The Fedral Union
22-03-2007, 10:04
"Why do we fight? is it for honor... to belong to some thing grater, for king and country?... to wade away from the mundane and painful realties of life? is it for freedom? or is it to win.. or do we fight because we are told to?"
The gentle wind swept frosty plain of the planet seruis 4 had day light braking upon it buy an orange ball in the sky, the light shimmered down on the stirring nippy cold winds that had spread through the area. In a large trenched complex dug in to the endless frosty plains sat men and women, of all creed and colors they sat looking down they're rifles where at the ready, the butts on the ground the muzzles in the air, they're black uniforms shimmered in the orange light of the sky as equipment dotted them around the pusdo power armor. he looked up and down, they're expressions that of tired, sorrowing people fighting a seemingly pointless war in a far of land. Several solders leaned back on to the metal walls of the trenches, they griped they're guns like it would be they're saviors. Suddenly from a slightly protruding metallic camouflaged tower a man came out, the solders looked up to him, his brawny uniformed figure bringing a smile to they're glum faces. The leaders face was slightly gloomy but he smiled trying to bring the spirits of his troops up, his dirty white face shimmering gently in the orange beam of lights coming from the sun. he sighed gently walking his ranks up and down, his tall built figure brown eyes and blond hair so typical of a lot of the other solders in this seemingly endless pointless war. He carried no rifle, he had two holsters of revolver like rail guns they jingled off of his utility belt gently as he walked up and down the dirty cold trench. They're entire company had been constantly under attack day in and day out buy they're enemies, shells, plasma bombs, energy ordnance had bombarded the trenches since day one, the only thing protecting them is a force field emitter , and it had failed multiple times under massively heavy fire. They as he was tired of being on the defensive constantly and always, they wanted to bring the fight to the enemy, today was this day, many of these solders saw they're comrades slain in battle and killed instantly and horrifically. The leader turned around and started to speak in a deep voice. His hands down beside him as his face went from a slight smile to a gloomy neutral some what depressive look, his eyes peering in to his fellow men and women's eyes, this leader had left his home after his wife was caught with another man, and his country was called to war, his broken heart was put aside as he fought in battle after battle caring less about him self and more about his men to an extreme. His face and eyes where filled with blankness and lack of love for his former life as he remembered it, now.. it was all about this war and his people, defending them with every ounce of his breath leading them to victory.
“Well men....I don't have to say this... but.. we're going on the offense, I cant say how many losses we will take , I cant say if I or you will come back, all I can say is that if we die we will see our enemies in hell, may god have mercy upon they're souls, and may we be victorious, I know we will but it will be one hell of a fight.” his voice was filled with the lack of luster you would naturally expect from a shell shocked leader who has been at war for many years, his body under constant stress.
He looked around noticing the nods and acknowledgments of his fellow warriors, he gently smiled with another lack luster grin, he drew one of his revolver like rail pistols in a quick swipe, he then moved one of his black gloved hands to a panel opening a door in the force field like barrier. He stepped up his body glamorously shimmering with armor and all in the orange light he grinned gently and looked down to his men he moved his pistol from side to side diagonally to motion them up, suddenly he rushed out followed by a torrent of men and women of all creeds and colors holding rifles with bayonets. They split up doing flanking motions, the leader him self sighed memories coming back, painful memories as he rushed dead on, by this time enemy spotters had seen them, suddenly plasma shells and rail shells started to rain down upon them, explosions echoed and BOOMED! Around them crating smoking craters with charred pieces around them. Solders where thrown out by the explosions they're bodies flinging across the field as smoke absorbed them, bloody bits of arms and legs flung around as the company picked up speed the lead him self starting to point his weapon yelling out in a passionate battle cry “CHARGE!!” suddenly the company let all hell brake lose, automatic rail gun fire echoed in the otherwise once quiet plains, the frost starting to nip at the solders as one after the other where mowed down and wounded, flames shot out of incendiary shells engulfing solders burning they're skin, they screamed out in pain as they're bodies fell to the ground burning from the plasma, explosions still flung bodies and limbs around. Solders threw grenades swiping them off they're utility belts and throwing them, taking out emplacement after emplacement, bolts of rail gun fire priced the enemy formations as they started to charge as well, massive number of bodies on both sides began falling, burnt, wounded and missing limbs, they screamed out for medics in banshee like cries for help. The leader him self was hit two times by fire he limped across the field now drawing his other fire arm, he shot again and again along with his fellow brothers he limped nearly falling to the ground, tears welled up in his frost nipped face falling as he gently began sobbing shooting both his guns, flashing back to traumatic experiences in his life , he cried out louder to charge as they're fire decimated enemy ranks, they're own solders falling as well, troops crawled on all fours over they're brothers bodies , they proned in to a laid down position as they shot they're rifles again and again, the noise reverberating through they're ears . The leader him self saw solders shell shocked and crying curling up behind rocks as they saw they're brothers maimed killed and burned, he looked around wounded and bleeding severally from his wounds, he fought with every thing he had, even resorting to hand to hand combat throwing enemies off of him as he suffered a stab wound, he did not care about him self he flung his hands in to the faces of the reptilian enemies, punching them and kicking them then shooting them emptying his clips in them, he reloaded quickly fending off hand to hand attacks.
