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Ever since Aftermath's Removal. I realized, one this isnt my safe haven. 2. I have a feeling of possible prejudism. And 3. I may need to restart the series, well everything before chapter 7 if my access to view the originals one last time is denied.

Well I will talk more later.

Actually you know what. Here is a sneak peek of Chapter 9

Chapter 9:"The Imaginary Friend"

The massive ship was leaning on the side of the Picasso. The nice Velvet color gleamed under the light of the nearby star. Everything was quiet on the inside. Only one room had some stirring. "Cmon reach! Hurry up! Everyone is waiting outside for me!" Johan Barked at me. I was standing on top of the dresser, trying to reach the closet. The whole ship was leaned over, I don't know why. The closet was like part of the ceiling. I jumped up to try to grab on the door handle. But as Isaac Newton said:"What goes up must come down." "Ow!" Johan shouted as I landed on him. I noticed the stack we made started to budge. The stack started to shake and spill down. "Move!" Johan shouted. "Ahh!" I screamed in fear. I heard the crash of many objects, some made of metal, others made of glass, or wood. A glowing neon orange aura surrounded my body. bits of wood and glass were all around my body as I lay there. Johan stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights. "I thought you were asleep." I angrily said to the Riftwalker device. "Lol Faget dew U espects(expect) me 2 not washes(watch) u fael(fail)? Lol ur Soooo stewpd! Lol lol lol lol lol!" The Riftwalker Device shouted. I slowly and carefully sat up, scanning the ground with my eyes to make sure I didn't put my hand on broken glass. That was the moment I saw something. I saw a faded and well used gray handle with some reddish brown. I reached over and grabbed it. I looked then I stopped cold. Roderck's USP Match. The colors were mostly faded, his indentations scratched into the top. "What's that?" Johan asked me inquisitively. "This is Roderick's USP Match, his favorite handgun." I replied disappointingly. "Is that what a gun looks like? I imagined it to have more lights." Johan replied curiously. "Is that the gun that sprays bullets at people that Roderick told me about?" Johan. Asked. "No, that would be his MTAR-21, this is the gun which uses 9 mm bullets." I answered Johan. "If I know Roderick well enough, he should have more stuff hidden. The USP match that I picked up was in a drawer.

We still needed to open up the closet. I paced around the room until something glimmered. I stopped and looked over at a broken chunk of metal in the corner of the room. I paced to the other side of the sideways room and stopped over to pick it up. "What are you doing now?" Johan asked. "Trying something out. I replied without stopping. With my right arm I slung it into a throwing position and said: "Initiate aiming assist." "Lol done." I threw the piece of metal and it hit the push button. The contents of the closet flew out like dropping anvils from an airplane. Hangers with clothing dangling from the bar like reeds growing on something underwater. Clang! I heard. Johan looked up startled by the noise. "You opened it! Great!" Johan remarked. I opened up Roderick's black Alterra bag and found something I never expected to find. "The Mark 6 Combat Armor." I muttered to myself, surprised. I pulled out a helmet, it felt very heavy. Scratches and bullet holes covered the helmet, patches of titanium alloy were exposed where the vulcanized rubber and Kevlar was ripped off. The green color was saturated by a reddish brown tint. "What is that?" Johan asked me. "Just some of Roderick's equipment." I replied with a smile. I continued to remove the contents from the well crafted bag. I pulled out all of Roderick's Mark 6 Combat Armor parts. A stash of empty gun cartridges were there. Only 4 cartridges were filled with ammunition. "We have what we need, cmon Rez let's go." Johan called me over to the rope he had dangling from what was once the doorway.

The Picasso was beautiful, the hallways we walked through were like hotel hallways. Though hotels don't have you walk on the wall and stare at the carpet on the wall to your left. Broken wall lamps were like road bumps. "I forgot to ask, if you can teleport around, why can't you get us off of this rock?" Johan asked me. "Sure, how many people?" I asked him. "Ten, including Roderick n I." He replied a bit concerned. "Hmm..... Sure, but you might have to wait a while for the energy capacity to reach those requirements. You see, the device uses so much energy, the amount of energy is equivalent to that of the Big Bang, that's just for a one way trip. But transporting multiple people in one go is to risky." I answered concerned. "Alright, well can't you teleport to Alterra and call for help?" I stopped walking and looked him in the eye. "I can't, it's too dangerous. I have superior technology." I told him. "Where are we going?" I asked Johan Curiously. "To the huge cargo bay, that's where everyone is, where all of the vehicles are stored." Johan replied a bit more concerned. We stopped at another corner. The turn went down. Johan fired the dismembered Prawn Grappinlg hook where he was standing and jumped down the shaft that was once a hallway. He done it like he would be going down the side of a mountain. When he reached the bottom he looked up at me and said:"Are you coming?" "Yeah. Just.. gimme a minute" I replied nervously. If my Riftwalker Device doesn't work, then I will be pancaked into the floor. I'm scared, I don't know how I should go down. Should I go by the rope? What if I fall. Let me think, what would Roderick say:"Jeez just jump already No Balls!" I closed my eyes and without thinking, fell into a free fall. "No!" Johan shouted as he tried to grab my paw. I fell and collided with the ground at the bottom of the shaft. I was in a miniature crater. I opened my eyes again realizing that my body was still intact. "Really? You could have killed yourself!" Johan shouted angrily from the rope. Johan finally came down and reeled the rope back in. I stopped for a second instead of following Johan as he walked to the cargo bay. "Johan." I called out. "What?" Johan asked irritated. "Do you trust me?" I asked him." He turned his head and looked very cross, he turned his his head away from me and continued walking to the cargo bay. Johan just stared ahead and walked down the hallway, walking over windows in his path. I followed him, cautious of any foreign movement. I stopped after walking a bit and looked down at my feet. I was standing on top of a window, not any window, a window with a view of the cargo bay. Small seamoths littered the ground. The giant Prawn hangers were sideways. The cyclops had smashed through the side of the cargo bay. I could see tents and a fire down on the ground through the window. Some people were roasting something over a controlled fire. I could see 3 pods with blue windows active. Floodlights were on all around the camp, placed in almost a ring around the camp.

Aftermath Is not Dead



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