A Step into Darkness

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A Step into Darkness; Chapter One
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-The Raging Zephyr-	Oct 25 2008, 09:12 PM Post #1
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	It was about eight-hundred years ago that the incident first occurred. Considering the Earth's history, it was a shock to see that the world had begun to recuperate after the fatal blows that had been struck upon it during the barbaric times of the 21st Century. Economies fluctuated between near-deaths, foreign wars were constantly being waged at a rate of every sneeze, and slowly the planet decayed from the teeming tumors scurrying upon its fragile face. People naively took their lives for granted, graciously accepting that which was formed from the finite resources of their planet. There were some more mindful groups of men. Amongst them, there were some God-loving goers speaking about end times and the final calling. I suppose that when Armageddon hit sometime mid-century, they felt a bit better about themselves. The war that arose from that incident left few survivors to speak of, with the most casualties stricken from the mortally injured Earth that was fought upon. In its death throes, the world left a few scattered factions to fend for themselves among the wreckage. Now more mindful of their plight and the malady that had consumed their world, the fleeting remnants of mankind rebuilt their technologies, now to raise a planet whose resources would remain abundant. In the many years that passed, the world become young again. Lush and vibrant with colours once more, people strived towards a future for themselves. Born and raised to discover ways to keep the world alive, man kept themselves moving one step forward at a time. As the 22nd century rolled over, the decades ahead were foreshadowed by the transition into government. As the first Republic of Gaea was founded, factions already arose within the populace. Having given up everyone's equal word in place of entrusting the matters of all into the hands of few, mankind had already began its next descent into an age of darkness. Wars arose between the people, and the Republic was split into two- the Living Democracy spread its propaganda amongst its followers, and soon the world had been divided in views and powers as it had been three centuries ago. Soon, weapons of warfare were being produced in mass scale. Armies were formed to combat against the opposing nations, ravaging the land once more. Stalemates were drawn between the two factions until they signed a non-aggression pact. With the treaty in place, the nations gave their most talented scientists and started work on the Cygnus Orbital Station, designed to let the nations coexist in one place, studying technologies together where neither held steadfast dominion. So it was that the nations were left to their own, the only connecting tether being the celestial body above their heads. This did not, of course, prevent rebels from rising against either side. So, with their pact in place, the nations had to find a new way to deal with the sudden insurgencies. They called upon private groups to form paramilitary forces across the globe. Soon, with private forces such as the Dawn of Deus, the storm was culled and left the world to brood within its eye. But, the peace would eventually be broken as the hurricane struck in one last, violent throe. All contact was lost with the Cygnus satellite. With tensions rising between factions, there was only one solution to the issue- Enlist the greatest of mercenary soldiers across the world to ensure the safety of the "peace station" and recover whatever data was leftover before contact was broken. There was really no reason for a mission of this scale for a simple disruption in transmission, but few gave it a second thought... The year: 2202 AD. Most soldiers came with what they had for equipment, though for those seeking conformity various arms were distributed amongst the men. MA2202 .45 cal rifles with armour piercing bullets, so powerful that it lacks an automatic firing function. Wulfram .45 caliber pistols, semi-automatic and complete with laser scope. And, rounding off the list, the Aegis Mk2 combat armour, offering integration between user, armour, and weapon. The soldiers number almost 50 in total, spanning from across the world. Four C-class Dropships, armed with zero-propulsion mass drivers and Lancer missile pods. The Cygnus station, resembling a wheel rotating around a massive axle. Four huge spokes converge upon the central tower, stretching the complex a few miles in total length. So it was that their quest began.



-The Raging Zephyr-	Oct 25 2008, 10:13 PM Post #2
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	Chapter One - Dawn's Rose Fingers "Hey! Hey, you! Wake up!" An elbow found itself lodged between Jakob's rib cage. As his eyes shot open, he grimaced grimly into the visage of the terminally cheerful man beside him. "Hey, there's some life in you after all!" the wide mouth before him shouted into his face. The man to which the voice belonged looked rather youthful for his age, the glistening eyes and cheerfully taut face being no match for wrinkles and greying hair. Even his jet black hair was spiked upwards, defiant of all laws. Jakob wasn't as lively. In seven years of service, he hadn't found anything to distract him from the daily grind. He stared back with black pupils into the gleeful grin in front of him. "Oh, come on," the smile spoke back, "Being a tough little soldier boy, huh? Your suit's so thin, anyways. What's up with that?" The blank stare responded flatly. "I need mobility more than I need a bullet in the head." "Eh..." The grin wavered a little as the lips attempted to form words. "Well, you got yourself a name, right?" "Jakob," the emotionless reply came. "Jake, eh? Got yourself an epithet?" Jakob dimly spoke into the air, "A what?" "A title. You know, like Alexander the Great?" "Silencer." The smile widened as the older soldier began to chuckle to himself. "Silencer, eh? Big name for someone so young. Oh, but where's my manners? I should be introducing myself to you now, right?" Struggling to untangle himself from limbs and weapons within the tight cabin, the soldier finally outstretched a gloved hand towards Jakob. "Name's Clyde." Staring dumbfounded at the hand in front of him, Jakob decided to look back at the man's face. With a bit of bewilderment showing in his face, Clyde brought his are back beside himself. "Also, the lovely woman beside me is my wife Bonnie." "Hello dear," a cheerful voice resounded from behind Clyde's body. "Hey, how long have we been married, again?" "About ten years, honey." "Ah, yes, ten years..." Clyde's eyes brightened as he reminisced of days gone by. He shook himself out of his trance before returning to conversation. "Yep, Bonnie and Clyde, expert sharpshooters from the Black Star Outlaws. And, if you direct your attention to the man with the eyepatch in front of you, that'd be Lieutenant-Commander Ducas Amentis." "Watch your mouth," muttered from the thick lips of the scarred gentleman. Bits of white flesh streaked upon his face from bullet grazings and other unmentioned wounds from the days of yore. "Ah, but every Outlaw knows Ducas the Fool," Clyde gaily bantered on, "Lowest ranked member ever inducted into the Greater Arcana. His reputation spans time as much as his scars have. But anyways," Clyde carefully changed the subject as he watched the enmity grow in Amentis' face, "I heard that one of those Deus guys is with us on one of the ships. I wonder who?" He had to crouch under the ceiling as he rose from his seat, but Amentis eventually made his way towards the end of the cabin. After stumbling over the last leg in his way, he rose up under the heightened roof and erected himself straight. With a resonating voice, he began to address the men within, "Gentlemen. Quiet yourselves. Now, gentlemen...no, we're not at the station yet...within the next ten minutes, we will be landing this bird inside our destination point. From there, we will be inserted into the space station and meet up with the rest of your fellow comrades. I will demand your utmost attention to prevent any accidents. For those of you without weaponry, above you inside the compartments are various armaments to choose from. I know you all aren't from the same companies, so you may not have the same arms as your fellow soldier...yes, I realize how that statement may be humorous, but this isn't the time for that...I do demand that you work together with those around you as a functioning squad. "Now, depending on circumstances, this may be a life or death struggle. I'm sure you have all trained to deal with that sort of threat every day, but I would like to impose upon you that you be the perfect soldiers here as you are elsewhere. When we arrive at the insertion point, you will all receive a full briefing of the mission and objectives at hand. Now, for your sake and for mine, may God help us all."



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