Novacom
27-10-2006, 09:30
The Earthern Sea
A small ship of unseen design skated the silver surfaces, a flag flapped and snapped in the chill wind, at half mast, the Zeon Battle Flag, the ship itself seemed to hug the water, with whatever weapons it possessed at present hidden, the only thing that gave it away as military were the soldiers who were arrayed in parade on the main deck, standing near the side of mournful expression, their heads were hung low, while their commander stood to the sea, that cold harsh sea where his people had been saved, where thousands if not millions had given their lives, the attack that had saved them all had been seemingly random, the desperate thrashing around of a beast already dealt a deathblow, but the attack had had a far more noble purpose, hidden from all. It had been 2 years since The Battle of the Earthern Sea, where General Drejas 13th Zyxkaza Army had counter attacked as part of the desperate retreat from Valjsguard, striking at Novan, Xirniumite, Yallakian, Xharnian and Velkyan fleets, that brilliant man had seen a chance to cause their enemies to strike against one another, to sow strife and dissension, and he had done so, at the cost of his own life, without further ado the commander rose his arms high to the sea and began his speech, not a lament for the death, but a celebration of the life.
General Drejas, you died a wrong death, tricked by self righteous fools, who content in their knowledge that it was their false right to police the world, you died showing them that the noble Zeon spirit stood against the oppression, a bastion against the dark you fought a desperate campaign in our most dire hour, you saved us and Principal Kukonois, you saved us when Servenal Kukonois mysteriously vanished, you gave Poval Kukonois time to reorganize and rebuild, you gave the dead a chance at life.
We weep for you now for you died before you could complete your great mission, to carry out your last vow, to avenge the disastrous battles of Valjsguard, to return their once more, where we had battled for nearly 10 years, and to wash away our failure, to restore us to our glory days, your death here, as a noble sacrifice, to turn these powers against each other, to allow us time, you made the ultimate sacrifice, so that as the cycle may continue, and we salute you for this, as we will now and forever, that your actions set in motion something that the foolish arrogant pride of our enemies would entwine with each other, binding them together so we may escape the chains that bound us.
You saved us all, you allowed us in those dark times as we fled from defeat at Valjsguard, where victory had been cruelly snatched away from us, you gave your life so that we could all live, and even in our weakest moments we remembered this sacrifice, and now we can stand at the place of your finest moment, and shout out our fierce pride and our eternal gratitude that your journey ended for the reason that ours may continue, we shout out now what you have allowed us to do, and what we will do for you, General Drejas, we shout it out now!
The assembled troops shouted it out loud for all to hear their voices booming over the seas, caution had been cast to the wind, although in Xirniumite waters they did not fear for themselves, it was their duty to commemorate the life of this great man, they were prepared for death, it was their duty to serve their leader, Poval Kukonois, abruptly dismissed the men slowly returned to their duties, the entire parade had stood motionless as they had celebrated except one, he shuddered during the shouting, he twitched ever so slightly, his mind writhed and he was cold with a sweat of dread he was known for it, they said there was something amiss, they said he was an anti prophet, he did not see dreams of the future, but rather nightmare’s of the past…
A small ship of unseen design skated the silver surfaces, a flag flapped and snapped in the chill wind, at half mast, the Zeon Battle Flag, the ship itself seemed to hug the water, with whatever weapons it possessed at present hidden, the only thing that gave it away as military were the soldiers who were arrayed in parade on the main deck, standing near the side of mournful expression, their heads were hung low, while their commander stood to the sea, that cold harsh sea where his people had been saved, where thousands if not millions had given their lives, the attack that had saved them all had been seemingly random, the desperate thrashing around of a beast already dealt a deathblow, but the attack had had a far more noble purpose, hidden from all. It had been 2 years since The Battle of the Earthern Sea, where General Drejas 13th Zyxkaza Army had counter attacked as part of the desperate retreat from Valjsguard, striking at Novan, Xirniumite, Yallakian, Xharnian and Velkyan fleets, that brilliant man had seen a chance to cause their enemies to strike against one another, to sow strife and dissension, and he had done so, at the cost of his own life, without further ado the commander rose his arms high to the sea and began his speech, not a lament for the death, but a celebration of the life.
General Drejas, you died a wrong death, tricked by self righteous fools, who content in their knowledge that it was their false right to police the world, you died showing them that the noble Zeon spirit stood against the oppression, a bastion against the dark you fought a desperate campaign in our most dire hour, you saved us and Principal Kukonois, you saved us when Servenal Kukonois mysteriously vanished, you gave Poval Kukonois time to reorganize and rebuild, you gave the dead a chance at life.
We weep for you now for you died before you could complete your great mission, to carry out your last vow, to avenge the disastrous battles of Valjsguard, to return their once more, where we had battled for nearly 10 years, and to wash away our failure, to restore us to our glory days, your death here, as a noble sacrifice, to turn these powers against each other, to allow us time, you made the ultimate sacrifice, so that as the cycle may continue, and we salute you for this, as we will now and forever, that your actions set in motion something that the foolish arrogant pride of our enemies would entwine with each other, binding them together so we may escape the chains that bound us.
You saved us all, you allowed us in those dark times as we fled from defeat at Valjsguard, where victory had been cruelly snatched away from us, you gave your life so that we could all live, and even in our weakest moments we remembered this sacrifice, and now we can stand at the place of your finest moment, and shout out our fierce pride and our eternal gratitude that your journey ended for the reason that ours may continue, we shout out now what you have allowed us to do, and what we will do for you, General Drejas, we shout it out now!
The assembled troops shouted it out loud for all to hear their voices booming over the seas, caution had been cast to the wind, although in Xirniumite waters they did not fear for themselves, it was their duty to commemorate the life of this great man, they were prepared for death, it was their duty to serve their leader, Poval Kukonois, abruptly dismissed the men slowly returned to their duties, the entire parade had stood motionless as they had celebrated except one, he shuddered during the shouting, he twitched ever so slightly, his mind writhed and he was cold with a sweat of dread he was known for it, they said there was something amiss, they said he was an anti prophet, he did not see dreams of the future, but rather nightmare’s of the past…