Humanity Marches forever onward!
A ME fanfic, staring the Human race as the unethical heartless scientific warrior race we are.
Daring and creative, the entire galaxy shall learn to fear us, to hate us, to run from us. Or they shall die on their knees.
…le chapter one…. Releasing the storm, striking out.
5 days prior to first contact… year 2102 AD
Captain Ivan Stradovich sat silently in the drop bay of the KA-20/83 atmo/space drop craft or Storm bringer dropcraft (Kalenkov armaments model 2083 atmospheric and space capable deployment craft if you want to get specific .) alongside many others of the VDV and various other special forces of all of earth and her intra system colonies.
They were currently fitting in their last set of orbit-to-surface insertion training before a 1 day trip to the other side of Sol where they would then practise for the parade of a united humanity. (Its official name in the history books as it is being said.) and then participate in said parade 3 days later.
He glanced off to his right to see some Martian insertion troops, their bulky armour and gear standing out from everyone else and made them look a little oversized. However no one here would laugh at the bubble looking helmets. These men were famed for the destruction of the U.S.A.F Eisenhower. The largest human Troopship in existence measuring a total of 2.6km.
He remembered the day well, how something supposed to be invincible was brought down within six days of its launch and entry into the human intra-system civil war. Hell he was drinking with his comrades on a Russian Battle ship not 12,000 km from it.
He then looked to his left and spotted possibly the 2nd most deadliest special forces there are. The Australian SASR, who with only a squadron of 14 operatives, 5 working AUS-STYER 20/77's and one working radio managed to destroy an entire plutonian military complex on one of Saturn's moons of guarded by 165 personnel with a good 63 of those combat troops, a dozen short range Platevia class gunships and a working sensor array of the highest quality, able to scan the entire hemisphere they were in.
No one knew how it was done, they were told it was a suicide mission, that they would not be back. Of course when they got back the SASR laughed in their faces before saying they had faced Koala's more deadly than wandered off somewhere while singing waltzing Matilda.
Respect the Aussies, or else they would fuck up your day.
The dropship started to dive into the atmosphere of Mars, it only experienced minor shaking from the barely formed atmosphere of the red planet, which was now dotted with underground cities and massive bio-domes and air cleansers. Suddenly the alarm sounded and everyone who was not wearing an air tight helm put one on and stood. The Martian soldiers moved to the front of the ramp that was just beginning to lower. The ramp was about 6.5 metres long and wobbled a little as pairs of Martian Insertion troops, clad in their heavy semi powered body armour ran down two at a time before casting themselves off the edge towards home.
The next to go were the French Diving Knives, a special unit of French soldiers that specialized in… well what else but knives. Throwing, stabbing and even Ballistic knives. (Which the latest could travel more than 32m if done right. One operative claiming a 48m kill.) They hurled themselves out with a mired of cheers and patriotic fervour.
Next he and the VDV soldiers moved into position, undoubtedly the most experienced of all the troops here at high atmo-surface jumps, being the first armed forces branch to do so in history.
Looking to the man next to him Ivan nodded than ran for the end of the ramp, when he reached the tip he pushed off with his legs and fell into a dive for the red planet… his adrenaline surged with fervour as he free fell towards the dusty red surface of Mars.
He had experienced this feeling over 34 times, yet the thrill of the fall, the rush of passing through a barely formed atmosphere, the feel of gravity wanting to embrace him in a deadly hug and cheating it every time. 'I love this job.' He thought to himself as his comrades joined him in the free fall.
Little did he know that his world will be turned upside down within the next three Earth days.
…meanwhile…. Uranus, Titania, grand works factory/ landing yards.
Major General Alexander Fredrickson watched as the last of the construction was finished, this ship in front of him would herald in a new age for humanity, one of peace and friendship between all nations, of exploration and discovery.
The 4.6km long colony ship, named the J. Cook in honour of Captain James Cook who discovered Australia for the British Empire long ago. It was a massive thing, designed to speed through the darkness between solar systems and long voyages. Armed with no less than 158 AC (anti craft) guns and 44 heavy turreted cannons plus 3 squadrons of fighter craft she could take on at least 3 other ships of Capital-ship or below.
It was rough and blocky, with enough room for over 1,000,000 colonists and the equipment they would need. As well as a 600,000 military presence along with heavy equipment. Humanity would be leaving their cradle for the first time, many were scared that something was out there. Mostly the politicians. The military were hyped; if something did come shooting there was always the surplus of replies (read a few thousand nuclear warheads from Humanities ever expanding stock of nukes and not to mention the chemical weapons that were 'disposed' of.)
