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Re: [WIJ:Story Contest] Insanity Revisited

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PLOOBER33 is not online. PLOOBER33
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14 Jun 2013 08:13 PM
[Prologue: Home Again, Never Again]

Is it not pathetic?
For a man to find solace in a drink which numbs the mind and soul while breathing fire down the throat and into the stomach, a brief flood of apathy and regrets washing away a day of inner torment?
A line of such men fill the shallow grave of the colony public house in a seemingly industrial sequence of filling, lifting, gulping, slamming, refilling, and again until the sky darkens and the second moon lifts to meet the first.
Like ants returning to nests they wander home without visible determination, as if the way is programmed into non-functional bodies. Some arrive to the warmth of an open door and a helping hand from a tired wife with an understanding smile, or a naive child inventing personal myths to explain what they see in a positive way.
But is this home?
The men all wear beards and rugged clothing. During the days they work to expand the colony which they purchased one-way transport to in order to escape what they visualize as their home world, away from war and hatred and past actions which leave a haunting taste in the imagination. Away from the WIJ Corporation's attention.
Some men arrive home to a locked door and realize the key has fallen in their journey. They pound at the door until a startled neighbor invites them inside.
Some men chose to live in greater seclusion. Their pounding ceases as they slowly drift to a dreamless slumber.
They awaken in the light of a blazing sun, hostile and unyielding.
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14 Jun 2013 08:52 PM
[Chapter 1: Regarding His Arrival to the Present]

Graham Becket was born on Earth exactly 20 years ago on earth to a proud father who gave him his name and a mother who died shortly after the birth. Her name was Ayria Crom.

At 45 credits per letter, the father spent his savings on the tombstone and was left with enough to tip the preacher at the funeral. It was held at the family plot in the Undercroft sector of Earth City, the glowing metropolis which clung to the surface of the planet, creating the appearance of a starving sun, appropriate for a population plagued by unbridled ambition. It was a short service with no reception.

Graham did not escape his planets disease. Always competitive, he learned quickly both how to fight and how to manipulate. At eighteen his education was completed and he opted for a life of glory with the WIJ Security Corporation. It was an excellent time to enlist; space travel had recently been militarized and the fleet belonging to WIJ created the first feasible chance for humans to compete with their intergalactic neighbors.

Those who live by the gun die by the gun.

Graham Becket would be no different. The Trooper completed basic training and packed his bags. Graduation was standard and his chip was installed to the base of his neck. After a weeks rest, launch day had finally arrived.
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14 Jun 2013 08:58 PM
This is looking great so far. Your writing has vastly improved since:

http://blog.roblox.com/2008/03/mt-roblox-diaries/
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14 Jun 2013 09:04 PM
well, I am no longer 14 so that might be part of it.
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15 Jun 2013 11:18 AM
[Chapter 2: The Launch Day Festivities]

Graham woke up on the morning of launch day at 5:00 AM Earth Time. He quietly rose from bed and entered the shower, cleaning away the sweat of the night before in a torrent of scalding purity. Reaching for his razor, Graham began systematically running it down his face, subducting short stubble and revealing perfect smoothness in its wake.

And then just a nick,
A small cut to the left jaw,
It scabs as it heals.

The water stops. Breakfast of Eggs, Steak, and Coffee fill the room with the final sentiments of home. The taxi arrives as scheduled and Graham steps in and sits and watches as continuous motion brings him closer to an impending separation of himself from the ones he has grown to love and to hate.

Toward the future,
He feels ambivalent at this point, any semblance of anxiety or hope is gone, replaced with apathy.

The launch ship resembles an upside down redwood tree, with a tall fuel tank in the center leading up to a command deck, with living pods branching from trunk. holding capacity of 2,000 Troopers per launch.

Graham boarded silently as did most. Very few had family or friends to send them off. Such was the condition of earth these days.

The launch occurred as planned.
The initial thrust sent the ship through the atmosphere without issue.

