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Perfection Parts 1-4
Posted By: Vincent Smith<vinnies83@yahoo.com>
Date: 25 October 2002, 12:32 am
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Part One
My name is Gannon, and this is my tale. I am one of the five legendary heroes of the Torres Republic, one of the seven human republics still standing after the Great War. As I sit here writing this tale, I warn you, some of this is being seen through the eyes of men. Man is imperfect, he makes mistake. This tale is not whole fact but some is fictional, untrue, and made up. I am writing the tale of not only myself but also the people who saw me in my actions. Their tall tales have been neatly collaborated in this piece of work that you have taken time to sit and read. I promise you one thing, Perfection, the perfection at least that I achieved, is possible but at a price that some would not be able to bear.
That cost as I found was more than I had ever imagined...
For your understanding I must explain that status of our empire. The Human Empire was created after the Third War of Exile. The First Earth was destroyed by a collaboration of alien races that had become known as the Covenant. Using a pulse thermal weapon with advanced technology they pierced the Earth's core and completely destroyed it. Luckily about 89% of the entire Human race escaped the planet's destruction.
The Covenant thought that they had finally won and celebrated in rejoices over our obliteration. It wasn't over though, the Human spirit endured. Over the next three years, the Covenant were put aside because a new enemy had appeared: Ourselves. For three long years seven different factions of Earth warred against each other for control of the entire human race. These years of war became known as the Exile Wars.
Finally, after the third year of the war came and passed a former UNSC Admiral named Deacon Torres ended the war and united all of the factions under his single command. He set up the old governments, started up the UNSC again and began the process of rebuilding the army. To drive the human spirit he told tales of the Covenant, and it had the desired effect. The common enemy, the Covenant drove the Humans to a level of ferocity and intensity never before seen.
Twelve years after the destruction of First Earth, The Humans amassed an armada of every ship that had a weapon and every man that could carry and fire a gun. They arrived at the site of Earth and found the Covenant had left in their victory. They had thought that they would never receive their revenge and all hope was lost. Discontent drove the Humans back to their colonies and resumed normal life.
Fate had a strange way of giving hope back to the people. A single man, a genetically entwined cyborg, known as the Master Chief, appeared by the Human colonies by a wisp of pure luck. His battered armor had seen years of battle and war. His cracked visor showed his will to fight. In tale, he was said to have stumbled into the chamber of the leader of the UNSC council and then suddenly died on the very spot where he stood. In his hand was a disk.
This disk contained every location of Covenant forces that were still around. It named planets, stars, and moons that were under the Covenant control. The Master Chief was given a burial to rival that of kings. Every human in the entire race watched as he was buried with a UNSC Flag draped over his ebony coffin. Admiral Torres finally got the will to fight back into the people and they set out with a vengeance.
The utter destruction of the entire Covenant civilization followed. Every single location on the disk was searched out and annihilated of all Covenant presence. The Humans had finally hd there revenge as Admiral Torres himself flipped the switch that ignited a thermal weapon which was pointed at the Covenant home world. In perfection the victory was written down for all to see in one of the Legendary Books known as "Exile before Perfection"
For the next Ninety years the heroes of the Seven Republics of Human control fell to old age. The last was Admiral Torres who was buried along side the Master Chief. New leaders came and went. Life went on and in the year 145 AE I, Gannon Torres, Grandson of Admiral Deacon Torres was born.
The Empire had expanded to 21 planets, and had a population of over 30 billion people. The remnants of the Covenant forces have disappeared and have not been seen since 100 AE. The planet at the head of the Torres republic stands as the middle of the empire. We are the destination of people traveling from Second Earth. Torres is the Head of the military of the URSC, which stands for, United Republics Space Command. We are the Capital of the Empire.
You now have the understanding of History
You will now be told of perfection...
Part Two
The Year is 165 AE and is in the middle of summer on Planet Torres. I, Gannon stand in the middle of the capital plaza in the small city of Kugal on the Equator. The time is about 8:00 am. Midday. Planet Torres is smaller and spins faster than Earth did. It has about 1.8 g's of gravity and has only a 16-hour day. We have an orbit around our sun that is exactly twice that of Earth. To keep us from getting confused we have birthdays every half years.
