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    Behind Enemy Lines

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    In the AAF issued frigate Valkyrie the energy-core engine (responsible for slip-space jumps as well as flying) was located in the center of the ship and attended by several engineers to maintain stability. Mostly the tech was trusted, but it was never a good idea to leave the engine cores unintended in case they should overheat. From there it was a sixty-foot trek and a flight of steps up into the command deck, and through their only ten feet into the helm. The helm was where the pilots sat in army-issued “padded” seats, pressing buttons as they neared their location. In the inky black expanse of the universe, one direction tended to look like any other. Ahead there appeared nothing in their flight line other than more space dotted with brilliant lights.

    “What are those coordinates again?”

    “1038, 77359.03”

    “Check the map.”

    “I did. Twice. We’re nearly on top of it.”

    “Didn’t they say when we got close enough we’d see it?”

    “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

    “I’m not seeing it…”

    As if summoned there was a distortion immediately to the upper right of their field of sight, the blackness of space shifting until suddenly a Cydrans space station appeared from seemingly nowhere. They were practically flying into the damn thing! Intel couldn’t have told them to be cautious? In union the turrets turned on the Valkyrie.

    “They’re readying the guns. Shields engage!”

    “Shields are engaged, sir.”

    No one could have anticipated what followed. As the guns fired, a vivid beam of blue light emerged from the cannon and struck the Valkyrie’s shield like a sledgehammer. The shield lite up, visibly under extreme stress from just one shot.

    “Shields at 65%”

    “From one shot?!”

    “Sir, the shields can’t-“

    Two more beams followed in rapid secession, the shield vainly trying to maintain stability under the assault. It spluttered fitfully for a few more seconds before simply disengaging.

    “Shit shit shit shit shit!” What kind of weapon cuts through shields like butter? When did they develop this tech? Did AAF Command know? “We need to get the hell out of here – those guns will tear us apart.”

    Yes, sir.”

    AAF frigates were fast ships, and the Valkyrie was one of the fastest in the fleet. But even she couldn’t pull out of the station’s firing range quickly enough. It was a valiant effort, but as they made to turn the Valkyrie took a glancing blow to the helm. Half the circuits fried instantly, an explosion killing one of the pilots and a few unlucky staff caught in it. The remaining pilot was able to maneuver the ship, but the station took another shot that cut through the thick adamantite plating and puncturing the engine core’s adamantite sphere. As before, two more beams followed, fully firing on the engine core.

    Had any of the engineers survived the initial blast to the admantite sphere they would have been amazed by the reaction of the engine core. Rather than overheating and blowing up, the engine core seemed to absorb the energy, becoming unstable. The Valkyrie received an unexpected surge of power even while the engine core readings spiked at dangerously high levels. The technicians monitoring the readings – seasoned vets that weren’t disturbed by some fire exchange – had never seen readings that high. By all accounts the ship should have been blown sky high by now. That much power to the core was too much of an unknown variant, and even as they watched the readings kept climbing to dangerously high levels.

    One of the techs had the presence of mind to call an immediate evacuation of the ship. Whatever was happening to the core wasn’t going to last, and would have catastrophic results when it became too much for the core. With the ship being bombarded mercilessly by the station and it’s highly powerful guns, the core wouldn’t last much longer under the strain.

    One by one the personal on the Valkyrie made their way to the escape pods with discipline only seen in the military. One by one the pods were shot out into open space and towards the planet Arandia…
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    Vance eventually started coming round. He was laying on his back, in a grassy field somewhere. He jumped up, and grabbed for his ICP...which...wasn't there. Shit... Vance looked around. There it was, on the ground a few feet away! He scooped it up, and checked it over. Rule number one: Your weapon is your highest priority. Without it you will die. His pistol was there on his hip, and... Pretty. Where the hell was Pretty Fly? Vance looked around, and noticed the escape pod laying a few yards away. Well, what was left of it. He hurried over, and looked into the wreckage. There, lying on what was left of the seat was Pretty Fly. Her folding capabilities had saved her from extensive repairs. Vance picked her up and turned her on. She processed the reboot for a second, then beeped in a "Let's go!" manner. Vance shouldered his rifle, and scanned the area. There, in the distance, was another pod. Vance slowly approached it, ready for anything...
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    The Valkyrie practically exploded around Vincent Merrill. The blast threw him out of his bunk in the medical bay and on to the cold, hard floor. He struggled to draw breath into his lungs, red emergency lights flashed and loud alarms sounded.

