Futuristic ARMAGEDDON RAIN - Darth Oats x Lady

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|ARMAGEDDON RAIN|
LADY AND DARTH OATS​

|PLANET: Kelvet VI|
YEAR 4060

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CHAPTER I.
Heath and Marianne are the lucky winners of a free holiday on board the Royal Carmichael, a Spaceship cruiser that is set to drop them off at multiple extravagant planet destinations to shop and relax. The journey is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, scheduled to be five weeks long with fifty passengers on-board. They are enjoying their second day aboard when all the lights in the ship begin to flicker and go out. An ear-splitting crash shakes the whole ship into chaos, the cruiser creaks and an explosion happens on the West Wing, killing at least a dozen.

The pair are forced to exit the damaged ship with the remaining few survivors. They have ungracefully landed on a planet at war. Marianne and Heath are imprisoned by the local inhabitants. The Armageddon approaches at a frightening speed and our characters need a solution to escape this wasteland before they both end up dead.

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SETTING.
▸ Lush jungles beset by wide sandy plains, water pouring in from the extremely close moon in a stream of liquid. The core of the planet is also particularly close to the surface, drying much of the ground except what liquid immediately touches or is near the source.
Only ever rains when Kelvet VI achieves planetary alignment with it's moon and another planet.

▸ Most of the stunning land is now ravaged by conflict between it's alien residents. The mysterious beauty of the planet once attracted a multitude of travellers from all over the galaxy who arrived to explore the crevices of the jungle biomes and admire the architecture of their highly-developed cities.

▸ The economy was thriving until the year 4051, in which the 'Universal Organisation of Intergalactic Travel' banned total spaceship entry into Kelvet VI due to the increasing turmoil between the leaders and the citizens. They have been at war for 9 years.

INHABITANTS.

▸ Canine/Traces of Insectoid. Easy going. Uses outdated tech.

▸ Along with them, they brought a species that had been purely evolved with a servitory nature. The [Species 1] have successfully been able to fully code their DNA which allows them to be genetically altered from birth. Almost like how ants are born for a specific job and their physical appearance changes to fit that job more efficiently.

▸ A jovial, complacent culture that has evolved while under service of the [Species 1]. A fair comparison would be what humans have done with dogs. They are seen as unintelligent and good only for obedience. Except these are a sentient species some; still keeping up with their history before being assimilated into the [Species 1] culture. They accept criticism with smiles and song, and take on hard labor with no complaint. While some are bitter being the bottom of the barrel, such voices are quickly either silenced or buried under the majority of happy workers. Different groups are used for different purposes. The military, the food handlers, the labourers, and etc. All forming a caste system within themselves as well. Some within the [Species 1] also believe the [Species 2] should be free just as they had wanted to be free from their oppressors. This movement hasn't made much momentum, though, considering how comfortable everyone has become with their roles in society. The majority of the [Species 2] admitting to not even knowing what they would do if they were set free.

▸ Biologic ability: Completely moldable DNA. Changes ranging from anything like enhanced senses to having four arms and so on. Alterations being made only to suit what their job in life will be.

CHARACTERS.
Citizen Profiles.
▸ Heathraeux "Heath" Klein
▸ Marianne Klein

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It was strange being on a cruise all by herself. Especially, a holiday voyage in space. The woman hoped she would find some solitude aboard this ship, time to herself. Perhaps she would visit the spa later, the reviews seemed to enjoy it.

Marianne remembered when she first glanced out of the luxurious arched windows, the infinite space scared her, she remembered that she wasn’t on earth anymore.

They were amongst the stars.

The glass screen above her read '7:30' She'd better find something to occupy the rest of her night.

There was a light tap on her shoulder. “Excuse me, would you happen to be Mrs Klein?”

Turning around Marianne politely corrected the man: “Marianne Attford, and you are..?”

The balding man waved his hands in the air in a flustered manner, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry! We met a few months ago at a dinner, your er..husband..introduced us.” The younger woman figured he had not heard about their divorce, she flushed with embarrassment but did not speak up. She remembered him, he had been a kindly gentleman, even offered to take them to a gallery opening after dinner after Marianne had admired his occupation as a fine art curator.

“Ah! Henry Jones was it? So glad to see you again. Are you here for business?”

