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Re: 〔ỒṤΣ〔 The Daelanias Incident [Story]
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 09:52 PM |
This is a random work of fiction. This story does not portray many, if any, actual people from actual groups. Should a name be used that really is in use by someone, its pure coincidence. The story takes place on a planet not officialy named or used by OSE, revolving around characters who are not meant to be based off anyone. The reason for the isolated setting of the story is to give me the most freedom with what I write, so I don't need to have bounds in what I'm able to say. --------------------------------- ________________________
{0300-OSE Daelanias occupation force Mobile HQ} The Captain rubbed the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh. Watching it happen was strange; for most of us, it was our first time away from Octavius Prime, so seeing one another without our oxygen masks on was somewhat strange. "Not possible. The southern pass is too heavily garrisoned. If we tried to slip through, we would be mauled." The Captain was speaking to one of the Squadroon Commanders in the small, cramped building. It was the first meeting we had spent here. After we were driven out of the Operations Base, there was no time to set up a permanant base, so one of the portable shelters used for quick barracks was converted into a temporary command centre. After the massacre that took place, it wasn't like we had a shortage of the things.
The SC waved his hands, gesturing to the air. "You see? What else would you have us do. We need to take the dockyard. We get that, we can have all our ships in the air, and we can get off this forsaken planet." A small tide of whispered agreements went up from around the room. The Captain waited patiently for the last of them to stop talking. It took a moment for them all to realize he was waiting to speak, and it quickly died down. The Captain had earned their respect some time ago, and most of the time lately that respect was worth more than any rank he could hold.
"Gentlemen," he stated, standing up, "I trust you all know of our situation. Yes? Good. We're low on supplies, men, we have no solid defensive point, and we're on the run. We cam here to try to subdue an insurgence, and we failed. Now, this is a fight for survival. Correct?" Most of the gathered crowd stayed silent, aside for the SC who had spoken before.
"Of course that's what matters. We have-"
"No. Its not," the Captain firmly interrupted. "Our task was to put down a rebbelion. It was assigned by the Emperor himself. We've lost almost the entire force, as we underestimated what these insurgents were capable of. They have a bigger arsenal of scavenged weapons than I've ever seen. We are outnumbered, outgunned, and outmatched." He let that sink in, his eyes wandering around the room. "That much is certain. We, in a fair world, should have died along with the Admiral and our comrades. We were not granted that mercy. No, it's our duty now to put every ounce of our being into trying to do what we came here for. If we die in the process, while we won't live to fight another day, honor will be sated." He looked around the room again, directly meeting the eyes of the chatty SC. "We will not abandon our comrades memories. We will either make sure they didn't die in vain, or we follow them to the grave." Complete silence followed. I stood up against the wall, my head bowed and looking bored and uninterested, the mask covering my eyes which read the facial expressions around the room. A few showed fear. Some, like Loudmouth, were openly wearing distain on their faces. Most of the men in the room, though, had the same thing clearly presented on their faces; determination.
The Captain nodded at the silence. "Moving on to our next action." He did an about face and stood facing a large holographic display. Waving his hand around it a bit, a map came up, likely showing the area around us. "This is the area around us," The Captain stated, showing that I was still the reigning champion at obvious guesses. "To the south, the insurrection has solidly garrisoned the moutains. The sole pass through has been hastily fortified. We cant go that way." The mad scrolled a bit, showing a bit to the east. "To the east is Emmisary City. To take the insurrection down, we DO need to take this. But we simply cant yet. Like Sanicus suggested, we could do a suicide charge into the enemy stronghold to the place they expect us to try to take, walking right into their plans." The SC who had talked before, who I now knew as Sanicus, looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent, miraculously. "And then there is the ocean to the north. Leaving us with only one option; west. And what's to the west? That old Alversian base. With how these rebels have been operating, we need to assume they have it completely operational. And we need a new HQ. So guess what. We're taking it over." Surpringly, there wasnt any uncomfortable rustling and weight shifting. The gathered group of SC's watched the Captain intently. "I'll send each of you your basic objectives later today. Plan with your squads. We're moving out tommorow. Dismissed."
