Guy guys guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys!! Hey you in the back! SHUT UP AND LISTEN! I HAVE BIG NEWS!!!! EEK! I just made the sound of a Justin Bieber fan girl would make.....haha dude this thing does not know how to write his last name that's funny. Anyways back to the news.
I am pumped for NaNoWriMo. Yes I am really really.....wait for it....really pumped!! YAAHOO! Lol dude this has been crazy but like today Mr.A said "I really like morally Ambiguous Characters." Now for me that sparked a short story. I will attempt to write it for you.
Skin tanned by the wind, the rustic red of a Native American so evident in this mighty mans face. His face is square not much unlike a bulldogs, for his eyes hold a fierceness that is stunning to behold. When he looks gaze a normal man would get the heck out of dodge. His broad shoulders fill a traditional business suit. He continues to role them like he is agitated. He black leather clad feet scuff the ground. Toes going tip tap. Tip Tap. Tappty. Tappity. Tapping out a beat.
One, two pause, three four five, those last three in quick succession. Again and again. His head looks around the lightly furnished office. A few plaques stating that this man he was meeting was very important. He sat in a simple blue chair with no arms. A brown brief case sitting in his lap, his fingers tapping out a faster paced beat.
"Sir...what was your prior work experience?" a slightly fat man sat across from him. A thick wood desk between them.
"Ohh....military." His voice was gruff. He could not hide the scares on his neck.
"Which branch? If you don't mind me asking." A small chuckles out of the mans devilish face.
"Ohh... not official branch. Private contractor work. Heh. Heh." A dry croaking rasp for a laugh. "Served in several places. But I want to help kids now." He seemed to squirm for a second.
"Sir...I am not allowed to hire you people."
"Your people?"
"Contractors...not fit for this environment. Don't need people with your kind of scaring helping out on social cases. You know?"
"No I don't know!! I can't find a decent job without getting kicked to the curb every time! Have a pleasant day." He rose to his feet and calmly walked out of the room. Another job blown because of his past job. Back to standing outside of a bar in the Seattle rain dealing with addicts, wife beaters, drunks, and navy.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
LOL
I cant wait for graduation. I cant wait to be done with school to get all of my current burdens off my shoulders and just move on in life. I already have a high paying job (Higher than minimum wage) which makes me enough money to live okayly. Dude like for real you ever have one of those weeks were it seems like your the new mental patient for Jigsaw? The guy from Saw? But instead of killing you he is messing with your head and seeing how much he can mess with you before you snap?
Yeah that's been me. I swear I am out for punishment.
Yeah that's been me. I swear I am out for punishment.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Last ditch
His people had been wiped out. Their body's scattered across a thousand worlds, their home world burned and than the body parts still circle it in an every constant field. He had once command army's in the millions and dictated the lives of entire regions of space. Wars had swept entire sectors of space in his one sadistic rampages. He was King, he was God.
The King was a monster in the term of his power if not constrained to a body or object would go rampant and create black holes from it's massive fluctuation or make a star go super nova. Which it did in the several hundred eons from when his mortal body had died and than the Guardian had breathed new life into him. Apparently in his long absence his energy had even began to create stars. Not just small ones but some that were much larger than Earth puny little runt of a star. His mind wandered as he figured out how to project himself across space but not let himself go rampant. He knew the system would be wiped out by his sheer presence.
The forces at his command were churning in a swirling vortex of hatred and insanity. If you were sane you would turn and run from this cosmic being. This monstrosity that the galaxy had tried it's damned best to make sure it would never come back. But all it did was make him stronger. It angered him. It poked him and teased him. What was once an infant was now hell to be unleashed.
It would take his entire surviving species to keep his power in check. It would take their combined strengths and knowledge to keep his world bending, star creating madness under control.
"My people, begin." He sat in the middle. The white mask on his face. His body perfectly still. His breathing slowing ever and ever down. Slowly his heart slowed aswell.
"My our power protect us." Their voices rose as one.
"Thruum Ouhm Doulmmmmm" Those three words rose from three hundred. Their unifying tone began to form in a physical shell. For one crucial second the King's energy hung their unleashed. Lightning flashed out. Striking them. For dozens of light years they would notice the immense shifts of power across this one sector of space. Screams lit up their chamber. Tears were openly shed in pain.
"DRUM ULOM! GULM!" Their force eventually brought him under control. With so much power they doubted themselves. How could they contain this beast. But they somehow managed to quell him and his energy's.
Using his massive influence the King shaped a wormhole and moved through it to no more than ten thousand kilometers from Garris.
Almost before he was through the wormhole the King began to grab Garris's missiles. Than picking up a dozen or so asteroids he flung them towards the ship.
"I am here you upstart."
The Hurun fleet watched as the Gamma Radiation came their way. Instead of sitting there, the fleet split apart to dodge it. The Vega yanked out of the way.
The missile spam was now being countered due to the fact of having six fully functioning battleships. Their weapons were stopping close to sixty percent of missiles. Even though they were no separated by massive gulfs they still crossed referenced each other. The frigates were keeping tight to their respective battle groups. And far out front was the Sword group. Now eighty six light seconds apart the Sword battle group, with it's three battleships, the Meditative, the Valor, and the Vega continued forward. And than they dropped their missiles. The two fully working battleships spitting them out as fast as their machines could handle it.
