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RofocaleTheGreat
October 31st, 2008, 01:41 PM
Hey this is a new story I'm working on. This is also the complete first chapter, tell me what you think.

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THE GOD SQUAD: NEW BEGINNINGS?

Authored By ~ Rofocale
Story Concept By ~ Rofocale
Characters: Property of ~ Rofocale

Starring Cast:
Dante Turner
Rofocale L.
Rofocale T.
Tye
Judgment

Also Starring:
Vanessa Valentine
&
Patrick O’Brian

Cast of Characters:

Dante Turner:
Human Male transferred to a Human School when he was 12. He fell in with the God Squad and has become a part of the family.

Rofocale L.:
An awkward Genomorph, descending from an Obsidian dragon and an Arctic Wolf. He started the God Squad in Elementary School. He had left the God Squad in High school to join the military, joining back with the G.S. (God Squad) after four years, and going to college. It was during his time in the Military that he had a divine intervention by a certain Angel that now inhabits his body taking on the assumed role of his long lost brother whenever he makes a public appearance outside the G.S.

Rofocale T.:
An archangel of the Divine Order sent to Earth as a messenger of God to spread the word of the return of the messiah. It had just so happened that in a time of desperate need of a particular soldier, he had possessed his body to save his life. It turns out though that now he can’t return home until he finally accomplishes his mission; however he is incapable of greatly interfering with Cale’s life or leaving his body. He assumes the role of Cale’s long lost brother whenever he makes an appearance.

Tye:
A Siberian Tiger Male who comes from a Buddhist family. He is extremely well versed in most things and can always seem to find a peaceful solution to any problem. He doesn’t really say much about himself except for the fact that if it wasn’t for him, the others probably would have died by now, or killed each other.

Judgment:
An alien from another universe called, the Multiverse. Originally born in the form of a human, after he saved the Multiverse from a rogue god with a few of his friends, thus becoming a Demi-God himself, he was cast to earth due to a fight with his uncle. He now lives on earth until he is finally let back into the multiverse. Until then, he takes the form of a Kitsune, overtly excited by females.

Special Thanks To: All my friends who have supported me during my deployment in Afghanistan thank you all, so very much.

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Prelude
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Even though the world had been split in two thirty years ago, not physically, albeit seemingly so. There was still that tinge of the past. With the world’s population now divided between humans and morphs, there was a solid border going around the world. Humans had the Eastern hemisphere and the Morphs were Given the Western. Surprisingly enough, it worked out though. In a way everyone was happy, the humans didn’t have to deal with the morphs, and the morphs didn’t have to deal with the humans. At least, that is how it used to be. Now a days there are signs, small, but signs none the less, showing that humans are taking the first step in breaking through the threshold of racism and segregation. Small human organizations, the leader of which being CASS, Coalition Against Species Segregation, has been working on the eastern front to build tolerance with the morphs, succeeding, but only in very small instances. There is still a long way to go on both sides before any progress is made. Until then, the world will just have to go on living like it always has.

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Chapter One:
Back To School Again
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It was seven in the morning, and the sun was already peaking over the New Manhattan skyline. Sending rays of light through the spaces between the towering buildings, adding to the atmosphere of big city life. New Manhattan had been transformed in to a massive college city, it was home to one of the best universities in Europe, and more importantly, home to a wide variety of exceedingly interesting students. The university in question was New Manhattan University. It was one of those classic universities of old, you know, the ones with the sprawling front entrances with sparse groves of trees and statues, a couple streams and fountains here and there. Ivy growing along the walls and a large university to match an even larger campus. The university itself was made like a wheel, with spokes coming out of a central point the outside spokes connected by breeze ways and roads. The center building was in the shape of a large Romanesque building with a polished marble dome. This was the Hub, it lead to every point of the university and was also home to the staff offices, registration, and all those other administrative operations.

From the depths of darkness there came a sound, small at first, but then, slowly escalating into a symphony so disturbing it breaks the courage of even the greatest heroes, it was the sounds of…the alarm clock going off. The well crafted room was cloaked in the darkness of morning, lights long since turned out, and blinds drawn. It was easy enough to make out though, the multitude of posters ornamenting the walls as well as the furniture, which for being in a town mostly inhabited by college students, was easily considered, well furnished. A book case in one corner and a computer desk in the other, the usual. The blankets shifted with the movement of a quickly disturbed being, a silhouetted arm reaching out from underneath to feel around on the night stand next to the bed, knocking over a couple empty cans of coke before finding its target and slapping the snooze button on top of the alarm clock before retreating to the warm of its blankets.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes later that a soft creaking filled the room, the bedroom door slowly opening. The blankets shifted only slightly as a shadowed figure slowly rose up from beside the bed, reaching over the covers, fingers as silent as snakes waiting to strike at their prey. In a flash the blankets were torn off and thrown into the air, revealing a barely clad human wearing only a pair of plaid boxers, who now fully awake was staring into the eyes of a rather tall fox like creature, blankets wrapped around its neck like a cape.

