FanFiction: Nyroc Brushdale: Jouney to Genesis

[Søren]

Ok, so, this was never the most motivated FanFic. BUT I think it'd be good to have SOMETHING on this forum, so here's what I wrote of Nyroc's story. I'll still write more...eventually.
This is a SciFi fanfic, set with characters from the M.R.S. Genesis RP that was on the old forum. 

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   The warm and awakening sun shone above a large, empty field of wheat. Peaceful, tranquil, everything perfect for a quiet morning. The scene was ripped apart by a small craft speeding through the tall grass. Loud, intense, the pilot struggled to control suddenly the craft. A large badger yanked on the controls, trying to get ahold of the machine.
"KEEP IT STEADY, KEEP IT STEADY!" s?aid a voice through the comms. The pilot didn't respond, but continued to try to control the craft. Suddenly, it bucked and the pilot was thrown against the cockpit glass, falling unconscious. "?COME IN LIEUTENANT! BRUSHDALE, COME IN!!"

   Nyroc Brushdale had grown up a strong willed young badger. One of the heads of his standard classes, he had a bright future. He set up goals while he was young, and did everything to accomplish those goals. One goal was to be accepted into the Mossflower Republic Academy of the Gifted. Only the best and brightest made it into this school, and they had practically their choice of career or assignment.
   
   "Mr. Brushdale, what have you to offer to this academy that the next promising young badger can't offer?" Said Adriana Fog, the head instructor at the Air Fleet Academy. "We only accept the best, and I ask you: Why does that include you?" The question threw Nyroc off. "Well..." He started. The head instructor, a stern looking mouse, stared at him. She was intimidating to say the least, despite her meager size compared to Brushdale. "...I'll be honest, I've worked all my life to be able to have this opportunity. I've worked hard, and long. This has been my goal, and will be my goal. And I'm absolutely determined to get into this academy. My whole life I've dreamt of being somebody great, who can make a difference. I want to be the person who can make a change in the world, and to really change it. I've got the passion. I just need the knowledge." The instructor looked up. "This academy isn't for knowledge. It's not just somewhere you pop into to learn something from time to time. This is a life long commitment. Its not only for you to gain knowledge, but technique. I'm afraid that if you can't realize that, then I can't sponsor your entrance into this academy." "Please ma'am! All I want is the chance to prove myself. Isn't there something I can do?" The mouse looked at him sternly, then faintly softened her face. "There is a contest. In one week. A flying contest, the winner gets a scholarship into this school. But you've only got a week to acquire a ship."

Nyroc rushed home and got to work. Getting a ship would be easy, he thought. He's uncle Kyle had a whole ship yard of those, and he wouldn't mine to spare one. But flying it, now there was the problem. He'd never been into the cockpit of a ship before. He'd never attempted to pilot one. But he'd always played the simulators. It couldn't be too different, could it?

"Look boy, I don't know what you plan for on doing with this craft, but whatever it is, STOP RIGHT NOW!" Nyroc's uncle Kyle looked at him urgently. "You ain't got no business trying to fly this thing. Gonna get yourself killed." "I thank you for the concern Uncle, but I've got to win this contest to get into the Academy. It's my only chance. I've got to try." Uncle Kyle looked at him quietly. Nyroc had climbed into the cockpit of a small shuttle, and settled himself in for a first attempt at flying. "Well," Uncle Kyle said, pointing to the control stick "...if your gonna hold the grip, don't hold it like that. It's not a gun, it's for control. You gotta use it like its part of your hand."

