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An End to All Wars: Chapter one - Civil War
Posted By: FuzzyTerror15<cycelest1@aol.com>
Date: 19 May 2005, 2:21 PM
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October 29, 2546
Thor's Hammer
Orbiting Derimus IV
Captain Johnson sat at his command chair watching the command crew of the Thor's Hammer; all of whom were working vigorously to get the ship ready for combat. The Thor's Hammer was one of the few remaining capital ships from the twelfth system war, its hull dented in many places and two out of the four MAC cannons were inoperable, but it was after all made to dish out and recieve punishment. The mighty ship hefted quad MAC cannons able to turn opposing ships into Swiss cheese and it was last ship left in the fleet to carry four super weapons.
Johnson's fingers fiddled with his newly acquired brass bars that signified new position; Captain. The highly polished brass bars shone brightly against the standard grey issue Captains uniform; catching the jealous eyes of the senior officers. He watched as his crew worked on the various tasks he assigned: navigation, communications, and most importantly at stressful times: weapons.
His second in command, and his most favored, was the timid young Lieutenant Andrew Nelson. Nelson was the current weapons officer for the Thor's Hammer; if orders were given to destroy a target, he would not think twice about his orders. His knowledge of explosive weapons was highly known around the fleet; only out matched by a few special weapon experts that remained after the twelfth system war. Although fresh out of the lunar academy orbiting Derimus I; the Captain saw his potential and had personally requested that Nelson would be assigned to his ship. The process had been long and arduous, but it was worth it having one of the best weapons officers onboard. During Andrew's time at the academy, he had been called upon to help defend against an uprising at the capital of Derimus, so the Captain knew if things turned ugly, he could count on the Lieutenant's prior experience in close combat.
In front of the Captain sat the blonde haired 2nd Lieutenant Nicole Parker. Her sandy blonde hair always kept to the exact length of 10 centimeters; as for the military protocols. She graduated in the same class with Nelson, but her studies took a more peaceful route in communications. Nicole had little experience in close combat, but what she lacked for in fighting she made up for in geographic knowledge. The Captain knew that she was also a person of high intellect; she knew more about the first two system wars between Derimus I and Derimus II than any other Lieutenant in the fleet.
More problematic to his crew was the navigations officer, Lieutenant Mark Hiroki. Although he was the finest pilot the Captain ever saw, but Mark always bent the set military protocols of space traveling: no smoking and drinking. As long as he kept what he did to the minimum, the Captain was not going to report the new recruit only because he would be able to get them out of a tight spot.
The Captain relaxed in his leather coated command chair, another one of his personal request; after all, he was famous among the fleet. The previous battles still raged in his mind; he could not get rid of them even after the hypnotherapy. Explosions roared on in his head, brutally eradicating forgotten adversaries. The loud noise from the MAC still rang in his fragile skull like the constant fire from the old M-16s.
Every time he saw the gigantic bullets soar across space; he saw death, the bullets always hit their mark. They would impact the enemy vessel creating a hole of utter destruction and a fiery end to all the unfortunate souls on the ship. The slaughter of fellow human beings was unnecessary, the Captain knew this, but at the same time, he knew it was necessary for his own survival.
The Captain knew out of the deepest confines of his brain why he had been sent, on the so-called diplomatic missions. Every time he had been sent with a fleet of warships and he knew the meeting was all just a lure to bring the rebel leader out into the open and assassinate him. Still bothering him was why the Human Republic Association broke off from the government; the aristocratic political devils always wanting their way, and if they couldn't they would try to bring down the entire government.
At the same time, he knew it was because their party representative wasn't elected as president of Derimus; without the position of President, they would not be able to hold any true political power. It had been with almost all the previous system wars, but this one was different, this was the twelfth system war and most costly on human lives. He had heard about the experiments the HRA conducted, only a few of the victims were left to tell about what actually happened, about the beasts. These beasts weren't your average killers, they would invade your body to make the poor soul another one of their collective. All because of the HRA, Derimus XIII was lost to the beasts; billions of lives lost, all for their helpless crusade.
Johnson had known that with every war there was to be death of soldiers and pilots; that was to be expected, but when the HRA started bombing civilian cities the Captain signed up for the DST, for revenge. Already holding the position of Lieutenant and carrying many battles under his belt, he requested to transfer to the DST, were he could do damage to the HRA. After two months of wait he finally transferred to his first command ship, a frigate designated the Devastator. Although an outdated frigate, he was pleased that he would finely be able to command his own ship.