“…why am..*yawn*..am I awake.” The human asked, laying back down to stare at the ceiling.

The being replied in a low tone. “Because Mr. Zombie, there is registration today…or did the zombie forget…maybe zombie needs more brains!” All this being said in a rather decrepit manner. It wasn’t any sooner than had this been said, that the bedroom door flung open, an immense figure flying through it and a loud rattling sound of pellets slamming against the wall behind the bed, a high pitched yelp accompanying the sound as the fox fell down into a fetal position.

“No zombies, no zombies! I swear!” The Figure that had originally flung itself into the room, opening fire at the fox, finally stood up, his visage shadowed by the darkness of the room. That was, until the lights clicked on. A mid sized Siberian tiger standing in the door way with his paw on the switch, his face one of tiredness. “Do we have to do this every day?” He asked looking at the three, the human still lying in bed, the fox, now revealed as a kitsune with nine tails and a sandy tan color with a white stripe along his chest and belly as well as his paws and tail tips and ears and muzzle. The taller figure being stranger than the last, a monolith of obsidian color, black fur so dark that it defied the very existence of light, his body a mix of dragon and wolf large leathery black wings and glossy obsidian horns, his abs covered in scales rather than fur and his feet holding a pair of razor sharp talons. He looked over to the tiger, cocking his head to the side slightly with a most defiant and self exalted look splayed over his face. There was an air soft G36E limply held in his right hand, his finger placed in the trigger well. “It’s not everyday…and besides, what’s life without a little violent action?” The creature replied, almost smugly.

RofocaleTheGreat
October 31st, 2008, 01:43 PM
“Easier and less painful.” The kitsune said in a pained voice, as he lifted himself off the floor in time to catch sight of the dragon swiftly raising his arm and firing a shot at the kitsune’s stomach. “Ow!”

After another minute of conversing amongst the group had passed the human finally spoke up. His emerald green eyes and short black hair, long bangs tussled in front of his face. “Ok, so why is everyone in my room again, it isn’t like we don’t have an entire apartment to congregate in you know.” His face putting off a slightly perturbed look.

The Tiger looked to him and crossed his arms. “Have you seriously forgotten already?”
The Kitsune Leaned against the dragon, his arm draped over his shoulder. “It’s your day to cook remember. Tye did it last month, and Cale, the month before that. You know, usually these kinds of things work in cycles, I think they’re called ‘schedules’.” His voice filled with sarcasm, earning him a shot in the foot from the Dragon’s air rifle, still hanging in his large paw.
Cale, the Dragon wolf spoke up next. “We have a list of what everyone wants. Judgment: Tacos…who didn’t see that one coming. Tye: Chicken and ham omelet, and I want Waffles…chocolate waffles.” With that the group left the room leaving the human to get changed and dropping the list on his desk. With a heavy sigh, the human let his body fall back to the bed, closing his eyes as he spoke to himself. “How did I get mixed up in all of this?”

The apartment was filled with the various scents and smells of breakfast being cooked. Tye was no where to be seen, the Siberian Tiger having vanished as usual for his morning meditation rituals, whilst Cale and Judgment sat in the living room tossing a football back and forth between each other as they spoke of times long since past and adventures that had been had.

With a skillful grace that could only come from years of practice, Dante cracked several eggs over a skillet, before beginning to dice up a couple slices of ham and chicken with a great amount of speed that could have rivaled Cale’s own firing rate. Mixing the two together and setting the skillet onto the stove he started on the batter for the waffles, checking on the taco meat at the same time. His long black velvet pants with their leather sides waved about his shins, only dropping down to mid-shin. His pants were held up by a leather holster belt, made to hold a blade of some type over the left hip. A white baggy t-shirt covering his chest, now splattered by hot grease. Flipping on the auxiliary fan above the stove top to vent out the copious amounts of steam from the food, he moved his long bangs out of his face, falling down past his chin, they were dyed a deep blue, his hair now spiked up with styling gel.

“So after he ran back to his house I just called up a couple friends and we made our way down to his place. As soon as we got there it was just a massive brawl against his gang and my friends. They all pretty much stopped when they saw me holding him over the side of his roof, upside down. It was easy enough to get rid of the punks, we just had to get rid of their leader.” Cale said, holding the football as he relaxed in a recliner, his claws ruffling his thick chest fur as he tossed the ball up in the air, catching it. The article of clothing covering his legs had actually been pants once, now the blue jeans were tattered and shredded, having been turned into shorts that came to just above the shin. His eyes covered by a pair of reflective shades. Tossing the ball to Judgment, he let his claw tips play over his curving horns, sighing as he relaxed more.

