FINDINGFOUR EST. 1937
02 March 2008, 08:17 PM
Galactic Conflict Part 1: War is Declared.
God Help Us:
Scott Blanche tried to steady the airship Braylon, he could barely steady it. Starpost stations weren’t made to hold Transport Ships. He finally managed to land the huge starship, and closed his tired eyes as the runway began to retract into the Ship Port. He didn’t understand what had just happened, he honestly didn’t care. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted it to go away. The paramedics waited at the Ship Port to help the injured, to collect the dead. There were plenty. The media was there, wanting their stories of the scrappy young co-pilot, braving the evil Martians and the mighty Golden Hammer fleet. He wouldn’t talk, He couldn’t talk. The Starpost captain dispersed the media crowd, and turned to Scott. He looked at him with equally tired eyes, and with obvious pity. The captain searched for words for a long time, what can you say to a person who had seen what Scott had just seen? The captain had seen war; he knew the horrors of air battles. But this was no air battle, no equally equipped fleets of equal strength, engaging in combat in space, fighting for glory, for honor, for victory. This was murder, a massacre. An act of pure evil. Surely Scott would be treated like a hero; he would receive a medal of some sort, and meet the Word President. Be greeted by parades in his hometown, children will be named after him. He would be the face of the war. There will be a war, no doubt about that. He quietly gave Scott the key to his quarters, and with a subtle “Get some rest son” He walked away. Scott walked down the hall until he found his assigned room; he sat on his bed and closed his eyes. He folded his arms in prayer, he wasn’t religious, but if there was a god, only he could save them. “God help me.’’ He whispered. ‘’God help us.”
No longer an Obscure Red Planet:
“The ICL are willing to negotiate with the Martian Colony on the basis that this was an accident, and an isolated incident’’ Herbert C. Rush knew there was no negotiating with a man like Julius Manning, But peace was always worth the effort. Julius Manning rose from his seat, ‘’Martian Colony?’’ He questioned. ‘’Countless requests for our independence has been rejected, how many times have you sent earthen military to mars, for ‘Military advisement’ on our ‘rebellions’. You have just recently given us the right to govern ourselves, and frankly….” Herbert interrupted him “Mr. Manning, mars is a colony of earth and will be treated as such….” Julius interrupted “Not any longer Mr. President, Mars is a planet that stands alone, Independent from any rule, no longer an obscure red planet, but a glorious sphere capable of harboring human life!’’
“Chancellor Manning you govern a colony of earth, under earthen rule, and it will remain as such!” The conference room sat silent. Leaders from both planets could do nothing more but listen, as the two men of power fought in a war of words. ‘’ World President Rush” Julius stated. “We have requested many times that you respect our boundaries of Airspace, you ignored every single request. We routinely shot down a foreign object” Herbert was Furious “Foreign Object!?” He shouted “That Ship carried children, women, and families for Christ sakes!” “Sir it was routine Martian military procedure” Julius Manning calmly stated. Herbert Glared at Julius Manning from across the table. “Then as
God Help Us:
Scott Blanche tried to steady the airship Braylon, he could barely steady it. Starpost stations weren’t made to hold Transport Ships. He finally managed to land the huge starship, and closed his tired eyes as the runway began to retract into the Ship Port. He didn’t understand what had just happened, he honestly didn’t care. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted it to go away. The paramedics waited at the Ship Port to help the injured, to collect the dead. There were plenty. The media was there, wanting their stories of the scrappy young co-pilot, braving the evil Martians and the mighty Golden Hammer fleet. He wouldn’t talk, He couldn’t talk. The Starpost captain dispersed the media crowd, and turned to Scott. He looked at him with equally tired eyes, and with obvious pity. The captain searched for words for a long time, what can you say to a person who had seen what Scott had just seen? The captain had seen war; he knew the horrors of air battles. But this was no air battle, no equally equipped fleets of equal strength, engaging in combat in space, fighting for glory, for honor, for victory. This was murder, a massacre. An act of pure evil. Surely Scott would be treated like a hero; he would receive a medal of some sort, and meet the Word President. Be greeted by parades in his hometown, children will be named after him. He would be the face of the war. There will be a war, no doubt about that. He quietly gave Scott the key to his quarters, and with a subtle “Get some rest son” He walked away. Scott walked down the hall until he found his assigned room; he sat on his bed and closed his eyes. He folded his arms in prayer, he wasn’t religious, but if there was a god, only he could save them. “God help me.’’ He whispered. ‘’God help us.”
No longer an Obscure Red Planet:
“The ICL are willing to negotiate with the Martian Colony on the basis that this was an accident, and an isolated incident’’ Herbert C. Rush knew there was no negotiating with a man like Julius Manning, But peace was always worth the effort. Julius Manning rose from his seat, ‘’Martian Colony?’’ He questioned. ‘’Countless requests for our independence has been rejected, how many times have you sent earthen military to mars, for ‘Military advisement’ on our ‘rebellions’. You have just recently given us the right to govern ourselves, and frankly….” Herbert interrupted him “Mr. Manning, mars is a colony of earth and will be treated as such….” Julius interrupted “Not any longer Mr. President, Mars is a planet that stands alone, Independent from any rule, no longer an obscure red planet, but a glorious sphere capable of harboring human life!’’
“Chancellor Manning you govern a colony of earth, under earthen rule, and it will remain as such!” The conference room sat silent. Leaders from both planets could do nothing more but listen, as the two men of power fought in a war of words. ‘’ World President Rush” Julius stated. “We have requested many times that you respect our boundaries of Airspace, you ignored every single request. We routinely shot down a foreign object” Herbert was Furious “Foreign Object!?” He shouted “That Ship carried children, women, and families for Christ sakes!” “Sir it was routine Martian military procedure” Julius Manning calmly stated. Herbert Glared at Julius Manning from across the table. “Then as