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madebyusOut of the nothingness of sleep, the slow dreams of eternity, there was a thunder on the deep, I came because you called to me.-Rupert Brooke, the Call.
The Day of the Millions Slain had started with terror. The Army of General Mazstakan was advancing on Analanin Island. The orbital ships had guns turned upon the capital. General Mazstakan had intended to draw the Restoration Army into battle, and the attack on Analanin was to be his vector of doing so. He was seated, his immense splotched Roes’in bulk shifting, occasionally drawing his fanged mouth into a taut line. The yellowish eyes blinked, and he drew breath.
“The fool-Emperor and his damned regime shall collapse. The Freedman-bitch and her army shall also fade into history, and we shall re-enslave her and kill the nobleman that influences her. It is madness, this Ever-Victorious Army. It’s the nobleman controlling it, Freedmen are too lazy and too soft to rule it on their own.”
He let a deep laugh sound, rumbling through his ship. His large, meaty hands turned to one of his fellow leaders in the Army of the True Shanaa. “Tell me, if we succeed in this, what will you do with ‘Freedman-Desz’?”
The alien, another Roes’in with a sly and shifty-eyed look said “Not sure. Females are always a blessing in that you can-”
“General Mazstakan-” sounded a lilting voice from a thinner Roes’in, his nearly-orange face contrasting with his mostly-grey neck.
“Yes, Lieutenant Statuvin?”
“We’ve a message, sir, it’s from the Emperor.”
“Send him on.”
The Sim-Screen began to wink on, as the tall and frightened, though cruel-looking form of the Regicide-Emperor appeared onscreen.
“Well, fool?”
“I regret to inform you, General Mazstakan, that due to the attack on the House of Chaliel in violation of your terms laid that I shall decline a peaceful surrender of Analanin Island. To Hell with you, you fucking ape.” And without rancor Syian III signed off.
“Attac-attack on-on House Chaliel? Inform me, was there such a thing? I expressedly forbade assaults on any Throneworld noble family! Inform me!”
Two drones, Drones M-13 and M-19 were dispatched to the surface of Shuhar IV, as their encasements appeared in the sky over Hataria. Minutes passed, and Mazstakan’s harsh breathing filled the ship, as his subordinates prayed to the Traditional Gods with a fervency many would call the first sincere prayers in their lives in their papers. The spell ended when Drone M-19 returned. It said in a flowingly luxurious Sharaman “Yes, General Mazstakan, there was an assault on the King and Queen of the Hatari by Vital-Syndicalist Terror Squads-Weapons Detachments.”
General Mazstakan rose to his feet, unhappy. He paced when suddenly another voice chimed out “General?”
“Yes, Lieutenant-General Shakani?”
“There is a surprise awaiting us. It is Lady Revcekar of House Chaliel. One half-breed. Against our entire army.”
Silence fell, and then Mazstakan began to laugh, a deep and uproarious belly-laugh that thundered against the walls of the ship. He said “Kill her. Her father shall grieve for her foolishness.”
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Revcekar levitated calmly in the air, meditating as the ships of the alien army sailed towards Analanin and the enemy pointed guns at her and around her. Her hybrid form’s chest rose and fell with calm breaths. The soldiers, AI and organic, were curious. Hundreds of thousands of them against a single girl who deigned not to notice them?
Revcekar’s granite eyes flew open. With a smile she straightened out, her feet hovering in the air. Levitating higher so that she could see the full force, she smiled within. Now it would be clear that attacking a Hypernormal was a madman’s decision on a fool’s logic.
“Men of the Army of the True Shanaa,” she began in a thunderous crescendo as the voice of a goddess, the roar of the Ragashin Falls sounding to a tiny patter from the soldiers, “I give you what your blasphemy has sought to make. Behold the power of the living deity, the ones you call the Metanormals.”
A beat passed. The soldiers raised their guns, when suddenly a blue fire appeared, like lightning. It burned with a heat that seared the air, warming it highly as it suddenly expanded, growing to the size of the city of Nazakan in northwest Algastron. “Ask of me and I shall give you the heathen for thine inheritance, and the utmost parts of the worlds for thine possession!” roared Revcekar as suddenly the fire began to scythe downwards and it seemed that fire had become a living bomb that swallowed soldiers, their howling echoing for miles as aquatic craft split and cracked, sinking under their own weight.
In a matter of seconds the ground, aquatic, and aerial forces of the Army of the True Shanaa had vanished as though they had never been. General Rashatin Mazstakan was awed. “O Gods of our fathers, heed my prayer,” he began to incant as the fire suddenly ascended through the atmosphere of Shuhar IV, “I have been servants of you, as has my father, my father’s father, my mother, and my mother’s mother. I honor as has always been, for thus is it ever, and so ever shall it be.”
And in a sudden cracking and disintegration the starcraft vanished, splintering under a vast force. Gone was the Army of the True Shanaa, and welcome it was to the therapists, for the sight of a single female single-handedly smiting an army, as though things that were once now were not had suddenly altered all in its path.
Revcekar landed, a smile on her face, her tunic billowing some. To the astonished Faceless behind her she said the immortal phrases “And what is the phrase you tell a conqueror? O Master, you too shall pass into nothing, for we are all as chaff? For chaff indeed is our foe. Good day, Masters of the Faceless.” And with a small chuckle the mild university student vanished into a crowd of gibbering frightened people, the Faceless falling on their knees and slapping themselves, wishing away the sight they had seen. For terrible indeed is it when what mortals know is itself proven wrong.
