New story… I know I've been gone a while but with long hours at work, my muse was not going that well. The ranks in this story may seem weird at first, but there is a reason for them.
Disclaimer: If you know it, I don't own it. If you don't know it, I still don't own it. The only thing I own is my own warped mind that created this.
The Other Other Side
Extracted from Primary Cynar's command log:
They called us Breeders. They claimed that we had no respect for purity. The Pureblooders, they were the real evil. We were the same race, but that mattered not to them. All they wanted was to spread their genetic purity across the world. Tens of Thousands of people died because of their selfishness; Millions more might have been killed if we hadn't discovered their plan. The autonomous aero-fighter that carried the nerve agent was shot down and destroyed long before it could dispense its payload. Then, the war of attrition started. We had the numbers; they had the technology. They hid in bunkers, prepared long before the war started, bunkers protected by a Light-Wave Barrier. The war lasted tens of years. My parents were only kids when the war broke out. I was a 19 year General when the war ended.
It has been 7 years since the war ended. 7 years since the last aero-boomer dropped its bomb load, since I commanded the last drop. We still don't know why a squadron of Pureblooder Aero-fighters decided to turn against their own. Perhaps it was an 'error' in their targeting systems? But it didn't matter at the time. They destroyed their fellow craft, and then formed up on us. My co-pilot kept telling me to head back, that it was a trap. I stubbornly held my course, and kept flying towards what our sources said was their last stronghold. Previous attempts on this bunker had ended in disaster. My best friend's aero-boomer was rammed, not shot down, but rammed by a Pureblooder Aero-fighter just a few days before. Then the aero-fighters broke off and looped around. At first, I thought that it was going to ram us; until they ducked under us and rammed the ground. The earth cracked, and then caved; causing the Light-Wave Barrier to fluctuate, then finally collapse. Our bombs, previously mostly ineffective, now pounded the underground bunker.
When our Aero-boomer returned, we were called Heroes. Intelligence had confirmed it. That bunker was the last one, the Pureblooders leader Alar being present at the time of collapse. My crew was promoted to Secondary for their actions, while I was given the rank of Primary. Now, 7 years later, I lead the team that has been assigned the duty of finding out what happened. What caused the Aero-fighter squadron to help us? Details from other bunkers showed that they were controlled by a neural interface, so someone in that bunker had a change of heart. But why? I know that it is much too late to ask them in person, but maybe, perhaps, some clue will reveal itself in the ruins of the bunker.
2nd Primary Cynar; 9th of Synce, 4828
Just a quick Prologue. This has been sitting on my USB for about 2 years now, but I do have some chapters for it on the go right now.