The SC's made a silent exodus to the door. I remained standing where I was, unmoving. After the last of them had cleared out, the Captain looked at me. "And now what should I do with you?" he asked, sitting down in his chair.
I shrugged. "Kill me, preferably."
The Captain shook his head. "I know you Praetorian Guards take your tasks seriously. But whats done is done. Admiral Quarran is dead, and there was nothing you could do."
"I could have got up and killed them all and saved his life," I replied, keeping a steady monotone.
A flash of rage went across his face. "God man, open your eyes. You killed almost a hundred men armed with various rifles and such with nothing but a sword and a pistol. You only stopped fighting because you got impaled by one of them while you were fighting three others at once, and even then you tried to fight until you got SHOT in the HEAD. Thank god for your helmet, or your brain would be everywhere. There was NOTHING you could do. You did more than anyone could expect." His gaez lowered, turning into a dark glare. "If you need more motivation to keep going, I ORDER you to do everything in your power to stay alive, and keep as many of my men alive. You can NOT die until I say so. Is that clear?"
I didn't make any movements through his little speech, but, despite my wishes otherwise, every word he said was right. There really wasn't anything I could have done.
But I still should have died. That was what I was meant to do. Die so your charge doesnt have to. Yet I was the one still alive, while he was in a pile of rubble somewhere. I met the Captain's eyes. He was a man of honour and valour, who served the Empire faithfully most of his life. He was offered many promotions, but he alway said that he prefered to be on the ground with his men. All in all, a good trustworthy man. Which would make what needed to be done that much harder when the time came.
"Yes sir." I said, and walked out of the structure before he could say anything more.
=END OF PART ONE=
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| 06 Apr 2012 10:25 PM |
OSE pilots love stories
sweet.
╰-Σmperor/Consul-╯ |
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| 06 Apr 2012 10:25 PM |
i thought you were tenal
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 10:56 PM |
{0530- Emmisary City} The old, battered tank that at one point had served WIJ rolled up the street, it's cannon swiveling in a scanning motion. I watched it with burning eyes and felt my grip on my pitol tighten. My men. These fools had killed my men. And now here I was, trapped in a city and surrounded by the people I was sent here to eradicate. The tank had the blue stripe that showed it was used by the WIJ army and not the random dealers found around their worlds. Often, that meant is was less reliable. But for whatever reason these rebels took everything they could get. It seemed every man, woman and child was holding a gun and garrisoning something. The entire planet has turned into some kind of oligarchy, though who knows where the rebel leaders are.
I was alone like I had been for days now. After the attack on the Operations Base, the idiots had apperantly taken me for one of them after my uniform not matching those of my soldiers. They brought me back and healed my wounds, but there was no way I was going to accept medical help from the enemy. I had ram out of the hospital as soon as I could, stealing some well used Vaktovian officer sidearm. After shooting it a bit, I had learned the weapons fierce recoil but had grown to respect Vaktovian prowess when it came to making things that cause bodily harm; the thing burnt through flesh and most armours alike. Knowing that, it made it very difficult to watch the rebel tank go by peacefully. But if I had any hope of establishing a link to Octavius Prime, I had to try to remain nothing but a face in the crowd. They had put me in some kind of ridiculous dress, made of some kind of thick leather like material and put together in one piece, the colour a muted teal. I wore a long duster over it to cover the pistol and the small sword I had found, and had since been wandering the streets in hopes of finding some kind of heavenly guidance to show me what to blow up, or what to do, or ANY kind of help. But no booming voice echoed, no beam of light adjusted, so I just kept walking.
I came to a checkpoint on one of the streets. Several hasty barricades, mainly rubble with some kind of portable energy field for part of it blocked the road, along with several men holding an assortment of guns, the only one I knew being a RAT rifle of some sort. "Halt," one of them commanded. The boy could barely have been 18, yet there he was, pointing some wicked looking projectile gun at me. "Where are you going, ma'am?" It took me a moment to realize he wasn't saying ma'am as a show of rank, but merely out of respect. Normally I would have made an annoying comeback to the boy, but he had taken the time to be civil instead of openly blasting or making catcalls (Which another checkpoint's guards had done. There was now a crater, some flaming rubble, and a few corpses scattered around that area. It may or may not have been me. I admit to nothing). I faced him, and cocked my head.
