IKC FHew 7C6110
Lest we forget... – The final fight
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope
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The trio had arrived at the bunker at a sprint. General Harina was still there, though he had barely eight teams and a half dozen Nephilum riders left. Tell’s group ran up and got into formation with all the other stragglers just in time to catch the end of the briefing.
Tell looked around her. Is this all that were left? There used to be, there used to be so many more. Her tired mind couldn't think properly she needed food and drink. Part of her still remained on Breyberris Hill and those she left behind there. Their messages rang around her head and she knew deep down inside they would never make it.
“..unkown number of assailants. The defences have managed to slow the assault but a small number of attack craft and landing vessels have punched a hole and are headed for us. The Deplorable Word is being charged right now. It will take another seventeen minutes to reach power when we can discharge it. The weapon must not fall into Vulcan hands. This technology is based on a Vetus device and will eradicate all enemy life from our solar system. If that were in the hands of the Vulcans they would be unstoppable. Terror and havoc would reign in the Galaxy unchecked. This is the time when we lay down our lives as soldiers of Miletus to save so many who can not fight at our side. To your positions!”
Timon and Pzrez passed her some water and rations. The cool water soothed a parched dry throat and she had to force herself to eat the dry rations, she hadn't the stomach for food lately. All she longed for was the luxurious fresh fruit from the balmy fields of Kareaf but they didn't exist any more. Like a lot of other things burned and raised to the ground, wiped from the face of the earth. Deep in thought for a few moment she didn't hear some one call her.
As the groups began to move out Harina signalled Tell over, “Captain. I want you to take your team and two of the Nephilum and hold the front door. They may breach the wall elsewhere, but we have internal defences.”
He stopped and looked at Tell. He opened a secure channel to her suit.
She looked at him, she could see the shadow in his eyes, the dark edge around his body. The shades of grey were never far from him, some walked at his side, trying to talk to him wondering why he wasn't answering them. They were waiting for him, his team. They were reluctant to go into the Slenien Fields (Heaven) with out him.
Her second sight had been getting much stronger over the past few months and she wondered why. Certain things could have enhanced it more, she knew that. Emotions, she had plenty of those. Fear, she had enough of that and much more and then there was.....
-You deserve to know that none of us will be alive after this. I have not told the rest of the men in case they gave up hope. The Deplorable word is more powerful than we suspected, and we have not had time to attune it correctly. It will not just eliminate all enemy life. It will take us all. Do you understand? -
There was Mal she thought, three months ago, meeting him in the same camp, they had spent the night together. It couldn't be, she couldn't be, not now.
"Do you understand?" came the insistent voice "Captain"
"Yes sir, yes I do" came her automated reply. She drank some more water and as she did so. Her mind reached out and found another smaller mind with in her body. A quiet, peaceful, loving and female mind, asking questions, wanting to know all about her. This was how it was with her people.
-Good man-, then switching back to general coms, “Let’s make this a fight this last stand a fight which the Vulcans will never forget!”
She turned away from him and stifled a sob.
"Log on"
"Mal, oh Mal. It seems were going to have a baby after all. Its a little girl Mal, a little girl can you imagine that? I wish you were here to hold me, they say it wont be long now...."
Through the ground they could hear the noise of the Deplorable Word starting up. It's groaning was stronger even than the sound of the landing rockets of the Vulcan ships or the roar of the Surface to Orbit weapons and Nephilum taking station.
The first of the landing craft set down on the opposite side of the facility and shots could be heard as well as barked orders and the whine of attack craft. A second craft landed in front of them, and the Nephilum opened fire with shoulder rockets in the hope of damaging it. The effect was minimal. Even before it touched down Vulcans were pouring out of various doors on the ship, racing and weaving towards them brandishing hand guns and blades.
There was an explosion from somewhere to their side.
-They have breached the wall to the city. We need to fall back inside. – Timor urged.
-Hold your Position- Tell barked.
Peraz was firing wildly; his auto lock was unable to maintain a lock with all the figures moving about past each other, -...can't get a clean target...-
-Peraz- she called to him
The roaring from beside them stopped as the giant Nephilum's Flame Casters fell silent. -...Casters empty...-
With a few switches the weapons swapped to its rotary cannons.
-Contact!- Timor yelled as the defence wall in front of them began to take hits from the hand weapons of the attackers.
-...taking hits...- Came Peraz's terrified cry. Tell glanced over her shoulder to see his suit shaking as it was riddled with weapon fire.
She raced over to him, stopped short and fell to her knees.
-Tell them, tell them how we died, remember us..............-
Then the noise reached a peak... and the light everywhere... and...
The visions were fading and ending lastly with the young Captain asking her that they be remembered. The pressure at the base of her skull had eased and Tell began to focus more on her surroundings. Never the less there was an emptiness in her heart and soul like an open wound that refused to heal. There had been nothing she could have done or said that would have made any difference to the ending. The Captain had told her story.
Tell lowered her weapon. She was inside a large room, obviously somewhere inside the bunker complex. the Klingon Beq was still with her, but hanging back lest she suddenly start opening fire on imagined enemies again. They were at the end of a long corridor, next to a solid metal door. The attacks had not come this far inside the complex but Tell heard something that made her stomach turn. This time it was no recording but a real sound.
The noise of the Miletan weapon had started again on the other side of the door. She felt the tremor coming through the floor.
