In the deep corners of space, there are planets that have never been inhabited by man or beast. Only one of them was inhabited by homo sapiens, or humans. The others could not adequately sustain human life. That single planted was believed to be the home to hundred of thousands if not millions of human beings. Most of them in the galactic military force.
Since the humans had gotten wind of the uninhabited planets tucked safely away, they had been trying to take more land for humans to flourish and grow so they wouldn't be confined to a single planet. Years went by and the humans were no closer to acquiring new planets to settle on, the natives being openly hostile to them every time they came within a hundred foot radius of the planet. The humans population kept declining until they're numbers barely reached a thousand, barely a tenth of what they were before.
Since the human race was declining, a new law was put into action. All males and females who's age ranged from thirteen to fifty were required to enlist in the military, the only ones being excused were the sickly and the weak. If you refused to fight, you were put into a pod and launched into space to fend for yourself on a remote planet. Most didn't survive long enough to make it to another planet. They died from starvation, or a faulty pod.
A ship sailed through the vast emptiness of space in search of a place that seemed to not be there, hidden for whatever reason. The ship was an average assault and landing ship equipped with four thrusters and a fully operational hangar for small planes and military vehicles. The inside of the ship held about seventy passengers, fifty of whom were military personal, the rest being the ship's crew of twenty. The ships destination was one of the more hostile empires, one of whom held their peace troops hostage.
"All military personnel report to the hangar for briefing, we have located Aaron. I repeat, All military personnel report to the hangar for briefing, we have located Aaron." A cold mechanical voice rang over the intercom in the ship, summoning all military personnel. Though all females and males ages thirteen and up were required to join the military, the ship only held three females of different ranks. One of the three females was a mere private, the other was a highly respected corporal, and the third was a first sergeant.
Once everybody had reported to the hangar, a man climbed a small platform at the front of the room. The man, Captain Hughs as his name tag proclaimed, told them that they were there for a rescue mission. They were authorized to only collect members of the UNJ, United Nations of Juniver, and under no circumstance were they to bring any other beings back. All the soldiers stood straight and listened intently, except for a girl in the far back leaning against the wall who glared at the Captain with defiance. Her nameplate only read Monroe, no first name. The girl raised her voice above the murmurings of the crowd to ask a single question, one that had them all reeling.
"If we are authorized to only collect members of UNJ, then what are we supposed to do if there are other innocent prisoners there?" Her question came out confident, if a little cocky as she made her way towards the front of the platoon. A metal on metal creaking came from her right leg with every step, suggesting that she no longer had a flesh and bone leg. "I mean, there could be other humans there, humans that would be valuable to the cause." Monroe argued, earning her a vicious glare from the captain.
"Under no circumstance, are you to bring any other personal back except ones from UNJ. Are we clear, First Sergeant?" The Captain gave Monroe such a fierce glare that she had no choice but to back down, to do otherwise would cost her her life.
"Loud." Replying without emotion, Monroe turned on her heel and pushed through the hangar doors to the rest of the ship. She didn't plan on obeying the captain, not one bit. If she so much as glimpsed another human being, she was going to get them out of there even if it ended up killing her.
Hours later, they had reached the hostile Empire of Aaron. As quietly as a sleeping baby, they parachuted out of the carrier and into the skies of Aaron. They had timed their jump so they dropped right over where Aaronieans kept their prisoners, so they wouldn't be seen from the security towers placed at the northeast and southwest ends of the compound. The soldiers in the squad were equipped with laser guns and sniper rifles, silencers on the muzzles of the snipers. Monroe was equipped with both a sniper rifle strapped across her back and two laser guns in holsters on her sides. She also had a couple of knives strapped to her thighs in case she was disarmed.
Landing on the roof without a sound, Monroe held her hand up in the "hold" signal. She checked to make sure they had not been discovered. No alarms sounded, no dogs barking, no helicopters running, and no guns being fired. They were in the clear. Waving her hand forward, Monroe approached the only door on the roof. "Let's go." She smiled, kicking the rusty door open with a slight bang.
