The Talon Family The Dead Moon Part 1

Somewhere above the Earth

Time: 1703 PM

 

The biggest downside of being in space was that Michael’s phone did have a signal. He couldn’t text or call his girlfriend, Sesily Inlustris, who he didn’t mind being away from, it just sucked. He couldn’t let her know he arrived at the moon base called Mount Parthenion, named after the mythical land in Greek mythology, safely. She would have to hope and pray they made it to the base alright, staring up at the moon while she did it. If they didn’t either, Michael or Sesily knew she would never find out, the Paladin Division would keep the tragedy a secret.

                He glanced out of the window to the earth below to see it cast in darkness. It was still a sight to hold even if he had seen it several times before. It never got old. It never lost its magic. It was something only the angels could understand its beauty to the fullest. He stared at the world, wishing Sesily was here to see it as well. She wouldn’t be able to believe how awe-inspiring the earth could be from space.

                He smiled, knowing he was the only sixteen-year-old in history who got to see the earth from space, and for the first time in a long, he was thankful for his life. He was over joy; he had powers which made him a part of Paladin and would allow him to go on missions like this one.

                Raphael yawned and pulled back from the window. “I think Ses, will have a good time,” he said to his brother.

                “What do you mean?” Michael asked his older brother. He turned to face him, noticing Gabriel was right about how they shared their father’s nose and how Raphael out of all of them looked like their dad. He was long and thin from the hours of running, but it was also the way their dad’s body was too when their fathers could use his body.

                The accident which gave Michael his super strength while embedding green space rocks into his arms and chest, making his large body builder frame finally be useful. Where Raphael ran Michael lifted weights, but Raphael’s powers weren’t super speed it was an indestructible armor that covered his whole body. The bio-steel came from the space rock shatter all over his flesh. The rocks gave their older sister Gabriel the lovely power to turn herself invisible or anything she touched. She wasn’t a big fan of where the rocks landed in her body. They were mostly in her hands.

                And while they all gain powers which made them great agents of Paladin, who was fighting to keep the world safe, it did not give their father the same luxury. The accident put him into a coma which they were sure he was never going to awake from, but he could put his mind into the robots he built around the mansion and almost any of technology which could be controlled. He could still put his super intellect to work for Paladin, the world, and most of all, his family.

                “Our sisters,” Raphael said talking about Gabriel and Helbis, their adopted sister from Egypt. Who had magical tattoos on her arms and legs, which give her the powers of a cat. They would also allow her to turn into a black cat if she wished, but she rarely did it. She had always had the tattoos, which grew with her, and the powers which were nothing odd to the family.

Should have been the first clue about our lives.

Michael guessed that is why it never freaked any of them out when they woke up with powers. “Are spending the week with Ses, while we do to the Moonman thing.”

                “What? Ah, no,” Michael said. “This can’t be good.”

                “Calm down,” Raphael said, waving for his little brother to stay seated. “They will be nice. They like her. We all like her.”

                “It’s not her I’m worried about,” he said. “It’s me.”

                “Oh yeah, there are a lot of embarrassing stories they have about you,” Raphael said with a giant smile on his face staring at his younger brother. “Yeah, I would be worry too.”

                “Crap, man.” Michael slumped down in his chair, trying to think about what stories his sisters could tell his girlfriend. This would be the first time all three of them had spent some alone time together, and Michael wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was always there or in the area when they were hanging out, this was not going to be good for him. There were endless stories about him doing foolish things, mostly the toaster incident. They going to tell her about the toaster, I know it.

                The door to the cockpit of the advanced spaceship, far more advanced than anyone back on earth knew about, open with Harley Cooper of Gawain’s Marauders stepping out. The new member to the room wore a Combat Suit like they were sporting but was a little different than the Talon’s kids’ armor. She didn’t have most of it on, just the legs and chest, all the while they sat fulling encapsulated their suit, but she made sure to keep the magnetic boots on.

She smiled at both Talon boys. Raphael couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, and Michael couldn’t blame him. She was slim, built like a soldier, but her dark skin made her seem even more exotic. She wasn’t from an exotic place and in fact, was born to Mohawk tribe in the United States. From what the Talons had learned about her was Paladin garb her right after she dropped out of high school. She could magic like few people could in the world and was a nasty fighter. She wore all kinds of unique magical tattoos on her arms, legs, and the boys guessed the rest of her body. They knew from the few missions they had with the Marauders some of those tattoos could hide the Marauders from sight, but for now, they were out in full sight.

                Harley walked to them both reading from a tablet and asked, “You guys alright?”

                “We are fine,” Raphael said.

                “Didn’t know you were here, Harley?” Michael asked wondering how high her Mohawk stood up. She keeps it to the side with the bright blue tips dangling right pass her chin. The blue worked well against her natural jet-black hair.

                She stepped between them and said, “Yeah, I was a last-minute addition to the mission.”

                “I didn’t think you like space?” Raphael asked her.

                “I don’t at all,” she said, sitting down to face them. “So, how have you guys been, and how are your sisters?”

Author's Note

I’ll try to make this short for the both of us, but I feel, I need to add a little context to my stories on here. All the stories I post on this website are what I call “break stories.” They are either stories I go to when I get stuck in long from novel or stories, I write to explore a world. So, what does this mean? It means I enjoy these stories, but I don’t put everything into them. So, why am I posting them? A fair question and the reason I’m posting my stories on this website is to have fun, to show you my growth but most of all to give you a little taste of the worlds I work in. What does this mean for you? It means you can judge the work as you wish and by all means help me with plot, characters, and building the world, but I ask you to ignore grammar problems as best as you can and the style in which these stories are written. My page on here is my sketchbook and you guys get to see all the rough, nasty parts of my writing.