[TFL]Temmu
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Story- The Crusade!Chapter 1- The Far Reaches
An eerie echo sounded throughout the halls of the space fortress code name RAWD. The codename stood for Research and Weapons Development. This base was key to the efforts of the Vasari and the effort to stay alive.
The command of such a base was only given to General Jason Esenfield code name Mad Bomber. In the last war he was a bomber pilot who took his squad on suicide runs and somehow managed to come back from them in one piece. No one is quite sure how he was able to do it.
“I have done so much, and this is how they reward me!?” grumbled Esenfield while he sat at his desk on the space station. “I hate desk jobs.” He glanced over at the clock. The read out said 2:45. He sighed and leaned back in his chair wishing the time could pass and he could go back to bed. He rubbed his eyes and sat back and took up his drink. Damn was he tired.
All of a sudden a light flashed and an alarm sounded across the command deck. “God dammit, it couldn’t have been a silent night.” Esenfield went to the flashing panel and looked at the read out. Piece of space junk, he said to himself. He entered several commands and let out a sigh of despair, the bleeps that were on the screen were not floating, they were moving towards the station.
He ran across to the command panel and smashed the full sound alarm. The loud buzzer rang out through the once quite halls of the space station RAWD. He went over to the comm. Desk and grabbed the microphone. “This is an all call for deployment of all squads. Everyone to battle stations and prepare for battle!!!!!!”
He stood still after a minute of sending out the call, he wondered to himself how they could have gotten this far in. How did they avoid all the heavily fortified outposts.
He then ran back to the sensor panel to see the status of in bound ships. They were getting closer and closer. People finally began to filling the bridge. They all took their positions. He switched to view screen and saw fighters and capital ships launching from the bay. He saw the shields go up and the weapons being charged and ready for battle.
He then ran to the long range comm. desk. “Corporal send out a request for immediate assistance from home base. Were going to need it.” The corporal quickly hammered on the buttons to quickly send out the message.
Esenfield went back to the view screen. He could now make out the ships that were inbound. “Damn those are a lot of ships coming for us right now,” he thought to himself. “We better be at the top of are game.”
He turned to other General that was visiting the research outpost at the time. He saw the look of General Daniel Carter, commander of the HMS-Apocalypse. “This is going to be a long day, were gonna need everything we have.”
Carter walked towards the comm. desk and grabbed the mic. “Development Area, prepare all experimental weapons for combat.”
Carter walked back to Esenfield and nodded. The two of them turned towards the view screen and watched the ensuing battle. As the experimental weapons were charged and armed on ships that could be sent out to combat. The planetary defenses were charged and marines were prepared to be sent out to bored enemy ships and take prisoners or repel borders. Esenfield hoped that it would not be the later.
“So it begins,” sighed Carter. Esenfield looked at him long and hard then turned back to the view screen.
The Advent had returned, and they returned with a vengeance.
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Esenfield woke up with a startle. His bed sheets were drenched with sweet. He had a horrible nightmare that the Advent had conquered this station and killed them all. He quickly shook it off and walked out to the bridge where he grabbed a drink. Once again the time was in the early hours of the morning. This time though instead of staring out into peaceful space he looked out to debris, both from the Advent and Vasari ships.
Carter walked out on to the bridge and stood next to him. He looked out at the debris and heaved a sigh. Esenfield turned and looked at him. “How bad is it?” he said.
Carter just shook his head. “It is better off not saying because it was a horrible battle. We took major causalities.” He sighed and walked of the bridge, he went to the docking bay and bored the gunship to fly back to his fleet, well what was left of it.
Soon as he left there was another warning, “Incoming ships, unknown signatures.” Esenfield did not panic this time but instead walked over to the self destruct button. “They will not get this research center while there is a breath in my body,” he thought to himself. He inserted the key turned it and got ready to press the countdown button. “Unknown ships identify yourself!”
“This is commander Robert Lathaniel of the HMS-Fatality. Vasari home base sent us as a guard due to your last comm. about the battle. I am coming aboard now.”
Esenfield sighed. He removed the key and walked to the docking bay to meet his friend. Due to proper military protocol Lathaniel had to salute Esenfield since he was only the commander of a fleet not a base. After he saluted both embraced each since they had not seen each other since the start of the war.
“It has been awhile,” said Esenfield.