On the surface of the planet the exhaust from the launch filled the surrounding city with a dense toxic fog for half an hour. This was not a problem, by this time the buildings knew to remain shut and the homeless had been forced away or killed in the initial fogs. After it dissipated a garbage truck made rounds in the area to gather any bodies, but found none.

As was usual.
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17 Jun 2013 11:25 PM
[Chapter 3: Falling and Crashing]

At two hours past nightfall the hovercraft arrive in seemingly increasing waves at the Skyfall Club, two miles above the surface of the earth connected to the upper levels of the North American City District. This club is one of thousands on the entertainment zone, referencing the level of the city every nightclub, theater, stadium, and recreational area of the District. Overhead is the same night sky as has been present for three billion years, with the exception of brief orange or blue streaks of space traffic in the upper atmosphere.

The Skyfall opens its doors, and the twenty-somethings file in, approved by strongmen brandishing imposing biceps which yearn for the blunt force of a brutal fight. The line moves quickly with few holdups as most are repeat customers, with only one or two having to turn away unsatisfied with an empty night.

A pill or two.

"Ten credits will last you the night on this stuff, eight each if you buy two"

Eager hands reach for wallets and exchange digital currency for small green capsules.

In.
Down.
Relax.

The room is now a spinning mass of liquid, as if some force has transformed solid matter into magma uplifting and solidifying in horrible shapes which somehow fascinate.

The dancing seems now to be a mass of human seaweed flowing freely under an ocean current of clear blue water which is cool to the touch yet seems to warm certain organs, the eyes, the stomach, the lips, the heart. The sensation moves with the beat of the music, almost as if a fleeting creature transcends physicality and moves between these positions without actually traveling.

Short breaths seem like great efforts and great feats.

One man has perhaps overextended his physical ability to handle this new perception. He collapses and begins to vomit uncontrollably.

Security moves in, two men grab him by each arm and quickly move him out of sight to a door which escaped the view of the pulsing crowd. It opens to a dark alley with an edge off the side of the platform.

The manager approaches the man,
"Did you think you were allowed to die in my club? You thought you were a big shot? You don't die in my club. Nobody dies in my club!"

He is placed on his knees in front of the edge. His mind has gone and the effects are clearly irreversible as drool spills out the left side of his mouth.

A swift kick from behind sends him flying, head first towards oblivion, and in the 36 seconds before impact he saw true beauty in the cool breeze and the infinite stars.

He dies smiling.

The WIJ Launch Ship has reached its destination, orbiting Risuki.
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18 Jun 2013 12:03 AM
Needs a song. Let me help you with that.

Just a RAT Admiral is patrolling' a lonely Borealis, he took the midnight rusher going anywhere.
Just a famous ST (bobo) born and raised in castle cobalt, he took the midnight rusher going anywhereeeee
WOOOOOOO

-Proud servant of Queen Beyoncé
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18 Jun 2013 12:06 AM
RAT does come into this story later btw
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19 Jun 2013 12:54 AM
[Chapter 4: First Offenses]

Onboard the Launch Ship a transformation from utter hibernation to a hectic buzz as announcement after announcement guided the lost ants of the new troopers to the proper hallways and dropships. Graham had already learned the standard protocol as did most others, although some had clearly forsaken the effort in that department and it showed now.

The Risuki outposts were generally stable on the north side of the planet, however the south generally had dense cloud cover which acted as a cloak of invisibility to all detection devices. As a result, frequent skirmishes arose from space bandits attacking smaller fortifications. In addition, the bandits had constructed several launch bases on the southernmost continent. This created a good opportunity for green troopers to test their skills in live combat.

The first invasion.

Each Trooper was handed the standard issue W17 Laser Assault Rifle and Pistol and equipped in basic light armor. Based on Launch Pod, they were assigned a settlement to take. Graham was placed in sector 7 containing Village M.

Village M was actually named Mya Lin, the space raider's goddess of fire. It was lightly industrialized and produced weapons for the surrounding area. As a result the village was heavily guarded and required complete removal of raider forces.

