difficult at times, but I wouldn’t put my life in the hands of anyone else.”

“And?” asked Alux.

“And,” continued Ian, “we’re the most loved and adored people in the League.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Well, after a civil war, we became the icons for peace, justice, and commitment to ‘freedom’. We became celebrities. Heh, we could do no wrong… we were so beloved that I could tell the people to eat dirt and they would. The League bureaucrats recognized this power, and decided to use it for their own gain. When the Arilou approached the League senate in hopes that we could aid your coalition, they saw an opportunity for expansion. The dirty snakes knew that the populace would never support such an expensive and morally ambiguous endeavor, so they devised a way to mask their true intentions.”

“Send the heroes on a grand new adventure.” said Alux.

“Precisely,” said Ian, “If the quest failed, we would be remembered as heroes, and if it worked, we would be known as the ‘heroes of the League that brought peace and togetherness to everyone’.”

Alux looked sternly at Ian, “What is it you plan on doing?”

“Well, I own the loyalty of the League’s armadas.”

Vocca stared at Ian and said, “Interesting plan, but do you…”
Ian interrupted Vocca, “Please, don’t say it. I’m protecting my crew. That foreknowledge of what I’m going to do could have them executed.”

“What? Mack, what are you talking about?” yelled Kronc.

Mack looked at his friends and said, “If my plan fails, it will be on my hands. I will not risk the lives of any of you by exposing you to what it is I’m planning. You will simply follow orders. You will never have to lie to say that you knew what I was doing.”

Vocca looked and nodded at Alux. Alux said, “I’m impressed with your commitment to your friends, Captain. As of now, the Coalition trusts you and supports you. You may ask more questions.”

“Alux, you had mentioned earlier that some of the Coalition couldn’t help you anymore.”

“Yes. The vile Keetron have encased the Owa, Exquivan, and the Xchagger in impenetrable red shield. Their entire planet is surrounded by this thing. We have never seen this type of technology before, and we cannot find any way to destroy it.”

Ian and the other crew members looked around at each other in slight disbelief. Ian said, “Alux, did you say ‘impenetrable red shields’?”


“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Why do you asked?”

“Alux, that sounds strangely familiar to an enslaving device used during a war back in our home galaxy 200 years ago.”

Alux looked at Ian and said, “Captain, that is a little odd.”

“Alux, what can you tell me of the Keetron’s allies?”

“The Keetron have many allies; all of which are equally deadly. They managed to recruit several local races to their cause: the Ploxis, the K’tang, the Vyro-Ingo, and the Ysioglaf. They brought with them quite a team as well. They have their guardians, the Mala-Kasa; their scouts, the Ttslatur. The Golkli… they are some religious sect of aliens that follows some god devoutly. The Fo’lo’ti… our brothers were reprogrammed by the Keetron, and now, we must fight them. The strange crystal aliens called the Chenjesu…”

“The WHAT?” yelled Ian.

A little surprised, Alux said, “The… Chenjesu?”

“That’s impossible. There’s no way. Show me a schematic of their ship.”

“The Broodhome?” asked Alux.


Alux showed the crew an exact schematic and blueprint of a Chenjesu Broodhome. In complete disbelief Ian said, “Alux, I don’t think you understand what this means. The Chenjesu disappeared 200 years ago… during that war. During the Doctrinal Conflict between the Kzer-Za and the Kohr-Ah when they combine with the Mmrnmhrm and created the Chmmr.”

Alux’s mouth was wide open, “Captain… did you say the Mmrnmhrm, Kzer-Za, and Kohr-Ah?”

Timidly Ian answered, “…yes.”

“They are fighting with the Keetron as well.”
User avatar
Pkunk Captain
Posts: 287
Joined: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:22 am
Location: Baton Rouge

Re: The Turning Fanfic

Post by kingschosen »

White light. Blinded. He couldn’t gather his thoughts. What was going on he wondered? Were his eyes closed? He couldn’t tell. Then he heard a voice. He had never heard this voice before. It seemed odd. It didn’t seem human. The white light began to fade and blurry images came into view. He was on a table… or a gurney. Bare walls. No, stainless steel, it seemed. Questions flooded his mind, and he tried to piece together what was going on.

“Awake, I see.” said the Voice.

He tried to speak but no words left his mouth.

“Shhh. Don’t try to move.”

He wondered who this voice belonged to. The images became less fuzzy, and he realized that he could only see from one eye. During this realization, his body began to wake up to the pain. This was a new pain that he had never felt before. His entire body screamed in agony.

“Son, don’t move. You were attacked. You are badly injured. No one survived. Including you. I changed that.”

So many questions were rushing through his mind. He dug through his memories to try and remember what had happened. It was all a blank, and soon, his mind could not focus on anything but the pain.

“I know you’re in pain. It’ll only last a few more seconds. It’s critical that your brain regains control of your body… this includes your pain receptors.”