“-Yes yes. I thought I might say hi, you and Heath looked very lovely that night, reminded me of my own wife and I.” He stuck his hand out with a smile and Marianne grasped it, secretly hoping he wouldn’t ask any more questions. “I’m here on a pursuit, it’s a pricey piece. There’s a trade going for a wonderful tapestry- hand sewn by the Haleon tribe, strange looking things they are.” Henry imitated wiggling tentacles with his fingers, he touched her shoulder lightly, “I would invite you but I expect you’ll be off sight-seeing with your husband, I wouldn’t want to take that time away from you two. See you around then love!”

She was alone again, Mari swallowed thickly and grimaced, she didn’t want to think about Heath. She hated the thought of him. Two months ago, Marianne was thoroughly convinced he was flirting with a woman from work, the nights he’d come home late were obvious signals of an affair. It hurt her, their time together was sparse and their relationship hanging on a thread. Marianne took matters into her own hands and finally cut the fraying string, she erased him from their life.

The woman shook her mind free of the suffocating thoughts.

Right now, the spa was sounding more appealing by the second. Her eyes wandered across the grand lobby, she descended the carpeted staircase and lifted a drink off a waiter’s tray; downing it in one go. It tasted like fresh berries (probably artificial). She wondered what Delilah was doing, if she was alright with Vee. Marianne trusted that her sister was good with teenagers, she’d had two already off to university and a bun in the oven, sometimes the younger sister envied their marriage. So different from her own.

Marianne combed her fingers through her hair as she noticed the holiday-goers that passed her were all dressed up in short club dresses and crisp suits, she guessed there was a function going on which she hadn't heard about.

They were all heading toward the club on second floor. There was a waterfall. A shimmery light illuminated from a bubble of water rose and transformed into the words 'Indigo'

Maybe she'd go and get drunk for once in her life, Marianne could hold her liquor down pretty well. She hadn't danced for a long time too. Maybe tonight was the night to let loose, she could slip into her best dress and dance like no one was watching.

In a few minutes the woman- now clad in a silvery number, found herself within the thrum of bodies and pulsating music. She smiled and lost herself in the crowd.
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Darkness. Heath's vision was filled with it. Blinking a several times, Heath slowly sat up in bed. 'What time is it?' He thought. He distinctly remembers not setting an alarm, but it seems body was in too much of a rhythm now for him to even sleep in if he wanted. He continued to lay in bed, eyes still open, as he awaited his body's attempt to let him drift off again. After a 10 minute pause, he assumed it wasn't going to happen. So he decided he might as well get up since he wasn't going back to sleep. He wasn't the type who enjoyed laying around with idle time.

Heath had gotten, up and dressed for his day on the cruise. So far it had been pretty uneventful. Though, he wasn't complaining. It was relieving in a way. The lack of stress from needing to focus on a task and work against a timeline to reach a quota felt as though it was healing him. Even if it might be temporary. The bed made itself and autonomous drones sped about the room, cleaning what little there was to clean. Inspecting the room before he walked out, he winced a bit. It was odd seeing the room. It was so clean it was as though no one even lived there. Heath sighed to himself, again overthinking the situation and turned on his heel to leave the room.

He spent most of the day sightseeing. They were still in route to their next planet, so empty space filled every view-port. Well it wasn't entirely empty. The expanse of space held many opportunities for random events in passing. In particular, they had passed through an asteroid belt today. The reinforced hull of the cruise ship had no issues bumping and reflecting off any impacts, watching a few of the smaller ones dink off of the glass was definitely an interesting sight.

As the day grew late, Heath had noticed his pattern of spending most of this trip alone. Avoiding social situations, weary of the responsibility that comes with talking and trying to impress others. He began to think his isolation had just about ran it's course now though. Searching his itinerary for the closest bar in his section, he made his way there.

Not even 15 minutes after finding a seat though, the weight of a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder. Turning slowly, internally burning up considering the rudeness of this stranger, a spark of realization shot across his face. "Hen-....Henry?" The balding man chuckled and stuck his hand out for a firm handshake and greeting. "Heathreaux Kleinnnnn.... How are things, my friend?" Heath was taken aback by the seemingly random occurrence of meeting someone he knew so well on this cruise. Heath's bewildered expression quickly changed and was replaced with a hearty smile. "Things are alright. They're going...not great, but ya know..." Henry smiled and nodded slightly, he was clearly drunk and probably didn't comprehend conversation very well at this point. Henry spoke out as if he suddenly remembered something. "Hey where's the wife? I saw her earlier, it's strange having found you both...but not together either time..."

