Voyage of the Apocalypse (Prologue+Chapter 1)

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Voyage of the Apocalypse (Prologue+Chapter 1)

Postby Nareik123 » Tue Nov 15, 2011 5:36 pm

Prologue (England, 21st December, 2010)

Pant, pant, pant, pant.

A solitary man stopped in the middle of a dark, deserted street, bending over and coughing up a glob of phlegm onto the floor, groaning. Slowly he righted himself and opened up his bottle of water, taking a greedy gulp of mineral water, before drenching his face in water. It was cold, and he regretted his actions immediately, shivering.
Wednesday, God I should be at the pub right now... the man thought, looking into the stars, long unkempt hair flung back, drenched from his own bath in mineral water. He ran two fingers down his stubble on his face, before raising his iPod and changing his song to something heavier, the man glanced back down the road.
10 minutes, just 5 more minutes to go! C'mon Adam, you got this! The man, Adam, told himself. He took a few stretches subconsciously, before looking up at the sky. Despite the chilly evening in England, about 10pm, Adam felt his gaze drawn to the stars again. Adam Johnson, 18 years of age, a young, slightly out of shape man, with a fitness test to join the Royal Navy tomorrow. Adam closed his eyes and took a few more deep breathes. It was peaceful in the small town of Shepperton. Adam let his music flow through him and felt a little better already, smiling mildly, looking forward for the next day for the first time. He already his day mapped out in his head. Wake up, grab a train to London, do his test, celebrate with his friends later. Good times. Adam opened his eyes and flexed his shoulders.

Well, better finish my fitness for the day Adam told himself, before getting ready to set off. Just before Adam set off, something drew his eye to the sky. Adam swore he saw a flash, a glimpse. A star had suddenly disappeared in a minor flash of flight, like a bulb bursting suddenly. Adam felt a chill down his spine, but pushed it away. The 18 year old man set off, running his journey back home. Despite his optimistic mood, Adam could not ignore the feeling that something had changed, something had happened. The star didn't make him feel too good, and Adam never liked the feeling something had changed without an obvious sign.

One year later, a reported incident came to the light of Royal Navy Command. A Destroyer class ship, the HMS Benevolance, was reported missing with all hands. No one of the hundreds of staff could explain what happened to the Benevolance or its crew of 150. Notices were typed for the next of kin, delivered to grieving families. For Petty Officer James McKenn, he pulled in a small town in the middle of nowhere and checked the address of his notice. He sighed quietly, shaking his head at the loss of so many crewman. He checked the name of the letter again.
To Mr and Mrs Johnson.
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Voyage of the Apocalypse (Chapter 1)

Postby Nareik123 » Tue Nov 15, 2011 6:38 pm

Chapter 1

(Europea, January 5th 2102)

Jase Johnson leant against the feracrete wall, adjusting his wrist mounted twin plasma rifle as he glanced back to the smoking gap that a door once stood about 0.5 milliseconds before. His helmet data feed told him all this in approximately 0.3 milliseconds, the cranial connection allowing his armour suit to process information almost instantly. Jase glanced at number two and number five, the only difference he could tell from the outside was a different number stencilled onto the breastplace of their armour suits. His datafeed connected to the wireless network shared between the combat squad of five and displayed their Identities. Number two, Daine Woolsford and number five, Terri Dunce. Jase was almost scared at how this cranial technology had improved suit efficiency, the information he needed was displayed almost instantly, but he was more thankful. He spat angrily as a stream of slugs, propelled by a kinetic force with such a force that it could easily tear through armoured vehicles, shred through the feracrete wall, a few meters above his head. He briefly wondered what he was doing here?
Ah yes, this bloody house was reported to have hostiles in it, so of course he was sent in with his squad to clear it out. Wasn't the world unified already? Didn't the treaty of the Unified Democratice Nations 2098 basically bring Earth together? Why can't people just suck it up and move on? Jase growled as Daine and Terri raised their plasma rifles, keeping low and giving a distance from the door, one behind the other. Truth be told, Jase knew that the walls give virtually no protection against the hostiles Rail technology weapons, but that raised more questions in his mind. Rail technology was far from common and is not even finalised, how did they get to have them? Jase grunted and thumbed out a Energy Subdual Unit, or what he called a Stun and run grenade. With a press on the stud of the grenade, Jase primed it and lobbed it through the door.
One... Two... Three...
With a yell Jase span around the corner as his combat squad followed him through the door, plasma streaming rapidly from his wrist mounted plasma rifles. Then Jase paused as he noticed no one was nearby. Where the hell did the hostiles go?!