The Sec7 Group landed in the marsh west of the village. The weight of the craft sank softly into the landing area as if resting of a plush cushion. The troopers quietly filed off of the craft and lined up. They numbered thirty troopers, plus one officer to lead the charge. After being given basic advancement orders the troopers moved out, taking a wide flanking position of the village.

The officer began running a basic diagnostic on enemy forces. Graham watched him mechanically remove his binoculars from his waist and fluently raise them to his eyes. Beads of sweat had begun to roll out of his face in the humid environment which had the effect of expanding the anxiety experienced by all the soldiers standing ready to begin. A grin crossed the officer's face, as if reassured that his job would now be successful.

"approximately 75 non-combatants, 25 Basic Infantry, One Officer, and five snipers"

He entered a code into his armband which relayed automatic orders to each trooper, the sure sign of an easy fight. The computer would now take over command.

ADVANCE TO DITCH!

In the display of the combat goggles, Graham suddenly saw a strip of land light up. Along with the rest of the group he began running towards it.

Before anybody realized it, half the WIJ troopers were dead.

Like clockwork a spray of lime green lasers filled the area. Situated DIRECTLY ABOVE the waiting troops were machine guns raised into the trees. In the officer's smug confidence at an easy fight, he had forgotten the possibility of being outflanked. Exactly 16 WIJ lie dead. The officer had almost made it to safety, however a glowing hole of seared flesh now occupied the space where his forehead had once been.

Panic struck the ranks.
Clearly the troops were pinned down.

Graham sat still for a second with unbearable noise of searing energy whizzing over his head. For a moment it stopped.

Graham grabbed the communication node from the ear of the dead officer and placed it in his own.

"Trooper Graham Becket taking over battalion. Listen, if you want to live through this you will follow my orders exactly! Get in pairs quickly and form two groups in this trench. Slowly advance outward to split their fire. Find the MGs behind us and take them out!"

The new recruits quickly fell under the instruction of Graham who led with the justification of survival forefront in the minds of the scared troops. With two bursts the tree fortifications which had killed half of their task force now stood as burning reminders of a turning tide. The two groups fanned out and pressed from different angles as the battery charge of the defenders began to fail. Within minutes the village was clear.

After finding that all combatants had been killed, the troops looked to Graham for orders.

"Job isn't done, there are 75 people left in this village"

The troops found all non-combatants huddled in a church. They realized that the soldiers protecting them had all been killed, many of them husbands of survivors. Many began to cry. Questioning children peered into the smoking wreckage of their village but found nothing satisfying of their questions.

Graham spoke, "Close the doors, lock them"

The soldiers were puzzled, but did as they were told. The doors were closed and barred from the outside. Graham set his pistol to overdrive and held it to the structure. Pulling the trigger ignited the wooden wall and smoke immediately rose from the planks.

The men were dumbfounded, and looked in disbelief to their leader, who simply mumbled, "Job isn't done, 75 left"

Not a word from anyone. All troops lined up in standard formation in the retrieval site next to the village. As the landing craft rose into the sky, the faint sounds of desperate screams permeated the area as dozens had no choice but to succumb to the hellish inferno which caged them.

Graham received a medal and a promotion for his efforts. Not a single survivor ever mentioned the events past the clearing of enemy troops. In a ten minute period between the All Clear signal and extraction, there was simply nothing there to see.

The smoke from the church floated lazily into the lower atmosphere before becoming indiscernible. The Fire Goddess had been appeased with blood.

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21 Jun 2013 12:06 AM
[Chapter 5: Carnival]

As per unofficial tradition, the hours after the first landing on Risuki are fraught with mass celebration of the first taste of combat. Overall the survival rate stood at around 99%, and with the exception of sector 7 tables in the mess hall were generally full. To honor the dead the men and women of sector 7 set plates along one side as homage to the half of them which would not share the meal.

