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Chapter 5 of The New Empire
“It’s been seven days since the amazing victory at what is now being named the Battle of Exercitus and more good news is coming for the Falcon Empire. Word of Falcon’s survival during his disappearance has been vague and dispelled by rumors that he may have in fact died.” Rubrum, Orage, Ouragan, Morbus, Andro, Donovan, and Rapere immediately gathered around the television when they heard the name and keenly watched the anchorman. They were all casually dressed in outfits that had two contrasting colors, red and black.
It had been one week since they left the Novem Order temporary base and a number of issues had come up. They all decided to stay in the capital city of the Falcon Empire in order to tackle these political issues individually. Utopia was the name of the city and its planet was named Aurora.
Rubrum and Ouragan had been dealing with concerns from the Falcon Parliament about the F.I.D. while Morbus, Orage, and Andro have been representing the political changes that will happen in the parliament eventually. Donovan had been responding to allegations of the Tueri’s demise and Rapere spent his time attacking his family. He blamed them for childhood abuse and his slight insanity.
Together, they all became the public face of the Falcon Empire outside and inside its borders. Together, they have secured a valuable alliance with the Avalon Republic. Together, the family has convinced the people that going to war with the Novem Order is the only way they could reason with “savages.” Together, they were a well-oiled machine and nothing was capable of breaking it down.
“With Corvus, Tengah, and Cannibal being the only ones reported alive. Now we have confirmation from a top F.I.D. spy that Falcon is indeed alive. A private message sent specifically to the Falcon Family will arrive at their house in seven hours. They may choose to either keep the message private or to share it with the public. Whatever the case is, we will be the first to report it to you. From the F.M.C, thank you for watching.” An animation with the name Falcon Media Company appeared before the channel resumed to a commercial it was playing.
Orage was the first to jump up in excitement while laughing, “Falcon is alive!” She jumped around like a small little child.
Ouragan grabbed her arms and started jumping with her, “I can’t believe it. He is truly alive!”
They all broke off into excited discussion about the news and they all knew that the streets below them were probably filled with people cheering. Everyone was happy that Falcon is coming back. Even Rubrum, a person who has fought with Falcon before, couldn’t help but join in the excited discussion.
The penthouse that was lit up with noise was the Falcon Family’s. The whole apartment was covered in a neutral brown paint with dark blue tile accentuating the color. The television and living area was toward the middle of the penthouse while the kitchen was smack in the middle behind the couch. The kitchen itself was one large, wooden, flowing counter where someone could prepare food while enjoying the view of the city from its third tallest building. The pool was located outside on the patio with infinity glass and the upstairs of the penthouse had rooms, each complete with a bathroom and another living space, a movie theater, and an indoor Jacuzzi.
“I wonder what the message is,” Andro commented and everyone went quiet, “What’s wrong?”
Rubrum, Orage, and Ouragan looked at each other before Ouragan replied for them, “You guys aren’t family. Maybe in the public eye you are but it’s just not the reality. None of you can listen to the message except for us three.”
Donovan and Rapere looked at each other with an expression of betrayal. This side of the family was always open with them when it came to private messages. Something was going to be different about those messages. Even Morbus and Andro could sense it.
They all knew that when the Falcon’s want to keep something hidden, it stays hidden.
Orage stared seriously at all of them before she and Rubrum burst into laughter, “We are only joking! Your faces of disappointment. I could almost feel the anger!”
There was something a little funny about it to the rest of them. So they all started to laugh. Maybe it was Orage’s face and voice of sadness when she said that she could feel their anger. Maybe it was the happiness of Falcon returning. Whatever it was, everyone was hysterical except for Ouragan.
“I am being serious!” He screamed and everyone fell silent.
Orage stood in front of Ouragan, rolled her eyes, and stared, “Why can’t they listen to it?”
“Because they aren’t the Falcon Family. We are the Falcon Family.” Ouragan spoke in a stubborn sternness that his sister has always hated.
