Post by spartan229 on Nov 3, 2006 18:46:21 GMT -5
My first fanfic about the Sycorian empire. It failed the last time I put it up because noone posted reviews of chapter 2 
. I hope it'll do better here.
The Dragon wars.
The Year is 2AS and the Sycorian military is on full alert after the massacre of the civilian convoy at the hands (claws) of the Lung Tik Chuan Ren Empire (dragons).
Chapter 1: The great mistake
Guard post 2 on the defence perimeter of Sycor city (Sycorax’s capital), 2 days after the massacre.
“Sir we have picked up a flight of 20 unknowns on our screen!” Came the panicked cry from the corporal staffing the sensors.
Commander Vaughn noticeably stiffened at the sound of this. As a commander, he was the only one in the station who knew what had happened to the civilian convoy. “Notify the 21st interceptor squadron to launch and get the high command a copy of our data.”
“Sir? Yes sir. Notifying the high command and the 21st heavy interceptor squadron now.”
The 21st heavy interceptor squadron would only be used in a great threat, such as an enemy starship or an overwhelmingly large force of enemy fighters. It was enough simply to deploy them in the first place, let alone upon detecting 20 unknown contacts. There would have to be an interesting reason for why such events were taking place, and why the High Command should be notified of less than two dozen contacts. There was something larger taking place here that these new unknowns were only a small part of.
The 21st heavy interceptor squadron were in the middle of a meal when the order came through. A claxon sounded the threat alert and a voice came over the loud speakers.
“The 21st interceptor squadron is to launch at once, enemy contacts have been detected inbound to the city. I repeat, the 21st interceptor squadron is to launch at once, enemy contacts have been detected inbound to the city.”
“d**n and I was just getting to my desert too!” Joked James Maxwell (Yes he is the current heir to the throne of the Sycorian Empire.)
“Ok that’s enough joking around! Its time to launch and take revenge for the massacre of our citizens!” Yelled wing officer Clarke. “Get to your fighters and I don’t want to see any showboating! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”
“Sir Yes sir!” came the reply in unison from the entire 300-man squadron. (Each fighter has a crew of 6 and 50 fighters make up a squadron.)
The crews all ran to their ships and ran through the pre-flight checks.
“Flight commanders, report on your flight status.” Ordered Clarke
“Flight 1 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Flight 2 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“This is flight 3 we have a problem with one of our engines. It should be fixed in a minute.”
“d**n. We can’t afford any delays flight 3!”
“Understood sir. We should be able to fly in less than a minute.”
“Make sure you are ready John if your not you’re going to be left behind.”
“I wont be left behind sir don’t you worry about that.”
“Sir all flights are now ready to launch.” Reported a technician.
“Good. Launch all flights.”
The 21st heavy interceptor squadron launched and made their way towards the unknown contacts. As they reached visual range with their targets, John said “My god what the hell are those things?”
“I don’t know John but whatever they are they killed a lot of good men and women in that convoy and it’s our job to make sure they never do anything like it again!” Came the squadron leaders voice over the comm.
“They’ve spotted us!” Yelled John
“All fighters break and engage the targets! I repeat break formation and engage targets!”
The 50 fighters of 21st heavy interceptor squadron broke formation and took on targets of their choice. The enemy were what looked like giant snakes with small arms, wings and the ability to fly.
2 minutes later, all the dragons were dead on the ground 1km below.
“They didn’t even attempt to fight us.” Noted John
“I realised that. I hope what we did was the correct thing.” Replied the squadron leader.
The 21st were given a heroes welcome when they returned to the city. However, they could not shake the feeling that their hasty action had done more harm than good.
Chapter 2: The retribution
Upon hearing of their peace convoy’s deaths, there was uproar in the Lung Tik Chuan Ren Empires senate.
“We demand retribution for the death of our fellow citizens!” Was the cry outside the senate building by many isolationist supporters.
Inside the senate, building there was a great argument going on.
“We cannot start a war with these people. They are too powerful and we can’t blame them for what they did.” Was the shout from the Pacifist representative
“We can’t blame them? Did you hear that! We cannot blame them! Who are we supposed to blame if not those who carried out the act?” Was the cry from the Isolationist representative
“You will both check your manner! If either of you disrupts our meeting again you will be ejected from this building!” was the quiet yet forceful voice of the Emperor. The emperor was almost 2,000 solar years old and had seen many riots and two civil wars befall his beloved kingdom. “We have never before had the opportunity that we have now. If we were to act upon every action by others at face value then this empire would have fallen apart millennia ago. No there must have been a reason why they killed our envoy; we simply have yet to find it.”