((The ship for refrence))
((Also, here is the original post just in case.))
Since the humans had gotten wind of the uninhabited planets tucked safely away, they had been trying to take more land for humans to flourish and grow so they wouldn't be confined to a single planet. Years went by and the humans were no closer to acquiring new planets to settle on, the natives being openly hostile to them every time they came within a hundred foot radius of the planet. The humans population kept declining until they're numbers barely reached a thousand, barely a tenth of what they were before.
Since the human race was declining, a new law was put into action. All males and females who's age ranged from thirteen to fifty were required to enlist in the military, the only ones being excused were the sickly and the weak. If you refused to fight, you were put into a pod and launched into space to fend for yourself on a remote planet. Most didn't survive long enough to make it to another planet. They died from starvation, or a faulty pod.
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A ship sailed through the vast emptiness of space in search of a place that seemed to not be there, hidden for whatever reason. The ship was an average assault and landing ship equipped with four thrusters and a fully operational hangar for small planes and military vehicles. The inside of the ship held about seventy passengers, fifty of whom were military personal, the rest being the ship's crew of twenty. The ships destination was one of the more hostile empires, one of whom held their peace troops hostage.
"All military personnel report to the hangar for briefing, we have located Aaron. I repeat, All military personnel report to the hangar for briefing, we have located Aaron." A cold mechanical voice rang over the intercom in the ship, summoning all military personnel. Though all females and males ages thirteen and up were required to join the military, the ship only held three females of different ranks. One of the three females was a mere private, the other was a highly respected corporal, and the third was a first sergeant.
Once everybody had reported to the hangar, a man climbed a small platform at the front of the room. The man, Captain Hughs as his name tag proclaimed, told them that they were there for a rescue mission. They were authorized to only collect members of the UNJ, United Nations of Juniver, and under no circumstance were they to bring any other beings back. All the soldiers stood straight and listened intently, except for a girl in the far back leaning against the wall who glared at the Captain with defiance. Her nameplate only read Monroe, no first name. The girl raised her voice above the murmurings of the crowd to ask a single question, one that had them all reeling.
"If we are authorized to only collect members of UNJ, then what are we supposed to do if there are other innocent prisoners there?" Her question came out confident, if a little cocky as she made her way towards the front of the platoon. A metal on metal creaking came from her right leg with every step, suggesting that she no longer had a flesh and bone leg. "I mean, there could be other humans there, humans that would be valuable to the cause." Monroe argued, earning her a vicious glare from the captain.
"Under no circumstance, are you to bring any other personal back except ones from UNJ. Are we clear, First Sergeant?" The Captain gave Monroe such a fierce glare that she had no choice but to back down, to do otherwise would cost her her life.
"Loud." Replying without emotion, Monroe turned on her heel and pushed through the hangar doors to the rest of the ship. She didn't plan on obeying the captain, not one bit. If she so much as glimpsed another human being, she was going to get them out of there even if it ended up killing her.
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Hours later, they had reached the hostile Empire of Aaron. As quietly as a sleeping baby, they parachuted out of the carrier and into the skies of Aaron. They had timed their jump so they dropped right over where Aaronieans kept their prisoners, so they wouldn't be seen from the security towers placed at the northeast and southwest ends of the compound. The soldiers in the squad were equipped with laser guns and sniper rifles, silencers on the muzzles of the snipers. Monroe was equipped with both a sniper rifle strapped across her back and two laser guns in holsters on her sides. She also had a couple of knives strapped to her thighs in case she was disarmed.
Landing on the roof without a sound, Monroe held her hand up in the "hold" signal. She checked to make sure they had not been discovered. No alarms sounded, no dogs barking, no helicopters running, and no guns being fired. They were in the clear. Waving her hand forward, Monroe approached the only door on the roof. "Let's go." She smiled, kicking the rusty door open with a slight bang.
