Gods Architect
SVER True Blood
Public Disorder.
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Posted - 2013.09.19 19:42:00 -
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"Etiam Hic Sumus"
Less than 3 days after the ceasefire and Sakulda peace accords that stated we give up all lands of our homeland, the IMPs are to cease all attacks on Sver and it's people ending the war. A little over 24 hrs after the ceasefire the IMP's send an invasion fleet to our last territory in Molden Heath and set fires emergency hospital facility in Skarkon, forcing the peace treaty to become null in void. Survivors of the Sver Prime invasion was forced to take up arms once more and engaged the IMPs in open fighting. The hasty assembled and demoralized troops stood in Skarkon's defense though we all believed that fighting the IMPs were a losing battle. A surviving F/C lead the men into a fight knowing winning wasn't a possibility. The IMPs want us out of Molden Heath and broke a treaty to do it. The fight was hard and long. Even the traitors that turned on us on the Battle of Dolby the last fight for Sver Prime stood in their ranks on todays invasion. After hours of fighting the IMPs ships burned in orbit. Their tanks and men lie broken on the battlefield. And the dirtied men of Sver rose for the rubble. The brave a wounded men of Sver stood and chanted in an dead language of the Dark ages. "Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus!" Translated means, We are still here!
"Monster"
"The cold. I remember the cold!" I said. Winter on Skarkon; windless winter is what the men were calling it. We were overflowed with wounded unable to survive the trip back. We've been having skirmishes with the IMPs for two days now, but back then I didn't know what was worst the cold or the IMPs. Many had died in the fighting many more from the cold and starvation. Base commanders send distress beacons a call for help but we have been cut loose and told to give up Skarkon and our leaders are to discuss our terms as prisoners of war. Our remaining F/C shun the order knowing what the IMPs do to prisoners and no one would dare agree to become a slave, so we thought. Every few hours the IMPs blast their false propaganda over loud speakers, but it wasn't all false. As I was out on recon one day and I saw their warm food and warm camps.
Every hour more us of died or deserted, many were caught and shot on sight. Many of us were questioning the motive of this war and why we are killing our own friends. I remember telling the men in the camp a lie. I told them that Unclaimed will come and take us off this dismal planet. What a wonderful lie that was, Unclaimed was fighting war that lost half of it territory and we were forced to make our own alliance Public Disorder. No one was coming for us and I knew that, but I told that lie I fabricated to keep the men going. I said that lie so many time that I almost believed it myself. Believing your own lie, huh, now you know things were a mess.
Our military discipline was evaporating as well, if I remember correctly. There were a lot of in fighting on Sharkon. With only two directors on the planet with us it was hard to contain it all. With bank accounts drying up as well it became harder and harder to get supplies from the nearby territories especially protogear to fight the IMPs. Hell we usually avoided them if we can. Most of the time we can but they sometimes they ambushed our patrols with Thale sniper teams, on average we lose six men. When we ambush them its with adv or mitila and they lose 3 on average. Now that we've been told the Sver will no longer fund operations on Skarkon they say they are saving it for a larger operation. The men on this cold planet are left to fight on their own now abandon by their alliance and corp. They has turned a blind eye to the men that swore their allegiance to them. Still most of the men on Skarkon though abandoned, starving, and low on moral still refused to become prisoners.
There were reports of patrols killing their officers to surrender just for food. On one of my patrols a few men mutinied and tried to kill me and run. A few loyalist and I were forced back when we ran out or ammo. After a few incidents Command stopped all patrols, Command tried to keep it under raps, no one needed to know Guards are killing Guards it would no one good.
Command got all the remaining Guards together and issued Military Code 218-479 Article 5 Section 1. We were to now be a supervision unit, it was a job hated by all who carried it out and those who looked at the punishers. We were placed behind the lines and killed the Sver soldiers that abandoned their duties and ran. God, we kill dozens of our men, but they still came at us. "You Daddy still have memories of those actions." I told her. "Daddy you are not a monster. Monsters are bad and mean people. You are kind to me, so you are no monster." she told me. I look at the roof of her bedroom. Why do men kill? Why do men lie? Why do men become numb? We are all monsters. I should have asked those questions back then. I was given the name God's Architect for the legend that an angel that created the prison for where the devil resides. But I guess there was another Architect making a hell around me. |