@Sigma But also, since I don't think the Dathu exactly know what Gaia is, you should maybe put something about them finding a Gaian flag or something like that.
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@Sigma Alright cool, I just thought that if we really wanted the Dathu to harbor some animosity, we'd have to do more than just kill some of their soldiers, we'd need their leadership to be a little shook by the events.
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@Sigma Alright, post is up. Honestly though, I can change the last part if you have a problem with it.
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Central Security Command, Kausis System
The last of the Gaian defenders huddled into the Central Command, about ten private security and twenty-five miners. They were being led by John, an ex Marine sergeant, who was on a communication device with Seamus, an old miner who was alone in one of the residential areas, when he heard an explosion on the other end, and placed it down. "Seamus is gone." He looked around to the last survivors. A couple of the security guards were on turrets, but most of them were sitting around him. He didn't know what to say to these men-some were as young as fifteen. He knew they were gone.
He heard weeps, prayers. In the corner, the reverend at the colony's church was kneeling over a young boy, giving him his final rites. At his side, John had his weapon-a sledgehammer. His rifle died after shooting a dozen of these bastards. Just then, he heard something strange-a violin tuning. He turned around. One of the older miners had grabbed a fiddle, and started playing. One of the other ones started singing and old song that all Gaian miners and soldiers learn at some point.
I was born where I would die,
In search of fortune in the mines,
And it's here I will take my final stand,
I've seen rocks throughout the galaxy,
And if I must end, it's fine by me,
Just bury me in my fair homeland.
More miners started joining in.
Bury me in Gaia,
Bury me in Gaia,
Though my soul be damned,
In this heathen land,
Bury me in Gaia.
At this, the rest of the defenders joined in the sad song, though a few broke off with their rifles, going back to fire at the remaining aliens.
Bury me in Gaia,
Bury me in Gaia,
I'll die with rifle in hand,
In this heathen land,
But bury me in Gaia.
The original two musicians kept playing, but the rest of the miners had broken off to continue the fight. And they managed to keep up the fight for a few more hours, taking down a good many Dathu. In this time, John had made his way to the communications deck in the Command Center, and send a message to Gaia, explaining what had happened. Eventually though, one of the turrets shot down a Dathu fighter at the exact wrong time. The entire building shook with rage.
John woke up, coughing, dust and debris surrounding him, when he heard footsteps coming, and rose, grabbing the sledgehammer next to him, and waited by the door. As the Dathu and Yanthu entered, he swung, caving in one of their skulls, brains splattering on the Xeno behind him. He swung again, striking a Yanthu in the gut, causing it to keel over in pain. Another raised its gun at him, but John grabbed a Yanthu soldier, putting the handle of the hammer on his neck before the one aiming at him accidentally shot his comrade, before the former marine struck him dead in the throat. It was then that the one he hit in the gut shot him square in the back, and John keeled over, screaming in pain. The Dathu commander walked over to him. "Was this worth it Terran? To die like this? For what?" John started laughing, in between coughs of blood. "Fuck, I don't know, but you gotta admit, it's pretty cool how I got your boy's brains out, ain't it?" The commander grimaced, and kicked him on the ground, before picking him up and holding him close to his face.
"You are the last of your puny defenders, and you will die like the rest of them!" John nodded. "Yeah...well...not quite."
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It's too bad the Dathu learned nothing of the vibrant and fascinating culture of the Gaian Miners before unleashing their wrath upon them. Then they would've known about the prize ship. You see, after so many pirate attacks on the Gaian trade ships, the sponsors of these mining expeditions started paying for a ship much more expensive than the rest of them, a large cargo ship that, while defenseless, had decent cloaking technology, supposed to be used to transport as much wealth as possible back to the sponsor in case of a large scale attack. This colony had a prize ship as well, but this wasn't filled with precious metal.
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Dathu Flagship, Battle of Kausis Fields
The admiral of the Dathu fleet surveyed the destruction, when a communication signal, apparently from some nearby miner, tried to come through. He allowed it. It was only a voice-no face.