    “All personnel! Attention all personnel! Abandon ship!”

    Vincent rolled over on his back and gasped for air. His head pounded with pain and the loud alarms weren’t helping.

    'Get up...get up, Vincent!'

    “Doctor, we have to go!” A male nurse yelled, grabbing Vincent’s arm and hauling him to his feet.

    Vincent shook his head side to side, trying to regain some sense of clarity. “The patients….” He said quietly. Somehow his nurse heard him.

    “We’re already loading them into escape pods! Come on! We need to go!”

    Vincent shook his head. “They come first!” He yelled, grabbing his gear from the foot locker. He pulled his armor on over his body-suit, hours of training kicking in, helping him don it in seconds. He snatched his helmet out of the locker and strapped his head into it. “Load as much of the medical supplies as you can into one of the pods then evacuate it!” He screamed, grabbing his medical bag and tossing his kit into it as well as a syringe holder of Trauma-Gels.

    Another strong blast hit the ship; it wouldn’t take much more of this.

    “Doctor, what do you want us to do!?” One of the nurses yelled, a young man with blonde hair who couldn’t have been more than 18 years old.

    Vincent nodded his head and smiled. “You’ve done all you can! Get in the pod! I’ll see you on the ground.”

    The nurse ran to one of the pods and the door slammed shut, there was a loud thud and then the sound of a rocket ignited and shot the pod away from the ship.

    Vincent grabbed his primary and secondary weapons off the rack and slung his main over his shoulder and strapped the pistol to his hip. “Everybody get to a pod! We’ve done all we can!” He shouted. What remained of the nurses hurried into the remaining pods and they jettisoned into the cold blackness of space. He grabbed a small tablet computer off of one of the desks and ran over to the pod with the medical supplies in it. He tapped a few commands on the tablet and then on the inside of the pod’s computer and then jumped out as the door slammed shut. He pulled a lever on the panel to the right of the pod to manually jettison it.

    “Doctor, we need to leave NOW!”

    Vincent turned around, startled by someone’s voice other than his own. “Get in the pod.” He shouted. The nurse shook his head.

    “You first, Sir,” the nurse replied.

    At that moment Vincent remembered something that his father had told him when he was a boy, when he would read him stories before bed.

    ‘A true leader is the first in the charge and the last in the retreat.’

    “Get in the pod, soldier. That’s an order.” Vincent said.

    A massive blast shook the ship one final time, this time it was internal. From what Vincent could assume, the energy core had detonated; that meant that there wasn’t that much time left. “That was the energy core detonating, soldier. Get in the pod before I force you in.” Vincent threatened, with respect of course.

    The nurse saluted, which Vincent returned, and jumped into one of the remaining two pods. “See you on the ground, Sir.” He slammed his hand on one of the buttons and the pod rocketed away.

    Vincent wasted no time in sprinting to one of the pods and strapped himself into the crash harness and punched the button above him. The inertia of the initial launch nearly made him lose his stomach; he felt it jump up in his throat as the pod hurtled towards the planet below him. His head pounded in pain and he tried to refrain from gritting his teeth, knowing full well that when this smashed into the ground all his teeth would crack.

    Something smashed into his pod from behind.

    He looked out the window and saw the reddish orange flames of the ship exploding. Debris was slamming into the adamantite hull of his pod and was shifting him off course. Vincent knew that the hull would hold but the quadruple paned space glass would shatter if one small piece of debris hit it in the right spot.

    And then it happened.

    A loud shattering noise followed by the almost deafening sound of air rushing out. Vincent pressed a button on his helmet, causing it to become airtight and allow him to breath for a short time in the vacuum. Soon he saw clouds, then sky, then his pod slammed into a tree and he blacked out.
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    The red lights were exciting for Macbeth. Hopping around the Valkyrie, the fully armored man giggled in delight. He was moving around in circles slowly; very slowly. One might wonder why he'd even take his time when there were so many other things to do! He wouldn't stop jumping around with joy, so he was pretty much occupied. It was like a rave party to him; people running around wildly, screaming with joy... or at least, that's what his delusional mind saw and heard. Since when did he make any sense, anyways? Five years ago?

    "Hics ehz bha greatest typar vie veer ahd!"


    But the party didn't last long. For suddenly, a man skipped towards Macbeth before telling him with a happy voice,

    "Mr. Arcterius! I'm glad you're enjoying the party, but I'm sorry to inform you that the party is ending."

    "BAH! Hsaem uhn eey!"





