posted 11-07-2001 08:00 AM              

:History of Arkanis - Razor

The Arkanith are not Members of the Liberation Army and not servants of the Imperial Federation. Every ship which from both sides, which has dared to fly in the Arkanith space was destroyed and from the pilots has no one heard again… This all has changed at this timepoint…

23. 01. 2074, 18 years ago, on the Planet Arkanis...

The sun rises and the weather of the green sky was wonderful, but many had died this day and only a few refugees had survived. An once so glorious and powerful race will be wiped out because they had make the mistake to underestimate the younger races…

Xaren looked on a holo-screen and shacked his head in disbelieve, an only 50 years young Arkanith runs in the room… “Father, the other caste- leaders has it confirmed… the Plutarkians has destroyed one of our ships and come closer to Arkanis, they say that the Plutarkians arrive in one hour. They wish that you come to the Capitalship.” Says he nervous.
“I go, Jormungand, take the egg and go with your mother to the Starport. I’m not sure but maybe you and your mother have to leave the planet…”

A few minutes later, Xaren materialised in a large dark room, glowing eyes in different colours says him that he wasn’t alone. A bright white light at the ceiling(which was 15m above him) goes on. Several Arkanith in different clothes and skin- colour stood there and looked at him. One of them steps forward, he had a grey coat/robe with a shoulder-wide collar, with several red and blue symbols on it. The yellow symbol which he wears on his light- grey head says Xaren that this is the leader of the caste of Power. “Xaren, leader of the caste of the Defence, we called you, because you have to hear some facts which are not in the report which you have received.” Said the Arkanith
Another Arkanith, which looked like the other, steps forward. Different was the coat and the symbols which he wears. The coat/robe was white and all symbols on it was purple, he has white glowing eyes and a black symbol on his tan head, the hair-like stings behind his head goes to the ground.
“One hour ago, one of our Vessels at the border to our space, has scanned several ships which comes closer, after they have passed the border, our pilot has turned off the cloaking-device and has tried to transport the passengers but he has failed, so he activate the weapons to destroy the ships which he has identify as Plutarkian Warships. Exactly it was 75 ships. Well with our weapons and shields, our advanced ships and technologies, which are hundred-thousand years more advanced as the Plutarkian ships, no problem for one ship. But the Plutarkians has developed a new kind of shields and weapons. Only specialised to harm our ships. The Weapons has no affect on other ships which hasn’t our technology, their shield are no match for other weapons, but our Pulspower- Neutraliser makes no damage. We don’t know how they have developed it, but our scientists says that with their tools and methods it will take years of studying our technologies to construct weapon and shields like this. This are the facts what our scientists have give us in the last ten minutes, now to the real bad news… The ‘Pureforms’ had left the Planet, we all know what that means… and one of our shuttles has started without our permission, we have scanned it… a black Psi-Orb was aboard.” Says the 499 years old Arkanith with the white glowing eyes, his name is Vorn, leader of the caste of the Light.
“Dark-Priests? Do you believe that they have helped the Plutarkians?” Asked Xaren.
“The caste of the Darkness know the old Legends like as we and live after our laws. I don’t think they had, but we all know that the Dark-Priests are lured from dark thoughts and evil forces like Fire the Moths. I think that some of them offer the Plutarkians that they want to serve them. A catastrophe if they serve them, weaker Races like the Mice, the Humans or others has no chance against them. We have started many ships to evacuate the planet… but it seems that 80% of our People will die.” Said Vorn.
Trell, leader of the caste of the Knowledge, speaks now: “We should surrender…”
Xaren can’t believe what he has heard: “Surrender? No way! If they get our technology…”
“They must have already our technology, how can they beat our ships if they have not?” asked Trell.
“Someone or Something helps surely them, if they had our technology, had they attack with it, and not with specialised weapons and shields.” Replies Vorn.
“The caste of the Justice and the caste of the War ask now the caste of the Defence… should we stay, or should we go with the others?” Ask a darkbrown Arkanith in a black uniform.
“We stay… we stay and hold up the resistance so long the last of us falls in Battle… In this time can the others go.” Answered Xaren.
“I don’t understand who helps the Plutarkians to destroy us. Could it be that a Saiyan helps them?” asked Trell.
“I don’t think so, so far we know think the Saiyan that we are a race which only wants to be isolated, if they know that the most of us can be a significant threat for them had some of them attacked us directly. To help the Plutarkians? I think that even a Saiyan has his pride. No, I think that something real evil has his claws in this plan, but I had no Idea what or who.” Answered Vorn.
“Okay, enough of this, we should prepare ourselves for the battle. The castes of the Priests should choose who of them goes and who stay here to fight. We, the castes of the Warriors start now to make a strategy. The caste of the Workers should now Organise the evacuation. I see that all castes has the same thought now, so let’s start…” said Xaren.
“No, not all castes has the same meaning like you Xaren… One caste of the Priests wasn’t here as you all has decided the fate of our people, the caste of the Darkness wasn’t here…” With these words appears an Arkanith with the same coat/robe like Vorns and the leader of the caste of Power, but it was a black one, and also black was his skin and exoskeleton. Red glowing eyes and a red symbol on the head said Vorn who has interrupted the meeting.
“HOW CAN YOU DARE IT TO APPEAR HERE, VILE CREATURE?!” Screamed Vorn in his rage.
“Shut up, fool! You all has forbidden my caste and our doctrines, but now has the leader of our caste decided that it is time to take our place here in this hall. And here I am, Dheghor, leader of the caste of the Darkness.”
The leader of the caste of the Power, his name is Trem, speaks now to Dheghor: “Very well, how long has the path of darkness changed his direction into ours?”
“Since we know that the Plutarkians come to complete the Prophecy, we also surprised that it would be the Plutarkians, but now it doesn’t matter. I’m here to be a part of the great fall of Arkanith, but we, we will survive and teach the Plutarkians how they have to rule the Galaxy.” Replies Dheghor.
“You haven’t learn from the past, did you want to make the same mistake like the Ancient?” Ask Trem.
“No, because we want to brake the seal in the Library-Moon. Than, we know all what we want to know. Our scouts will find the Moon, we also know that it isn’t one of the Moons of Felis, did you really believe that we hasn’t noticed this bluff?.” Answers Dheghor.
“You are crazy, you will be the doom of us all…” Said Vorn, first time after his outbreak.
Dheghor answers flatly: “You may think so, but we feel that all so comes… and you can do nothing…”