"I'm heading over to Calvin's house," I said, stuttering a bit. "C-Calvin... Over to Calvin's house, he said-" I kept babbling to myself, and the boy lowered his weapon. "Ma'am, are you all-" He didn't get to finish what he had said, becase I had clammed the handle of my pistol into his nose, breaking it. A bit of blood fell as he fell over, hands reaching up to grip the broken catilage impulsively. In the same movement, I fired at two of the guards who were standing to the side of the guard who's nose I had broken. Remembering what was behind me, I dropped down just in time to watch several reddish streaks pass through the air and saw little spikes bury into the wall of the building on the side of the street. I rolled to avoid a few more, and placed another shot in his chest, making the shooter fall over, hand flying to the cavity now where his heart was. I pointed the pistol at the final one, and saw another child. He could baerly be 15, yet he held an energy gun of some sort, thought it was shaking violently and pointed at the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, but I shot him in the head before he could. His lifeless corpse fell over, the arteries cooked closed, and I got up in a jumping movement. Nobody had saw the little fight, which had taken only about 4 seconds.
I frowned and went over to one of the bodies. After a moment, I found what I was looking for; a little pulse grenade. I started walking away and through the grenade over my shoulder, like you always picture heroes doing. I heard the explosion behind me, but I dint look back, I had better things to do. I set out in search of my way to contact Octavius Prime and put and end to this resistance.
{1500- OSE Daelanias Occupation Force Mobile Mes Hall} "Are you immortal?" One of the pilots asked me, hovering over a tray of some kind of grey slop. I cocked my head, the only expression he could see considering my face was covered. "Yes. I'm immortal. You are too. We're all immortal, until the day we die." My answer didnt satisfy him, clearly, and he went back to whispering with the pilot beside him. I had the trey of food for formality. I wasnt hungry. How could I be. I heard the Praetor's orders echo in my head. As horrible as it was, his word was law. My task, at first, had not been to guard Quarran. In fact, if what was meant to happen transpired, she would be dead anyway. But it was the circumstances of her death that bothered me. I was meant to kill her after the battle, when her usefulness was done. If all was true, she should be dead. But with my luck, I knew she wasnt. The facade of thought I used around the Captain wasn't anything important. No, my task here was far more important... there was too much to do, and he was getting in the way.
The good Captain would have to die. It was only practical. |
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Imperiumz
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| 06 Apr 2012 10:58 PM |
| add me in the story, I'd appreciate it. |
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 10:59 PM |
I forgot to say this on the second post.
=END OF PART TWO=
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:00 PM |
| Hm. If anyone really WANTS to be in the story, PM me a bit about how you want your character to act... I will need to change it a bit (Ie, you may not serve whatever group you are in. Like I said, this isnt a reality thing, its just a story) probably, but if you really want to I have gaps in my mind for characters. I have the whole story kind of layed out in my head. |
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:01 PM |
I be a fleet commander or shipmaster One of those I command it!!!!1one!!1!
~Mendicant Bias~ {Join Frontline Initiative today!} |
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PappyJR99
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:03 PM |
Worst "Clan", Story I ever heard. ‡PÅPPY‡
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:04 PM |
| Just for the sake of trying to keep the forum thing for the story posts, could you PM character requests. Commander, for that, you will show up later in the story, but yes you can. |
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:40 PM |
{2300- Emmisary City Ambassador Complex} I couldn't help it. Just looking at all the corpses makes me giddy. There were all forms of insides spread everywhere on the floor and walls, all of their owners killed in some horrid way. By who? Oh yes! Me! Oh, I forgot how much FUN this could be. The way the blood splatters, how their bodies land, its and art you see. And what an art it is! The universe is my paper, and its inhabitants my pallet. As for a brush, who needs a silly thing like that? Unelegant. Oh no. Nonono. Real art is just as the universe deems it fit. However it is, is how it should be. Who are we to say its not perfect?
I looked at the woman walking towards the building. Oh, she was a treat. I drew the two little blades I kept on my hips and-
"Porsica. It is done. We leave," A mammoth told me. The thing moved and started walking to the staircase to get to the roof.