"Launch the MAC cannons!" The massive ships began to spit out their MAC rounds.
"Rest of the fleet abort and flee!"
The King was a monster in the term of his power if not constrained to a body or object would go rampant and create black holes from it's massive fluctuation or make a star go super nova. Which it did in the several hundred eons from when his mortal body had died and than the Guardian had breathed new life into him. Apparently in his long absence his energy had even began to create stars. Not just small ones but some that were much larger than Earth puny little runt of a star. His mind wandered as he figured out how to project himself across space but not let himself go rampant. He knew the system would be wiped out by his sheer presence.
The forces at his command were churning in a swirling vortex of hatred and insanity. If you were sane you would turn and run from this cosmic being. This monstrosity that the galaxy had tried it's damned best to make sure it would never come back. But all it did was make him stronger. It angered him. It poked him and teased him. What was once an infant was now hell to be unleashed.
It would take his entire surviving species to keep his power in check. It would take their combined strengths and knowledge to keep his world bending, star creating madness under control.
"My people, begin." He sat in the middle. The white mask on his face. His body perfectly still. His breathing slowing ever and ever down. Slowly his heart slowed aswell.
"My our power protect us." Their voices rose as one.
"Thruum Ouhm Doulmmmmm" Those three words rose from three hundred. Their unifying tone began to form in a physical shell. For one crucial second the King's energy hung their unleashed. Lightning flashed out. Striking them. For dozens of light years they would notice the immense shifts of power across this one sector of space. Screams lit up their chamber. Tears were openly shed in pain.
"DRUM ULOM! GULM!" Their force eventually brought him under control. With so much power they doubted themselves. How could they contain this beast. But they somehow managed to quell him and his energy's.
Using his massive influence the King shaped a wormhole and moved through it to no more than ten thousand kilometers from Garris.
Almost before he was through the wormhole the King began to grab Garris's missiles. Than picking up a dozen or so asteroids he flung them towards the ship.
"I am here you upstart."
The Hurun fleet watched as the Gamma Radiation came their way. Instead of sitting there, the fleet split apart to dodge it. The Vega yanked out of the way.
The missile spam was now being countered due to the fact of having six fully functioning battleships. Their weapons were stopping close to sixty percent of missiles. Even though they were no separated by massive gulfs they still crossed referenced each other. The frigates were keeping tight to their respective battle groups. And far out front was the Sword group. Now eighty six light seconds apart the Sword battle group, with it's three battleships, the Meditative, the Valor, and the Vega continued forward. And than they dropped their missiles. The two fully working battleships spitting them out as fast as their machines could handle it.
"Launch the MAC cannons!" The massive ships began to spit out their MAC rounds.
"Rest of the fleet abort and flee!"
Tortured
I remembered the pain of training. Of ten years of brutal and near death beatings, of being kidnapped from my family when I was four. How from day one I had been trained on how to kill and survive. How there had been a hundred of us all standing there. And year after year more and more of us were forced out. Due to medical, mental, or other reasons. That was until we reached 13. At thirteen we were then augmented. Our bones were plated with metal, a mix or Iron and Adationum, a lightweight but strong metal, this mix made it so our bones could handle a two hundred foot free fall with no cushion. But this in turn made us extremely heavy. So they added servos and little nanobots to our muscles and joints so we can move faster.
So we could move faster. But then in theory they said our eyes couldn't track our speed so we had retinal enhancing chips which increased the speed our eyes could pick up things. But realizing our brains and ears could not keep up so we had wires implanted in our skulls. Well Nanowires one that moved information at thousands of times faster than a normal Hurun could. My brain became quite literally a Supercomputer on steroids.
They called us the Tortured. And rightfully so. All of us were put through hell. All to end some bloody rebellion. And we did. And now five years after it’s end, after the conquest of System 1 I, only one, was being sent to some god forsaken world to lay siege to it.
Command bridge
The ships dropped down. Curving to slow the time until the missiles hit. The fleet slowed down to barely a crawl.
“Okay bring up the Counter Jamming techs! I want a gravitonic sweep of the area to see if there is anything out there! Cross reference on light shadow time delay fields! Check for abnormal amount of radiation! If we Cross all three in front of each other that should bring it down by fifty percent.” Johnson prayed to his gods as he said this.
“Sir the marks went down from one hundred thousand missiles to sixty eight thousand missiles. I bet if we had more time we could bring that down to forty five but oh well. Forty five seconds.”
Johnson nodded.
“Have all anti Missile batteries brought up and open fire. Have a double spread. Neighboring ships are to fire across at as many missiles as possible.” as Johnson was saying that a shadow stepped forth. Standing six foot six, he was a giant for the Hurun.
“Sir. I suggest you drop the gravity and just let the magnetic boots keep us oriented.” Johnson jumped.
“Ex-Eighty Five....nice to know your every present. But yes.” The fleet dropped it’s gravity and slowly took power away from less than necessary systems.
“Okay, take out those missiles!”
The fleet opened up with shots being launched from it’s insane amount of rail guns. Thousands of rounds were being put out to do their best to stop the overly large missile spam waves.
