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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:45:52 GMT -5
Sacrifice: The End of the Road... and the start of another Hey, it's cat here, with an adventure story I had to do for school. I put a lot of work into it, and its futuristic, so I thought I might post it...not to mention that Jupi is so nice to put in a story forum, and I thought I might as well colorate it. Yes, I know colorate isn't a word...not mention it. First off, just to get this across, the basic plot is based on Halo. So don't come hinting that this seems like somethin' else you've played/read/seen/etc. Thanks ;D Ok second...wait...do I have a second. Well, it would be the chapters, but since I have only paragraphs, I guess nothin will be here. Ok, now that I posted the story, lemme edit this. I remembered a couple things that I need to say. One: its 21 pages, take your time!!! And two: It's sad. Trust me, it's sad. The Prologue and Epilogue really help though... And can I add three rules? 1: As I said, TAKE YOUR TIME! 2: NO ooc posting! (I almost did...) 3: You must like it! No, but I would like what you thought of it... Yours Truely, ~¥§ †¢ä†75 §¥~
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:46:37 GMT -5
Prologue It got dark so early. She was having a hard time adjusting to the planet’s time. She reached up and flipped open a glow-panel, which shed gentle light onto her paper. A chime announced someone at the door. Who could that be, she wondered. She eased out of her chair and moved to the door. She opened it to reveal her two nephews and her brother. “Marc!” she cried, hugging her brother. He hugged her and greeted her in return. “And how are my nephews doing?” she asked. The fifteen-year old and thirteen-year old nephews greeted her as well. “Oh, would you like me to you some Zvurian Tea?” “No, I can get it,” Marc told her helpfully, “I’ll start the micro-warmer.” “What are those?” asked the older nephew, pointing to the stack of paper by here chair. “Oh, some old campaign papers. I was just reliving the past.” “Could you tell us about them? Please!” pleaded the younger one. “Oh…well, I guess, if it’s ok with your—” she started, but the fifteen-year old, Jace, interrupted, “It is, Dad’s told us stories like yours before too.” She saw Marc nod from the back of the room. “Well, I guess. Let see, it all started when…”
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:47:38 GMT -5
The Radiance Campaign
“This is Blue 9, reporting in sir,” someone voiced, his pitch slightly scrambled from the tight-beam communications. “Thanks, Nine,” Anoaq responded. He pulled up into formation with nine other starfighters. He glanced down, examining a beeping sound on his control panel. “Orders,” he thought. Hitting the transmit button, he forwarded the message to the rest of his pilots. “Orders from HQ,” he commed, scanning through the message. “Wait a sec, from Latipac itself?” Comm chatter broke out all over the frequency. Latipac was the capital of the Coalition. Orders from there meant something big…such as a large sensor disruption in the satellite sensors. Time-Skim to Vector 23-71, the orders read, to investigate a sensor disruption. “Ok Blue Squadron, form up,” Anoaq ordered, “Activate Telophase drives now.” A flash of blue light expanded off from the ships, and they were gone. Anoaq settled back in his chair. It was going to be a short trip because Radiance’s Inertial Dampeners were off, and since Vector 23-71 was only about twelve klicks away. Meanwhile, he set sensors to probe and readied half available power to transfer to shields. Then, with another flash of blue light, they reverted to normal space, and right in the middle of a Covenant fleet. Alarms rang all over his cockpit as his sensors detected hostiles. Diverting all power to shields and arming weapon systems, he spun left. His sensor display had narrowed from ten friendly signals to four. Anoaq opened fire at the Covenant ship closest to him, firing his plasma cannons in hope that he could distract them long enough for the input of his time-skim coordinates. He didn’t. His cockpit exploded into flames, with space breach alarms sounding, Anoaq died.
Storm glanced at the report. Strange disruptions, disappearance of a fighter squad, and Covenant sightings nearby Radiance meant only one thing. Turning to an officer beside him, he stated, “This planet is now under Red Status.”
Storm waved his hand over the motion sensor to his apartment. Walking through, the door slid close behind him. He walked over to his computer. Loading the planetary defense summary, he started activating the defenses and putting units and fighter squads on alert status. The Covenant had entered their galaxy, destroying colonies and space stations as they went. The alliance of aliens had slowly been pressing towards Latipac, and wearing away at the Coalition’s fleets and defenses. “Sir, the Covenant fleet has been detected along the outskirts of the system,” reported an officer, his face appearing in the corner of Storm’s computer. “Scramble Defense squads D4 through J8. I’m on my way.”