“I know,” replied the leader, code named Fatal, of the Vasari force known as Delta Force. They were the elite of the elite and the best of the best. He then realized how important the research was. This would make or break the war.
“I heard you guys had a new weapon that you were mounting to the cruisers?” asked Fatal.
Esenfield looked at him and quickly replied, “Yes we are, it is a great weapon, we have 2 types. There are the new rail guns that can penetrate exposed hull. Also we have plasma missiles and projectiles. This will create a massive amount of damage. Except…” Esenfield drifted off after his explanation of the new weapons.
“Except the weapon has the chance of backfiring and causing the entire ship to go up in flames in explosion and create a big mess.” Fatal grinned as he looked at Esenfields face. “What else could it have been?”
The two laughed and continued walking down the hall. Esenfield continued to fill in Lathaniel about the new shielding technology being equipped to his fleet as they spoke, also the ground invasion weapons were being loaded into the ships.
As they walked down the hall Esenfield noticed Lathanials armor. It was a suit that looked like something that you would see out of a game. It was perfectly formed to his body. The only part exposed was his head and even during battle he has a helmet that would complete the suit. Fatal was also the only person in the military to resort to barbaric ways of swords. He still carried a plasma pistol as a back up just incase it got ugly.
Days passed as the 2 leaders caught up after spending so much time apart. After getting equipped Fatal’s fleet moved on while he stayed. There was no need for them to stay behind. There was a skirmish elsewhere that required them to assist with.
That mistake would be a devastating one since the Advent were planning another raid. They needed that new weapon technology, because that was the only way the Vasari could defeat them.
The early warning lights began flashing. Esenfield leapt out of his seat and went to the control panel. Fatal could not here what he was saying but it seemed like he was mumbling not again not again. “Sir what is it!?” Fatal asked with concern.
Esenfield just pointed to the view screen and Fatal saw what he was pointing to. Fatal saw an Advent probe. Then he began seeing Advent ships fall out of hyperspace. Fatal then ran off, drawing his swords as he ran. Esenfield quickly ran over to the desk and grabbed the microphone. “ALL MARINES PREPARE FOR BORDERS!!!!!!!”
Barriers were setup at all possible areas of boarding. The marines hunkered down and aimed their rifles at the door. The bridge was sealed off and Esenfield and the research of the base were stored in there. As they all awaited their unwanted guests the platform guns were firing at a constant rate and trying to take out as many ships as possible. Eventually those to went silent.
There was a good 2 hours between the silence of the guns and the final emergence of the Advent onto the decks of RAWD. Esenfield could hear the screams of soldiers shot with those nasty Advent blasters. He put his hand on his left shoulder feeling the burn from when he was shot. He could not stand sitting here. He walked over to the self destruct and set it for 60 minutes and only he could stop it.
“Everyone follow me. Its time to kick some Advent ass and show them whose boss!” The marines cheered at his powerful words. They all loaded their weapons and began into the hall.
Esenfield was not ready for the site he saw. Everywhere he could see pools of Advent and human blood mixed together. Bodies were tangled together. Some of the humans you could no longer tell they were humans. The only way to distinguish them was by there uniforms had they not been totally melted and destroyed.
Esenfield continued the walk around the halls. Blood was everywhere. As he continued he heard the sounds of battle. He continued on and saw his fellow officer fighting off swarms of Advent. Fatal seemed to be in a trance. The armor he wore augmented his movement 10 times faster and more powerful. The swords penetrated the Advent armor and killed them quickly. He could not be hit by the bullets with him moving at such an incredible speed.
As Fatal beheaded the last of the Advent he turned to see Esenfield. Esenfield saw his armor. It was no longer the black and green and dark blue but instead the neon blue blood of the Advent. He saluted and Esenfield quickly waved him off.
“Where is your fleet and are they do back at anytime soon!?” Esenfield ushered him on as they made way to the research bay. He knew that the security there would be the greatest security there.
“I will get in touch with my fleet once we get to the room. We will get them to extract us and we will have to move on.” Fatal sprinted ahead to make sure the way was clear. He killed 2 Advent along the way swiftly and then waved on Esenfield. He continued running and they finally reached the door. As soon as he sealed it a swarm of Advent were running towards the door.