((The ship for refrence))
((Also, here is the original post just in case.))
Silence across the whole of the compound. Stars shone glittering with the vastness of the Universe above, the blackness of night combated only by the flickering, pale orange lights dotted about the compound. Visibility was largely restricted to those scattered halos.
It seemed thoroughly impossible that any of the Aaroniean guards could have noticed them. They were not known for night vision, and no light had shown upon them during or following their descent. It was questionable whether or not they might have technology sensitive enough to detect their presence remotely, but surely in this old, dilapidated facility there would be no such advancement. If the technology existed, it would surely be within more highly ranked locations.
No, there was no way they could have been spotted, unless the Aaronieans had some serious tricks up their metaphorical sleeves.
To the landing party's dismay however, the very moment Monroe kicked open the rusty door all hell broke loose.
Immediately the wailing alarm pierced the late night silence. The mechanical sounds of great floodlights and spotlights echoed through the compound as their blinding white lights slammed into existence and began searching for the disturbance.
Now there were dogs barking, and it sounded like one of the perimeter guard choppers was incoming from the opposite end of the compound. Such a shame that the mission would go to hell so soon!
But no lights shone down on the landing party. No Aaroniean guards came trotting in their direction, even the dogs - bred with giant mole-beasts to greatly enhance their tracking skills - weren't moving toward them. In fact, they were moving away.
From the party's view on the roof, it would only be a short moment of confusion - though it may have seemed like a lifetime, depending on how the soldiers handled these sorts of things individually - before it became apparent that they had not been the ones to trigger the alarm.
They had a good view of the show - the spotlights had converged on a single spot moving across the main courtyard. It was a half-breed boy with the ears and tail of a fox [I'll leave it up to you whether or not humans know what half-breeds are.] and bright orange hair. He couldn't have been more than seventeen or so, and he was absolutely booking it. An escape attempt.
But the way he ran, weaving in wide curves through the courtyard, was not indicative of the typical escapee, which would have surely been a more direct path - unless he was avoiding something. Perhaps he was trying fruitlessly to evade the spotlights.
But then, he was also holding a rifle. (An older model, firing combustion-based munitions in short bursts and making a whole lot of noise) This would not have been strange if he was using it as a rifle should be used, but one would think that he didn't even know what the thing was. He was firing it into the air, pointlessly wasting ammunition like a fool.
Of course, there was no helping him now. The whole of the compound's security was now descending upon his location, and within minutes there was likely to be a force that would vastly overwhelm the small infiltration squad - even attempting would be certain suicide.
But he was certainly providing a good distraction, so that was good.
It seemed thoroughly impossible that any of the Aaroniean guards could have noticed them. They were not known for night vision, and no light had shown upon them during or following their descent. It was questionable whether or not they might have technology sensitive enough to detect their presence remotely, but surely in this old, dilapidated facility there would be no such advancement. If the technology existed, it would surely be within more highly ranked locations.
No, there was no way they could have been spotted, unless the Aaronieans had some serious tricks up their metaphorical sleeves.
To the landing party's dismay however, the very moment Monroe kicked open the rusty door all hell broke loose.
Immediately the wailing alarm pierced the late night silence. The mechanical sounds of great floodlights and spotlights echoed through the compound as their blinding white lights slammed into existence and began searching for the disturbance.
Now there were dogs barking, and it sounded like one of the perimeter guard choppers was incoming from the opposite end of the compound. Such a shame that the mission would go to hell so soon!
But no lights shone down on the landing party. No Aaroniean guards came trotting in their direction, even the dogs - bred with giant mole-beasts to greatly enhance their tracking skills - weren't moving toward them. In fact, they were moving away.
From the party's view on the roof, it would only be a short moment of confusion - though it may have seemed like a lifetime, depending on how the soldiers handled these sorts of things individually - before it became apparent that they had not been the ones to trigger the alarm.