Storm jogged down the corridor. “Storm!” someone shouted, “Wait.” Storm turned and glanced at Vera. Vera was a fellow Theta-squad member and he was also a good friend. “Covenant attack,” Storm stated grimly. “I know. Theta’s waiting a Pad 4D.” Storm flashed a smiled. “Great, that’s about the best news I’ve heard all day. Now let’s get rolling.” Storm nodded toward the pad entry were the rest of the squad was waiting.
“Form up, Theta,” Storm ordered. Fighters dropped into a wedge and then idled. They were waiting for the Covenant fleet to get in range to attack. “Theta 1, I’m ready for Cove annihilation!” intoned a voice. Storm smiled, recognizing the voice as Zayin, the brash and reckless sniper of Theta Squad. “Copy that, Theta 7,” agreed Storm, “So is everyone else.” “‘Everyone else’ better include me, Theta 1,” spoke Vera. His voice was lighthearted, but Storm could hear the angry undertone. Vera had been on Demios IV when the Covenant attacked. They bombarded it, using a method called ‘glassing’, in which they took the planet section by section, and literally turned the planet into crystallized dust. Over ninety million had died. Vera had escaped only by being put in one of the few refugee ships that escaped when he was knocked unconscious by a plasma grenade. His resentment and hate against the Covenant had not diminished an ounce since then. Storm felt the same way. He had witnessed the destruction of a fleet of refugee ships, blown up one by one by the Covenant. Many of his squad had witnessed the like, and they were all determined to do whatever they needed to stop the Covenant. “Theta 1, count me in,” chimed in Magnum, another squad member, his voice eager, yet with a certain grimness to it. Most all my squad are like this. They were hardened with battle, trying to protect the galaxy from the Covenant’s insane rampage. Hating the Covenant with every breath, because of the sin they have committed, Storm thought sadly. But he was just like them. The Covenant was evil. Storm had witnessed the monstrosities the Covenant committed first hand. Yet ten men would not stop the Covenant, but he knew they would try.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:47:57 GMT -5
Rolling his fighter, Storm vaporized a Covenant fighter with dual plasma strikes. Arming a photon missile and his ion net missile, he set his target sights on the light frigate he had been targeting. The photon missile streaked off towards the frigate, as did the ion net missiles. The ion net missiles hit first, spreading system and shield frying nets over the shields. The photon missile streaked through the now down shields and snapped the frigate in half with the explosive impact. “Nice,” complimented Vera, “but you picked up two fighters. Give me a sec.” Storm fired off an ion net missile, and then reversed it, catching one of the starfighters in the system frying net. The other one was quickly blown apart by Vera and his plasma cannons. Off to the right, two Coalition battle cruisers pounded away with three Covenant war cruisers. Suddenly, alarms screamed at Storm. “Another flight of war cruisers,” Storm half-shouted, “Get out of here!” Keying in his escape vector, seconds later his fighter disappeared towards Radiance. Storm surveyed the position of Radiance once again. Now the enemy fleet had swelled from twenty-three war cruisers to thirty-five. Only five Coalition battle cruisers remained, and each had been dropped into high orbit around Radiance, acting as orbital batteries. Radiance had two major significances, one of which was its giant shipyard that was the major provider of the Coalition navy. But the other importance was the hosting of the largest Coalition galaxy-wide network, which contained thousands of zettabytes of information. The loss of the computer that hosted the network would likely result in the loss of the war. Those reasons were why he was here, and with him was Theta Squad. Theta Squad was a ten-man squad of specially trained commandos called Trojans. Trained since birth, they had been boosted with implants and harden with rigorous training. The Trojans were around two hundred in number, and were spread through the Coalition acting as spies, commandos and generals. The ten-man squad, Theta, was at Radiance to insure that if Radiance was taken, the network would have been erased, safe from Covenant hands. Of course, Storm wasn’t planning for any defeat. Still, the situation looked grim. The orbital defenses consisted of five locked-down Coalition Battle Cruisers, which had survived the original battle, and well as two OBT Grav-Cannons and twenty Convincer-256 Defense Platforms. Radiance’s ground troops and defenses consisted of Theta Squad, around two-thousand Combat Marines and twelve battalions of IAR troopers, troops that were held in reserve incase they were needed, such as this war. SkyRaider Jump-Jets, which were primarily used as atmospheric fighters, were docked at fighter pads, with nineteen squadrons of them ready for action. Missile Bases and Defense Turrets dotted key points of Radiance. But the biggest part, the crowning touch, the crucial part of the defense, was the Magna-Polar Tractor Field. It tied into the planets core, using power and energy collected from there to create a planetary shield. The core’s power was too unstable to be used as an energy shield, but when activated, repelled energy like a reversed magnet, thus making the planet imperious to a planetary bombardment. That left the Covenant with only one option: Invasion!