    The blood trickling from the man's stomach never ceased. Clutching his stomach in pain, the soldier begged with a pitiful look,

    "Please, sir! Could you please help...! Urgh!!!... H-Help me... get to the... pods...?!"

    The armored man stood silently, as if trying to gaze into the soldier's soul. The mysterious human had his ribs fractured, yet he seemed to be completely fine. Making out a jester-like laughter, the armored man crossed his arms before speaking in his code language. He cracked his knuckles in an intimidating way.




    "Fool! Ytpar's jahst eegahn!... Tbu hen eegahn, ey kood hum kack. Eer's guh herawile jift!"


    Grabbing the man lightly, he slapped the man multiple times in a friendly way. The friendly man simply blinked before laughing. He then waved off Macbeth. "Later, my friend!"

    Giggling, the armored man skipped towards the exit. There were candies plastered all over the exit sign. Just looking at them made Macbeth drool.




    Macbeth left with heavy footsteps without a word. Entering an escape pod, he left for Arandia. But it was a tragedy in a way, for no one may remember about the dying soldier who had encountered the one maniacal man that loved sweets and fast food. A head rolled down the floors of the Valkyrie...
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    Darien had been in one of the observation decks. Having been born on a frontier world, Darien enjoyed being on the ground. He hated space and ships with a burning passion. The smallest miscalculation or malfunction and they could fly into a sun and all be killed and at least on the ground Darien could make a difference. He could track an army's movements, take a Cydran's head off from miles away, plant explosives and sabotage enemy infrastructure. But on the ship? Hell he couldn't even help fix himself lunch!

    His stomach growled. Speaking of lunch..

    The ship suddenly shook, and looking out the window, Darien watch in horror as a series of blue beams fire at the Valkyrie.

    God I hate space... He thought bitterly, sprinting out of the deck and began his trek to the bridge. He hoped the Captain would have the answers he would demand, but his hope was short-lived when an order was broadcasted through the ship intercom systems; they were abandoning ship. All personnel were to make their way to the closet available escape pod.

    Fucking hell! Darien growled, having to double back the way he came to the escape pods, Oh you'll be fine Sergeant! The Valkyrie is one of the fastest ships in the fleet! The crew's experienced, they know what they're doing!

    An explosion behind Darien sent him face-first into the deck. He had no time to think about the pain though, and he quickly got himself up and running again.

    What? No! We expect resistance will be light! Pfft, it'll be a blowthrough op for someone of your kill Darien! Just go with the team, provide some security and bam! Your done!

    The sheer level of hated Darien felt for Naval Intelligence and it's spooks was sky-high. If he could only have a list of all the names that were involved in his recruitment; the one who recommended him, the one who accepted him, the one who talked him into it, even the pilots that ferried him from his unit to the team. They would all feel his wrath..

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    "November"

    November was recharging in her quarters when she detected first the activation of the ship’s shield systems, then the massive decrease in shield power. She immediately powered herself up, disengaging from the charge terminal. The pilots failed to alert me, she registered with what would equate to distaste in a human. It had been planned ahead of time that she would be making the final approach to the station, humans, however, had a habit of distrusting AI, especially those AI that were designed for the sole purpose of replacing them. Rather than waste time considering what might have happened though, she quickly began making her way to the bridge to see how she might be of assistance.
    She was barely seconds out of her room when another blast rocked the ship, this one cutting into the engine core. November had at first hypothesized that the weapon was likely a Gravitic Neutron Cannon; however, when her sensors detected the energy fluctuations in the engine core she immediately discarded that notion. No weapon in her database, even those that were merely hypothetical, would have this effect on the ship. Regardless of what it was, it was clear that the core would quickly go critical and detonate with a force roughly equivalent to a thermonuclear missile. That in mind, November began running for the escape pods before the evacuation order was made, she had developed an almost human sense of self preservation. After strapping herself into an escape pod, she initiated impact procedures and launched off the vessel towards the planet below, shutting down in the process.
    ~
    When November’s systems reactivated she was on the planet’s surface. When she exited the escape pod her sensors detected a nearby life form, turning to her side she immediately identified it as Vance. She turned and began approaching him, it was best that she locate any mission critical survivors as quickly as possible, before any Cydran ground forces had time to respond. It was not likely that she would find enough to complete the original mission, but with enough they might be able to achieve the mission’s goals through alternative means.

