A house divided
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 7:24 pm
Gunnery Sargent Harrison Jackson's heart hammered as massive anti-matter shells screamed through the air and then exploded violently only meters from him. Their shock waves resonated heavily in heavily in his chest and burned his retinas. "Squad! Transform and advance!" he cried into the neural network. Instantly from their compression gear their power armor expanded and encompassed them. Over the ridge they were running up, the now thousands of monstrous looking robots could visually see Terra City with out an spectral aid.
Drawing up the battle plan in his mind via the neural network. In real time he could see the battle going down. Why is there no resistance? They are leaving their people to be slaughtered Jackson thought to himself. He almost felt a swell of pity for them, he could after all hear the cries of civilians being slaughtered when his men reported to him. Then he remembered the Ceti incident, his unit was the first called upon for rescue missions; if they could be called that, it was more like clean up.
Several weeks earlier
Life went on as usual in Station Ceti 2. It was a simple customs station with a moderate civilian presence on the Terran side of the jump gate to void space.
Walking through the promenade on the observation deck Laura Green was watching her children play in the faux gardens. She smiled lightly as she would occasionally look in one of he window shops. As an immigrant to Metallinauts she was marveled by the sheer technological gap between her fledgling home system and this ancient people. Then it struck.
A massive white flash and a horrendous screech of metal being warped. She quickly whipped around and saw her children sucked into the vacuum of space. She silently shrieked in horror as she saw them sublimate in to red clouds. Then the second blast hit.
Through the safety fields of the newly torn open section of her station, she could see the ring below her entirely explode. She gasped in horror as the battleship docked with station also was ripped apart in a violent blue and white explosion.
She dropped to her knees in violent sobs, her husband was on that ship and now her children are gone as well. The the next blast came from a few hundred meters down the promenade. A large piece of shrapnel sheered her legs off as she stood to see what was going on. The pain was undefinable. She lay there in the midst of fatal chaos seeing her bloody legs a few meters away, still erect as if she were standing. She was growing cold from blood loss and shock; seconds later she passed out.
A few hours she awoke to a violent shaking. Her vision was blurred and she had no recollection of any kind. When her sight settled she saw the face of a young man, empathy filled his eyes. He looked away from her and screamed something, what he screamed she had no idea. She would soon again go unconscious but before she did she heard urgent voices and felt a small prick in her side and then she felt as if she were floating, lights out.
After a day or so Laura found herself in the medical bay of a hospital ship. She had no idea what her fate was to be.
Drawing up the battle plan in his mind via the neural network. In real time he could see the battle going down. Why is there no resistance? They are leaving their people to be slaughtered Jackson thought to himself. He almost felt a swell of pity for them, he could after all hear the cries of civilians being slaughtered when his men reported to him. Then he remembered the Ceti incident, his unit was the first called upon for rescue missions; if they could be called that, it was more like clean up.
Several weeks earlier
Life went on as usual in Station Ceti 2. It was a simple customs station with a moderate civilian presence on the Terran side of the jump gate to void space.
Walking through the promenade on the observation deck Laura Green was watching her children play in the faux gardens. She smiled lightly as she would occasionally look in one of he window shops. As an immigrant to Metallinauts she was marveled by the sheer technological gap between her fledgling home system and this ancient people. Then it struck.
A massive white flash and a horrendous screech of metal being warped. She quickly whipped around and saw her children sucked into the vacuum of space. She silently shrieked in horror as she saw them sublimate in to red clouds. Then the second blast hit.
Through the safety fields of the newly torn open section of her station, she could see the ring below her entirely explode. She gasped in horror as the battleship docked with station also was ripped apart in a violent blue and white explosion.
She dropped to her knees in violent sobs, her husband was on that ship and now her children are gone as well. The the next blast came from a few hundred meters down the promenade. A large piece of shrapnel sheered her legs off as she stood to see what was going on. The pain was undefinable. She lay there in the midst of fatal chaos seeing her bloody legs a few meters away, still erect as if she were standing. She was growing cold from blood loss and shock; seconds later she passed out.
A few hours she awoke to a violent shaking. Her vision was blurred and she had no recollection of any kind. When her sight settled she saw the face of a young man, empathy filled his eyes. He looked away from her and screamed something, what he screamed she had no idea. She would soon again go unconscious but before she did she heard urgent voices and felt a small prick in her side and then she felt as if she were floating, lights out.
After a day or so Laura found herself in the medical bay of a hospital ship. She had no idea what her fate was to be.