“Alright, so this is way before I got inducted into the counsel. It’s me, Seraphina, Ashley, Malik, and Lia. We are all chilling at the beach when they tell me they forgot the lobsters for the lobster bake. I’m all like “Yeah I got I covered.” So I try to summon a lobster, my powers of manifestation are still really new so I end up creating a thirty foot giant lobster that tries to kill us all and in turn summon Kthulu to destroy the lobster, however he teams up with the lobster so Malik has to come in and take care of everything, needless to say after he was done there wasn’t anything left. Thank god neither of us had found out that he was my father and I was his son at the time.”

Judgment recited the story as he let the ball fly in the air, nimbly catching it.

“So, uh, what do you think this year will be like?” The two conversing bodies heard from the kitchen.

“Take it from me, it’ll be easy, all the grils you could ever want. I’ve been down this road at least two hundred times now, and it never changes.” Judgment replied as he tossed the ball to Cale.

“He’s right, awkwardly enough, I don’t have the same experience but it can’t be that widely different from all the other years. Its just college after all.” Cale replied, a since of self stated superiority in his voice as was natural for him.

Well they were right, to an extent, it was just college, and it couldn’t be that different from the last year. However, there was one issue that they could never have predicted, and that was fate. It just so happened that after all the long years that the God Squad had spent together, this year would prove to be their hardest yet, with new challenges and new drama, not to mention a few new faces.

It was later that day around noon that the four life time friends found themselves sitting outside the steps to the entrance to the university with Cale leaned back in a corner, his wings folded over his shoulders and arms like a cloak, allowing him to bask in the shade. His feet now sporting a pair of self created boots, a pair of Anarchic boots the toe cap torn off to allow for his larger foot paws and the back heel removed allowing space for his protruding talons. He now wore a pair of black tattered pants that reach down to just above his boots. He fidgeted slightly for a minute with the spikes on his leather wrist bands listening to a song from disturbed on his IPod and occasionally tapping the metallic bladed finger adornments on his middle fingers against the stone beneath him. Judgment on the other hand was already starting on his yearly ritual of finding as many females as possible…and failing horribly at any attempt to make any kind of relationship at all with them. His nine tails flailing behind his blue jean shorts the ends of the leggings torn somewhat. He looked around, smoothing out his white tank top and tucking it back into his shorts before reaching down and retying his timberlands. All this was done just before dashing off after a rather well curved lynx that had passed by him. “Hey baby, why are you walkin’ that way when the real excitement is right here in front of you?” He called out after her, his tails bouncing behind every step.

Tye was engaged in conversation with Dante involving the Club system of the college and how it was all broken down into categories. Dante paying a great deal of attention to the tiger all the while idly playing with the leather straps on his vest, the buckles and zippers gleaming in the afternoon sun. The black long sleeve shirt, made in the same fashion as his black pants meshed in underneath his open vest the chest piece of the shirt made from leather and sporting a self drawn Fire-Bomb from the Final Fantasy games.

“And that’s why the photography club is now part of the journalism club. Other than that, it is pretty much simplified in the layout within the Student Council room.” Tye said as he reached down, running his claws against a black stripe making a crescent around his shin as he managed to scratch an annoying itch. He didn’t really fall into the same dress codes as the rest, being roguish like Cale or as Romanian as Dante, he just sort of liked his own fashions. They had been sitting there talking for about a half hour, nearly every student that walked by would give them a wave or a greeting of some type. The four would always, or at least usually wave back, though more or less paying attention to each other rather than their fans, so to speak. The God Squad had always been overtly popular. Really, it all started in high school, when Dante first made his appearance after Cale had left to join the army. Those were the hardest times for everyone. A human in a furry world, chastised constantly, and the other two members now broken up. But they took in Dante as one of their own and eventually things returned to normal, well as normal as they could be, until Cale re-entered the picture.

A group of females consisting of two Skunks and a squirrel. All of which formed about a third of the members of the Rofocale Fan Club, something Cale despised. Cale visibly sunk lower into the shadow, his wings pulling tighter around his thick fur and glossy scales, closing his eyes as he pretended to be off in a distant world, just listening to his music. The other three already knew what was coming, and readied themselves.

“Hey Rofo!” The three said in unison, waving at them, their bubblieness overtly apparent. The nick-name they had given him had the same effect as if someone had slowly filleted his flesh with a knife coated in salt. He did a miraculous job of hiding it though, being still as a dead fur behind his shades. Tye looked over at them first. “Hey Trixie, Lisa, Ashley.” He said, going from skunk, skunk, to squirrel. “Cale is quite tired at the moment, a long night of practicing for the next performance.” It was just after that excuse that from around the corner of a near by building the rest of the club could be seen walking towards them, their pace hastening once they had found their objective.