All of the Nations of earth (read those that could afford space travel and craft squadrons) along with her colonies were participating in this event. Nearly all send along one thousand special forces members, which was suprising of the Martian colonies that did gain independence due to the fact they had only about 3000 special forces total.
Alexander turned from the window to walk through the stark white corridors of the Titania craft yards factory no.01 which produced some of the most largest craft in human history, today the company, Titania Spacers Plant, would forever earn their place in the history books.
He took a left turn at the T junction and headed straight for a while, going over calculations in his head and how life on the new colony would go for everyone. Entire families were being moved so none would request to come back to visit family and same with the military members going.
With colony defence he couldn't be happier. He had over 8 dozen light scout walkers and assorted scout cars, 210 of IFV's and APC's, 64 MBT's, 4 companies worth of artillery and 6 squads of gunships and aero fighters. And that was just the defences that were mobile.
For static defence he had several Night-watch ground-to-space missile platforms as well as a Gustav superluminal artillery cannon. Which it itself had a recorded kill streak of about 23 ships of various sizes.
He smiled with glee at the chance to command one of these behemoths as the door to Titania spacers' plant Command hub opened. Hundreds of little multi-coloured screens dotted the walls and mid-air as employees, both military and Titanian went to and fro sorting out jobs needing to be done and where people were needed to be.
He walked past a few communications crew asking the command officers in bright yellow who to direct the calls too while all around it was the organized chaos of running a company, he felt at ease here in this chaotic environment. Maybe it was because he saw, survived and thrived in the great inter-system civil war. You can take the soldier out of the war but not the war out of the soldier.
He moved towards the door on the other side of the room from where he came, the door marked CEO though he did hesitantly. He didn't dislike the CEO far from it, it's just that the man seemed. Well.. just cared a little too much about that darn collection of swords and ancient weapons he had hanging on his wall.
Alexander hit the doorbell key causing a chime to sound off, 3 seconds after the door opened with the CEO, standing there in a short sleeved vertically stripped shirt with long black pants and leather lace up shoes. He was … you know what? Everyone just said he looked like Parker Selfridge from that old movie James Cameron's Avatar. Sort of sounded like the character to which some people loved about their boss. He just thought it was strange.
"Ah general! So what is happening in the wonderful world of the military?!"
Alexander sighed "same old same old… how is the life of one of the wealthiest men in the solar system Hadrian?"
Hadrian turned and walked back behind his desk, sitting down in the extremely comfortable, leather (real leather at that.) adjustable chair with an inbuilt sound system (with Veigar - Eternal Empire as well as hundreds of other classics and genres of music. None of that 21st century crap though, Ke*dollar sign* a can go die in the whore hole she spawned from along with most of those so called musical artists… note that is just my opinion.)
"It's rather fine, luxurious and hard working as well… so how ya liking the last touch ups on the Coloney ship? She fit to explore the stars or what!"
"she is indeed. Though I am wondering what would happen if we are… intercepted before we reach our destination, how would we defend ourselves?"
Hadrian sighed "you mean besides the surplus of weapons that my boys took the time to find a place for on the ship and other such things?"
Alexander took the chair opposite "no, what I mean is boarded by some… unknowns, with the guns on the outside and military personnel in stasis how will we defend ourselves?"
Hadrian reached a hand into his desk and pulled out a holo-projection pad and hit the on switch while setting it down on the table. Alexander could not believe it.
"is that a…"
Hadrian put on a 'you fucken know it!' grin
"that is a mk4 autonomous sentry bot, 0.6m in height with twin linked tantov 4mm machineguns, a small 3 shot grenade launcher and a new addition of a tri-shot Anti-tank gun."
Alexander was stunned, the military was only just getting these things due to how expensive they were, and at 7million a bot no one was willing to buy them in large quantities.
"How many?"
"About 40, divided into battalions of ten, and then further split into squads of 4 with 2 command units for each squad. They will patrol the ship while the rest of the crew are in stasis and also wake military personnel if trouble occurs. Trust me Alex, I have everything sorted…" Hadrian finished with a smile.
Alex sighed in relief, call him paranoid but aliens are quite the possibility.
"Oh speaking of the ship and all that I am coming along…" Hadrian added on as an afterthought.
