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Ulmaryon Conflict by Brigade_of_Marines
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Ulmaryon Conflict: Chapter 1
Date: 29 August 2004, 10:45 PM
Chapter One: First Resolve
June 8, 2148 1725 military standard
Ulmaryon, Tresgas System Small town of Yechenze
By this time the Human expansion into space was at full throttle. The thirst for new planets was going on unfulfilled. But on those planets that were colonized, rebels were being born.
On the outer fringes of colonized space, a place of great hardship and lawlessness, rebel factions are vying for control of a planet. Constant warfare among many outer rim worlds were leading many citizens to arm themselves. Others were calling in the UNSC to relieve there planets from rebel control. Not all planets, though were as forthcoming about asking for help as they were looking for a way to gain power. It is a place like the Old West, when Billy the Kid roamed the area.
At this time most planets on the fringes were either under UNSC martial law or Rebel control. Only few planets have stood up to the might of the UNSC. Fewer still have maintained there "Independence." But, their power wains as superior UNSC forces conquer their planets one-by-one. Where one faction falls several more rise to take its place. In a never ending struggle to survive, only the brave and only the strong survive the wars and revolts that take place.
The planet Ulmaryon, a similar planet to earth. This planet is under UNSC martial law and its harsh penalties for "crimes against the state." It has been oppressed for many years, and so often when the steam builds up it explodes.
In the small town of Yechenze, few would realize the mistake that night would leave on the history of the world. Few would think that one man could inspire such faith and loyalty, that no matter the odds, they would always prevail. It was a cool, windless evening with a small breeze blowing through the trees. The moonlight glowed a silver glow, the roads were silver ribbons in the vast see of green. The small towns were like beacons of light in a dark dreary place. It was a calm and peaceful. Few made noises in this quiet town on the edge of the forest. Fewer still dared to disrupt the serenity of the place. A few clad in armor, though, set off this peaceful mood with their, thump-thump-thump from there boots.
"And once again more people in the capital have been arrested for protesting against the state, and other 'crimes against the state.' In other news Vassli Zerakli was again interrogated for his help in the weapons storage crime. Vassli says that he is innocent and that this is more injustices against his people. This avid spokesman for the Equal Rights for Ulmaryon movement is one of the mo-" the announcer's voice stopped short, as he was cut off, his neutral expression still fading from the plasma screen.
Sitting in a chair near the TV was a medium built man, roughly five-feet-six-inches with brown hair and hazel eyes. He had an elongated nose and an almost flat face. Along with his hard faced expression and unwavering eyes he gave off a slightly contemptible demeanor.
"Why did you turn the TV off Ryvean?" said someone else present, with a softer expression, not holding any hostile feelings.
"No reason," he replied in a deep and firm voice. Turning around he happened to see his wife standing there in the doorway. She was a young woman, standing two inches shorter than her husband. With blonde-streaked brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, that still hung to below her shoulders, and a sharp, cute face, she was hardly one who would stand out as an intimidating individual; but her face displayed otherwise.
"So you just thought you could turn it off, did you?" his wife said in slight frustration. "You ought not take hold of that controller if you don't let me watch the news."
"But, but-"
"I won't take it from you, now turn it back on or no diner for you."
"Fine." he said, angrily. As he turned the plasma screen on, heard the doorbell ring. I wonder who that could be. he thought. No one should be coming by at this time.
Ryvean sighed and started to rise, pushing himself up with his arms, firmly planted on the over-stuffed black leather recliner. As he walked across the blue-tinted green plush Turf Carpet he still wondered why someone was coming here. I hope its not those rebels again. I told them I don't want any part of this problem.
As he opened the door, what he saw in front of him, outside his own house, surprised even him. He was astounded by the images that registered through his retinas, yet a sense of fear quickly gripped him, causing a rock to form in his stomach. As he pulled the door open fully. Something told him this was not a good situation, but like all who follow the law he opened the door. His heart was beating, his breath had slowed. Time itself seemed to curse his choice for opening the door.
Time the one thing that will get us all; the one thing that we all dread. The tick-tick of the clock. The dum-dum-dum of the hourly chimes. Something that puts us all to work on and something that makes us all fear. Time is unkind to most, but to poor Ryvean time would be his blessing. For time is no one but the desperate's friend.
(Author's Note: This is my first story and I hope that everything is good. Please comment to me on mistakes and otherwise. Special thanks to MCC for the help he has given me in just the first chapter.)
The Ulmaryon Conflict: Chapter 2
Date: 16 September 2004, 11:15 PM
Chapter 2: Unwanted Trespass
June 28, 2148 1726 military standerard
Ulmaryon, Tresgas System
Small town of Yechenze
As he opened the door, what he saw in front of him, outside his own house, surprised even him. He was astounded by the images that registered through his retinas, yet a sense of fear quickly gripped him, causing a rock to form in his stomach. As he pulled the door open fully. Something told him this was not a good situation, but like all who follow the law he opened the
door. His heart was beating, his breath had slowed. Time itself seemed to
curse his choice for opening the door.