Graham, now uncontested as the leader of this group, sat at the head with his badge prominently on his chest.

The badge was a small ribbon of blue and silver, weighted by a still glistening bronze rectangular medallion engraved with an arm holding a calvary saber, an emblem of some historical nonsense about men waving swords during gun battles.

To Graham it was a first taste of glory. Even before it was pinned to his chest it became apparent he was addicted.

Wild music filled the hall which was further filled by laughter and discussion of the battle before. Sector 7 remained silent.

Graham did not sleep. The idea of parades that stretch to infinity and monuments with his name embossed from the stone. The thought excited him. For hours he ran it over and over in his mind until the idea had been fully drawn in his minds eye, and his actions prescribed.

During the sleeping period the launch ship traveled towards a rendezvous point with the WIJ Fleet.

Destination Indigo Outpost.
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24 Jun 2013 08:29 PM
[Chapter 6: Watching]

Voices over an intercom in a heated exchange,

"The ratings are down, the corporation is losing money it can easily get"
"Television isn't important, we are a security company"
"We aren't in the interests of staying a security company, we want to go galactic. That means we need to first solidify humanity as the WIJ race"
"So what, this is just propaganda?"
"Of course it is! We want the public to view the sensational life of adventure we can offer them! We want them proud of their brave sons and daughters who pursue this life! We want them to enlist and head to war expecting glory to humanity!"
"So far the footage has been of the overall campaign. Its boring and unrelatable"
"Lets put a camera down on the battlefield so they can watch that"
"Better yet, lets give them someone to root for. Put it with one of the new hotshots on the way up, give them all the resources they need to succeed spectacularly, and we have the viewers back"
"Ten-Four, sounds like a plan. Mobilizing resources"
"We will send in a hovercam, things are bulletproof. Who is the target"
"Let me pull up our choices... we have one who just won a medal on his first landing assault"
"Throw up the details... Graham Becket... seems good enough, has a face that can be on camera, psych report labels him as confident and charismatic"
"We have our man. Lets make him our hero"
"Ill write up a dossier for the chairman, lets see how this goes."
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24 Jun 2013 08:39 PM
[Chapter 7: Confessions]

An excerpt from the journal of a homeless man identified as an ex-WIJ Security Strongman discharged for medical reasons:

"I THINK OF HER EVERY DAY. I THINK OF THE WAY SHE MOVED THROUGH CROWDS OF UNMATCHING PERSONALITIES AND REMAINED DISTINCT. I THINK OF THE CURVE OF HER BODY AND THE AESTHETIC BEAUTY SHE BORE. I WANTED TO MAKE HER MY WIFE, I WANTED TO MAKE HER STAY WITH ME. I HURT HER SO BADLY, I NOW SEE THE TERRIBLE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS. I HATE MYSELF FOR DOING THIS, I HATE MYSELF AND HOLD DEEP REGRETS FOR MY ACTIONS, MY ACTIONS KILLED HER, I KILLED HER, EVERYTHING I DID CULMINATED INTO ONE CRITICAL MOMENT WHEN THE TRIGGER WAS PULLED AND THE GREAT WEIGHT IN HER HAND FELL SOFTLY TO HER SIDE AS THE WALL WAS PLASTERED WITH THE PINK AND RED REMNANTS OF HER BEAUTIFUL MIND. THE PRETTY SMILE WHICH ENCHANTED ME WHENEVER I COULD GAZE UPON HER NOW LAY LOOSELY AS A GROTESQUE CROWN ON TOP OF HER BODY, AN IVORY EMBLEM OF TRUE LOVE WASTED. SHE PULLED THE TRIGGER. I PULLED THE TRIGGER. I PULLED THE TRIGGER. I KILLED HER. THE ONLY SOLACE I TAKE IN MY LIFE IS THAT FOUND IN THE BOTTLE. I KILLED SO MANY WITH THE INTENTION OF CASHING IN ON THE VIOLENCE, MY ONLY UNINTENTIONAL CASUALTY WAS WHO I WANTED THE MOST. I WANT TO APOLOGIZE. I CAN NEVER APOLOGIZE. I CAN APOLOGIZE ONE DAY. "