In the battle at System 1 Hurun had lost one full battleship to a missile salvo. The ship had suffered damage that the Hurun did not expect it to take, but it dredged on. Now a similar situation but scaled up by hundreds. The ships using cross reference technology were able to score a fifty fifty rate of take down on missiles. But the ones that slipped in, like System 1 the first few dozen did nothing to the smaller ships, the much larger battle cruisers and up they shrugged them off. But the frigates and cruisers began to suffer heavy damage to their shields. After a few more several violent explosions could be seen on their surface.
The larger ships continued to fight on. Their shields slowly draining. But after ten or so minutes of near continuous barrage of fire. And what seemed like it missile attack was waning, using their shadow to light difference checks, the gravatonic wave shifts and than simple light pings. They reached out and found the clusters of ships and began to race forward despite damage.
OOC: Sorry for it being over a week or more. Life threw a few curve balls my way. But back.
So we could move faster. But then in theory they said our eyes couldn't track our speed so we had retinal enhancing chips which increased the speed our eyes could pick up things. But realizing our brains and ears could not keep up so we had wires implanted in our skulls. Well Nanowires one that moved information at thousands of times faster than a normal Hurun could. My brain became quite literally a Supercomputer on steroids.
They called us the Tortured. And rightfully so. All of us were put through hell. All to end some bloody rebellion. And we did. And now five years after it’s end, after the conquest of System 1 I, only one, was being sent to some god forsaken world to lay siege to it.
Command bridge
The ships dropped down. Curving to slow the time until the missiles hit. The fleet slowed down to barely a crawl.
“Okay bring up the Counter Jamming techs! I want a gravitonic sweep of the area to see if there is anything out there! Cross reference on light shadow time delay fields! Check for abnormal amount of radiation! If we Cross all three in front of each other that should bring it down by fifty percent.” Johnson prayed to his gods as he said this.
“Sir the marks went down from one hundred thousand missiles to sixty eight thousand missiles. I bet if we had more time we could bring that down to forty five but oh well. Forty five seconds.”
Johnson nodded.
“Have all anti Missile batteries brought up and open fire. Have a double spread. Neighboring ships are to fire across at as many missiles as possible.” as Johnson was saying that a shadow stepped forth. Standing six foot six, he was a giant for the Hurun.
“Sir. I suggest you drop the gravity and just let the magnetic boots keep us oriented.” Johnson jumped.
“Ex-Eighty Five....nice to know your every present. But yes.” The fleet dropped it’s gravity and slowly took power away from less than necessary systems.
“Okay, take out those missiles!”
The fleet opened up with shots being launched from it’s insane amount of rail guns. Thousands of rounds were being put out to do their best to stop the overly large missile spam waves.
In the battle at System 1 Hurun had lost one full battleship to a missile salvo. The ship had suffered damage that the Hurun did not expect it to take, but it dredged on. Now a similar situation but scaled up by hundreds. The ships using cross reference technology were able to score a fifty fifty rate of take down on missiles. But the ones that slipped in, like System 1 the first few dozen did nothing to the smaller ships, the much larger battle cruisers and up they shrugged them off. But the frigates and cruisers began to suffer heavy damage to their shields. After a few more several violent explosions could be seen on their surface.
The larger ships continued to fight on. Their shields slowly draining. But after ten or so minutes of near continuous barrage of fire. And what seemed like it missile attack was waning, using their shadow to light difference checks, the gravatonic wave shifts and than simple light pings. They reached out and found the clusters of ships and began to race forward despite damage.
OOC: Sorry for it being over a week or more. Life threw a few curve balls my way. But back.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Its back
I am running down a slanted hall way. Something is scratching the ground behind me. I can hear it's looped footsteps.It's breathing it excited. I pick up my pace. Somehow I have enough energy to run faster. I have been running for such a long time. But this thing wants to kill me. I can sense it's gaze on the back of my neck. The cold dark icy gaze, the hairs on my neck stand up again. I slowed down. I run again. My energy is low. I need help.
"Cameron, you late to play!!" That voice!! It has to be my inner child. That or a demon is haunting me. Noooo.......NOOOO....NNNNNNOOOOO!!! I panic I freak. I scream and cry and spin in circles. A thousand knives stab me from all directions. Fear grips my heart, something grabs it and squeezes. Tighter. Tighter. I feel it slowing. I am dying. I just thought of him....no I thought he was gone! Is he? My tormentor.
But...but...my mind is drawing black. I know your gone....wait not he...you....your back. I can feel you. Your out there waiting for something. Again. For the chance to try and take my life or my soul or my courage. You were after me for over a decade!! Was I not played with enough?! You made sure I could not sleep!!
"HA! Feel the fear HosKing." That same voice. Rocks scratching across rocks. But deep enough to make the earth shake. I scream.
"Cameron, you late to play!!" That voice!! It has to be my inner child. That or a demon is haunting me. Noooo.......NOOOO....NNNNNNOOOOO!!! I panic I freak. I scream and cry and spin in circles. A thousand knives stab me from all directions. Fear grips my heart, something grabs it and squeezes. Tighter. Tighter. I feel it slowing. I am dying. I just thought of him....no I thought he was gone! Is he? My tormentor.
