Star Trek: The Children Of Remus
A new series taking place in the amazing Sojournerverse.
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Episode 1x01: The Face Of The Enemy
Episode 1x02: The Hunt
As night began to set in, the forest took on a different feel. The light filtering through the trees became softer and more muted, casting long shadows across the ground. The colours of the forest changed as well, with the greens and browns of the leaves and branches becoming deeper and more intense. The air grew cooler, and the smell of the forest intensified, with the damp earth, the moss, and the pine. The birds and animals that had been active during the day became quieter, replaced by the nocturnal creatures waking up.
Nerva and Cassia were in the woods, near a small river, stalking a deer. The two were silent as they moved through the trees, their eyes scanning the brush for any sign of their prey. Nerva carried a spear, while Cassia had a bow and arrow at the ready. The sound of the river was a constant background noise as they searched for the deer. They were both experienced hunters and knew how to move through the woods without making a sound. They were focused on their task, and the thrill of the hunt was palpable in the air.
Suddenly, Nerva stopped in his tracks and turned around, signalling Cassia to follow his lead. As they both kneeled down, Nerva pointed at some movement a few meters ahead. Cassia looked in the direction pointed out by Nerva, and saw a glimpse of a deer nibbling on some leaves.
Cassia was focused as she pulled the bowstring back, the muscles in her arm straining with the effort. She took a deep breath, aiming the arrow at the deer up ahead. But before she even had the chance to shoot the arrow, Nerva grabbed her bow, shooting her an angry look instead.
“This is my prey,” he whispered to her.
She rolled her eyes at him. They hadn’t eaten a decent meal in two days. What did it matter who killed their prey? As long as they had something to roast over their campfire, who cared?
From the hard and determined look in his eyes, however, Cassia knew he wouldn’t give up without a fight. And she knew that if they started arguing, they’d most certainly startle the deer or any other prey that might be in the surrounding area. So she lowered her bow and arrow and gave him a brief nod, acknowledging the kill was his. But if he stumbled and missed his target – she swore by the Gods, she’d be roasting him tonight instead.
Nerva held his spear firmly in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft. He was focused and determined, his eyes locked on the deer, blissfully unaware it was enjoying its last meal. He slowly raised the spear above his head, taking aim. His brother Romilius had taught him that the key to throwing a spear was to put all of your body into it. He shifted his weight to his back foot and twisted his torso to generate more power. But just as he was about to launch the spear with all his might, there was a piercing scream that froze him on the spot.
Nerva and Cassia were stunned as they saw a dark figure leap from the tree, landing on the deer with a thud. The figure was wielding a knife and moved with deadly precision, quickly dispatching the deer. Nerva and Cassia looked at each other in disbelief, unsure of what was happening. As the figure stood up, they could see that it was Romilius, looking at them with a smirk as he held up the dead deer.
“Nice try,” he said gleefully, “but it looks like I got this one.”
Nerva and Cassia were shocked, they had been so focused on their hunt that they hadn’t even heard Romilius approach. They looked at each other and then back at Romilius, trying to process what had just happened. Despite being taken aback, Cassia couldn't help but admire Romilius's skills as a hunter.
Nerva, on the other hand, was furious. They had been tracking their prey for hours, and now Romilius robbed him of his chance to prove himself as a hunter? A sudden surge of anger overtook him entirely. His grip on his spear tightened as he stormed towards his brother, determined to claim what was rightfully his.
Cassia immediately followed in pursuit. She knew Nerva was a capable warrior, but he was no match for their older brother Romilius.
As Romilius caught sight of Nerva advancing towards him, a cunning grin spread across his face. He nonchalantly dropped the deer back onto the ground and adopted a defensive stance, planting his left foot back and brandishing his knife in preparation for Nerva's attack.
Nerva let out a battle cry as he held up his spear, intent on plunging it into his brother's chest. However, Romilius was quicker. With a fluid motion, he dodged to the side and caught the shaft of Nerva's spear, deflecting the attack. In a split second, Romilius counterattacked, lunging forward with his knife and plunging it into Nerva's left shoulder as he pivoted.
Nerva let out a cry as he dropped to his knees. Cassia rushed over to him, trying to get a look at the wound, as he was writhing in agony on the ground.
“You could’ve killed him,” she snapped at Romilius.
Romilius kneeled down next to her and inspected the damage he had inflicted upon his brother from up close: “It’s merely a flesh wound.” As he chuckled, he ruffled his brother's hair in a comforting gesture. “What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,” he said in a reassuring tone.
All Nerva could manage in response was a low growl, his face flushing with embarrassment as he averted his gaze, ashamed that he hadn’t been able to even inflict so much as a scratch on Romilius's skin.
