"The rain ceases for no man.. It pours out from the heavens like a torrent of crystal, unrelenting.. & paying no heed to the command of kings, rulers or the governments of this world.." the man muttered to himself as he stood perched on the side of a roof spire, high above the skyline of Quaternion city. He was a mercenary once but fate had led his services toward a much more ideologically-motivated group. He never imagined his journey would have brought him this far. Being hated, loathed and despised by society out of a preconceived notion that the Freemen's agendas were politically motivated out of the desire for terror & to make innocent peoples' lives worse rather than better. The influences of JUDGE shielded the populous from the truth & it's hold on media, communication & public opinion filled every corner of the city with hate-filled propaganda directed at thwarting the Freemen's activities..
The man lifted his arm and used his glove to wipe the rain from off his brow so that he could get a good look at his target; a senior official of JUDGE's Advanced Technology Group (ATG), Emmet Lieberman. Lieberman convened at the Harper Hotel once a quarter, meeting with other ATG officials to discuss projects & new developments the organization had planned for the the next period. Emmet was the vice chairman of the board of directors for the group & his main responsibilities lay in the production of advanced weapons & technology research. It was clear that his loss would prove a major blow against the ATG & JUDGE & would severely slow down the roll out of new anti-personnel Security Assault Suits they'd been piloting. The first few tests proved concerning when the first security squad equipped with them in the field incurred a malfunction in one of the units which concluded in several civilian casualties & the death of the pilot. As a precautionary measure the units were brought back in & all major deployment postponed until the defects had been identified & corrected.
With his eyes fixed firmly down the barrel of his rifle the mercenary lined up his aim towards the hotel window where Mr Lieberman stood inside, facing a table full of businessmen. The shooter took a deep breath, pulled down the pressure release vent & flipped off the safety before pressing his finger firmly on the trigger..
A split second.. A single shot..
In a flash the bolt was sent racing across the skyline, a mile distance became a mere meter in an instant.. As the shot pierced the 4 inch thick reinforced glass window the entire pane erupted in a shower of fragments.. With no time to react the room was filled with debris & blood as every member of the table was forced out of their chairs by the array of shards colliding with them all over.. As they came to their sense & realized what had happened, panic & hysteria set in as they leapt out of their seats, scurrying to and fro, frantically ducking out of sight of the possible shooter & making for the fire escape.. An alarm sounded & screams & wails could be heard as security beacons were raised & guards on sight rushed up the stairs & lift in the hopes of discovering the cause of the commotion. As the dust & debris settled the room was still.. Lifeless & empty save but one silent, mortal body, draped face-flat across the table in a pool of blood..
Monday 10 September 2007
Tuesday 24 July 2007
Solace: Prologue
"There is no glory in this war.."
"& no solace to be found in victory.."
In 642 AE a war erupted which decimated most of the known world. Millions were murdered, maimed and slaughtered for a cause that was never their own. A resistance movement was suppressed and a government supplanted. The world had begun to spiral down a drain so steep, it seemed nothing could stop it..
All seemed lost until, out of the smoke and darkness came a collective of warriors. Imbued with power so great that the very earth shook with their footsteps and whole mountains crumbled at their wake..
These avatars of the embodiment of a great Light & Hope laid waste to the evil that had so decimated the world and, once the fog of war had lifted and the scourge of darkness purged from the land, the collective dissolved into the mist almost as mysteriously as they first appeared..
It was then when it happened; the EM proxy visited the world & all sentient life was wiped out, almost as if those great warriors who came before had not come to save the world, only pave the way for it's annihilation..
1200 years later a new civilisation emerged.. Ignorant of those that had been before them & assured of their right to exist they took upon themselves the relics of old, settling into the old-cities that had been errected by their precursors & establishing for themselves vast economies of peace & prosperity.. In their new uptopian world the civilians knew not of the history of their dwellings nor did they know anything of the secrets of the old world they were so shielded against by their leaders.. The only link they were exposed to presided in the central square of quaternion city; a giant monolith with the words inscribed "Illic est haud glorior is bellum..." and "& haud solor ut exsisto instituo in victoria..." [Ion Cave Archive, 2088 BE]
"& no solace to be found in victory.."
In 642 AE a war erupted which decimated most of the known world. Millions were murdered, maimed and slaughtered for a cause that was never their own. A resistance movement was suppressed and a government supplanted. The world had begun to spiral down a drain so steep, it seemed nothing could stop it..
All seemed lost until, out of the smoke and darkness came a collective of warriors. Imbued with power so great that the very earth shook with their footsteps and whole mountains crumbled at their wake..
These avatars of the embodiment of a great Light & Hope laid waste to the evil that had so decimated the world and, once the fog of war had lifted and the scourge of darkness purged from the land, the collective dissolved into the mist almost as mysteriously as they first appeared..
It was then when it happened; the EM proxy visited the world & all sentient life was wiped out, almost as if those great warriors who came before had not come to save the world, only pave the way for it's annihilation..
1200 years later a new civilisation emerged.. Ignorant of those that had been before them & assured of their right to exist they took upon themselves the relics of old, settling into the old-cities that had been errected by their precursors & establishing for themselves vast economies of peace & prosperity.. In their new uptopian world the civilians knew not of the history of their dwellings nor did they know anything of the secrets of the old world they were so shielded against by their leaders.. The only link they were exposed to presided in the central square of quaternion city; a giant monolith with the words inscribed "Illic est haud glorior is bellum..." and "& haud solor ut exsisto instituo in victoria..." [Ion Cave Archive, 2088 BE]
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