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X-posted from LJ Plural_Writers Comm.
The Day of the Millions Slain had started with terror. The Army of General Mazstakan was advancing on Analanin Island. The orbital ships had guns turned upon the capital. General Mazstakan had intended to draw the Restoration Army into battle, and the attack on Analanin was to be his vector of doing so. He was seated, his immense splotched Roes’in bulk shifting, occasionally drawing his fanged mouth into a taut line. The yellowish eyes blinked, and he drew breath.
“The fool-Emperor and his damned regime shall collapse. The Freedman-bitch and her army shall also fade into history, and we shall re-enslave her and kill the nobleman that influences her. It is madness, this Ever-Victorious Army. It’s the nobleman controlling it, Freedmen are too lazy and too soft to rule it on their own.”
He let a deep laugh sound, rumbling through his ship. His large, meaty hands turned to one of his fellow leaders in the Army of the True Shanaa. “Tell me, if we succeed in this, what will you do with ‘Freedman-Desz’?”
The alien, another Roes’in with a sly and shifty-eyed look said “Not sure. Females are always a blessing in that you can-”
“General Mazstakan-” sounded a lilting voice from a thinner Roes’in, his nearly-orange face contrasting with his mostly-grey neck.
“Yes, Lieutenant Statuvin?”
“We’ve a message, sir, it’s from the Emperor.”
“Send him on.”
The Sim-Screen began to wink on, as the tall and frightened, though cruel-looking form of the Regicide-Emperor appeared onscreen.
“Well, fool?”
“I regret to inform you, General Mazstakan, that due to the attack on the House of Chaliel in violation of your terms laid that I shall decline a peaceful surrender of Analanin Island. To Hell with you, you fucking ape.” And without rancor Syian III signed off.
“Attac-attack on-on House Chaliel? Inform me, was there such a thing? I expressedly forbade assaults on any Throneworld noble family! Inform me!”
Two drones, Drones M-13 and M-19 were dispatched to the surface of Shuhar IV, as their encasements appeared in the sky over Hataria. Minutes passed, and Mazstakan’s harsh breathing filled the ship, as his subordinates prayed to the Traditional Gods with a fervency many would call the first sincere prayers in their lives in their papers. The spell ended when Drone M-19 returned. It said in a flowingly luxurious Sharaman “Yes, General Mazstakan, there was an assault on the King and Queen of the Hatari by Vital-Syndicalist Terror Squads-Weapons Detachments.”
General Mazstakan rose to his feet, unhappy. He paced when suddenly another voice chimed out “General?”
“Yes, Lieutenant-General Shakani?”
“There is a surprise awaiting us. It is Lady Revcekar of House Chaliel. One half-breed. Against our entire army.”
Silence fell, and then Mazstakan began to laugh, a deep and uproarious belly-laugh that thundered against the walls of the ship. He said “Kill her. Her father shall grieve for her foolishness.”
_________________________________
Revcekar levitated calmly in the air, meditating as the ships of the alien army sailed towards Analanin and the enemy pointed guns at her and around her. Her hybrid form’s chest rose and fell with calm breaths. The soldiers, AI and organic, were curious. Hundreds of thousands of them against a single girl who deigned not to notice them?
Revcekar’s granite eyes flew open. With a smile she straightened out, her feet hovering in the air. Levitating higher so that she could see the full force, she smiled within. Now it would be clear that attacking a Hypernormal was a madman’s decision on a fool’s logic.
“Men of the Army of the True Shanaa,” she began in a thunderous crescendo as the voice of a goddess, the roar of the Ragashin Falls sounding to a tiny patter from the soldiers, “I give you what your blasphemy has sought to make. Behold the power of the living deity, the ones you call the Metanormals.”
A beat passed. The soldiers raised their guns, when suddenly a blue fire appeared, like lightning. It burned with a heat that seared the air, warming it highly as it suddenly expanded, growing to the size of the city of Nazakan in northwest Algastron. “Ask of me and I shall give you the heathen for thine inheritance, and the utmost parts of the worlds for thine possession!” roared Revcekar as suddenly the fire began to scythe downwards and it seemed that fire had become a living bomb that swallowed soldiers, their howling echoing for miles as aquatic craft split and cracked, sinking under their own weight.
In a matter of seconds the ground, aquatic, and aerial forces of the Army of the True Shanaa had vanished as though they had never been. General Rashatin Mazstakan was awed. “O Gods of our fathers, heed my prayer,” he began to incant as the fire suddenly ascended through the atmosphere of Shuhar IV, “I have been servants of you, as has my father, my father’s father, my mother, and my mother’s mother. I honor as has always been, for thus is it ever, and so ever shall it be.”
And in a sudden cracking and disintegration the starcraft vanished, splintering under a vast force. Gone was the Army of the True Shanaa, and welcome it was to the therapists, for the sight of a single female single-handedly smiting an army, as though things that were once now were not had suddenly altered all in its path.
Revcekar landed, a smile on her face, her tunic billowing some. To the astonished Faceless behind her she said the immortal phrases “And what is the phrase you tell a conqueror? O Master, you too shall pass into nothing, for we are all as chaff? For chaff indeed is our foe. Good day, Masters of the Faceless.” And with a small chuckle the mild university student vanished into a crowd of gibbering frightened people, the Faceless falling on their knees and slapping themselves, wishing away the sight they had seen. For terrible indeed is it when what mortals know is itself proven wrong.
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X-posted from LJ Plural_Writers Comm.
