NationStates Jolt Archive

Purity Log 23 February xxx3:

Years…years alone. Why can’t anyone just let go of this plague?

Purity Log 44 June xxx4:

I can hardly believe it! Others! Others like me, who have let themselves go of Thyraza…finally I’m no longer alone…

Purity Log 72 September xxx6:

I am so proud of my brothers and sisters, even know another ship has joined us, a Military Frigate, whose Captain swore The Oath…

Purity Log 125 November xxx6:

More...more…more. Even more people have joined our cause, and even two more ships! I feel we are strong enough to finally be heard…or act…


Kelsov Romant awoke to another day to…nothing. He had nothing but the hearts and minds of his 544 followers. But, it wasn’t enough to calm the storm inside him. For awhile now He had almost run out of things to preach about everyday to his followers, he was afraid they would become as lost and confused as him.

The daily sermon was a blur to him, after it was over he headed to the bridge of the Purity. He knew what he needed; he needed to get off this damn ship. He long to have his feet on solid ground…it has been over 10 years.

As he sat down in the “Captains” chair, he heard the Comm., which has been silent for so long erupt with a flurry of words. He had no idea how to even work the damn thing, but words meant people, and people meant….a planet.

He rushed to the nearest window, but he was already beat by a few of his followers.
“Gosh, I wonder who lives there.”
“Oh! Mr. Romant! Are we going to finally find a home?”
Kelsov looked down at the women who spoke to him, “Maybe my child maybe.”

Kelsov got onto the intra-ship comm., “My brothers, it is time, time to leave the stars and set foot on solid ground!”

Cheer was heard all throughout the four ship fleet. The Purity’s only Dropship was loaded up with a landing party with Kelsov leading.

The four ship fleet stopped above the planet, the Purity’s hanger door creaked open and the Dropship left the hanger and sped to the Planets surface.

Inside the Dropship the 12 man Landing Team readied themselves for anything, Bolts were cocked back and magazines inserted into their rifles, they knew not what waited for them on the surface, but they would be ready. The shaking subsided and the craft landed, the dropdoor fell open and the rifles were hidden under dark-black coats…The men stepped off with Kelsov out front.

"Sir! Hyperspace exit tear detected! Unknown IFF!"

"Localize it! Only one?"

"Negative! There are four, and none on a Sion or Trevor vector."

"Warships?"

"Negative.... but they're not responding to hails. We have no defense sats in the area, all were taken out in the last Sion raid."

"COMMANDER! They've entered the blindspot!"

"Who are these guys?"

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A large crowd gathered around the drop pod, held back by hastily erected police barricades. The police had arrived several minutes after the drop pod, their quick reaction thanks to a fast orbiting satellite catching its trajectory as it entered the atmosphere. There were hundreds of grubby faces peering at the newcomers, trying to discern any detail at all. Drawn faces and ragged clothing hid no secrets from Kelsov, and the stained buildings nearby told of a less than optimal way of life. Children and adults huddled together in the blazing sun, trying to stay cool while watching these men from who knew where. When the police had finally arrived in spotless military-grade vehicles, they proceeded to brutally force these civilians back and erect massive barricades around the landing zone, guns pointed outwards as well as in.

As the newcomers looked at the surrounds outside their barricaded landing zone, they would see a world in decay. Without the Apperson's clout in the Imperial Council, the planet Aled had slipped into relative obscurity. It fought an almost constant war with the last few remnants of the one time Apperson-friendly regime, and every so often another shipment of guns would come from Sion, preventing them from eliminating the rebels. The police were the only people who appeared well fed, and all had the signs of deep Thyraza infection.

Finally, a relatively important-looking officer stepped towards the somewhat isolated dropship. "Hello strangers, I'm Captain Owain, welcome to Aled." He held out a small vacuum-sealed package to Kelsov, the one that looked the most like the leader. "Before I have to corral you guys into some government transport and haul you off to the capitol for the leaders to talk at you, would you like some thyraza? It's a long ride over some kinda rough roads."

Kelsov took the Thyraza in his hand and chucked it as far as he could. He raised his hands in the air.

“My brothers, the devil has infested itself on these people.”

He turned to the crowed which was looking at him in astonishment.

“You! All of you! Thyraza is the Devils incarnation. It turns all of you into zombies! All you want is it, all you think is getting it, and you become worthless to yourselves! We have come to bring you to the light!”

One of the Kelsov’s men pulled a Radio out of his Coat. “Sacred Promise Send down your Landing party. ASAP.”
“*Crackle* Aye Aye, Party on the way!”

The Hanger door on the Sacred Promise opened, and a Single Dropship left and continued down to Kelsov’s Position. Within the Dropship 12 men cracked their bolts back, and waited to “Purify” if no one would listen to Kelsov…

A few of Kelsov’s men started forward to get in front of their leader. But Kelsov pushed them back, “Fear not men, we are bringers of light!” He turned back to the now large crowed that gathered.

“I tell you all! The sooner this evil drug leaves your system the longer you will live in the light!, no longer will you have to go day to day addicted to something that will in the end destroy everything you worked for!”

By now a light could be seen in the sky growing larger, this was of course the Sacred Promise’s Dropship bringing reinforcements to The Planet. It would arrive in a few minutes and then the Purification would start.