They had a good view of the show - the spotlights had converged on a single spot moving across the main courtyard. It was a half-breed boy with the ears and tail of a fox [I'll leave it up to you whether or not humans know what half-breeds are.] and bright orange hair. He couldn't have been more than seventeen or so, and he was absolutely booking it. An escape attempt.
But the way he ran, weaving in wide curves through the courtyard, was not indicative of the typical escapee, which would have surely been a more direct path - unless he was avoiding something. Perhaps he was trying fruitlessly to evade the spotlights.
But then, he was also holding a rifle. (An older model, firing combustion-based munitions in short bursts and making a whole lot of noise) This would not have been strange if he was using it as a rifle should be used, but one would think that he didn't even know what the thing was. He was firing it into the air, pointlessly wasting ammunition like a fool.
Of course, there was no helping him now. The whole of the compound's security was now descending upon his location, and within minutes there was likely to be a force that would vastly overwhelm the small infiltration squad - even attempting would be certain suicide.
But he was certainly providing a good distraction, so that was good.
When the alarms started going off only one thought ran through Monroe's head, get the hell out of there and now. That was, until she saw it wasn't her squad that set the alarm off, but a hybrid boy that was running for his life down on the ground. Now came the quick decisions that either made the Captain praise her, or send her to solitude for a week. And her next decision would surely earn her some alone time.
"Plan continues with minor alterations." Monroe announced without fear of being heard, it's not like they were looking for a squad of soldiers. They were just looking for an idiot boy running around on the ground. "Charlie," She looked one of the other soldier dead in the eye, her gaze unrelenting, "Take the squad and recover our fellow members, I'm going to piss the Captain off some." Monroe smiled, taking out her laser pistol. "If I'm not back at the meeting point in twenty, leave without me." She hooked a cord to a piece of metal sticking out of the building and walked to the end of the roof, taking a second to look at the mess she was in. Without another word Monroe propelled down the side of the building and into the shadows, her adrenaline spiking through the roof.
(Sorry too short, didn't want to assume too much)
"Plan continues with minor alterations." Monroe announced without fear of being heard, it's not like they were looking for a squad of soldiers. They were just looking for an idiot boy running around on the ground. "Charlie," She looked one of the other soldier dead in the eye, her gaze unrelenting, "Take the squad and recover our fellow members, I'm going to piss the Captain off some." Monroe smiled, taking out her laser pistol. "If I'm not back at the meeting point in twenty, leave without me." She hooked a cord to a piece of metal sticking out of the building and walked to the end of the roof, taking a second to look at the mess she was in. Without another word Monroe propelled down the side of the building and into the shadows, her adrenaline spiking through the roof.
(Sorry too short, didn't want to assume too much)
Perhaps things had begun to go downhill.
As Monroe's squad moved through the door on the rooftop to enter the building - it was the primary cell block, one of three in the compound - she would make an easy, quiet landing, draped in shadow within a wide alleyway between that primary cell block and another building.
However it appeared that there was no end to this kid's stupidity, and one might wonder if he was specifically trying to get Monroe and her men caught. From where she had landed, the soldier would be able to see him still - fleeing desperately about the courtyard, firing the rifle into the air - though it seemed now that he was largely directing the fire toward a wall. Was he shouting something? It would be difficult to hear over the alarms and gunfire, though if Monroe was equipped with any sort of aid in that respect she would have little trouble determining what he was shouting.
Not that it would make much sense.
"Charlie Echo Lima Lima Bravo Lima Oscar Charlie Kilo Three!"
And he repeated the nonsense over and over. Five or six times. Was it some kind of code?
It didn't really matter, since apparently the nut had it out for Monroe - rather suddenly she would find him booking around the corner straight toward her - bringing with him the whole of the guard's attention! Any second now a torrent of Aaronian guards and moledogs would come storming behind him, an overwhelming force to Monroe's squad - let alone the soldier by herself!
