Atoragon
12-03-2008, 09:39 PM
Well, after months of deep pondering, I have come to the conclusion that "Chronicles of the Empire: Operation Final War" was just too impossible to be relevant. I had built up the ESUN to such a point, there was no way that the story line would be legitiment. So, therefore, it's now dead. I see this new second installment to be much more believable and more interesting. So, I now present Chronicles of the Empire: An End to All Things
“15 years... 15 years of suffering through this indomitable hell of involuntary warmongering... 15 years of being forced to pursue a mission that I now believe has no end... 15 years has been long enough...”
Prologue
April 02, 2024
Fleet Admiral Akmola sat on a rock, staring blankly out at the pristine blue that was Lake Tahoe. How in hell his Angels had convinced him to come along on their “Inauguration Anniversary Picnic” he had yet to figure out. His mind was so cluttered with thoughts of the past that he didn't even think about what was coming from his mouth when he said something to the effect of “Sure”.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Huh? Wha? I didn't do it,” Akmola spluttered out, startled by Milfeulle's interruption.
“Umm... Are you okay, sir?”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... It's just... I've had a lot on my mind recently...”
“Well, if something's bothering you, you can't just keep it locked up... It could drive you insane, if it hasn't already...” The Fleet Admiral let off an audible sigh.
“Alright... A bit of a history lesson on the Empire. Earth date, 25th of March, 2009, the ESUN commissioned its first interstellar-capable war vessel, INS Gotengo (CR-01). One week later, 2nd of April, 2009, 15 years ago today, Gotengo made its maiden voyage, during which it engaged with the Transbaal vessel, Elle Ciel. All of this is in the history books, and I'm assured you remember those events quite well. During the week between the Gotengo's comissioning and its maiden voyage, something happened, something a very few people know full details about. A thing I held very close and dear was ripped away from me. I was informed that I could have it back if I performed a mission for the person who ripped it away from me. For the last 15 years, I have been on this mission... A mission I now believe has no end...”
Milfeulle sat there shocked, a bit taken aback. “Obviously you've tried to just take it back, haven't you?”
“I wish I could... But if they think I'm trying to cheat the system by searching without completing the mission, it'll be constituted as a mission failure and that means that the target will be terminated.”
“But... Are you really just going to sit here?”
“This issue doesn't concern you, Lt. Cmdr. Sakuraba, and therefore, there is no reason for you to know that. I feel I've told you too much already.”
“So you're just gonna sit here then, huh? Who ever said that their way to end the mission was the onlyway to end the mission?” this seemingly simple comment had a profound effect on the Fleet Admiral as he looked up from his hands at the lake.
“I think you have a point, Commander. I don't think that the assignor of this mission has the guts to terminate the target, seeing as I am well known for my rage. As soon as you Angels are done here, we're all going to go have some real fun.”
12 Hours Later, Subterranean Dock, Irkutsk
The personnel on the bridge of the Gotengowatched awkwardly as Gryphus swore into a bluetooth ear piece. Cmdr. Sakuraba had filled in most of the crew, but they still were completely lost with the Fleet Admiral's semi-incoherent speech.
“Look, I don't give a damn if they don't want to be disturbed, this is a ******* Fleet Admiral speaking to them! Tell your “master” that they are to make a decision on if they will end this ******* mission now or not. If I do not here an answer I want in 5 ****ing minutes, I'll be taking matters into my own hands.”
The Fleet Admiral cut off the transmission and tossed the ear piece aside. Deep down, he knew the mission wouldn't end in the way he preferred, but he would do what he had to do to claim what was rightfully his.
“How's the resupply mission going?” he demanded.
“Reports are ground crew just finished.”
“Good. Begin reactor warm-up procedures. Have MC1 Oniyama report to Briefing Room 22A.”
“15 years... 15 years of suffering through this indomitable hell of involuntary warmongering... 15 years of being forced to pursue a mission that I now believe has no end... 15 years has been long enough...”
Prologue
April 02, 2024
Fleet Admiral Akmola sat on a rock, staring blankly out at the pristine blue that was Lake Tahoe. How in hell his Angels had convinced him to come along on their “Inauguration Anniversary Picnic” he had yet to figure out. His mind was so cluttered with thoughts of the past that he didn't even think about what was coming from his mouth when he said something to the effect of “Sure”.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Huh? Wha? I didn't do it,” Akmola spluttered out, startled by Milfeulle's interruption.
“Umm... Are you okay, sir?”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... It's just... I've had a lot on my mind recently...”
“Well, if something's bothering you, you can't just keep it locked up... It could drive you insane, if it hasn't already...” The Fleet Admiral let off an audible sigh.
“Alright... A bit of a history lesson on the Empire. Earth date, 25th of March, 2009, the ESUN commissioned its first interstellar-capable war vessel, INS Gotengo (CR-01). One week later, 2nd of April, 2009, 15 years ago today, Gotengo made its maiden voyage, during which it engaged with the Transbaal vessel, Elle Ciel. All of this is in the history books, and I'm assured you remember those events quite well. During the week between the Gotengo's comissioning and its maiden voyage, something happened, something a very few people know full details about. A thing I held very close and dear was ripped away from me. I was informed that I could have it back if I performed a mission for the person who ripped it away from me. For the last 15 years, I have been on this mission... A mission I now believe has no end...”
Milfeulle sat there shocked, a bit taken aback. “Obviously you've tried to just take it back, haven't you?”
“I wish I could... But if they think I'm trying to cheat the system by searching without completing the mission, it'll be constituted as a mission failure and that means that the target will be terminated.”
“But... Are you really just going to sit here?”
“This issue doesn't concern you, Lt. Cmdr. Sakuraba, and therefore, there is no reason for you to know that. I feel I've told you too much already.”
“So you're just gonna sit here then, huh? Who ever said that their way to end the mission was the onlyway to end the mission?” this seemingly simple comment had a profound effect on the Fleet Admiral as he looked up from his hands at the lake.
“I think you have a point, Commander. I don't think that the assignor of this mission has the guts to terminate the target, seeing as I am well known for my rage. As soon as you Angels are done here, we're all going to go have some real fun.”
12 Hours Later, Subterranean Dock, Irkutsk
The personnel on the bridge of the Gotengowatched awkwardly as Gryphus swore into a bluetooth ear piece. Cmdr. Sakuraba had filled in most of the crew, but they still were completely lost with the Fleet Admiral's semi-incoherent speech.
“Look, I don't give a damn if they don't want to be disturbed, this is a ******* Fleet Admiral speaking to them! Tell your “master” that they are to make a decision on if they will end this ******* mission now or not. If I do not here an answer I want in 5 ****ing minutes, I'll be taking matters into my own hands.”
The Fleet Admiral cut off the transmission and tossed the ear piece aside. Deep down, he knew the mission wouldn't end in the way he preferred, but he would do what he had to do to claim what was rightfully his.
“How's the resupply mission going?” he demanded.
“Reports are ground crew just finished.”
“Good. Begin reactor warm-up procedures. Have MC1 Oniyama report to Briefing Room 22A.”