He knew that every action had consequences and he was about to make the rebel pay for bombarding his home city and his family. The vivid orange explosions still dotted his mind as he remembered watching helplessly as the rebels bombed Herdonion, the Capital of Derimus I, from a nearby orbital defense station. He could remember the anger boil at him; the helpless feeling just standing there and watching made him swear revenge.
A sudden chirping noise arose, but the Captain failed to realize it was the communication alarm; he was still too deep in his thoughts to pay attention to it. The alarm continued to ring, louder with each second. The crew of the Thor's Hammer watched in amazement as the Captain just sat there unaware of the communiquŽ; they had never seen a ship commander ignore the communiquŽs.
"Sir, we have an incoming message from Fleet Admiral Jordan." Said 2nd lieutenant Parker; her sandy blonde hair swayed as she turned to look the Captain in the eyes.
"Parker, put the Fleet Admiral on my personal view screen," said the Captain finally snapping out of his weary thoughts. Horror shone in his eyes, the bridge crew looked away from their leader; they knew that he was in despair.
"Roger that Sir." Parker said with the slightest bit of sympathy; she knew what the Captain had gone through during the previous war.
A few seconds later the Captain's view screen flicked in, a blue light illuminated a small area filling the air with an aurora of significance.
"Good afternoon Sir, how may I be of assistance?" The Captain asked calmly.
"We just got word of rebel uprisings on Derimus III. We need you to go there drop off a squad from the Mobile Infantry or the Shock Troopers, hell I don't care send them both in and have them collect some intelligence. Once they give us enemy locations, we will send in some Special Ops Marines to take out the large encampments and to retake control of Derimus III's capital Torlan.
"Understood sir, but if I may ask, how strong is this rebel uprising and what do they want?"
"To our knowledge the rebels have only 100,000 soldiers on the planet, but they have reinforcements arriving in a matter of days so we need to squelch the rebel filth and take back the city, and for their reason we don't know."
Only 100,000 enemies on the surface with more arriving in 2-3 day, kind of makes me glad I signed up in the navy, the Captain thought. "Well Sir, if we are to end this uprising then we need more troops than just the Derimus Special Taskforce and their Special Ops Marines. Is there any way to know if there is any of Derimus III's Army is left down there?"
"At this moment there is still fighting going on between the Derimus III's remaining army and these rebels. The Derimus army is suffering severe loses due to these unknown forces so if the army already on Derimus III is to be of any use we need to go in soon."
"Roger that sir, I will make plans for the insertion, Johnson out." As the Captain flicked off the view screen, he noticed that there was someone else was in the room with the Admiral. Strange the Admiral is normally alone when he gives out missions. Some things up and I don't think I got the whole side of the story. He thought keeping his opinions to himself.
"Lieutenant Parker, contact the destroyers Archangel and the Reaper's Vengeance and tell them to have them and their battle cluster to rendezvous with us 300,000 kilometers outside of Derimus III."
"I'm already on it Sir." She said with forced enthusiasm.
As the time passed on their way to Derimus III, the Captain thought about how they were expected to win against these odds. Hmm even with all three of the destroyer's dual MAC cannons and the 9 frigates under them only being equipped with single MAC cannons, we don't know how big the reinforcements will be...his thoughts started to fade as he realized that no amount of rebels would have over 6 ships in their command. The Captain turned to his view screen and pressed a few buttons to access the armory. Once again, the view screen had a faint blue glow, except this time Lieutenant McCafrey appeared on the screen.
"Lieutenant McCafery I need you to get a six man squad ready, you're going in hard to get some intelligence for us. I just sent you what little information we got."
The Captain noticed the Lieutenants eyes scanning the data that appeared on his view screen. His dark brown eyes vigorously tore through the information and in a matter of seconds as McCafery had finished the short document.
"Roger that sir, I will get right on it." The Lieutenant said without a single bit of concern of going up against 100,000 enemies with only five supporting men, after all its only recon not an assault op.
Just as the Lieutenant finished his line, the Captain turned off his view screen and contacted the Archangel's ship Captain, Commander Bond.
"Good to see you Commander, I have a few things to tell you."
"What is it sir?" the Commander asked
"I've got a funny feeling that this mission is going to go south pretty quick."
"Why do you say that?"
"There is no way rebels could have gotten to Derimus III from another system without being detected, and it couldn't have been the citizens of Derimus III or it would have been put down by Derimus 3's Army by now. So just keep on your toes, I got a funny feeling about this op."
"Understood Sir, I will be on alert." Bond said with a slight bit of fear and frustration crossing his face.