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    In the desert
    I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
    Who, squatting upon the ground,
    Held his heart in his hands,
    And ate of it.
    I said, “Is it good, friend?”
    “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
    “But I like it
    “Because it is bitter,
    “And because it is my heart.”

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    When the station fired on the Valkyrie Riven had been in the command bridge unsuccessfully trying to ignore some of the hooded looks shot her way. When the cloaking device apparently failed the ship’s scanner immediately ran over the station, projecting a miniature replica up in blue holographic glory. Labels popped up beside them – bay doors, maintenance doors, thinner armour plating – all theoretical of course, but Naval Intelligence hadn’t encountered anything like the station, nor the cloaking device it utilized. Better to go in with a limited understanding of the structure than none at all.

    Besides, it kept Riven’s mind busy. Knowing that her father was the one who orchestrated her involvement in the mission still made her angry, but she didn’t have the option to shy away this time. And failure was not an option, meaning that she needed any and every advantage to see the success of this mission. They had all been given their orders, knew what they were expected to do. Highly specialized individuals were not often paired up on missions together unless it was critical – the cloaking device. And Command choose the best of the best to ensure success at all cost for that tech.

    Yeah, no pressure.

    She watched the holographic station take aim and fire on the Valkyrie. The shields were designed to distributed blast energy across the surface, and so no impact was felt. Mini-station shot twice more at the ship, and the computer scan beside her beeped.

    Weapon analysis….

    Analyzing….

    Analyzing…

    Insufficient data.


    Riven had time to quirk an eyebrow at the malfunction before she heard the cries from the helm. Her head snapped up in time to see the primary pilot falling off his seat limply. She swore under her breath and made her way to the helm, but as she walked through the small walkway the ship violently shook. Where the hell were the shields? Did the shots penetrate? She had served on enough ships to know that hull integrity could withstand more than few hits from Cydran weapons even before showing signs of damage. So what the hell was going on? Were the Valkyrie’s shields overwhelmed so easily? She was no tech, but the talking heads down in NI said that it wouldn’t be a concern, didn’t they?

    It was not only a concern; it was a very real threat.

    Another shudder rippled through the ship, and the call for evacuation blared. Red lights flashed along the paneling and flooring of the ship, flashing in sync towards the nearest escape pods. Riven ignored the lights directions and ran into the helm. “Anyone injured?” She cried out over the announcement, scanning the cockpit for any immobile personnel. The surviving crew was a little banged up but otherwise in fine fair, and together they made their way to the escape pods. Riven made sure the crew was safely launched before she entered one of the remaining pods and detached from the ship. Watching from the small confines as she fell away from the ship always felt surreal to her, but as she watched the ship blew up, a cascade of debris firing in all directions. Her descent to the planet was largely uneventful, although pieces of the Valkyrie would fly into her pod.

    When she hit ground Riven wasted no time in opening the pod door. Arandia was under hostile control, and they would be receiving a transmission from the station of the survivors if they hadn’t already. First order of business was to re-check her weapons. Gun, gun, knife – check. She scanned the area around her for any signs of life or pods and found one... in a tree.

    Really?

    She quirked an eyebrow at the display before giving her head a little shake and moving briskly towards the pod, searching the surrounding area for threats. The region was thick with wildlife and trees – it was no real surprise that the pod had happened to land in a tree. Hilarious, but unsurprising.

    Riven arrived at the base of the pod catching tree and cupped her hands, yelling as softly as she could. Of course, her own pods landing was likely louder than anything she would possible do vocally, but discretion was key.

    “Anyone home?”

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    Vincent awoke with a start; blood ran down his head in thick streams. He coughed loudly, almost as ragged as the pod he rode in on. His pod had crashed down on the planet’s surface; that was a fun ride. He looked around to get his bearings. His pod must have crashed upside down, for gravity was pulling him towards the other side of the pod.

    “Perfect…” He breathed, before devolving into another coughing fit. He grabbed at the crash harness and pressed the clasp in the centre. With an audible “click” the harness fell off him and Vincent fell the three or four feet to the other end of the pod. He landed on his shoulder. There was a popping sound and Vincent grit his teeth in pain, letting out a scream through his teeth. He dislocated his left shoulder; that was a first. He crawled across overturned pod towards his medical bag, opened it, and pulled out a thick wad of tensor bandage. He unraveled it as best he could one handed and proceeded to wrap his left arm up into a sling. This took him several minutes, seeing as he was left handed.

