Post by Butterfly Kisses on Sept 21, 2005 15:57:23 GMT 10
Posted this in a couple of other places but if you want the most recently on artemisfowl.kazorum.com/artemisfowl-about223.html
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you can recognise from the books, which was pretty much everything.
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Prologue
Foaly shut down his computer, getting ready to leave his long time work place for the night. His thoughts were tumbling over everything that had happened since Holly Short, ex-LEP captain and his best friend was captured by Artemis Fowl. Foaly smiled. After the kidnapping, if somebody had told him Artemis would ditch his criminal ways for a straighter, narrower and more legal road, he would have never believed it.
Of course, the name Artemis Fowl still frightened most of the fairy people. There had not been a lot of fact released by the LEP on the Zito Probe, so many believed him to be the same as he had been 3 years ago.
A cold hearted Irish businessman who was eager to exploit the fairy people. But Artemis had changed and for the better. He used his intellect for less selfish achievements,
“Centaur!” screeched an enraged voice, breaking through Foaly’s thoughts.
Foaly sighed. Sool, the new commander, who just seemed to hate his guts, along with hating all his friends as well. In other words, anybody who spoke their mind in front of him.
“Yes, Commander?” Foaly hated having to say that. Commander Julius Root, he was a man worthy of his position. Sool was not even a eighteenth of what Julius was. He was incapable of understanding Recon situations, not even going through them himself and lacked all other qualities required for the job.
“Mr. Foaly, you know perfectly well that you are not to stay past 10pm.” Of course Foaly had known this. Apparently they were security measures, or something equally ridiculous. There were times when Foaly could have stayed in all night, and no one would have cared in the slightest.
“Could I stay a little longer to clean up the Op.’s booth? It’ a troll’s sty.” Foaly knew it wouldn’t work, but he had decided to try anyway. He looked at Sool’s face, it was an obvious no.
Foaly left Police Plaza and walked into the crowded Haven streets. Oh well, he thought to himself, there’s always tomorrow.
Ark Sool looked around the Operation’s Booth. The centaur had a point. The place was a mess.
In the middle of the room, there was a table, scattered with large pieces of butcher’s paper, different colored markings running across the pages. He looked at the top one.
UNATHORISED FOR TESTING was written on the diagram in large red print. It made sense. The centaur came up with dangerous inventions every once in a while that the Council needed to check up on, to make sure their already dwindling population didn’t lose another precious few.
This sheet was labeled “Nervous Cloning”. Sool remembered this one. It’s concept was a ridiculous one and the council had decided to not to try it out on any of their people.
Sool closed his eyes. Thinking at all about the centaur gave him headaches. His mind wandered for a moment. The council didn’t want any of their own to trail the experiment, but they never had said anything about mud men. And one in particular came to mind.
Sool suppressed the manic laughter that wanted to leave his lips and came up with a plan.
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Ok, the prolouge. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you can recognise from the books, which was pretty much everything.
____________________________________________
Prologue
Foaly shut down his computer, getting ready to leave his long time work place for the night. His thoughts were tumbling over everything that had happened since Holly Short, ex-LEP captain and his best friend was captured by Artemis Fowl. Foaly smiled. After the kidnapping, if somebody had told him Artemis would ditch his criminal ways for a straighter, narrower and more legal road, he would have never believed it.
Of course, the name Artemis Fowl still frightened most of the fairy people. There had not been a lot of fact released by the LEP on the Zito Probe, so many believed him to be the same as he had been 3 years ago.
A cold hearted Irish businessman who was eager to exploit the fairy people. But Artemis had changed and for the better. He used his intellect for less selfish achievements,
“Centaur!” screeched an enraged voice, breaking through Foaly’s thoughts.
Foaly sighed. Sool, the new commander, who just seemed to hate his guts, along with hating all his friends as well. In other words, anybody who spoke their mind in front of him.
“Yes, Commander?” Foaly hated having to say that. Commander Julius Root, he was a man worthy of his position. Sool was not even a eighteenth of what Julius was. He was incapable of understanding Recon situations, not even going through them himself and lacked all other qualities required for the job.
“Mr. Foaly, you know perfectly well that you are not to stay past 10pm.” Of course Foaly had known this. Apparently they were security measures, or something equally ridiculous. There were times when Foaly could have stayed in all night, and no one would have cared in the slightest.
“Could I stay a little longer to clean up the Op.’s booth? It’ a troll’s sty.” Foaly knew it wouldn’t work, but he had decided to try anyway. He looked at Sool’s face, it was an obvious no.
Foaly left Police Plaza and walked into the crowded Haven streets. Oh well, he thought to himself, there’s always tomorrow.
Ark Sool looked around the Operation’s Booth. The centaur had a point. The place was a mess.
In the middle of the room, there was a table, scattered with large pieces of butcher’s paper, different colored markings running across the pages. He looked at the top one.
UNATHORISED FOR TESTING was written on the diagram in large red print. It made sense. The centaur came up with dangerous inventions every once in a while that the Council needed to check up on, to make sure their already dwindling population didn’t lose another precious few.
This sheet was labeled “Nervous Cloning”. Sool remembered this one. It’s concept was a ridiculous one and the council had decided to not to try it out on any of their people.
Sool closed his eyes. Thinking at all about the centaur gave him headaches. His mind wandered for a moment. The council didn’t want any of their own to trail the experiment, but they never had said anything about mud men. And one in particular came to mind.
Sool suppressed the manic laughter that wanted to leave his lips and came up with a plan.
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Ok, the prolouge. Tell me what you think.