El Sentiel
13-02-2005, 23:37
The rain poured in the large city of Hilmalk, A small figure dashed across the street towards a building with a sign hanging haphazardly from the wall
“Moonvalley Bar:
Humans only”
The figure knocked on the door three times in rapid succession. The roll of thunder made the figure jump quickly checking his surroundings. The door opened a sliver letting the warmth of light stream out into the cold and dark world. The figure stepped back letting the light cross his face.
“It’s me, now hurry up and open the damned door, it’s pouring out here” The soaking wet man said as the man on the other side of the door fumbled with the locks with his fat sausage like fingers. What seemed like an eternity the door finally opened letting the soaking wet man in.
Pulling the hood off his head revealing the man’s dark tanned baldhead. he looked around at the drunken inhabitants most of them having their privacy walls up to prevent anyone hearing them or hearing around.
“General Mackienze it’s good to have you here, if you’d follow me please” the man from the door walked quickly light a feather despite his heavy frame into a room beside the bar marked “Private”. The air was rank with cigarette smoke; the room was dark with a blue light emitting from the central table. The 2 men and one-woman surround the table was in military uniforms remnants of the original colonies defense force.
“We can’t just out and out attack them you fool, they outnumber us fifteen to one and that’s if! They don’t just turn us into a giant crater from space!” Private Wells barked leaning his back against the table staring at the monitor hung from a wall.
“Well want do you suppose we do magically pull an space armada out of our collective Asses and defeat the ratcat fleet?” the woman retorted coldly staring at the glowing table.
“Well have to get more support not just from the serpent swarm asteroid belt but with the citizens here in Hilmalk Ingrid, most of the people are happy to live under the ratcat patriarch” Corporal wielbirch said his attention fixed on the woman Ingrid “and sarcasm won’t help us either…”
“So I leave for a week and you 3 fall apart at the seams on me?” General Mackienze spoke up catching the 3 soldiers attentions, standing straight.
Ingrid slowly walked over to the general wrapping her arms around his waist resting her head on his shoulder “how was your trip out to the serpent swarm?”
A large portion under General Mackienze’s command thought he and private Ingrid were an item, but he and Ingrid would always deny it. They seemed to have a past of some sort.
“Productive to say the least, here take a look at these” He pulled out a data pad from his rear pocket and tossed it onto the glowing table. Private Wells turned around picking up the pad examining the contents carefully; shock ran across the private’s face as he stuttered to get the words out “6-67-67 Theta tanks! 118 vixen rocket launchers! And 7 armored transports! General where in the serpent swarm did you get all this equipment, the Crime lords?!”
“Actually that’s exactly where I got them from, they seemed quite interested in supporting us, probably to further their own agendas” General Mackienze replied coolly walking around the table slowly “they will be here in a month or two, till then we consolidate our forces, get the locals on our side. “Then we take the city”
That was three months ago and the revolt was in full swing, the colony defense force had managed to take a large portion of Hilmalk pinning most of the Kzinti warriors in the outer skirts of the industrial sector where the fighting was inflicting the most casualties, not just by the two forces but by the volatile materials what surrounded them. Flames and smoke made it impossible to see your foe until you were almost nose-to-nose with him.
Sekrat-General roared furiously as the command transport glided over the hills, his entire command chain had some how been managed to be fitted into a modified troop transport. it was cramp to cramp for any Kzinti to bear for an extended period, he looked back from his seat into the hold where his staff worked constantly even under these abysmal conditions. The radio chatter was unusually light as the only transmissions sent and received were automated ones designed to keep the attack force together so younger hero’s thirsting for honor and a half name did not run off ahead in the foolish thought of attacking the feral monkeys before they were prepared.
Turning his attention to back what was coming his confidence began taking a nosedive as huge plumes of sickening black smoke came from the city. He immediately told the drive to stop at the top of the ridge that surrounds the valley. No sooner than the command transport stopped the ground erupted in a shower of dirt as tank shells whizzed by from in the valley.
Sekrat-General got out of the command transport as fast as he could in his bulky combat armor, they transport was quick but in combat it was better suited as a coffin than a combat vehicle. Bringing his binoculars to his eyes he looked down at the city, even at this distance the zoom provided unparallel giving Sekrat-General a clear view of the small cluster of tanks attempting to make a bee-line up the sloped valley wall towards him.
He cursed under his breath to the One Fanged God. He had not expected the feral monkeys to have armor; monkeys were always full of surprises. He opened the door to the command transport, peeking his head in “open a channel with command, we need armor support immediately”.
He ran on all fours towards the center of the quick response force, 128-kzinti heroes in 16 troop transports; the hero’s were already disembarking which made his task easier. He screamed and spat his orders setting up a defensive position along a jagged rock pile about 50-60 meters away. Their weapons wouldn’t be able to do much damage to the group of tanks but all he had to do was wait for back up to come before the assault on Hilmalk began.
