Chapter 1 : Signals Part 1.
—Today we transcend!. The confident voice of a mature woman resounded through the immense city. »—Our exodus is beginning with the ignition of the containment chambers and heading towards our future while finally we managed to eradicate those monsters that stain for eons our now dying world …
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In the same planet, but far away from the event, a young man is sitting on his chair ignoring the lesson that is being imparted inside the classroom.
He is focused on the window, awaiting for the sunrise, which is the moment it decants the end of the last lecture of "Contemporary History".
His sight gets blurry with a yawn, and the action reflect on the glass of the window.
The curly orange hair on his head is evident, bright yellow irises with feline pupils on his eyes, and a fair skin with a light burgundy tint, a characteristic that is present across all integrants of his Species, the Hûrngöth.
A formal dark wine suit and dark black loafers, is the reglamentary attire that is wear by all Hûrngöth in the Institute.
Again, lost in his thoughs, the young man remain oblivious from his Instructor's call while he observe her slim and proportioned figure, that is remarked by the formal dark wine uniform that contrasts with her straight light blue hair and shiny glowing yellow feline eyes, enhancing her apparency, even with her stature is of just 5 four fifths Vul (2.9 meters), short for a woman, as her temperament.
The Instructor said once more the name of the Cadette —Peatell!. Distracted, he answers by reflex —Yes Aunt Bertha?.
No one in te classroom laugh about his mistake, and the Instructor, annoyed by her Cadette attitude, responded with displeasure and strictness —Don't Aunt Bertha me!, we are still in the Institute, show proper manners.
Peatell said a meekly —Sorry. However, the glare of the female Instructor, make him rethink his doings and nervously he replied with more decorum —I…, M-My apologies Instructor Cole.
Calm return to the woman and is heard in her voice —Apologies accepted, now, respond the questions i state before, since you clearly weren't paying attention, i'll repeat them.
»—Who was the responsable for the "Unmentionable Brightness"?.
»—How many casualties occur in the event?.
»—What was banned as a repercussion?.
»—Tell 5 other consequences?.
»—And who put an almost immediate stop to this conflict?.
Peatell is taken a back, he hate history and everything related to it, so he thinks for a few secons and enunciate his answer —The responsable was …, the Leader of the Middle Hûrngöth, his Name and Complement where erased from the database …, and nobody knows who stop the event …
The displeasure in the Instructor is evident with her cold —That's all?. Peatell meekly retorts —Well, a lot of people died.
Instructor Cole's patience runs out but she maintain the composure after a sigh with disapproval —Cadette Bverxkka, answer the questions i enunciate.
A stoic and firm voice is coming from the youngest Cadette in the Institute, resounding clearly all over the classroom —There is 4 direct responsibles of "Unmentionable Brightness", a Quantum Physicists, 2 Governors and the Leader of The Coalition of Middle and Deep Hûrngöth, the rest of the information has been erased of the database.
»—The number of casualties was estimated at 4.6 thousand Billions (Real Billion has 12 zeros), it is difficult to determine an exact amount when there is no remanents of the deceased.
»—The existence of "Fotonic Matter" is banned, use, production or storage is punishable with immediate execution, without exceptions.
»—Other changes are, Facility and Personal Energy Shields, obligatory use of Passive Vacuum Masks on every moment by everyone, Zero Tolerance against discrimination, increase development in underground factories, an augment in Orbital and Suborbital Surveillance, the construction of Kern's Gargantual Metropolis, better known as "Kern's City", the inauguration is today and could be happening in this moment, even when 16.2 thousand billion inhabitants are living already there.
»—The one who stopped the hecatomb occurred, Him …, there is only one fact known, a Surface Hûrngöth crashed against a Fotonic Matter Warhead producing a chain reaction that destroy the rest of Fotonic Matter Warheads before they were launched or arrived at their destination, as a consequence, an almost immediate stop to the conflict, "He" is the one you should look at, not me.
Sarcasticly, Peatell thinks to himself and tilts his head towards the one who spoke {The one you should look at?, get a haircut!, shave your beard and mustache, or at least learn to groom yourself a bit, lips, nose and a little of your pomuls its the only skin visible on your face, is really unsightly, not to mention the darkest purple violet possible that constitutes your hair, i use to think it was black, but it is not, well, omitting his perfect "Appropriate" stature of 7 Vul (3.5 meters) he has nothing, it is just a little bit taller than me, 6 Vul and two fifths(3.2 meters)}.
Instructor Cole speak to her unruly and oblivious Cadette —Peatell, say something remarkable about Cadette Bverxkka explanation.
Promptly the young male say with a confidently smirk —We waste a lot of resources on that unnecessary big city.
Her anger almost explode —Pea…!. But the stoic voice of before reply —I agree.
Everyone in the classroom gets shocked, and the situation past as fast as it cames with the arrival of the sunset, triggering the ringing of the bell, and with the lesson concluded, the Cadettes leave the classroom, ready to take their lunch.
The Instructor calls —Peatell. By his name once more, and he obliged —Yes Au…, What do you need Instructor Cole?.
The woman pouts a —Why so cold?. And he can't stop thinking to himself {You literally scold me 2 minutes ago for being familiar with you}.
She shakes her thoughts and ask with some trepidation —Will you accompany me during lunch…?.
But his reply is immediate —Stop, seriously, you always do the same, ask me to accompany you, then talk about "Contemporary History", the previous topic to be specific, getting mad at me because i don't care, my parents and the rest of my family died in it, and that is not going to change, the past is that, the past, get over it, and stop pronouncing my name, you know how uncomfortable is hearing it, while is coming from the almost wife of my youngest uncle, for "Prismardial" grace you are not even 2 decades older than me … (280 human years).
The stare in her eyes are not in the young Hûrngöth, Peatell turns around and see Cadette Bverxkka behind him, a rude —What?; Scape his mouth, but the youngest Cadette in history reply with stoic voice and demeanor —One should learn from the past to not repeat mistakes in the future, and both of you are blocking the exit.
Bertha and Peatell see each other for a moment and then move aside, letting Marshack resume his walk.
The female asks —Cadette Bverxkka, would you like eat lunch with me?, i prepare the refreshment myself.
Marshack response is cold and quiet detached —Instructor Cole, i don't appreciate you using me in an attempt to instigate jealousy in Cadette Hayon, my advice was for both of you, this one too, be straightforward, and offering food has to be checking the nutritional requirements of the individual in question, providing and/or ingesting lesser food, it is a crime punishable with 3 to 5 days of complete isolation with sporadic exposure to vacuum (25-42 human days approx).
Marshack walks away, leaving an astonished expression on the faces of Bertha and Peatell.
The former is shocked, this berely approachable young Hûrngöth understood her feelings for Peatell.
While the latter is annoyed {How he dare to be so full of himself, give this type of advice when you had at least 2 girlfriends at the same time}.
Bertha gather her courage and look in to the eyes of Cadette Hayon —Peatell. He gets more annoyed {Is she serious, i literally…}, but her next words catch him off guard. —I have fellings for you …