For 5 days, attempt after attempt later, Nyroc had mastered the basics of flying. But he was nowhere near the skill level that his competition would have. He knew there was no chance of him getting into the Academy. But he kept at it, until the day finally arrived.
15 shuttles were lined up, ready to fly. At the end of the line, was a old and damaged shuttle, piloted by none other then Nyroc Brushdale. He sat in the cockpit, getting his gear together. He kept thinking to himself "Why am I even bothering?" and the words that he spoke to that potentially evil mouse at the Academy came back to him: "My whole life I've dreamt of being somebody great, who can make a difference. I want to be the person who can make a change in the world, and to really change it." His thoughts were interrupted by his uncle Kyle. "Look boy,  you've got make sure you stay to the inside, and when you hit a straight stretch, keep into an open line." "Yes sir." "And make sure you don't let go of the control stick. It means your life." "Yes sir."

Nyroc leaned back into his seat, looking at the stands. Academy scouts had just shown up. The pressure that Nyroc thought he could handle, was mounting. The starting sounds began to chirp in each of the contestants ears. ?
"One....Two.....three!"






"UGHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH....." Groaned Nyroc as the small ship flew through the fifth checkpoint. Although it was relatively simple to control, the ship had some serious stability issues, causing severe turbulence. Somehow, Nyroc had managed to slip past the last few contestants, and was stuck in 11th place. There didn't seem much hope for him to make it the to front. The course had a lot of turns, that caused it to barely be able to keep the ship from crashing into the ground.

After a few minutes of tedious turns, toward the end of the race, he was in 3rd place. Barely believing he made it this far, he kept trying to overtake the shuttle in front of him. It was simply too fast to get around.As they neared the finish line, the two shuttles in front of Nyroc surged forward, and he knew he was beat. Finishing 3rd place wouldn't win a scholarship. He'd never make it after failing something of this magnitude.

As the losing shuttles slowed to a stop, and the young squirrel piloting the winning craft raised his trophy high, Nyroc's uncle Kyle was looking at the shuttles. Not in admiration, but rather as a man summing up his target. Kyle had to get those shuttles he sold from somewhere, and he couldn't afford to actually buy one.  But he noticed something that was out of place compared to the same model he stole last Tuesday. There was a small converter box, right near the fuel intake hose. He wedged his fingers into the mechanism and exposed a compact fusion system. He knew those system were illegal, or else he would have fitted Nyroc's shuttle with one.

Kyle approached the judges of the contest with the illegal device in hand. "HEY! This is a fusion system for fuel conversion! It was attached to that squirrels shuttle!" He said as he pointed at the winning craft. After closer examination, the two winners were both cheating, as they were brothers. Now being disqualified, Nyroc had been named the new winner of the contest.


After 4 long years of study, Nyroc Brushdale was proudly among a huge crowd of students who had just left the graduation ceremony. It finally seemed like everything was in place for him. It had been a rough few years, and competition in the school was relentless. But he endured. Though not without sacrifice. To be the best in the Academy, you had to be practically locked into your pad, constantly studying. He didn't have much of a social life. So when a group of his closest "friends" asked him to join them to celebrate, he agreed. He needed to "mingle" with other people, or so he was told by his instructors.

The group walked into a crowded room. This was supposed to be one of the Academy's "student hangouts". There was loud music that Nyroc recognized from his roommate's music catalog. Tons of student were piling in, moving to the music apparently and squishing around him. While trying to find a place of refuge among the happy students, he was able to slip into a corner, away from the crowd. He took several deep breaths. "Remember, socialize. Be brave, and say hello. Or dance. Anything."  He stood up straight, confidence restored, took a step forward, and promptly ducked out through the nearest exit. He couldn't take that kind of pressure.

"Why can't I handle it?" He asked the apparently homeless hedgehog on the curb. "I mean, I'm good with studying and can work under pressure. But I just can't talk to ... people." He sighed, looking to the hedgehog, (Sir. Stumps he called himself), for advice. Stumps squinted at him, and abruptly asked, "Am I getting paid for this?" "No" replied Nyroc. Stumps simply stood up, grabbed his bag, nodded to Brushdale and walked away. Nyroc watched, not completely surprised. He felt like he didn't have anyone to talk too. He stood, and quietly walked down the lonely street.

