Warcraft: Arrival from the Stars

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How will the People of Azeroth Deal with an entirely new branch of Humanity, one with advanced technology that rivals anything seen by both the Alliance and the Horde.


Chapter 5a: Awash in a sea of air

-Cough-

Suzanne felt her lungs expel air as they were now free from the confines of the Cryotube.

Suzanne slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw what awaited her, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by the floating clear blue orbs of Cryo-tube precipitate... it was like looking in a Christmas snow globe, and that image brought her back to her childhood.

She rarely ever saw her father, he was a busy man, he owned three hardware stores, but he taught her the basic principles that made her who she was today.

Diligence...

Hardwork...

Attention to detail...

It were these three things that Suzanne always showed with every effort, These were the only three things that matter the most, and these where the three values that she expected everybody aboard the Seed Ship and aboard the American Reclamation Corporation to follow these values at all moments whenever possible.

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Suzanne looked up to see that a medical professional was gripping onto the guidebar's outside of Suzanne's Cryo-tube.

"Ma'am... We have made it!, we're here, Exoplanet Kepler-186f, just out there on the horizon..."

Suzanne was happy at the prospect, and at the young man's eagerness, but he had a job to do, so Suzanne gave a quick cough to let him know that he should get back on course.

"I am just going to have to examine your condition first" replied the medical professional about two seconds later after Suzanne coughed.

Suzanne nodded her head, she was confident in their ability, they were after all hand picked from amongst the brightest minds in America.

The scientist pulled out his Videopad and registered a quick routine check up from the Cryo-tube's inbuilt medical sensors, it registered neurological and muscular conditions, the recordings where then sent back in the blink of an eye.

"Well Ma'am, your vitals check out, you are clear to leave"

Suzanne decided to quickly get out as fast as she could, but navigating around in zero-gravity was hard and time consuming...

Suzanne then watched as the medical professional grasped onto another pair of guidebar's before opening up another person from a cryotube and administering the conditions of the colonist.

Suzanne knew that it may take quite awhile to ensure that everyone on board the Vessel were safe, and that they were still functional.

So Suzanne gave a sigh... at least they had made it, four hundred years of traveling, all from a frozen box... she did not know how to feel... it was exciting... and also frightening... But Suzanne knew that sometimes your job required you to brave challenges... this was but one more challenge standing in Suzanne's way, and she always tackled challenges head on, or from behind the veil of the curtain, from the cloak and dagger... she had to be well versed in them, survival demanded upon it.


Chapter 5b: Combat Rover Diplomacy

-General Kozlov-

General Kozlov looked over at his loudspeaker before he activated it, then Kozlov activated his recorder held at his shoulder.

The reason why he activated his recorder was so that if anyone wanted to judge Kozlov's actions, then he would have a recording of the events to present, this could also inversely be presented to the opponent's so that they would know that Kozlov had acted cordially.

General Kozlov then stood up over the roof of the Combat Rover, inwardly hoping that the army of Horde dissidents would not open a pre-emptive hostile display of force with their primitive weapons, because Kozlov would not have relished ordering his forces to exterminate the native opponents...

In a way, General Kozlov could not help but feel as though he were in the shoes of Semyon Dezhnev and his expedition, or of the Vikings for that matter when they encountered the 'Skraelings' or rather the Inuit populations and even the native American's.

In that same moment, General Kozlov also remembered what a feat of engenering it was that a man from Russia could be on another world and meet other alien races, and in the same moment, Kozlov realised the single fact that right now, at this very moment, he could decide the fate of history...

General Kozlov placed the loud speaker in front of his lips and gave a clear tone of voice.

"People of the Horde, return home in peace, for if you continue any further, we will defend ourselves"

To Kozlov his declaration sounded reasonable, he tried to not come off as being too forceful or make to many unreasonable demands besides to make the dissident's back away.

But on the other side, to the ear's of those of the Horde, the declaration sounded like what one in a weakened position would say, to them, the declaration sounded like one who was afraid to commit to attack, one who was afraid to fight...

It is such mistakes in translation's of tone and voice, of the error's of first contact, the mistake of a single mistranslation in a tense first contact event such as this that can lead to horrible things.

From the attack of Thorfinn Karlsefni's forces by the 'Skraeling' Native american's in the middle of the night after they traded in fur and other objects for metal objects and beads of amber, to when Hernan Cortez overheard an Aztec official speaking of large stockpiles of gold and he knew it was his for the taking, or when America declared that it would drop its terms of surrender to order for the disarmament of it's armed forces and not the disarmament of the Emperor's forces, and when it was mistranslated as an American sign of weakness the Japanese continued to war with America, with this America retaliated by dropping two nukes on the city of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which ended the war, in all these situations, it was the mistranslation of sought intent on one side and the mistranslation on those of the otherside to create another meaning far different than what the other intends... in all these cases, mistakes made just from the tiniest thing, can cause an event to blow out of proportion... The event that started just this day is no different, the only difference is that this event was not caused on Earth, but on another planet far away called Azeroth.