"But Beelzen, I'm not done with them yet... There's still more to work with! Look! That one still bleeds! How I-"
"We leave. Now. It is our emplyers will," Beelzen told me. Boo hoo. I wasnt done. There was so much POTENTIAL here! But oh... Ooooooh yessss, later when all the pieces fall into place, THAT will be beautiful. True elegance! Grandeour! Oh, my oh my, how I LOVE this job!
"Yes, oh fuzzy one! Off to the night we go! Tally-ho!" I skipped merrily after the behemoth man and MAN did I feel good.
{2310- Emmisary City Ambassador Complex} I walked into the communications room and the same grotesque scene was before me. There was gore smeared everywhere, the bodies cut by some thin marks. I dont think anyone died peacefully. Looking, they all appeared to die of blood loss. I glanced around the room. Nothing was broken. All that was wrong with the entire buiding was that everyone was dead. But why would anyone come here just to kill everyone inside? This wasn't a rebel command building. It wasnt the only place with a long distance communicator. So why was it this building was singled out for this horrid act of carnage?
Thinking wasn't going to help. I went over to the holographic display of the communicator. It was 5 feet tall and sitting on the ground, a thing cylinder with a screen in front of it. Wires ran into the wall, likely to antennas and such. I moved a few things on the screen away until Iw as left with only the basic command screen. I inputted the code for the direct line to the Senate...
{1500 SHIP TIME- Octavian Armada, off of Sirius II} A single beep came from one of the ensign's consols. He pressed a button and spoke in a hushed voice to someone over the communicator. I leaned in closer to see what he was being said. After a few moments, the ensign closed the link.
"Ensign, report," I ordered, clearly referring to the call.
The young man scratched his head. "Sir... I... I'm not sure how to say this. The Senate received a support request, but... well, they have... Well sir, we have orders... But I'm not sure that you will like them...."
{2320- Emmisary City Ambassador Complex} I sighed. Good. Now that I had sent out the plea for help, another armada would arrive and assist the men here. Breifly I wondered who survived. The attackw was fast and brutal, the only people who would have made it were either out at the time or were mistaken for dead... I thought for a momentt. Maybe there was no detatchment anymore. Maybe they were all dead. The thought wasn't a pleasant one. If that was true, I had failed every dogma and principal that Admirals had to follow. It was our duty to lead people, be it to their deaths or to victory. But I didnt leave. We came under attack, and I couldnt get the command out to rally. It would have been a free for all.
I thought again. That Praetorian Guard. He died fighing for me. I watched him be stabbed and shot, and watched him go down. I couldn't remember much of the battle in general, but I knew he was dead. Likely a few SC's were alive. Some of them were out scouting and such... which also made me wonder, how did the insurgents get past all the scouts? It was a solid formation. There was NO way anyone could get in unseen...
I sat down in a chair near the communicator. My legs blissfully accepted the weight being lifted from them, and I fell asleep mere moments later.
{1545 SHIP TIME- Octavian Armada, off of Sirius II} "... Yes. Your right. It's not our buisness to question the Senate." The ensign shook his head as we walked back onto the bridge. "We have our orders. There must be reasons." I walked up to my seat in the middle of the bridge, and stood ridged. "Helmsman."
"Aye sir," a man said, below the raised platform and surrounded by monitors.
"Set course destination..." I blew air between my teeth. "... Set course for Daelanias. And prepare the cannon arrays," I added, the last part for the Gunnery Officer.
"Why, sir?" He asked, already opening a line to the other ships.
I looked straight ahead out the tinted glass of the bridge. "You have your orders," I said, and sat down.
If there was any kind of afterlife, I was going to be condemned for what was to happen for the rest of eternity...
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:41 PM |
I'm hopeless...
=END OF PART THREE= |
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Tesana
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:43 PM |
| Oh, Pappy, as for your comment, it's the beggining. I'm setting everything up. I'm actually rushing it compared to what I would like to do for the sake of making it convenient to read... |
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| 06 Apr 2012 11:44 PM |
Tesana, I was joking lol. I like it, ‡PÅPPY‡ |
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Chantroom
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| 07 Apr 2012 05:35 AM |
| I'm confused with the charecters, but it's still really good. |
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| 07 Apr 2012 11:18 AM |
| Its a great read. Ive read Rangers apprentince, Max Ride, Hunger Games, and more, but this story is almost close to them. I Thought as though i was the characters when i read. Then, theres the characters, after a while you start to loose who is who, in the story. Dont know if you can fix that now or not. But its still a good story. |
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Tesana
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| 07 Apr 2012 04:52 PM |
The point in alot of places is to be vauge. Just to clear what characters are what thus far:
The Unspecified Praetorian Guard: He's the one that will be mainly with the OSE forces, and will make references to a task he was meant to do.