"Do you believe in Christ?" The whole of the Dathu ship starts laughing, before the admiral responds, "We have no need for such weak Terran gods."
"Well, you might want to start."
"And why's that?"
"You're about to meet him." At that, the Kausis Colony prize ship, filled to the brim with mining explosives, appeared right in front of the flagship's deck, slamming into the ship full force.
The last of the Gaian defenders huddled into the Central Command, about ten private security and twenty-five miners. They were being led by John, an ex Marine sergeant, who was on a communication device with Seamus, an old miner who was alone in one of the residential areas, when he heard an explosion on the other end, and placed it down. "Seamus is gone." He looked around to the last survivors. A couple of the security guards were on turrets, but most of them were sitting around him. He didn't know what to say to these men-some were as young as fifteen. He knew they were gone.
He heard weeps, prayers. In the corner, the reverend at the colony's church was kneeling over a young boy, giving him his final rites. At his side, John had his weapon-a sledgehammer. His rifle died after shooting a dozen of these bastards. Just then, he heard something strange-a violin tuning. He turned around. One of the older miners had grabbed a fiddle, and started playing. One of the other ones started singing and old song that all Gaian miners and soldiers learn at some point.
I was born where I would die,
In search of fortune in the mines,
And it's here I will take my final stand,
I've seen rocks throughout the galaxy,
And if I must end, it's fine by me,
Just bury me in my fair homeland.
More miners started joining in.
Bury me in Gaia,
Bury me in Gaia,
Though my soul be damned,
In this heathen land,
Bury me in Gaia.
At this, the rest of the defenders joined in the sad song, though a few broke off with their rifles, going back to fire at the remaining aliens.
Bury me in Gaia,
Bury me in Gaia,
I'll die with rifle in hand,
In this heathen land,
But bury me in Gaia.
The original two musicians kept playing, but the rest of the miners had broken off to continue the fight. And they managed to keep up the fight for a few more hours, taking down a good many Dathu. In this time, John had made his way to the communications deck in the Command Center, and send a message to Gaia, explaining what had happened. Eventually though, one of the turrets shot down a Dathu fighter at the exact wrong time. The entire building shook with rage.
John woke up, coughing, dust and debris surrounding him, when he heard footsteps coming, and rose, grabbing the sledgehammer next to him, and waited by the door. As the Dathu and Yanthu entered, he swung, caving in one of their skulls, brains splattering on the Xeno behind him. He swung again, striking a Yanthu in the gut, causing it to keel over in pain. Another raised its gun at him, but John grabbed a Yanthu soldier, putting the handle of the hammer on his neck before the one aiming at him accidentally shot his comrade, before the former marine struck him dead in the throat. It was then that the one he hit in the gut shot him square in the back, and John keeled over, screaming in pain. The Dathu commander walked over to him. "Was this worth it Terran? To die like this? For what?" John started laughing, in between coughs of blood. "Fuck, I don't know, but you gotta admit, it's pretty cool how I got your boy's brains out, ain't it?" The commander grimaced, and kicked him on the ground, before picking him up and holding him close to his face.
"You are the last of your puny defenders, and you will die like the rest of them!" John nodded. "Yeah...well...not quite."
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It's too bad the Dathu learned nothing of the vibrant and fascinating culture of the Gaian Miners before unleashing their wrath upon them. Then they would've known about the prize ship. You see, after so many pirate attacks on the Gaian trade ships, the sponsors of these mining expeditions started paying for a ship much more expensive than the rest of them, a large cargo ship that, while defenseless, had decent cloaking technology, supposed to be used to transport as much wealth as possible back to the sponsor in case of a large scale attack. This colony had a prize ship as well, but this wasn't filled with precious metal.
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Dathu Flagship, Battle of Kausis Fields
The admiral of the Dathu fleet surveyed the destruction, when a communication signal, apparently from some nearby miner, tried to come through. He allowed it. It was only a voice-no face.
"Do you believe in Christ?" The whole of the Dathu ship starts laughing, before the admiral responds, "We have no need for such weak Terran gods."
