"You can't escape your past, Jace. Nobody can. You can try to hide to hide it, you can try to forget about it, but it will only consume you from the inside out."
"I don't want to hide my past. I want to destroy it."
Mother Earth, year 2072. Earth is nearly inhabitable after an experiment goes wrong 41 years prior. An outer space explosion causes chunks of the moon to hurl towards Earth, littering it with craters. Humans have colonized the other planets of the Solar System, hoping to rebuild their lives after the disaster. Mars has become the "New Earth", and this is where our story takes place......
Chapter 1 : Ace of Spades
"Excuse me sir." Jace jumped awake, startled and confused. His surroundings were not familiar. He was in some sort of coffee shop, his face covered in his own drool with a young, blonde haired waitress peering down at him empathetically. "It's time for you to go mister, it is 1 o'clock in the morning", the waitress said, her voice teetering between annoyance and sympathy. Jace, who's brain was still in sleep mode, replied something incomprehensible as he wiped the drool off of his face with his shirt sleeve. His black, straight hair looked unkempt, and there were several orange stains on his white tie (there were stains on his black shirt too, but they were not visible). The waitress made a loud noise in her throat and rolled her eyes, apparently disgusted by Jace's current appearance.
"Do you know how I got here?", Jace asked sleepily as he clenched his forehead. He had a massive headache, almost like one of those headaches you get during a hangover. No, it couldn't be that, Jace thought. He hadn't had THAT much to drink (if you think 4 Bahama Mama's and a shot of tequila isn't a lot). The waitress, seemingly uncomfortable, backed up a little as she explained Jace's dilemma. "Well sir", she started nervously. "You had come in here, around 6. You did not seem to be in the right state of mind sir. We sat you down here so your drunkenness would wear off and you ended up falling asleep". She averted her eyes quickly towards a waiter standing near the entrance to the shop, who was holding an ice pack to his face. "Oh, and you dropped this one your way in." The waitress dug in the shirt pocket of her light green work polo shirt, and pulled out what looked like a playing card with a single golden spade in the middle of it. Jace took the card from her hand and studied it, and slow realization hit him. "I won the game", Jace whispered to himself, staring at the Ace of Spades.
"Hmmm?", the waitress mumbled to herself. This guy was confusing her to no avail. Jace smirked in victory, and tucked the card into the pocket of his black slacks, and pulled something folded back out. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you tonight, ma'am." He got up from his seat, finally fully awake. The waitress stared at the wall to her right, uncomfortable. Jace, with the smirk still on his face, slipped a fifty dollar bill into the waitress' shirt pocket as he headed towards the door. The waitress pulled the bill out and looked at it, and she gave him a soft smile. The waiter standing by the door shuffled out of Jace's way, almost in a cowardly fashion, and headed towards the kitchen, the water from the ice pack dripping on the floor. The waitress groaned and rolled her eyes again. "You are going to mop that up, Dave. I've had enough bullshit for one night." Jace paused as he opened the door, and he took one last look at the waitress. "Take care", he winked, and he walked out of the restaurant.
It was a cold and quiet night on Melrose. The only signs of real activity were the flickering street lights. As Jace strolled down the street, he saw very few people out tonight. A perfect night for crime. Jace buttoned up his suit jacket and moved along, the moonlight beaming down upon him. I'm surprised I won that game, Jace thought. So that's how they thought they were going to beat me..they got me drunk and I still won the game. Ha. Jace paused for a moment and tried to recall having more than one drink, but he couldn't remember many details from the card game. His head still hurt. His attention was soon attracted to the black ship that speed past him and pulled landed in front of the coffee shop that he just walked out of. Jace turned around and watched 4 men, dressed in suits and wearing fedoras, step out of the ship and walk into the restaurant. "I wonder what their problem is." Jace shrugged and continued his walk of solitude, but stopped again right after he heard a window shatter from a short distance. He ducked to the ground and hid behind a parked ship, holding his gun, and silver Desert Eagle with black star on the middle of it. The 4 men were out of the restaurant, and one of them pointed at the ship Jace had just hid behind. "Shit", Jace whispered to himself.