Orage replied with a little bit of anger in her tone, “So Donovan and Rapere can listen to it but Morbus and Andro can’t?”
“No, I never approved of Donovan nor Rapere listening to it. I just decided not to say anything.”
Orage and Ouragan both held death stares, “Then why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Because it wasn’t of importance then. Now it is! What if that message is specifically meant for us?” Ouragan started yelling.
“Falcon always knew that Rapere and Donovan would most likely listen to a message if he ever sent one!” Rubrum motioned for Andro, Rapere, and Donovan to leave. He wanted Morbus to stay so that he could take her away from the apartment.
“Oh shut up and stop trying to be all inclusive! You just want your angry-faced, shit-head boyfriend to know everything about our lives!”
Orage’s face twisted with anger, “Lazy-ass, cock-hoarding bitch! You never fucking do a thing in this family! All you do is call whores and fuck them while Rubrum does all the goddamn work!”
Ouragan’s face contorted with anger. He doesn’t care if you insult anything about his appearance or personality. But he worked harder to keep the Falcon Empire together then what Andro, Morbus, Donovan, and Rapere did combined.
“I have done my fair share of the goddamn work! You talk about me fucking when there is a video of you and this Scruffy ass-wad terrorist,” Ouragan pointed at Morbus, “on The Network! You are one to talk about always having sex if you have fucked the same guy more than 267 times!”
Orage slapped her brother and knocked him down to the floor. She punched him in the face till he had two black eyes and she was going to continue before Rubrum pulled her off.
Orage’s voice screeched in anger and she was crying, “Let me at that little bitch!”
“Orage, go calm down and when you come back, you and your brother can talk like adults.” Rubrum ordered.
Ouragan pulled out a pistol in anger, “I am going to fucking kill you.”
He fired it and missed as Rubrum spun around and knocked his arm off target. Rubrum pushed his fingers into Ouragan’s shoulder so that he knelt down in a sort of bowing position. Orage stood there, pale-faced and scared of her brother. For the first time in her life, she was scared of her brother.
And she wasn’t scared because he fired the pistol at her. She was scared because he fired the pistol at Morbus. That terrified her more than anything in the world.
‘He was always open minded. He has screwed around with Orcs before. Does he feel neglected? No, that can’t be right. Something is wrong with his head.’
“Morbus, take Orage somewhere else until I tell you to come back. I’m going to take Ouragan to the Google AI–Enhancement center so they check his neurological implants.” Rubrum ordered while he still had his finger stuck in Ouragan’s shoulder.
Morbus turned his head and motioned Orage toward the elevator, “Come on.”
Orage managed an okay before she walked toward the elevator with Morbus behind her.
Her brother continued to scream, “Scruffy Terrorist. Scruffy Ass-hat. The worst of all is Orage. She’s been converted.”
Orage turned around and regretted seeing her brother’s insane looking eyes. She immediately turned back around and saw the metal surrounding of the elevator disappear into a clear inside view of the Falcon Industries building. The floors were open for anyone in an elevator to look at and there were many shops, stores, and exhibits for people to visit. The Falcon Industries buildings were usually the showcase for many corporations. Even start-ups and small businesses usually had their first store or exhibit opened in one of them.
They reached the ground floor and Morbus and Orage walked together passed a circular desk where the representatives of the building usually worked. In the middle of the circle was a giant art sculpture created out of white marble by the famous artist, Madeline Holder. Orage personally met her at a family vacation.
Morbus stopped Orage before she walked out of the building, “You didn’t say anything about your favorite artist like you usually do.”
Orage snapped out of her thoughts, “Oh she is very pretty and talented. I hope you meet her one day.”
“You said that the first time we walked in here a week ago. You usually tell me a fact about your good friend. What is wrong with you?”
Orage stared into the beautiful eyes of the big, red Orc. She didn’t want to talk about her brother and his insane fits that he sometimes got. Or the insane fits that she sometimes got. It was a side effect of all the stress and problems that you had to deal with when you were a Falcon.
