Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Sorry was away

Defeats 
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
System one
The Hurun navy would drop out of their time cortex in only a couple seconds or so. But what was on the other side was enough to make any sane being soil themselves. They would come out to a proverbial shit storm. They would find an ungodly amount of missiles in front of them, and a navy racing from behind them, and not just ungodly, but godly powers being used. 

Little did their Admiral know but he was going to go down in history as perhaps the craziest but bravest Hurun to live. His flame would ignite generations of soldiers and family. His name would be the spark of invasions that would echo across time, ones that would reverberate off every conceivable wall and person, one that would bring an equal mixture of fear and respect. He had always felt odd compared to other Huruns and little did he know that at his birth he had been marked by a priestess to be a messiah for the grieving and soldiers of the Hurun Empire. And here was how it was going to be shown and done.

The golden shell of the time cortex began to crack and disintegrate. But he held his fleet waiting. At a ear splitting horn the fleet sprain to life not too far from where the damaged battleship had been. The Vega though had enough engines to push forward. His fleet raced forward, the internal gravity's reaching twice that of earth. But in the haste three frigates had raced ahead by one thousandth of a second and got caught in the cortex’s unstable power. And nearly instantly they were torn to micro particles. But the rest of the fleet surged forth. 

Their sensors suddenly blared with contacts on both ends. Each side reading hundreds of missile pods and possible vectors for all of them. 

“SHIT!! Maintain course!! Ignore the Parth!” The Admiral had a carefully calculated plan. One that relied on each ship to pull its weight. What he did not count on was for the sensors to read that some sort of massive energy signature had been aimed at the dreadnought. It was... staggering for them to comprehend the amount of power in the sector of space now. 

And then to get readings such as
This is the Ascendancy Vessel Cerratus, escorting the Novanisatum. Warring forces, please be appraised that we have entered the area, and any attacks will be met with all due force. We merely wish to travel to the third planet of this system unmolested. That said, we are curious as to what provoked this conflict. Perhaps you have a tale to share with me to pass the time as your weapons blaze away?


“Send these vessels a detailed report of what happened and ask them for some sort of aide. Even if it is just medical!! We can not handle was will come in bodies!” The fleet sent a highly detailed list of what had happened, from the moment of the two Hurun battleships had entered system and begun their siege, how the planet had got caught in it, and now up to this mess of a war. For this was a war, one the Hurun would call the Sieging war. 


You could say the King’s response to Garris counter strike was odd. Well some would dodge and others would turn the strike around he accepted the blows. You could feel the cosmic quivers as the fabric of reality was shaken. But after a second or so the King was able to strike back. Unlike Garris his attack was unique in the aspect it was aimed at only one point, the tip of Garris. The tip of the ship. 

His attack was in essence a hundred points of dark energy that formed around the tip of Garris and expanded in Above Plane and Below Plane discs. But they would also have the thing of trapping a bit of his pods and destroying them. This was not going to be an easy battle.


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.

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

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.”

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. 
Hello, Parth. I hope you remember this face of mine.
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. 

"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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