He made eye contact with Monroe as he approached - strange, dual colored eyes seemed like he was really trying to get a point across - then he pointed behind him in the direction from which he had just come in the courtyard, with the rifle upward in his other hand and shouted "That way!!"
Then he delivered a rather firm and well executed shove to Monroe's chest as he ran by - there would be no stopping it, he would somehow manage to circumvent any evasive maneuvers she might make to see to it that the push happened - effectively launching the girl through the window that was immediately behind her. (Since most windows were basic forcefields rather than glass, and most of the forcefields were down in disrepair, it was essentially a gaping hole in the side of the primary cell block.)
Then he kept running - and sure enough, only seconds later came following a great flood of Aaronian guards and their moledogs...all running right by the window inward of which Monroe had just been so violently shoved through.
The strange code - "Charlie Echo Lima Lima Bravo Lima Oscar Charlie Kilo Three!" could be faintly heard once more from the kid as he disappeared around the other side of the building, bringing the whole of the compound's security with him.
But the strangeness wasn't over yet - shortly following, a series of great POPping sounds would echo throughout the compound.
If and when Monroe returned to the alley in which she had originally landed, it would become immediately clear that a series of spotlights had been systematically blown...leaving a clear path of shadow along the farthermost wall of the courtyard. Stranger still, at the opposite end, where the sudden trail of darkness took a turn, there could be seen on the wall a great arrow pointing to the left, clearly inscribed with bullets.
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Inside Cell Block 1 - the Primary cell block - Monroe's team would have little trouble locating a group of about twenty UNJ members, largely consisting of soldiers, scientists and a couple diplomats, all of whom had been captured at one point or another, and shoved into the same cell - one of the only cells that actually still had a working forcefield to keep it sealed. Naturally, they would be very happy to see their rescue party...But there would be no civilians there. Not in Cell Block 1.
As Monroe's squad moved through the door on the rooftop to enter the building - it was the primary cell block, one of three in the compound - she would make an easy, quiet landing, draped in shadow within a wide alleyway between that primary cell block and another building.
However it appeared that there was no end to this kid's stupidity, and one might wonder if he was specifically trying to get Monroe and her men caught. From where she had landed, the soldier would be able to see him still - fleeing desperately about the courtyard, firing the rifle into the air - though it seemed now that he was largely directing the fire toward a wall. Was he shouting something? It would be difficult to hear over the alarms and gunfire, though if Monroe was equipped with any sort of aid in that respect she would have little trouble determining what he was shouting.
Not that it would make much sense.
"Charlie Echo Lima Lima Bravo Lima Oscar Charlie Kilo Three!"
And he repeated the nonsense over and over. Five or six times. Was it some kind of code?
It didn't really matter, since apparently the nut had it out for Monroe - rather suddenly she would find him booking around the corner straight toward her - bringing with him the whole of the guard's attention! Any second now a torrent of Aaronian guards and moledogs would come storming behind him, an overwhelming force to Monroe's squad - let alone the soldier by herself!
He made eye contact with Monroe as he approached - strange, dual colored eyes seemed like he was really trying to get a point across - then he pointed behind him in the direction from which he had just come in the courtyard, with the rifle upward in his other hand and shouted "That way!!"
Then he delivered a rather firm and well executed shove to Monroe's chest as he ran by - there would be no stopping it, he would somehow manage to circumvent any evasive maneuvers she might make to see to it that the push happened - effectively launching the girl through the window that was immediately behind her. (Since most windows were basic forcefields rather than glass, and most of the forcefields were down in disrepair, it was essentially a gaping hole in the side of the primary cell block.)
Then he kept running - and sure enough, only seconds later came following a great flood of Aaronian guards and their moledogs...all running right by the window inward of which Monroe had just been so violently shoved through.
The strange code - "Charlie Echo Lima Lima Bravo Lima Oscar Charlie Kilo Three!" could be faintly heard once more from the kid as he disappeared around the other side of the building, bringing the whole of the compound's security with him.
