The Golden Watch

Here is where you can find all of the post I’ve written so far. I’ll keep editing it as the story progresses!

Chapter 1: The Watch https://annasumner.wordpress.com/2017/05/11/the-golden-watch-part-i/

Chapter 2: Several Introductions https://annasumner.wordpress.com/2017/05/23/the-golden-watch-part-2/

Chapter 3: Kazak and the Watch try  to explain https://annasumner.wordpress.com/2017/09/16/golden-watch-part-three/

Chapter 4: Trapped! https://annasumner.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/the-golden-watch-part-four/

Chapter 5: Kazak Arrives: https://annasumner.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/the-golden-watch-part-5/

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The Golden Watch: Part Four

Okay, here is where things really get going…

Chapter 4: Trapped!

I was stretched out on the floor somewhere. Every part of my body felt like it was tingling with energy. I sat up, and looked around me. At first, I had a million questions. I was about to get up when my watch flashed these words, “Do not get up.” I gritted my teeth at it, and stood up. It was the one who had sent me here in the first place.  I looked around. I was in a polished, gleaming, white room. You could see the sky right through the walls. And then the walls changed to opaque. The room smelled fresh and clean. In a glass case, I saw several strange outfits that looked like a light blue and white high-tech version of a swimsuit. Humming platforms zoomed over my head, and lots of exotic materials were on it. Containers of what resembled blue goo lined the shelf of the wall behind me. Yep, whenever the watch sent me, It was defiantly not in the early 21st century. Most likely. I could be on another planet for all I know. I took in all of this with amazement. Then, I spotted a girl, to the far back of the room, with long light blond hair done up in this weird style with a white ribbon. She turned her face closer and I realized it was Pearl! My gasped must have been too loud, however, for I received a shock from my watch, which showed the words, “We’re doomed.” Pearl concentrated on me. She opened her mouth wide, then shut it tight. “Good, Good.” Said the watch. “She is not going to report us to the supervisor, as she probably plans to exterminate us herself.” Pearl pressed a button near her head and smiled at us, a slow, nervous, smile. “I have a bad feeling about this.” I muttered under my breath. The watch replied, “You’d better.” Then, with a humongous lurch from my stomach, I felt myself distending into a large circular tube.

 

 

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed. Immediately I regretted it. If there was anything dangerous here, I had most likely aroused it. The glass doors opened into darkness. I had a sense of foreboding. To my surprise and relief, my watch started glowing. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and suddenly, Pearl jumped out from the shadows. I took a deep breath, and asked, “What are we doing here? What do you want with me?” “You need to leave.” Pearl said bluntly. Then she said, “I’m sorry for being so rude, it’s just that it isn’t safe. To talk. InterTime wants your head.” “Why?” I asked. “Come,” she motioned, and I followed her down a long corridor. She darted into a cubicle and made a hand motion, and the door sealed behind us.

“If this is a trap, I’m going to not tell you anything.” I said, crossing my arms.

“I promise you, this is not a trap. If I wanted to report you to the authorities, I could have done so when you first arrived. It was a miracle that they didn’t spot you in the beginning.” Pearl whispered, her face still full of fear.

“Who?” I asked, although I had a pretty good guess.

“InterTime, of course. You landed straight into their headquarters. Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t do anything!” I denied hotly. “This watch has some sort of tracker system that pulled me here.”

“Tracker system?” She had the same reaction to the two deadly words as Kazak had.

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So, that’s all for now! I am probably going to alternate between my story and other every Saturday. So next Saturday I’ll post something different. And the next one after that I’ll post more story.

Screenshots!

So, I want to show you a few screenshots from the game I’m currently playing, which is Star Wars: The Old Republic. The Togruta in the pictures is my Jedi Consular Teraalin. The planets in the game are really just extremely unique and I have quite a few screenshots. Most of them are from Tython, the home of the Jedi.

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That’s a screenshot of the woods on Tython.

 

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There’s my best screenshot of the mountains. I managed to take away my quick bars for that one.

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Building my first Lightsaber…

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Master Bastila Shan. She was in the the first Knights of the Old Republic game, and she was one of my favorite characters.

 

Well, that’s all for today. I’ll try to post some more story next week! Stay tuned!

Golden Watch: Part Three

Here’s the third installment. Tell me what you think of it!

