This isn't an AAR, but a story I'm writng. I'll add new chapters as I write them. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE: THE JAGGED KNIFE
He was nervous all morning, looking at his paper, scanning it over and over, always coming back to his name:Jonathon C. Bradley. He didn't notice, or care, that the oatmeal kept pouring out of the spoon back into the bowl. Not that he wanted to eat it. You could only get halfway ecent oatmeal from Earth. Jon was making last-minute changes, wiping any miniscule errors out of existence. Normally, he wouldn't do this, but his new English teacher went over everyone's work like a robot. Of course, this was perdictable, be cause he was a robot. Jon skimmed through it, even tough he was only looking at the first page, giving himself a headache and knock him out of his trance. "...brilliant. If we actually had any money, we could put him in one of those private schools." Jon recognized the voice immediatly: his father's. Second, as if on cue, his mother's: "We do have money, and the last time this came up, you said there was no way he was gonna be a.." she paused for a split-second, the spoke again, in his father's voice: "preppy little snob who an;t even tie his own shoes!" Jon let ou a heavy sigh, realizing that eating breakfast upstairs was an even better idea that he first thought. After eating one more spoon of oatmeal, which was now cold and tasted like plastic, Jon got out of his chair, put the paper in his folder, the folder in his back-pack, and walked downstairs past his bickering parents and outside without uttering a word. Outside, he saw younger children, or for most of them, hatchlings, walking to school. One of them, slightly taller than the others, turned his triangular head towords Jon and shouted "Morning, Missster!" Jon grinned and returned the wave, even though he didn't like Thalans very much. As they dissapeared, he looked around for something to hold his attention until the train came. A holo-ad, glowing on the side of a building, caught his attention: iKorx: Handling your money since 2270! "Ah, the Korx. The embodiment of evil, with a touch of free-market capitalisim," Jon thought, then got an image of a store shelve containg everything from torture deivces to school supplies, resulting in a burst of laugther. "You're daydreaming again, aren't you?" In suprise, Jon spun on his foot to face the voice, and he was looking straight into the catlike eyes of a Drath. Raising an eyebrow, he replied "You sur like scaring, don't you, ya big lizard?" "Pretty much." she replied, fighting down a chuckle. "So, how was Dratha, Essarah?" asked Jon, trying to get his mind off his parents. No sooner did he ask than the train, floating on magnets, zip into port. "It was a summer well spent!" she began, and it was only then that Jon remembered that Essarah was a bit of a long-winded talker. He sighed and prepared himself: "They finally finished the Virtual Reality Center. I know they're everywhere, but
THESE VR's? they have microchips made of zycodium, so when you get roasted by a fifteen-headed dragon, you're gonna break a sweat, to say the least!" "Oh, and let's not forget the last day of summer was Victory Day, which I wrote my report on. I still cant believe we beat those double-crossing Torian sons-of..." Essarah was interupted by a loud "Ahem", and in the seat in frontof them, a Torian was giving her a very dirty look. Essarah simply smiled and shrugged, which the Torian replied with a sigh and shaking his head. But then he fixed his gaze on Jon, his lip raised in a sneer, Jon smiled sweetly and cut his throat with his hand, sending the defeated Torian sliding back into his seat. Jon knew the reason for the Torian's evil look: his parentage. Sixty years ago, Jon's grandfather, Allan Bradley, ordered the invasion of Toria that may have ended the war, but before the troops landed, Tlas Ka'tana, the Torians' leader, dedtonated a zycodium bomb that vaporized the planet, killing all on it. Ever since, the Torians and there allies blamed the humans for the destrustion of Toria. It wasn't just humanity's former enimies, either. Earth's allies threw insults at Jon. "And you called US evil! Sure, they were once our slaves, but your dear old granddad destoryed thier planet!" came from his Drengin tormentors. Of course, he had been chastised by thire insults so long he was immune. "So....to lighten the mood, how was your summer?"