“So you would have us sit by and allow our fellows to be killed and yet do nothing to gain vengeance!”
“I said you will not interrupt this meeting again! Do not do anything you may regret my child.”
“Emperor I am merely attempting to understand why you are saying we must simply sit here while our brothers’ bodies lie on the plains.”
“We will not be leaving the bodies of our envoy on the plains. We will however not attack the Sycorians.”
“Sycorians? You know what they call themselves?”
“Yes I do know what they call themselves. While you have been arguing I have been working and listening to their communications.”
“What! How did you listen to their communications, we have no technology for that.”
“If you would deem it worthy enough for your notice then you may have come to some more of these meetings. If you had come more often then you would have learned that we have discovered a means of listening to the communication channels used by these people.” Came the scornful retort of the technologist party representative.
“I am saddened to see this in my senate. Has my empire become a place of self-centred egotistic senators who are too internally dubious to think of the common good?”
The argument continued for almost 3 days until finally concluding.
“The isolationist party demands that the warriors be sent to collect the bodies of our fellows.”
“I believe that is an acceptable arrangement. See to it.”
The next day the isolationist party leader (Taka-Okami) led the soldiers who were meant to go and collect the bodies of the envoy out onto the plains surrounding the cave entrance to the city.
“You all remember what you must do correct?”
The dragons nodded. He had ordered them to attack the Sycorians city and ensure the start of a war. They took off and went to attack Sycor city.
Guard post 7 on Sycor cities defence perimeter.
“Sir we have 100 unknown contacts on the screen! Sir I think they are the same signatures that attacked us last week by guard post 2!” Cried the sergeant at the sensor station.
“Not again! Notify the 21st and high command. Tell them we may need some more reinforcements.” Ordered the commander
“Yes sir, message away! Sir high command is responding and requesting to speak with you!”
“Thank you sergeant, send it to my consol.”
“Sir it’s an Alpha level security code.”
“Alpha level? But that’s only used during wartime.”
The commander opened the message, it read:
#Message begins#
Alpha level priority message to all defence posts. We have recently discovered that the enemy who were shot down by the 21st squadron were the natives of this planet. It seems they have declared war on us although it is unclear what the reason behind this is unknown. All unknown signals to be picked up are to be treated as an attempt to attack the city and are to be treated as such. The Sycorian Empire is now at war. This is a classified message. If anyone outside he military were to learn of this the effect on morale would be disastrous.
#Message ends#
After reading, the message there is absolute silence in the guard post for several seconds. The only thing to puncture the silence was the warning bleep of the sensor station as the enemy contacts got closer.
“Well you all read the message! We are now at war! Activate all defensive systems and prepare all systems for information purge.”
There was a long pause before any answer came from the staff of the station.
“Yes sir! All classified information has been sent to the main database and purged from our system. All communications are now running encryption scheme Delta-2.” came the reply from the communication controller.
“Good, I want a report about the current position of the enemy contacts and I want it now!”
“Sir 50 of the enemy contacts have broken off and are attempting a flanking manoeuvre by going round to what looks like defence point 2.”
“Ok send this to the 21st with an attached message saying that the group going around may only be trying to retrieve their fallen comrades’ bodies.”
“Message away sir.”
Yet again, the message came through just as the 21st were starting their lunch.
“Well look at what happened again. I really wanted to finish my desert this time.” Complained John
“There has to be some sort of message in the fact that we never get to eat the desert. There just has to be.” Said the group’s conspiracy theorist AKA the squadron leader.
*Laughing* “that is one of your worse theories man.” Called out John’s navigator.
“You had to say it didn’t you! You just couldn’t go 1 day without trying to get yourself killed!”
“Well I’m sooo sorry John. Next time I’ll try not to annoy your precious leader.”
“You’re just signing your own death wish and I’m not getting you out of it this time.”
“That is enough! You have a mission to complete people and this chatter will not get it done any faster!” Came the voice of wing officer Clarke. “Now get in your planes and do your duty!”
“SIR YES SIR!” Came the uniform reply from the squadron.
The squadron all ran to their planes and ran through their pre-flight checks.
“Flight commanders, report on your flight status.” Ordered Clarke
“Flight 1 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Flight 2 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Flight 3 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Sir all flights are now ready to go.”
“Good, launch all fighters when ready.”
“You heard the man, LAUNCH!”
All the fighters launched and made for the rendezvous point by guard post 7. When they reached the guard post the enemy contacts were only 10 miles away.