Darra Amraer fired at the oncoming aliens. Darra was a Combat Marine Colonel, commanding a company of two hundred. Her company was the garrison of the Coalition battle cruiser Resolute. It had been one of the five to escape the battle, and was part of Radiance’s defenses. They had been alerted that Covenant, more specifically, Zhiringa, assault ships were headed towards the Resolute. The Zhiringa were the alien species that formed the backbone of the Covenant army. They stood a towering eight feet, and their skin a greenish-grey. Extremely strong and lethal, they were terrifying, even to a veteran. Darra didn’t care. The plasma bolt hit the alien in the weak spot in their armor, and he tumbled to the ground.
Her squad fired behind her. Orange-red flashes of energy burnt into the alien flesh and the metal walls of the Resolute. The Zhiringa returned fire, their gravity weapons crushing and mutilating bodies. The docking bay that they were fighting in was completely smooth, with a single entrance where Darra and her marines were making their stand. The smell of charred flesh and acrid smoke filled the air, bringing tears to Darra’s face. Darra ignored it, pumping bolt after bolt into the Covenant’s troops. Zhiringa roars and screeches filled the air, as well as human screams and curses. Smoke was billowing in front of them and the enemy, so Darra pulled her visor over her eyes and noses. Its infrared sensor gave her complete view of the docking bay. She cursed. There was not a Zhiringa in site. “More Zhiringa devilry!” she spat. Turning around, she surveyed her company. Approximately one hundred and twenty marines were on there feet. “Twenty,” Darra ordered, motioning to twenty of her soldiers, “Attend to the wounded. Stay alert.” Darra turned to the others, who had dropped in a ragged formation. “Companies B and D, form up. Anyone else, join one of them. B, head for the gunnery control room. D, with me.” Company B moved off, leaving D preparing to move. Meanwhile, she put her retractable energy sword so it was easily reachable, and exchanged her plasma carbine for a particle-beam rifle. She knew what had happened, it was obvious. The Zhiringa forced an entrance in one of the hanger walls, and had escaped when the smoke had temporarily distracted the marines. Now they were wrecking havoc among the ship, most likely in control of the gunning and control station. And if they started firing upon the Coalition, then the Coalition would start firing back, and…the ship shuddered. The lights blinked off and on rapidly. “The engines are down!” shouted a Prri in their scratchy voice, one of the alien species discovered years before by the Coalition and been allies ever since. Darra instantly knew he was right. The Resolute plummeted through the atmosphere.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:48:15 GMT -5
“Storm, one of our battle cruisers is down. Down meaning down. Its route will take it directly into the hill south of us,” Vera reported. Now that they were grounded, Theta squad had switched to their combat suits. More appropriate for ground combat, it consisted of a personal shield generator, built-in motion sensors, and defensive armor that heightened strength and awareness as well as being protective. Vera had a particle-beam sniper rifle and a belt of Ion grenades. Storm himself was equally attired, but with a DD4 plasma carbine instead of a sniper rifle. “Understood. I’ll take Sub-squad A, and clear it out. You help out where ever is needed.” Vera snapped a salute, and jogged towards Sub-squad B, and behind Storm, Sub-squad A was ready.
Minutes later, the Resolute came crashing down, nearly slicing the hill in half. Inertial Dampers helped slow and buffer the descent, but Darra could tell some were out when she was sent across the hanger bay. She hit the ground hard.