"Ok…wait? WHAAAAT!" screamed Alex as he came to realize what the triple digit billionaire just said.
"Yeah I have decided to start up an orbital ship yard at our new extra-solar colony. Plus I think I deserve a decade holiday don't you? And don't complain about who will run the company my right hand man will be doing hat, training him for this day I have been and couldn't be happier with the results."
Alexander was speechless, god forbid, this man was annoying before. Now he was just… well, Alex didn't know what to think just yet. His jaw, if it could drop any further, would have been on the carpet by now. Hadrian looked at him in distress.
"Alex? Titania to Alex come in? You feeling alright buddy?"
…. 2 days latter: Citadel Council ship: Envision, headed for/ arriving in recently discovered system with a mass relay.
Falvion was excited, ever since the Council decided to open up another set of relays and explore the only arm of the galaxy without any presence of galactic civilization in it people from all races had been eager to explore.
The Asari Republics and Citadel council funded most of these missions, but on board each ship was a Turian military advisor, Flavion was the assigned advisor for the Envision. Any newly discovered species by the ship he was on, he was the one to judge their military threat for the Hierarchy and be the absolute authority for whether they should wage war against this new species.
Flavion hoped they would come across another species, one that would be a hopefully peaceful first contact. But he rather doubted that considering the captain of the vessel. Dashina, an Asari of 354 year of age and, to put it frankly quite the racist. Believing that the Asari were superior to all and often making herself heard on the subject. Hell if he wasn't assigned onto this ship by the council he would guess she might have spaced him a while ago.
And he also had a worrying feeling that she would try and start a fight between any new species and the Council, which worried him to an extent. If she did start something he would immediately suggest to the Hierarchy that they withdraw military support from the Council to defend their own space and hopefully make a non-aggression pact with the new species… if they were more than the council could handle.
He hoped it would not come to that.
The ship was about to exit FTL and into the general location of the Mass Relay in this system. He stood on the Bridge with most of the other crew, excluding those needed in critical parts of the ship.
The Asari at the helm started the count down.
"5, 4, 3, 2 and 1!" space twisted back to normal in front of them, offering up a sight of the stars in new constellations as well what was assumed to be the mass relay, encased in ice. And a small grey planet it orbited.
Dashina immediately started to give orders, preventing anyone but him to gaze out of the window.
"Alright send out a signal to the relay, let's get it warmed up so we can go exploring."
While the mostly Asari, Salarian and one Quarian crew set to work Flavion continued to observe the planetoid the relay orbited. Grey and unassuming it was pocketed with a few craters which could be seen from such a distance, but as the planet was slowly rotating he noticed some faint artificial lights on the surface… 'Is that… then does that mean?'
Flavion hurried his glance to the planetoid that encased the mass relay… on the visible areas of the dark side from where the ship sat he could see more Artificial lights, and the faint light of a ships engines…
He turned towards the Captain, his mandibles twitching with worry "CAPTAIN! Don't send the signal! There's a base on that moon!"
Dashina turned to him, her features still calm despite what could happen… or what would happen if she did not act.
"and why would I care for some race of primitives? If they are there it's their fault." She replied harshly, her one sided pro Asari and racist views . some of the crew (read those that were not selected for racism for which they do not have) started to share worried looks.
The young Asari who sent the signal looked almost in tears as she spoke up.
"I… I already sent the signal." She fell to her knees, her eyes stinging with tears "oh by the spirits… I am a murderer!"
Some of the others looked on in pity, while most went to observe the encased relay.
Already the surface was starting to crack, huge segments were being sent into space, chucks glided through space and some towards them while most towards the grey planet below.
The Kinetic barriers of their ship protected them from the smaller pieces while the larger ones the pilot of the ship manoeuvred around. Flavion as well as a large part of the crew watched with horror as the area where the colony was broke up and was ejected into pace, masses of metal could be seen among the grey rock.
The Captain didn't really care, nor her supporters who stood by stoically and watched on without thought, some were even pleased with they did.
While the crew watched, some in tears, others fearful and some not caring Flavion could only think of one thing while watching the small moon blasting out into space.
'I hope… no I pray that conflict does not spawn over this, I hope this new species will forgive us for this tragic accident.'
Little did he know that Humanity, well…. As they say on the internet don't fuck with the Human race.
….
Location: Plutoian Naval Command (PNC)
High commander Palat-oovon stood in his office, admiring himself in the mirror, the new medals on his medal patch and officer emulates shining like gold.