But the strangeness wasn't over yet - shortly following, a series of great POPping sounds would echo throughout the compound.
If and when Monroe returned to the alley in which she had originally landed, it would become immediately clear that a series of spotlights had been systematically blown...leaving a clear path of shadow along the farthermost wall of the courtyard. Stranger still, at the opposite end, where the sudden trail of darkness took a turn, there could be seen on the wall a great arrow pointing to the left, clearly inscribed with bullets.
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Inside Cell Block 1 - the Primary cell block - Monroe's team would have little trouble locating a group of about twenty UNJ members, largely consisting of soldiers, scientists and a couple diplomats, all of whom had been captured at one point or another, and shoved into the same cell - one of the only cells that actually still had a working forcefield to keep it sealed. Naturally, they would be very happy to see their rescue party...But there would be no civilians there. Not in Cell Block 1.
Monroe had barely made it down to the ground level when the idiot firing the gun ran along the wall with practically the whole military force of Aaron on his tail. He was shouting something, but Monroe couldn't make it out over the sirens and the gunshots. She had lost some long range hearing in her ears, making field work very difficult for her. But luckily she had learned to cope.
That idiot is going to get himself killed. She silently shook her head, holding her gun at her side. The thought barely crossed her mind when the boy came hurtling at her, apparently trying to jeopardize her rescue mission. Just barely staying out of the way of the searchlights fixed on his position, she locked eyes with him just as he pushed her through the window. Monroe twisted in the air to try to land in a better position, instead landing on her wrist instead.
"Mother...." She let the curse trail into silence as the Aaronian forces ran past the window she had been so rudely shoved into. If the boy hadn't been so close, she would have never known what he was saying. Charlie, Echo... It's the phonetic alphabet. Grabbing her radio she relayed the message to her men, most likely saving their sorry butts.
Now time for the kid. Monroe grabbed a small metallic device from her belt, a device she shouldn't have access to, and clicked the little blue button on the top. Within seconds the glamour was placed on her and she looked exactly like the idiot boy with the AK, with minor differences.
(Sorry, been really busy and the house has been really noisy lately....)
That idiot is going to get himself killed. She silently shook her head, holding her gun at her side. The thought barely crossed her mind when the boy came hurtling at her, apparently trying to jeopardize her rescue mission. Just barely staying out of the way of the searchlights fixed on his position, she locked eyes with him just as he pushed her through the window. Monroe twisted in the air to try to land in a better position, instead landing on her wrist instead.
"Mother...." She let the curse trail into silence as the Aaronian forces ran past the window she had been so rudely shoved into. If the boy hadn't been so close, she would have never known what he was saying. Charlie, Echo... It's the phonetic alphabet. Grabbing her radio she relayed the message to her men, most likely saving their sorry butts.
Now time for the kid. Monroe grabbed a small metallic device from her belt, a device she shouldn't have access to, and clicked the little blue button on the top. Within seconds the glamour was placed on her and she looked exactly like the idiot boy with the AK, with minor differences.
(Sorry, been really busy and the house has been really noisy lately....)
(Don't worry about it. My roommate has been blasting his radio and bad TV and I'm not in the position to ask him to do otherwise, so it's taking me like three times as long to type up posts now. I have to blast the crap out of my earphones with music /and/ white noise or rain sound to keep it all out and ugh.)
(Anyhow, as a minor detail - mostly so I don't forget - considering the exceptionally dystopian condition of the human race in this story, I'm going to add a few hundred decades to Kete's age. We'll call him 600ish years old instead of 300ish for this one.)
Inside Cell Block One, Monroe's team would have located easily the twenty-or-so UNJ members and experienced little trouble disengaging the field door that kept them in.
Unfortunately, they got the message just a little too late.
The moment the energy door came down, twenty UNJ members of various specialties would simultaneously snap their eyes to the team and give them wild, hollow looks.