Fatal headed over to the sink and calmly wiped his blades clean and sheathed them despite the pounding on the door. He then went to the radio and began calling for an extraction. Esenfield could not here what he was saying since he was communicating through his suit.
“They shall be here soon. They will create a diversion to draw the Advent away while they beam us aboard. There is too many for them to fight and win.” Fatal turned and sat down and relaxed. He was still covered in Advent blood but now it had dried and crusted over on his suit.
Esenfield sat down and waited for the extraction. His head was swimming. The research team around him continued to round up the research and get ready to evacuate. Esenfield looked at his watch. They had about 15 minutes left before the self destruct. Fatal suddenly stood up swords drawn and walked towards the door.
The marines cocked their rifles and aimed at the door waiting for the enemy. Then it came, the doors were pried open and advent began squeezing through. They did not last long though since Fatal’s swords were they cutting them down as they came. Fatal was not fast enough though because as he had his back turned he took a shot to the back. He went down in a heap with advent crawling over him. Esenfield ran forward and dragged him out.
More and more Advent poured into the room and all the survivors that were left of the RAWD base were huddle together. The marines were out of ammo and could do nothing. It seemed as though there was a never ending sea of Advent. Just as the Advent raised their rifles a explosion rocked the station and they all looked around. After a minute the Advent raised their rifles again.
Just as they began to fire the men were beamed aboard the HMS-Fatality, Fatal’s flagship. Esenfield removed his companion’s helmet. He was still breathing but barely. “WE NEED A MED TEAM NOW!!!!” shouted Esenfield. He picked up Fatal and carried him to the nearest desk and put him down. A med team ran in and began removing the gear.
Fatal was as white as a ghost. His body was very muscular but he was so white from always wearing the armor. That armor though had saved his life. Instead of completely going through him it just burned him. The armor was sent away to be repaired while Fatal was attended to.
The ship quickly sped off to the next outpost where Esenfield would once again see another old friend. What he didn’t know was the Advent tracking device attached to the ship as it sped away. Esenfield watched as the station exploding taking out all the Advent forces with it. They had the research. They also saved as many lives as possible.
Fatal’s fleet slipped into hyperspace before the shockwaves hit them. They were heading to planet Rouge. There they would setup the RAWD research facilities and continue what needed to be done.
War was upon them. Esenfield knew that after this stop he would travel to Fatal to see the commander of the Vasari. They would see Admiral Tanne Beakra. From there they would travel to fight and eliminate the Advent once and for all
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Fatal began to stir and he rolled over, he tried sitting up but couldn’t. His muscles were stiff. He didn’t know how long he had been out for. He raised his arms and moved them around trying to get the blood flowing. Once his vision began clearing he noticed that none of his armor was anywhere in the room. He laid back and was just so upset with himself.
At that moment Esenfield, Carter as well as another old friend, Carmeron Blacksand walked through the door into his room. All 4 of them had gone to the Varsari Space Fleet academy. They all started from the bottom of the Bucket and risen through the ranks. The difference between the 3 commanders and Fatal was that Fatal did not exist. His Special Forces group all never have existed. Only high ranking officials in the army knew about the force.
They all began talking about good old times. Blacksand was just talking about his most recent duty when the nurse came in. She was carrying some trunk that was full and looked heavy. Esenfield and Carter both jumped to help her. They brought the trunk over to Fatal and opened it up. Inside was all his gear with the 2 Katana blades reinforced with a special metal only found at the far reaches of the universe.
Fatal slowly got out of bed and ripped off all the monitors and all the IV’s. He began putting on his armor and stretching. It felt so good to be back in his armor. As soon as he had everything in place and had the twin blades back in their rightful place he began doing pushups to get his body back into the rhythm of things.
After he was done no one said anything. They saw the pained look on Fatal’s face when they walked in and he was stripped of everything that meant near and dear to him. Now he had it all back and once again was whole.
Blacksand picked up where he left off before the delivery talking about his guard duty. “We had many raids over the past 2 months. All of them were small Advent attacks. Nothing major like you guys described from RAWD.”
Fatal and Esenfield just looked at each other. They knew so many lives were lost because they were not ready since the last attack. There was no reinforcements ready or anything. They could have saved those lives had they prepared for another attack like they should have.
They all began leaving the military hospital and headed for the loading docks. There they would take a shuttle back to the HMS-Fatality. They all boarded the ship and headed for Fatal’s command quarters.