“Just hold my hand when we walk out that door.” Orage ordered and Morbus looked at her with a surprised reaction. The public doesn’t know about their relationship yet.
“But Orage, shouldn’t we wait before we…” He trailed off and just stood up and held her hand, “Let’s just do it.”
They both walked out to a huge crowd of paparazzi. The crowd was barely being held back by all the F.I.D. soldiers assigned to the family’s protection. Eyes focused on Morbus due to his red tank top and contrasting black jeans. Orage was a little more conservative due to the fact that her cleavage wasn’t being shown by the red short-sleeve, black skinny jeans, and luxurious leather coat she wore. They both waved with only their right hand and that’s when people started focusing on the hand-holding.
“How about a kiss!” A photographer got passed a soldier and screamed. Orage motioned the soldier away right before he nearly tackled the photographer.
She turned Morbus toward her and kissed him passionately. The soft feel of Orage’s lips and the softness of Morbus’s lips was enough for both of them to feel a little horny after. They released before kissing again, this time closer and Orage secretly rubbed Morbus’s erection. He nearly moaned in public but he knew Orage would kill him if he did such a thing. This was a secret part of the moment only both of them would know later.
The crowd cheered and the photographer got many pictures in before being escorted back into the crowd by a soldier. Morbus walked around the car and Orage waved one final time before they stepped into their Bentley coupe. Morbus started the car and the crowd cleared away from the street as he took off and turned left down another.
Orage looked at the beautiful skyscrapers that passed by before looking back at Morbus, “How did you enjoy that little rub?”
“Why did you do that back there?” Morbus’s tone expressed concern. Orage never acted wildly in public unless there was a special occasion.
“What they didn’t see it.”
“Orage, you can tell me anything.”
Orage hid her face and blinked the tears away before Morbus put the car in self-drive and looked at her, “My brother has never done anything like that. Even when he has had insanity attacks, he has never actually tried and shoot anyone.”
“The moment he called me Scruffy, I instantly knew it wasn’t him talking. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, it’s not that. What if I have an insanity fit and start talking like he does?” Orage couldn’t hold the tears back, “What if I kill you in the process?”
Orage didn’t like being comforted, so she removed Morbus’s hand that magically started massaging her head while she talked, “I am not weak. I am expressing a concern that I may have for your life.”
Morbus got a little annoyed, “What is it with you and your family not liking when someone is there to coddle them?”
“We are not weaklings! You shouldn’t willingly coddle someone either. Do you know how this society works or have you been stuck too long managing your own!” Orage shot back.
“Why can’t I try and comfort someone?” Morbus’s voice changed from annoyed to curious as he wondered.
Orage looked back out the window, they were passing over a bridge out of the hundreds that went over the huge river, “It all started with augmentations. People’s sympathy for pain and emotion started disappearing. There were few kind, helping people before but slowly they disappeared. Everyone turned cold. Now it is considered weak to be seen helping, receiving help, or being comforted by someone in public. That happens in private but not in a park or walking down the street.”
Morbus was almost saddened by what Orage told him, “But, what if someone seriously needs help? Like, what if they are dying because someone tried to murder them?”
“That’s different. Someone’s life is about to be sacrificed due to someone else. The hate naturally goes to the person who committed the crime because being human dictates that.”
Morbus and Orage stayed silent for a while, “Anyway, where do you want to go for lunch?” Morbus asked.
“Well, I would like to know where we are going.” Orage said.
“We may have to pick it up before we get to where we are going.”
Orage looked at Morbus as he went on tapped away at his phone which was hooked up to the Bentley. He sent a different set of directions to the car and the Bentley jumped across four lanes before turning left. Orage held on to the door and felt a pulse of excitement as the Bentley made the dangerous maneuver.
“I know where we are going now.” Morbus spoke confidently.
…
“Scruffy.”
“Stop saying that word.” Rubrum ordered as he drove.
“Why? Is it bad daddy?”
“Oh my fucking god I hate it when you have an insanity attack.” Rubrum cursed as he aggressively changed lanes and parallel parked by the Google AI building.