Admiral Quarran: She's the one who's wandering the rebel-controled city. She doesn't know that there are any other OSE survivors.
Unspecified Admiral: He's the one who is commanding the ship. He has the most distinct setting.
Porsica: The raving lunatic who was in the first section of Part Three. He's the easiest one to tell, because his first concern is always killing people. |
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Tesana
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| 07 Apr 2012 05:41 PM |
{0200- OSE occupation force operational rally point} The Captain stood alone, hovering over a display screen showing the positions of the various squads. Sometimes he would say something into a microphone around his neck, and a staticy reply would come out of it. We stodd in a small clearing in the woods, alone, as everyone was either attacking the old fort or defending our little camp. It was simply assumed I would be enough to protect the Captain, plus he was far from incompitent himself. Of course, I wasn't much of a deterent to myself.
I had been trying to delay killing him for the past two hours. It wasn't that I had some kind of moral against it. The Captain was acting as the hub for all the soldiers. He was the overall command, him alone. If I killed him now, the troops on the assault would be without orders and fighting blind in the field. It was taking too long though. At this point, I had decided that if they had not won now, I could convince myself they likely werent going to win at all.
He was speaking calmly to some stuttering voice, relaying some kind of tactical information in the gibberish soldiers use to communicate. Honestly, what law was there that they couldn't speak like civilized human beings? Though he was doing nothing but standing there, his face was sweating a bit, and he wiped at his forehead with his gloved fingers. After a moment of silence, I thought that it would be better to just get it over with while he wasnt talking. That way, no order could be started and interrupted. I was waiting for no real reaason, it was quite immature, actually. If I have all this time to wait, how could I not have some kind of ominous one-liner to him? Well, it was simple, really. I'm not a creative person. Hence why I do what I do.
I shrugged once to myself. No reason to delay. I walked up behind him, keeping an easy pace. The Captain turned around to look, saw me, and dismissed it, returning to the display. It almost felt bad to have to do this to a man of honor. He had that little speech about dying a good death, and for his troops, it still applied. Of course, to him, it didn't. He would be killed here. Backstabbed. By the person meant to be protecting him. Honestly, it meant little to me. One moment he was standing, glancing at the map, and the next he was sluming down to the floor soundlessly. In one swift motion, I had drawn the doubleedge from it's sheath on my back, and sliced it cleanly across the back of his neck, severing his spine. Missing the artery, there wasn't much blood, but it didn't make him any less dead.
I looked around the clearing and nodded to myself. The soldiers attacking were to return here if they succeded, and if they were not back at camp in three more hours, a team would be sent to search this place. They would find the body. And next to it, they would find the form of a Praetorian Guard with a wound through his lower stomach. Bracing myself for the pain, I drew the pistol at my thigh and pressed it to my abdomen. If I took a wound to the torso, it would be far more believable that I had tried to fight off an attack. It could easily be portrayed as an attack that had happened and when I fell, which would be expected due to my existing injuries, they had left me for dead. Of course, that didn't make it somehow easy to willingly shoot yourself. One flash of pain, and I slipped into unconsiousness.
{0230- OSE Fleet En Rout To Daelanias} I grimaced, still thinking about the orders given. There were Octavians on the planet. How could the Senate give an order that would surely kill them? And not just the soldiers, what of any civilians that were not apart of the insurrection? There were two billion people living in OSE territory, not everyone could support this madness. How could I bombard the planet knowning there were innocent people being murdered by my command?
An ensign walked up to the raised platform and hailed. Waving my hand in dismissal, he spoke. "Sir, we checked the communication record again. No oustide signals tapped into it. The order really is from the Senate." He stood, waiting for some kind of confirmation I understood.