Magnum dropped to a knee and pushed the trigger. A flash of the detonators filled his helmet’s view screen, but soon dissipated. As he was the demolition specialist, he was the one who had blown the hole. A gaping hole was now visible in the side of the battle cruiser that had just crashed down. Following Storm, he rolled in; preparing his plasma grenade launcher for any Zhringa that might be waiting for him. There were none. They were obviously in a hanger bay, because it was a huge room, probably sixty yards across, if not more. The room was dark, with a metal sky almost black with shadows, and the metal floor echoing when he walked on it. About eight Racor-class bombers were lying twisted or flipped from the impact. Advancing slowly, he scanned deeper into the hanger bay. Bodies lay, not moving. Checking his sensors, he detected flickers of life from some of them. Storm used the helmet comlink to state, “Find anyone who is able to fight.” Magnum cautiously moved ahead, then knelt and examined a living human female. He thought, “She’s alive. She must have taken a hit to the head or something, because there’s no weapon damage.” He reached for a hypo-spray and pressed it up against her main vein on the neck. She moved a little, and then groaned. Her eyes flickered open. Seeming to remember where she was, she glanced around, then grabbed for a plasma carbine. “It’s okay!” shouted Magnum, annoyed, “I’m a Trojan.” “Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, almost sheepishly. She pulled herself to her feet. “Colonel Darra Amraer reporting, commander.”
With eight marines fit enough to join Storm and Sub-squad A, their numbers had gone from five to thirteen. They advanced through the corridors slowly. The green emergency lights gave the hallways an eerie look, and Storm couldn’t help but glanced at the shadows. He finally realized how tired he was, too. He had gone over thirty-six without sleep, and though their stimulants helped some, Storm wasn’t sure he could even go another five hours. At least he had gotten some E-rations before the Resolute had crashed. And when he was lifted up into the air by intense gravity forces, in was too late to snap out of his daydreaming.
Vera watched as the first batch of assault shuttles got through the orbital defenses. “Here they come,” he thought. Bringing his sniper rifle to his shoulder, he activated the scope feature on his weapon. Instead of using the scope on the rifle, the scope sent the picture to his helmet’s display screen. The assault shuttle was magnified by ten. He centered on the fuel fuselage and fired. A faint green-blue strand of particles zipped from his rifle into the fuselage. The shuttle exploded, flames hanging in the sky then dying out. Moving his rifle left, he centered the next one. “This is going to be a fun day,” he thought.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:48:39 GMT -5
Darra saw Storm being levitated in the air. “He should have been already crushed,” she thought. Then she noticed the grey hazy sphere surrounding Storm. “Shield,” she muttered. It wouldn’t last long, but it would protect him hopefully long enough for her to take out the Zhringa that had him in the gravity net. These thoughts flashed through her head in a second, and almost immediately she was moving, right with all the other Trojans. A strand of electricity flashed from an enemy, close enough to raise the hairs on her neck. She hit the ground, rolling, and came up plasma rifle firing. Behind her, a flurry of plasma bolts came from the Trojans and the couple marines. She watched as a Zhringa was leveled by five energy bolts, and as another was thrown towards them by a plasma grenade. Storm was down, released from the gravity forces, and apparently unconscious or dead. Two other Trojans were dead as well. She watched as the Trojan who had rescued her in the hanger bay—Magnum—blew a Zhringa to pieces. More Zhringa charged, from behind and forwards, now. Darra grabbed a sonic charge and sent it whistling down the corridor. It was turned into a smoking orb. More and more charged. Three or four more grenades flew at them, but none made it. All of a sudden, Magnum charged. Darra watched as he took hits to his weakened shields, and as he plunged into the middle of them. Darra’s mouth opened in a soundless scream. Magnum vanished. Actually, a belt of plasma grenades disintegrated him. And it took with him a lot of Zhringa. Darra suddenly felt the wall on her back. Then a sharp crack to her head sent her into unconsciousness for the second time of the day.
Atin flashed a smile. Two Rracvods lay before him, both with their heads separated from their bodied. The Rracvods were the elite of the Covenant, and two were dead in front of him. But he was the elite of the Coalition. He was one of the two Trojans guarding the IGIN, or the Inter-Galactic Information Network, the network that the Trojans were here. Zek, the other, was badly wounded, so he was the sole defender. He knew that before long, the rest of the Trojans, Storm and Vera, would head over, but for now they had trusted him to guard the IGIN. So, that’s what he was doing. Unfortunately, it looked like the orbital defenses were losing, and fast. But that meant more Covenant to kill. Atin just grinned.
