|The Cloud Kingdom of Benvosa (standard:fantasy, 6560 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Jun 12 2015||Views/Reads: 843/614||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story of rebellion against the tyrannical King and a forbidden love between a planet dweller and a Cloud dweller. 1st place winner of Draw Your Swords writing contest: Writing.com|
The Cloud Kingdom of Benvosa A lone castle hovered high in the clouds, above the desolate class M planet called Benvosa. It was here among the gray clouds, steaks of lightning and thunderclaps that the cloud city, made of glass and gold, hovers on the Benvosian-made Cloud, a man-made structure supported by suspensor fields and retro-jets underneath of it. The city itself was home to King Minos and Lady Guinevere, the most ruthless king and queen to ever be seated on the thrones of the Cloud City, to rule over this planet. This planet was also the only source of the mineral Denjan, a mineral for life support systems across the Empire, and there no other place for it to be found in the Empire. It was also a planet and race of people divided by two classes who are not allowed to mingle. One was the worker class, who are forced to live on the barbaric conditions of the planet, with very little technology to assist them to mine the mineral from the mines. The other class was the Cloud Class, the administrators and rulers of the planet, high in technology, art, and literature. They live like gods over the planet, with slaves as servants and away from the harsh conditions of the planet far below. As King Minos and Queen Guinevere sat on the thrones in the audience chambers on the Cloud City, both sit there deep in thought as they listen to the harp notes from their youngest daughter, Sophia's harp. The King was currently deep in thought about the reports he has just received, about a rebellion has begun. Five planets have revolted from his Empire with the rebels and a fleet now cruises through the universe, inciting others to revolt against him and his Empire. What they call Tyranny and wrong doing among the people. He also thought of Benvosa, the planet below, the planet where the miners currently are also striking and revolting, threatening to join the rebellion if their demands are not met. “All they are demanding was better pay, better work conditions, and more technology for the people.” The King thought, “And also economic equality among the classes. That was totally preposterous. I shall crush them instead with my forces instead of negotiating with them.” King Minos hatched a plan on how to destroy and quell this little rebellion, bringing the planets back in line, or destroy them. As he sat in his throne, he also looked up at the arch nearby where two men walked through it, clad in a blue, light blue uniform with yellow bars on their shoulders. He recognized them as his Admirals that he had summoned a few minutes ago from the space station where the part of the fleet now was docked. King Minos also saw two other men, one clad in a dark green and black uniform, sporting golden body armor and the other a grayish uniform trimmed in black, walk in to shake hands with the Admirals. They were the Generals of his armies who he would be sending his troops to those planets to retake them and put them back into line. It also includes the planet far below them, which had stopped working, like the revolting worlds, demanding better pay, better working conditions and more technology to better mine the mineral they were supposed to be mining. “What I will do is utilize my forces and take each planet with a legion per invasion and hold the planet.” The King thought, “The rebellion will fail and cut short securing our great empire for the times to come.” “Admiral Connors! Admiral Desmond!” The King thundered, “General McNeil! General Richter!” The King motioned for them to approach. Sophia looked up at the names were spoken by her father, and as the men appeared from the arch. They are men she was familiar with from her youth, having grown up to know them all her life, and seeing them often in the castle as they met often with her father. “...We have word off the rebellion you speak of majesty.” Conners said formally, as he bowed, “Per your orders, the Fleet was powering up and being supplied as we speak to crush the rebellion in one massive volley as they gather at the Ragoon Cluster.” “Excellent.” Her father replied greedily, “What about the planets that Click here to read the rest of this story (662 more lines)
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