Fm ii Pistol (Weapon)

Creators:  Zelenca on the planet Shawm

Power:  6
Range:  4
Accuracy:  4

Description:  The zelenca have become famous for their battleships.  However, the Fm ii pistol is arguably one of their more intriguing inventions.  Unlike the traditional pistol or rifle which fires bolts of energy, the Fm ii kills with sound waves.  The front of the pistol is specially shaped to fire concentrated sonic waves at a target which will then damage the organs.

There are some definite pros and cons to this pistol.  The sonic attack can be extremely effective but is also greatly affected by the air or water density it is being fired in.  But the fact that is does work underwater makes it a versatile weapon.

The Fm ii has a default frequency setting that is powerful enough to at least render most targets unconscious if not totally kill.  However, every living being has different natural vibrations.  An experienced handler of this pistol will adjust the sound frequency being shot out in order to inflict the appropriate amount of damage desired on a target.  Thus, in the hands of a professional, this pistol is certainly something to be feared.

Artwork by Andrew de Guzman

Gearing Up (Adventure) - Reuben Calloway Saga 3

Reuben followed the group as Sargent Vert led them to rows of well-organized shelves of standard issue duraplast armor.  The Sargent pulled out an electronic measuring device and sized up each cadet one by one.

Reuben waited his turn and then headed over to the area of shelves that had armor to fit him.  The dark grey and black armor of the Imperium soldier had become a trademark of fear across the galaxy.  It consisted of  leg, arm and chest plates, thick boots, gloves, and a helmet.  On the right arm there was a red Imperium symbol.  On the chest was a rank insignia that indicated he was a first year cadet.

The entire ensemble was atmosphere proof once the helmet clicked into place.   The duraplast material was also impervious to practically any melee weapon attack.  This enabled any squad of troops to land on a planet of any air type and go straight into fighting.

Reuben couldn't help but feel a small thrill of excitement as he fitted the final pieces on his body.  He felt dangerous and powerful.  He was no longer just a scared fifteen-year-old human nobody.  He was a soldier.  He would make his family proud.

Zelenca (Race)

Home Planet:  Shawm


Affiliation:  Rebellion


Description:  At first glance, the zelenca have obvious aquatic origins.  Their entire bodies are coated with blue-green scales, their mouths are never quite closed and their feet and hands are webbed.  Though zelenca are bipedal, they still retain their ability to move through water efficiently.  When swimming, a thin membrane fuses their legs together forming a single caudal fin.

Zelenca are able to breathe both air and water though they prefer to live under the ocean surface rather than above it.  They are more or less a peaceful race due to the fact that they posses an extra sense when they work together in groups.  This allows them to wordlessly communicate in an almost telepathic manner.

Though the zelenca are peaceful, they are hardly defenseless.  The zelenca have become famous for creating some of the most technologically advanced battleships.  The Imperium would be willing to risk quite a bit to discover some of their creating techniques.

Warm Welcome (Adventure) - Reuben Calloway Saga 2

As the shuttle flew toward the training ground, Reuben glanced around at the other passengers.  Most of them were boys his age.  Two of them were girls.  The Imperium would only draft females if they could pass certain physical requirements or if they had special skills.

The shuttle landed.  The doors opened to admit sunlight and shouting into the shuttle.  It was overwhelming.  Reuben didn't dare move from his seat because he didn't know what to do.  A sergeant marched over and grabbed the front of his tunic.

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!" he shouted at Reuben.

All Reuben could do was nod affirmative.

"THEN GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THIS SHUTTLE!"

Reuben scrambled to unbuckle his crash harness and then followed the rest of the group.  They were lead by another sergeant into a large building.

"Line up!" the second sergeant barked.

The cadets scrambled to comply.

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, cadets.  I'm Sergeant Kon.  The man giving the warm welcome at the shuttle is Sergeant Vert.  We are your parents.  We are your gods.  You had no life before training.  Is that understood?"

The cadets nervously looked at each other.  Were they supposed to reply?

Sergeant Kon paced the line and stopped right in front of Reuben.  "I said, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Yes, sir!" the cadets answered in unison.

"For the next five years you will receive an education in advanced military tactics, weapons and hand-to-hand combat.  A solider that is prepared is one that can survive.  When you encounter other races, you need to know how to kill them and how they think.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Right now you are standing in an equipment facility.  Follow Seargeant Vert and he'll get you geared up."