He got out and walked around the car before grabbing Ouragan and walking next to him. He held Ouragan by the wrists and went inside the building. Rubrum looked at the lady in the front desk and said, “We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years have we.”
The lady looked up from her integrated tablet, her eyes were a deep blue and her hair was red and short, “Rubrum, is this one acting up again?”
“Unfortunately yes. The scientist said he wouldn’t have this problem again.”
The lady swiped a card with her ID number and a secret door opened in the front desk and she stepped out, “Well, we fired him. He found employment in a factory saying that he preferred it over medical work.”
Rubrum followed her to an elevator and noticed her white blouse with red, skinny dress pants and blue high heels, “Interesting combination.”
She looked back as she stepped into the elevator, “Oh yes. I got the outfit from one of the startups inside the Falcon Industries building. I like their clothing. You should check it out because from my years of being a designer, that startup is seriously going to disrupt trends.”
“Send me the name in a message and I just may take a look.” Rubrum already had an idea of what the company’s name was. The company was the only startup in the entire building to be categorized under Fashion in the Falcon Industries portfolio.
The lady led Rubrum into a room located in the middle of a lab were they seemed to be testing robots and other things. The room was a clear glass so Rubrum could see the scientist before he even got inside. There was a chair in the middle of the room with a cranium-shaped device and a tablet that the scientist was holding.
“Next patient.” The lady said as she opened the door for Rubrum.
“Ouragan Falcon, found his file. Thanks for sending it to me.” The scientist nodded at the lady before she closed the door and left.
“Whatever Google’s new architect is doing I like it a lot.” Rubrum commented as he looked at the lab which looked like something out of the future. The floor was a bright white which made it glow and everything seemed to be clean and never dirty.
“Well, it was because of his invention that we no longer need people cleaning.”
Rubrum was shocked, “The architect is none other than Noah Selis?”
“Met him one day on a retreat the company paid. You worked with him didn’t you, for new standards when it came to building?” The scientist asked as he grabbed Ouragan and placed him in the chair. He placed the cranium-shaped device around his head and Ouragan’s eyes immediately went blank.
“Yeah, one of the standards deals with his invention. It’s what makes every single skyscraper in every Falcon Empire city look absolutely glowing and amazing.” Rubrum replied.
“Now let’s see here,” The man spoke as he tapped away at his tablet, “It looks like the last time he was here the neural augments weren’t properly calibrated to his mind. He has weird patterns from what I can tell which is why he may have these insanity attacks. They are quite a common occurrence.”
“Sometimes progress also brings problems.”
“You are right.” The man continued started typing something and Ouragan woke up from his blank state before his eyes went white again. He then woke up after five minutes and Rubrum asked him a question.
“Can you think clearly now?”
“Yes, I don’t know what happened, Rubrum. I… have to apologize to her.”
Rubrum check his chiming phone and saw that Morbus sent him a text, ‘We are going on a picnic. We will be there as soon as the message arrives.’
“Well, looks like you are going to have to wait.” Rubrum replied.
…
“Your name is Sicarius Tueri. Is that correct?”
Sicarius was pushed by an F.I.D. soldier toward the judge. They were in a Falcon Parliament courthouse in the same city Rubrum and the others were located. The courthouse was extravagant and the rooms for trial were decorated with metal art pieces. The chairs for the jury were also pretty comfortable.
“Yes.”
“Do you need me to read the charges pressed against you?”
“No. I understand what I have done.”
“Do you admit to these charges.”
Sicarius looked at his wife, who was sitting at a table in the middle of the courthouse, “Yes, I admit to treason.”
“You do not want to fight for your freedom?” The judge asked an interesting question, “Create a scandal like a political traitor should.”
“Wherever my wife goes, I go. I know that she will admit to the same charges and be put in prison.”
“Fine. You are sentenced to 500,000 years in prison where you will be punished through forced labor. Next.”