But...but...my mind is drawing black. I know your gone....wait not he...you....your back. I can feel you. Your out there waiting for something. Again. For the chance to try and take my life or my soul or my courage. You were after me for over a decade!! Was I not played with enough?! You made sure I could not sleep!!
"HA! Feel the fear HosKing." That same voice. Rocks scratching across rocks. But deep enough to make the earth shake. I scream.
?????????
Life has been so crazy. I have been rushed from one thing to the next with a set of nearly permanent handicaps. You see I am not a person who likes to sit around and do nothing. I need a challenge or...or...or... something!! I always rush forward I always look for some one to help. I hate being alone for more than a day or two at a time. I need something to drive me forward. I charge head first into things and now I have people telling me that I am their role model!! HAHA! Can you see that? A group of guys basing how they act and do stuff based on what I do?!?! AHHH!!
And every one says I am such a natural leader. Sure a strict one, a tough one who expects the best out of his other leaders, but they say a natural one. I have people within a week, barely knowing me making such statements as "I would trust my life to you." That scares me to no ends of this planet or universe!! I have people willing to put their lives in my hands! What am I supposed to do? GAH RAH! I...I...I...I am expected to lead and know what to do, on how to do things, what direction the group needs to take. Sure I am the ASB president, I have six years of general knowledge, I have been in positions from Secretary to Presidents. I have been to two leadership camps, in the space of one summer, one was about PERSONAL and the other groups and servant leadership. I have been to four church camps, I have been a mentor/youthleader off and on for a year now.
I have experienced allot in life. More than most 17 year old guys ever should, no boy at 15 should have to step up and raise his two younger siblings. To lose hair and try to find a job, to hear his old man say "I am leaving because of you" But yet somehow I survived! I am hear still yelling, still starring down the world saying "BRING IT ON!!" I am only smarter and stronger because of this and the biggest thing in my life?! GOD! I would be nothing without the eternal love of God and Jesus Christ. I was going down dark paths and only reason I am alive, is God put some amazing people in my life and had them step in and make huge changes for me.
I was, by threat of kidnapping mind you, asked to go to youth group So I went. I thought it was the biggest scam on the planet, such a hoax and lie. Than I met a few guys, and a few more, than I met the youth pastor. After a couple weeks, I started talking to the girls, or they me, I am still confused. And than I began to attend church. All to shut up my christian friends. But life changes slowly.
And every one says I am such a natural leader. Sure a strict one, a tough one who expects the best out of his other leaders, but they say a natural one. I have people within a week, barely knowing me making such statements as "I would trust my life to you." That scares me to no ends of this planet or universe!! I have people willing to put their lives in my hands! What am I supposed to do? GAH RAH! I...I...I...I am expected to lead and know what to do, on how to do things, what direction the group needs to take. Sure I am the ASB president, I have six years of general knowledge, I have been in positions from Secretary to Presidents. I have been to two leadership camps, in the space of one summer, one was about PERSONAL and the other groups and servant leadership. I have been to four church camps, I have been a mentor/youthleader off and on for a year now.
I have experienced allot in life. More than most 17 year old guys ever should, no boy at 15 should have to step up and raise his two younger siblings. To lose hair and try to find a job, to hear his old man say "I am leaving because of you" But yet somehow I survived! I am hear still yelling, still starring down the world saying "BRING IT ON!!" I am only smarter and stronger because of this and the biggest thing in my life?! GOD! I would be nothing without the eternal love of God and Jesus Christ. I was going down dark paths and only reason I am alive, is God put some amazing people in my life and had them step in and make huge changes for me.
I was, by threat of kidnapping mind you, asked to go to youth group So I went. I thought it was the biggest scam on the planet, such a hoax and lie. Than I met a few guys, and a few more, than I met the youth pastor. After a couple weeks, I started talking to the girls, or they me, I am still confused. And than I began to attend church. All to shut up my christian friends. But life changes slowly.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Sorry was away
Defeats
"Captain, deploy anti-jamming tech. And release our own. Make sure it interrupts communications with their dreadnoughts and those missile pods." The Captain of the Vega's Vengeance nodded and they released one of dozens of possible Jamming techs they had. But for now they only used it.
"Okay, have the Ion Cannon hit their foremost battle fort. Launch two kinetic rounds as well. Than bring fleet up to half speed of light." The massive dreadnought visibly shook from the firing from the Ion Cannon. A visible white rod of light shot forward, a swirling energy hell bent are tearing through shields and matter like it was a rabid wolf infected with hate. The two kinetic rounds raced across space to slam into the massive shielding of the very same fort.
Sire Josh was always amazed by the acceleration of Hurun ships, some how they could be faster than any other ship they had met so far. And here was a fleet of warships going half the speed of light. In formation. He was honored to be their Admiral.
One moment in life
A shining example
One moment of greatness to define
The urge to protect to help
few hear it fewer follow it
Greatest moment one sentence two words
Defeats Depression
D-d-d-d-depression
Deception
Deceitful
Despising
Disgusted
Disgusting
Depression
Depression
Down
The walls close
darkness sets in
life sucked up like Jello through a straw
closing doors one persons life hangs in the balance
A light A light
A bright streaming light
bloodied hands reaching, grasping, calling out,
Defeated Lays Depression
Wacky
Soaring Eagle
food
God is Mad
food
Jumping bird
hate man
Cold
Freezing limps
thumps of feet
cracking of frost
glistens the sun off of icy dew
breath labored
winter is soon
Hectic
Hectic
Spinning
Rushing
Rushing!!
