Prologue

Everthria, a world of poverty and slavery, controlled by a superior race called the "Nakert" who use Humans as their slaves. Nakertians are part machine, part beast and they operate and control all of Everthria's business. They are incredibly intelligent and can be extremely dangerous because of it.
This world is filled with many small islands, cut off from the mainland but who would go to the mainland for it is a barren wasteland, their No Mans's Land. They only thing that is known at this desert is that it houses a prison in it's center, the Draken Prison. Though it is not guarded for if u leave the prison and try to cross the desert for freedom, you are on a doomed quest.
Many people are born as slaves and die as slaves but people remain happy as they know no other life. They wish not to be out of the only work that they have been provided with, even if they are slaves at least they are protected. they do not know anything about the "slave towns" outsdie their own island.
This way of life has lasted for 4380 years but a change is happening. The Nakert's superiority and, indeed, their own slaves will soon turn against them, once they learn the truth.

On one island, a number of strange goings on have been happening with many people raning out strange creatures that can manipulate their body at will. A young man called Comet, takes up the challenge of investigating these disturbances.

A child of twelve sat on the dock where Comets ship was landing. He seemed to be waiting for him.

He wore a light-blue button up over a black T-shirt that said "Dream Theater" He was wearing black jeans and dark blue TennisShoes. His face was nothing special but he had intense dark-green eyes. His hair was an odd copper-ish color and he had it parted in the middle. He was wearing round dark sun-glasses.

He smirked and said "Welcome."

A stranger cloaked in grey and dark green appeared from the shadows. He produced a knife from his sleeve and threw it into the wall.
The knife was inscribed. It said "Locke".

"Thank you."

Comet was wearing some hi-tech armour, with a sword on his back and guns at his sides.
"thanks for the greeting party, am I right to say that you are all here to assist me? I am Comet, a soldier of the EPF(Everthria Protection Force)."

The kid stood up. "Maybe mister Locke is...but I'm not." he dusted himself off.

"My name's Nicholas, I'm here because I want to be here. I have my own reasons..." he reached out as if to shake Comets hand.

Locke kept to the shadows.

"I'm just passing through, though I would enjoy an adventure. I've been bored lately."

"okay then. we better get started. i have been breifed that most of the attacks have happened towards the north of the island. maybe a good idea to start there."

Nicholas picked up a back-pack and tapped his foot.

"Well?"

"lets go then." so they set off north, heading through a twisted slum area. "this place could do with a make over, that's for sure."

Nicholas made no reply, he just closed his eyes for a moment and continued walking forward.

Locke didn't have any obvious eyes. He was cloaked in darkness and was mostly hidden. He followed.

"Are we going to just stand around talking about the area or are we going to actually do something?" He said with a twitch of annoyance.

"We're going to satand around talking about the area."

(We're missing an RPG leader, so it can't work that well. I could try, but I'd rather do my own RPG.)

(go on then)
the group was suddenly attacked by a bunch of shapeshifters. they looked like blobs that had a vague human form about them. it looked as though they could detach from their main body as well.

Nicholas stood there...any that got close to him seemed to drop dead.

Locke threw knives at the creatures, eventually disappearing into the shadows again.