Standing there in the door way, his doorway, were three UNSC Enforcers. The best that the UNSC had to offer. They have been given the best training and equipment. That, along with there training at orbital drops made them the most feared soldiers in the UNSC. Clad in aluminum armor and standing roughly five-foot-nine-inches, the leader stepped forward. In his hand was a paper with the letters W-A-R-R-E-N-T.
"We Have to search you house. Faliure to comply will end up with us taking drastic measures." the soldier said.
"On what charges?" Ryvean responded. At this response the Enforcer gave a sigh, to Ryvean this was not what he wanted to hear. All of a sudden the
Enforcer stepped forward, walking into his house.
"Whoa!" Ryvean said surprised. After saying this he stepped in front of the soldier.
"Move. Now!"
Finally, after a brief stare down with the man, Ryvean moved, slowly at that. He was really pissing these soldiers off. He closed the door behind them just as a cool breeze swept past him.
"Ryvean, who was tha-hey what are you doing in my house. Let me go!"
No sooner had Ryvean heard these words than he turned around and rushed towards the kitchen. While running through the hallway he heard a scream from one of the soldiers. Wonder what that was. Just as he rounded the
corner he saw his wife slam a metal pot into one of the Enforcers, with a
metallic clang.
"Let her-" Before he could finish his sentence he got knocked from behind. He then fell to the ground, unconscious.
"That bitch!" said PFC Jeremy "Nwolc" Thomas, as he recovered from his blow to the head.
"Quit yo' bitchin and help out." responded Corporal Repumj Hickory, while wrestling the metal pot out of her hands. Coming out of the door way, behind the unconscious Ryvean, stepped Sgt. Nisouc Mendan. He jumped into the fray and helped Repumj wrestle Ryvean's wife to the ground. After a blow to the head, Ryvean's wife stopped struggling.
"Private, Corporal, please pick up the lady." Nisouc said.
"What do we do with this guy, Sarge?" Repumj questioned.
"Leave him. He ain't getting back up in awhile. We can come back for him."
Nisouc Responded. "Lets move."
"Sir, yes, sir." the other two said in unison.
Ryvean awoke to the smell of a rancid smell. Smoke. As he opened his eyes what greated him was a horrible sight of fire. He slowly got up, due to an
injury he sustained when he got knocked out. He moved as quick as his legs
could carry him, out of the kitchen. As he looked around, his living room
was already on fire and spreading around the front door. cough-cough.
"Damn smoke, it's killing me."
He ran up the stairs toward his bedroom. Luckly his bedroom hasn't caught fire. Still the rancid smell of the burning wood keep getting to his
nostrils. This only helped to make him move faster. He turned and opened the
door to his weapons locker as fast as he could. As soon as he opened it he
pulled out his M67H, a semi-automatic rifle firing 10.5 mm rounds. Also he
grabbed some ammo and a picture of his wife. As he turned around, walking to
the door, the door almost crushed him with it's fiery touch.
Think, where other way is there out of this house? Just as he tought this his eyes came upon the window. All or nothing. He ran, though hampered by his injury, and jumped through the window. He rolled down the roof, and landed hard on his legs. He lay there for a few seconds, trying to feel his legs. Eventually he got onto his feet, but his right leg was broken during the fall. Soon the dull, shrill sound a sirne filled his ears. Your late. He limped out toward the back gate. I could've helped her, but I didn't. I shouldn't have let them in. he stopped. What choice did I have? I had to answered the door. They would have come in no matter what. With that thought he turned around. As his eyes fell on his house, he saw that the roof collapse into the house. So much for a peaceful life. Who will take me in now? He decided to start moving again towards the answer to that question. Rebels. What other choice do I have? They obviously think that I am a member of the rebellion. So why not confirm their
suspicions. As he thought this, a smile appeared on his face. Why not. He turned around one last time to see what was left of his smoldering house collapse. So shall the fires start this path, so shall fires consume this path. I will spare none in my path to defeat these invaders from afar. I shall leave everything that belongs to the UNSC in flames. No more shall I follow the UNSC whole-heartedly.
As his former life was consumed in the fires of hatred, his life would take a disheartening turn of events. Why would time be so unkind to poor Ryvean? Because time is only a savior to those who are desprete and a curse to those who are secure. Never will an army in the human lands be the same again. History will bend, not alter, this mans future. As most would hope to live life to the fullest; this man would become the first to charge head-long into something that no one would dare touch. So had the Ulmaryon rebellion gained it's needed strength to defeat the invader from across space
(Author's Note: MAJOR THANKS TO WU FOR HELPING ME FIX MY POSTING PROBLEM. Sorry for caps but I had to sya thanks to Wu. )
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