The company was now engaged in a malee ranged battle, laser fire and rail fire profusely fired from the company was solders fought with they're bayonets stabbing and being stabbed , bleeding and being maimed by cutting swords, medics rushed out towards they're injured comrades pulling them on they're backs and running towards the trenches, themselves some ties being blown away by huge shells.... over an hour later..... a storm brewed over the smoky battle field, it blew away all the smoke as it started to pour down rain. Massive causalities on both sides , hundreds of bodies lay burned maimed dead, many other solders lay crying leaning on rocks trees or laying on the ground sobbing they're eyes out and bleeding, the leader him self gently sobbing and picking him self up looking around at the healthy if you can call them that brothers, he sighed as one of his surviving medics rushed over to him, he shooks his head as blood dripped of of his soaked body he shivered wildly he was losing blood crying and the cold was already getting to him he collapsed on the frosty ground as icy rain pelted the surrounding battle field, his fellow officers rushing towards him as his teary eyes closed and he blacked out .
His mind it was filled with constant pain, and suffering he was trapped in his own hell, his hands griped the cold ground ferociously, as his body convulsed gently blood spilling out in to the ground around him , the medic already working on him. Maimed, bloody and dead bodies littered in startling number the plains around him, under logs, under derbies, under burning articles of clothing and amour slumped over they're enemies as they took them with themselves to the hellish grave............... what is worth this.. what is worth being destroyed why... and what... are you fighting for and about, the pain, the destruction the chaos... it wares on a person, it turns them in to walking emotional zombies, and wrecks of life. The end of it all is what they live for, they fight for they're own reasons, the leader fights... yes... fights... because of his emotional pain and constant torment of his past and battle scarred heart not even caring for him self he fights.
Other nations fight for empire, others for freedom, others fight for political reasons, but none of those matter, the idiots in office always fight for they're own greedy agendas, the men on the battle field really fight for they're country, they're families , themselves and to get away from it all. The people sitting up in there comfortable chairs in offices don't know what real solders have to fight for. Nations like coreworlds fight for freedom, unifed sith fight for empire TFU is some place in between, Chronosia fights for chaos... others fight for they're own blood thirsty genocidal ideals.. its all relative for what they decide for eventually no matter how much you fight or attempt to forge an empire legacy or lasting freedom it will always be lost to history , lost in the timeless scape's of history. And the back room darkness of few memories.
(To be continued..)
The gentle wind swept frosty plain of the planet seruis 4 had day light braking upon it buy an orange ball in the sky, the light shimmered down on the stirring nippy cold winds that had spread through the area. In a large trenched complex dug in to the endless frosty plains sat men and women, of all creed and colors they sat looking down they're rifles where at the ready, the butts on the ground the muzzles in the air, they're black uniforms shimmered in the orange light of the sky as equipment dotted them around the pusdo power armor. he looked up and down, they're expressions that of tired, sorrowing people fighting a seemingly pointless war in a far of land. Several solders leaned back on to the metal walls of the trenches, they griped they're guns like it would be they're saviors. Suddenly from a slightly protruding metallic camouflaged tower a man came out, the solders looked up to him, his brawny uniformed figure bringing a smile to they're glum faces. The leaders face was slightly gloomy but he smiled trying to bring the spirits of his troops up, his dirty white face shimmering gently in the orange beam of lights coming from the sun. he sighed gently walking his ranks up and down, his tall built figure brown eyes and blond hair so typical of a lot of the other solders in this seemingly endless pointless war. He carried no rifle, he had two holsters of revolver like rail guns they jingled off of his utility belt gently as he walked up and down the dirty cold trench. They're entire company had been constantly under attack day in and day out buy they're enemies, shells, plasma bombs, energy ordnance had bombarded the trenches since day one, the only thing protecting them is a force field emitter , and it had failed multiple times under massively heavy fire. They as he was tired of being on the defensive constantly and always, they wanted to bring the fight to the enemy, today was this day, many of these solders saw they're comrades slain in battle and killed instantly and horrifically. The leader turned around and started to speak in a deep voice. His hands down beside him as his face went from a slight smile to a gloomy neutral some what depressive look, his eyes peering in to his fellow men and women's eyes, this leader had left his home after his wife was caught with another man, and his country was called to war, his broken heart was put aside as he fought in battle after battle caring less about him self and more about his men to an extreme. His face and eyes where filled with blankness and lack of love for his former life as he remembered it, now.. it was all about this war and his people, defending them with every ounce of his breath leading them to victory.
“Well men....I don't have to say this... but.. we're going on the offense, I cant say how many losses we will take , I cant say if I or you will come back, all I can say is that if we die we will see our enemies in hell, may god have mercy upon they're souls, and may we be victorious, I know we will but it will be one hell of a fight.” his voice was filled with the lack of luster you would naturally expect from a shell shocked leader who has been at war for many years, his body under constant stress.