RofocaleTheGreat
October 31st, 2008, 01:44 PM
“Judgment, do something.” Cale whispered out of the corner of his mouth towards the Kitsune. With a grace only possessed by a figure as nimble as himself, Judgment stood up and spread his arms.

“Ladies, Ladies.” He said in a most confident tone, walking towards them. “I know how much you would all love to see your object of affection, the apple of your eye if you would. But why don’t we all just leave the big bad wolf dragon alone. Instead, how about some coffee, while we discuss more…romantic ideas involving a certain lovable Kitsune. The girls giggled as they walked off with him his arms draped over their shoulders, all waving back to Cale and issuing their loving goodbyes. Even Cale had noticed this turn of events as well as the other two. An array of slack jawed furries sitting on the steps just watching the Kitsune walk off with three beautiful girls. Ranging from Dante Cale and Tye to several other furs who were beyond shocked to see the fur most voted for never being able to get a female walk off with so many at once.

“I can’t believe he actually managed to score like that….” Cale whispered through his shock. Dante was entirely speechless and Tye could only shake his head and comment with: “No way it will last more than five minutes….” The group just sat there baffled at how the universe had simply crumbled around them. Little did they know that even their kitsune friend was in the same amount of disbelief of actually having gotten this far with a girl, let alone three of them.

“So…this is going to be a pretty interesting year, I guess.” Dante stated, looking down at his watch and noticing the time. “Oh, Tye, uh…it’s about that time.” Dante spoke as he stood up, grabbing the back pack next to him. This was in reference to Tye being part of the Registration committee of course. You see, one of the biggest reasons the God Squad had become so well known; besides their constant barrage of antics and parties was due to the fact that each of them played a significant role within the College. Tye was head of the Student Committee, taking charge of functions such as Registration and the like. While Dante, this year, would be taking a leadership role in the Club Counsel. Rofocale of course was in charge of entertainment for any function as well as running the college’s medieval and renaissance function. Something that N.M.U. had become famous for. An event that took place in early October and ended in mid December. This was mainly due to the fact that Cale was part of a band, nothing more than a group of furs who got together to do what they loved most. Rock out to the most metal sounds they could possibly create. That and the fact that Rofocale his brother, and Judgment were the largest history buffs on campus. Which leads to Judgment. Besides being an all around perv, he was also assistant manager of the Campus Renaiscance celebration.

The day of registration was always a long one. Filled with new faces and old alike. As usual there was seemingly no end to the amount of students that walked through the doors. The G.S. had already registered, a perk of being friends with the Head of the Student Body Committee. Cale was conversing with his band mates, sharing stories of their days away from college. Occasionally the group would break out into an invisible concert, while talking about all the new ideas they had for songs. A single male jackal hung upside down from the stair case they were under, his muzzle roped shut. It was Cale and Terry’s ritual to find the first bully of the year and hang him upside down from something, and it never failed to happen before the end of registration. Dante on the other hand was alone as usual. There really wasn’t much place in a furry world for a human. No one really messed with him though. Everyone knew he was a member of the God Squad and as such treated him with just enough respect to get by. He could be found lounging back in a plush red chair, reading a magazine about practical science, in the corner of the administration building. Tye already had his place behind the large registration desk, handing out form and giving directions with the twelve other members. On occasion, Tye would vocally blame Cale and his band mates for being the reason why there were so many furs here. Cale would only turn his head to look at the tiger and give him a toothy grin, as if entirely knowledgeable of the whole thing.

There was a good amount of students this year, that was for certain. Most of them new, their parents escorting them, helping them with their boxes and bags. The Rofocale Fan Club girls had already positioned themselves in a protective shield in front of Cale and his band, scowling at all the new females, letting them know that in some way or another, the males behind them belonged solely to them alone. This had been working quite well until one of them turned around to find that all the band members had disappeared and were now conversing with a few of the new students, mostly of the female type, Cale included. Had anyone would have taken the chance to take a picture of the fan girls’ faces, they easily could have compared them to a photograph of someone who just watched their own career crash and burn in front of them.

So would continue the day of registration, just like always. It would be another overtly interesting year for New Manhattan University. With so many new faces and new personalities as well as new teachers. Many of the returning students were already waiting to see what the God Squad would end up doing this year, whether it would be another massive joke or something dramatic. Little did they know it would come in the form of something no one would ever expect.

Find out more on the continued adventures of the God Squad in Chapter Two: The God Squad, Losing A Member Or Gaining A New One?

RofocaleTheGreat
October 31st, 2008, 02:07 PM
Some how I just think something is missing...is there not enough life in the back ground, not enough emotion....what?