All of the men pulled pistols from their suit jackets and fired at the ship. Jace peeked over the side of the ship and fired his gun once. One of the men fell to the ground, dead. The bullet had punctured the middle of his forehead and exited through the back of his cleanly. The rest of the men stopped firing for a second to help their fallen comrade, which wasn't a smart idea. Jace fired three more shots. All three men fell dead to the ground. Jace spun his Desert Eagle around his fingers and blew the barrel of it. "Heh. Too easy." He got from behind his cover, peeking at the dead bodies in front of the coffee shop to make sure that the job was done. After his quick evaluation, Jace continued on his walk, stuffing his gun back into his pocket.
The mayhem that had just occurred did not stir anybody on the street. Shoot-outs were a common thing on Mars. If you walked down the street and saw a person littered with bullet holes, you would just keep walking and not bother to call the police. Odds are that they've already been to the crime scene.
Jace pulled a small, touch screen device from out of his right pocket and tapped it once. A projected screen popped out with alphabetic characters at the bottom. Jace typed in the words "TITAN". In less than a second, a man's face popped up on the screen, glaring at Jace. "You were supposed to report 4 hours ago, where the hell were you?". Jace leaned against the wall and started to laugh a little. "You wouldn't believe this, but they got me drunk. I won the game though." The man on the screen still held his stern expression, but you can tell that he wanted to laugh too. "Did you get the card?". Jace held the device in one hand and pulled the card out of the pocket with his other. He held it to the screen so the man could see it, the Golden Spade shining from the light of the moon. The man finally cracked a smile, his already youthful facial features became more youthful. "Oh boy, this is going to rack in a lot of dough", he said with a greedy expression as he rubbed his hands together. "Dough that will be well spent, right Cin?", Jace said as he raised any eyebrow. Cin seemed to be annoyed by this statement. "Yeah yeah, just get back to the ship." The screen turned black.
"I'll get back..ha", Jace laughed as he put his device back in his pocket, along with the card. He noticed a bus bench a couple of feet a way, and decided that he needed a nap.
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Melancholy Dreamin'
"You can't escape your past, Jace. Nobody can. You can try to hide to hide it, you can try to forget about it, but it will only consume you from the inside out."
"I don't want to hide my past. I want to destroy it."
Mother Earth, year 2072. Earth is nearly inhabitable after an experiment goes wrong 41 years prior. An outer space explosion causes chunks of the moon to hurl towards Earth, littering it with craters. Humans have colonized the other planets of the Solar System, hoping to rebuild their lives after the disaster. Mars has become the "New Earth", and this is where our story takes place......
Chapter 1 : Ace of Spades
"Excuse me sir." Jace jumped awake, startled and confused. His surroundings were not familiar. He was in some sort of coffee shop, his face covered in his own drool with a young, blonde haired waitress peering down at him empathetically. "It's time for you to go mister, it is 1 o'clock in the morning", the waitress said, her voice teetering between annoyance and sympathy. Jace, who's brain was still in sleep mode, replied something incomprehensible as he wiped the drool off of his face with his shirt sleeve. His black, straight hair looked unkempt, and there were several orange stains on his white tie (there were stains on his black shirt too, but they were not visible). The waitress made a loud noise in her throat and rolled her eyes, apparently disgusted by Jace's current appearance.
"Do you know how I got here?", Jace asked sleepily as he clenched his forehead. He had a massive headache, almost like one of those headaches you get during a hangover. No, it couldn't be that, Jace thought. He hadn't had THAT much to drink (if you think 4 Bahama Mama's and a shot of tequila isn't a lot). The waitress, seemingly uncomfortable, backed up a little as she explained Jace's dilemma. "Well sir", she started nervously. "You had come in here, around 6. You did not seem to be in the right state of mind sir. We sat you down here so your drunkenness would wear off and you ended up falling asleep". She averted her eyes quickly towards a waiter standing near the entrance to the shop, who was holding an ice pack to his face. "Oh, and you dropped this one your way in." The waitress dug in the shirt pocket of her light green work polo shirt, and pulled out what looked like a playing card with a single golden spade in the middle of it. Jace took the card from her hand and studied it, and slow realization hit him. "I won the game", Jace whispered to himself, staring at the Ace of Spades.