“This is Captain Devarius Darovio. Abandon ship. Repeat, abandon ship.” The OBT Grav-Cannon DD2, was crippled, its cannon down, anti-spacecraft emplacements almost all destroyed, and shields failing. The Martyr, a Coalition battle cruiser, was the only other surviving defense, and it was under way, headed away from Radiance so it could hopefully escape. Deravius doubted it would. But he did know he wouldn’t survive. A blaring siren sounded as shields went down, and seconds later the OBT Grav-Cannon DD2 was gone as well as the rest of the orbital space defense.
Assault ships were descending like flies. Vera and his squad were retreating among a horde of Zhringa and a few Rracvods. Down to him, Zayin, and another Trojan, Dalen, they were probably the only surviving Trojans on the planet, except—hopefully—for maybe Zek or Atin. Storm hadn’t contacted them, though communications were jammed, and for all they knew, Zek and Atin could be dead too. Grabbing a Sonic Whistler, he threw over his shoulder. A resulting sonic blast resulted in shouts and cries, some in alarm, some surprise, some anger and some pain. Zayin cocked his head, then leveled his sniper rifle and blasted a Rracvod off its feet. “Thanks, Zayin,” nodded Vera, “Didn’t even see him.” “Hey, that’s what I’m for.” Vera guessed he had probably smiled under his helmet, but maybe not. There was no way out for the Trojans, barring the miraculous, and they were obviously going to be a little grim. “I know,” Zayin spoke, his cheerful and mischievous tone gone, replaced with an almost murderous pitch, “But we’re going to take as many as we can down. I may not get another chance to do this, but Vera, thanks. You were—and still are—an excellent squad second-in-command.” Vera nodded. He couldn’t say anything; his face was drawn and tight. “You were a good squad mate,” he managed to mumble. “But Vera, we’re not dead yet. Let’s get to the IGIN and see if we can save the Coalition.”
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:49:12 GMT -5
Storm scrambled to his feet. What was he doing? Where was he? And why? And then it hit him. His body recoiled in pain. His arms and legs felt like they had been twisted and then released, and he fell backwards. Resisting the urge to vomit, he lay, his body aching. Finally, it started to diminish. Struggling back onto his feet, he realized he was one of the only people ever to survive a gravity hold. He winced as his armor scraped his arm. Carefully taking off his glove and arm plating, he saw the burn running down his arm. His personal shield generator was gone from his armor, also. “It must have overloaded from stress,” Storm thought. His next thought was of the Trojans. “Huire, Magnum, Xav, Darra?” he questioned, hoping that maybe they could hear him. The still form of two Trojans lay to the right, dead from plasma burns. He knelt down. Neither of them were Magnum. Glancing around, he saw Darra, her red braids blacked with dirt. Moving over, he grabbed a hypo-spray and inserted the medicine into her neck. She groaned, then her eyes flicked open. “You’re the commander, Storm, right?” she murmured. “Yea, that’s me. Come on, we have to go,” Storm stated, “It doesn’t look like there’s any more Zhringa, but more may come to investigate. Come on.” Storm helped Darra up to her feet. “What about the gravity-,” she started, but Storm cut her off. “I’m fine. Let’s go.” Darra frowned, but grabbed a plasma carbine and set out after Storm.
“How much longer!” Vera shouted. “Can you hold them for another fifteen minutes?” asked Zayin, over the din of fighting. “We can try,” called back Atin. Atin shouldered a grenade launcher, set it with a grenade, and sent a Sonic Whistler sailing deep into the enemy soldiers. The Trojans had been erasing as much information as they could, close to seven hundred and fifty zettabytes. Zayin, Atin and Vera were the only left—Zek had died of wounds and Dalen had ventured out to far. They were wiping the network as fast as they could, and Vera fervently wished he could just blow it up. Unfortunately, since it was a network, it existed outside of just a computer. It would take the Covenant longer if they exploded it, but they would get it eventually. Vera reached for a plasma carbine, and squeezed off a couple shots and the enemy, who were slowly advancing across the open, using cover. The plasma carbine beeped out of ammo, and Vera tossed it aside. At this rate, they were more worried about running out of ammo then dying.