   "I've got to be the worst engineer ever, Harry!" A young badger girl sat on a stool in a downtown cafe. It was late, and she had one too many dracktaginos. She stared down into her cup of black, milky thick liquid. The otter bar tender/barista, Harry, shook his head at her. "Just because the Orbital Defense Division didn't accept you onto that station doesn't mean you aren't a good engineer." he said, trying to cheer her up. The girl was a regular at this time of night, and was especially down tonight. He took the cup from her hands. "You won't be able to sleep tonight if you keep downing these things." She glared at him kiddingly. "I'm not paying for that!" she said.

   Nyroc was tired, aimlessly walking through the streets. He was exhausted. And hungry. He saw to "Open" sign of a cafe on the corner. "Maybe I can get something to eat." he thought. He walked in, observing the scene. A otter was washing some dishes, and another badger sat at the bar, with 5 empty cups in front of her. Nyroc walked up. He took one look at the girl and could tell she was very beautiful. Just...not fully there at the moment. She seemed to be half dozing, half talking to herself. "Is she ok?" he asked Harry. "Yeah, she's fine. Dracktaginos have a tinge of synthol in them, put her out like a light. She's a regular." Harry looked at Nyroc. "Never seen you before, what will you have?" Brushdale glanced at the sleeping girl again, and said "What ever she's having."

   That night, he laid awake, staring at his dorm room ceiling. That girl, he didn't even know her name, fascinated him. Nyroc never knew many other badgers, besides his parents and his weird uncle Kyle. He never seemed to see any while at school. Especially no one like her. He was thankful to have the room for one more night, because the nights ahead for him would be busy and draining. Moving into a new place, finding out he's not the only badger to live in the city, was all a lot to take in.

   3 months later, Nyroc Brushdale sat in his messy living room. Well, it wasn't his messy living room exclusively. His new roommate's had contributed to the disaster. He started tidying, gathering pizza boxes and coffee cups from the strangest of places. "Slobs" he thought to himself. Just then, the two young cadets themselves came in. Forlow Stumblestick, a grey squirrel with terrible balance, was the first to enter. He was tall and lanky for a squirrel, which contributed to his clumsiness. Cisco Whitefur, a small snow colored mouse, was the second. Cisco was skilled with working with computer systems. While a hard worker, he was extremely immature from Nyroc's viewpoint. In fact, both of them were rather silly, especially together. But there was something about them that endeared him to them. Possibly just because they liked him, for reason still beyond his understanding.

[Skyblade]

I shall read and reply when I am less swamped with work!

[Delthion]

I read it and liked it, quite a bit!

[Søren]

Thanks you two!

[Skyblade]

I sure am glad I read this Don't belittle your writing skill so much. I honestly think you're pretty good.

I like the plot, and I can relate to the main character! Especially this part:

My whole life I've dreamt of being somebody great, who can make a difference. I want to be the person who can make a change in the world, and to really change it. I've got the passion. I just need the knowledge.

Make sure to give him some flaws so he's not a Gary-stu. However, weaknesses are something you can reveal in time.

I like how the race played out, with Nyroc getting the scholarship because the people ahead of him cheated. I found it a bit unrealistic that someone who trained for one week even got third place, though. Maybe you can explain more in the story how that happened

And some parts made me laugh! I know the hedgehog was being mean in this part, but it was still really funny!

He sighed, looking to the hedgehog, (Sir. Stumps he called himself), for advice. Stumps squinted at him, and abruptly asked, "Am I getting paid for this?" "No" replied Nyroc. Stumps simply stood up, grabbed his bag, nodded to Brushdale and walked away.

Oh, and this

A young badger girl sat on a stool in a downtown cafe. It was late, and she had one too many dracktaginos.

[Captain Tammo]

Fun story! I always think of the Pod Racing scene from Star Wars Episode I whenever I read the racing part. I hope you've got more of that fast-paced action in store for us down the road!