Heath's expression noticeably changed. A chuckle of disbelief escaped his lips, "Henry, my man, how much have you had to drink? Haha...there's no way Marianne is here. You must've confused her for someone else." Henry froze. He was really trying hard to remember if he actually saw her or not. Or he was trying not to black out. Heath couldn't tell. A young female voice perked up, "Mr. Jonesss..." Her tone was sing-songy, "So are we going or noooot?" A blonde in her early 20's clasped onto Henry's arm and the man was snapped from his thoughts. He gave Heath another slap on the shoulder, "Let's catch up later, man. Duty calls..." A devious sneer came across the drunk man's face as the two stumbled off towards one of their rooms.

Heath, attempting to wrap his head around the though of Marianne possibly being on this cruise caused him to call up drink after drink. He overheard a group mentioning a club named Indigo and Heath figured a place like that would be the last place he would find Marianne if she really was here. Perhaps even finding a 'friend' to distract him for the night.

In a slightly dazed and definitely drunken stupor, Heath found his way to the Indigo club and quickly became engulfed by the the crowd, hoping to get his mind off of things.

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With tinted lips slightly parted, Marianne giggled and excused herself from a group of friendly ladies. Her drink was held steadily in hand and her heels clacked against the glass floor as she made her way over to an empty booth off to the side. Marianne breathed a content sigh and fixed an earring that had come loose. The woman hadn’t had that much fun in ages - albeit how exhausting it was, she would definitely be up for another round.

At that dreaded moment, out of her peripheral vision, Marianne witnessed someone enter through the sparkling curtains, someone that made her heart plummet and face turn paler than freshly fallen snow.

It wasn’t like she was actively searching for him but her eyes could definitely pick him out from the crowd against her own will, unconsciously.

The man she’d known for more than a decade, reduced to strangers. Unable to process whether Heath had seen her or not, Mari did the dumbest thing she could: She ducked under the table and swore loudly when her head made contact against the underside of it, definitely within his earshot.

She couldn’t believe her rotten luck.

With teeth gritted and eyes shut, a multitude of frantic thoughts jumbled through the woman’s head. Pull yourself together and act like a responsible adult Mar. You can handle this. This was an accident, a pure coincidence, you weren’t stalking him and it’d be great if we could just ignore each other for the duration of our time here.. Oh and shit, I hope you’re not here with another woman.

Alas, the only words that managed to slip past her lips were a meek: “You...Here? Why??!” She should have at least looked dignified in such a situation, she should have been laughing in the arms of a handsome man but no. Marianne Klein sat crouched with her arms wrapped around her own knees under a table at a club, slightly drunk and hair askew. Her mind willed the ship to crash right there and then, she wished for anything. Something to spare her the embarrassment and to collect what remained of her precious ego.
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The music of Indigo was modern and surprisingly refreshing to Heath's ears. He began to wonder if perhaps the booze had some effect on his opinions of it. The initial sensory overload he had felt after first entering the club had subsided. The laser show and flashing lights had been toned down, the music was less erratic, the smell of hot bodies and liquor becoming less offensive. Heath realized how long it had been since he's actually drank to the point of lowered inhibition in this way. He hoped he wouldn't black out or end up vomiting by the end of the night.

After being approached by a few different women, even going out to dance on a couple occasions, Heath for some reason couldn't bring himself to seal the deal with any of them. He repeatedly turned down any offer he got to leave the club and have a more private party. He couldn't even figure out why. Isn't that the reason he even came to this club? To distract him from thinking about the wound in his heart that was so recently reopened by the lovely Mr. Jones. He groaned to himself. Not that he could hear it over the permanently noise filled atmosphere. But he felt the rumble in his chest and that was enough.

As the bar began to get increasingly more and more crowded, Heath decided to find a table to sit at instead. Having a stranger constantly pressed up against him on either side wasn't exactly his idea of fun. Scanning the room, Heath spotted what looked to be an empty booth and he made his way to it. Once he got closer though, he realized that it was actually not so empty after all. He wasn't entirely sure, but it looked like a woman was huddled underneath it. 'What in the hell?' He thought as his eyes squinted, his grip tightening on his glass. 'Is that... ? No....' His eyes began to widen as realization set in.

Still standing in an aura of disbelief, Heath began to slowly edge his path towards her. The woman beneath the table. The same woman he had fallen in love with so long ago. The same woman he had also tragically fallen out of love with not so long ago. Well, he had never truly fallen out of love with her. He would always love her.