-Dorolak Thunderrage-

Dorolak Thunderrage couldn't help but laugh at the demand's that they leave, what would make his men leave... he looked at the opposing forces and they numbered in at less than 30 men overall, and they only stood about 40 meters away, Dorolak was scarcly afraid, the guns of their opponents where inaccurate, otherwise that soldier he encountered a day ago would have shot him, Humans always hated Orcs and he doubted that the soldier would have missed purposely, as to the Human on the other end with the device that enhanced the volume of his voice... he was a coward hiding behind that mechanical device that allowed them to move, furthermore there was no flying device overhead to protect him.

Dorolak gave a shouted reply back in Common.

"Make us human, We are not Afraid of you!"

Dorolak then proceeded to walk several meters forward before stopping...

He then noticed that most everyone else stepped forward as well before they too shouted out one sentence repeatedly.

"Make us Humans"


-General Kozlov-

Great, the opposing dissident's had to act like petulant children who had not gotten their way... Sure, Kozlov knew from the background knowledge that he received from Anachronos that the Horde were mistreated by the Alliance, mainly from the hand's of the Humans, but on the other hand, the Horde were mistreating the Alliance members, and Kozlov would not want to get into the game of 'who owes what what' between the two feudal forces who opposed each other, Kozlov was here to ensure that his people had a safe environment to grow, and if the Orc's were a threat, then they would have to be dealt with.

Kozlov knew he had but two things to do, issue one more warning, and if they ignored his final warning, Kozlov would order for the CS 3 gas canisters to be dispersed into the crowd, Kozlov would then order his Combat Rover's to retreat back about 100 more meters, and if the Orc's followed his men, Kozlov would order for their weapons to be armed and ready, he would not like it, but if they remained blind and petulant, Kozlov would have to teach them to stay out of the Slavic Federation's land by martial force, he would have to set them an example by which to cause the Horde to stay away from the Slavic Federations land by fear of inciting their power.

"I Will say this one more time, Disperse and return back to your land's in peace, if you continue to step further i will be forced to return fire... Disperse!"

The member's of the Horde continued to step forward.

Kozlov quickly reached for his radio before he issued his order's.

"Dispense the CS 3 Gas canister's into the crowd, when that is done retreat back one hundred meters, if they continue to charge after us, then i want you to return fire... try to miss and see if that scatter's them, if not then aim for target's where your rounds wont travel through multiple opponents, i want this crowd dispersed with as little death as possible... Kozlov out"

Kozlov then quickly dove back into the Rover and reached out for the gas mask's which where lined up on one section of the grill bar sheet plating which also held several assault and battle rifles and a few pistols.

When Kozlov grasped one of the Gas-mask's, he quickly paced over to Anachronos before he placed it over his face, Kozlov then quickly tightened the strap's around Anachronos's face and then flicked on the switch under the chinstrap which controlled the breathing apparatus... When Kozlov heard the sound of rushing gas filling his ears, he knew that Anachronos's mask was correctly applied, thus Kozlov quickly reached out for another mask before passing that out to the driver of the Combat rover, who quickly grabbed it and applied it to his face.

Kozlov grabbed another Gas-mask and secured it over his face, when he was sure that it was tight enough, he flicked the switch under his chin and he felt as fresh oxygen reached through his mask in a slight hissing sound.

Kozlov sighed at the sensation of breathing fresh oxygen, the feeling was so different than breathing in air.


-Dorolak Thunderrage-

"I Will say this one more time, Disperse and return back to your land's in peace, if you continue to step further i will be forced to return fire... Disperse!"

Dorolak Thunderrage ignored the human and continued to march forward, No human would ever tell Dorolak Thunderrage what to do.

In return, Dorolak saw as large cylindrical objects were sent flying toward his men, and saw as large tuft's of off-white coloured smoke emerged forth, Dorolak turned around to see what was happening, and he saw as large amounts of his men began coughing, and also he saw as they began rushing around erratically to escape the fumes of smoke, Dorolak then heard as the Mechanical mounts of his opponents roared up and he saw as they quickly retreated away before stopping some distance away.

Dorolak rushed after the Human's, he would have revenge one way or another, and he was happy as he saw as large numbers of those who were not incapictated by the fumes also rushed forward with Dorolak.

Dorolak couldnt help but laugh at his opponents, these were the most cowardly human's that he had ever met, at least the humans that he had fought before fought to the death and did not run away.

After reaching a distance away from the Human's, he saw as plumes of debris and sand emerged from spots of the land not to far from his distance, at that same moment his ears heard repeated cracks of sharp loud noise crackling through the air.

