Hi. This is Masunori_M_D, and welcome to A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex, a science fiction novel. Other elements are included, but it will revolve around science fiction as its main theme.
Before I talk about anything, thanks for reading my novel, although it is just one or two chapters. As an amateur author, I sincerely value your reads, as the reception would help me improve my novel.
For now, the first few chapters may be a bit boring. However, the story would (hopefully) be more interesting after about ten chapters. Let me guide you through our content until now.
'A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex' has a total of four arcs, named Training, Escape, You and I, To Where it All Begins, and Showdown. As of now, we are in our first arc of the novel. In this Training arc, we would have sub-arcs, which include the following sub-arcs. The content of the future arcs will be reviewed in the future.
I) Training (100 + 7 chapters)
1) Introduction (11 chapters)
- The Package (1 chapter)
- First Mission (2 chapters)
- A Literal Lesson (1 chapter)
- Storage Assault (2 chapters)
- Day in the Life of a Hero (1 chapter)
- Arctic Tactic (4 chapters)
2) Huntly Mine (20 chapters)
- Chapters 12 to 31
3) Point Nemo (21 + 2 chapters)
- Chapters 32 to 52
- Interlude 1: Albert
- Interlude 2: Decision
4) Desert Artefact (20 + 2 chapters)
- Chapters 53 to 72
- Interlude 3: Twist
- Interlude 4: Final Role
5) Deep into the Abyss (28 + 3 chapters)
- Chapters 73 to 100
- Interlude 5: Mileva
- Interlude 6: Pursuit
- Interlude 7: Rendezvous
II) Escape, You and I
III) To Where it All Begins
IV) Showdown
I will try to constantly update the progress. Hopefully, you guys will have the first volume of A Backpack, a Gun and a Codex by the end of this year. Once again, thanks for your support, and I would appreciate it if you could save this story in your library, or comment, or something.
Imagine travelling in a car at night. The headlight of the car can only show you limited vision in front, and you travel along the road with uncertainty, but in the end, you still reach the end of it. So does writing a story. Even the author does not know how the story will go, but eventually, we will reach an end, one that everyone is satisfied with. Let us all embark on this trip together.
Masunori, sign off!
2050, It is mid-November. The festive atmosphere of another Christmas has taken over every nook and cranny of metropolitan New York City. Roads are lit with a light blue colour, resembling snowflakes. Every corner, there are sounds of the bells jingling and the sound of excited people, talking to each other while holding big boxes of presents. The sense of business can be felt even more than a month before the real festival, as people rush to buy goods before prices start to spike. In the centre of the city, the headquarters of the Counter-Extraterrestrial Association sits majestically like a king. In the office room, Lieutenant Colonel is sitting behind the big screen, watching every dot moving on the digital world map. Numerous abnormal activities have been detected recently, mostly in remote areas, and there have been countless times that he and his comrades have received sudden calls at midnight because something has been found. The burden is not only on him but also thousand
- Geez, these damn locusts just come without an end! Mirai, from the hill nearby, is busy setting up SAM turrets on the ground to repel the endless waves of autonomous drones that have been jamming our communications. Upon receiving the bad news, she is now handling even more burden. For my side, the drones by Mirai are helping clear some of the enemy drones from above, leaving some space for me to access the arsenal, although limited. I take out the Agility module, which is simply a pair of rollerblades with propellers, gear up and rush through the camp, in the direction of the two Intruders. Blasting through the air at the speed of a horse, I quickly catch up with the Intruders, who have noticed my presence. I withdraw the flamethrower and mercilessly roast their armour with the scorching streams of fire. They try to counterattack, but the module quickens my reaction, and I effortlessly dodge all the attacks. At a closer range, I withdraw a photon shotgun, and withi
- Okay, thanks for contacting me. I will arrange for a one-week accommodation for you in Perth, from 11 December to 18 December 2050. The visit to Huntly Mine will be guided by one of my people at the University of New South Wales from the applied science department. But why do you suddenly want to visit our bauxite mines? - My company is importing minerals, and I am asked to go around to check the quality of the ores in some places that the bosses ask me to visit. Sorry for bothering you near the end of the year. - Don't fret yourself about it. It has been quite long since you contacted me. Bye then. - Bye! I shut the holographic video call. The person that was on the screen is one of my classmates during university, Issac. He studied with me at Tokyo University, but after graduation, he decided to work as a professor in material science in Australia, where he had access to resources such as mineral ores and synthetic materials. We have been i