This peaceful little town is the location of the URAC fortress known as the Hill because it is a labyrinth of natural catacombs that run deep into the hill. I am a Commanding Officer of thirty-five men and am well known though out the town. My Battalion is known as the Security Force because we take it upon ourselves to stop any uprisings or any mischief that happens inside the town. Today is a simple day nothing our of the ordinary. Little did I our the entire Solar System know that an enemy that wanted revenge was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
My radio sounds off and I pick it up.
"Gannon here, whats up?" I say
"Sir, we have a sector four alert. Seems there is a small disagreement about a deal. They are so upset about it that they have guns out and are threatening each other. We need assistance the situation is delicate," said one of my top officers Jerry Herald.
"I will be right over Jerry," I said.
I took my time getting there. The towns people would not do anything over such a trifle of a cause because the punishment would be more than enough to scare them. When I arrived I took immediate notice of my surroundings, which had become a habit of mine so as not to get ambushed. The place was a small ally in between the North and South Division Sectors, it had three houses and was the home to the poorest famers of the town.
They were fighting amongst each other and all of them were toting guns with fingers on the trigger and clips is the stock. I walked calmly right up to them and right away I was looked upon as the moderator.
"Ah, Gannon, it seems we need your assistance to solve a disagreement between our group. That man, that pathetic disgrace of a man, stole my most precious belonging and says that it was his all along. I th----"
"Gentlemen, I am no moderator," I said as I pulled the weapons away from them and threw them over the house one by one. "You can solve this without the weapons and arms. Now, I don't want to have to hear about this again and you would not want me to comeback here."
"But, sir he,---" The same farmer continued but I had already walked away and I could hear their voices trail away as they started a brawl with each other.
"Hey I will get you for that you bastard..."
"No you won't I will kill you and rape your dead body..."
"Shut up I will kill you and take all of your possessions..."
"Now You done it, I am really mad..."
"Lets get him..."
These were just some of the obscenities that I heard as I walked off. It seems though that as I walked away from one problem I walk straight into another one which tends to be more difficult to solve.
My radio once again chimed in a call and I took it out of its holster in my side which took is place next to my pistol.
"Sir, another disturbance, this time it is more serious, a Code 7 Alert, wait-" [Shots in the Backround] -" Sir you had better come quick three men have been shit so far I have all Security Forces on alert 7."
"On my way. Order Jerry and his troops to come armed this time and to bring a med squad, and tell them on the double," I said as I closed my radio and put it away. I sprinted this time and I could see and hear Jerry and his troops coming down the ally way that I had just left. They had riot shields and assault rifles this time. I drew my pistol and loaded a clip and cocked it.
The seen was a disaster area. On the ground were three men that were still alive but were n terrible condition. One had been shot in the stomach while the others had less serious wounds to the legs and limbs. I looked to my right and I could see the town wall about ten yards away and to my left for my cover was a house. Down the street I could see Capital Square ad I could hear screams coming from behind the fountain and gardens.
I connected a head set to my radio and opened up all frequencies.
"OK Guys what is the situation?" I asked
"Ok here is the brief. Nine bandits from who-knows-where came in today with a plan of some kinda revenge scheme and these three were their targets. They are well armed and very dangerous," Said Tom Randle one of my First Unit Guardsmen.
"Alrighty, Jerry move in a secure a perimeter around the entire fountain with riot shields using the north and East entrances to cut off the Bandits. Tom and whatever guards are left, I want you to man the roofs so that they don't have anywhere to hide. LETS MOVE!" I shouted and Jerry moved into the correct and desired position within fifteen seconds cutting them off. Tom and the guards had cur off any route of escape and were using the roofs as cover for fire. I motioned for my team to enter out of the South side and we sprinted in, my pistol was out a in front. The first bandit came by and when he saw me coming he turned his gun. I opened fire while ducking behind a door for cover. I missed three times on all three shots.
