Space Police: The untold story

[Nick Wolfe]

This is a story about the Space Police that I've been turning over in my ming for a while now. I envisioned it as a lego animation, but I suck at stop motion and i don't have nearly enough lego pieces to make the kind of sets necessary. Enjoy!

Prologue, A history:

On July 27th 2017 The humans of planet Earth deployed a spaceship containing three astronauts to the planet Mars. The Race of humans, previously oblivious to any life outside their own planet, discovered a race of beings living on the planet. Out of fear, the human military attacked without hesitation, killing several hundred martians, and the three astronauts. The martians, a peaceful race, having never encountered any race other than their own, retreated into a deep city built into one of the mountains.

A discussion arose in the united nations, who quickly decided to cease fire on the martians. The american president, Mr. George Bush the third, was stricken of office for an unprovoked strike on a peaceful people. The argument ensued for three weeks, until one Timothy Wilson, President of cambodia provided his view on the alien problem. To quote,

"Despite any pre-conceived hollywood notions of what a race of intelligent aliens would do provided the chance, we have the responsibility to provide them with the benefit of the doubt that they are a peace loving civilization and that we may coexist in peace."

After the wise man's words, the nations launched a second probe to mars carrying only one astronaut, Mr. Harold Watson, the newly appointed, peaceful ambassador to Mars. The ambassador, upon arriving near the martian stronghold, peacefully summoned the martians. The race's token leader came out, unaccompanied. Neither knowing anything, about the other's culture, they began by learning the simplicities of the other's language. after it became evident that there was no immediate danger, more martians began to file from their stronghold. After four or five hours of this, the ambassador was able to communicate with the Martian emperor, and was invited into the city and offered food and water, both of which were abundant on the planet. After a few days of learning about the martian culture, he discovered that, apart from a few, cultural differences, the two races were pretty similar. Both were carbon based life forms and both seemed to have the same bodily systems and, by theory, could live on each other's planets.

After a full week living with the martians, Watson returned to earth in his probe and reported his findings.

"These are a peaceful people, they have never heard of the concept of war or greed They welcomed me graciously, even though our ships destroyed their land. We can live peacefully in tandem if we were to try."

Three weeks later, Watson led another ship back to Mars, with twelve human scientists and culturists, who learned the ways of the martians and were welcomed into their society. This same pattern continued, each time leaving two or three humans on Mars, eventually resulting in the combining of the two factions.

Some people, however, held tight to their hollywood beliefs. The leader of the Martinist clan was the Pope Martin III, Wo described the martian civilization as the "Spawn of Satin" and that anyone who would associate with the "monsters" would be sent to the darkest circle of hell. When the first martians arrived on earth, an assassination was attempted on the four on the vessel, President Wilson, Ambassador Watson, and the two martian leaders, Kzzzak, and Hrant. Although the police arrived in time to tackle the three Martinists, the single shot fired hit it's target, Ambassador Watson square in the forehead, killing him on contact.

The two assassins were imprisoned, but poisoned themselves in jail, before they could be questioned.

The pope Martin III died on September 13th, 2027, fighting Human/alien living to his last breath.

After the death of the Pope and the election of Pope Salazar, who endorsed the martians fully.

When the two civilizations finally came together, humans spreading to Mars and martians coming to earth, in 2030, technology advancement rose tenfold. Medicines were suddenly constantly effective and most modern illnesses cured. Pollution levels decreased dramatically as Martian technology was used in the manufacture of vehicles and virtually everything else. Soon, the two combined civilizations sustained advanced space travel, traveling to several more inhabited planets, expanding their joined civilization further still. Despite the addition of several other species of aliens, humans and martians still held the most members, including several half breeds. In the year 2039, a galactic civilization has erupted, dubbed by a slang term and soon accepted by officials as Galaxy City.

Soon after Galaxy City's creation, the Space police were formed. The predominantly human law enforcement faction was criticized for being a supposedly Martinist group, but after the inclusion of three martian cadets, most accusations were dropped. As an extra precaution, a statue of the assassinated Ambassador Watson was erected, he was depicted wearing the uniform of a Space Police officer along with a plaque, proclaiming him as the first Space Police officer.

[Blackicep8ntball]

Wow that story must have taken quite some time to write and type up. Interesting how you threw the politics in there... added an element of realism to it (have to admit I chuckled out loud at the George Bush the III comment ). I wonder, though, how the aliens seem to have the more advanced technology, yet the humans were the first to make contact on Mars? Maybe we had the propulsion tech but they had the medical tech.

[Nick Wolfe]

Wow that story must have taken quite some time to write and type up. Interesting how you threw the politics in there... added an element of realism to it (have to admit I chuckled out loud at the George Bush the III comment ). I wonder, though, how the aliens seem to have the more advanced technology, yet the humans were the first to make contact on Mars? Maybe we had the propulsion tech but they had the medical tech.

Thanks, it actually only took about an hour to type up, but I've been contemplating the concepts for quite some time. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Be sure to tune in to the next chapters.