One hour later, has the Plutarkian fleet surrounded the planet Arkanis. Every ship of the Arkanith which has started to fire with weaker weapons to harm the Plutarkian ships was destroyed immediately. One whole day has the Plutarkians bombard the planet, than they have send down their Invasionstroops, the few Arkanith which has survived on the Planet has killed many of them, but at last was it a Victory for the Imperial Federation.
Xaren, Dheghor and the other caste-leaders are now dead, the Capitalship explodes under the Plutarkian laserfire.

A soldier of the Plutarkians have found a egg with a metal-plate on it in a destroyed house near the Starport. In a situation like this one, the soldiers has the order to bring kids and eggs to a prisonership.
This one flies to the Planet GianorIII, a miningplanet of the Plutarkians. But the egg was the only prisoner which the Plutarkians have found on Arkanis. On the 25. 01. 2074, two days after the invasion, a new Arkanith was hatched in the Plutarkian Deathcamp 4519 on GianorIII.
One year, the Plutarkians had sealed the baby in a cell and have feed it with a robotic- device.
After this year the Plutarkians discovered that the intelligence of the Arkanith is grown. They teach him a language of the Humans, English, because it was a easy language and in a way they must say him what he has to do. They hadn’t gave him a name, they had called him just ‘Slave’.
Now the Arkanith was ready to do his work, they let him be with the other Prisoners. Mice, Humans and many other species, but no other one was an Arkanith. The Prisoners work hard in the mines and if someone don’t make what was ordered, had the Plutarkians killed him. No one takes care about the young and helpless Arkanith, but this changes in a night, several months after his integration.
A soft and beautiful voice of a woman speaks to the child: “Hello… wake up… son of Arkanis…”
“What?… Who are you?… Where are you? I can’t see you…” Answers the Arkanith.
And just like from nothing, a woman appears… a humanoid form, but it wasn’t a Human… her skin gleams blue, but not bright. He cant see the whole face but he sees that her Eyes glowing green and slowly she comes to the Arkanith.
In his fear the Arkanith hold all his claws up.
“Don’t be scared… your claws are so sharp like a razor… a good name for you, what you mean?” said the mysterious female.
“I… I don’t know…” Said the child.
“I think it’s the perfect name for you. Razor I’m here because you need my help… You are a son of Arkanis, an Arkanith. An ancient race which has paid a high price for their principles. Every Arkanith has coded in his genes powers and knowledge which is wide beyond your Imagination. I’m here to teach you to speak and to read the Arkanith language.” Said the woman softly.
“Who are you?” asked Razor
“My name is Valeria, your race call my species ‘the Pureforms’. We like the Arkanith and all other good beings. I help you because than you have a chance to be a key-person in the whole Cosmic-order. Now you maybe didn’t understand what I mean, but you will. You will survive this camp and will be a part of a far greater power. My species has the limited ability to see in the future, but I can’t tell you everything. There are laws that forbids me to tell your far future and the future is in a continually movement and maybe you die in the far future. Every Birthday, if you are alone in the night, I visit you. For now I have to go, but I’ll activate some of the information which are coded in your genes. Next year I come and we can start. Please hide the plate which was on your egg at your birth. We need it…” Then was the mysterious Valeria disappeared.
Many years have passed and in everyone Valeria appeared and teaches Razor things that he must know in his life. She said him, that the plate which was on his egg and what he has hidden like a treasure, is the plate of his family… On it was the name of his Father, his mother and his brother and the heraldic of his family.
At his sixth birthday, Valeria also appeared in the night…
“Razor, you have learned that what you must know and I’m here to tell that great things comes to you. For long time we can’t see us because you aren’t alone in the nights of your next birthdays… don’t do something to prevent this… it is better so, but I promise that you will see me again so long you survive… Now I must go… And don’t be afraid of the future, you will see the great things…” And Valeria disappears for years out of Razors life…