"Very good Sergeant, very good. Efficient, speedy and tactical clearance of the rooms."
Jase span as a voice emerged from somewhere in the room. Where was it, what was going on? Then realisation hit him as he saw a slight haze on the wall plasma fire impacted against that distorted the entire wall.
"Really, a Holographic training simulation?" Daine asked, removing his plasma weaponary from his suit carefully. Jase shrugged as the wall opened up and two men walked through.
The man on the left came up to Jase's chin, not exactly a good sign in Jase's mind since he was only 5ft 8 inches tall, Ben Winters was his name. He wore an expensive and tailored suit, the holo-badge of the Unified Democratic Nations displayed proudly, with a holo-suite built into his left sleeve which the man was frantically typing into, no doubt compiling a report, Jase thought grimly. But was it on his squads performance, or the performance of the Rail technology. Probably the latter, Jase thought with a grin. Ben came from the UDN, and so was a powerful man, but not a man Jase would get on with. He was decent enough sociably, and Jase could tolerate him, but he had made it known that a beaurocrat and a warrior generally don't mix to well. Still, he wasn't the worst of the UDN he'd run into.

The other man, however, was a legend. Strong, tall, and regal, Jase could recall many stories of this mans truimphs pre-unification. The man was Darren Walton, one of the ten who brought down the Tyrannic Frandruic's rule in Western Europia 50 years ago. Jase had to tell himself this man was old, at least 70 years of age, but thanks to age reducing treatments, Darren looked like 36 years old. Jase swore he saw some jealousy in Darren's eye, myabe the man missed combat? From what Jase understood about Darren's life, he saw enough action in the Frandruic rebellion that made the situation Jase just went through look about as dangerous as if Jase wanted to fight the big man himself. Jase grimaced at the thought. Darren was in loose fitting combat fatigues, his Justicar's uniform back in his Residence block, but he still dominated over Ben easily, pure plain and simpleness of his dress making Ben's suit ridiculous. Jase raised his hand to his helmet and decoupled his cranial link, before removing it. Quickly he broke into a salute, a clenched fist hovering over his heart.

"Sergeant J Johnson reporting sir, hostiles cleared from room Omega. No friendly casualties reported." Jase informed Ben. Ben glanced at Darren, who offered a simple nod, then returned his gaze to Jase.
"Sergeant, like I said, well done!" Ben congratulated.
"I'd just like to add sir, that Rail technology in a simulation? Seems pretty nasty for a practice" Jase added.
"Whats the matter Sergeant, didn't want your pretty face ruined by a pebble fired a super speed?" Darren asked mildly. Jase just gaped, what did you say back to a legend? He was glad of his delay, as Darren chuckled and turned away, examining the damage the Rail weapons did to the feracrete wall.
"The Rail weapons were armed with low impact paintballs, primitive technology I know, but your suits would be able to stand up to the impact. They were designed for combat after all, unlike the walls." Ben informed Jase.
Jase nodded, and his mind phased out of the briefing, thinking ahead to the end of his day. He needed to get a drink for Alice, his fiance, and visit his Grandmother again tomorrow. Jase sighed quietly. Since nobody was against the UDN 2098 Act, and so peace has been established, Jase was concerned he was doing so much training for no reason. However, Jase had a feeling this would be useful for a reason, some day, sometime.
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