The bar becomes a mess, with all the gunshots scattering around, damaging the furniture inside. The bar is built with bulletproof and soundproof materials, so the bartender freely goes rampaging inside. We run to hide behind some tables. Luckily they are also bulletproof. The bartender slowly walks towards us, with the menacing barrel directed towards our table. I take out the photon shotgun SG-01 and quickly reload it with a full photon shell tube. Contrary to its brothers in the photon series, photon shotguns are generally not as strong as projectile shotguns, but that is the point. We need to keep that person alive. Mirai throws a flash grenade towards the bartender. It detonates and makes his vision blank. With the built-in propeller in her legs, Mirai kicks the table straight into the bartender's face. The table flies at him and breaks in half. I embrace the opportunity and shoot at his right hand. The impact blows his rifle away. I leap at the bartender, holding him down an
The second day of the trip to Australia comes. It is early in the morning, when one can still see the faint image of the moon in the sky. And yet, someone is interrupting my sleep. Someone that everybody in the world knows. - Wake up. We need to prepare for the expedition to Huntly Mine. Their people will arrive at the hotel to pick us up at eight sharp. - Mirai is throwing a pillow at me, who is currently half-awake and trying to hold his ground on the bed. For a freelancer whose life is always threatened by unexpected project invitations and weird customer demands, getting to sleep in bed is nothing less than a brutal fight with time. And now, as a self-proclaimed hero, there is no difference. - No... Five more minutes... - I cover myself with the blanket. - After drinking that big jar of draft beer and getting back to the hotel, you immediately pass out, and I have to bring you to bed. And it was only like nine o'clock. - Mirai complains and throws a
We are put in a very passive situation. I do not carry any weapon, and Mirai obviously cannot reach out to the tablet. We need to keep a low profile to enter the mine, yet push comes to shove, and now, we seem to have no choice. I try to make eye contact with Mirai, but she seems like she has an idea in mind. No, the overwhelming confidence on that calm face means that she has planned for the worst-case scenario. - Oh, sorry. The thing is that I lost my left arm in a car accident. My arm is currently replaced with a metallic prosthetic one. Here. Mirai detaches her left arm. She holds the arm with her right hand and brings it towards the screening gate. It beeps (obviously). The officer still raises his eyebrows in suspicion, while Mirai is attaching her left arm back. Eye to eye with him, with gleaming sincerity, Mirai is trying to guilt-trip the officer into believing in her narrative. - OK, I can believe you regarding that. - He sighs. - But just in case,
After about ten minutes, a train arrives at our station. As expected, it is just the driver's carriage when you look at it from the outside. After the door opens, Albert signals us to step in. I withdraw my thoughts. The interior of the train is upgraded to match the standards of a commercial train, even more luxurious than a typical commercial train. There is air conditioning and air filters installed, and even the tiniest details are spotless. The carriage contains the driver's chamber, which takes half of the space of the carriage, partially separated by the table area, taking the other half. Albert enters the driver's chamber and scans his card on the receptor placed in the centre of the steering wheel to register a driver. After that, the set of buttons and levers emerges beside his driver's seat. He presses a button. We hear a long beeping sound, then the engine starts working. Yeah, this train has definitely been around since the twentieth century. It is shaking from a
Without the stations operating, the train still can move, but it will not be long, maybe five minutes, before it actually runs out of energy. And to mention, just by maintaining this temperature inside this carriage already takes a lot of energy. - OK, I will close the train door and turn off all electrical appliances to preserve our energy source. Albert turns off all lights and air conditioners. The carriage joins the eternal darkness, with a pinch of dim, red light, of the vast underground factories. By common sense, or specifically, some physics knowledge and maths equations, I know that it would not take long, before our body temperature make this last haven of coolness into a heat cage. We seriously stand no choice, if this power cut is not fixed in a short time. And at this very moment, it has been some "short time" passing. Albert has attempted to contact the support team, but since all of the entrances connecting the underground facility and the ground level