He looked around noticing the nods and acknowledgments of his fellow warriors, he gently smiled with another lack luster grin, he drew one of his revolver like rail pistols in a quick swipe, he then moved one of his black gloved hands to a panel opening a door in the force field like barrier. He stepped up his body glamorously shimmering with armor and all in the orange light he grinned gently and looked down to his men he moved his pistol from side to side diagonally to motion them up, suddenly he rushed out followed by a torrent of men and women of all creeds and colors holding rifles with bayonets. They split up doing flanking motions, the leader him self sighed memories coming back, painful memories as he rushed dead on, by this time enemy spotters had seen them, suddenly plasma shells and rail shells started to rain down upon them, explosions echoed and BOOMED! Around them crating smoking craters with charred pieces around them. Solders where thrown out by the explosions they're bodies flinging across the field as smoke absorbed them, bloody bits of arms and legs flung around as the company picked up speed the lead him self starting to point his weapon yelling out in a passionate battle cry “CHARGE!!” suddenly the company let all hell brake lose, automatic rail gun fire echoed in the otherwise once quiet plains, the frost starting to nip at the solders as one after the other where mowed down and wounded, flames shot out of incendiary shells engulfing solders burning they're skin, they screamed out in pain as they're bodies fell to the ground burning from the plasma, explosions still flung bodies and limbs around. Solders threw grenades swiping them off they're utility belts and throwing them, taking out emplacement after emplacement, bolts of rail gun fire priced the enemy formations as they started to charge as well, massive number of bodies on both sides began falling, burnt, wounded and missing limbs, they screamed out for medics in banshee like cries for help. The leader him self was hit two times by fire he limped across the field now drawing his other fire arm, he shot again and again along with his fellow brothers he limped nearly falling to the ground, tears welled up in his frost nipped face falling as he gently began sobbing shooting both his guns, flashing back to traumatic experiences in his life , he cried out louder to charge as they're fire decimated enemy ranks, they're own solders falling as well, troops crawled on all fours over they're brothers bodies , they proned in to a laid down position as they shot they're rifles again and again, the noise reverberating through they're ears . The leader him self saw solders shell shocked and crying curling up behind rocks as they saw they're brothers maimed killed and burned, he looked around wounded and bleeding severally from his wounds, he fought with every thing he had, even resorting to hand to hand combat throwing enemies off of him as he suffered a stab wound, he did not care about him self he flung his hands in to the faces of the reptilian enemies, punching them and kicking them then shooting them emptying his clips in them, he reloaded quickly fending off hand to hand attacks.
The company was now engaged in a malee ranged battle, laser fire and rail fire profusely fired from the company was solders fought with they're bayonets stabbing and being stabbed , bleeding and being maimed by cutting swords, medics rushed out towards they're injured comrades pulling them on they're backs and running towards the trenches, themselves some ties being blown away by huge shells.... over an hour later..... a storm brewed over the smoky battle field, it blew away all the smoke as it started to pour down rain. Massive causalities on both sides , hundreds of bodies lay burned maimed dead, many other solders lay crying leaning on rocks trees or laying on the ground sobbing they're eyes out and bleeding, the leader him self gently sobbing and picking him self up looking around at the healthy if you can call them that brothers, he sighed as one of his surviving medics rushed over to him, he shooks his head as blood dripped of of his soaked body he shivered wildly he was losing blood crying and the cold was already getting to him he collapsed on the frosty ground as icy rain pelted the surrounding battle field, his fellow officers rushing towards him as his teary eyes closed and he blacked out .
His mind it was filled with constant pain, and suffering he was trapped in his own hell, his hands griped the cold ground ferociously, as his body convulsed gently blood spilling out in to the ground around him , the medic already working on him. Maimed, bloody and dead bodies littered in startling number the plains around him, under logs, under derbies, under burning articles of clothing and amour slumped over they're enemies as they took them with themselves to the hellish grave............... what is worth this.. what is worth being destroyed why... and what... are you fighting for and about, the pain, the destruction the chaos... it wares on a person, it turns them in to walking emotional zombies, and wrecks of life. The end of it all is what they live for, they fight for they're own reasons, the leader fights... yes... fights... because of his emotional pain and constant torment of his past and battle scarred heart not even caring for him self he fights.
Other nations fight for empire, others for freedom, others fight for political reasons, but none of those matter, the idiots in office always fight for they're own greedy agendas, the men on the battle field really fight for they're country, they're families , themselves and to get away from it all. The people sitting up in there comfortable chairs in offices don't know what real solders have to fight for. Nations like coreworlds fight for freedom, unifed sith fight for empire TFU is some place in between, Chronosia fights for chaos... others fight for they're own blood thirsty genocidal ideals.. its all relative for what they decide for eventually no matter how much you fight or attempt to forge an empire legacy or lasting freedom it will always be lost to history , lost in the timeless scape's of history. And the back room darkness of few memories.
(To be continued..)