Then they would attack, all at once - shouting madly and incoherently in some broken combination of Aaroniean and Common about the Empire of Aaron. Most of them weren't much trouble, but they were absolutely relentless. The ones that /were/ trouble were the soldiers - they were seasoned warriors after all, and could do a fair bit of damage, possibly disarming their opponent.
In the end, there would simply be no way to save them, which was considerably disappointing.
It was only after the scuffle had finished and the party extinguished that the information was relayed to Monroe. The men seemed considerably shaken up, explaining it as how it must have been some kind of brainwashing, nothing they could do, so on and so forth.
Meanwhile, somewhere outside, all hell was still breaking loose about the compound. The stupid kid had been chased about and was still going, leading the great force on a hell of a chase.
Unfortunately it seemed that it might have been coming to an end.
The boy had led the chase in and out of a few buildings, somehow managing to evade death - luck was certainly on his side. Luck or God. Out one, into another, always just barely under the nose of death, but a streak like that could never last very long.
He had at last returned to the courtyard, and that was his fatal mistake. Some of the Aaronians had finally gotten clever and thought of the brilliant idea of flanking him - and he was caught from both sides, far from anything that could possibly save him. He had been looking over in the direction of where the woman had been, and when he turned back to look where he was going there was only a hoard of miserable Aaronians to greet him.
He slid to a halt, tripping and crashing into the dirt, rolling a little.
In a heartbeat they were on him - A few of the goblins subdued him easily with the butts of their somewhat outdated, but still very effective laser rifles, keeping him knocked to the ground. Immediately some more were on him, having no trouble at all restraining the slight kid.
He did not hold steadfast in the face of danger, though. Frankly the kid looked absolutely terrified. As he was dragged up on his feet again, grunts holding him firmly by the arms to keep him effectively restrained, he squirmed and writhed helplessly. There would be no Braveheart speech, it seemed.
Almost immediately following the capture, the creatures would not drag the boy away. Instead, they would wait. At last there was a parting of the ocean of grunts as one particular figure made his way through the crowd.
Clearly this Aaronian was more important than the rest. If the unusual, bright crimson garments - not delicate of course, perfectly practical, boots and all - didn't give that away, the respect from the crowd probably would. He seemed to have some kind of device implanted in his forehead - unflattering, but curious.
A word was cried out here and there from the rapidly silencing mob. (Indeed, it did seem that Aaronian military institutions resembled barbaric heaps rather than actual militant structures.)
"Capek!" "Capek!"
Though they had quieted to a dull roar, there would be no dead silence to fall over them.
The red-clad Aaronian approached the restrained boy, who shrunk away in fear of him as he neared, ears flat, whimpering rather pitifully. It was certainly not the almost comically energetic kid that had only moments before been successfully diverting the whole security force - though as it so happened, he was still doing just that.
The red-clad Aaronian said something in his language - spat it with a particular vehemence - and proceeded to unleash a rather savage beating on the boy. After a few strikes he took from a pocket a stun-baton, and proceeded to sadistically prod him with the electrified object a few times.
Then he decided to get really serious. One gaunt, clawed hand reached to the boy's face - he flinched, expecting a strike - but instead red-clad wrapped his bony fingers around the little black wire that protruded from the boy's temple and to behind his ear.
That cut it - the kid broke down entirely, absolutely panicking, crying, nearly screaming his begs and protests.
"N-no no nononono! Please don't, please I'm sorry, don't, don't break it please! No, no no no nonono!"
His chest heaved with heavy, frightened breaths . His struggling doubled, feet kicking up dust as he failed to break the grasp of the goblins. Things weren't going so well anymore, were they?
(Anyhow, as a minor detail - mostly so I don't forget - considering the exceptionally dystopian condition of the human race in this story, I'm going to add a few hundred decades to Kete's age. We'll call him 600ish years old instead of 300ish for this one.)