The page was dated a week before the body was found behind a dumpster. The crumpled ashes of a half burned picture seemed to be of a woman, but the face was far removed by flames.
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24 Jun 2013 08:45 PM
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- [ATB3] "The north stands for nothing, the true and trusting!"
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26 Jun 2013 09:25 AM
Updating tonight I think, gonna think over the plot a bit at work today
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27 Jun 2013 10:33 PM
[Chapter 8: The Wide Open]

Target: Raider Camp near Indigo Outpost
Instructions: Take a flanking route on the east cliff for a surprise attack. In order to successfully evade enemy detection, troops will be landed 6 clicks east of objective. The Indigo Steppes will be crossed via hoverbike overnight. This will ensure stealth and speed. Following completion of this objective, subdue enemy combatants for WIJ takeover of compound. Preserve all others.

The crisp white square of paper was given to Graham as his assignment, and was scanned using his armor's built in intelligence systems. He affixed his badge to his left chest and approached his men, already lined up in two symmetrical lines behind the loading bay of a Pelican class landing vehicle. Another contained the hoverbikes, perfectly packed together to leave very little wasted space inside the cargo bay. Graham gave the order and the men silently filed in, sitting shoulder to shoulder along each wall to cover each side panel of the interior. Graham took a seat at the front middle and looked at his crew. Half of them were new, barely distinguishable from the older half, with the exception of one man, whose dark skin was covered in tattoos of ethnic tribes of Old Earth. His hair was a mix of dark black and grey, matching the appearance of his beard both in color and unkempt disorder. He took a seat next to Graham.

The landing craft lifted from the dark recesses of the cold metal launch ship and approached the atmosphere. This planet's people had lived for centuries in tune with the land and as a result atmospheric entry remained barely turbulent.

Clean air, clean land.

The WIJ outpost Indigo stood out amongst the otherwise green landscape. Its sleek chrome decor surrounded its sturdy metal foundation as a gentle steam rolled out from above its power generator. A high wall surrounded the structure. The Raider's camp by comparison could not be clearly seen from so high, and intelligence indicated this was a result of the Natives using primitive building materials. The natives naturally violently rejected the arrival of WIJ Corp. As was business.

The strange man next to Graham studied his officer intensely, although Graham pretended to be oblivious. The man had the outline of a large cross branded on his arm, and Graham noticed his uniform was slightly different than the standard WIJ armor. A green band lined the diagonal seam on his left shoulder. Graham opened his mouth to question the man,

"Who--"
"Who am I? Why is my uniform different than yours? Who let me have my hair like this?"
"Y-Yeah, all of those need answering."
"I am Jamal. I am not WIJ, I am an Ally. TRA. I don't have all the restrictions, only some of them. Some I break because I will not get in trouble. I am under your command."
"Right, and Rank?"
"Ally, that is all. I go where I am needed. I come from the lower earth sector. You do not see what I have come from, but know it is not the same. The land stacks tall in your sectors, but in mine we are still in the dirt. My skin is dark from hard labor since childhood. I learned to shoot a gun and escaped that fate. My past is not clean though, my shoulder, as you have seen, is not pure any longer. This is of no consequence."
"Very well, Jamal, just follow my orders and do not be a problem. That is all"

Graham refocused on the end of the cargo bay door, holding his head prominently in a position suitable of a leader of men.

The landing craft had reached the destination and the men uniformly stood up with their leader. When instructed, they silently marched out and formed their two lines.

They stood on vast empty plains in a dry heat with a slight wind in their face.