I shook my head sadly. "Does the Emperor know about this? He's not the sort to mindlessly muder his own people. He wouldn't allow this to happen... Which means that the Senate is acting on it's own accord... but why?" I thought vigorously. It didn't make sense. If the order wasn't accepted by the public, the Senate would be re-elected. So it wasn't a political move. Daelanias wasn't a planet that made enemies, so there wouldn't be a Senator with a vendetta against it spreading lies...
I burned through ideas quickly, trying to find something that fit. Maybe it was just to make an example? That would make some sense... but there were still soldiers and innocents. I knew the insurrection was big, but it wasn't enough to destroy the planet and make it uninhabitable. Daelanias was only just being colonized, it wasn't even officially part of the Empire. It was a large planet, that actually is home to a WIJ colony, too. Destroying it would be an act of war... which made the order make even LESS sense.
"Sir..." the ensign said, still standing there. "I can guess what your thinking. Allow me just to say that whatever happens, your just following orders." I didn't reply, still thinking. Yes, I was just following orders. But did that make it right? I cause the genocide of over two billion people, and it's all okay? I slumped my shoudlers, defeated. I made a desicion in my head. I would not bombard the planet right away. I needed to see what was happening. I would go against orders, but it was what was right. I needed to at least find survivors. The Senate could not complain about that... then what? Land and march against the rebels? Completely disregard an order clerly from the Senate?
Whatever happened, no path would be easy. I suddenly found myself regretting accepting the promotion to Admiral. "Honour and glory. You can serve the Empire more than you ever could as a Captain. Honour and glory..."
Honour and glory. Suddenly I was sick to my stomach of ever having believed those words. |
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| 07 Apr 2012 06:36 PM |
| DJ, I also read the ranger's aprentice, and I read the first Brotherband chronicle. |
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| 07 Apr 2012 11:46 PM |
{0420- Emmisary City Ambassador Complex} I woke up to the sound of an explosion. I jolted awake and fell out of the chair, falling flat on my face with force that surprised me i didn't hear bone break. Various forms of gunfire began echoing, and a few people were shouting. Trying to stand up, my legs groaning in protest, I felt about my person to make sure all my things were still there. The smell of blood was far less prominent in the room now, it all having dried. A few forms of insect like creatures were flying around the corpses, feasting on the flesh which would soon begind to rot. They were too interested in the bodies to bother me, so I walked over to the window and looked out.
A small firefight was going on. The sun had broken the horizon judging by the sky taking on it's normal orange color over the blackness of night, but it could not be seen over the buildings. I could hear the shouting clearer now. For the most part, it was forms of insults and such, telling me they werent properly trained soldiers but just some form of militants. Honestly, I was surprised by what some of I heard, and overall the fact this fight was happening.
"Loyalist currs!" "How could you betray the Emperor?!" "Hail Octavius!" "Those who suport the Empire must suffer!" The list went on. I honestly had not thought about the possibility that the insurrection may be denied by some, but thinking it was obvious. There were over two million Octavians living on this planet. If nothing else, some of them had to be from Octavius Prime, let alone just people who just support the Emperor. I had been running on the prejudice that all of them were rebels, but I suppose I was wrong. Of course, the information wouldn't have changed anything that happened. We had not gone into one of the two cities or any large settlemens, only assaulted camps and occupied villages. All it did was make think a little.
I shrugged the thought off. No reason to clog my head with irrelevant things. I glanced around the room again. I had seen bodies. I've been on battlefields after the battle was over. And the way that died still was alien to me. Every single one of them died from several small cuts on their body. The way they died, quite simply, made it seem they were toyed with. I couldn't imagine anyone who would do something like this, especially with an insurrection going on. I shrugged again. Again, useless thoughts.
I took one last look out the window, watching the two factions fight. It was sloppy and unprofessional, but nobody down there was a professional. Turning around, I walked to the door to go back to wandering, trying to decide on my next move.
