• Entry one of new journy. Renegade Tutang Aviar.
    Space...Space never seemed to amaze me, it's black slow mass passing by me all the time, slow still...boring. I cant even seem to rationalize why it was here...how did space exist...what was it's purpose. I never knew what it was, nor did I care if I did. I already have alought on my hands...blood being one of the many things that stained my hand. Two years I was called a hero, warrior of space. A proud example of human kind every where...but know, know I don't even know why I'm fighting. My name...my name Is Tutang, the silver cross word for avenger. It used to be Talin...and it used to be Tristan. Damn how long has it been since I heard my actual name, and the funny thing it could have been my real name if I hadn't found out the answer...the real answer. Two years ago I used to work for a military organization called Trinity. I owed them my life, so I never questioned them, never! But then I had too, had too wake up and listen to the 'truth'. I was sent after a guy called Justin...another human they picked up from earth. He was my target for two years, leader of a rebel organization called F.I.R.E
    They to me for six years where my enemy...now, now I'm one of them.

    He told me the truth, he had a chance to kill me, and instead he sparred me, for what I do not know. But he woke me up, now...now I don't know who to be leave. So know I'm a new man. Gained a few muscles and cut my hair down to a Mohawk, heck even gained a few tattoos. I tattooed my right eye to look like a claw mark ran down my face. This is so no body knows who I am. This is Tutang. Logging out.

    A man pulled away from a comm unit that rested against a white marble wall. His right eye was tattooed with a giant claw like scar. His hair is liberty spiked and brown, his eyes match the color of his hair. Straightens out his black leather vest. This man has a silver like shoulder peace that curves perfectly down his right arm. This mans whole entire arm is in cased in a silver like armor. Red rusted material curves up the metal in the shape of a dragon. He has two blue metallic pistols strapped across his chest. Two more pistols are strapped to his legs. On his hips are two metallic hilts. There once elegant designs where now eroded and blacked. This man leans down and checks his black boots. Old red blood stains the soles of his feet as he checks to see if the two blades where still hidden. “check.” The man says in a a quite voice as he stands up and stretches.

    This man looks around once more. The aria he was in mostly resembled a kitchen of sorts. The white marble of the aria looked as if it where recently cleaned. Four diamonds that resembled a paw stood etched in the wall above the sink. The man scowled at this and immediately drew a pistol from his hip and shot the symbols repeatedly. “ I'm coming for you...” the man said holstering his pistols as he walked out of the room. He pulled into an aria that closely resembled a classic airplanes pilot deck...save for it was although larger and dead bodies still sat in there seats. The man grinned and sat at the head of the ship. “full steam Jonson...” the man said grinning. “ I almost forgot...you cant do that. You're dead ha!” The man laughed. Getting up from his seat and pulling a decaying body from his seat. The man put his armored hand on the concel. A blue energy emitted from his armored hand as wires sprouted out from the concel and wrapped themselves around his hand. The man cringed as pain racked his whole entire body but he then smiled and laughed as his eyes turned unnatural blue. “ what are you're orders Tutang Aviar.” a metallic voice said over the ships main concel. This voice was obviously the computer of the ship. “ yeah...set course for Antuga The silver cross world...Make a crash landing for me... one that no one could survive from.” the wires and cables detached themselves from Tutangs arm, returning to the computer. “ sir...casualty's well be heavy and...” Talin pulled out one of his hilts pressing a button on the hilt caused a blue energy to form in front of it, it's blue energy looking like it could cut through anything, and in truth it could, save for another energy sword. Tutang brought the blade down, cutting the concel in half. “ Computer if you disobey a direct order again, that will be you're intelligence interface and you will not be able to talk again...only act.” Tutang yelled at the air. “ now warp to the planet...warp out thirty minuted before contact and then crash...comply!” Talin raised his hand again, the sword gleaming evilly into his eye. “ yes sir...destination locked warping in three two one.” The ship thrusted forward as Tutangs world swirled around him, little silver cross foxes danced around Tutangs for head. Laughing at him and slapping there puts tuanting him. “ I'll kill all of ya...” Tutang said swatting the air above him...the little foxes dodging his throws and continuing to taunt him.

    Tutang turned on his heals and walked down the corridor. The imaginary little creatures following him as he did so. Tutang ran up to a door marked Hanger and pounded his hands on the door. The door with a loud protesting creak slide open,the door letting out a loud rusted screech as it did so.

    The ships in that aria where all beautifully designed. The alien ships colored blue orange and black. They where all so clean, all so beautifully made and crafted. They where also well taken care of. All Trinity A-8's where always cleaned and under maintenance constantly. Then there was the mostly ugly ship in the world. It was black green and rusted. The rust blocked out most of the elegant designs of the ship, and it would take a trained pilot to see that it was the best of it's kind, even in it's current state.

    Tutang smiled at his ship, his babe now called Vulture had saved his life many times over, and he refused to use any new models, any what so ever. No instead he repaired it, and upgraded it now and then, but he never replaced it, and he always held onto the old parts somewhere. Despite Tutangs feelings towards the ship he never repainted it, nor did he ever de-rusted the thing. Tutang said it built Character, but the real reasons where because it scarred everyone to see a ship like his taking out ships so easily, and that amused Tutang.

    Tutang was now a free lancer, a mercenary for hire. Once upon a time he would have despised this type of work, but now. Now he didn't really care, and shore he got free time, and boy did Tutang enjoyed free time...but today was not a day to enjoy. He was payed three million credits from an annonomis user to destroy a section of Den the Silver cross Fox capital on Tantuga. So Tutang hi Jacked a Cargo Freighter. This one had a not so special supply of food to Antuga, and surprisingly there where a tun of guards so it was not easy to kill them, but once the guards where taken care off it was way too easy.
    The three million was a down payment, so Tutang only wounderd what the rest of the payment was...Tutang pounderd this as he entered his ship and prepped it to flight.

    The freighter now warped out of hyperspace the little silver cross Foxes dancing around his head again. “thirty minutes till crash sir...” Tutang smiled as the monitor declared there arrival. “ One more thing computer...run the codes so that the plaint shields drop, and also the codes for the city shields as well...oh one more thing.” Tutang pressed a few keys in his ship and drove out of the hanger. “ Code thirty five...Erase any information regarding Tutang Talin and Tristan, only keep you're orders.” The ship replied with a dead line and Tutang reluctantly closed the channel. Tutang pressed a few buttons cloaking his ship and he watched on his mini TV screen a live report of the crash of a Bearatux ship as to what seemed to be a suicide crashing. Tutang laughed at this. His work was a susses and to top it off the simple and yet funny part of everything Tutang loved to do...he really craved popcorn.









    To be continued.

    He was honored by the many races of the galaxy, a complete example of humans. A proud member of Silver cross Hero's of time. Now is the scourge of the Galaxy, a mercenary for hire. And A rebel of Trinity Station. And yet he is still a hero. He know noes the truth of everything, and he wants Revenge. Once a Human named Talin. Now an infected named Tutang. And only he holds the fate of the Galaxy...will he side with Trinity or will he stay true to himself and annihilate Trinity in an act of twisted revenge. Tutang Avair the last twisted hope of the galaxy.