Anglo Sino
13-10-2005, 12:18
The Operative surveyed the battlefield before him. It was Carnage for the Coalition. The Entire Front was like a wall of Steel, Tanks rolled across the ground as Infantry moved quickly behind. Just on the Horizon, The City of Bergo stood, its once proud city scaped towers collapsing as Air strikes and orbital bombardment pummelled it to dust. He smiled. The ASF had been founded in the early years of the War, and been used to amazing effect. Any attempt to bring in a force to stop this had been crushed, and only civilian vessels ((Which had become just as easy to obtain as a Car had before the war)) where permitted. The Moon of the planet had even become a home to an alliance city. The Operative shrugged, and looked down.
“How long until these forces are destroyed?” He said in an Accent Similar to English from the Forgotten world.
“Um…we don’t know sir, the enemy where expected to crumble, but the destruction of Bergo seemed to have strengthened their resolve.” an Officer said.
“Keep me informed.” The Operative said, watching with a critical eye.
In the Warship Dramatic Irony stood in orbit, pummelling the City below. Missile after Missile into the city below. Each of these shots was weak, they needed the city mostly intact, there where messages broadcasting to the ship, begging for the bombardment to stop. The captain, another of the Operatives, listened to the screams with a smile.
“See the Price of Betrayal” He said to the crew, who where unsettled. “Now move out of orbit, begin the procedure we have been tasked to.” There was a solemn agreement among the crew; they began to move out of orbit of the planet, moving with great speed. They past the orbit of the moon within a few minutes, and then opened the new engine units.
“Begin Procedures” the Operative said with a nod. The crew muttered “Yessir” and began a combination of codes and orders into the ships computers. The last order was Run_Lightdrive and the ship disappeared.
On the Ground, the Armour Column’s advance crushed the Last of the Coalition forces shuddered. Unit after unit died as this Army moved without halting. The Coalition was finished, this the Operative could tell. But one last straw needed to be drawn.
“Pull back all forces, let loose the Fighter wings and blow them to the next world” The operative sighed. “No more men need to die”
“Sir” said a Officer “Could we not ask their surrender?”
“No, this is necessary. We must stop any father uprising, understand?”
“Yessir.”
The tanks stoped their advance. It just seemed to halt, and then reverse. Letting down suppression fire, they held the enemy at their present position. And then the scream of the Ion Drives began. Bombers zoomed over head, and dropped the deadly liquid, before igniting it. And there, a wall of flame now stood. The Coalition was forever dead, the last fort destroyed.
Meanwhile, the Dramatic Irony arrived in the nearest system. After two hours travel, this was finally worked Faster then Light travel had been achived. Already, the trip back had begun.
“How long until these forces are destroyed?” He said in an Accent Similar to English from the Forgotten world.
“Um…we don’t know sir, the enemy where expected to crumble, but the destruction of Bergo seemed to have strengthened their resolve.” an Officer said.
“Keep me informed.” The Operative said, watching with a critical eye.
In the Warship Dramatic Irony stood in orbit, pummelling the City below. Missile after Missile into the city below. Each of these shots was weak, they needed the city mostly intact, there where messages broadcasting to the ship, begging for the bombardment to stop. The captain, another of the Operatives, listened to the screams with a smile.
“See the Price of Betrayal” He said to the crew, who where unsettled. “Now move out of orbit, begin the procedure we have been tasked to.” There was a solemn agreement among the crew; they began to move out of orbit of the planet, moving with great speed. They past the orbit of the moon within a few minutes, and then opened the new engine units.
“Begin Procedures” the Operative said with a nod. The crew muttered “Yessir” and began a combination of codes and orders into the ships computers. The last order was Run_Lightdrive and the ship disappeared.
On the Ground, the Armour Column’s advance crushed the Last of the Coalition forces shuddered. Unit after unit died as this Army moved without halting. The Coalition was finished, this the Operative could tell. But one last straw needed to be drawn.
“Pull back all forces, let loose the Fighter wings and blow them to the next world” The operative sighed. “No more men need to die”
“Sir” said a Officer “Could we not ask their surrender?”
“No, this is necessary. We must stop any father uprising, understand?”
“Yessir.”
The tanks stoped their advance. It just seemed to halt, and then reverse. Letting down suppression fire, they held the enemy at their present position. And then the scream of the Ion Drives began. Bombers zoomed over head, and dropped the deadly liquid, before igniting it. And there, a wall of flame now stood. The Coalition was forever dead, the last fort destroyed.
Meanwhile, the Dramatic Irony arrived in the nearest system. After two hours travel, this was finally worked Faster then Light travel had been achived. Already, the trip back had begun.