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Miniatures Adventure => VSF Adventures => Topic started by: Bayushiseni on 14 October 2014, 03:05:25 PM
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War and Love in Three Worlds - A prologue
My name is Kinnison Smith. When all this started my mother was two years old.
Spring was just a new thing, my mother told me, when in that day of May 1850 the falling stars filled the skies of two continents. It was a strange new thing and nobody understood how the falling starts could descend so slowly from the skies. Stranger even was the fact that no impact crater was found. My father was an Englishman and my mother a Portuguese woman. They were trying a new life in the United States of America. They met when she was thirteen years old at the start of the American Civil War.
In 1864, my father decided that they should return to Europe and settle in England. The sheer violence and killing of the war scared them enough to make them leave. They married in New York and sailed back to London. It took four years of war to reshape the American continent politic geography. A treaty of peace was signed in 1865. Two new nations emerged from the war. The American Union of the North and the Federation of America.
In 1866 a strange and scary thing happened. The crash sites of the falling stars underwent a strange transformation. The people, fauna and flora died away slowly. Only those who ran way survived. A new, strange and reddish flora emerged. The Dead Zones were sealed, their frontiers scorched to the ground and entire populations were moved away, some of them hundreds of miles.
I was born in 1868. It was, my mother said, a cold February. In that same Summer giant slow meteors fell in the Dead Zones across the world. From that moment on everybody understood that it wasn’t a coincidence. It was an invasion. Two days later the Hexapods attacked several nations. Canada, American Union of the North, Federation of America, France, Germany and China were attacked. The Martian Invasion had began.
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The war last for seven years. During those years, Humanity learned two things. That the invaders were some sort of Octopus and how to scavenge their Hexapods to retrieve their lighter than air metal. After seven bloody years, the Martians were defeated. I was eight years old when a joined fleet of Aether ships was built to take the war to them!
In 1876 three hundred Aether ships invaded Mars. The surprise was bigger than anything Humanity was expecting. We found no Octopus people but other races living in a world slowly dying for thousands of years. The Octopus, that the other Martian races called “The Greys”, lived in secret underground cities and were almost a myth to the other Martians. The Red and Blue Martians were almost like Humanity and the Greens were four armed giant barbarians.
From United Invasion Fleet to national colonization fleet, the change took a few days. Each nation moved in to “help” a Red Martians city state of their choosing. Colonialism arrived to Mars. The Red Martians, city dwellers, the still most advanced of the Martian races, accommodated to the Earthmen with relative ease. The Blue Martians didn’t and a state of war erupted. For the Green Martians one more or one less race was unimportant. The Grey Martians were nowhere to be seen.
One year after, the British fleet cleared thing up by conquering the Red Martian city of Reubah’narat. The British annexed the two closest city states in the same year, Sahnarth and Sholl and declared that territory as British territory. Her Majesty new Jewel of the Crown was now in another planet. Following Britain lead, the French, German and Russian Empires did the same.
From 1878 to 1883 the Major Earth Powers strengthen their presence in Mars. Belgians, Spaniards, Canadians and the two new North American States, conquered, traded, fought and stole the Martian precious wonders. The major trade with the Martians is transteel, the lighter than air metal against water, the most precious commodity in Mars. Large Human Aether ships mine water from the ice asteroids in the asteroid belt and deliver it to Mars.
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I arrived Mars in 1888 under the orders of Her Majesty’s Army. For an year, I’ve seen the wonders of Mars, fought German and Blue Martians, monsters and Green barbarians in the steam tank I command. Today is the February 23, 1889 on Earth, I’m twenty one years old and it is the 43th Day of Ohmah, the fourth month of the year 22.659 of the Red Martians calender and everything will change for me.
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The Mission - Part 01
I awoke inside the tank, feeling the now common dry mouth. The sound of the moving tank kept me in a dreamlike state for a while longer. The dream vanished once again softly leaving just vague traces that melt away. I could still see her face and the strange eight legged creature that she rode in a fast and powerful gallop. There was a sense of urgency in her reddish face and again and again she seemed to almost articulate a word or sentence just before the dream vanished from my mind.
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Very cool.
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V&S&F, right?
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Very cool.
Thank you so much.
V&S&F, right?
Indeed! And I love the worlds inside your mind!
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The Mission - Part 02
I had my orders and my orders weren't easy. I didn't share the whole of the orders with my crew. A Infantry detachment was attached to my steam tank and off we went. Our tank regiment was dissolved in single units that were ordered to go to several attack points. And that was the problem. The targets...
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At a previously designated day we were ordered to destroy the sacred incubators of the Green Men. All around the Red Martian city of Reubah’narat we would destroy an entire generation of the Green Men, weakening them and forcingthem to retreat farther and farther to the emptiness of the great desert. It was an act devoid of all honor. I leaked my dry lips reviewing all the possible scenarios that would allow me not to do this.
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Great stuff :)
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Great stuff :)
Thanks. You're most kind.
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The mission - Part 3
During my time on Mars I've already fought the Green Martians. At the Plains of the Angry Winds, "Shalthalath Sarith", our divisions stopped a Green Martians onslaught. They are tough, barbarian, sometimes cruel, but honorable and deserving respect. To kill their children before they hatch is inhuman. What are thinking those who gave us these orders. I reached the command chair and sat there. My men looked at me waiting orders.
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The closer we were getting to the hatching grounds the uneasy I was becoming. As I envisioned time and again in my mind the Green Martians incubators the more the dream harassed me and her face became more and more real for me. We came to Mars to attack the Grey Martians that tried to conquer Earth and now we were attacking other people. I shook my head to force me into action. "Stop", I ordered, "We'll camp here for the night."
