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[Non-EGS Fiction] Welcome to the Terran Alliance

Postby Teleros on Tue Jun 19, 2007 7:06 am

Well I was a little bored, and decided to write a couple of short stories centred around my Terran Alliance universe. The first one is actually based on a true story and shows the lengths the Terran Alliance will go to; the second deals with the paradoxical nature of the war against the Core Empire (one of the other big interstellar nations in the galaxy).

Big Boys' Game: Big Boys' Rules
"No news of our people?"
"No sir: TBC News is still the latest."
Black idly tapped his chin as he sat back, thinking. "Checked with the Borltan authorities?"
"Of course - they never even heard of the 'Free Borlta' movement until after they broke into our embassy and took those two women hostage."
Black turned to stare out the window at the city. Skyscrapers miles high dominated the scene, invisible forcefields reflecting the sunlight down to the surface below and off the countless aircars that hummed along on invisible, computer-guided paths. Borlta's sun was setting now, giving the city a soft, golden glow. The Borltans, Black thought, really knew how to design a city.
"All right then, let's see how tough they are." Turning back to his desk, Black picked up the black peaked cap and set it firmly on his head. "Time to visit the prisoner."

The prisoner, a Borltan by the name of Fehzak Ootahn, had been the only member of the 'Free Borlta' group to have been captured following the raid on the embassy. He'd been killed during it of course, but one of the guards had stuck him in a stasis tube and he'd been revived a few hours later - crucially, with his memories up to the raid intact. Now he was being kept in the basement of a nearby skyscraper run by the Department of Intelligence, leaning against the wall in a classic stress position.
Black entered the room and closed the door with a quiet click. So, Mr Ootahn, it seems your friends have abandoned you.
"Get... out of... my head," managed the Borltan, his fur rippling and flickering an even darker shade of red to indicate his anger.
Black's face remained expressionless. Without warning, a black boot shot out to savagely kick the Borltan in the knee. Ootahn screeched in agony and collapsed, clutching his now-crippled left leg. His fur flashed a startling mix of blue and red: pain and hate.
I did not tell you to speak. Speak again and I'll start removing body parts.
Ootahn looked up to see Black toying with a knife. "You won't... break... me," he gasped.
I don't need to. Your mind had the location of your compatriots: we've managed to track some of them down - but not those two receptionists you kidnapped. So we're going to send them a message. You.
Ootahn screamed and struggled uselessly as forcefields pinned him to the floor and muffled his voice, and Black bent down with the knife.

"He was right you know," said Black, looking out at the sunset over the Borltan capital. "He never did break."
"You disappointed?"
Black shook his head. "No. Just glad we got those two receptions back. How are they?"
"They've got one more session tomorrow and then they can go back to work. Incidentally, the rumour mill has it that that 'Free Borlta' group is having a few internal problems. Seems your little stunt freaked out the moderates and galvanised the hardliners."
"It was supposed to," countered Black. A week after having been sent various pieces of Fehzak Ootahn, the 'Free Borlta' group had still persisted in holding the two receptions. That had changed when Ootahn's brain, complete with memory viewing equipment, had been sent. The fact that another sentient had done this had broken the group's resolve, and they'd handed over the two receptionists, alive but in need of medical treatment and a good telepathic therapist. The rest of Fehzak Oohtan had been dumped in one of the city's recycling plants.
"So, leave it to the Borltans then?"
"I think so: it's an internal matter for them now. We've done our bit."
"Suppose. Anyway, best be getting back. Pleasant dreams."
Black shook his head. "Actually, they always are."



Identify: Friend or Foe
"Attention: take only what you can carry. Repeat: take only what you can carry. Compensation will be provided once you arrive on board."
Captain Devrik Narrs cursed the drab monotone sound of the announcement as it reverberated through the city in both English and Dren, and trudged on to the starship-grey bulk of Civilian Evacuation Carrier S-193-BE-5. As he joined the queue, he saw one of the ship's crewmen ahead, waving people inside, pulse rifle hanging idle in one hand.
He was about to pass the crewman when a human hand appeared in front of him. "Excuse me, you Captain Devrik Narrs, Nine Six Four Four Infantry Regiment?"
Narrs turned and looked up to the crewman. "What does it matter to you?"
"Hey, take it easy, just checking." Funny, thought Narrs: you wouldn't have thought that only twelve hours ago they'd been fighting.
"Ok, what then?"
The human looked down and tapped something into a datapad, then looked back at Narrs, smiling. "There we go - head up to deck ten, dorm seventeen. Got the survivors from your regiment up there. Just follow the light." An orb of soft white light appeared in front of Narrs: a hologram projected by the ship's Restricted Artificial Intelligence.
"Right. Thanks." Narrs followed the orb inside the ship, trying to figure it all out. A week ago, the Terran Alliance had invaded, precision orbital strikes and their damned missile artillery formations wiping out the majority of resistance on Huar III within a day. Then up until twelve hours ago they'd sent mechanised infantry into the cities, rooting out the remaining resistance, until the surviving high command had ordered a surrender. Narrs knew of two cities reduced to glass plains following several attempts to use the civilians as living shields in both: against firepower like that there'd never really been any chance. Yet paradoxically, having ruthlessly wiped out tens of thousands of soldiers and several million civilians, the Terran Alliance was doing its utmost to offer what it called 'humanitarian' aid - even to the point of offering compensation for possessions left behind! It was the sort of madness Narrs would never have found in the Core Empire - but then, the Terran Alliance wasn't run by his people, it was run by humans.