"Well, you might want to start."
"And why's that?"
"You're about to meet him." At that, the Kausis Colony prize ship, filled to the brim with mining explosives, appeared right in front of the flagship's deck, slamming into the ship full force.
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@Sigma Just know that whatever happens, I planned it from the beginning...it's not as bad as it souds, it's just gonna piss of the Dathu a little bit.
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@SigmaThx bruh
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@Sigma Alright, post is up
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Kausis System: Fairbank Mining Company
The workday is over, and miners pile into a mobile bar they had set up. The wealthy planter that sponsored this colony, Merryweather Fairbank, doesn't sponsor the bar. No, the miners pay for Dierks, the bartender who went on these mining expeditions, out of their own pockets.
It's strange; looking from the inside, you wouldn't know they were miners, or that they were Gaian. Hell, you wouldn't even know that Terrans ever colonized outside of Earth, as the atmospheric bubble that surrounded many of the 'residential' asteroids allowed for them to walk into the bar without a suit. They laughed as Dierks, a former Ranger, brought them drinks, and a few grabbed guitars, fiddles, and other instruments. As Dierks went back to the bar the pour out some whiskey, while the miners sang a rousing and drunken 'Rose for Virginia', he looked out the window; Fairbank may not pay for a bar, but he does pay for a somewhat decent defence system-you need one on these far off expeditions to ward off whatever small pirate groups would try to harass the miners. Right now, Dierks stared at an ion cannon-the colony had about forty of these, all manned by Fairbank's private security. That's when he noticed a small dot in the distance-it soon turned to many. Ships. Xeno ships, by the looks of them. "Shit!" he exclaimed, and scurried for the bar, grabbing the laser rifle he kept underneath in case someone got too roudy. "Xenos! Everyone, get a gun!"
The rest of the bar all started shouting, worried, as the ran out of the bar to either their homes, or the supply shacks around the asteroids which usually had a few weapons in them. Due to the ambush, it was hard to be prepared, but some managed to get a spacesuit on. The ion cannons started firing, blasting down a number of the oncoming Dathu craft, but as they moved onwards, the miners prepared for a fight. Dierks saw a couple of boarding craft moving towards the asteroid his bar was on, and, knowing that a pitch battle outside would be a losing battle, yelled to the armed miners that still remained on his rock. "Everyone, behind the bar and shut up!"
His heart beat. He's known battle before. All rangers have. The skull and rank insignia tattooed on his arm proved it. He and about ten miners were crouched behind the bar, rifles in hand, waiting for a signal. He heard the bar doors creak open, and the foreign footsteps of a Xeno step inside. One of the miners moved his hand to his trigger, but Dierks looked at him, shaking his head. He waited a few more seconds, for more aliens to step into the building, before he shouted, "NOW!" The miners, all veterans, move up from the bar and begin firing a volley of energy blasts at the Dathu, cutting them down like the pests that they were. Dierks hopped over the bar, looking down at the corpses. They were disgusting creatures, unlike anything he'd fought in the army. He motions for the miners to move out, as they exit the building.
What Dierks came upon was far worse than he could've imagined. A whole fleet of these Xenos had enveloped the colony; the ion cannons on the edge they had come in on were destroyed, and about 24 of them remained. Meanwhile, miners and Dathu traded shots on the asteroids on which they had disembark. Other miners had gotten onto the plasma machines they used to blast holes in Asteroids and were using them as an improvised artillery. Some former pilots had gotten onto cargo and transport ships that had been outfitted with weapons and were trying in vain to fight back the horde, and some pilots who had gotten into cargo ships without weapons moved their ships to ram into the main Dathu warships, rather dying then awaiting whatever fate awaited them.
Dierks had seen his fair share of battles in his life, and knew this to be a losing one. The miners who had fought in the bar with him now went off to war, but he knew they were soon to die, and he went back into the bar to find his space suit, before jumping to a large nearby residential asteroid.