Going going!
Smack!
Stab!
Picked up spun upside down
Face slammed
Icy waters
WAKE UP!
What was that?!
Life never stops!
Blank
The blank slate
Many claim to see
fewer claim to write
one claims to hear.
??
To yearn is to be human
to want is to be human
to give is to be alien
to love is to be alien
to be human is to be.
Story part
Invasion
The Holy Empire of Hurun was not genocidal as much as very violent isolationists. Their Empire preferred to be set off from the rest of the galaxy and when mankind crossed them they had responded out of fear. They had attacked and launched several attacks on the new comers. But it was not Genocide they were looking for, but the local planet had been caught in a fight and it's populations had been killed by accident. The Hurun let the Parth form their own ideas about them.
Hurun's home world was still lush and rich after the many years of warfare. It's great forests still rose and in fact were growing now since the people no longer required them to use. It's eighty billion people had built several dozen space stations to orbit their home world. They did not expand in the sense of colonizing, they expanded to mine, to build, but to live most of their species lived around the home world in several dozen space stations. Which were a mixture of ship yards, civilians and military camps. They had built a strong self reliant nation. And as such, they did not like outsiders.
And the Parth were the number one enemy to the Hurun. Their first meeting had been a bloody one with nearly a thousand dying on the Hurun side alone. Now after several years the Hurun were launching a full scale attack on the Parth. One at one of their military worlds. It was close to 8 light years away. Or two weeks of travel.
And the Hurun Emperor was waiting to meet with the Harkback. He was hoping to chisel out a basic format of a semi friendly existence with them, since the Parth seemed to soak up most of their forces. Even though they were spread across four systems, they preferred the safety of Hurun, and the Harkback would be the perfect fit allies.
Hurun's home world was still lush and rich after the many years of warfare. It's great forests still rose and in fact were growing now since the people no longer required them to use. It's eighty billion people had built several dozen space stations to orbit their home world. They did not expand in the sense of colonizing, they expanded to mine, to build, but to live most of their species lived around the home world in several dozen space stations. Which were a mixture of ship yards, civilians and military camps. They had built a strong self reliant nation. And as such, they did not like outsiders.
And the Parth were the number one enemy to the Hurun. Their first meeting had been a bloody one with nearly a thousand dying on the Hurun side alone. Now after several years the Hurun were launching a full scale attack on the Parth. One at one of their military worlds. It was close to 8 light years away. Or two weeks of travel.
And the Hurun Emperor was waiting to meet with the Harkback. He was hoping to chisel out a basic format of a semi friendly existence with them, since the Parth seemed to soak up most of their forces. Even though they were spread across four systems, they preferred the safety of Hurun, and the Harkback would be the perfect fit allies.
Invasion part two
Hurun was by no means a young nation but it was not ancient either. As far as their archaeological sites could tell the species was only eight thousand years old. But yet the sites on their home world suggested than that a higher intelligence had once lived on the planet and elevated them. Something at one time had taken them from small pack hunters into smart hunter gatherers and than left. Hurun had experienced eight thousand years in a hectic strugglel against their planet and other species it appeared.
If a ship was to enter Hurun system they would first off notice the amount of stations in system, and than second they would notice what would appear to be marks from Ion cannon use on the home world and its moons. The radiation levels would still be higher than what you would expect from a battle that had taken place thirty years prior. Which had forced the Hurun to build up their military, first they had practiced with just frigates, but after a small engagement and a fifty percent lose they introduced cruisers. A cruiser was a block of weapons. The frigates and cruiser force had worked well in patrolling space until another engagement had occurred and this time forty percent losses had happened.
Thus the Hurun went larger and built the battle cruiser. This was a faster sleeker model of the cruiser class. It had slightly less big guns but the same shielding and the speed of a frigate. But yet again an unknown assailant attacked and this time ripped their fleet apart by only thirty one percent. The Hurun then went on a engineering breakout and desinged the massive 1 kilometer long battleship. A hell bent warship, it's mission was to wipe out entire planets by itself, a ship loaded with hundreds of missiles and hundreds of thousands of rounds for rail guns and five round of a two hundred ton MAC cannon. These ships were top of the line. They had held of three invasions by themselves. Two battleships, had held off dozens of invasions. TheVega andMeditative. The first two battleships.
In the battle at System 1 the Vega had fallen prey to a hail of missiles, some near four hundred, and it's hull had been beaten beyond belief. Entire decks had been torn off it's mighty frame. But the ship and her captain had dredged on. Their weapons bringing down an enemy battle cruiser. And bringing their fleet on a run. The ship had inspired fear in their enemy and drawn blood. But they ship had been used in a last ditch effort to make sure the rest of the fleet was able to survive so they had rigged it's core to overload.
