Lynion
25-04-2008, 16:33
Ranakin watched from the radar station as the Hunter's and Regulars were having a war game on the island of Lynscet which was thier military island. The day was clear, the air was crisp and fresh, everyone was in a happy mood and his friends Sky Marshall Jian and Field Marshall Vamp were beside him.
"Seems the Regulars are actually using their brains for once," laughed Jian.
The operators laughed him as communications were left open for nations who might be sending them telegrams.
"Do not be assure the Regulars will win," said Vamp in a cold voice.
Ranakin watched as a pocket of Regulars were wipped out. He smiled at Vamp as Jian watched the Regulars re-grouped at a ruined town they created for the war games.
"Your apprentice Woff is in charge of the Hunters Vamp?" asked Ranakin.
They watched as the encircled Regulars were trapped and took cover in the ruined city. Ranakin left the group and looked out to the port town below them. He had noticed the media was around today.
"I don't want the media going to Lynsect or Lynsecrt Islands. Those islands are for the military and security purposes only," briefed Ranakin to an operator who sent out a telegram to the military and security islands.
"You realise they are only here to board cast the dying King," said Vamp as the Hunters finally took out the Regulars.
Ranakin nodded his head as the bodyguard of King Marcus came to him.
"The King wishes to see you sire," he said.
"Don't let them into the radar station as well," ordered Ranakin.
Inside the palace.
Ranakin walked down the hallway of paintings of Lynion landscape on Earth. His father had always admired the landscape of the islands. There were few of the actually homeworld called Lynion. He contiune on as the bodyguards made sure the rooms were lock so that the media wouldn't be allow to enter the private chambers. The bodyguard opened the room to the personal chambers of King Marcus and Ranakin was met to the sight of a dying man.
"Father," he said briefly.
"Ranakin my boy," smiled his father as he coughed. "My time has come. I'm sorry I didn't live long enough to see you get married and..."
"Dad," laughed Ranakin as he hugged the man. "I'm sorry we never got to know each other better,"
Marcus felt the warmth of Ranakin's son as he felt his life begin to slip away from him.
"I want you to keep your friends. They'll help you through this hard time which will come soon," Marcus said as he notice the tear running down Ranakin's cheek. "Jian and Vamp will never leave you. Be strong for them, for the people and for yourself,"
Ranakin started to cry as his father started to say the last words he will ever speak.
"I...love...you...son," he said as his fingers lost their grip.
Ranakin cried as Marcus died.
Outside the front of the palace.
"This is kath Newmen reporting live from the palace at the Kingdom of Lynion for ANN," started the lady as the camera man turned to a tall figure coming forward wearing navy blue shirt, trousers and jacket. "This is Prince Ranakin of Lynion who is about to make a speech,"
The camera watches the figure as two bodyguards take up position behind the prince.
"As of today, Saturday the 17th of August 2008, King Marcus has died at the age of 65 by a virus," Ranakin starts as he pull back a tear. "This is to all nations who have recently discovered my name is on the telegrams sent to them not King Marcus like usual,"
Ranakin takes a moment to breath and wipe away a tear as the wind picks up a little.
"His body will be burnt like the kings of the old in one weeks time," starts Ranakin again. "All national leaders are welcome to come and pay thier respects. That is all,"
The camera man captures the prince walking back into the palace holding his head in his hands. It also captures two men running into the palace after the prince.
"You heard right folks, the Kingdom of Lynion has lost its first king and sends out an invitation to regional and world leaders who wish to pay thier tribute to King Marcus. This is Kath Newmen signing out from the Kingdom of Lynion,"
"Seems the Regulars are actually using their brains for once," laughed Jian.
The operators laughed him as communications were left open for nations who might be sending them telegrams.
"Do not be assure the Regulars will win," said Vamp in a cold voice.
Ranakin watched as a pocket of Regulars were wipped out. He smiled at Vamp as Jian watched the Regulars re-grouped at a ruined town they created for the war games.
"Your apprentice Woff is in charge of the Hunters Vamp?" asked Ranakin.
They watched as the encircled Regulars were trapped and took cover in the ruined city. Ranakin left the group and looked out to the port town below them. He had noticed the media was around today.
"I don't want the media going to Lynsect or Lynsecrt Islands. Those islands are for the military and security purposes only," briefed Ranakin to an operator who sent out a telegram to the military and security islands.
"You realise they are only here to board cast the dying King," said Vamp as the Hunters finally took out the Regulars.
Ranakin nodded his head as the bodyguard of King Marcus came to him.
"The King wishes to see you sire," he said.
"Don't let them into the radar station as well," ordered Ranakin.
Inside the palace.
Ranakin walked down the hallway of paintings of Lynion landscape on Earth. His father had always admired the landscape of the islands. There were few of the actually homeworld called Lynion. He contiune on as the bodyguards made sure the rooms were lock so that the media wouldn't be allow to enter the private chambers. The bodyguard opened the room to the personal chambers of King Marcus and Ranakin was met to the sight of a dying man.
"Father," he said briefly.
"Ranakin my boy," smiled his father as he coughed. "My time has come. I'm sorry I didn't live long enough to see you get married and..."
"Dad," laughed Ranakin as he hugged the man. "I'm sorry we never got to know each other better,"
Marcus felt the warmth of Ranakin's son as he felt his life begin to slip away from him.
"I want you to keep your friends. They'll help you through this hard time which will come soon," Marcus said as he notice the tear running down Ranakin's cheek. "Jian and Vamp will never leave you. Be strong for them, for the people and for yourself,"
Ranakin started to cry as his father started to say the last words he will ever speak.
"I...love...you...son," he said as his fingers lost their grip.
Ranakin cried as Marcus died.
Outside the front of the palace.
"This is kath Newmen reporting live from the palace at the Kingdom of Lynion for ANN," started the lady as the camera man turned to a tall figure coming forward wearing navy blue shirt, trousers and jacket. "This is Prince Ranakin of Lynion who is about to make a speech,"
The camera watches the figure as two bodyguards take up position behind the prince.
"As of today, Saturday the 17th of August 2008, King Marcus has died at the age of 65 by a virus," Ranakin starts as he pull back a tear. "This is to all nations who have recently discovered my name is on the telegrams sent to them not King Marcus like usual,"
Ranakin takes a moment to breath and wipe away a tear as the wind picks up a little.
"His body will be burnt like the kings of the old in one weeks time," starts Ranakin again. "All national leaders are welcome to come and pay thier respects. That is all,"
The camera man captures the prince walking back into the palace holding his head in his hands. It also captures two men running into the palace after the prince.
"You heard right folks, the Kingdom of Lynion has lost its first king and sends out an invitation to regional and world leaders who wish to pay thier tribute to King Marcus. This is Kath Newmen signing out from the Kingdom of Lynion,"