{1300- Forest, 160 kilometers west of Emmisary City} I woke up to find myself looking up at the sky. I couldn't get any comprehensive thought going, as the pain from my self-induced wound was screaming in agony. The pain didn't lessen, but after a moment I managed to block it out, and look around. I was on my back on a large tarp, surrounded by other forms limply on the floor. A few stirred randomly, shifting their positions. Beyond them were a few randomly and unogranized portable buildings. Nobody was on their feet that I could see. After a moment of thought, I realised that this wasnt the location we had been using as a base. I should have been under a large roof, put on a gel matress on the floor. Not on a tarp left out in the sun. With the lack of anyone around and the diffrent setting, I grasped a candid reality.
Something was wrong.
Though the pain was dreadful, I had spent years learning how to ignore it, and I staggered to my feet. A voice from behind my called out, "Don't try to stand!" I looked behind me and saw a pilot jogging up to the tarp. "You're hurt, you may kill yourself, and we need anyone we can get."
I stretched a bit. They had used a RegeCat, short for regeneratinal catalyst, on me, as it was healed, the area covered in new, soft pink skin. That I could see it, I also noticed I was completely naked. Including my face. Instinctively, I went up and felt for the fabric of the hood over the metal helmet, but I only felt my face. "Where's my armour?" I asked, not bothering to try and cover myself. That would only make it more awkward.
The Pilot made a face. "We took it off. RegeCat only works on exposed skin. Redressing the wounded would be too much work, and we don't have enough people to even try to." He looked around, with a face that was looking for someone else to take over.
I asked the other question that was bothering me. "Where is everyone?"
The pilot shook his head. "Dead. After you and the Captain got attacked... oh... eh... that's the first you... Well, you see, the Captain died after you went down. They took you for dead, I suppose. But after they killed him, the attack fell apart. Without the Captain to guide them, they all just fell back to the camp, ignoring the rally point. The rebels followed... there were alot of them. We fought, but they just kept coming. Eventually they pulled out, but the damage was done. Only one in seven made it out, and there werent a whole lot to begin with. We're the remnants or remnants. We only just stopped moving an hour ago. We had to ditch most of the ships. We have three Wasp's operational, along with a Kestrel... but thats it. They hauled what little they could... just a few portables. We're almost completely out of ammo. Honestly, I don't think we'll last a week."
I sighed. I knew killing the Captain would cause problems, but this was unexpected. At this point, there was nothing I could do to try and complete my task. It was just survival now. But it I failed, I knew that he would kill me.
Either way, I'll be dead in a short order.
{1600- Octavius Prime Capitol, Eagle District} I hate, hate hate hate, HATE, hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehateHAAAATE, politicians. All they care about is power and their petty desires. They're the ones who make the laws that stop the killing. And what is life without killing? I'll tell you! BORING! It's boring! No sir, people suck! Everyone needs to die, and make everything beautiful! Have blood everywhere! Corpses piled in the streets! Have nothing but echos of life hit my ears! I shoudn't be here. I should be out making my dream reality! But no, jobs are jobs, and it needed to be closed. Our wonderful friend would be meeting us with the money. I don't know why he wanted the Ambassador Complex on Daelanias cleared. But who cares? I got to kill people, and Envalius gets his money. Everyone wins!
The man turned the corner. He had on a mask with a silver trim, just because it could. He wore the uniform of a Senator, and it was seamless, the dream image of one. "You did well. She sent the call." He handed me a small chip. "The credit codes are on there. Good day." He turned to leave.
"Oh mister, mistermister! Would you answer a question?" The Senator turned around and shrugged. "If you were only going to forge the order for the armada to go to Daelanias, why did you bother having her call?"
The Senator did the shug, perfectly mimicing his movement from a moment ago. "Complicated. Everything is set in a way that when it all happens, consequences will be focused on several factors. It's a simple plan, but delicate. All is going well." He turned to leave again, his hands clasmed behind his back. "I likely will have more for you to do. Good day." He walked off down the road, and people made way for him as he walked. I looked around, seeing good ol' Eagle Square. I had never been to the Capitol. Just thinking about all the people here made me want to sing. So I set off, likely to ruin a few lives by ending many others. I had time to kill, may as well have fun with it.
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{1630 Daelanias Time- OSE Fleet orbiting Daelanias} A hologram screen suddenly flared to life in front of me. A man covered in soot, oil and who knows what else was grinning at my fiercely. "Hello, Eiseban! How are you?!" he said, as if it had been ages since we last spoke.