Thor's Hammer
Armory
Lieutenant Mcafery had already hand picked the men and women that would be traveling to hell and back with him on this recon op. Although he trusted all of the Mobile Infantry soldiers he still had a bad feeling about this mission, so he decided he'd only bring the best that the DST could offer. Still carrying the pre-mission jitters, he reread the list of people that he was going to send to Captain.
To: Captain Johnson
From: Lieutenant McCafery
Date: 9/15/2547
Classification: X-ray
Name: James "El-Tee" McCafery
Rank: 1st Lieutenant
Age: 28
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 150 Lbs
Weapon layout:
XM-127: Ammo: 10mm, clip capacity: 20 rounds, Scope: 3x
Silenced Maverick (2X): Ammo: 45 Caliber, clip capacity: 12, Scope: no
Armor: Trident Mark II Battle Armor (medium armor)
Special: Squad Leader
Name: Jacob "Death Scythe" Griffen
Rank: Master Sergeant
Age: 24
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 140 Lbs
Weapon Layout:
XM-103: Ammo: 7.62mm, clip capacity: 30 rounds, scope: 2x
Maverick: Ammo: 45 caliber, clip capacity: 12 rounds, scope: no
Combat knife: length of blade: 10 inches
Armor: Diplomat III (heavy armor)
Special: Point man
Name: Kiera "Guardian" Smith
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 22
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 130 Lbs
Weapon Layout:
MA7B Battle Rifle: ammo: 9mm, clip capacity: 36 rounds, scope: 2x
Silenced Maverick: ammo: 45 caliber, clip capacity: 12, scope: 2x
Armor: Trident Mark II Battle Armor (medium armor)
Special: Medic
Name: Chris "Cycelest" Butcher
Rank: Corporal
Age: 25
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160 Lbs
Weapon Layout:
M-90 (modified): ammo: 8 gauge explosive rounds, ammo in gun: 8, scope: no
XM-75: Tri-barreled rocket launcher: ammo: high explosive rockets, clip capacity: 3
XM-7: Ammo: 5mm, Clip capacity: 60 rounds, scope: no
Armor: Diplomat III (heavy armor)
Special: Demolitions expert
Name: Mark "Shadow" Snipes
Rank: Private
Age: 27
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 140 Lbs
Weapon Layout:
S2-AM (modified): ammo 14.5mm, clip capacity: 6 rounds, Scope: 5x, 10x, 15x
M6D (modified): ammo 9mm, clip capacity: 18, Scope: 2x
Armor: Raptor Mark VIII Armor (light armor)
Special: Stealth
Name: Jenny "Saber" Williams
Rank: Private
Age: 23
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 150 Lbs
Weapon Layout:
XM-150: ammo: 5.56 mm, clip capacity: 200, Scope: no
Maverick: ammo: 45 caliber, clip capacity: 12, scope: 2x
Samurai Sword: Length: 36 inches
Armor: Raptor Mark VIII Armor (light armor)
Special: Communications
As the Lieutenant finished reading the personnel list and took a quick glance at his silver watch. To his surprise, it was 1250; ten minutes before the Mobile Infantry left on their classified mission. With a quick motion of his arm, the holo panel next to his desk emitted a faint green glow, a slight humming noise protruding from the speakers. "Mobile Infantry" he told the holo panel with quick haste.
In a blink of an eye each member of the Mobile Infantry appeared on the view screen. Every single one of them already prepared for the mission ahead, their armor glistened in the low light of the destroyer. "Ladies and Gentlemen I've got some good news for ya'll." He took a quick pause to examine their facial expression, which he already knew would be excited. "We will be leaving this god-forsaken ship and dropping into the frying pan in a matter of ten minutes. So get off your sorry asses and move to Launch Bay 6." He said continuing with a sarcastic tone.
In response, all of the Mobile Infantry shouted "Roger that Sir."
"Oh if I might add, you won't be getting that Navy comfort like those wine-drinking bastards, you will be going down feet first." The Lieutenant spoke as a grin emerged across his face; every member of the Mobile Infantry had trained with the drop pods and preferred them over the slow drop ships in use by the navy. He was still looking proudly at the members of the Mobile Infantry each; giving a slight nod of approval to everyone of them. With a final message, he said "McCafery out." He turned back to his desk and the holo panel automatically deactivated; the faint humming eliminated from existing and the room fell into complete and utter silence.
Chris Butcher sat in his finely decorated quarters, already geared up for their next mission. His leather chair swiveled back and forth, as he thought about the mission, but more importantly what he was going to do on the mission. He would finally be able to complete his true mission. Butcher stretched out his arms, yawned and finally got the will and headed for the launch bay. At the doorway he took one last glance at his accommodations, fore he knew it would be the last time.
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