    Once it was wrapped up, he went about finding the rest of his gear which was, of course, not secured properly. He had found his medical bag already, his carbine was undamaged thanks to its sturdy construction, his helmet had been torn off and was sitting in a corner of the pod and was thankfully undamaged, and his handgun was attached to his hip somehow. He didn’t question how something that was airtight was torn from his head while a piece of leather holding a heavy gun stayed strapped to him. Vincent drew his pistol and slung his carbine, albeit awkwardly, over his shoulder and proceeded towards the busted hatch of his pod.

    He pressed his hand against the door and pushed. It didn’t budge. He pushed again, this time harder. It didn’t budge. He threw as much of his weight on it as he physically could. With a loud grunt the door finally gave way, and Vincent had a fraction of a second to realize what awaited him.

    The door plummeted towards the ground, he was easily fifty feet in the air. In a tree. He was STUCK in a tree. He spun around, his shoulder screaming in pain. He caught the edge of the pod in his hand, just barely. His legs flailed helplessly as he struggled to pull himself back into the pod that only seconds before he was begging to escape from. He grunted and attempted to pull himself up, but he was only so strong.

    The pod shifted and in that brief moment everything seemed to stop moving, waiting for Vincent to realize what was happening to him.

    “Oh no…” He cursed under his breath.

    The pod shifted again, it was starting to lose its purchase in the tree. Branches cracked and splintered, pieces of wood shattered around him. He fought to try and reach anything near him but there was nothing for him to grab on to. He realized what he needed to do. The pod came loose, falling to the hard ground beneath him. With one final grunt, Vincent pulled himself up into the pod and quickly strapped himself into the nearest crash harness; the term “crash” being literal in this sense. His shoulder let out another loud scream of pain as he let out a scream of his own.

    The pod slammed into the ground and Vincent’s teeth clacked together painfully; he was lucky he didn’t have his tongue between his teeth; he would have bit it off. The pain in Vincent’s shoulder almost crippled him. Again, he unclasped himself from his chair but this time he remained seated. He shook his head, his vision was becoming fuzzy. Once he was out of the pod he would have to tend to his injuries. Thankfully the door to the pod was facing forwards now.

    He hobbled out of the pod and looked around. He knew what the environment was like because he had read the briefing, all 200 odd pages of it; it was considered light reading for someone like him. He flopped down, his back against the pod. A human like shape appeared in his peripheral vision. He took a glance over, rubbing his eyes. It was so familiar.

    ‘No freaking way…’

    “Riven? Riven, is that you?”

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    Underneath the dark helmet, Macbeth's eyes jerked open. Looking around, he found himself in a sealed container.

    "Damn! Uhm hee aavyn uhnaer nightmare?!"


    Wishing to go back "to the real world," Macbeth tried to hit himself, but he didn't need to. The container he was in shook violently, and by the looks of it, the dream wouldn't be ending any sooner. Sighing, the man shook his head before taking a quick peak out of the pod. The sky above seemed to be running away from the ground that chased it. A strange dream, since he never try something like this in his world. Believing that even dreams could threaten his life, the man cracked his neck before mumbling something that couldn't be translated. He took note of the fact that there were other containers falling straight to the ground like his.

    The container landed violently on the ground. Macbeth took a few seconds to take in a few deep breathes before kicking the unlocked door of the tiny prison. He left the strange container, with no idea of what he was even doing. Staggering at every step, the armored man took a good look around the foreign surroundings. There was nothing bright and happy in this world! Just dark, and... a scary atmosphere. He wanted to leave. But then curiosity struck him.

    The containers. The other containers. There were other containers that had struck the ground. Maybe there were people like him; people who were stuck in this realistic nightmare. He would ask them what he was doing here in the first place.




    Leaving where his pod was destroyed, the silent man headed off for the other escape pods.

    "Vengeance begets vengeance."

    ~ Travis Touchdown

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    Vance and Pretty Fly advanced toward the tree line. The in-helmet feed from Pretty showed that the AI (June, was it?) Had landed and was approaching. Vance cautiously stepped into the trees and scanned the horizon. Being stranded on the planet brought back bad memories. Figures. Freaking figures. Vance noticed a pod sitting on the ground, with two figures by it. One he immediately identified as Riven. He walked over, still holding his weapon at the ready. He did a 360 and said, in a cold voice, gravely and electronic, "The horizon is clear beyond the tree line. The AI has been spotted as well." Vance lowered his weapon and threw a brief field salute to the commander. "What's wrong with him?". He gestured with his rifle to the commando laying on the ground beside what Vance assumed was his pod
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