[XimenaPaulina]

I very much enjoyed reading your story on the history of Space Police. I am impressed with your way of words, you really have a talent in story-telling. Can't wait for your next chapters. (A few lego-based pics depicting some of the scenes would be great, if that's not much to ask for).

[Nick Wolfe]

I very much enjoyed reading your story on the history of Space Police. I am impressed with your way of words, you really have a talent in story-telling. Can't wait for your next chapters. (A few lego-based pics depicting some of the scenes would be great, if that's not much to ask for).

I'd love to do some pics, but expect some of the smaller scale sequences, I just don't have the collection for most of the big things. I also need some martians, the originals, not the mars mission jellies, I have plenty of those, for many scenes.

[XimenaPaulina]

I'd love to do some pics, but expect some of the smaller scale sequences, I just don't have the collection for most of the big things. I also need some martians, the originals, not the mars mission jellies, I have plenty of those, for many scenes.

We understand, a couple of small-scale scene shots would do. It just adds another level of presentation if there are pics and not just the creative words, you know what I mean. Looking forward for your next ones.

[Nick Wolfe]

Chapter 1:

Galaxy City, Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha

Beta Prime

January 2, 2100

10:27 am

Kranxx strode down the streets of north east Beta Prime. The Galaxy City colony on the edge of the Solaris system boomed with activity. Statistically, Beta Prime was the most inhabited colony in the known galaxy, making it a prime target for thievery and crime. But today was Kranxx's day off. No stalking the streets for people to rob. He almost laughed aloud as he thought about his title of "leader" of Black Hole Gang. Not anymore. Damn mafia. He hadn't been his own boss for just over a year now, and it was wearing him thin. The whole point of being the leader of anything is to be able to do what he wanted to when he wanted to. Otherwise he'd just go to work at Small Parts inc. and assemble robots, or worse, get a desk job.

The slaxxian grumbled something under his breath and stopped. He was in the center of the industrialized city. Buildings towered around him, ads for M Cola and Butler Bots paved the walls making the city feel like the inside a giant billboard. He shook his head and continued walking down the street. Recognized by most people as the infamous biker gang leader, most people on the street strayed away from him, and the ones who didn't soon hat their pockets picked. Just because it's his day off doesn't mean he can't make a space buck, or a hundred. He flipped through one particularly wealthy man's wallet as he leaned against a wall adorned with graffiti reading things like "P-Squiddy rules!" and other nonsensical squiggles.

A siren sounded behind him. Stowing the wallet in his pocket and sliding into an alley. Even if there wasn't a warrant out for his arrest, the police still didn't like him. The police speeder passed. Kranxx slunk out of the alley and started back down the street. He looked around for a place he hadn't been to yet, and hadn't heard of what tends to happen to places he goes to. He found a nice little place tucked into the skyscraper dotted skyline, a little wood paneled shop, only a single story tall, a rarity these days.

As he entered the shop, he was immediately taken aback at the dusty alien technology scattering the walls and shelves. Large black disks with holes in the center, smaller silver discs, somewhat resembling metal doughnuts. He walked up to a polished wooden box with one of the black disks in it, a metal needle touched somewhere in the middle of the disc. Kranxx flipped a switch on the side of the strange box. Sound blasted out of gridded circles next to the now spinning disc. Now the box was yelling at him in time to the sound, something about burned ground. He instinctively threw the lid down and pushed down on it, muffling the sound, but still sending an unsettling beat across the store.

"Found the record player, have ya?" Kranxx spun around to see the root of the dusty voice. An old martian with a walking stick came through the back door, carrying some boxes.

"Uhh," he mumbled, sill holding the lid down, "Sure?"

The old martian laughed and motioned for Kranxx to move. He did so as the old martian lifted the lid of the lid of the screaming box. Kranxx suppressed the urge to spring forward on the box again. He flipped the switch off and took the disk away. "Lets try something a little softer," he said. His voice was sandy, but assuring. He slipped the loud disc into a covering labeled "Kashmir". He picked one of the disks from his box and fitted it into the player. When he flipped the switch this time, a nice melody flowed into his ears. The singer didn't feel as if they were yelling at him any more.

"I've never heard this kind of music before." He picked up the sleeve this disk came from. "Phantom of the Opera?" he asked.

"Yep," the old martian. "Famous play. Here, take it." He motioned toward the phantom music box.

"Alright, how much?" He reached into his pocket for the man's wallet.

"No charge," he started moving behind the desk. "I don't have much use for it now."

"Alright, thanks," Kranxx smirked at his loot. He picked up the box and the black discs with the Phantom mask on it. He waited until the old martian left, then grabbed the loud disc and five others. He headed toward the door, but was held back by a pang of guilt. He grumbled as he brought a wad of space credits from his pocket and tossed them on the desk.

He pulled his keys from his pocket when he left and pressed a button. His Black Hole colored hot rod swooped down from the sky to s stop in front of him. He strapped the box and the discs to the back of his bike and got on. He wondered, as he drove away, what exactly an opera was.

[user]

This could easily be turned into an awesome game in the wargames/mafia games forum! I like the story a lot! I like the fact that the first aliens that lego made where the first to be discovered. But I thought Rigel was the martian ambassador?