ADK Mars
25-06-2004, 03:05
It had been three years since the collapse of the Martian Confederacy. For some it had been a blessing, for others a curse. For the ten million Khristians living in Auman and Bajon, it was more than a curse.
The lights flickered on in the makeshift hanger and five Khristian men entered. They mad their way towards a spacecraft that sat in the middle of the hanger and looked around it, checking it one last time...
"You sure this will work Izri?"
"Yeah... This is just what we need to get someone to kill these stupid Aumanii bastards."
"Heh."
"Let's just do the check, fuel the thing and launch it. Akira, you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Izri climbed into the vehicle that carried the fuel and drove over next to the craft. He jumped out and hooked up a hose to a valve on the craft and turned the fuel pumps on.
"So, do you remember the instructions Akira?"
"Yeah, I'm to give a distress single and then give the code words for the resistence to begin their attacks."
"Good, climb in and warm it up, we'll get the gates open."
The gates opened and the engine roared and off into the night Akira flew the old Khristian LO-4AAIX3 Miroku "Advanced" model. He accelerated up out of the atmosphere into space, broadcasting on as many frequencies as the ancient craft could handle.
"To any ship in the vicinity, this is Martian Confederacy Flight One in need of assistance. Our Lithium batteries are runnign low, I repeat. This is Martian Confederayc Flight One in need of assistance."
Down in Auman the code words were heard...
"You heard the man! Lithium batteries! Everyone armed and know the plan?" He looked around and saw no one protesting. "Good. Let's go."
Two-hundred and fifty armed Khristians exited the church basement and made their way to the nearest Aumanii military base. Plasma grenades were hrutled at the outer defences, along with flashbangs and sonic grenades. Plasma gun and lasgun fire errupted from the Khristian host as three years of bitter hatred were released.
Elsewhere on the base's permiter a smaller group of Khristians were setting up concentrated plasma charges, enough to vaporize the base and then some...
"Hurry up...we don't have much time."
Something else was happening in Bajon....
Imrabelli hit another Bajoni worker upside the head with the mining tool.
"Take that, you stupid bastard..." he said looking around.
He saw that this struggle was almost over, that his comrades were finishing up the rest of the Bajoni and human mining workers...
OOC: Meh, this may not be the right time for it, but whatever. Sorry for the randomness about the Bajoni part... it seems there isn't much in the Pandora province of the Bajoni Bloc.
The lights flickered on in the makeshift hanger and five Khristian men entered. They mad their way towards a spacecraft that sat in the middle of the hanger and looked around it, checking it one last time...
"You sure this will work Izri?"
"Yeah... This is just what we need to get someone to kill these stupid Aumanii bastards."
"Heh."
"Let's just do the check, fuel the thing and launch it. Akira, you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Izri climbed into the vehicle that carried the fuel and drove over next to the craft. He jumped out and hooked up a hose to a valve on the craft and turned the fuel pumps on.
"So, do you remember the instructions Akira?"
"Yeah, I'm to give a distress single and then give the code words for the resistence to begin their attacks."
"Good, climb in and warm it up, we'll get the gates open."
The gates opened and the engine roared and off into the night Akira flew the old Khristian LO-4AAIX3 Miroku "Advanced" model. He accelerated up out of the atmosphere into space, broadcasting on as many frequencies as the ancient craft could handle.
"To any ship in the vicinity, this is Martian Confederacy Flight One in need of assistance. Our Lithium batteries are runnign low, I repeat. This is Martian Confederayc Flight One in need of assistance."
Down in Auman the code words were heard...
"You heard the man! Lithium batteries! Everyone armed and know the plan?" He looked around and saw no one protesting. "Good. Let's go."
Two-hundred and fifty armed Khristians exited the church basement and made their way to the nearest Aumanii military base. Plasma grenades were hrutled at the outer defences, along with flashbangs and sonic grenades. Plasma gun and lasgun fire errupted from the Khristian host as three years of bitter hatred were released.
Elsewhere on the base's permiter a smaller group of Khristians were setting up concentrated plasma charges, enough to vaporize the base and then some...
"Hurry up...we don't have much time."
Something else was happening in Bajon....
Imrabelli hit another Bajoni worker upside the head with the mining tool.
"Take that, you stupid bastard..." he said looking around.
He saw that this struggle was almost over, that his comrades were finishing up the rest of the Bajoni and human mining workers...
OOC: Meh, this may not be the right time for it, but whatever. Sorry for the randomness about the Bajoni part... it seems there isn't much in the Pandora province of the Bajoni Bloc.