Marianne.

Closer and closer he got, still believing he was drunk and was having an episode of mistaken identity. But the closer he got, the more sure of it he was. This woman was definitely Marianne. A small smirk involuntarily began to spread across his face as he began to notice more details. 'I always told you that you looked better without lipstick.' It was a silly thought. And probably not the most romantic. But that was the first thought that ran through his mind. Then what followed, the thought of her lips pressed against his. The warmth of her embrace at night.

'Where did it all go wrong?'

'Why did we end up like this?'

'Look at us.'

'A couple of lost old fools in a club on a cruise.'

'We used to laugh at these kinds of people together.'

Heathroux had finally made it close enough to where he could say something to her. He crouched, the sad smile still on his face. "Hey..."

*THOOM*

Heath was then suddenly cut short and subsequently knocked clean off of his feet as the entire ship shuddered and rattled. The sound of distant explosions rocked and echoed in the distance.

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They say that time stands still when you watch the one you love walk away. The chatter of the club died around Marianne and the silence was swampy in her ears, somewhere in the distance the woman thought she could hear a clock’s muddied ticking going at a slower speed than usual.

But wait.. there was something wrong somewhere.

The man she loved wasn’t walking away now-- he was walking toward her.

A breath hitched in her throat, her chest tightened as his shiny leather shoes drew closer until they halted in front of her hiding place, the slow footsteps resounded over the clambering chaos of her mind and she felt as if she was floating..as if she wasn’t inside the safety of the spaceship but outside of it, in the deep, dark and unexplored.

As he leaned down, the woman held back a snort of laughter at the ridiculousness of their encounter and out of nervous habit- one that her divorcee was very well aware of. Her half smile quickly faded as she noticed Heath’s features were wrought with emotion. An emotion Mari had difficulty discerning beneath the confusing strobe lights. But she knew that whatever he was feeling, it broke her heart all over again and hauled her back to normal time.

Seeing her husband now was a drawback in her recovery from his loss, and she was doing so amazingly well at that. Better than she had ever imagined she would. Though not yet at the final stage of grieving, Mari was halfway there. Where the loneliness no longer crept up at her in the night and the rage she felt toward him had become almost fake, like old plastic souvenirs.

Now that their paths had crossed again, her progress was reduced to level zero. She was back to the starting point and the one thing that could only be described as fate was to blame. The hopeless romantic inside of her refused to let him go now that he was in her orbit once again, her soul begged to be wrapped in his capable arms and to be brought back to the summer of their teenage years.

At the same time the rational part had already painstakingly built up her walls brick by brick so damn high and refused to be vexed by a single coincidental encounter.

After all, what’s past is past.

"Hey..."

Caught in the moment, Marianne clung onto his voice and awaited the words about to fall from his lips when the floor suddenly gave an ear splitting creak accompanied by the unmistaken sound of multiple explosions. A voice stormed over the loudspeaker but all Mar could pick up between the screams and ringing drone in her ears were the words “Turbulence..” and “Calm down,” and strangely, the woman felt composed amidst the panic, she tried to crawl toward where Heath had fallen. It was as if she was observing another version of herself from above, like a plane on autopilot, her instincts took over.

Marianne’s nerves buzzed with adrenaline, so much so that she felt nothing when the final detonation vibrated throughout the cruiser and until she couldn’t discern the twisting of her stomach with the violent pitching of the spaceship as it tumbled steeply through space. Mar sheltered herself back underneath the table, ultimately failing in her attempts to reach for Heath.

The Royal Carmichael crashed onto a planet dating back to many centuries, the planet Kelvet VI. The magnificent ship went out with a wonderful splash, into a stupendously large and very deep pool, much like a bottomless ocean.
The gigantic comet made of metal and glass plunged into the water, it’s blazing fire met the liquid with such impact that the vessel broke apart to millions and millions of glinting pieces. They swirled through the infinite blue and Marianne could feel herself sinking in the murky light.

An inner voice willed her to kick.

-And so she did because survival was all that mattered in that very moment.

The surface was so close.
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Before he knew it, Heath was engulfed by tumbling bodies. The darkness that filled his vision made it endlessly more difficult to gather an understanding of his surroundings. The music that was once so thick it felt as though it created a fog in the air was no more. Instead Heath's ears were filled with crashing and creaking of metal. With the sounds of men and women alike screaming The mixed scent of alcohol, sweat, blood, urine, and feces was overwhelming. The feeling of a gag was as far as he could make towards vomiting before the thought was abruptly cut short.