The wide open plains of Planet Indigo.
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28 Jun 2013 07:57 PM
[Chapter 9: Follow the Leader]

As always, the soldiers were efficient. Within three minutes of landing the hoverbikes were unpacked and arranged with two soldiers next to each one. Each driver mounted their bike and their passenger followed. Graham had his own bike with only one seat. He ordered a paired line arrangement for the advance. To the left of him was a bike carrying Jamal as the passenger. Voice Comms were confirmed and Graham gave the order to begin moving forward.

The wilderness of the planet was generally covered with a dense high grass which gave a dull golden shimmer in the dry sun, housing thousands of alien lifeforms which found this area suitable for habitation. In the background rested ancient mountains shrouded by a light distortion of grey haze from evaporated moisture from the soaking downpours of the nights. Each mountain stood prominently with a jagged peak of a hardened roof pendant, resisting the ever revolving erosive forces which provided the sediment base of the land that the hoverbikes gracefully glided over in an oblivious instant.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Out of nowhere the yell crackled into the ears of everyone. The thick accent matched the motions of Jamal, who now sat back on the bike with his hands upwards, as if daring the speed of the bikes to send him flying off.

"This is freedom, this is like the tribe lands of old!"
Graham replied coldly, "Ally or not, stay off the comm channels unless pertinent to the mission!"
"Pertinent to the Mission? Sir, with all due respect, we are in a beautiful place with a great energy to it. We will not find our fight out here, nothing but positive feelings as far as we can see"
"Cut it or you go back to the launch ship. That's an order"

No reply was heard. The trip continued in silence.

By nightfall the group had traveled five clicks towards the objective. Camp was set up under a standard WIJ Stealth Field, and fires were built. The men huddled around it, saying nothing.
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28 Jun 2013 08:03 PM
[Chapter 10: Into Madness]

Voice Recording from WIJ Archives

"Video Recording Device is now in place sir. We are monitoring Graham Becket at all times and broadcasting it live for the remainder of his mission. Ratings are immediately up. We have all eyes on our channel right now. The plan is working."
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28 Jun 2013 08:34 PM
[Chapter 11: Into Madness]

The campfire had died to ashes scattered on the clearing floor when the WIJ troops were ready to march the next click to the objective. Jamal stood next to the grey and red coals smoking from a rolled cigar in preparation for the day ahead. He stood looking over the great open plains and considering the feeling one would have to gallop freely in this wild place.

Graham walked next to him and stood there and looked out. He saw emptiness. A land for him to conquer. He slapped the blunt from Jamal's mouth and into the hot coals. They exchanged a glare and Graham continued on. The order to move out was given and the group began to march.

The hovercam followed above the group at a slight distance. The whole group was aware of it, or so it seemed. Graham did not acknowledge it in any case.

It took a full four hour at a steady fast march to reach the objective. The group took positions around the cliff overlooking the raider camp and Graham gave the ready signal. After a few moments, the initial artillery began to fall in. The raiders took position on the wall facing the WIJ encampment. The diversion had done its job. Grahams group used cable launchers to establish zip lines into the fortification. The group quickly and silently moved in. The Camera followed Grahams group in as it took out straggling raiders. The compound's center was cleared. The groups lined up behind the raiders on the wall behind cover.

"OPEN FIRE"

Graham gave the order with a wave of his arm, as if holding a saber in it. Hundreds of thousands of people cheered as this wonderful character slew the ravenous horde.

Every raider was killed. A hole of burning plasma was left in the back and many simply slumped forward onto the wall.

"Sir, should we open the gate?"
"Disable the gate for now, we have some unfinished business. Search the compound"

Inside of the center bunker was what Graham searched for. A tunnel leading to a large cave clearing. Inside lay a huddled mass of native women and children, or those too old to fight.

Graham stood up before them, "Your men are all dead. I killed every single one of them. Men, surround these people. Aim."

Some of the men hesitated slightly, but all aimed their guns.

"We do not allow opposition to live. All of you can say your last prayers to your heathen gods, it is time to die. Men, Fire!"

None fired. At this point, the hesitation was clear, and the men began to look nervously to one another.