Now five years later it's daughter ship TheVega's Vengeance was cruising through space using it's gravity manipulation engines. But unlike the Vega which was a battleship, the Vega's Vengeance was a dreadnought. A three kilometers giant. One loaded with four, 270 degree MAC cannons loaded with a 300 ton load out. With three times as many rail guns and missiles in the tens of thousands loaded in it's launching tubes. Able to hold three frigates in the cargo bays, which right now held eighty five thousand ground troops and tanks and helicopters. But the kicker. The ship held a massive Ion cannon. One that would rip apart at the sup-particle level.
The Hurun fleet's goal was to simply insert itself and drop off troops and create a casualty list in the thousands and than they would turn and leave. They knew their fleet was not enough to conquer the system, but with their dreadnought it was enough to punch a big enough hole in the defenses that they could come back on a later date and engage them again. This time with dozens of fleets.
But here at nearly two solid weeks of transit. After passing through System one and gaining the cruisers, the sword fleet was going to strike back. They were sort one hour on there objective. They would come out, scan and than launch their assult. And heading up this ambistious endevor was the same captains from the first engagment. And their newly promoted Admiral Sire Josh, and he was known as the pit bull.
The Hurun fleet consisted of
1 Dreadnought class Battleship- Vega's Vengeance
3 Battleships- Mighty,Meditative,Nobel
6 Battle-cruisers- Spirit, Gods Hands, Empire, Metro, Saxon,Xan
2 Cruiser - Grant, Samarium
8 frigates- Sayian, Jujitsu, Last Stand, Sacrifice, Stetson, Jihad, Reach, Holy One
If a ship was to enter Hurun system they would first off notice the amount of stations in system, and than second they would notice what would appear to be marks from Ion cannon use on the home world and its moons. The radiation levels would still be higher than what you would expect from a battle that had taken place thirty years prior. Which had forced the Hurun to build up their military, first they had practiced with just frigates, but after a small engagement and a fifty percent lose they introduced cruisers. A cruiser was a block of weapons. The frigates and cruiser force had worked well in patrolling space until another engagement had occurred and this time forty percent losses had happened.
Thus the Hurun went larger and built the battle cruiser. This was a faster sleeker model of the cruiser class. It had slightly less big guns but the same shielding and the speed of a frigate. But yet again an unknown assailant attacked and this time ripped their fleet apart by only thirty one percent. The Hurun then went on a engineering breakout and desinged the massive 1 kilometer long battleship. A hell bent warship, it's mission was to wipe out entire planets by itself, a ship loaded with hundreds of missiles and hundreds of thousands of rounds for rail guns and five round of a two hundred ton MAC cannon. These ships were top of the line. They had held of three invasions by themselves. Two battleships, had held off dozens of invasions. TheVega andMeditative. The first two battleships.
In the battle at System 1 the Vega had fallen prey to a hail of missiles, some near four hundred, and it's hull had been beaten beyond belief. Entire decks had been torn off it's mighty frame. But the ship and her captain had dredged on. Their weapons bringing down an enemy battle cruiser. And bringing their fleet on a run. The ship had inspired fear in their enemy and drawn blood. But they ship had been used in a last ditch effort to make sure the rest of the fleet was able to survive so they had rigged it's core to overload.
Now five years later it's daughter ship TheVega's Vengeance was cruising through space using it's gravity manipulation engines. But unlike the Vega which was a battleship, the Vega's Vengeance was a dreadnought. A three kilometers giant. One loaded with four, 270 degree MAC cannons loaded with a 300 ton load out. With three times as many rail guns and missiles in the tens of thousands loaded in it's launching tubes. Able to hold three frigates in the cargo bays, which right now held eighty five thousand ground troops and tanks and helicopters. But the kicker. The ship held a massive Ion cannon. One that would rip apart at the sup-particle level.
The Hurun fleet's goal was to simply insert itself and drop off troops and create a casualty list in the thousands and than they would turn and leave. They knew their fleet was not enough to conquer the system, but with their dreadnought it was enough to punch a big enough hole in the defenses that they could come back on a later date and engage them again. This time with dozens of fleets.
But here at nearly two solid weeks of transit. After passing through System one and gaining the cruisers, the sword fleet was going to strike back. They were sort one hour on there objective. They would come out, scan and than launch their assult. And heading up this ambistious endevor was the same captains from the first engagment. And their newly promoted Admiral Sire Josh, and he was known as the pit bull.
The Hurun fleet consisted of
1 Dreadnought class Battleship- Vega's Vengeance
3 Battleships- Mighty,Meditative,Nobel
6 Battle-cruisers- Spirit, Gods Hands, Empire, Metro, Saxon,Xan
2 Cruiser - Grant, Samarium
8 frigates- Sayian, Jujitsu, Last Stand, Sacrifice, Stetson, Jihad, Reach, Holy One
Part three
Two Weeks prior
Groans filled the massive hangar. Soft thumps as fists hit on flesh. Whomp Whomp. Padded military boots hit the ground. The eighty five thousand Hurun soldiers trained.
I watched as two troopers circled each other. One holding a combat rifle, the other stripped of his. They had been engaged in close quarters combat for about twenty minutes now, neither able to get the upper hand. The one with the rifle could not bring his gun to bear for each time he had the opponent had been on him before it was up and they would begin another bloody round. Suddenly the weaponless one struck forward with his left fist, grabbed the barrel of the gun, slammed it down and brought his right fist square in the jaw of his opponent. You could hear the crack of his hand on the jaw. Than they were grappling. The now disarmed one was able to get a leg lock on his enemy and begin to pull down. His enemy tapped out.