Instead of vomiting, Heath's body was submerged underwater all in one moment. Going from trying to hold back the contents in his stomach to suddenly struggling not to breath underwater was incredibly sobering. His next goal, was surviving. Swimming through the clouded and now most likely contaminated water that surrounded him as he navigated through the skeleton of what used to be a space travelling vessel.

Disoriented and vision completely blurred --Heath couldn't even confidently say he could navigate the ship in normal circumstances without a map-- somehow though, he managed to navigate his way through. The assumption could be made that the newly born holes in the hull gave him shortcuts.

Upon making it to the surface finally, he inhaled deeply. It felt as though a knife was stabbing him in the lungs each time he breathed. But at least he was breathing. That was something he couldn't say the same about a number of bodies that floated to the surface. Unmoving. The outside air was cool, though not jarring. It was oddly comforting. It was night, but the surrounding darkness was bathed in a heavenly moon light. 'Where the hell are we?' He thought.

His next thought, though, hit him like a sack of bricks. Marianne.

"Fuck!" He began frantically spinning in the water. The cool, clear liquid splashed around him. "Oh fuck!"

Heath began calling her name as he swam towards any passenger who was nearby.

"Marianne! Marianne! Where are you?! Are you alive?! God damnit Marianne where are you?!" Heath was starting to get worried now as he couldn't find her or hear her calling back to him.

She was so close. He could have reached out and grabbed her if he had wanted to. 'Why didn't I just reach out and grab her?! She was right there! I'm a fucking idiot! You're a fucking idiot Heath and now the love of your life is fucking dead. All because you couldn't do a simple thing and reach out to grab her.'

Heath began noticing some of the survivors walking around aimlessly on the beach, a woman on her knees crying her eyes out. 'Maybe she made it to the shore...' He thought. He wasn't going to give up on her yet. He felt the tears start to build up behind his eyes, but he fought them back. He knew there was some chance she could still be alive. With desperation in every stroke, Heath made his way to shore. Collapsing on the red, sandy beach once he finally made it.

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Relief washed over Marianne as cold as the fragmented waves that snapped at her ankles, fresh cuts stung with salt water and a gash above her eyebrow dripped red into her vision. It was late into the night and as Mari laid on her back, the stars winked back at her. They teased from high above.

The tragic events had played out in the blink of an eye and Marianne couldn’t believe she was alive. She had never been in a crash before. At least when people got into car accidents they happened on Earth and they’d never end up in some strange planet.

This was the worst case scenario.

Struggling to an upright position, she squinted out of one eye and saw black steam curl from the water before dissipating into the night air. It was followed by a bitter stench that clung to the back of her throat. Corpses clad in fine clothing washed onto shore with the moonlight shining upon wet skin, illuminating droplets that clung to eyelashes and stray strands of hair. The world spun around her as she tried to stand, a jabbing pain bloomed throughout her skull. Bleeding fingernails dug into the coarse grains of sand, caught in a momentary state of confusion.

After drawing in shallow breaths to clear the mist in her mind, her hearing began to return. Someone was calling Marianne’s name, desperation edged in their voice and the woman turned blindly toward the source before beginning to walk toward it. It was Heath, she was sure of it..at least she tried to convince herself it was.

She let the information sink in.

The ship had malfunctioned. They had crashed on a planet. Someone would find them soon right? Rescue operations would take place and they’d be back on Earth in no time, she would be back home with Delilah soon, but for now there was nothing to do but wait and tend to casualties.

Still in a state of shock, Marianne stumbled over the mounds of sand, her footsteps sank with each step. It was as if the small dunes had transformed into the tallest mountains. Every insignificant action sapped her of what little energy remained. Pausing to catch her breath the woman cupped her hands over her mouth and tried to project her voice throughout the expanse of the beach.

“I’m here!..Heath? Is that you?!” The frantic shrillness in her voice was partly out of fatigue and also hopelessness. What if something worse were to happen to them. Marianne had never travelled to other planets before, she didn’t know how to interact with aliens. Whether they were friendly or hostile. She hoped Heath was alive, she hoped they could get through this together because being alone in this situation was the one thing that scared Marianne the most.
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