The Storm Is Coming19:10 Aug 11 2025
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In times of certain era no one can see what is really there in a lustrous city. But one is ready to destroy it all by creating an abomination to the world and society. Something that will cause destruction , chaos, death toll and desolation. This can never be blamed on a tool but the one who created it.
In the year 3045 the world had long changed and became divided in half. Half of it became dystopian and the other half became utopian. Some abandoned islands became a secret base for rebels or refugees who are seeking a new chance of life or a breather to get their bearings and ask for assistance. Others were people who should never have made it alive. They are known as traitors. The capital sin.
Malta was an island rich in history and strong culture. The language was mixed with Siculo-Arabic, Italian, Sicilian dialect and English. Very beautiful and old buildings and more had been added over the decades, centuries even historical places changed too and became more than just entertaining. Forget business , it became a hub for underhanded tactics to avoid taxes, embezzlements and fraud.
The new Maltese government was racist and fascist. It forcefully exiled all foreigners from the island, revoking citizenship even for those who had lived there for decades. The government aimed to keep only Maltese citizens, with Gozitans allowed to stay temporarily for work purposes.
While most Maltese citizens aren't racist, they do harbor some unease. They enjoy making friends and meeting new people, but beneath the surface, they feel a sense of discomfort. As much as they've benefited from the presence of foreigners, they can't shake the feeling that their country has changed beyond recognition. They feel like they're no longer the sole claimants to their homeland, and that outsiders have become an integral part of the landscape. Paradoxically, this makes the locals feel like outsiders in their own country.
After decades of political upheaval, the government's crackdown on dissent led to the removal of foreigners and the elimination of potential rebels who refused to leave. The regime's grip tightened further after a series of terrorist attacks, including the bombing of the Prime Minister's home, which claimed over 15 lives, and another devastating blast at a theatre where the President was attending a concert. The President was paralyzed in the attack and succumbed to his injuries months later. In the aftermath of these events, Malta plunged into martial law.
Chap 1
As time passed, Malta underwent rapid development, with towering skyscrapers replacing the antique buildings that once defined its beauty and culture. The island transformed into a utopia, but the same couldn't be said for Gozo. Gozo suffered greatly due to political greed, with the island becoming desolate and barren. The lush fields and vegetation vanished, leaving behind ruins and dust. Homes and buildings lay in disrepair, and finding basic necessities like food became a challenge. Those who remained lived in makeshift conditions, inhabiting broken cars, buses, and abandoned houses from which the owners had been forcibly evicted. Following the imposition of martial law, the Maltese government became increasingly dictatorial, claiming the land as their own under the guise of 'development.
On the desolate island of Gozo, a young boy took matters into his own hands. Instead of wallowing in despair, he chose to act. Using scraps and salvaged materials – refrigerators, freezers, geysers, car parts, and motorcycle components – he began building something. No one knew what he was creating, and to the public, he was just a carefree teenager, not much of a threat. However, beneath the surface, he possessed a remarkable skill: metallurgy. At just 15 years old, he had honed this craft to an exceptional level, thanks to the guidance of his neighbour, an old metallurgist.
The old man, a Pakistani engineer who had lived in Malta for 30 years, had been forced to start anew after his citizenship was revoked. His life had taken a tragic turn – his wife had left him in disappointment, and he was consumed by sorrow. Seeking revenge, he began creating explosives, including a biochemical bomb, which he sold to a mercenary from Paraguay. But the mercenary betrayed him, killing him after the transaction. The boy witnessed the entire scene from a ruined rooftop and, with great difficulty, buried the old man. Fueled by anger and a sense of injustice, the boy vowed that the world would pay for its wrongdoings...
Rudy didn't speak, his words trapped behind a veil of silence that was a hallmark of his condition. Yet, he grasped everything happening around him with uncanny clarity. His mentor, Amin, had taught him how to use a satellite phone, Morse code, and other essential skills that Amin believed would help the young boy survive. However, Rudy's interests lay elsewhere; metallurgy and engineering weren't for everyone. Those fields required a strong foundation in math, physics, computer science, chemistry, design, and technology. To study metallurgy, focus on chemistry, physics, math, and materials science – but in their makeshift garage, such luxuries were non-existent. No books, no lab, no workshop, no computers or internet. Still, Amin managed to teach Rudy the fundamentals with remarkable ease, thanks to the child's exceptional aptitude and lightning-fast learning abilities.
After Amin's death, Rudy drifted through life on autopilot, except when he was with his teacher. He spent most of his time in the makeshift garage, staring at the empty seat where Amin used to sit. But something shifted inside him, and he decided to take action. Rudy began scavenging through ruined houses and, though it was tough, he searched among the remnants of the dead to gather what he needed. It took him three years, but he finally collected the necessary materials: galvanized steel, barium, obsidian, onyx, cobalt, and titanium. He even broke into an old aeronautics lab to get his hands on a stash of titanium.
Rudy scribbled on a nearby chalkboard: "Amin's Project". He pointed to the empty seat, his eyes lingering on it for a moment before returning to Mikey. Mikey's expression turned curious, and he walked closer to the materials. "What's it going to be, mate?" he asked, running his hand over the titanium sheets.
Rudy tapped out a morse code message on a metal pipe: .. … .-.. .- -. -..
Mikey's eyes lit up as he deciphered the code: "Engine". He whistled softly. "You're building an engine for…what, exactly?"
Rudy picked up the charcoal again and began drawing a rough outline of a engine . Mikey's eyes widened as the sketch took shape. "Blimey, Rudy! You're not thinking small, are you?"
Mikey's gaze lingered on the materials before he turned to leave. "Be careful, Rudy. We don't know what's coming next."
Allowing Mikey to remain unaware of the true nature of Rudy's project while still conveying their relationship and Mikey's concern for Rudy's well-being.
Mikhail, a retired Marine, had traded in the chaos of his former life for a quieter existence in Malta. As a mechanic, he found solace in fixing cars, a hobby he'd enjoyed back in Chicago. Despite his retirement, Mikhail's instincts remained sharp, and he instinctively sprang into action during a terrorism attack, helping those in need and shielding others from harm. His Semper Fi ethos remained unwavering, a testament to the enduring bond he shared with his fellow Marines.
Mikhail's bond with Rudy deepened at Amin's Garage, a makeshift haven where both men had invested their passions. Amin's space for engineering and metallurgy coexisted with Mikhail's own area for tinkering with cars, a reflection of their shared resourcefulness. As Rudy frequently visited, both men grew close to him, but neither realized the psychological toll of trauma on the young man. The line between compassion and darkness can be thin, and for some, unbearable pain can forge a path of destruction.
End of chapter 1
Chapter 2.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
00:40 Aug 13 2025
wow, excellent beginning