Dathu soldiers were blasting shots at a sealed door, and Dierks heard screaming behind it, and used the element of surprise to cut down the Xenos, going to knock on the door. "It's me, Dierks, open it!" A female voice behind it retorted, "Like Hell!" "Shit woman, do you want to fuckin live?" After a pause, the door unlocked, and Dierks looked inside to see a large group of women and children, who had huddled inside the house when the fighting stopped. He was also staring down a barrel of a shaking pistol.
He knew this woman-she was one of the only woman on the colony who was a miner herself, not just the wife of one. "Mary, put the gun down, it's okay." A tear rolled down her face as she hesitated, then dropped the weapon to her side. "Why ain't you fighting DIerks?" Dierks sighed. "I done enough of that...there a shuttle on this rock?" One of the other woman stepped forward. "Yeah, down below...but we can't leave our husbands!" Dierks turned around, moving towards where the shuttle was. "If they live, they'll find you."
As he and the survivors huddled into the shuttle, the AI booted up. "Emergency shuttle to Gaia, only to be used if absolutely necessary." Dierks looked up, rifle in hand, and shouted, "Shit, this seems a little necessary to me!"
"Affirmative. Are you aware that returning to Gaia if not necessary is a breach your contract with Mr. Fairbank, under page seventeen clause A6 paragraph 9?" Mary then stood up. "Fuck it, just go!"
"Affirmative." The emergency shuttle then blasted off. "Reaching warpspeed in 10...9...8...7..." As the shuttle moved out, a couple Dathu ships took after them, and the children started screaming. A plasma blast ripped one of the ships in half, as Dierks looked back to the chaos in the colony. The miners were putting up a good fight, but he knew it couldn't last for last.
"3...2...1" At this, the ensuing chaos behind them went out of sight, and the survivors, and, as it would turn out, the only survivors of the battle, were safe.
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James Montgomery Spaceport, right outside Bethleham, Gaia, Alpha Centauri System
Mutants loaded cargo of clothing and bibles onto the Eagle. Of course, they're sending me in the Eagle, thought Cincinnatus, What else would they send me in? Cincinnatus, of course, had been famous all over Terran space when he defended the Eagle against Xeno pirates for a full month. But with that fame came some losses...namely his left eye. As he watched the slaves load the ship, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Admiral Michaelson!" exclaimed President Parsons, his suit as sharp as the saber in Cincinnatus's belt. Cincinnatus turned to greet him, extending a hand. "Mr. President...for what do I owe the honor?" Shaking his hand, Parsons laughed, and said, "Why, just to see of my delegation to Earth! You will bring me back a bible, won't you?" The honored veteran nodded. "Of course, Mr. President," as he scoffed internally, or as his wife put it, 'rolled his missing eye'.
The pilgrims and other delegates that were also going to Earth turned around to see their president, all whispering to each other various remarks, some good, some not as good. Parsons, noticing the attention, chuckled, and put his arm around Cincinnatus's shoulder, leading him away from the crowd, then muttering, "Now, at this conference, don't get too chummy with the Xenos, okay?" Cincinnatus nodded. While Gaia has historically been extremely hostile towards non-human intelligent life, under the Parsons presidency, relations with the Aliens have started to cool a bit. Unfortunately, this has lowered Parsons's poll numbers a bit, and so, as talks continue, he doesn't want his delegation to seem to openly pro-Xeno.
Later, Cincinnatus was boarding the ship, and the pilgrims were saying their goodbyes to their loved ones, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see his wife, Virginia. "What, did you hope to leave without your goodbyes?" He chuckled, something he rarely did. "I thought we did that this morning!" She laughed, and hugged him tightly, leaving a kiss on his cheek. "Cincinnatus Michaelson, you never change." He smiled, and then looked behind her at his two sons, George, 25, and Jack, 18. George had recently graduated military school, and had become a lieutenant in the Marines, and was due to begin his tour of duty next month, while Jack was enrolling in a few months. Cincinnatus looked to George. "Now son, you take care of the farm while I'm gone, understand?" George saluted him, giving a stern, "Yes sir!" Cincinnatus then looked to Jack. "Jack...I'll see you." Jack nodded, not making eye contact, and Cincinnatus embarked the ship, and soon they were off, leaving for their neighbor.