“Ok is everyone here?” The squadron leader said over the comm.
“Yes sir everyone has made it to the rendezvous point. They are awaiting orders sir.” Replied John.
“Good, let’s go and kill some more enemies. Remain in formation until we are in range.”
The squadron moved into a flying V formation and sped off towards the enemy contacts.
As the 21st heavy interceptor squadron came within range of the contacts a jet of fire blasted through the sky from one of the targets and vaporised flight 39.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Yelled John
“I have no idea but it shows how much damage these things can inflict!” Came the shockingly calm reply from the Squadron leader. “Ok everyone lets break formation and engage targets at will!”
“Breaking formation sir!”
The squadron broke formation and so began the first real battle of the war.
The dragons and fighters were evenly matched and there was no clear advantage for either side.
“I’ve got one on my tail! I can’t shake it!” Shouted John
“Don’t worry I’m on my way!” Was the reply from Mitchell
“Thanks for that it was to close.”
“No problem mate just make sure to survive this”
“Oh don’t you worry about that. You just go on your way and get back to your own fight.”
The 2 fighters separated and went back into the battle. After another 5 minutes of dog fighting 20 of the dragons were dead and 15 of the 21st squadrons fighters had been destroyed.
“I’m hit! I’ve lost engine 2 and half my fighter is gone!” Came the blood curdling scream from Mitchell.
“Mitchell hold on, I’m coming!”
“I can’t keep this thing in the air much longer! Oh God it’s coming in for anoth-” the message ended in static and an explosion on the sensor screens.
“No! Mitchell!” John turned his fighter straight towards the dragon that had killed his friend. “Its time for you to bloody well die!”
Squadron leader Sandison watched as John sped towards the Dragon leader.
“John break off your attack! I said break off!”
John completely ignores him and continues his attack. Sandison watches in disbelief as the Dragon opened its mouth to blow John out of the sky and John’s rotary turrets open fire sending explosive needles into the enemies throat, before blowing up inside the Dragons body sending pieces of scale and flesh flying out. After that the Dragon forces seemed to lose their focus and were easily taken down by the remainder of the squadron.
“That was one of the most dangerous and stupid pieces of flying I have ever seen!” Yelled Sandison when they got back to base, then his face cracked into a smile. “Well done kid.”
John couldn’t believe his ears. Sandison had actually complemented him. He had complemented him.
. I hope it'll do better here.The Dragon wars.
The Year is 2AS and the Sycorian military is on full alert after the massacre of the civilian convoy at the hands (claws) of the Lung Tik Chuan Ren Empire (dragons).
Chapter 1: The great mistake
Guard post 2 on the defence perimeter of Sycor city (Sycorax’s capital), 2 days after the massacre.
“Sir we have picked up a flight of 20 unknowns on our screen!” Came the panicked cry from the corporal staffing the sensors.
Commander Vaughn noticeably stiffened at the sound of this. As a commander, he was the only one in the station who knew what had happened to the civilian convoy. “Notify the 21st interceptor squadron to launch and get the high command a copy of our data.”
“Sir? Yes sir. Notifying the high command and the 21st heavy interceptor squadron now.”
The 21st heavy interceptor squadron would only be used in a great threat, such as an enemy starship or an overwhelmingly large force of enemy fighters. It was enough simply to deploy them in the first place, let alone upon detecting 20 unknown contacts. There would have to be an interesting reason for why such events were taking place, and why the High Command should be notified of less than two dozen contacts. There was something larger taking place here that these new unknowns were only a small part of.
The 21st heavy interceptor squadron were in the middle of a meal when the order came through. A claxon sounded the threat alert and a voice came over the loud speakers.
“The 21st interceptor squadron is to launch at once, enemy contacts have been detected inbound to the city. I repeat, the 21st interceptor squadron is to launch at once, enemy contacts have been detected inbound to the city.”
“d**n and I was just getting to my desert too!” Joked James Maxwell (Yes he is the current heir to the throne of the Sycorian Empire.)
“Ok that’s enough joking around! Its time to launch and take revenge for the massacre of our citizens!” Yelled wing officer Clarke. “Get to your fighters and I don’t want to see any showboating! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”
“Sir Yes sir!” came the reply in unison from the entire 300-man squadron. (Each fighter has a crew of 6 and 50 fighters make up a squadron.)
The crews all ran to their ships and ran through the pre-flight checks.
“Flight commanders, report on your flight status.” Ordered Clarke
“Flight 1 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Flight 2 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“This is flight 3 we have a problem with one of our engines. It should be fixed in a minute.”