"NO!" she screamed at them "You can't, don't do this again"
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope
Post Details
| Title | The final fight | |
| Mission | Lest we forget... | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope | |
| Posted | Sat Oct 23, 2010 @ 11:02am | |
| Location | In front of the Bunker | |
| Timeline | 2,000 years ago |
Tell looked around her. Is this all that were left? There used to be, there used to be so many more. Her tired mind couldn't think properly she needed food and drink. Part of her still remained on Breyberris Hill and those she left behind there. Their messages rang around her head and she knew deep down inside they would never make it.
“..unkown number of assailants. The defences have managed to slow the assault but a small number of attack craft and landing vessels have punched a hole and are headed for us. The Deplorable Word is being charged right now. It will take another seventeen minutes to reach power when we can discharge it. The weapon must not fall into Vulcan hands. This technology is based on a Vetus device and will eradicate all enemy life from our solar system. If that were in the hands of the Vulcans they would be unstoppable. Terror and havoc would reign in the Galaxy unchecked. This is the time when we lay down our lives as soldiers of Miletus to save so many who can not fight at our side. To your positions!”
Timon and Pzrez passed her some water and rations. The cool water soothed a parched dry throat and she had to force herself to eat the dry rations, she hadn't the stomach for food lately. All she longed for was the luxurious fresh fruit from the balmy fields of Kareaf but they didn't exist any more. Like a lot of other things burned and raised to the ground, wiped from the face of the earth. Deep in thought for a few moment she didn't hear some one call her.
As the groups began to move out Harina signalled Tell over, “Captain. I want you to take your team and two of the Nephilum and hold the front door. They may breach the wall elsewhere, but we have internal defences.”
He stopped and looked at Tell. He opened a secure channel to her suit.
She looked at him, she could see the shadow in his eyes, the dark edge around his body. The shades of grey were never far from him, some walked at his side, trying to talk to him wondering why he wasn't answering them. They were waiting for him, his team. They were reluctant to go into the Slenien Fields (Heaven) with out him.
Her second sight had been getting much stronger over the past few months and she wondered why. Certain things could have enhanced it more, she knew that. Emotions, she had plenty of those. Fear, she had enough of that and much more and then there was.....
-You deserve to know that none of us will be alive after this. I have not told the rest of the men in case they gave up hope. The Deplorable word is more powerful than we suspected, and we have not had time to attune it correctly. It will not just eliminate all enemy life. It will take us all. Do you understand? -
There was Mal she thought, three months ago, meeting him in the same camp, they had spent the night together. It couldn't be, she couldn't be, not now.
"Do you understand?" came the insistent voice "Captain"
"Yes sir, yes I do" came her automated reply. She drank some more water and as she did so. Her mind reached out and found another smaller mind with in her body. A quiet, peaceful, loving and female mind, asking questions, wanting to know all about her. This was how it was with her people.
-Good man-, then switching back to general coms, “Let’s make this a fight this last stand a fight which the Vulcans will never forget!”
She turned away from him and stifled a sob.
"Log on"
"Mal, oh Mal. It seems were going to have a baby after all. Its a little girl Mal, a little girl can you imagine that? I wish you were here to hold me, they say it wont be long now...."
Through the ground they could hear the noise of the Deplorable Word starting up. It's groaning was stronger even than the sound of the landing rockets of the Vulcan ships or the roar of the Surface to Orbit weapons and Nephilum taking station.
The first of the landing craft set down on the opposite side of the facility and shots could be heard as well as barked orders and the whine of attack craft. A second craft landed in front of them, and the Nephilum opened fire with shoulder rockets in the hope of damaging it. The effect was minimal. Even before it touched down Vulcans were pouring out of various doors on the ship, racing and weaving towards them brandishing hand guns and blades.
There was an explosion from somewhere to their side.
-They have breached the wall to the city. We need to fall back inside. – Timor urged.
-Hold your Position- Tell barked.
Peraz was firing wildly; his auto lock was unable to maintain a lock with all the figures moving about past each other, -...can't get a clean target...-
-Peraz- she called to him
The roaring from beside them stopped as the giant Nephilum's Flame Casters fell silent. -...Casters empty...-
With a few switches the weapons swapped to its rotary cannons.
-Contact!- Timor yelled as the defence wall in front of them began to take hits from the hand weapons of the attackers.
-...taking hits...- Came Peraz's terrified cry. Tell glanced over her shoulder to see his suit shaking as it was riddled with weapon fire.
She raced over to him, stopped short and fell to her knees.
-Tell them, tell them how we died, remember us..............-
Then the noise reached a peak... and the light everywhere... and...
The visions were fading and ending lastly with the young Captain asking her that they be remembered. The pressure at the base of her skull had eased and Tell began to focus more on her surroundings. Never the less there was an emptiness in her heart and soul like an open wound that refused to heal. There had been nothing she could have done or said that would have made any difference to the ending. The Captain had told her story.
Tell lowered her weapon. She was inside a large room, obviously somewhere inside the bunker complex. the Klingon Beq was still with her, but hanging back lest she suddenly start opening fire on imagined enemies again. They were at the end of a long corridor, next to a solid metal door. The attacks had not come this far inside the complex but Tell heard something that made her stomach turn. This time it was no recording but a real sound.
The noise of the Miletan weapon had started again on the other side of the door. She felt the tremor coming through the floor.
"NO!" she screamed at them "You can't, don't do this again"