Elbe, a kingdom of peace and prosperity, barely even left alone by the big player in its world, Sadera, commonly referred by its title as The "Empire".
Yet it has stood as a testament of resilience, a kingdom that cannot be easily bent and broken. The Empire, having the best and the largest army in its world, struggled for every acres of land, every fiefdoms, every castles and town, to put the Kingdom under heel.
And when they do kneel, the Elbans still shines with their respected and indomitable forms, as if the war before never happened in the first place, unlike the others that was subjected to the Empire's Wars and Brutality. But this defiance meant that harsher terms are applied to the new vassal Kingdom.
Much of the kingdom's income from its taxes and its Royal properties were all used to pay up the imposed tribute. Trade laws were also meddled with by the Imperials to make sure Elbe won't get back to its previous economic status.
As far the present day goes, Elbe is doing well, the Empire rarely pays attention to them, aside from some small meddling affairs and tribute's collection. However, nothing really last forever, as the last cycle's cold winds of winter breezed its last a month ago, new stars appeared on the serene expansion of the skies above.
Tales of a war and the times of ending were whispered all across the lands. People began to frequently visit any temples they can, hoping to appease whatever God they have angered. The new stars however remained, slient and uncaring, perhaps planning, something.
And the something happened.
Large swathes of the capital city of Elbe were scorched and under fire. Many homes and buildings became unrecognisable ruins painted with black scorched marks and the blood of its people. The citadel, the most heavily defended part of the city, have its fortress blown up, some survivors says that an "angel" or a phantom dragon dropped its egg and exploded after hitting, destroying all of the castle's roof.
By now, Elbe's capital is in utter shambles, unimaginable devastation manifesting itself.
And that horrifying scene would play out to the Elban soldiers for most their lives, at least to those that would survive. Standing weary and unsure, the combined ranks of simple militiamen with spears, royal guards of the king with their halberds and better plate armor, and the knights, wearing their house's emblems and symbols alongside the Elban Black Eagle. They've halted just a kilometer south, away from the city, in an elevated small hill to watch the devastated city before.
"How many managed to get away?" King Duran, the "Lion" of Elbe asked, all geared up in his armor consisting mainly of mail and little plate with the Elban Eagle in his surcoat.
The questioned person is none other than the messenger from the city itself, who managed to escape in time before the slaughter began.
"I can't say for certain, your highness, but many managed to get away before those "creatures" used their sorcery to slaughter." he replied in a grim tone, remembering the close call of the horrors.
Duran couldn't help the mounting feeling of dread stacked against his entire being. As just a few days ago, he'd had departed from the capital to train all the gathered militia and knights away in his own castle in the expansive countryside plains. Now, he was looking at his home, destroyed, with black smokes sticking all around. But he was quite relieved that his family had came along with him to the mass training, sparing them the terrible fate that have befallen to the city.
However the reports of those "creatures" are what worries him, the messenger who "have" seen at least one of them says about their powerful weapons or magic that they have used to kill. Weapons that shoots light and sounds that of thunder absolutely decimated the City Guardians. For the most part, Duran could probably brushed these claims off, as just another mad rambling of an easily scared coward. But the sight of city's devastation, that no army or mob, no matter how sneaky they are testified against Duran's doubts. But still, true clarifications are needed, and after a forced march for over a day, his small army of around 1,500 men will go and secure the capital grounds and overwhelm whatever demons razed his kingdom's capital.
"Your highness! We've seen movements of some poeple, near the big hill just a short distance from here." a new voice, a scout in particular, in his light and mostly thick clothing instead of the usual armors common foot soldiers wore, snapped Duran out from his recollections. He turned his head into his right side, looking at hill in the distance, nodding lightly as he acknowledged the scout.
And surely just some distance away from their position, and a small distance away from the city is another large hill, a tall and steep one. And below the lower land, are what seems to be specs of small silhouettes of "people" running away from the city itself.
Knowing something is quite wrong about them, he quickly turned to his officers.
"All of you, we're heading out, we're intercepting some survivors, follow me!" he ordered in a demanding tone, which the officers on their horsebacks and on foot quickly acknowledged. Soon the Elban Army got up to a full marching speed, descending into the lower land from the hill.
Duran was now even more dreadful about the whole thing, as his guts was telling him something was wrong those "survivors". But he let his curiosity gets the better of him, he needed to know more, about this confusing and uncertain situation, as the sun slowly sets into the western horizon.
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Speaker 1: Ahem... So... let me get this straight. We've lost the planet and all connection of our installations out there?
Speaker ?: ...yes, we've failed to reconnect and restore any kinds of connection and communications with the planet, alongside a lot of scientists and researchers we've deployed, probably dead by now thanks to its harsh environment.
Speaker 1: You said there were other humans and "alter-humans" that lives there, what does this mean?