"Hmmm?", the waitress mumbled to herself. This guy was confusing her to no avail. Jace smirked in victory, and tucked the card into the pocket of his black slacks, and pulled something folded back out. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you tonight, ma'am." He got up from his seat, finally fully awake. The waitress stared at the wall to her right, uncomfortable. Jace, with the smirk still on his face, slipped a fifty dollar bill into the waitress' shirt pocket as he headed towards the door. The waitress pulled the bill out and looked at it, and she gave him a soft smile. The waiter standing by the door shuffled out of Jace's way, almost in a cowardly fashion, and headed towards the kitchen, the water from the ice pack dripping on the floor. The waitress groaned and rolled her eyes again. "You are going to mop that up, Dave. I've had enough bullshit for one night." Jace paused as he opened the door, and he took one last look at the waitress. "Take care", he winked, and he walked out of the restaurant.
It was a cold and quiet night on Melrose. The only signs of real activity were the flickering street lights. As Jace strolled down the street, he saw very few people out tonight. A perfect night for crime. Jace buttoned up his suit jacket and moved along, the moonlight beaming down upon him. I'm surprised I won that game, Jace thought. So that's how they thought they were going to beat me..they got me drunk and I still won the game. Ha. Jace paused for a moment and tried to recall having more than one drink, but he couldn't remember many details from the card game. His head still hurt. His attention was soon attracted to the black ship that speed past him and pulled landed in front of the coffee shop that he just walked out of. Jace turned around and watched 4 men, dressed in suits and wearing fedoras, step out of the ship and walk into the restaurant. "I wonder what their problem is." Jace shrugged and continued his walk of solitude, but stopped again right after he heard a window shatter from a short distance. He ducked to the ground and hid behind a parked ship, holding his gun, and silver Desert Eagle with black star on the middle of it. The 4 men were out of the restaurant, and one of them pointed at the ship Jace had just hid behind. "Shit", Jace whispered to himself.
All of the men pulled pistols from their suit jackets and fired at the ship. Jace peeked over the side of the ship and fired his gun once. One of the men fell to the ground, dead. The bullet had punctured the middle of his forehead and exited through the back of his cleanly. The rest of the men stopped firing for a second to help their fallen comrade, which wasn't a smart idea. Jace fired three more shots. All three men fell dead to the ground. Jace spun his Desert Eagle around his fingers and blew the barrel of it. "Heh. Too easy." He got from behind his cover, peeking at the dead bodies in front of the coffee shop to make sure that the job was done. After his quick evaluation, Jace continued on his walk, stuffing his gun back into his pocket.
The mayhem that had just occurred did not stir anybody on the street. Shoot-outs were a common thing on Mars. If you walked down the street and saw a person littered with bullet holes, you would just keep walking and not bother to call the police. Odds are that they've already been to the crime scene.
Jace pulled a small, touch screen device from out of his right pocket and tapped it once. A projected screen popped out with alphabetic characters at the bottom. Jace typed in the words "TITAN". In less than a second, a man's face popped up on the screen, glaring at Jace. "You were supposed to report 4 hours ago, where the hell were you?". Jace leaned against the wall and started to laugh a little. "You wouldn't believe this, but they got me drunk. I won the game though." The man on the screen still held his stern expression, but you can tell that he wanted to laugh too. "Did you get the card?". Jace held the device in one hand and pulled the card out of the pocket with his other. He held it to the screen so the man could see it, the Golden Spade shining from the light of the moon. The man finally cracked a smile, his already youthful facial features became more youthful. "Oh boy, this is going to rack in a lot of dough", he said with a greedy expression as he rubbed his hands together. "Dough that will be well spent, right Cin?", Jace said as he raised any eyebrow. Cin seemed to be annoyed by this statement. "Yeah yeah, just get back to the ship." The screen turned black.
"I'll get back..ha", Jace laughed as he put his device back in his pocket, along with the card. He noticed a bus bench a couple of feet a way, and decided that he needed a nap.