Dweladelfia prime
13-05-2007, 04:29
The water ripples as a small fish breaks the water. Its dorsal fin sinks back under the water as the fish dives down. The warm muggy tropical climate supports a number of animal life forms from fish, to reptiles and even some mammals. The water on the lake was a perfect environment for an abundance of wildlife. But none could be seen. Why? Why were there no lifeforms to be seen? Off in the distance can be heard a growing rumble. What in nature makes this noise? Nothing, nothing that is of nature can make such a God forsaken noise.
The water in the lake began to shake as a large hover tank passed over it. The Crew of the tank sat pridefully on top of the tank. They looked down at the water as they passed over it. The symbol of the Death’s Hand on there uniforms and on the tank showed that they were apart of the Elite group of the “Death’s Hand” A section of the Imperium military. Fish scatters and birds fled as the tank passed over the lake. They soon passed into a forest. All manner of wildlife fled from the might of the Death’s Hand. This tank was not the last to pass over the lake and through the forest. A whole Legions worth of tanks took this route. They were all heading to the same place. A city. But not just any city. This city was special. It had a tactical and startigic value to the Death’s Hand. Here in this city, intelligence has reported that the ruler of the planet “Agguyc Duodecimus” was hiding. Agguyc Duodecimus was a planet in the neighboring system to the Dweladelfian System.
Prince Kyle Avondale, Heir to the Throne of the Imperium had been charged with taking over this system. He had his intelligence find this resistor and then send his troops to find him. He wanted this man to sign his surrender. In exchange for being the Governor of this planet. Instead the man fled hoping to mount a resistance. Nobody resists the Death’s Hand. As he will soon find out.
The Citizens of the city of “Milton” on Agguyc Duodecimus welcomed the tanks with great glee. They were not very fond of there old ruler. He was a tyrannical, abussive ruler. He had 30 wives, who he forced to marry him; he also reportedly had taken several young girls for his pleasure at one time. This all came to backstab him. None of these people would fight for him. Infact they were making great efforts to find him themselves and hand them over to the Deaths hand. Tanks hovered down the streets securing the city. Some citizens threw flower peddles down at there liberators. This was some of the first good happenings that the people of this planet have had in a long time. With there new rulers came new hope. They would do anything to please there messiahs.
In a small plaza in the middle of the city, a group of “Wraiths” Death Hand Special Forces landed. The were clad in black uniforms that fit snug on there body. They carried. Light Repeating Phaser rifles. The captain of the unit briefed his troops on there objectives. “Our objective today is to take captive the ex-ruler of this planet. He barricaded himself into a building on the west side of town.” He points at the position the building is on the map of the city. He then directs there attention to a map of the building. “We will split into two teams. Lt. Hughes will take 5 men up the east stairwell. I will take 5 men up the west. We will meet in the hall that connects to the room our objective is believed to be in. Everyone understand?” Heads nodded round the group. “Good, lets move!”
The Wraiths moved to there positions. The first group at the base of the east stairwell and the second at the base of the west. They wait for the order to move up. Cool and calm the wraiths waited. These men were the elite of the elite. They were trained for any mission under the sun. This would be just another mission for Wraith Team 2. Soon the order came over the comm. “All groups move in!” The Wraiths advanced up the stairs. There objective was on the 3rd floor. They remained undetected. The second group on the west stairwell continued there advance up. When they reached the 2nd flight a armed guard on patrol walked out the door. A Wraith quickly dispatched him with a silenced round. They did not want to be detected. Not this early I the mission. Soon both teams were on the third floor. They entered the hallway. A few guards stood at the door to the objective room. A grenade was thrown at them. 3…2…1… *BOOM*. Both guards were killed by the blast and the door was blown open. The Wraiths quickly moved in laser sights scanned the room. Huddling over in a corner was the cowardly leader. He shivered as the black clad Wraiths approached him. They quickly threw him on his back and cuffed him. They radioed back to the command. “We have the objective in custody.” “Affirmative, transport him immediately to the Command ship. “
The Wraiths with there objective in hand quickly exited the building. Outside they were met with a huge crowd of citizens. They all yelled and screamed curses at there ex-leader. They mocked him as he was loaded onto the shuttle and take to the command ship. Then the people of the city they praised there liberators for liberating them from there evil oppressor. Children gave the solider flowers, Old men gave them there congratulations and a pat on the back, and young girls flirted with the men, much too there dismay. A great parade and feast was held in honor of the Dweladelfia Soldiers. Everyone was happy, the people rejoiced. They were now a part of the Imperium.