Speaker ?: So... we've theorised that this planet is supernatural, as in not something that follows the hard part of scientific laws, like this planet shouldn't be there. And we've only came up with some hypothetical explanations for it, either an alien put it here or this was made by someone trespassing Super Earth's space.
Speaker 1: Alright... your scientific exploration has taken a large sum of the much more need military budget, and you only got some... questionable results. While, what we can assume for now, a mass communication jamming attacks cuts us off from our poeple in the planet.
Speaker ?: Well, we've managed to get some valuable information and discovery, first off, we've uncovered a portal like device which can provide instantaneous form of travel, even beyond the boundaries if this universe. And also a massive deposit of E-710, altough we've concluded that there are no Terminids on this planet, the large amount of E-710 suggest something.
Speaker 1: You know, for all of your reckless decisions and slow progress of your researchs, you could be accused of treason for not providing something concrete, but we'll have a new war, and that E-710 in that planet will not go to waste and be left alone.
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Speaker 1: We must deploy a survey and decapitation force there, to make sure all these scientist's claims were indeed not fabricated.
Speaker 2: I agree, we can't just trust a potential traitor's word. A small force would suffice rather than getting thousands killed by a trap.
Speaker 3 [Mechanical: Very well, the final decision are your words, send out some Helldivers for a Special order, the survey teams would determine the worth of this planet, while the heroes, clears any opposition.
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(This file is safehanded and monitored by the Ministry of (liars( Truth, any attempts of taking or releasing this file public is a death sentence, FOR DEMOCRACY AND LIBERTY, FOR SUPER EARTH)
"Liber-tea's sake, why are we running to that hill Sarge?" Z-2, the team's veteran member, a certified medical practitioner, and the team's overanalyser, asked P-1 Paul.
"What do you mean Liber-tea's sake, you're a freaking veteran from the bot front, those bots uses guerilla, scare, and loads of suppression fire, so would have been running around dodging them. And also can you stop calling me Sarge? You're way high up the rank from mine." Paul retorted, breathing heavily as they've raced through the slowly steeping hill that he'd concluded would make a new better position. But thanks to the advanced equipments of Super Earth, most normal human limitations are easily brushed off.
"Hehe! You're still quite young and new Sarge, but you all take this job seriously and "passionately", hehe!" Z-2 snorted those words in amusement, much to Paul's annoyance.
But while Paul may find friendship and comradery with his team, one of the best experiences he'd had in his new sworn duty.
Their off duty unprofessionalism and often teasings certainly gets to the annoying phase real quick. An the fact that they dont take this duty or as they've call it "Job" seriously, with them potentially dying in the most horrific or anti climatic ways possible.
"You know, enough all of these stupidity you're making Z-2, once we get to the hilltop, we extract, and first part of the greater operation is boom... Complete." he berates Z-2, and reminding his team about the mission.
As the moments pass by, the silence made Paul uneasy and he held his dear M105 Stalwart more tightly.
"Alright, we've made it!" Z-2 screams at the top of his lungs as the team they made it uphill.
"Wait gotta check somethin... now lets see..." Paul held up his wrist to interact with the minimap, a realtime orbital view of the battlefield relatively close to him.
"Shyt! We might have some company!"
The others immediately went into alert mode, raising up their guns and standing in position.
"Heat signatures, 700 meters south!"
The team turns their ever vigilant gaze south, they were met by a large mob of people, the traitorous populace of this planet, as expected a retaliation force. At this sight, Paul remembered the fact that they have probably over extended their welcome of 25 hours worth of survey into the primitive settlement. The mob however, hurriedly took its steps approaching their position, that means only one thing, Enemy.
"Pelican-1, do you copy?" he radios the extraction craft.
"This is Pelican-1 copy, standing by for the extact." came a reply.
"Alright, Pelican-1 we need extract now, over."
"Sure thing, P-1. Pelican-1 flying down on Extract T-minus 10 minutes."
"Well boys, it seems someone's wants to get a taste of Liber-tea, lights those bastards up!"
Duran couldn't believe it. Looking at what seems to be humans at least, wearing black, white and other colors of armors trimmed with yellow and red and many more lines and a cape, with those strange weapons that the messenger describes, wielded in a crossbow fashion.
"Its them! They're the ones!" the messenger alongside him shouted with the most hateful tone ever.
"Your highness, should we come to those strangers up there and try to apprehend them?" a knight asked, prompting him to ignore the messenger's another display of madness.
"Yes, bring them or those things here, they will answer my questions." he approved the knights request, showing his intentions.
On the shouted order of the officers, the troops lined up in their disciplined and tight formation as they march against the armoured warriors up hill, to capturing them.
"Should those weirdos pose any threat to us?" a militia man, with a large shield and kettle helm asked the guy next to him.
"I don't know man, they kinda look like those Imperials that pretends to be a knight, with all the colorful armor and shyt."