I nodded to myself, my army was being well trained, yet again. They were going to be engaged in nearly round about training. One in urban, jungle, desert, and insurgency warfare. But instead of how to combat it, but how to fight in those conditions. They were being taught on how to build entire arments from scraps, how to each rebuild tanks and anything else they could use.
It wasn't that they had not been trained. They had been trained for two whole years to be a well round army and fighting force. But training entire platoons was hard, so they decided to go for mass teachings so as many could pick it up. They needed all the help they could get, why you might ask? They know the Parth ground forces would be hard felt fighters. One’s who would know how to engage an enemy. And as such they had over trained this round of troopers.
As I watched this our God Emperor was giving a speech to our troops. His coming out of his holy castle led our troops to a frantic yells. Feet stomping. Cheers that echoed off the walls of the ships and in the bases spread across the Empire.
“Men of Hurun, I have spoken and have come to a realization! For years our Empire has been besieged by an unknown enemy! One that has killed millions of us! Now After the bloody war of System 1 I have realized, the Parthian were the creators of such attacks!” The men went wild. Weapons were thrown. Body armour slammed around. A noise like this would piss off the hordes of hell to no end.
“And now we have located an advanced planet containing their Navy! And I, on the behalf of the people, beseech you to end our bloody twenty year war!” The men’s voices were ragged after this.
One week left
“Admiral Sire Josh, How can we get through their defenses? You and I know this small of a fleet can punch through them.” I could not help but ask. I knew our data was at least eight months old and I did not want to send my men into a death trap.
“We can’t defeat their defenses. But our job... We are going to punch a hole straight through their defenses. Carve a bloody chunk out of them and let it fester. We are going to drop off eighty five thousand, pissed off, xenophobic, religious Zealots, armed to the teeth on the planets surface with one directive. Give Them Hell. I don’t know about you but that’s the best we have until all the fleets can assemble. We need to do a siege on this system for now. Drain them, bleed them. Engage them on our terms. Keep their people on the defense. Once we have that...... tides will turn.”
Two days before the start of the Sieging War’s
A virtual reality machine was hooked up to all them men. They had been, multiply times already, pitted against simulations of their enemies. This would be their last one before they entered system and got down to the real nitty gritty. I had watched these men change from trained killers, to wanting to kill. All the difference in the universe.
Zero Hour
The fleet just slide into system. Their energies weren't massive, they weren't all LOOK AT US!! No they slide in like lithe predators. Silently. They scanned the system and quickly came up with a list of ships.
The Dreadnoughts computers quickly sorted them out, the orbital forts, and anything else of note. They even detected a few of the Missile Pods.
“Weapons?”
“All online, bring Ion Cannon to life. We are massively outnumbered sir.”
“I am arrear of this. How long until the Cannon is able to be used?”
“Four minutes. Right now we are on the extreme edge of the system sir.”
“Have the fleet form into formation 23. Dreadnought front and center. Close missile tubes. Have all decks put on fire watch and fire teams. We will take losses, have med bay’s stand by.” The ships formed into a rough box. And they put the dreadnought dead center. The three battleships forming three of the forward corners. And the rest of the fleet filling in staggering steps so as to provide maximum anti-Missile fire.
“Have all dumb rounds loaded. I want kinetics to be fired first to absorb their fire and weaken their defenses. But hold for two minutes. Behind that have them line up the Nuclear missiles, and then finally the Singularities.”
“Glad we made the adjustments so the Sing is aimed forward for a hundred meters sir.”
“Same here. Also have Rail guns loaded and prepped. Same as the MAC cannons.”
“Done sir.”
“Bring fleet forward at 1/4 speed of light.”
“ETA, ten minutes sir.”
“Good.”
Groans filled the massive hangar. Soft thumps as fists hit on flesh. Whomp Whomp. Padded military boots hit the ground. The eighty five thousand Hurun soldiers trained.
I watched as two troopers circled each other. One holding a combat rifle, the other stripped of his. They had been engaged in close quarters combat for about twenty minutes now, neither able to get the upper hand. The one with the rifle could not bring his gun to bear for each time he had the opponent had been on him before it was up and they would begin another bloody round. Suddenly the weaponless one struck forward with his left fist, grabbed the barrel of the gun, slammed it down and brought his right fist square in the jaw of his opponent. You could hear the crack of his hand on the jaw. Than they were grappling. The now disarmed one was able to get a leg lock on his enemy and begin to pull down. His enemy tapped out.
I nodded to myself, my army was being well trained, yet again. They were going to be engaged in nearly round about training. One in urban, jungle, desert, and insurgency warfare. But instead of how to combat it, but how to fight in those conditions. They were being taught on how to build entire arments from scraps, how to each rebuild tanks and anything else they could use.
It wasn't that they had not been trained. They had been trained for two whole years to be a well round army and fighting force. But training entire platoons was hard, so they decided to go for mass teachings so as many could pick it up. They needed all the help they could get, why you might ask? They know the Parth ground forces would be hard felt fighters. One’s who would know how to engage an enemy. And as such they had over trained this round of troopers.