Though he found this activity to be of mild amusment he was bored. Not since the end of the Human Civil war had he felt as well… unneeded as this, the past 15 years had been nothing but peace and prosperity among mankind.
Pluto had mostly recovered from the damages of the war, before the end of said war there was no treaty to prevent orbital bombardment, and thus the surface of most planets, Pluto being one had suffered tremendously on the northern pole, where most of the anti-space weapons had been stored.
Straightening out a small crease in his jacket he through the automatic door leading to the main command room, a massive 1km (squared) facility dedicated to operations of the proud Plutonian Military, everything from deployment to internal security was done here.
Gazing around the advanced holo screens, computers and D.N.I.L. (Direct Neural Interface Link) arrays he spotted something odd on the real time holo projection of Pluto and her satellites as well as space in a few hundred thousand KM of space around her.
A small ship, of barely more than 100m sat a few hundred km from the moon Charon. No ID tag was projected so a symbol in Plutonian script reading unknown sat above it.
As he stared several officers also took note of the unknown and panic started to settle in, multiple neural net messages and com centre calls were quickly sent out and ships redirected as well as mobilized
A full 2 minutes after it was first noticed and something did not feel right to Palat. He had told the Charon garrison, consisting of 2 squads of twelve Triffix fighters each, to stay put until reinforcements had engaged the unknowns. But still something nagged at him, deciding to act he picked up the headset on the desk he had moved to and the squadrons.
"all Triffix are to launch and engage the unknowns who are now designated as hostile. No known details on hostiles besides their craft is a little over 100m, proceed with caution."
"gen-tii that sir, we are hot and ready to take off, wish us luck command."
It was another minute after that call before the squadrons were visible on the holo projection.
The small fighters were nought but 10km above the surface when it happened. The surface of Charon started to crack and fracture, pieces of the moon shot out into space and some towards Pluto in hundreds of pieces.
The PNC watched dumbstruck as their moon, a rather historical one at that, disintegrated in front of their eyes, some screamed in terror while others got on the phone to other battle groups to intercept the newcomers.
All Palat could do was watch, tears stinging his eyes as a measly sob escaped his lips. His son and his family were currently on Charon, taking a family vacation.
As the destruction continued for a full 3 minutes those who had family on the now wrecked moon were in tears. Palat was no exception. He prayed his family was alright.
…
Loation: Former orbit of Charon, Triffix class multi-purpose fightercraft –tillfang squadron
Kalv-genti weaved his craft around the ever expanding cloud of debris, bits and pieces of the moon of all sizes flew apast him and his squad.
Only 8 of 12 of his squadron remained, the rest had been hit by debris or crashed.
He pulled to the left and narrowly avoided hitting a chunk which carried a habitation dome, its lights and life support most likely running on backup for however a short a time it would be intact.
The rest of Tillfang squadron were just as active as he was. Tillfang 4 was currently using his guns to blast a path through a set of small moon chunks, while 12 was blowing up a few chunks with the dumbfire rockets.
As he got clear of the still expanding debris field he activated the ping scanner, and frowned. Only 17 out of 24 craft had survived the ordeal. While untold thousands, or hundreds of thousands had just perished on the moon.
But then something came up on scan, a large 3km object with what as far as his display showed, looked like a two pronged fork with the majority of its handle missing as well as a huge circle cut out of the middle of it.
And it sat where the core of Charon used to be… Kalv sure hoped command was watching.
The rest of his squadron made it out ok, besides a few minor collisions.
The same could not be said of Tii-voch squadron, who had lost an additional member. He contacted the current squad leader of their group.
"TillFang 1 to Tii-voch 3, Hex vich los. Hex vich los."
(In English it would roughly translate to Hex= help, vich= you, los= do. Plutonian grammar is hard to understand by anyone not born into it or dedicated to the study of the language)
"Tii-voch 3 to Tillfang 1, Hex dis negx" (help not needed/need. (Depends on use or pronunciation.))
Kalv sighed in relief. And turned his attention to the ping ghost of the enemy ship. And with a quick call to the others they all headed off. For those lost, for Pluto, for Vengeance…
….CHAPTER END…
Ok I want someone to take this idea from me… and use this, hopefully, and if I give it to you I want a test chapter two sent to me before you post it and if I am happy I will let you officially own the idea of this story.
If not I might do it myself.
-Lost Guy
Oh and if anyone wants to ask questions on how I have structured Plutonian culture/society feel free!