“Wait!!! Please don’t go…I have so many questions…”
Alone in the Iron-cell of the Camp, Razor hears something… screams, screams of Plutarkians…and in distance some explosions… Something comes that even the Plutarkians are afraid of it.
Razor goes in the corner of his cell and lies fearful there…
For Razor it seems like Hours has passed but in truth was it minutes…
The explosions and the screams comes closer… Then… a loud shot of a laserblaster and the lock of the door of his cell was molten and a large Person stand in front of Razor…

Nordic Glow can’t see good in the dark cell but in the light of the fire from the corridor he sees that in the corner next to him lies something at his feet. It trembles and looked like a child… Nordic Glow activates a flashlight and sees a four armed creature, with short stings in the neck behind his large head.
The small boy(Nordic Glow surely doesn’t know if it was a boy or a girl) opens his eyes and sees a large, grey, Martian mouse with white eyebrows and blue eyes, in brown pants and a green shirt, all looks like a uniform.
“Great god,… what has this dammed fishes done here? Hey, can you understand me? We are here to get your tail out of here! Come, I bring you to a shuttle.” Said Nordic Glow
Razor stands up… never had a mouse so friendly spoken to him, the other Prisoners had always punched him if he was in their way and gives him not very nice names… the worst name for him was Bug or Cockroach…
Razor gives the large mouse his right lower arm with his five fingered hand. The two go fast out of the camp… Razor looks always to the large grey mouse… behind him lies the camp now under fire and explosions, several Plutarkian shuttles which starts, explode under the fire of the lasercanons of the other mouse-soldiers.
Razor and the mouse stand now in front of a large shuttle… a symbol was on the door… A yellow circle with strange black symbols on it. The door opens and Razor and the mouse goes in… Black and grey metal-walls and a red light at the ceiling of the 2,5 meters high room, at the walls are 14 seats, in 13 of them was a mouse… four of them prisoners from the camp, the others had the same uniform like the grey one. A tan female mouse stand up and goes to the two newcomers…
“Glow! Here are you… what in hell… what is this?” said she and looks to Razor.
“This thing-… this child was in one of the cells, we can bring it to Mars too.” Answered the Grey mouse.
“Have you lost your mind? Who in hell know what it is? Maybe a experiment of the Plutarkians.”
Razor glares to the female mouse and hold his focus on her eyes.
“If you're trying to stare me down, it won't work, I-…”
“Jade? What’s wrong with you? I don’t even know you so? It is a child… calm down, we bring him to the Xenobiological- Institute on Mars… they surely can say us if this child can be dangerous for us.” Said the grey mouse quick.
He placed Razor at the empty seat and stand in front of a window. With a loud hum, the shuttle starts… and set course for a red planet that surrounds a young yellow star… Sol… Homesystem of the Humans and the Martian Mice… in 90% in control of the Plutarkians. Mars, a bit smaller than Earth and hasn’t so many lifeforms on it, Homeworld of the Martian Mice and a keyworld in whole Cosmic-order… that was it what Valeria has said about this planet last year… under his dirty clothes has Razor hidden the metal-plate… one of his greatest treasures… The Hyperspacejump was easy and a few hours later, was the red planet in sight-range.
Razor stands up and goes to the grey mouse which stands in front of a window… Gently he hold his hand on Razors head…
The Shuttle lands in crater of a Vulcan, the entrance to a Bunker-network of the Mice. The Vulcan was still active and the entrance is in the wall of the crater, but the Mice control the magma-output and should a Plutarkian ship tries to land, breaks the Vulcan out. A large and thick steel-gate opens and the shuttle land in the Hangar.
All steps out of the shuttle…
Nordic Glow, Razor and Jade goes to a transporterroom.
“To the Xenobiological-institute please.” Said Nordic Glow to the operator.
Seconds later they appear in a corridor, in front of a door. Jade opens the door and the three goes in. A bright room, with a few seats and another door in the front.
“Wait here, we have to go, but a Scientist will come and takes care of you. Adios.”
Said Nordic Glow at last. Than goes he and Jade back.
A white mouse in a white coat and red eyes comes now.
“Hello there, I’m doctor Gradius. I want to ask you some things…”