The Hover Camera looked at the situation. Behind its circuits and signals were the panicked motions of producers attempting unsuccessfully to cut the live feed. Viewers were glued to their television sets in any case.

Jamal angrily screamed at Graham, "This is not right, this is not moral, this is unethical. You cannot do this to these people."

He began to approach Graham with his gun in his hand, "I will not let you get away with this, We cannot do this to these people, it is evil, it is unjust, it is-"

Graham turned to him, and in one motion raised his pistol and blew Jamal's brains all over the unfortunate soldier behind him. His dark skin flayed open and revealed a vacuum where a mind once occupied space. The soldier panicked and fired his gun into the crowd. In the same instant all other soldiers fired their weapons. Before Jamal slumped to the ground face first into dust, it was covered in the blood of hundreds of innocents.

The camera centered in front of Graham now for a shot of his face. The leader of the group now breathed heavily but looked victorious. His eyes were affixed to Jamal's headless body. Suddenly, he seemed to notice the camera as he slowly raised his eyes. A panicked expression took over.

Before Graham now stood Jamal again. His face a jumbled mess of mismatched organs arranged into the semblance of a head. Color drained from Graham's face as he trembled and raised his pistol again. His hands sweated.

"I KILLED YOU, I KILLED YOU"

He unloaded the entire clip. Circuits flashed out against the blood of the native casualties and buried themselves into the ripe flesh of the recent victims. Graham curled up on the ground and blacked out.

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28 Jun 2013 08:49 PM
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30 Jun 2013 11:15 AM
[Chapter 12: Consequences]

The shot was fired, killing Jamal.
Over the intercom, the voices crackle on and off wildly

"WHAT THE F-"
"Sir, Viewers are at maximum level"
"What have we done? What have we done!?"
"More Viewers, we are on a sharp incline!"
"He is mad! He literally just broke every rule of combat protocol!"
"Social Networking Analysis shows Graham Becket is now the top trending subject on all networks"
"We just showed billions of people the brutal murder of a WIJ ally! What is the lesson here? We have just shown them horror which should never occur, a slaughter of innocents, hundreds of innocents! Get me the age analytics of our viewers!"
"Yes Sir. We have 25% Viewers from ages 10-12, 40% Viewers from ages 13-18, 25% ages 19-30, 10% above those ages."
"Christ!"
"What was that Sir?"
"Our viewers are mostly kids. We have just shown the most impressionable part of our population the horrors of war in a positive way. We may have just done irreparable harm to our society. I need a drink."
"Yes Sir, I will continue monitoring the numbers"

The Media Commander slowly walked to the street from his office on the second floor of the WIJ Media building, and boarded the shuttle to the bar on the level below him. He did not leave until the next morning.
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30 Jun 2013 12:41 PM
[Chapter 13: Peace]

The man lay sideways on the suspended rocking chair on his porch with his head resting on the lap of a warm and beautiful smile. The smooth rocking of the white wooden chair created a calm feeling as the man looked backwards up into the sky, with the slow movement of rich green of fertile almond trees filling the space between his eyes and the dark sky. He focused on the night air and small sparkles of distant worlds filtered through.

The buzz of distant cicadas and the croaking rhythms of a thousand crickets echoed in silence and he was at peace.
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30 Jun 2013 02:16 PM
[Chapter 14: Execution]

Graham Becket was handcuffed and carried to the WIJ Outpost Indigo. There, the WIJ forces were gathered in front of a stage in the courtyard, with Graham presented before them restrained to a metal chair. A high ranking officer stood prominently on the front of the stage as he awaited the troops who were finishing filing into lines.

A moment of silence and stillness, in the heat the air seemed stagnant and stale.

The dry heat fell heavily on the waiting crowd. Several dozen hovercams were surrounding the area at different views of the main stage, broadcasting to the WIJ Media centers which now knew better than to relay the signal live.