"Get me status!" I yelled
"We have three guys one is moving toward your door sir, the other two are moving to Tom and the guards. WATH OUT, They have opened fire, every man return, do not go for the kill only wound them," Jerry yelled
I peeked around the corner and aimed at his leg and fired once. His scream could be heard and Jerry moved in for the arrest. Tom had opened fire from the West side roofs and once again the screams of men could be heard.
"REPORT!" I heard Jerry shout.
"Both down over here. Small injuries to legs..."
"Situation is secure, holster weapons and move in for arrests," I said
"Have three men in custody and moving them to Guard Station Four," Jerry said and I could see him moving with a man on a stretcher moving away from the scene.
"Good Job men, back to posts."
Part Three
The prisoners were not hurt, which as you will find out as you read on in this chapter proved to be an act of fate. The information that they divulged proved to be the first and one of the most important steps of the Perfection Chronicles. We had to drag their limb and unconscious bodies to the Guard Post, which took us underground. Under the town for its protection was built a series of catacombs that could give the town protection and that connected the guard towers to the fortress for a quick reinforcement or a quick evacuation. The catacombs held everything that a prison or heavily secured area would have. Prison cells, surgery emergency room, interrogation rooms, a barracks for the SF (Security Force) and even a small armory in case of bigger problems.
The prisoners were first treated while unconscious for their bullet wounds and were then taken to individual prison cells for rest while under guard.
I took this time to get back to my post on the streets as we tightened security around the fortress and town. After the attack the man in charge on security of the fortress was immediately notified and he alerted the entire garrison to the situation as if it were a war. In a sense of irony, little did we know that it would become a war.
"Sir, the prisoners are awake and we have established communication with them. They speak the language of the Republic of Fedanial," came to voice of Tom over my radio.
"Ok good I am on my way, make sure that I have a translator ready for me when I begin the interrogation and questioning," I replied with a sigh of relief.
As I arrived I walked straight to the questioning room. As I found out to my dismay the head of URSC Security had already gotten there first. It made me furious because he tended to not use common sense when dealing with his problems and had been reported and reprimanded many times by the URSC Council many times in the past for his blatant disregard for their prisoner rules.
The sound proof room held back the screams of loud voices and as I opened the door I was almost blown back by the loud voice that came from the head of Security's mouth of which I am with holding his name because of hatred.
"-YOU WILL ANSWER MY QUESTIONS OR WILL BE SHOT!!" he said as I entered. He turned to me and came upon a look of complete rage. "This is not your job Commander now you are dismissed."
"Sir, It is my obligation to question him personally. This crime happened in the town not the fortress so back off," I replied with a small hint of anger.
"NEVER GIVE ME ORDERS GANNON NOW YOU ARE DISMISSED OR I WILL HAVE YOUR COURTMASHALLED!!!" he said to me and I stared in shock he was serious but I remained calm and replied coolly and hit the nail on the head.
"Sir, must I remind you that you are once again, for the fifth time in your career breaking URSC policy on prisoners." He turned and looked at me and his face grew bright pink, "I will be forced to report this to HQ if you continue with this questioning."
"Very well Commander," he said very slowly, "Take over but I will remain in the room."
I sat down in the chair and I pulled out my pistol and I set it on the table. The prisoner cringed but as I lifted my hand off of the weapon and pushed it off the side of the table he gave a sigh of relief and said something in a strange language to my translator. My translator gave the reply:
"He said that he is grateful that you mean him no harm and because you have shown your mercy he is ready to cooperate fully with your questioning."
"Good let me get right down to the chase. I would like to know that following things: What was he doing, why was he doing it, and who does he take orders from?" I said and the translator spoke to him. The man gave a long and sorrowful reply which took him over twelve minutes to complete. The translator pieced it out to me and in its full form it looked like this:
I was sent out as a messenger from the militaristic group os criminals known as the Revenge Sect. This was a special mission and only the most devoted could do it because it involved to things.
I first must explain that while we are hateful of your government on the planet that we do not wish for it to fall into the fate of death and destruction.