"Hey, captain! Told you they'd send him up here too!"
The familiar voices snapped Narrs out of his reverie, and he smiled in spite of himself. "Yeah, how much you win from Jarren over there?"
"Fifty credits."
Narrs put on a look of shock. "Only fifty? One of you is slacking it seems."
"Yeah, well it was pretty obvious you'd be hea-" Jarren's voice was cut off by the calm voice of the ship's RAI.
"Attention please: emergency lift-off in progress. Attention please: emergency lift-off in progress."
Narrs hurried to the window and looked down at the crowd below. Everyone panicking, pushing against the forcefields used for crowd control and begging to be let aboard. Funny, thought Narrs, to think that just twelve hours ago they would never have entertained the idea of boarding a human vessel. Mind you, he hadn't the first time either. Now it was becoming routine.
"Computer, what's happening?"
"A Core Navy flotilla has been detected heading in-system: all CECs are being evacuated before they can be targeted."
"Targeting evacuation carriers?" Narrs stared at the window in disbelief as the mammoth starship left the city behind.
"They are attempting to slow down the rate of conquest," replied the RAI. "News of the new policy only arrived ten minutes ago, otherwise we would have evacuated earlier."
"I want to see."

The window disappeard, to be replaced with a visiplate showing the scene outside. As the S-193-BE-5 entered high orbit, a pair of destroyers moved in as escorts. Narrs zoomed out to a blinking yellow dot out at Huar IX, the colony nearest the Core Navy flotilla. A pair of starship-grey Alliance Navy cruisers were pouring firepower at a target some lightseconds away, brilliant green pulse beams lightning up the airless world below. Blue-green flashes rippled across them as near-lightspeed missiles from the Dren flotilla hammered at meteorite shields and return pulse beam fire was dissipated by the pulse shields. Cones of green light swept through space, vaporising the next volley of missiles, but Narrs could see that the weight of fire on the two Alliance cruisers was intensifying.
Even as it intensified though, the Alliance heavy battleship leading the invasion dropped out of hyperspace and opened fire with its massive broadsides. More energy than Huar's sun produced every second was thrown at the Core Navy ships - and suddenly, abruptly, the battle was over.
Narrs was about to turn the view away when more green beams shot out from an angle at the planet - no, at a CEC climbing into space. Even as Narrs watched, the ship's shields went down and it broke apart, and he half-imagined he could see the bodies tumbling out of its ruined hull. He didn't know whether to be pleased that the Core Navy had tricked the Alliance, or furious that it had done so specifically to kill its own civilians.
Even as the second wave of Core Navy ships swung their weapons onto the second and third CECs, the heavy battleship twisted about madly in a multi-million-g manoeuvre and launched itself into the gap. One of the CECs was safe, but the other was just a few hundred kilometres too far. The dorm was silent as everyone watched the visiplate, expecting the unprotected CEC to be destroyed as well. Instead, the Core Navy beams struck one of the cruisers - the smaller ship had copied the heavy battleship, taking the hits for the CEC. Only this time at the cost of its crew: as Narrs watched, the Alliance Navy cruiser was sliced to pieces, its shields unable to hold back the torrent of energy.
But it had been enough, and the dorm erupted into cheers as the last CEC slipped behind the heavy battleship. Again the massive cannons of the Alliance flagship opened up, sweeping away the Core Navy ships with contemptuous ease. The battle was over.

Narrs looked around at the cheering faces around him. "Tell me Jarren, how much did you bet that you'd never cheer the Alliance Navy on - against the Core Empire?" A hush fell over the room at this: suddenly everyone was embarrassed and avoiding each other's looks.
Narrs let the silence hang for a few seconds longer, then smiled. "Well, you'd've lost a lot of credits I imagine." He looked back at the visiplate, the wreckage of the destroyed Alliance ships clearly visible. "But I think you'd've lost them for a good reason this time. To think that they disregarded their own rules of engagement and sacrificed themselves for us... I wonder if we'd do the same. May the Gods bless their souls."


One final note: if you did like the stories and think the universe might make a nice RP setting or similar, throw me a PM or something.
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