He wanted to scream, “I FEEL THE PAIN!” but he could not speak, and he soon realized why. He had no jaw and no tongue. The Voice finally came into view of his one eye. It was tall and lanky but with muscle definition. It had bluish-brown skin and was humanoid and bipedal. It was clothed in laboratory garb, and its long fingers grasped what appeared to be a scalpel and a syringe.

The pain was too much and tears began to pour from his eye as he looked at the Voice. Peering over him, it touched his head and spoke, “There, there. That’s enough. I’ll make the pain go away. Go back to sleep, son. I’ll be here when you wake.”

Keeper’s eyes open. His gun was pointing directly at Qax’s head.

Qax whispered, “Keeper, it’s me, Qax.”

Keeper tried to sort through his memories and recent thoughts and spoke, “What’s going on? Where am I? Answer me!”

Qax stuttered, “Kee… Keeper. It’s me. It’s Qax. You’re on the Keetron starbase. The same place you’ve been for the past couple of months. You were asleep.”

Keeper’s eyes widen as he began to sort through his recent memories. He lowered his gun and said, “I’m sorry, Qax. Sometimes things become foggy. Sorting through 3600 years of memories can be difficult. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m dreaming or if I’m awake. If I’m in the past or the present… or the future. If I’m in this reality or another reality. Or in some fantasy.”

“You were dreaming?”

“Yeah… or remembering. I’m not sure.”

“Of what?”


“You really hate him don’t you?”

“I don’t know, Qax. He did save my life… or gave me new life. Or cursed me. I don’t know anymore.”

“Keeper, remember what I told you when we first met. Without you, our lives, and the lives of our allies, would not exist.”

Keeper nodded and said, “You woke me?”

“Yes. Keeper, the League, they are massing for an attack.”

Keeper rubbed his eyes, “Right on cue. How are our numbers?”


Keeper smiled and said, “Good. Prepare for a pre-emptive attack then. We’re going to hit them first. I want the Dreadnaughts, Marauders, Transformers, and Broodhomes on the front lines. Nothing like a little shock and awe, huh?”

Qax chuckled softly and hesitated and spoke, “Keeper, you know, we can’t beat them, right?”

Keeper breathed heavily at Qax, “Yes, I’m aware of that. This isn’t so that we can beat them. This is buying us time. It’ll make them rethink their assault. That will give us an advantage, so that we can enact The Turning.”

Qax saluted Keeper and left the chamber. Keeper sat up and leaned over his bed with his head tucked between his arms. He sat in silence for several minutes. He finally spoke out loud, “Gray.”

The apparition appeared and said, “Yes sir?”

“Gray, begin your attack on Captain McManus and the Keetron forces.”

“As you wish.” Gray saluted Keeper and disappeared.

Keeper stood and began to put on his coat and hat. He noticed Qax in doorway staring at him.

“Keeper, is that necessary?” asked Qax.

“I have rules to follow, Qax. I’m sorry.”

“I understand.”

“Qax, I assure you that my actions have a purpose. These events have to happen as I planned.”

Qax nodded again at Keeper.

Keeper said, “Come, Qax. Let’s get to the command bridge. We’ve got a fight to prepare for.”
User avatar
Pkunk Captain
Posts: 287
Joined: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:22 am
Location: Baton Rouge

Re: The Turning Fanfic

Post by kingschosen »

AUTHOR'S NOTE - There's going to be some timeline inconsistencies due to the amount of time that has passed and my renewed vision for the story. I'm going to try and fix those in time as well as clean up the dialogue and prose.

Keeper sat at the command station and began punching in coordinates. He reached into his pocket and stared at the watch.

Qax gazed at Keeper, "What is it?"

"Something's off. Something's not right."

"What do you mean?"

"The time is changing. But, I didn't change it. It's like..."

Keeper was interrupted by a massive, dark Keetron exploding through the bridge door and yelling, "You filthy human! I will not let you attack Keetrons! Let alone on this ship!"

Keeper was more concerned with the watch in his hand than the angry alien. Not bothering to look up, he said, "Qax... get this dog on a leash, or he's going to have a really bad day."

"You piece of shit, human. I'm Qax's superior. I'm your superior. Humans are nothing but the shit below me. You will not talk to a Keetron'Ah like that."

Keeper lifted his head and looked at Qax with burning eyes, "You fuckers... you did it. You actually did it."

"Look... Keeper... I was going to tell you, but I wasn't sure how all this was going to work out... and... and... how far we would go."

Keeper motion to Qax to stop talking and looked at the black Keetron, "How did you steal it from, Secos?"

The black Keetron smiled and said, "Steal? No. Given. It looks like you're not the Keeper of Time anymo... "

Keeper drove his blade through the skull of the black Keetron, killing him instantly.

"Goddamit. Goddamit Qax!"

"Keeper... please..."

Keeper ignored Qax and began tapping at the console; only looking up to glance at the watch.

"Keeper? Keeper? What are you doing."

"I've gotta fix what your kind fucked up."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Qax, prepare for an assault."
Post Reply