Scientific Report of Subject 00981- Nickname: Razor 27. 01. 2080
By Dr. Gradius, Martian institute of Xenobiology

Physical Data:
Species: Arkanith, six years old
Height: 3 feet
Weight: 46 kilograms
Gender: Male

Historical Data:
Most of this data are gained from the Liberation Army which have hacked in the Datamodule from the Plutarkian Deathcamp 4519 on Gianor 3. The subject “Razor” has laid in an egg , on 25. 01. 2074 hatched. The Plutarkians have captured the egg at their attack on the Planet Arkanis at the 23. 01. 2074.
For the protocol: Arkanis isn’t a member of the Liberation Army and not a member of the Imperial Federation. Every ship in the past, which has tried to fly in the Arkanith-space was destroyed. Isolated from the rest of the galaxy, was it easy for the Plutarkians to place their ships around the Arkanith-space and to attack quick

At the attack on Gianor 3, the Liberation Army has rescued all prisoners and brought them to Mars, most of the prisoners are Mice and Humans. Razor was the only known Arkanith in the Camp.

Before Razor can live here in the local Orphanage, I must, in order of the Liberation Army, get be sure that Razor can live among us. Razor is very quiet but co-operative. Our tests had something very strange things discovered. The DNA-scan shows us a huge amount of genetically information. The Neural-scan show that the Brain has an other building-plan as Mice or Humans. Especially the cerebral-cortex has a strange signature. Wounds heal quickly and the exoskeleton is hard enough to withstand a knife.

02. 02. 2080. A very interesting story… two of my assistants has spoken together telepathically and in the next moment they can’t. It seems that Razor has disrupted their communication. The Neural- scan shows that I was right. Some nodes in the cerebral-cortex send out a wave of disrupting signals, a negative form of mental energy. I have called our strongest Telepath in the Base for a test.

03. 02. 2080. Incredible! Razor was able to block the Telepath out. He wasn’t able to read his thoughts. The nodes in the cerebral-cortex has a similar signature like the telepathic nodes of a Cat, but he self can’t read thoughts. We examined the DNA-scan completely. Some parts looks synthetic. Gene-manipulation! But not from the Plutarkians, they use retro-viruses for their transformations or Meta- Meiosis.
Razor has no retro-viruses in his metabolism and no mutated cells. It looks more that the Arkanith have found another way for genetically manipulation. There is one more thing… the whole DNA code has two different parts of two different species. Something like this is impossible! It’s like you take a Bird and a fish with some reptile-genes… but in Razor are two completely unknown genotypes.
I suggest that Razor lives here on Mars, it is foolish to send him away and maybe in the arms of our enemies. The local Orphanage looks like a perfect place. With the right education, I think that Razor can be a productive and valuable member of our society.

04. 02. 2080. Perfect! Razor has agreed to live with us and our laws. He has also agreed that one time in the year he comes to me for a check-up.