As I watched this our God Emperor was giving a speech to our troops. His coming out of his holy castle led our troops to a frantic yells. Feet stomping. Cheers that echoed off the walls of the ships and in the bases spread across the Empire.
“Men of Hurun, I have spoken and have come to a realization! For years our Empire has been besieged by an unknown enemy! One that has killed millions of us! Now After the bloody war of System 1 I have realized, the Parthian were the creators of such attacks!” The men went wild. Weapons were thrown. Body armour slammed around. A noise like this would piss off the hordes of hell to no end.
“And now we have located an advanced planet containing their Navy! And I, on the behalf of the people, beseech you to end our bloody twenty year war!” The men’s voices were ragged after this.
One week left
“Admiral Sire Josh, How can we get through their defenses? You and I know this small of a fleet can punch through them.” I could not help but ask. I knew our data was at least eight months old and I did not want to send my men into a death trap.
“We can’t defeat their defenses. But our job... We are going to punch a hole straight through their defenses. Carve a bloody chunk out of them and let it fester. We are going to drop off eighty five thousand, pissed off, xenophobic, religious Zealots, armed to the teeth on the planets surface with one directive. Give Them Hell. I don’t know about you but that’s the best we have until all the fleets can assemble. We need to do a siege on this system for now. Drain them, bleed them. Engage them on our terms. Keep their people on the defense. Once we have that...... tides will turn.”
Two days before the start of the Sieging War’s
A virtual reality machine was hooked up to all them men. They had been, multiply times already, pitted against simulations of their enemies. This would be their last one before they entered system and got down to the real nitty gritty. I had watched these men change from trained killers, to wanting to kill. All the difference in the universe.
Zero Hour
The fleet just slide into system. Their energies weren't massive, they weren't all LOOK AT US!! No they slide in like lithe predators. Silently. They scanned the system and quickly came up with a list of ships.
The Dreadnoughts computers quickly sorted them out, the orbital forts, and anything else of note. They even detected a few of the Missile Pods.
“Weapons?”
“All online, bring Ion Cannon to life. We are massively outnumbered sir.”
“I am arrear of this. How long until the Cannon is able to be used?”
“Four minutes. Right now we are on the extreme edge of the system sir.”
“Have the fleet form into formation 23. Dreadnought front and center. Close missile tubes. Have all decks put on fire watch and fire teams. We will take losses, have med bay’s stand by.” The ships formed into a rough box. And they put the dreadnought dead center. The three battleships forming three of the forward corners. And the rest of the fleet filling in staggering steps so as to provide maximum anti-Missile fire.
“Have all dumb rounds loaded. I want kinetics to be fired first to absorb their fire and weaken their defenses. But hold for two minutes. Behind that have them line up the Nuclear missiles, and then finally the Singularities.”
“Glad we made the adjustments so the Sing is aimed forward for a hundred meters sir.”
“Same here. Also have Rail guns loaded and prepped. Same as the MAC cannons.”
“Done sir.”
“Bring fleet forward at 1/4 speed of light.”
“ETA, ten minutes sir.”
“Good.”
Part four
"Sir they have some drones following us. They appear to be attempts at stealth tech."
"Fire a few dumb rounds at them. Don't deplete our sources."
The Dreadnought chucked a few small rounds out, the missiles being guided by the fleet's joined computers. They were all two ton rocks and since they were kinetic they would continue going until they hit something. And right now they were on the way to the drones.
"Sir Ion Cannon is up and ready. Also Missiles are at 90% maximum range. Within bounds to attack." A cruel smile spread over Sire Josh's face. His console had just beeped telling him that the enemy had sent a message. Quickly he turned on a small vidcord on his console and looked it in the face.
He sent the message. No viruses attached. Just a video. As readouts crossed his display it showed that their sensors were blind in almost every aspect. "Fire a few dumb rounds at them. Don't deplete our sources."
The Dreadnought chucked a few small rounds out, the missiles being guided by the fleet's joined computers. They were all two ton rocks and since they were kinetic they would continue going until they hit something. And right now they were on the way to the drones.
"Sir Ion Cannon is up and ready. Also Missiles are at 90% maximum range. Within bounds to attack." A cruel smile spread over Sire Josh's face. His console had just beeped telling him that the enemy had sent a message. Quickly he turned on a small vidcord on his console and looked it in the face.
"Captain, deploy anti-jamming tech. And release our own. Make sure it interrupts communications with their dreadnoughts and those missile pods." The Captain of the Vega's Vengeance nodded and they released one of dozens of possible Jamming techs they had. But for now they only used it.
"Okay, have the Ion Cannon hit their foremost battle fort. Launch two kinetic rounds as well. Than bring fleet up to half speed of light." The massive dreadnought visibly shook from the firing from the Ion Cannon. A visible white rod of light shot forward, a swirling energy hell bent are tearing through shields and matter like it was a rabid wolf infected with hate. The two kinetic rounds raced across space to slam into the massive shielding of the very same fort.
Sire Josh was always amazed by the acceleration of Hurun ships, some how they could be faster than any other ship they had met so far. And here was a fleet of warships going half the speed of light. In formation. He was honored to be their Admiral.
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