“We need to give a diversion,” hissed Storm, “You got any explosives?” “Half a dozen Whistlers, three plasmas, and two det-charges. I can volley them with grenades if you can get the det-charges in place.” “Plan. Here, take this. It will vibrate when I signal to it, so I’ll signal when I’m ready.” He tossed her a small gadget. “Good luck,” Darra breathed as Storm crept off.
“We have to give Zayin a little time to finish deleting,” Vera declared. He grabbed an energy sword, clipped it to his belt, and grabbed a couple grenades. “If we can just divert them long enough to finish the wipe, then it won’t matter. Vera picked up a plasma carbine, and saw that Atin was similarly attired. “Any last words?” questioned Atin bleakly. “Na, I’ll let my actions be them. Good luck.” Vera charged into the open, plasma carbine firing.
Storm had just finished setting the det-charge. He hit the timer. He watched it tick down from fifteen. Reaching to signal Darra, he saw movement. Vera and Atin charged from the bunker. Vera headed almost right towards him, but also right towards the det-charge. “No!” Storm hollered. The det-charge went off. Zhringa were sent flying, and Vera died almost instantly, his shields pretty much disappearing, since he was almost right on the charge. Storm dropped to his feet, screaming. Atin, who was to the left, didn’t take much of the impact, but stopped, shocked. A Rracvod beheaded him with his poison-incrusted claws. Storm dropped to his feet, screaming. “No!” he yelled, “I’m sorry! I failed you! It was—“ His screams where cut off my a pair of claws through his chest. He rolled to his side, feeling blood coming out, and hit the button for the other det-charge that he hadn’t set up yet. It blew up. The explosion took with it almost fifty Zhringa and two Rracvods, as well as one Trojan. Storm was dead.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:49:33 GMT -5
Darra was shocked. Three Trojans were dead. Suddenly, her comlink vibrated. She opened it. A voice sounded from it. Storm’s voice. “This is Storm, the commander. This is my final order: Any ground troops, retreat. Escape, anyway possible. Since I am a superior officer, I demand that you follow my order. You may want revenge, you may not want to be seen as a coward, but please, for my sake, go. There is a small hidden ship hanger that I will relay the coordinates of at the end of this message, I want you to try to reach it, since it is probably your only chance of escape. It has a cloaking device, so escape shouldn’t be too hard. This is Storm, signing out. Good-bye.” The recorded message ended. Darra struggled with herself. She wanted to avenge Storm. She wanted to take down one more Covenant. But suddenly the gadget Storm had tossed her sounded. “Darra, I know want your thinking. But please, go. That is my final order.” She knew she would hate herself, but she turned and fled towards Storm’s hidden ship.
Zayin hit the final button, and the network started to dissolve. “Yes!” he thought. With another click, it was gone. Suddenly, about twelve Zhringa charged in. He spun and threw up his hands. “I surrender!” he shouted, “I have information.” The Zhringa leader marched forwards and snarled, “What, pathetic alien?” Zayin’s computer beeped. He spun, hit the button, then drew his energy sword in a fluid motion. The Zhringa’s head rolled to the ground. “So much for tyrants,” he muttered as plasma bolts slammed into his unshielded body. But he knew that he had won.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:50:06 GMT -5
Epilogue Her younger cousin had tears in his eyes. “So they just all died? All of them?” he sniffed. “It was a sad war, long and sad, but their deaths weren’t in vain,” She stated, with a tear running down her cheek. Marc picked up where she left off. “The Radiance Campaign ended with defeat, but it was the turning point of the war. The story spread, and believe it or not, morale was boosted at the courageous defense. The number of recruits swelled, and the IGIN’s vital information did not fall into Covenant hands.” She nodded. “Well, it’s getting late. You better get going if you want to catch the shuttle before the station’s crew is released.” Her nephews chorused their good-byes, and headed out. Marc hesitated. “Bye, Marc,” she told him in farewell. Marc walked out the door, and as he walked out, replied, “Bye Darra.” And then he was gone. Darra wept. The only other sound was the Zvurian tea boiling over.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2006 20:54:00 GMT -5
Posting is allowed! Here's my one reserve, which I merged with a comment! Yay!
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