“d**n. We can’t afford any delays flight 3!”
“Understood sir. We should be able to fly in less than a minute.”
“Make sure you are ready John if your not you’re going to be left behind.”
“I wont be left behind sir don’t you worry about that.”
“Sir all flights are now ready to launch.” Reported a technician.
“Good. Launch all flights.”
The 21st heavy interceptor squadron launched and made their way towards the unknown contacts. As they reached visual range with their targets, John said “My god what the hell are those things?”
“I don’t know John but whatever they are they killed a lot of good men and women in that convoy and it’s our job to make sure they never do anything like it again!” Came the squadron leaders voice over the comm.
“They’ve spotted us!” Yelled John
“All fighters break and engage the targets! I repeat break formation and engage targets!”
The 50 fighters of 21st heavy interceptor squadron broke formation and took on targets of their choice. The enemy were what looked like giant snakes with small arms, wings and the ability to fly.
2 minutes later, all the dragons were dead on the ground 1km below.
“They didn’t even attempt to fight us.” Noted John
“I realised that. I hope what we did was the correct thing.” Replied the squadron leader.
The 21st were given a heroes welcome when they returned to the city. However, they could not shake the feeling that their hasty action had done more harm than good.
Chapter 2: The retribution
Upon hearing of their peace convoy’s deaths, there was uproar in the Lung Tik Chuan Ren Empires senate.
“We demand retribution for the death of our fellow citizens!” Was the cry outside the senate building by many isolationist supporters.
Inside the senate, building there was a great argument going on.
“We cannot start a war with these people. They are too powerful and we can’t blame them for what they did.” Was the shout from the Pacifist representative
“We can’t blame them? Did you hear that! We cannot blame them! Who are we supposed to blame if not those who carried out the act?” Was the cry from the Isolationist representative
“You will both check your manner! If either of you disrupts our meeting again you will be ejected from this building!” was the quiet yet forceful voice of the Emperor. The emperor was almost 2,000 solar years old and had seen many riots and two civil wars befall his beloved kingdom. “We have never before had the opportunity that we have now. If we were to act upon every action by others at face value then this empire would have fallen apart millennia ago. No there must have been a reason why they killed our envoy; we simply have yet to find it.”
“So you would have us sit by and allow our fellows to be killed and yet do nothing to gain vengeance!”
“I said you will not interrupt this meeting again! Do not do anything you may regret my child.”
“Emperor I am merely attempting to understand why you are saying we must simply sit here while our brothers’ bodies lie on the plains.”
“We will not be leaving the bodies of our envoy on the plains. We will however not attack the Sycorians.”
“Sycorians? You know what they call themselves?”
“Yes I do know what they call themselves. While you have been arguing I have been working and listening to their communications.”
“What! How did you listen to their communications, we have no technology for that.”
“If you would deem it worthy enough for your notice then you may have come to some more of these meetings. If you had come more often then you would have learned that we have discovered a means of listening to the communication channels used by these people.” Came the scornful retort of the technologist party representative.
“I am saddened to see this in my senate. Has my empire become a place of self-centred egotistic senators who are too internally dubious to think of the common good?”
The argument continued for almost 3 days until finally concluding.
“The isolationist party demands that the warriors be sent to collect the bodies of our fellows.”
“I believe that is an acceptable arrangement. See to it.”
The next day the isolationist party leader (Taka-Okami) led the soldiers who were meant to go and collect the bodies of the envoy out onto the plains surrounding the cave entrance to the city.
“You all remember what you must do correct?”
The dragons nodded. He had ordered them to attack the Sycorians city and ensure the start of a war. They took off and went to attack Sycor city.
Guard post 7 on Sycor cities defence perimeter.
“Sir we have 100 unknown contacts on the screen! Sir I think they are the same signatures that attacked us last week by guard post 2!” Cried the sergeant at the sensor station.
“Not again! Notify the 21st and high command. Tell them we may need some more reinforcements.” Ordered the commander
“Yes sir, message away! Sir high command is responding and requesting to speak with you!”
“Thank you sergeant, send it to my consol.”
“Sir it’s an Alpha level security code.”
“Alpha level? But that’s only used during wartime.”
The commander opened the message, it read:
#Message begins#
Alpha level priority message to all defence posts. We have recently discovered that the enemy who were shot down by the 21st squadron were the natives of this planet. It seems they have declared war on us although it is unclear what the reason behind this is unknown. All unknown signals to be picked up are to be treated as an attempt to attack the city and are to be treated as such. The Sycorian Empire is now at war. This is a classified message. If anyone outside he military were to learn of this the effect on morale would be disastrous.