The workday is over, and miners pile into a mobile bar they had set up. The wealthy planter that sponsored this colony, Merryweather Fairbank, doesn't sponsor the bar. No, the miners pay for Dierks, the bartender who went on these mining expeditions, out of their own pockets.
It's strange; looking from the inside, you wouldn't know they were miners, or that they were Gaian. Hell, you wouldn't even know that Terrans ever colonized outside of Earth, as the atmospheric bubble that surrounded many of the 'residential' asteroids allowed for them to walk into the bar without a suit. They laughed as Dierks, a former Ranger, brought them drinks, and a few grabbed guitars, fiddles, and other instruments. As Dierks went back to the bar the pour out some whiskey, while the miners sang a rousing and drunken 'Rose for Virginia', he looked out the window; Fairbank may not pay for a bar, but he does pay for a somewhat decent defence system-you need one on these far off expeditions to ward off whatever small pirate groups would try to harass the miners. Right now, Dierks stared at an ion cannon-the colony had about forty of these, all manned by Fairbank's private security. That's when he noticed a small dot in the distance-it soon turned to many. Ships. Xeno ships, by the looks of them. "Shit!" he exclaimed, and scurried for the bar, grabbing the laser rifle he kept underneath in case someone got too roudy. "Xenos! Everyone, get a gun!"
The rest of the bar all started shouting, worried, as the ran out of the bar to either their homes, or the supply shacks around the asteroids which usually had a few weapons in them. Due to the ambush, it was hard to be prepared, but some managed to get a spacesuit on. The ion cannons started firing, blasting down a number of the oncoming Dathu craft, but as they moved onwards, the miners prepared for a fight. Dierks saw a couple of boarding craft moving towards the asteroid his bar was on, and, knowing that a pitch battle outside would be a losing battle, yelled to the armed miners that still remained on his rock. "Everyone, behind the bar and shut up!"
His heart beat. He's known battle before. All rangers have. The skull and rank insignia tattooed on his arm proved it. He and about ten miners were crouched behind the bar, rifles in hand, waiting for a signal. He heard the bar doors creak open, and the foreign footsteps of a Xeno step inside. One of the miners moved his hand to his trigger, but Dierks looked at him, shaking his head. He waited a few more seconds, for more aliens to step into the building, before he shouted, "NOW!" The miners, all veterans, move up from the bar and begin firing a volley of energy blasts at the Dathu, cutting them down like the pests that they were. Dierks hopped over the bar, looking down at the corpses. They were disgusting creatures, unlike anything he'd fought in the army. He motions for the miners to move out, as they exit the building.
What Dierks came upon was far worse than he could've imagined. A whole fleet of these Xenos had enveloped the colony; the ion cannons on the edge they had come in on were destroyed, and about 24 of them remained. Meanwhile, miners and Dathu traded shots on the asteroids on which they had disembark. Other miners had gotten onto the plasma machines they used to blast holes in Asteroids and were using them as an improvised artillery. Some former pilots had gotten onto cargo and transport ships that had been outfitted with weapons and were trying in vain to fight back the horde, and some pilots who had gotten into cargo ships without weapons moved their ships to ram into the main Dathu warships, rather dying then awaiting whatever fate awaited them.
Dierks had seen his fair share of battles in his life, and knew this to be a losing one. The miners who had fought in the bar with him now went off to war, but he knew they were soon to die, and he went back into the bar to find his space suit, before jumping to a large nearby residential asteroid.
Dathu soldiers were blasting shots at a sealed door, and Dierks heard screaming behind it, and used the element of surprise to cut down the Xenos, going to knock on the door. "It's me, Dierks, open it!" A female voice behind it retorted, "Like Hell!" "Shit woman, do you want to fuckin live?" After a pause, the door unlocked, and Dierks looked inside to see a large group of women and children, who had huddled inside the house when the fighting stopped. He was also staring down a barrel of a shaking pistol.
