After a bit of wait, we’re live boys
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Anders @DuneToa
September 21st, 06:27, Sivas Standard Time
Anders, you find yourself looking at a small city from above, as you fall in slow motion alongside your brethren towards its numerous structures that seem to cling to the ground, unlike the cities of your home that scramble for the sky. Looking to the west you see the dark line of the Blackvine column that is nearing the city. Wishing for the cover of night, you touch down in the middle of a side street and cut your cords. Looking around, you wonder if it would be better to scout out the area on your own instead of meeting up with the other men and women you dropped with like you are supposed to.
Nilas @ajtazt
September 21st, 06:27, Sivas Standard Time
Listening to Argon comms may be your job, but it’s also how you find things out first, even when you perhaps shouldn’t. In this case, it was that the last of the transports were finally loaded and heading out. Yours was luckily running on time, meaning that the destination was in range of your equipment. Somewhere between a large rural town and small city, Ercis was still covered in many layers of radio communications even at sunrise. Browsing between different frequencies, you find a radio station airing local music, a few wavelengths sending information between buildings, likely emergency services based off the sounds of the last channel: an emergency evacuation order is being broadcast to the entire place, warning of an approaching column of United Colonial Military troops. Bingo. There’s the confirmation you were looking for. This operation won’t be a waste after all, though it does mean you’ll be seeing some action. Checking the time, you realize the paratroopers that you heard about on a not-so-open channel of the Baronies’ comms should be touching down about now. Perhaps you’ll get to listen in on their conversations while you wait out the last few minutes of the ride there?
Lin @MakutaOisli
September 21st, 06:24, Sivas Standard Time
“LC Gang?”
You turn your head at the calling of your name. Eyes settling on the captain, you stand, your massive hardsuit whirring and clicking at even a simple motion. Now a lone obsidian pillar among the more familiar browns and olives of the other resting soldiers nearby, you stand out even more than usual.
“We’ve observed Argon paratroopers dropping in advance teams and supplies at the town ahead, meaning we may well end up facing them nearby. We need to drive them out in hopes that the rest of our column will be able to establish a foothold before the Baronies’ ■■■■■■■■ can get here.”
Eyeing your commander, then turning to the troops nearby, you open your mouth to speak-
“We’re sending you in with our strike team because they likely have transports following shortly behind those paratroopers, meaning those men WILL need backup if they are to come back alive”
-only to be interrupted with the answer
”Ill give you a moment to gather your gear, then meet outside my tent and I’ll introduce you to the others.”
Rad @BynariDistress
September 21st, 06:24, Sivas Standard Time
You watch as the captain hikes up a small hill to talk to the last member of your team: a mean looking woman who inhabits a shining black hardsuit that stands out among all but significantly customized hardsuits, like your own.
”So what 'd ya think the lady’s like?”
The question came from the leader of your group, Sergeant Okar. Never a proper man, he is very rarely afraid to voice what’s on his mind, and the safety net provided by him not actually being part of your organization, rather belonging to the Sivas Militia, meant he couldn’t technically be punished for his commentary by the captain.
You turn to gauge the reactions of the others selected for the advance team before responding. Those from the Sivas Vanguard, like the sergeant, are used to his mannerisms, leaving a chuckle or eye roll as the biggest reaction. Some of your fellow Blackvine soldiers shoot looks of shock at the man, but mostly stay silent, not wanting to cause strife before such a mission.
Ace @NOTaHFfan
September 21st, roughly 06:35 Sivas Standard Time
“Ground, sky. Ground, sky. Ground. Shock.”
A phrase familiar to the racers of your homeworld, it was the closest way you could put whatever was going on into words. The engineering accessways never had windows, yet here you were, watching the stars fade to blue more and more with each passing rotation. Clinging to a wall opposite the growing hole in the ship’s hull, centrifugal force threatens to rip your magnetic hold away while the ground rushes toward your doomed ship. In likely your last moments, what thoughts race through your mind?
Vitus @Ghid
Undetermined time
Standing on a bulkhead, secured only by the magnetic boots of your hardsuit, a console beeps from the other side of a bridge. Some officers discuss among themselves for a moment, then you hear the strong voice of your father cut through the conversation “Well then we have to move to intercept. If those cursed destroyers get within range of Whispered Faith, she won’t last more than a couple of salvos.”
You turn away, looking to your mother who is standing on another surface of the bridge’s interior. She seems tired still, yet is tense. You can’t blame her, neither of you were supposed to be on the ship during combat, and the thought of facing off against two of the Baronies’ Barracuda destroyers with just your old Pirot class frigate was terrifying. Thinking back to your studies, you remind yourself that your ship has almost as much tonnage as the two destroyers put together, but you still can’t ignore the fact that they are far better armed. Your thoughts are suddenly cut short by a voice howling across the compartment.
“INCOMING ORDINANCE, HELMETS ON AND BRACE FOR IMPACT”
Knowing you have mere seconds if you are lucky, you grab the helmet floating near your hip and slam it over your head. Your mother begins to rush you through the bulkhead away from the bridge, the floating hair coming from her exposed head blocking your view to your father. Moving through the passage as quickly as possible in the zero-g, you try to make it away from such a target area.
The ship suddenly is rocked by an impact so violent that you’re sure whatever hit it went clean through. To your horror, you look to the bridge behind you and see the soft glow of Sivas in its place.
September 21st, 02:01, Sivas Standard Time
Waking in a cold sweat, you try to calm your shaking hands. You look around the hospital room and try to convince yourself that it is safe here, that the wall won’t suddenly disappear and show you the bodies and debris that burned themselves into your memory only two weeks ago. Slowly laying down, balling part of your blanket in your fists in an attempt to calm your trembling body, sleep slowly comes after what feels like hours.
September 21st, 06:27, Sivas Standard Time
You turn your head at a gentle knock on the door, and you hear the voice of one of the nurses that had been tending to you throughout the past week. “Mister Warthen, we need to get you out of here, an evacuation has been ordered. I can explain more once you’re moving, but a Blackvine column is nearing the town. Is it alright if I come in?”