"It's just 'sir' to you, Haelus," I said, though I knew he would never properly use it. Ranid Haelus was the Ordinace Overseer, and he was casual with everybody no matter the situation. I had been constantly checking on him, as I was trying to stay on top of everything that was going on. "Do we have a landing force ready?" I asked, knowing the answer but feeling compelled to make sure.
He tapped his chest. "You wound me with you doubt," he said mockingly, "but yes, it's all ready. We have a few Whisps currently scouting the landing area."
"So fast? I only gave the scouting order a few minutes ago."
Haelus nodded once, and waved his arms, presenting himself. "I work magic, my leige. Huzzah." I sank deeper into my chair. Soon there would be men on the ground. They would take the Emmisary City Citadel and hold it down for a few days. A mass evacuation was planned. It would take a long while, as we only had so many cerebral scanners to detect who felt hostile towards the soldiers around them. After the landing force and whatever people came to them were lifted off the planet, it would be bombarded. I had someone messaging the WIJ colony to get them to do the same. Of course, they didn't have an insurrection to complicate things, nor did they have possible remnants of a previous landing force possibly out in the wilderness.
"Good," I said to the screen. "Make sure the force has enough food to last. End of line." I cut the connection, and the screen flashed away. I went back to thinking about the demented order. It wasn't like the Senate to respond so quickly to anything, nor so harshly. I just didn't understand it...
{1800- Emmisary City Centre} I watched the transports fly by overhead, completely ignorant of the fact they were ignoring me. Of course, I had no way to signal them. They were flying somewhat east-ward, actually the direction I was walking. No random checkpoints had blocked my path for some time now, and nobody had gotten in my way, so my mood had improved. I still hated the fact I wasn't wearing any kind of armour. The absence of the familiar weight was noticable as I walked at a brisk pace down the street.
One moment it was quiet, then suddenly there was a roar as several guns began firing at once. I looked up, and saw several ships be suddenly ripped apart by various forms of anti-air fire. After a moment of the slaughter, a few fighters appered, shedding the cloak they had been using apperantly. Torpedoes streaked from them, and the rooftops of several buildings were suddenly alight in a bright explosion. In mere seconds everything was quiet again, but I, just where I was standing, had saw four transport ships brought down. Adding to my dismay, not a single one landed near me. Sighing silently, I continued the endless walking.
Transport ships. That meant one of two things. Either more had survived the attack on the OB than I had thought, or there was another fleet orbiting overhead. I hoped that the cruisers and such would stay in orbit. I had made the mistake of landing mine, and not one had survived the attack, not even my flagship.
In a flash, I suddenly realized what was likely going on. They were going to evacuate the city. Those ships were likely going off to some kind of rally point, and I guessed it was the Citadel. If they were here to pick up my remnants, they would be out in the wilderness. But because they are in the city, they wanted to pick up civilians. If they really were evacuating the planet, there werent many reasons why. Either they were going to raze the planet, or it was under attack. And considering there was an entire armada up there, there would be no reason to evacuate if it was an attack. So they were going to bombard the planet. Which despite the obviousness of it, there was no logic. I got there was the insurrection, but what thinking supported making the planet desolate? It didn't make sense.
Of course, useless thoughts needed to be done away with. When I got to the evacuation site, my questions would be answered.
{0130- Remnants Camp} I was sick. My body was clearly fighting some kind of disease. Soldiers are required to be pumped full of all kinds of vaccines, which meant this was a subtle native pathogen. Normally the infection would be done away with simply, but we had no means to do so in the rugged camp in the woods we had. Spasms continuously took control of my body, and every bit of fluid in my stomach was retched up. If it didn't clear up, the sad truth of it was I was going to die. Which couldn't happen. I wasn't done yet. And it would be embarrasing. All the moments I could have had some sort of honourable death, I survived. But no, I get to die because of an infection.
Horray for me...
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| 12 Apr 2012 04:57 PM |
| when am i going to be in this legitimate story? |
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| 13 Apr 2012 12:19 AM |
| Imperiumz, I'm still thinking if I should bother adding people... Like I said, this is all meant to be just made up, putting Roblox stuff into an actual universe... Thinking about it, and debating what to put for the next post. Trying to intertwine the stories... |
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