"Well, we'll see what those weirdos have for u-" unfortunately for him, his words goes unfinished as he was the first casualty of the massacre.
"What the-" Ratatratarataratraratarrat
BOOOM
Tsing Tsing Tsing
The sounds of screams and metals bashing follows. In just a few seconds, hundreds of the militia men were slaughtered brutaly.
But the shock didn't last of them whatsoever.
"Shyt!!! Those monsters!!! Everyone Charge!!!" a knight shouted with all his might, riding his horse up the hill, towards those monsters.
Many knights, kept in the back followed, as the most of the militia infantry were all killed.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hur-" again their battlecries and shouts were cut off and turned into screams, as more and more fell.
"Gods! I can do it!" a lone knight managed to survive the carnage as he desperately charge up, to avenge his slaughtered comrades. Pumped up by bloodlust after seeing the slaughter, the knight aimed his lance properly to strike one of those damned demons.
But in some cruel twist of fate, his target suddenly dives out of the way, avoiding the lance. Time slowed as he tries to process the information of impossibility, yet he wouldn't have a precious minute to think about it, as a single rumble of thunder screamed, putting his world into the darkness.
"FREEDOM NEVER SLEEPS!!!"
Paul Thompson aka P-1 of the Distributor Of Democracy and its Helldiver team, roared in a passionate fury, as he empties his M105 Stalwart into the advancing tide of primitive, barbaric, and possibly retarded masses of flesh, that somehow has brains.
Alongside him are his team, unleashing their firepower to the traitors. Z-2 with his JAR-5 Dominator, unleashing shots of piercing rounds into the enemy.
"Damn, those bastards are quite tough aint they?" Z-2 commented, as more and more comes.
"Well, looks like cavalry is here boys, but not ours, someone go for suppression!" Paul barked his orders, one such guy that did so unpacked his SMG (open for any suggestions, interpretations) and unleashed its load into the charging cavalry, while Paul reloaded his Machine Gun.
Z-2 however, switched to his grenade and throws it as hard as he can, exploding the enemy's ranks, killing some and injuring a lot.
"Well, now they'll know what happens when they fvck with me and democracy." Paul slowly lifted his M105 Stalwart and steps forward ahead of the team's battle line. There he stood out and lifted his gun.
"Democracy Delivered Fvckers." he said calmly.
Lighting up his gun and slowly taking steps, many of the horse riding fvckers were mowed down. After expending all the bullets he has, he quickly tries to reach for his side arm, as a lone surviving fvcker, charged with its lance directly pointing at him, thinking quickly, he dives out of the way, narrowly escaping a certain critical injury in the most cinematic fashion ever.
Seeing this, Z-2 quickly hoist his P4 Senator Revolver and aimed at the shocked and still speeding knight, and with a simple pull, the knight was hit in his backside. The knight falls down up front to his horse, before he was ejected and feel to the ground.
"Damn, that was fvcking close!" Paul who was still down on the ground cursed.
"This is Pelican-1, we're now here for touch down."
Realizing they're so close to Victory, Paul stands up. "All right boys, extract is here! Be careful, and don't let those primates get near us, they've betrayed democracy and will be given no second chance!"
As the Pelican-1 finally was in sight and descending, Z-2 however has another idea.
"Orbital strike: Laser v" He throws it then super high, and far, landing just in the middle between them and the traitors. The beacon red then shoned, stunning the traitorous primitives. Not before long, a yellow and hot beam of light strike the area where the stratagem were thrown in.
The Primitives reeled in shock and slowly backed off as the beam continued to burn through the dirt below.
"The Pelican-1 is here, quickly let's go, we're fvcking out of ammo to deal with those guys!" Paul called out to his team as they all made their way inside.
As the laser strike stopped, the primitives could only look up to at the unknown flying craft or creature before it ascends into the stars above.
A/N:
Some spoilers ahead.
Wow! Thanks for all of your supports fellow democracy enjoyers.
Now this Fic, is definitely Super flawed (ba dum tiss).
And I'm definitely gonna blunder at writing battle scenes and especially with the switching Point of view. Cuz i really want to explore the current time reactions of the Falmartians also, but maybe i should try the canon GATE approach where its basically after the battle and no complicated dialogues.
And yes, I'm gonna involve the JSDF in this, probably later. I want to focus more on the first steps of the Helldivers in the Elban Front, where they would face a dragon eventually and also to retrieve something.
And yes, I'm planning more on how i can connect the Helldivers lore with GATE one, cuz gate isn't really just about Jsdf destroying Primitive Romans, there's actually bugs, arcahnids, whatever later, due to the portal error thing. As such maybe i can replace them with the Terminids and how Falmart natives killed them off. (Looking at the Movie Great Wall)
Meaning that apart from the Delivery of Democracy, there's also some history stuff and more background problems that our helldivers have to deal with.
Anyways, thanks again for the support, and give more of your ideas for another Helldiver OC and His/her Build.