The soldier nudged Sicarius to the left and held a gun to his head. Sicarius walked along a path marked in red to an elevator which will carry him up to the roof of the building. A helicopter awaited him and his wife where they will be transported to a mining colony.
The judge called Lusus Tueri up. She pleaded for Sicarius to go first and the judge allowed it. She did not want him to see what she was about to do next.
“Your name is Lusus Tueri, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to read the charges pressed against you?”
“No, I understand what I have done?”
“Do you admit to these charges?”
“Yes. I admit to treason.”
“Do you not want to fight for your freedom?”
“I would like to speak to Rubrum Falcon before I leave.” Lusus stated and the whole room seemed quieter compared to before. They were all there to see if a fair trial is being made. As soon as Rubrum gets involved, the trial may not be as fair as the law says it to be.
“I will contact him.” The judge spoke before leaving to his left, or Lusus’s right, and entered an elevator which carried him up to the Falcon parliament.
The Falcon Parliament room was vast and huge. The entire building, which was built like a stadium, was about to become bigger as it needed to accommodate 500 more party members. He walked up to Aurum Dator, who sat in the middle of the stadium on what seemed to be a raised metal throne with a table in front, and spoke to him about Lusus’s request.
Aurum Dator, Head of the Falcon Parliament, replied, “I will call him but make sure he doesn’t get involved in the actual trial. Also, I plan on resigning tomorrow.”
The judge stared at him, “What?”
“The honor of being Head of the Falcon Parliament will hopefully belong to you Victor Evans.” Aurum Dator said before removing his phone from his jacket pocket and dialing Rubrum’s number. He was quite stylish with a black Armani suit.
“Hello, Aurum. What do you need?” Rubrum answered while he was driving back to Falcon Industries.
“Lusus is requesting to see you.”
“I will be right there in fifteen minutes.” Rubrum replied before hanging up. He put the car in self-driving mode and slammed his fist into the middle console, breaking the touch screens that were there.
“I can’t suspect that was good.” Ouragan commented.
“No, it isn’t Ouragan. As if we needed to be more involved in Parliament. Lusus is requesting to see me.”
…
“Do not open your eyes yet.” Morbus spoke as he guided Orage through the many trees that were at his planned eating spot.
“I really want to see.”
“Wait,” Morbus turned her toward a beautiful, picturesque view of the ocean which you could see from the mountains, “Now you can look.”
Orage gasped as she witnessed a beautiful sight. She was standing near a cliff’s edge and a downhill slope that led to a beach with people playing. The ocean could be heard as it rumbled peacefully. Her feet were in soft grass so she took of her red high-heels in order to feel it. She fell and started rolling in the grass.
“Come on, get up now. We came here to have lunch.”
Orage looked to her left while still in the grass and saw her favorite food lined up on a black and white picnic blanket. Her potential future partner sat there and motioned for her to roll toward him. Well, he probably wanted her to get up and walk but Orage just rolled in the grass. She landed face up with Morbus looking down on her laughing. He fed her a cherry and she sat up.
“This is absolutely beautiful.” Orage commented as she looked at the ocean.
“Should have come around sunset. I hear it is beautiful on Aurora.”
Orage looked at Morbus as if he was insane, “Of course it is. When we terraformed this place it was mostly because of the sunset.”
“You guys terraformed Aurora?”
“Do you not know basic history? Anyone in the Falcon Empire knows that Utopia and Aurora would have never existed if we hadn’t terraformed it. This place was pure ice at one point.”
Morbus was impressed. Orage talked about terraforming planets as if its such an easy thing and yet the Novem Order is years behind when it came to that technology.
“You know after I came here from the Novem Order and founded the Radical Army, I never really traveled after that. I didn’t study either.”
“Why didn’t you study?”
“At the time, I honestly was angry at the Human High Culture that existed.”
Orage looked curiously, “I didn’t know we had a problem with that in the first place. Then again, we were incredibly focused on producing products as distractions from the horrible Seventh Universal War that we forgot about the people. We invented so much stupid shit you wonder what we were thinking back in those years.”