“So what’s the next move?” asked Esenfield.
Fatal was the first to speak up from the group. “We should go see Tanne Beakra and discuss a plan about eliminating the Advent once and for all. If I remember correctly the Congress of the empire should be in progress now. He will probably be speaking there.”
“Alright then. Lets get moving out and head for the Homeworld. That way we can get rid of them as soon as possible. They are beginning to piss me off now.” Carter said. He was clenching his fist.
“Easy there mate. Save it for them not for us.” Blacksand said. He wanted everyone to keep their cool that way they could have level heads.
Fatal went over to buzz the bridge. “Officer, inform the fleets of the HMS-Apocolypse, HMS-Leviathan, and the HMS-Deliverance to set a course for the Homeworld. We are going to see the Admiral.” You could hear the Yes Sir come from loud speaker. They felt the ship lurch and saw out the window that the fleet was entering Hypserspace.
“There is one problem though.” Fatal said. All the others began asking what and Fatal turned and said “Who is gonna be in charge!?”
Everyone started laughing and began talking about the good old days they spent dog fighting in the old fashion fighters. They all looked forward to the future, and what shall come. They knew a big battle was going to be soon though.
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The group finally reached their destination of the Vasari homeworld. The fleets all began orbiting around the planet as the Esenfield, Cater, Fatal, and Blacksand all loaded on to a shuttle ship to approach the planet. They were to meet with the Lords to determine what they were to do about the increasing problem.
The three passed through the great hall of the Lords and looked about. There were many new faces here but they all saw an old friend of theirs known as the Wiki. He was just so full of knowledge and different tactics he was given the name to resemble an information storage.
The 4 commanders and their assistances entered into the Lord Hall. There they sat for the next 4 hours discussing what shall happen with the Advent. They all knew it was going to be but where and when. They were just about to finish up when a noise buzzed through the intercom “Sir Lord, we have multiple signatures coming in… they are 1000km but closing fast. They are not one of ours. I repeat they are NOT one of ours!” The 4 friends leapt out of their seats and dash for the shuttle.
Fatal dashed to his ship and made the dash for the bridge. He turned to his coms after he had the view screen up. “Patch me through to The Apocalypse, Deliverance, and Leviathan.” The comms officer’s fingers danced across the key pad then the voices of the others could be heard.
Fatal was just about to say something but all he heard was a loud gasp. He turned to the view screen and saw 500 Advent ships staring at him in the face. The 4 knew their duty and what they had to do and how they had to defend the planet while evacuation was going on. “ALL SHIPS ENGANGE AND TAKE NO PRISONERS!!” Fatal screamed as the ships engines roared to life and the hum of the shields could be heard.
Carter looked about and saw the number of ships. He gripped his command chair and bit his lip. He knew this was going to be an ugly battle and was ready for it.
The two fleets clashed in space. Missiles and plasma shots exchanged between the two and the fight was amazing. For ever ship the Vasari fleets destroyed three Advent ships were there to replace it. It was not looking like a good battle for the Vasari fleet.
The Advent swarm followed the missiles and met the Vasari form. The fighter pilots engaged and used every trick that they were taught at the academy. The Advent just kept sending more and more ships towards the planet. The planets guns lit up and began firing massive shots at the Advent fleet. It did massive damage but there were not enough to destroy the entire fleet. The advent did not care about the ships anymore but just went for the guns. The Advent fleet just began destroying the turrets and sending boarders to the homeworld.
Carter stared at his screen in disbelief. He never thought the homeworld could fall but the Advent brought everything they had. So many lives had been lost and many more were still being lost. Carter was trying to figure out what to do when he got a message from Fatal.
“Carter GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!” Carter saw Fatal in his full combat armor beating back boarders. The HMS-Fatality was still firing upon Advent ships. The ship was taking a major beating. Carter took awhile and watched as his ship rocked from the rounds being shot at him and the rounds he shot. He knew what he had to do.
“All ships enter phase jump to these co-ordinates.” As the ships began entire phase jump Carter switched to the rear camera and watched the Fatality. Just as they began the jump he saw the Fatality began to smoke and many internal explosions began erupting across the hull of the capital ship.
Carter turned away and went to his cabin. Everything was gone. Now what are we going to do, he began to ask himself?
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