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Delian Defense League
Episode 1: “Meeting of Fate”
Location: Streets of Paris, France
Year: 3006
Event: World War 3
It wasn’t always like this, Greg thought.
Greg was looking at the crumbling building that had been bombed a minute ago. That building was his home.
Well, it used to.
Greg turned and ran. He was part of the Paris Black Market (PBM). It was a useful occupation. You got loads of information and the money poured in, especially in times of war.
But right now, the world was engaged in a world war. Phaser rifles resonated through streets. People’s mangled bodies were everywhere. Bombs were dropped daily.
It was a disaster.
“Hey you, halt!”
Greg half turned and then put on a burst of speed. He heard the thundering of boots behind him. Meanwhile, he slipped out his modified ascension gun. He rounded a corner, jumped, and activated the gun. The cord attached to the edge of the corner. Perfect, Greg thought. He shorted the cable to gain more momentum. He saw a soldier rounding a corner. He swung, feet first. The foot connected to a chin and the other connected to the stomach, knocking him flat. Greg released the cable and checked his vitals. He was alive, but stunned. He quietly took his phaser pistol and attached it to his belt, along with his lightsaber. All the people on the black market had them and they were useful.
Greg looked at his surroundings. He was in the Political District, at least a mile from the Senate. He headed in that direction. He knew that the Senators didn’t trust him, but he had contacts there that could help him out.
Suddenly, he heard a girl shriek. She was around the next corner! Greg started to run, taking out his lightsaber in the process.
He stopped at the corner and he peeked around it. A girl was against the wall, a rifle pointed at her head. The girl was slim and slender, brownish hair, and soft, blue eyes. All in all, the girl seemed like an angel from heaven.
“Give me the information”, the soldier demanded. He had an American accent.
“I’d rather die”, was the reply.
“Fine”. The soldier put his finger on the trigger. Greg realized that he had maybe a few seconds to do something. He picked up a rock and threw it against a near-by wall. The soldier flinched and turned around, curious.
Then Greg acted. He pulled out his ascension gun, aimed at the roof and shot it. When it was secure, he quickly climbed up. Placing the gun at his belt, he took out his lightsaber and jumped off the roof and landed on the soldier’s back.
“GET DOWN!” Greg shouted at the girl as he deflected furious shots from the soldier. His shots were wild and one of them might hit her. He didn’t want that.
The soldier, while trying miserably to shoot him, was calling for more troops. Greg figured he had less than two minutes to get out of here.
Greg suddenly went on the offensive. He sliced the gun in half and then, somehow, threw the soldier against a building without touching him.
He turned to the girl, lightsaber pointed down towards the ground.
“Who are you?” the girl asked. “Sith or Jedi?”
“Not Sith. Not Jedi. Neutral”
“I’m Francesca”
“Gregory Henry, member of the PBM, but you can call me Greg. I mean, everyone else does”, Greg flashed a grin and she grinned back.
Ruining the nice moment, more troops approached. A faint whistle was growing louder by the second. Francesca saw it all.
“Down!” she hissed, pulling him behind a wall. A few seconds later, the ground they were standing on exploded, dirt flying everywhere.
Greg looked at it all and turned to his new friend. “Thank you”
She just smiled and grasped his hand. Then she drew back sharply, as if she was shocked.
“How did you know about the bomb?” Greg asked as they walked towards the Senate.
“The Force guided me”, Francesca replied.
“The Force?”
“A mystical power that grants you special powers. You are strong in the Force, as am I”
Greg didn’t reply. He fell silent, his mind on his ruined house. Unknowingly, a tear fell down his cheek. Francesca noticed it and slipped her hand into his and squeezed it comfortingly. Greg looked up gratefully. She smiled at him.
“Do you have a family?” Greg asked.
Francesca’s face saddened. “No, they were killed by American soldiers. I’m an orphan now.”
Her face contorted, as if trying to hide her feelings. “But I am a fighter”
Greg put his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, Greg’s PDA beeped. “Justice here”
“It’s Neo. Come back to base fast. Someone blew it up!”
The call disconnected. Greg’s cheeks were wet. His family, his home, and now his second home were gone.
All because of war.
Francesca observed all of this. She felt sorry for Greg. It must be terrible to loose everything.
Greg had finished crying. “What do we do now?” she asked. “It’s your call and I’m with you wherever you go”
“Back to the central black market base. We have to go under cover for a few days. Someone is targeting us specifically. We need to find out whom.”
* * *
Location: PBM Headquarters
Greg looked at the gathered people. Besides him and Francesca, there was Joe (weapons expert), Sophia (communications and Greg’s cousin), and Marina (spy and Joe’s girlfriend).
Everyone else was dead.
“We need to leave France”, Greg announced. “It’s too dangerous here. I have a secret base in the Atlantic. We will be safe there.
“But also we need to talk about our future. The PBM is gone, never to return. We managed to salvage some things from the rubble, but that is all.
“I hate war. I think you guys do too. I want peace to come back. I think we are meant to do that.
“We need to form a peace group. A group that will aid fighting nations. A group that will settle disputes. A group that will only use force if necessary. I am talking about the Delian Defense League. They were the major peace group a long time ago. Maybe it is our destiny to restart it and serve it even if it means our deaths. Whoever agrees with me, place your hand on top of mine” Greg stuck his hand in the center of the table.
Without hesitation, Francesca placed her hand on top of his. She looked at him, basically saying, If you think I’m letting you go this quickly, you’re nuts. Joe placed his hand next. Then Marina. Then, with some hesitation, Sophia.
“It’s official then. We are the Delian Defense League.”
* * *
It was nighttime at the headquarters and Greg was restless. He couldn’t sleep. He felt something new, something that he had never felt before.
Love.
Why did he feel this? Who was it directed at? Did somebody love him back?
Suddenly, Greg heard something behind him. He turned around to see Francesca. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“Same as you”, Francesca said simply, standing next to him. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“You didn’t have to join”
“Yes I did”
“It will be dangerous”
“I don’t care”
“You could die”
“I’ll be with you. That’s all that matters”
“I couldn’t bear it to see you get hurt. It would kill me”
Francesca put a hand on his cheek. “I’ll be careful”
Then she stretched upward and kissed him. Her lips were soft. So soft, yet eloquent. She wrapped her arms around him and stayed there for a few seconds longer, then stepped back. Before she walked away, she turned to him and mouthed “I love you”.
Greg nodded, mouthing the same thing back to her.
She smiled and went back upstairs. Greg turned to the window. Yes it would be dangerous. Yes it could kill him. But that didn’t matter.
He now knew that he would never be alone again.