I got bored one day and decided to start writing a story about one of my favorite RTSs. It is called Vasari Breakthrough and here is the Prolouge to the story, if you guys like it I'll keep going. Hell, maybe it will get published one day! Anyway here it is below.
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The humming sound was coming from the other side of the thick metal wall. A hot reddish-orange line quickly appeared on the wall with hundreds of little, hot, and blue sparks showering the area around the wall.
The dark and laser scorched room was now slightly illuminated from the sparks. Also, the line in the wall has now almost finished making an outline of a seven foot tall door.
A man dressed in a dark grey uniform was face down on the ground; dead in a pool of his own blood. He lied in front of a, or at least once was, command console. On the console was a small black box made out of metal, plastic, and other various materials. It was a recording device used by people to record moments of their space journeys. This particular one was used by the Captain, the man who now lied dead in front of his own command console, of the now lifeless and drifting hulk of a former starship and his command crew.
The Captain protected device until the very end. Hoping that someone would find it and that their tale would be told. Hoping that the story of their journey would help those that found it, unless it fell into the hands of his and his people's enemies.
A loud bang rings out in the room as the section of the wall where the line was came crashing down. In stepped five dark grey uniformed soldiers, all holding their service pistols and flashlights in hand. One of them turns on a device on his wrist and uses it to scan the room. After the scan is complete, the men move deeper inside of the room; now satisfied that there are no hostile beings in the room.
With the new, and brighter, source of light; the room is clearly identified as the bridge for this dead starship. This was the bridge for the elite T.E.C Akkan Battlecrusier Nalfander's Pride; named after the first head of the of the Trader Emergency Coalition's (T.E.C) ruling security council, Jacob Nalfander.
This once great warship was once the capital ship of a large T.E.C fleet stationed in this star system, based out of the T.E.C colony world of Taoseca. The planet where only one third of the fleet returned from its last fleet wide patrol of the star system.
When news of this reached the T.E.C's ruling council it truly disturbed them. It disturbed them as much as when twenty-five years ago the Vasari attacked and force the old Trade Order to resign and create the T.E.C. It disturbed them as much as when there old foes and lost kin from almost over a thousand years before returned with a vengeance only ten years ago.
After their initial shock and fear, the T.E.C's ruling council quickly sent an elite battle fleet, one that was double the size of the one that was based out of Taoseca (before it went out on patrol), to investigate what happened.
The uniformed soldiers in the now battle scarred and ruined bridge have finished their search and gathered up what they thought would be worth bring back. They only managed to find a few of these kind of items now. They took one of the dead Captain's holotags, the Captain's body, and the recording device. After collecting these items and retrieving their equipment, the soldiers got back into their small shuttle and made their way from the ruined Battlecrusier and back to the capital ship they were based out of.
After the soldiers leave the bridge room goes quiet and dark once more. Then, for one last moment, the room is dark, quiet, peaceful, and lifeless once more since it was roughly destroyed in its fighting. Then there is a sudden flash followed immediately by a violent rumble. This is also nearly instantaneously followed by a bright orange flash of light and almost ear shattering boom. Then, finally and permanently, there was quietness and most of all: nothingness.
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"Our siege frigates have destroyed the wreckage of Nalfander's Pride after the recovery team returned to our hangar sir." the Lieutenant in charge of communications said.
"Good Lieutenant Richardson. Is there anything else?" the tall and imposing grey uniformed man who stood staring out at space from his view in his ship's bridge.
"Yes there is Vice Admiral Froelar. Captain Valraxer has sent a message from his ship Wrath of Pilexia IV for you sir."
Vice Admiral Jackson Froelar let out a small sigh and turned to face Richardson, his personal communications officer. The Vice Admiral was an scarred, grim, and imposing man. He had a large scar going diagonally across his face; caused by shrapnel coming off his old command console after it took a plasma burst. He stood about six and a half feet tall and had seen more than three hundred battles against both the Vasari and Advent. His gaze easily brought enormous amounts of fear in most people it fell upon.
"Well what does the 'good Captain' want from us? Is he not comfortable enough on his luxurious Sova Carrier?"
"Well Captain Valraxer says he is ready to head back to Taoseca and refit and resupply; then return to the home system and report back to 'big chesses', sir." the communication's officer replied.
Just as Lieutenant Richardson finished, a young Petty Officer entered the room and walked up to the Vice Admiral. The Petty Office whispered something into the Vice Admiral's ear and handed him a small black box; the same thing from the wreckage of Nalfander's Pride.
"What is that sir?" Richardson asked.
"Oh, this? This is the recording device that the recovery team brought back from the wreckage of the Pride. Each command bridge of each capital ship in the whole of the T.E.C navy has one. The commander of the ship keeps and uses it to record the event's of their journey. This is one of the more fancier ones, it records audio and video. Quite useful for situations like this." Vice Admiral replied to Richardson while holding up the recording device.
"Oh, ok sir. But what do you want me to send back to Valraxer. sir?
"Tell him that he will take half the fleet and remain at Taoseca after we finish refitting and resupplying. In case there is a serious enemy fleet in this system heading for Taoseca. Also, we need someone to watch and listen to the recordings from the Captain of the Pride and its command crew."
"Who do you want to do that sir?"
"How about... ah yes! You will do it Petty Officer..." Vice Admiral Froelar said after looking around his command bridge until his gaze fell upon the Petty Officer who brought him the recording device.
"Collins. Petty Officer Roger Collins, sir. And you want me to do that?" Petty Officer Collins said looking at the Vice Admiral while poking his chest.
"Yes you son. You might as well since you are so interested in my communications officer and my conversation. It shouldn't be too much trouble. Hell, who knows; you might find something in those recordings that are of vital importance to the T.E.C. So, just head to your quarters and get it done." Vice Admiral Froelar said to Collins.
"Yes sir!" Collins said as he then quickly scrambled out of the command bridge with the recording device in his hand.
"Now then, hail Wrath of Pilexia IV and let our good friend Captain Valraxer learn of the plan. Is that understood Lieutenant?" the Vice Admiral said as he shifted his gaze back to Lieutenant Richardson.
"Yes, of course sir!" Richardson replied as he shifted his view back to his communication console and hailed the carrier Wrath of Pilexia IV.
"You never know, maybe I was right. Maybe that recording device really does have vital information for the T.E.C. Maybe that dead Captain might have even found a way to end this long ass and bloody mess of a war. You just can never know." Vice Admiral said quietly to himself as he once again shifted his gaze back out his command bridge's window.
He once again stared back out the window at the stars and the piece of space where Nalfander's Pride was and is now millions of specks of floating debris. He stared out at space and wondered.
