Post by bloodtrailkiller on Jun 27, 2011 2:08:40 GMT -5
This, is the story of a final stand. A final stand of Hope, Glory, Honor, and Blood. This is the story; Of your Death.
The year was 3489, 3rd rotation of the planet Des-X Minor. The naturally cold atmosphere of the planet had been recently coated in a soft, but thick, layer of snow. The mountains piercing the atmosphere were slick with ice. And yet on this cold, desolate planet. A colony dared rise; against all odds and all conditions. They began to thrive.
Eating on what lived on the planet, they began to initiate trade routes to the far away planet that was close to the sun, the planet called 'Des-X Prime'. With the trades commencing and the colony slowly spreading, corruption had already begun. Beginning with small petty crimes such as theft, they quickly escalated to rapes and murders. In several months, when the colony almost covered a sixth of the planet, genocides and mass murders occured in the slums, while assassinations as merc work appeared in the High cities. The colony's rigid, blocky industrial design made climbing and escaping easier than eating an apple.
In response to these mass murders and genocides, the colny was issued 4 fleets, one too patrol the outer atmosphere, two to protect mid atmosphere, and one fleet of 76,000,000,000 soldiers patrolling the streets. In addition to this abrupt lockdown, the public was ordered strict laws that made the colony almost a prison.In response; Rebellions occurred. The gigantic population began to slowly out number and out maneuver the fleet. In a matter of weeks, only an eighth of the city remained under the control of the law. The faction controlling the planet began to issue reinforcements, the planet had too many valuable resources to be lost to a simple rebellion.
War had been waged. And the trade route slowly went under the control of the Rebellion. From Des-X Prime, other rebels, nicknamed 'Jumpers' began to come to Des-X Minor, and with those jumpers came weapons. And soon, the once weak rebellion, only strong in numbers, began to become a full fledged free nation. Then, the controlling faction issued biological warfare...
Bombs were dropped on major areas and the soldiers on the ground were issued the only gas masks able to handle the neuro-toxin. Billions of people died, their corpses either rotting or their heads collapsed in on itself. Soldiers were armed to the teeth with Toxic spewers and acid bombs. Despite the bombs, those who were lucky were able to gather in the one spot they all cherished, The Slum's Church. A massive gothic styled Cathedral turned fortress. Spanning roughly a mile and the tallest building in the colony, they stayed there. Waiting for the inevitable.
The Rebellion remained fighting, and they still do. Bombs slamming on their heads and gun fire slamming against the walls. It's only a matter of time...
[glow=red,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]This is How You Died[/shadow][/glow]
The year was 3489, 3rd rotation of the planet Des-X Minor. The naturally cold atmosphere of the planet had been recently coated in a soft, but thick, layer of snow. The mountains piercing the atmosphere were slick with ice. And yet on this cold, desolate planet. A colony dared rise; against all odds and all conditions. They began to thrive.
Eating on what lived on the planet, they began to initiate trade routes to the far away planet that was close to the sun, the planet called 'Des-X Prime'. With the trades commencing and the colony slowly spreading, corruption had already begun. Beginning with small petty crimes such as theft, they quickly escalated to rapes and murders. In several months, when the colony almost covered a sixth of the planet, genocides and mass murders occured in the slums, while assassinations as merc work appeared in the High cities. The colony's rigid, blocky industrial design made climbing and escaping easier than eating an apple.
In response to these mass murders and genocides, the colny was issued 4 fleets, one too patrol the outer atmosphere, two to protect mid atmosphere, and one fleet of 76,000,000,000 soldiers patrolling the streets. In addition to this abrupt lockdown, the public was ordered strict laws that made the colony almost a prison.In response; Rebellions occurred. The gigantic population began to slowly out number and out maneuver the fleet. In a matter of weeks, only an eighth of the city remained under the control of the law. The faction controlling the planet began to issue reinforcements, the planet had too many valuable resources to be lost to a simple rebellion.
War had been waged. And the trade route slowly went under the control of the Rebellion. From Des-X Prime, other rebels, nicknamed 'Jumpers' began to come to Des-X Minor, and with those jumpers came weapons. And soon, the once weak rebellion, only strong in numbers, began to become a full fledged free nation. Then, the controlling faction issued biological warfare...
Bombs were dropped on major areas and the soldiers on the ground were issued the only gas masks able to handle the neuro-toxin. Billions of people died, their corpses either rotting or their heads collapsed in on itself. Soldiers were armed to the teeth with Toxic spewers and acid bombs. Despite the bombs, those who were lucky were able to gather in the one spot they all cherished, The Slum's Church. A massive gothic styled Cathedral turned fortress. Spanning roughly a mile and the tallest building in the colony, they stayed there. Waiting for the inevitable.
The Rebellion remained fighting, and they still do. Bombs slamming on their heads and gun fire slamming against the walls. It's only a matter of time...
[glow=red,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]This is How You Died[/shadow][/glow]