The first objective was a murder job which involved killing members of a rival sect that we cannot name out a fear that you may be part of it unintentionally. We got the job finished with our blood and we knew from the moment when we opened fire that we would have no chance against you and the Security Force but that we would show that we are a fighting people.
The part was a message that I am supposed to deliver to the highest authority in the area because it contains the most grievous of messages, one that could decide the fate of our entire culture and civilization forever. This is the message in perfect memorization from the head of or group upon the discovery of a new and more powerful enemy:
I am sorry sir that I have had to kill many people in your land, but it seems that a single day in our time can change a man's life for eternity. We have discovered a threat which intensifies every day growing stronger and more powerful than the day before. It threatens our life more than any other thing in the history of time. I cannot begin to express my fear of this enemy which is about to become a common house hold name.
I was having some of my men search a asteroid field so that we could place a base of operations out side of the planets. They were supposed to have been gone for three months only searching the entire field. After 9 months we decided to go an look for our disappeared friends. We arrived with a small fleet of cargo ships and began the search. As we entered the field was ran into the patrols of a new race and we engaged them. Before long an entire armada of small one-man fighters were crawling though the asteroid filed and firing up our ass. We had managed to bring back only three ships one of them with me on it. Two days later twelve ships all of our type blasted out of slip space right next to our base camp. We searched the ship and found that out of six hundred men that had been sent out on the search only seven made it home.
On board the ships were the bodies of almost 400 men women and children. Their bodies were scarred and smelt strongly of plasma. Reaching into my schooling I remembered the only enemy in our entire history to have used plasma were the Covenant. To reaffirm this onboard were the bodies of six Covenant aliens. For classification, two grunts and four jackals. They had bullet wounds all over their skin, which told us that the humans had put up a fight. We blew up the ships to cosign to oblivion their horrid memory and then gave them a plaque of the moon of this planet to honor their loss.
I am hear to send you the message that our long lost enemies the Covenant are not dead but are alive and well. They have a large force and we must stop them together or apart for our own survival. Heed my message, please.
The room fell silent and I spoke first.
"Chief, you and I must both go before the URSC Council with this message, whether or not it is true we must at least notify them of a renewed Covenant presence. We must leave now," I said with a large sense or urgency. I had lost the calmness that I had a few minutes ago.
"I will prepare us a ship and I will notify them of our coming immediately. Pack your things Commander for we will be leaving," he said in reply.
I looked at the prisoner and he gave me a look of solid fear, everything went blak because at that moment I threw up...
Part Four
Thoughts raced through my head like water through a river. Every emotion that could be felt was felt. Sadness over the death of almost 600 colonists, rage over the Covenant brutality, guilt, that I couldn't help, hopelessness of our situation, then hopes over what we had to throw back.
I sat on a large black chair in my Security Uniform. I had left most of my supplies back at my room and all that I had was my weapon and a single 9 round clip that only had 5 rounds in it. I was very tired and the ship had been in slipstream for some time almost twelve minutes but we had been cruising for almost an hour before that. I had not slept in two days and small black circles were forming under my eyes.
I took the time to walk to the bridge of the ship and I was allowed to see out the main view panel. Second Earth was in view and the ship was getting approach vectors from the planet side ports. I over heard some of their talking...
"Sir, Liberty One has been given approach vectors we are next in line," One of the crewmen said
"Deacon Gate, this is tower seven, you call the ball," came a slow raspy voice over the radio.
"We have ball, gentlemen sound the approach alarm, and pilot be sure to avoid the hydrogen stream coming from the Liberty. All crewmen are to be top side and have our cargo ready for unloading," said the Captain
"This is tower your vectors are Sector 05789 86487 00003 port dock seven, you have the clearance to break atmosphere," once again came the voice over the radio
"Ok, sound general alarm for atmosphere breakage," The captain said and the crewmen activated the alarm system and green lights came on all over the ship.