“Are you kidding me? The biggest thing in Nerva City when I founded it was the Nike Boomsound shoes.”
“Ugh, that was Ouragan’s idea. I don’t know why we put a speaker in the sole of a fucking shoe. Did make for good audio in clubs though and we still produce them and reiterate them. Sales success,” Orage quickly stole a glance at Morbus, who was attentively listening, and felt badly, “I’m sorry. I could go for days and years talking about business and politics.”
“Don’t worry. I can talk about the Novem Order for years. Want lobster?” Morbus offered a giant lobster to Orage. She quickly accepted and started eating it and then she checked her phone.
Orage screamed, “Fuck my Life! We have to go.”
She showed the text from Rubrum to Morbus, “Well, at least we ate one lobster. Let’s take the rest.”
…
Rubrum was already there when Orage and Morbus arrived. He was leaning against his car and Orage, who drove faster than Morbus, almost hit him. She got out in a fit of rage before calming herself when she saw her brother.
“Feeling better, Leech.” Orage spoke with the intention of hurting Ouragan.
“You know I didn’t mean to say Scruffy.”
“I don’t care if you said it. You have to apologize for trying to shoot my boyfriend.” Orage got closer to Ouragan and Morbus was about intervene but Rubrum stopped him.
“I’m sorry about that.”
Orage suddenly hugged her brother, “I’m sorry if you feel neglected by me.”
After a long and relaxing hug, Ouragan and Orage proceeded in front of the group while Morbus and Rubrum were behind them. They walked passed a giant glass fountain and entered the Falcon Parliament building. The entrance to the Falcon Parliament room was also a grand spectacle.
Aurum bumped into Ouragan on purpose, “Seriously?”
Aurum turned around before he exited, “What? The fact that you can’t say sorry for running into me?”
Rubrum entered talking with Morbus and offered his hand, “Hello Aurum.”
Aurum didn’t shake it and immediately noticed Morbus, “Who’s this? Oh right the new Falcon Family member. Look at all of you dressed in red and black as a unit. Scruffy doesn’t look that bad, which is a surprise.”
“Really, do you think a derogatory term is going to work against me? I already hold a higher position of power compared to you sitting on that throne all high and might thinking that you actually make decisions.” Morbus held a straight gaze.
“Oh well, good thing he’s leaving tomorrow. Hope you find a job somewhere that isn’t Falcon Industries. Oh wait,” Rubrum did a fake gasp, “We own every place you can work at.”
“First of all, how did you find out?”
“Judge replacing you contacted me and told me. You tried to surprise the nation, well that’s not happening.”
Aurum Dator suddenly appeared to be bigger as he stepped closer to Rubrum, his piercing purple eyes, brown beard and hair, and menacing look didn’t intimidate Rubrum, “This is exactly what is wrong with the Falcon Family. Getting friends to run the government instead of elected officials. No wonder the Falcon Family is so corrupt.”
“And what’s the alternative? The Tueri’s who tried to use sensationalism in order to get into a position of power they previously held. You off all people know that democracy doesn’t work if people live for an eternity.” Orage shot back.
“What have you done? You are an elected official yourself but all you do is sit on that throne and do nothing. Absolutely nothing. You think that we are corrupt but we were the ones that fucking brought no poverty to the Falcon Empire. We were the ones that brought an 100% success rate in business entrepreneurship. We are the ones who made the military vast and feared.” Ouragan continued adding reason after reason before Rubrum interrupted him.
“What he is saying is that you, Aurum, are in fact a leech in society. When you leave tomorrow, don’t be surprised when there are reports of your corruption in the Falcon Parliament.” Rubrum and the others walked away while Aurum stalked off in a fit of rage.
What the Falcon Family didn’t know is the fact that Aurum recorded the whole conversation.
‘That is going to stir up quite the fucking rumors when I release it on The Network tonight. Right after they reportedly have listened to Falcon’s secret message.’ Aurum thought as he pulled out his phone and hooked the recorder in his jacket pocket up to it.
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