The officer finally spoke in a short gruff voice, "Before you stands Graham Becket, a junior officer to the WIJ forces. Many of you saw this man as a hero for his actions. As you have heard now, he is charged with breaking orders, slaughtering innocents, and the murder of Ally Jamal Marley of TRA. We do not accept this in the WIJ forces, and our zero tolerance policy dictates our action. Given the proof against him, Graham Becket is denied trial and will be executed on this stage. This action is to show that WIJ does not support these actions."

Quiet murmurs pervaded the crowd. Slight hysteria began to set in and emotions were running high in the tightly packed squadron. One voice anonymously screamed out, "He is a Hero to WIJ! Reward Him!"

The crowd evidently remained of mixed opinion on this matter. Nevertheless the order had been given.

Graham had awakened during this ceremony, and was unbound and stood up. Two soldiers grabbed his arms and pulled them away from him, so that the entirety of his arms length was seen in front of the crowd.His head was pulled back, giving him the image of a Christ-like figure.

"Any last words?"

Another silent moment passed.

"Yes, a few words left. We all come from the same planet here, and in WIJ we fight for the honor and glory of our species and families. I regret nothing I did, for you all remember my name."

The high ranking officer shook his head as he unholstered his pistol. He slowly stepped towards Graham, while putting his hand to his ear in receiving a message, probably a final confirmation.

Graham looked to the upper reaches of the wall surrounding the compound. Perched on the edge was Jamal, in his blood-stained uniform with the green stripe, smiling at him with his sideways mouth before dropping himself off the edge and out of sight.

The officer placed the pistol at Graham's right temple, and paused as the pistol charged. It glowed orange at the tip.

"This is good-bye, consider this a dishonorable discharge"

He pulled the trigger, and Graham's body sunk to the ground,with a large burn on the side of his head where the energy entered his skull. The crowd was silent as it marched back to the barracks of the outpost. Not even his own unit paused on the march back.

The body was taken into a WIJ landing ship.

Graham Becket was no more.
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[Chapter 15: Torment]

Graham came into consciousness in a white room lying on a sterile hospital cot with a diagnostic armband around his wrist where his communication node had been placed. A pain behind his neck and the inability to move his neck indicated that the mental signalling chips had been removed as well.

He stood up and unwrapped his arm, and looked around. The white room was perfectly clean, without the slightest smudge to damage its intense white glare. A shining mirror was affixed to a wall. Graham stood up and slowly stumbled towards it, noting that his mouth felt extremely dry and this room did not contain a water source to quench this thirst.

He looked at the mirror, and staring back into his own eyes he realized that the burn marks he expected would be on the side of his head from the lethal blast were not visible, despite a throbbing headache as a sensory reminder to what took place.

When he noticed this, Graham turned inward, finding that he could hardly think deeper than his current situation. The only question he could perceive:

"Am I dead?"

He looked around the room once more, now noticing a door which he did not see before. Its frame and body were also carried a glaring white finish, however it looked to be of a standard WIJ High Security Barrier.

Graham continued to ponder his situation, "If I am dead, I must be in a special corner of hell, owned and operated by the WIJ corporation"

A voice buzzed from a hidden speaker, "Ah, you are awake. I must come to the Medical Bay from my office, please be patient. I will explain everything shortly"

The unexpected interaction left Graham confused and anxious, but he maintained composure and lowered himself onto the white hospital cot.

Several minutes of silence passed.

Silence,
So deep that the brain invents new sounds to fill the void,
and yet those too are drowned out by the emptiness,
the utter lack of noise.

The speaker buzzed again, "You aren't dangerous, right? Nevertheless, for my safety you will be handcuffed for the time being, and I have guards with me."

Graham sat for a moment, then faced the door and spoke, "Understood, come on in."

The door slid open without a sound. Standing in the doorway was a man of medium height and build wearing an expensive suit which had a military style. A smooth and professional haircut completed this businessman's look, a man who reeked of success and profit.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are."

"Well, then?"

"You are my boss. Who doesn't know their own boss?"
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