One such family native to Agguyc Duodecimus, were the Yellowstone’s. They like many of there fellow citizens celebrated there liberation. They were a small middle class family of 4. Mr. and Mrs. Yellowstone, and there two children, Ally and David. 15 and 10 respectively. There daughter Ally spent the celebration with a few of there friends. They talked with the solider and other people. They feasted, danced, laughed and enjoyed life, like they never had before. There old life of being under the oppressive old regime seemed so far away. They were happy, and they were free.
The water in the lake began to shake as a large hover tank passed over it. The Crew of the tank sat pridefully on top of the tank. They looked down at the water as they passed over it. The symbol of the Death’s Hand on there uniforms and on the tank showed that they were apart of the Elite group of the “Death’s Hand” A section of the Imperium military. Fish scatters and birds fled as the tank passed over the lake. They soon passed into a forest. All manner of wildlife fled from the might of the Death’s Hand. This tank was not the last to pass over the lake and through the forest. A whole Legions worth of tanks took this route. They were all heading to the same place. A city. But not just any city. This city was special. It had a tactical and startigic value to the Death’s Hand. Here in this city, intelligence has reported that the ruler of the planet “Agguyc Duodecimus” was hiding. Agguyc Duodecimus was a planet in the neighboring system to the Dweladelfian System.
Prince Kyle Avondale, Heir to the Throne of the Imperium had been charged with taking over this system. He had his intelligence find this resistor and then send his troops to find him. He wanted this man to sign his surrender. In exchange for being the Governor of this planet. Instead the man fled hoping to mount a resistance. Nobody resists the Death’s Hand. As he will soon find out.
The Citizens of the city of “Milton” on Agguyc Duodecimus welcomed the tanks with great glee. They were not very fond of there old ruler. He was a tyrannical, abussive ruler. He had 30 wives, who he forced to marry him; he also reportedly had taken several young girls for his pleasure at one time. This all came to backstab him. None of these people would fight for him. Infact they were making great efforts to find him themselves and hand them over to the Deaths hand. Tanks hovered down the streets securing the city. Some citizens threw flower peddles down at there liberators. This was some of the first good happenings that the people of this planet have had in a long time. With there new rulers came new hope. They would do anything to please there messiahs.
In a small plaza in the middle of the city, a group of “Wraiths” Death Hand Special Forces landed. The were clad in black uniforms that fit snug on there body. They carried. Light Repeating Phaser rifles. The captain of the unit briefed his troops on there objectives. “Our objective today is to take captive the ex-ruler of this planet. He barricaded himself into a building on the west side of town.” He points at the position the building is on the map of the city. He then directs there attention to a map of the building. “We will split into two teams. Lt. Hughes will take 5 men up the east stairwell. I will take 5 men up the west. We will meet in the hall that connects to the room our objective is believed to be in. Everyone understand?” Heads nodded round the group. “Good, lets move!”
The Wraiths moved to there positions. The first group at the base of the east stairwell and the second at the base of the west. They wait for the order to move up. Cool and calm the wraiths waited. These men were the elite of the elite. They were trained for any mission under the sun. This would be just another mission for Wraith Team 2. Soon the order came over the comm. “All groups move in!” The Wraiths advanced up the stairs. There objective was on the 3rd floor. They remained undetected. The second group on the west stairwell continued there advance up. When they reached the 2nd flight a armed guard on patrol walked out the door. A Wraith quickly dispatched him with a silenced round. They did not want to be detected. Not this early I the mission. Soon both teams were on the third floor. They entered the hallway. A few guards stood at the door to the objective room. A grenade was thrown at them. 3…2…1… *BOOM*. Both guards were killed by the blast and the door was blown open. The Wraiths quickly moved in laser sights scanned the room. Huddling over in a corner was the cowardly leader. He shivered as the black clad Wraiths approached him. They quickly threw him on his back and cuffed him. They radioed back to the command. “We have the objective in custody.” “Affirmative, transport him immediately to the Command ship. “
The Wraiths with there objective in hand quickly exited the building. Outside they were met with a huge crowd of citizens. They all yelled and screamed curses at there ex-leader. They mocked him as he was loaded onto the shuttle and take to the command ship. Then the people of the city they praised there liberators for liberating them from there evil oppressor. Children gave the solider flowers, Old men gave them there congratulations and a pat on the back, and young girls flirted with the men, much too there dismay. A great parade and feast was held in honor of the Dweladelfia Soldiers. Everyone was happy, the people rejoiced. They were now a part of the Imperium.
One such family native to Agguyc Duodecimus, were the Yellowstone’s. They like many of there fellow citizens celebrated there liberation. They were a small middle class family of 4. Mr. and Mrs. Yellowstone, and there two children, Ally and David. 15 and 10 respectively. There daughter Ally spent the celebration with a few of there friends. They talked with the solider and other people. They feasted, danced, laughed and enjoyed life, like they never had before. There old life of being under the oppressive old regime seemed so far away. They were happy, and they were free.