Not two moments later did Dorolak hear as his men began to issue forth shouts of pain, but Dorolak did not care, the blood in his body boiled for blood... but he was stopped from ever continuing forth when he could no longer feel any sensation in his left leg besides from pain as he tumbled down into the ground.


-General Kozlov-

General Kozlov heard the tumult of gunfire emerge from several of his Combat Rover's.

General Kozlov wished that they had mounted heavy gun's on the roof's, but Kozlov had no time to have the engineers apply them, but it seemed that normal assault rifles and battle rifles were doing the job well enough... the CS 3 Tear Gas also seemed to have done its job well, seeing as out of the two to three hundred dissidents, only forty or fifty continued to charge forward.

Kozlov quickly retrieved his own slightly modded Streltsy 7.62x51mm Assault rifle from the grill bar on the side of the Rover.

Kozlov had his Streltsy rifle modded with a 4x zoom urban combat sight as well as a fore-grip and a shortened butt stock, Kozlov did not like the standard butt-stock on the Streltsy seeing as Kozlov was slightly shorter than the average Russian, but not by much, and thus the butt stock was built larger to accommodate the build of the average-height Russian.

Kozlov, now armed stood up to the roof and took aim down his 4x scope and scrolled around here and there until he spotted several rushing Horde members, so Kozlov aimed towards were they were headed and fired a short burst in an attempt to scare them off, when they did not even halt, Kozlov aimed up and fired a round, this round was aimed directly centremass of the chest and the Orc that he fired at fell down dead, the 7.62x51mm round was barely affected by the muscle and bone of the Orc and just cut right on through the body and only stopped about half a kilometer away when it finally embedded itself inside of a palm tree.

Kozlov didn't take a moment to observe the damage his round caused as he was already looking down at his next target, he guessed it was a troll from the characteristics as told to him by Anachronos, and he aimed for the upper leg of the creature and fired a round...

The 7.62x51mm FMJ round cut right through the upper leg until it embedded itself into the thy bone, the thy bone had just the right amount of strength and density to cause the round to fracture into four or five chunks, causing the Troll to suffer an unimaginable amount of pain, and ending his dash as he tumbled to the ground and shouting out gibberish that Kozlov thought would probably be cries for help in an alien tongue.

Kozlov continued to scroll around, sometimes taking potshot's into the ground in the hopes of deterring the members of the Horde, but it seemed that the Horde member's either had no idea about the power of the gun, or that they had no idea on what his forces where trying to do... prevent the loss of innocent lives, but the Horde members just shirked it off.

Kozlov had no time to get sentimental, so he quickly forced his thought's back into the situation... he spotted another Horde belligerent and took aim for the creatures left leg and let loose a single round.

The 7.62x51mm FMJ round went right through the leg muscle and tore through the bone that presented itself in the way of it's trajectory, and the round only stopped when it hit the sand of the dessert not twenty meters from the Orc.

Kozlov took his sights off of the Orc and he continued to scroll around with his sights, but he noticed that no more Horde member's continued to rush forward, instead they retreated, whilst several rushed forward towards the downed Orc that Kozlov had just shot, Kozlov then realised exactly who the Orc was, it was the same one who instigated the whole event in the first place, and the one who shouted out when Kozlov issued his demand from his Loudspeaker.

Kozlov decided to allow the Horde member's to pull away the opposing leader in the hopes that his defeat and subsequent return back would prompt tales to spread of their defeat back into the ear's of the Horde members and do either one of two things... either it would cause less subsequent attacks and cause fear of reprisal from the Slavic Federation, or it would cause the Leader or Leader's of the Horde to be attracted to Kozlov's actions and thus prompt a quick diplomatic response, something that could well be good in the long run and could thus land Kozlov into the arm's of the Horde's political situation and thereby establish diplomatic talks, something that Kozlov was partially eager to do.

The event it seemed, was now over, the only thing left to do was to gather up the injured and provide them with medical care, as well as to spray those affected with CS 3 Tear Gas with a special formula water spray mixed with a variety of chemicals that would cause the Tear Gas to fall off or whatever the scientific term for it was, and then round them up and place them in the holding cell's where they could be kept in safety, to be returned when and if there was a Diplomatic talk or talks.

Kozlov lowered his Streltsy and retrieved his Radio from his side pocket before placing to his lips.

"This is General Kozlov to Khrabrost Station, i am calling for a dispatch of several Convoy Truck's to hold and transport a number of belligerants, i also want a team of Medical professional's ready and waiting as well as several squads of soldiers, i Repeat that i want Several Convoy Truck's, a team of Medical Professionals ready for our return and several squad's of soldiers... Over!"

"Khrabrost station to General Kozlov, your order's were received, you should expect those soldiers and Convoy Trucks within the Hour, your Medical Professional's should also be ready for your return... Over!"

Kozlov sighed... it seemed that now all that needed to be done was to ensure the safety of the belligerant's and to oversee the injured... Kozlov just hoped that the Horde member's would not be too rebellious.