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The mission - Part 4
This was the first time I saw her on foot in my dreams. She seemed to be searching for someone or something. I could feel her trying to reach me and I saw her beautiful lips move, but I couldn't listen. It was as if she was too far away from me. For a moment her eyes seemed to fix on me and I heard her say my name, but then she seemed scared and looked away.
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Then she jumped down the rocks where she was standing, with haste but with such grace that after a moment of scare for her safety I was amazed with her agility. She called the eight legged beast, jumped in and with a sad face galloped away. I awake in the cold Martian night, sweating.
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I'd awake in a sweat too! Great work here. :-*
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Who could resist proper story-telling, steam-driven machines, fancy uniforms and a beautiful girl?
Thanks for sharing your adventures kind sir! :--)
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I'd awake in a sweat too! Great work here. :-*
Thank you. You're most kind. And the photo flash doesn't do her the right compliment. ;)
Who could resist proper story-telling, steam-driven machines, fancy uniforms and a beautiful girl?
Thanks for sharing your adventures kind sir! :--)
Thank you sir. It's a pleasure to share it here.
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Excellent. :)
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Excellent. :)
Thank you. You're most kind.
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Very nice post indeed. Liked the steam tank.
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Very nice post indeed. Liked the steam tank.
Thank you.
You're most kind.
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The mission - Part 5
I thought that my men were all at sleep. But when I climbed the small ridge next where we have hidden the steam tank, I found Sergeant Thomas already there. "Couldn't sleep, sir?" I nodded. "Bad dreams..." He laughed."Aye... I dream of Earth, myself..." "Thomas... I have to tell you our orders. If something happens to me... If somehow I disappear..." he shook his head. "You won't, sir!" I put an hand on his shoulder. "Listen! We were ordered to destroy a Green Men's birthplace..." "A nursery?! That's insane..." "Yes. I've got something else to tell you... I've been having these dreams... I don't think that they're just dreams... I've just awake from one..." And I told him.
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Thomas was looking at me with a strange face. "Listen, Thomas. I'm not getting mad. Just before now, she told me that she would send a strange creature - a kind of a dog - she said, to guide me to her. So if she really exists and if this is all true I'll meet this dog." Thomas scratched his head. "Will the beast come here?" "No. I must meet it away from you. Thomas. If I disappear you can go back. I didn't told you what our mission was... You don't need to do this." He looked at me with suspicion in his eyes. "That's why you ordered us to stop the furnace from the tank?" "No. The boiler is really leaking and you must fix it..." He nodded.
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"Will we meet again?" I smiled. "I don't know, my friend. I'll be a deserter... But fate isn't written. What I know is that I didn't come to Mars to kill newborn babies." He nodded. "I agree. I only want to return Earth and see my wife and children again." I shook his hand. "I'm sure you'll..." Then I heard a dreadful sound. One I hand't heard since we left Earth. "Silence, Thomas. Don't make a sound." And the sound closed on us.
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The mission - Part 6
With an eerie grace, the Grey Martian's Hexapod moved across the red land, it's silhouette silencing the sounds of the night. "Sht.." I said softly to Thomas. "Remember what we know from them... They don't see too well, but their hearing is acute. And as if only to prove me right, the beast stopped.
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Slowly it turned, as if trying to see or hear something. The Steam Tank engine wasn't working. It would take hours to heat it up and even so, one solitary tank and 10 men weren't match enough to take on the dreaded Hexapod and its heat ray. Our only hope was absolute silence and the Gray's lack of will to search behind the crest. Even so my hand grasped my trusted revolver...
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Astounding contraption! Keep these chapters coming please.
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Astounding contraption! Keep these chapters coming please.
Thank you. dear sir. I will.
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The mission - Part 7
For a moment it stayed there, sniffing the air, measuring the landscape, it's heat cannon at the ready. I knew that we couldn't do a thing while we spied it in complete stillness.
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Then it moved away. The sound of it's six legs fading away as it propelled it in the red sands. Only after a while did we move and tried to shake the stiffness of our bodies. For a while we kept silent. The machines we came to destroy were again starting to show themselves. A cold dread filled me that moment.
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You are a real story teller Sir.
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You are a real story teller Sir.
Thank you, sir. You are very kind in your words. They mean a lot.
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The mission - Part 8
"I must go" and I smiled sadly to my dear friend. He nodded. "I'll take them back. What actions you won't take, we'll avoid." I've embraced him. "Thank you." "Do you think you'll find... the thing you're looking for?" I smiled. "I don't know. But if I don't try, I will never know, will I?" He gave me his canteen filled with water. "Take this. You'll need it." I accepted it. "If you find nothing, you double back. We'll be moving slowly after fixing the tank in the morning. I'll make sure of that." And then he brusquely left. I felt lonely and at the same time exhilarated by the prospect of my immediate future.
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The Mission - Part 9
Morning was almost gone, I was starting to feel that leaving the company of my squad to pursue literally a dream had been a mistake when I finally saw the Muoll. A eight legged carnivorous, it was for all races in mars a kind of dog, loyal and friendly. We stopped both ten yards apart appraising each other. Fear and caution stood us still both.
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Then, exactly like a dog, it was the first of both of us to decide to trust. It came to me and sniffed my hand and I patted it in its head. "Take me to your mistress, old boy", I said and as if it fully understood my request it turned back and walked lightly in its eight legs knowing that I would follow.
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High drama to be sure.
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High drama to be sure.
You're being very kind, sir.
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Just corrected the image links that somehow changed. Very soon more adventures.