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A new series taking place in the amazing Sojournerverse.
To check out the TCOR’s beautiful artwork, check out our page at deviantart.
Episode 1x01: The Face Of The Enemy
Episode 1x02: The Hunt
As night began to set in, the forest took on a different feel. The light filtering through the trees became softer and more muted, casting long shadows across the ground. The colours of the forest changed as well, with the greens and browns of the leaves and branches becoming deeper and more intense. The air grew cooler, and the smell of the forest intensified, with the damp earth, the moss, and the pine. The birds and animals that had been active during the day became quieter, replaced by the nocturnal creatures waking up.
Nerva and Cassia were in the woods, near a small river, stalking a deer. The two were silent as they moved through the trees, their eyes scanning the brush for any sign of their prey. Nerva carried a spear, while Cassia had a bow and arrow at the ready. The sound of the river was a constant background noise as they searched for the deer. They were both experienced hunters and knew how to move through the woods without making a sound. They were focused on their task, and the thrill of the hunt was palpable in the air.
Suddenly, Nerva stopped in his tracks and turned around, signalling Cassia to follow his lead. As they both kneeled down, Nerva pointed at some movement a few meters ahead. Cassia looked in the direction pointed out by Nerva, and saw a glimpse of a deer nibbling on some leaves.
Cassia was focused as she pulled the bowstring back, the muscles in her arm straining with the effort. She took a deep breath, aiming the arrow at the deer up ahead. But before she even had the chance to shoot the arrow, Nerva grabbed her bow, shooting her an angry look instead.
“This is my prey,” he whispered to her.
She rolled her eyes at him. They hadn’t eaten a decent meal in two days. What did it matter who killed their prey? As long as they had something to roast over their campfire, who cared?
From the hard and determined look in his eyes, however, Cassia knew he wouldn’t give up without a fight. And she knew that if they started arguing, they’d most certainly startle the deer or any other prey that might be in the surrounding area. So she lowered her bow and arrow and gave him a brief nod, acknowledging the kill was his. But if he stumbled and missed his target – she swore by the Gods, she’d be roasting him tonight instead.
Nerva held his spear firmly in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft. He was focused and determined, his eyes locked on the deer, blissfully unaware it was enjoying its last meal. He slowly raised the spear above his head, taking aim. His brother Romilius had taught him that the key to throwing a spear was to put all of your body into it. He shifted his weight to his back foot and twisted his torso to generate more power. But just as he was about to launch the spear with all his might, there was a piercing scream that froze him on the spot.
Nerva and Cassia were stunned as they saw a dark figure leap from the tree, landing on the deer with a thud. The figure was wielding a knife and moved with deadly precision, quickly dispatching the deer. Nerva and Cassia looked at each other in disbelief, unsure of what was happening. As the figure stood up, they could see that it was Romilius, looking at them with a smirk as he held up the dead deer.
“Nice try,” he said gleefully, “but it looks like I got this one.”
Nerva and Cassia were shocked, they had been so focused on their hunt that they hadn’t even heard Romilius approach. They looked at each other and then back at Romilius, trying to process what had just happened. Despite being taken aback, Cassia couldn't help but admire Romilius's skills as a hunter.
Nerva, on the other hand, was furious. They had been tracking their prey for hours, and now Romilius robbed him of his chance to prove himself as a hunter? A sudden surge of anger overtook him entirely. His grip on his spear tightened as he stormed towards his brother, determined to claim what was rightfully his.
Cassia immediately followed in pursuit. She knew Nerva was a capable warrior, but he was no match for their older brother Romilius.
As Romilius caught sight of Nerva advancing towards him, a cunning grin spread across his face. He nonchalantly dropped the deer back onto the ground and adopted a defensive stance, planting his left foot back and brandishing his knife in preparation for Nerva's attack.
Nerva let out a battle cry as he held up his spear, intent on plunging it into his brother's chest. However, Romilius was quicker. With a fluid motion, he dodged to the side and caught the shaft of Nerva's spear, deflecting the attack. In a split second, Romilius counterattacked, lunging forward with his knife and plunging it into Nerva's left shoulder as he pivoted.
Nerva let out a cry as he dropped to his knees. Cassia rushed over to him, trying to get a look at the wound, as he was writhing in agony on the ground.
“You could’ve killed him,” she snapped at Romilius.
Romilius kneeled down next to her and inspected the damage he had inflicted upon his brother from up close: “It’s merely a flesh wound.” As he chuckled, he ruffled his brother's hair in a comforting gesture. “What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,” he said in a reassuring tone.
All Nerva could manage in response was a low growl, his face flushing with embarrassment as he averted his gaze, ashamed that he hadn’t been able to even inflict so much as a scratch on Romilius's skin.
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