The years of living in the Orphanage and in the underground Network of the Mice, has his own advantages and disadvantages. One of the advantages was that many traders and pilots had come to this Base. With 14 has Razor started to work in a Bar near the Main-Hangar and listens with high interest to the stories and the rumours of the pilots and soldiers. Sometimes have one of them a Rumour about the Arkanith. It seems that a lot of them travels among the Stars from planet to planet, to find a new home. A real surprise for Razor was that many of them say that they had seen an Arkanith, but their description of them has not much to do with Razor. Razor had with help of his Metal-plate found some Artefacts from Arkanis at a trader. The same symbols like on his plate. The trader has said that the Plutarkians sell this stuff. Razor has with the money what he has earned, bought the whole stuff of the Arkanith: A long black robe with a wide collar, which was made by a light, but hard material, the robe was made by a kind of silk. A small stone-cube with white crystals which change their colour if he touches them and at last a book. The most pages in the book was destroyed but every day he tries to translate the complete pages in English. From this book has he description for what the stone-cube was… the crystals receives telepathic waves, so Razor use it, to test if someone of the more advanced Psi-User among the mice, scans him. There was more but the next pages are completely destroyed.
The Disadvantages of this life was for example the isolation. Razor has only three friends and only two of them are in his age. Lifelight, the daughter of Dr. Gradius and Omicron, another Orphan. The third, is in his view, the Soldier which has rescued him, but he hasn’t seen him again since they have left him in the Institute. Many times has he tried to get the name of him, without success. Dr. Gradius self is a good acquaintance, but not a real friend. He hasn’t done something that hurts Razor, but Razor knows that Gradius in real only want him in his lab.
Another Disadvantage was that not all know Razor and his demoniac appearance has also does it difficult for him to made a contact. The other orphans fear him and some hate him.
Many times they had tricked him out and had made terrible jokes with him. All this has made him to a quiet, strong and mistrusting young man.

06. 10. 2091

The vidcom in Razors room goes on and the face of a white furred mouse with purple eyes looks to Razor.
“Razor!” said she.
“Lifelight! How are you… you look so… is something wrong?” asked Razor.
“My Dad is… in the hospital… he dies…” Said she in a sad tone.
“No… … …”
“It is so… please come.” With this, the vidcom turns off.

In the hospital.
“awhh… Razor… fine that you have come… I want that you that I have something for you… here… take this disc. There are all data what I have collected about you… … I had many… mistakes done with you… I hope you can forgive me… … …” The last words of Dr. Gradius.
“Sleep well daddy… … … Razor, what now?… He was always there for me.” Asked Lifelight.
“Ly… I don’t know… but if you need help… call me.” Answered Razor.
“What will you do now? Will you ever work in this sick Bar?” Asked Lifelight.
“No… I have heard that the Liberation Army build a new Academy on one of the Moons of Felis. They search new fighters… and maybe I can get there new chances… I earned enough money for a travel to Felis but it will take time, the Academy isn’t complete now.” Answered Razor.
“Good luck.”
“Hey, I hope you and Omicron visit me. And who knows… maybe you go also to the Academy. Oh… I hope they take me… Arkanis isn’t an ally of the Liberation Army… I stay this night with you, here, okay?”
In the whole time, in there Lifelight knows Razor, was he very gentle and nice to her. She has seen in him something like a older brother. Razor had all times helped her if she had problems, especially if some male mice can’t hold their fingers there they had to be. Omicron was more Razors than Lifelight’s friend. Omicron was a funny guy with a weird sense for humour, lucky for Lifelight and Razor has he never done one of his bad jokes on them. He was it mostly who brings Razor and Lifelight in trouble. Several times has Razor fought with mice, because he helped his friends and every times has he won, but he has never done a serious damage to his opponents (like to rip off arms or legs, what he could easily). But how he was fighting was brutal and causes fear even to his friends.
Lifelight has lost her father, but she know that her friend Razor takes care of her if she needs him.

A few days before Gradius has died, Razor told him that he maybe wants to go to the Liberation Army, so Gradius has spoken with some contacts and all was cleared… Razor pass off now as a member of the Martian society, so he has the full right to serve the Liberation Army. Four months later, Razor was Accepted and travels to the Academy.

If anyone wants to see the RPG, here is the link for the good characters: http://www.geocities.com/gmlunar
And here for the evil characters: http://www.geocities.com/fedcastle/index.htm

Disclaimer: I don't own the Biker Mice and am making no profit from them. I wrote this for the enjoyment of me and others.
(c) of Razor, the Arkanith; the race Arkanith; Jade and Nordic Glow to me, MG Wolfstone.