Inside Cell Block One, Monroe's team would have located easily the twenty-or-so UNJ members and experienced little trouble disengaging the field door that kept them in.
Unfortunately, they got the message just a little too late.
The moment the energy door came down, twenty UNJ members of various specialties would simultaneously snap their eyes to the team and give them wild, hollow looks.
Then they would attack, all at once - shouting madly and incoherently in some broken combination of Aaroniean and Common about the Empire of Aaron. Most of them weren't much trouble, but they were absolutely relentless. The ones that /were/ trouble were the soldiers - they were seasoned warriors after all, and could do a fair bit of damage, possibly disarming their opponent.
In the end, there would simply be no way to save them, which was considerably disappointing.
It was only after the scuffle had finished and the party extinguished that the information was relayed to Monroe. The men seemed considerably shaken up, explaining it as how it must have been some kind of brainwashing, nothing they could do, so on and so forth.
Meanwhile, somewhere outside, all hell was still breaking loose about the compound. The stupid kid had been chased about and was still going, leading the great force on a hell of a chase.
Unfortunately it seemed that it might have been coming to an end.
The boy had led the chase in and out of a few buildings, somehow managing to evade death - luck was certainly on his side. Luck or God. Out one, into another, always just barely under the nose of death, but a streak like that could never last very long.
He had at last returned to the courtyard, and that was his fatal mistake. Some of the Aaronians had finally gotten clever and thought of the brilliant idea of flanking him - and he was caught from both sides, far from anything that could possibly save him. He had been looking over in the direction of where the woman had been, and when he turned back to look where he was going there was only a hoard of miserable Aaronians to greet him.
He slid to a halt, tripping and crashing into the dirt, rolling a little.
In a heartbeat they were on him - A few of the goblins subdued him easily with the butts of their somewhat outdated, but still very effective laser rifles, keeping him knocked to the ground. Immediately some more were on him, having no trouble at all restraining the slight kid.
He did not hold steadfast in the face of danger, though. Frankly the kid looked absolutely terrified. As he was dragged up on his feet again, grunts holding him firmly by the arms to keep him effectively restrained, he squirmed and writhed helplessly. There would be no Braveheart speech, it seemed.
Almost immediately following the capture, the creatures would not drag the boy away. Instead, they would wait. At last there was a parting of the ocean of grunts as one particular figure made his way through the crowd.
Clearly this Aaronian was more important than the rest. If the unusual, bright crimson garments - not delicate of course, perfectly practical, boots and all - didn't give that away, the respect from the crowd probably would. He seemed to have some kind of device implanted in his forehead - unflattering, but curious.
A word was cried out here and there from the rapidly silencing mob. (Indeed, it did seem that Aaronian military institutions resembled barbaric heaps rather than actual militant structures.)
"Capek!" "Capek!"
Though they had quieted to a dull roar, there would be no dead silence to fall over them.
The red-clad Aaronian approached the restrained boy, who shrunk away in fear of him as he neared, ears flat, whimpering rather pitifully. It was certainly not the almost comically energetic kid that had only moments before been successfully diverting the whole security force - though as it so happened, he was still doing just that.
The red-clad Aaronian said something in his language - spat it with a particular vehemence - and proceeded to unleash a rather savage beating on the boy. After a few strikes he took from a pocket a stun-baton, and proceeded to sadistically prod him with the electrified object a few times.
Then he decided to get really serious. One gaunt, clawed hand reached to the boy's face - he flinched, expecting a strike - but instead red-clad wrapped his bony fingers around the little black wire that protruded from the boy's temple and to behind his ear.
That cut it - the kid broke down entirely, absolutely panicking, crying, nearly screaming his begs and protests.
"N-no no nononono! Please don't, please I'm sorry, don't, don't break it please! No, no no no nonono!"
His chest heaved with heavy, frightened breaths . His struggling doubled, feet kicking up dust as he failed to break the grasp of the goblins. Things weren't going so well anymore, were they?
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