- Joined
- Dec 30, 2013
- Messages
- 57
- Reaction score
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Oh what a joy it is to watch your ship fly apart after a battle. Debris floating slowly away from your once beautiful vessel. Your crew now lifeless as the air disperses into the great unknown. You barely survived. Sitting in a fighter or shuttle, powerless as the faction you held so dear now sits alone and dead. The colors that you represent now charred from laser fire. AI turrets slowly spinning, servos and modules failing as power and fuel drain from the husk of your ship.
You hailed a ship, perhaps a passing alliance member. They come, sending word to other members, questioning you. They try to salvage your ship, only for it to start ablaze. The reactor melting down and overheating. The glow brightens the bridge of the ship you are on. You shed tears for your crew. Whatever might have been left now is surely gone. The paint burning off and turning to ash.
The captain of the ship orders a meeting between the counsel. You are invited. The long table spreads the uniformed men out, making it required to yell at each other. You go wordless. You sit and watch basic respect being bashed by your allies. A war just started.
The fighter you came in on is being rearmed as your flagship. The colors repainted, the weapons refitted. New thrusters, new anti-matter cannons, new missiles. The glorious wings and tail now shiny and bright. The latest shields are installed, heavy ballistic armor pasted on the sides. The cockpit is cleaned, blood and debris wiped off the seat and gauges.
You are now alone. The colors on this fighter mean nothing. Your leader is dead. Your crew is dead. Nothing is left but the little ship in front of you. Revenge is on your mind, but it isn't on who attacked you. The people who rescued you. The time it took to retrieve you was short. Too short. They watched you die. They waited. And even perhaps planned it. You were never really welcome during meetings or rallies in the first place. You were a threat.
You show them your power. The fighter they refit becomes their demise. The missiles breaching the bridge and hanger. The anti-matter cannons tearing open the hull. Fire engulfs the ship. Escape pods are destroyed by your hand. Tears land on the controls as you finish off the unaware ship in front of you. Your fallen comrades killed so brutally. The men and women you lead and lead you all but gone. Lost in space.
Your rampage ends quickly. Response teams are starting to radio in. War has begun for you and more then 10,000 ships. Ships that you once served with. Perhaps old friends. Maybe even lovers. Now your enemies, all looking to kill you. You seek refuge. The only place that would hold you is now gone. Your headquarters raided and destroyed. Even the backup outpost is lost. Thousands of crew members dead because of politics. You hide.
A galaxy wide manhunt has you pinned to only one place. From titans to carriers, hundreds of ships close in. No energy for weapons or escape. Your image all but lost in the corruption of the state. You hail the capital that blocks the sun from your eyes. The soft glow of the cannons is your response.
You send one last message, one that starts a group of followers. Ones that know of the truth. You start a rebellion. With nothing but 9 words. "Watching a closing is no means to an end..."
You hailed a ship, perhaps a passing alliance member. They come, sending word to other members, questioning you. They try to salvage your ship, only for it to start ablaze. The reactor melting down and overheating. The glow brightens the bridge of the ship you are on. You shed tears for your crew. Whatever might have been left now is surely gone. The paint burning off and turning to ash.
The captain of the ship orders a meeting between the counsel. You are invited. The long table spreads the uniformed men out, making it required to yell at each other. You go wordless. You sit and watch basic respect being bashed by your allies. A war just started.
The fighter you came in on is being rearmed as your flagship. The colors repainted, the weapons refitted. New thrusters, new anti-matter cannons, new missiles. The glorious wings and tail now shiny and bright. The latest shields are installed, heavy ballistic armor pasted on the sides. The cockpit is cleaned, blood and debris wiped off the seat and gauges.
You are now alone. The colors on this fighter mean nothing. Your leader is dead. Your crew is dead. Nothing is left but the little ship in front of you. Revenge is on your mind, but it isn't on who attacked you. The people who rescued you. The time it took to retrieve you was short. Too short. They watched you die. They waited. And even perhaps planned it. You were never really welcome during meetings or rallies in the first place. You were a threat.
You show them your power. The fighter they refit becomes their demise. The missiles breaching the bridge and hanger. The anti-matter cannons tearing open the hull. Fire engulfs the ship. Escape pods are destroyed by your hand. Tears land on the controls as you finish off the unaware ship in front of you. Your fallen comrades killed so brutally. The men and women you lead and lead you all but gone. Lost in space.
Your rampage ends quickly. Response teams are starting to radio in. War has begun for you and more then 10,000 ships. Ships that you once served with. Perhaps old friends. Maybe even lovers. Now your enemies, all looking to kill you. You seek refuge. The only place that would hold you is now gone. Your headquarters raided and destroyed. Even the backup outpost is lost. Thousands of crew members dead because of politics. You hide.
A galaxy wide manhunt has you pinned to only one place. From titans to carriers, hundreds of ships close in. No energy for weapons or escape. Your image all but lost in the corruption of the state. You hail the capital that blocks the sun from your eyes. The soft glow of the cannons is your response.
You send one last message, one that starts a group of followers. Ones that know of the truth. You start a rebellion. With nothing but 9 words. "Watching a closing is no means to an end..."
