Naedeus
DUST University
Ivy League
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Posted - 2013.10.18 08:23:00 -
[1] - Quote
"I can feel myself slipping away."
"Alright, listen up! We'll be dropping on Caldari Prime in roughly T-Minus thirty minutes." A man spoke up, causing many heads to turn towards the black uniformed officer, Commander Eysteinn Shikoba. "Peacekeeper forces were spotted enroute to the crash site of the Shiigeru. It is assumed that they will be attempting to secure the zone to help E-VAC the surviving crew. Intel suspects that they will have a heavy clone mercenary presence with them, so expect resistance. Our mission is simple, prevent the Caldari from securing an E-VAC route, our secondary objective is to find Admiral Visera Yanala and ensure that she is taken into custody for interrogations. Any questions, comments, or concerns?"
Eysteinn watched as the soldiers in the formation began murmuring among themselves. Each Marine whispering between one another in an effort to confirm the rumor of an advance deployment. He smirked as he clasped his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for the chatter to settle down.
Eventually it did.
He cleared his throat, "Let me put any outstanding rumors aside. The deployment of a specialized unit are indeed true, and at this particular moment they are engaged with hostile forces. If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't be having this mission." He spoke with enthusiasm, to ensure that the spirits of the troops were upheld. Pacing as he explained the mission at length, describing every inter-connecting part to show the larger picture.
"Though, he failed to inform us that we were the specialized unit. But many of us saw it in the way he looked at us. Expendable. We had one job to fulfill. One assignment to complete. Throw ourselves at the enemy until the mission was completed."
T-Minus Five Minutes...
"I wanted to do something that my family would be proud of. This... this isn't what I had in mind."
Each individual was assigned a designation, Federal Officers felt that names were too human for their new toys, and only saw them as means to an end, an end to the war between all of the Empires. The face of war has changed, what was once strategy and politics, now became a mere numbers game. Whoever threw controlled an overwhelming force, controlled known space.
However, one step at a time must be taken...
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Ueli Sommer, C (dash) Zero Uniform Sierra, opened his eyes quickly. He was breathing heavily, his back against a wall, his heads-up-display flickered momentarily as a map appeared before his eyes. "Tangos are pushing hard for the NULL Cannon at Location Delta. Bravo Squad, I want you pushing hard on that right flank!" Ueli shouted into his suits internal communications.
"Those Caldari bastards will never know what hit 'em, Alpha Lead. We're enroute... expect heavy support soon."
"Stand-by, Bravo Squad. Heavy Rain, wait until it clears."
"Heh... couldn't resist, could you, Ueli?"
"Those Caldari bastards will never know what hit 'em." Ueli replied, bringing the neo-comm up on his wrist, designating the final phase and locking the coordinates in.
Multiple sonic booms rippled through the atmosphere, and with it large projectiles fell like water droplets towards their intended targets. Ueli watched from his refuge as Caldari soldiers attempted to scatter... only to be obliterated in a matter of seconds.
The scene gave him an odd sense of tranquility as he observed the debris beginning to settle. He felt no remorse for his enemy, no emotion, upon the moment of death, their essence had been transferred immediately to a new body, they would be back, and even more pissed than before.
"All units. Move onto the objective! Go, go, go!" He shouted into his comms, gulping in a deep breath of the recycled oxygen within his suit, he pushed himself off of the wall he was using as cover and began sprinting across an open field. With each step, he drew closer and closer towards the objective. With each breath, he relayed key information and orders. Motivating those following him to fight through the enemy horde.
With his last vision, he could see the console inches away from him, his fingers quickly accessing the necessary protocols and initiating the hack...
A bullet pinged nearby.
Fifty Percent.
Another bullet, this time barely missing him.
Seventy-five percent.
A third bullet... followed immediately by sudden darkness.
Instant transfer of consciousness upon death, still hurt like hell. Your 'essence' being ripped from you deceased body.
"I feel myself slipping away... each and every time I die. I... I want it to end while I'm still... human."
He jerked violently as he opened his eyes. He was just in front of the console! A small percentage was left on the hack. Time was running out, and the enemies were beginning to over-run the Federation's positions. For the time being, they were out numbered on multiple fronts, the Caldari advance seemed overwhelming. It seemed they were throwing everything to ensure they took back their homeland. But, all of that had to wait...
"You think you're getting away with that? This time it's personal..." He muttered as he looked over at the weapons rack.
The Battle for Caldari Prime had officially begun, and with it... the War of the Gods.
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