#Message ends#
After reading, the message there is absolute silence in the guard post for several seconds. The only thing to puncture the silence was the warning bleep of the sensor station as the enemy contacts got closer.
“Well you all read the message! We are now at war! Activate all defensive systems and prepare all systems for information purge.”
There was a long pause before any answer came from the staff of the station.
“Yes sir! All classified information has been sent to the main database and purged from our system. All communications are now running encryption scheme Delta-2.” came the reply from the communication controller.
“Good, I want a report about the current position of the enemy contacts and I want it now!”
“Sir 50 of the enemy contacts have broken off and are attempting a flanking manoeuvre by going round to what looks like defence point 2.”
“Ok send this to the 21st with an attached message saying that the group going around may only be trying to retrieve their fallen comrades’ bodies.”
“Message away sir.”
Yet again, the message came through just as the 21st were starting their lunch.
“Well look at what happened again. I really wanted to finish my desert this time.” Complained John
“There has to be some sort of message in the fact that we never get to eat the desert. There just has to be.” Said the group’s conspiracy theorist AKA the squadron leader.
*Laughing* “that is one of your worse theories man.” Called out John’s navigator.
“You had to say it didn’t you! You just couldn’t go 1 day without trying to get yourself killed!”
“Well I’m sooo sorry John. Next time I’ll try not to annoy your precious leader.”
“You’re just signing your own death wish and I’m not getting you out of it this time.”
“That is enough! You have a mission to complete people and this chatter will not get it done any faster!” Came the voice of wing officer Clarke. “Now get in your planes and do your duty!”
“SIR YES SIR!” Came the uniform reply from the squadron.
The squadron all ran to their planes and ran through their pre-flight checks.
“Flight commanders, report on your flight status.” Ordered Clarke
“Flight 1 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Flight 2 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Flight 3 reporting in, all fighters are good to go.”
“Sir all flights are now ready to go.”
“Good, launch all fighters when ready.”
“You heard the man, LAUNCH!”
All the fighters launched and made for the rendezvous point by guard post 7. When they reached the guard post the enemy contacts were only 10 miles away.
“Ok is everyone here?” The squadron leader said over the comm.
“Yes sir everyone has made it to the rendezvous point. They are awaiting orders sir.” Replied John.
“Good, let’s go and kill some more enemies. Remain in formation until we are in range.”
The squadron moved into a flying V formation and sped off towards the enemy contacts.
As the 21st heavy interceptor squadron came within range of the contacts a jet of fire blasted through the sky from one of the targets and vaporised flight 39.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Yelled John
“I have no idea but it shows how much damage these things can inflict!” Came the shockingly calm reply from the Squadron leader. “Ok everyone lets break formation and engage targets at will!”
“Breaking formation sir!”
The squadron broke formation and so began the first real battle of the war.
The dragons and fighters were evenly matched and there was no clear advantage for either side.
“I’ve got one on my tail! I can’t shake it!” Shouted John
“Don’t worry I’m on my way!” Was the reply from Mitchell
“Thanks for that it was to close.”
“No problem mate just make sure to survive this”
“Oh don’t you worry about that. You just go on your way and get back to your own fight.”
The 2 fighters separated and went back into the battle. After another 5 minutes of dog fighting 20 of the dragons were dead and 15 of the 21st squadrons fighters had been destroyed.
“I’m hit! I’ve lost engine 2 and half my fighter is gone!” Came the blood curdling scream from Mitchell.
“Mitchell hold on, I’m coming!”
“I can’t keep this thing in the air much longer! Oh God it’s coming in for anoth-” the message ended in static and an explosion on the sensor screens.
“No! Mitchell!” John turned his fighter straight towards the dragon that had killed his friend. “Its time for you to bloody well die!”
Squadron leader Sandison watched as John sped towards the Dragon leader.
“John break off your attack! I said break off!”
John completely ignores him and continues his attack. Sandison watches in disbelief as the Dragon opened its mouth to blow John out of the sky and John’s rotary turrets open fire sending explosive needles into the enemies throat, before blowing up inside the Dragons body sending pieces of scale and flesh flying out. After that the Dragon forces seemed to lose their focus and were easily taken down by the remainder of the squadron.
“That was one of the most dangerous and stupid pieces of flying I have ever seen!” Yelled Sandison when they got back to base, then his face cracked into a smile. “Well done kid.”
John couldn’t believe his ears. Sandison had actually complemented him. He had complemented him.