I had never before been in a ship entering back into a planet's gravity so a prepared my self. The ship felt like it had nailed a wall and I was thrown back but everyone else who just happened to be slightly smarter than I was holding on to something and were prepared for such a blast. The ship then began to vibrate and shake very violently. I grabbed hold of the edge of a computer to get up. Then as if the ship was suddenly free of chains the shaking stopped and we were in the atmosphere.
It took the better part of fifteen minutes to dock the ship and finally the catwalks were put out and everyone exited the ship. An elevator connected to the service tower took us to the ground were a hover car with large URSC markings was there to greet us. We got it and the driver began the long trip to downtown.
The driver shook me awake and we were at the URSC Administration Head Quarters and Military Base. I got out of the car and was escorted in by a marine.
The inside was very impressive as I took my quick look around the building. The lobby contained a service desk towards the back of the approximately 120 square foot room. To the left and right were other direction desks and we passed a large fountain and small garden in the middle. Five elevators took passengers up to any floor of the 67-story building. As we stepped in the marine entered in the number of the floor on the very top.
"It is the conference room floor. The top four levels are for meetings and everything else is office space for the administration. On the 13th floor we have a small armory and on the floor above it we have a barracks for the marines," He told me. I took it that this place was a small fortress and remembered that it would have very high security for its top members.
I stepped out of the elevator and was in the middle of an intersection of hallways. At the intersection, where the hallways went left and right, I could see the sound proof glass of about 5 conference rooms. A large gathering of people was in one of the rooms at the end of the hall on the right and the marine showed me the door and opened it up. As I entered the entire room quieted down and I was pointed to a seat on the end of a large rectangular building that sat 30 people.
"Please sit, and let me introduce myself Gannon. I know that you are a leader of our security forces and are the grandson of the largest heroes of our recent history," A man sitting at the middle of the table told me.
"I would rather be known by my own reputation, sir, not by the reputation of my ancestors of which I have yet to live up to," I said coldly to make him regret saying that to me.
"Yes, well I... ummm..., well you should...well ummmm...," He said and I knew what he was feeling.
"We must continue with business, sir," I said
"Yes that would be good. We would like to know why we were dragged out of bed at this time of night to answer to a call that had better be some dynamite information," and I heard a mummer of slight agreement.
I stood up to make myself look more imposing and once again laid my pistol on the table before starting. I went into the details of the long story first, telling of the terrorist attack on our town and then took my time before getting to the interrogation of the prisoner. The story was explained with every single detail that we have known and the Commander of the Fortress told the same story but the council's stupidity proved to be one of the faults of the URSC.
"HAHAHAHA," He laughed so loud that even the guards outside turned to see what was going on. "You expect ME to believe THAT? Honestly should the words of a terrorist be thought of as truth? Your grandfather would have thought it was folly and would have done-----"
"Everything he could of to figure out if the problem was true. I knew my grandfather better than any one of you would have thought and I hate it when people think that because they stood next to him on the bridge of a ship that he would have taken this lightly. You are very thick headed if you do not believe me because my grandfather while he thought that it would have been bull shit would have gone down and figured out if his worst enemy was still trying to crawl its way back to the top of the food chain," I said I was pissed off and they knew it because the chairmen sat back down.
"Gannon, please settle down. The Covenant was utterly destroyed by your grandfather. There is no way in ten thousand years that they could have come back." he replied.
"Please explain to me then where the fuck did 600 colonists disappear to when they left Torres for the Geronimo Asteroid Belt?" I said and I thought that I had him pinned but his retardation of the mind continued
"I have no clue but we have no record that those 600 colonists even existed. Your data had no proof, bring us proof and we help you," he said.
At this point I was so pissed off and angry that I picked up my pistol and fired at the glass breaking it easily.
"So, you believe that you know what my grandfather would have done in this situation?" and he nodded his head at my question. "Well let me tell you something, you never ever met him because of one reason. You would have said the dumbest things to him that you would already be dead because he would have shot you." Now both the Commander and me and walked out of the room and were headed towards the elevator.
We stepped in and the first admirable thing that I had ever heard from the Commanders mouth was:
"Idiot..."
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