“Moonvalley Bar:
Humans only”
The figure knocked on the door three times in rapid succession. The roll of thunder made the figure jump quickly checking his surroundings. The door opened a sliver letting the warmth of light stream out into the cold and dark world. The figure stepped back letting the light cross his face.
“It’s me, now hurry up and open the damned door, it’s pouring out here” The soaking wet man said as the man on the other side of the door fumbled with the locks with his fat sausage like fingers. What seemed like an eternity the door finally opened letting the soaking wet man in.
Pulling the hood off his head revealing the man’s dark tanned baldhead. he looked around at the drunken inhabitants most of them having their privacy walls up to prevent anyone hearing them or hearing around.
“General Mackienze it’s good to have you here, if you’d follow me please” the man from the door walked quickly light a feather despite his heavy frame into a room beside the bar marked “Private”. The air was rank with cigarette smoke; the room was dark with a blue light emitting from the central table. The 2 men and one-woman surround the table was in military uniforms remnants of the original colonies defense force.
“We can’t just out and out attack them you fool, they outnumber us fifteen to one and that’s if! They don’t just turn us into a giant crater from space!” Private Wells barked leaning his back against the table staring at the monitor hung from a wall.
“Well want do you suppose we do magically pull an space armada out of our collective Asses and defeat the ratcat fleet?” the woman retorted coldly staring at the glowing table.
“Well have to get more support not just from the serpent swarm asteroid belt but with the citizens here in Hilmalk Ingrid, most of the people are happy to live under the ratcat patriarch” Corporal wielbirch said his attention fixed on the woman Ingrid “and sarcasm won’t help us either…”
“So I leave for a week and you 3 fall apart at the seams on me?” General Mackienze spoke up catching the 3 soldiers attentions, standing straight.
Ingrid slowly walked over to the general wrapping her arms around his waist resting her head on his shoulder “how was your trip out to the serpent swarm?”
A large portion under General Mackienze’s command thought he and private Ingrid were an item, but he and Ingrid would always deny it. They seemed to have a past of some sort.
“Productive to say the least, here take a look at these” He pulled out a data pad from his rear pocket and tossed it onto the glowing table. Private Wells turned around picking up the pad examining the contents carefully; shock ran across the private’s face as he stuttered to get the words out “6-67-67 Theta tanks! 118 vixen rocket launchers! And 7 armored transports! General where in the serpent swarm did you get all this equipment, the Crime lords?!”
“Actually that’s exactly where I got them from, they seemed quite interested in supporting us, probably to further their own agendas” General Mackienze replied coolly walking around the table slowly “they will be here in a month or two, till then we consolidate our forces, get the locals on our side. “Then we take the city”
That was three months ago and the revolt was in full swing, the colony defense force had managed to take a large portion of Hilmalk pinning most of the Kzinti warriors in the outer skirts of the industrial sector where the fighting was inflicting the most casualties, not just by the two forces but by the volatile materials what surrounded them. Flames and smoke made it impossible to see your foe until you were almost nose-to-nose with him.
Sekrat-General roared furiously as the command transport glided over the hills, his entire command chain had some how been managed to be fitted into a modified troop transport. it was cramp to cramp for any Kzinti to bear for an extended period, he looked back from his seat into the hold where his staff worked constantly even under these abysmal conditions. The radio chatter was unusually light as the only transmissions sent and received were automated ones designed to keep the attack force together so younger hero’s thirsting for honor and a half name did not run off ahead in the foolish thought of attacking the feral monkeys before they were prepared.
Turning his attention to back what was coming his confidence began taking a nosedive as huge plumes of sickening black smoke came from the city. He immediately told the drive to stop at the top of the ridge that surrounds the valley. No sooner than the command transport stopped the ground erupted in a shower of dirt as tank shells whizzed by from in the valley.
Sekrat-General got out of the command transport as fast as he could in his bulky combat armor, they transport was quick but in combat it was better suited as a coffin than a combat vehicle. Bringing his binoculars to his eyes he looked down at the city, even at this distance the zoom provided unparallel giving Sekrat-General a clear view of the small cluster of tanks attempting to make a bee-line up the sloped valley wall towards him.
He cursed under his breath to the One Fanged God. He had not expected the feral monkeys to have armor; monkeys were always full of surprises. He opened the door to the command transport, peeking his head in “open a channel with command, we need armor support immediately”.
He ran on all fours towards the center of the quick response force, 128-kzinti heroes in 16 troop transports; the hero’s were already disembarking which made his task easier. He screamed and spat his orders setting up a defensive position along a jagged rock pile about 50-60 meters away. Their weapons wouldn’t be able to do much damage to the group of tanks but all he had to do was wait for back up to come before the assault on Hilmalk began.