He knew this woman-she was one of the only woman on the colony who was a miner herself, not just the wife of one. "Mary, put the gun down, it's okay." A tear rolled down her face as she hesitated, then dropped the weapon to her side. "Why ain't you fighting DIerks?" Dierks sighed. "I done enough of that...there a shuttle on this rock?" One of the other woman stepped forward. "Yeah, down below...but we can't leave our husbands!" Dierks turned around, moving towards where the shuttle was. "If they live, they'll find you."
As he and the survivors huddled into the shuttle, the AI booted up. "Emergency shuttle to Gaia, only to be used if absolutely necessary." Dierks looked up, rifle in hand, and shouted, "Shit, this seems a little necessary to me!"
"Affirmative. Are you aware that returning to Gaia if not necessary is a breach your contract with Mr. Fairbank, under page seventeen clause A6 paragraph 9?" Mary then stood up. "Fuck it, just go!"
"Affirmative." The emergency shuttle then blasted off. "Reaching warpspeed in 10...9...8...7..." As the shuttle moved out, a couple Dathu ships took after them, and the children started screaming. A plasma blast ripped one of the ships in half, as Dierks looked back to the chaos in the colony. The miners were putting up a good fight, but he knew it couldn't last for last.
"3...2...1" At this, the ensuing chaos behind them went out of sight, and the survivors, and, as it would turn out, the only survivors of the battle, were safe.
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James Montgomery Spaceport, right outside Bethleham, Gaia, Alpha Centauri System
Mutants loaded cargo of clothing and bibles onto the Eagle. Of course, they're sending me in the Eagle, thought Cincinnatus, What else would they send me in? Cincinnatus, of course, had been famous all over Terran space when he defended the Eagle against Xeno pirates for a full month. But with that fame came some losses...namely his left eye. As he watched the slaves load the ship, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Admiral Michaelson!" exclaimed President Parsons, his suit as sharp as the saber in Cincinnatus's belt. Cincinnatus turned to greet him, extending a hand. "Mr. President...for what do I owe the honor?" Shaking his hand, Parsons laughed, and said, "Why, just to see of my delegation to Earth! You will bring me back a bible, won't you?" The honored veteran nodded. "Of course, Mr. President," as he scoffed internally, or as his wife put it, 'rolled his missing eye'.
The pilgrims and other delegates that were also going to Earth turned around to see their president, all whispering to each other various remarks, some good, some not as good. Parsons, noticing the attention, chuckled, and put his arm around Cincinnatus's shoulder, leading him away from the crowd, then muttering, "Now, at this conference, don't get too chummy with the Xenos, okay?" Cincinnatus nodded. While Gaia has historically been extremely hostile towards non-human intelligent life, under the Parsons presidency, relations with the Aliens have started to cool a bit. Unfortunately, this has lowered Parsons's poll numbers a bit, and so, as talks continue, he doesn't want his delegation to seem to openly pro-Xeno.
Later, Cincinnatus was boarding the ship, and the pilgrims were saying their goodbyes to their loved ones, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see his wife, Virginia. "What, did you hope to leave without your goodbyes?" He chuckled, something he rarely did. "I thought we did that this morning!" She laughed, and hugged him tightly, leaving a kiss on his cheek. "Cincinnatus Michaelson, you never change." He smiled, and then looked behind her at his two sons, George, 25, and Jack, 18. George had recently graduated military school, and had become a lieutenant in the Marines, and was due to begin his tour of duty next month, while Jack was enrolling in a few months. Cincinnatus looked to George. "Now son, you take care of the farm while I'm gone, understand?" George saluted him, giving a stern, "Yes sir!" Cincinnatus then looked to Jack. "Jack...I'll see you." Jack nodded, not making eye contact, and Cincinnatus embarked the ship, and soon they were off, leaving for their neighbor.
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@Sigma It looks good, I'll get stared on my post...but since this'll be my first post on this website, any tips before I do? And how much of the Dathu fleet would the colonists be allowed to destroy?
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