Chapter 3: Kazak and the Watch try to explain

I made up my mind that whoever’s side he was on and whatever he was doing here didn’t matter. I had to help him. Somehow. I rolled him over. (which was not easy, since parts of him seemed to be made of metal) He was no doubt unconscious. He seemed to be holding his ribs. There was a bright red scorch mark on his chest. It looked really bad, but I wasn’t sure how to help. I got out our paltry first aid kit. It had some burn cream. That should do it. But as I was applying it he woke up and gritted his teeth. He grabbed something out of his pocket.

“Hello?” I asked. No use, he was out. The pouch that he held in his hand said Laser + Scorch mark healing pad.

“Hmm… this looks useful.” I flipped it over.

“How do I use this thing?” I grumbled. “For all I know, Kazak could be nearly dead.”

You asked for instructions for how to use Laser + Scorch mark healing pad? The watch asked. “Yes, that would be great.” I answered.

To begin, press the large red button on the center. Suddenly, a red button appeared. I pressed it.  Place the pad onto the wound sight and wait the prescribed time. “30 minutes” flashed the healing pad.

I spent the next half hour nervously. I added to my notes, “Kazak wounded.” When the healing pad flashed done I examined Kazak. He was still unconscious, but breathing. I tried shaking him. “What?” he said. “Good, you’re alive!” I said, relieved. “Thanks.” He said. “Since you did that, not that I couldn’t have done it myself, I think you deserve some answers.”

Oh yeah, I wanted to say. Instead I asked, “How does my mom know you? Why does she? Why is the watch so important?  I saw your cyborg arm, so that’s true. What can it do? How did you get it? What does the term ‘time flipper’ mean? And a bazillion more questions came pouring out.

“Hold on.” He said. “We may not have much time.”

He sighed and sat at the edge of my bed. “Well, I might as well tell you some of them, before time runs out. “I lost my arm, in a sense, in an accident. A very bad accident involving InterTime. ”

“Huh?” I said.

“Here, the watch will tell you more.”

I am a specially advanced, working time travel device, with many other functions. I was created by your mother. This is before…”

“Ok, that’s enough.” Kazak said. “The point is….”

“Wait a sec. I think there is something wrong with the watch.”

This girl Violet is smarter than I thought. The watch mused. Yes, there is several malfunctions in my core. Starting with my internal time measurement is 0.006 milliseconds off, there is a dent in my lower left  protection case, and the disguises option has corrupted.

“Hmm…the disguises are not working. This is a bad sign.”

Also, that sentient female who had handled me several hours ago installed some sort of tracking device.

I was about to say woah when I caught a glimpse of Kazak’s face, which was a pale white. “Did you just say the word ‘tracking device’? “Yes.” Flashed the watch.

“Discussion over!” yelled Kazak. “How do we disconnect you?” he muttered to the watch.

“What in the world is going on!” I said, confused. Kazak put the watch down and looked at me right in the eyes. “Listen. All you need to know right now is this: We need to destroy your watch as soon as possible. Why? Because there is certain people who are really, really, really want to know where you, me, and the watch is right now. And the combination of the most wanted people in the universe sitting conveniently in one room is like sending a dozen planetary alarms right now.”

He picked up the watch again. He placed it in the middle of my floor. Kazak took off his jacket, exposing his cyborg arm. He pointed at the watch and said, “Begin disintegration mode.” I shouted and grabbed the watch and held it behind my back. “Violet, are you insane? Move!” he screamed. A moment later, there was a giant hole in my wall.  “I know you said you wanted to destroy it, but I couldn’t let you destroy it. My mother said I should trust you, but, why should I? All these preposterous ideas, you’re just making them up. You’re going to have to prove all of this.”

After I had finished my little rant, Kazak groaned and said, “I think your watch should be all the proof you need.” Hmmph… I thought, but said nothing. The watch began to glow red and say Target acquired. “Okay, now I’m nervous.” I said, half wanting for Kazak to try to disintegrate it again. “Don’t touch it! Put it down!” he shrieked. I was about to do just that when the room began to spin. I put my hand forwards, trying to rebel against the pressure that seemed like it wanted to tear me apart. There was a blinding flash of light and a queer smell. Then, there was nothing.

 

Update!

I haven’t been posting for a while, because things have been extremely busy. Just giving you a heads up on what’s going on right now, and what I’ll be doing in the future. I am currently going to a co-op, so that really fills up my schedule. Also I got a job at a horse riding stable, and that is once a week. I am also going to a debate class. So, I’ll try to post at least once every two weeks.

As for my story, I will try to get more if it up next week. If I can’t get any story up, you’ll at least get a picture and discription of the characters.