UED Jupiter Frontline
"Shit there's too many of them!" A pilot beside me screamed as his plane was burned into a inferno.
I gripped the control stick of my wraith fighter as I dodge the absurd amount of missiles laser fire that rained at my former location.
But I saw several missiles trailing behind me.
'Homing variation!?' I screamed mentally as I released flares to distract the missiles.
Some joined the bait, but the rest were hot on my heel.
I found a stray asteroid and flew under it with inches above my cockpit. And the missiles exploded behind me.
I breathe a sighed of relief.
I glance at my sides as I saw the battle being waged above earth and around us.
The orbit above earth was filled with ships beyond my understanding... I know several of my surviving squadron was in that hellstorm of a grinder.
I saw my sister ship of my carrier fleet is smashed right through by a ship bigger than our produced ship, and it dealt with uncaring of the rows of ships that was turned into a bowling pins..
Our Battlecruisers rained their Yamato cannon nonstop that it burned out their firing mechanism..
The Battlestation above earth was firing railguns non-stop and the tracers of their point defense is firing blindly, chasing mechs and fighter that swarming it.
It had battle scars and the damage was accumulating.
I gritted my teeth. But inwardly I knew the truth.
We are losing and fast.
The minefields delayed the enemies. But they sent these robotic ships served as decoy and torpedoes to detonate what we painstakingly to delay them.
They began flooding into Earth space.
Their arrival was located near Jupiter orbit.
It had given us time to intercept them
And the elites of the UED was sent to kick the first wave off... Suffering heavy casualties.
I took part in the second reinforcements.
Racking up the kill count.. believing that it was over... Just a hundred of this pizza slices that taken down several of our ships.
We thought that... It was over...
Until more ships teleported into Mars and begun landing troops on the surface of it. Bypassing our defensive lines.
And it was the bigger than the fleet that first breached it.
And as some of the defenders went to reinforce Mars. More came...
Now at Moon, Saturn... And attacked earth.
As more and more ships were dispersed.
Then the real invasion had begun.
This time... They arrived at the same location with bigger numbers and ships.
And we were overwhelmed.
They made a pincer movement. As the ships that bypassed our defensive grids... They expanded their landing grids to connect their arrivals. And the fleets and defenses that was in the way... I could only pray that it was quick.
We were given a order of surrender...
Some were on the fence about it, but we're gunned down by their superiors.
Each of the earlier fleets began to grow, like this sol System a canvass of paper and they were like the tear from a bear claw that is stretching bigger.
We... Believed that we can handle this wave...
Our communication became more static... As if these enemies have the means to distorted our communication.
The more fine dialogues reached to us.
"Hold on... The UED would never surrender!"
Or "Help is on the way!"
But we at the front knew it the most...
It was impossible to reinforce all the places that surrounded earth.
They were madman or genius as they forces us to stretched out defensive lines to the point that it was impossible to support it without it being overrun.
And with more and more breaches of their arrival in different locations, is showing that the leader of this fleets... Or maybe more...
They taken either a great interest of earth or want to destroy it.
We are stretched beyond reinforcement limits.
I shudder as I gripped the control stick.
The battle have insane. Battlelines were being destroyed and rushed by the sheer numbers.
I gulped the fear down my throat as I moved my wraith into the battle fray. I checked the ammunition.
31% for my laser and only 6 missile left...
After that... I have only the final option to use my craft as ammunition.
I found one of the enemy planes.
It was a fighter... How does it even move with that shape... It's more like a flying brick.
I pressed my trigger and the plane dodge with such swiftness from the firing arc.
I was surprised of the agility for a flying brick, but I have a target to kill.
Two missile managed to briefly lock onto the target.
I could see the missile trail chasing the flying brick. I felt somewhat amused that I am doing the same thing to the pilot.
But I shook my thoughts as I followed after the plane. The missiles ran out of propellant and I forced to use the lasers on my side.
Another trigger was pressed and a series of laser rained upon the target.
I glance at the ammunition charge.
29%, 24%,20%, 17%
I aimed the targeting sights and these Damm energy shields is making my shots meaningless.
When I saw the plane shield cracked, I saw a chance. As I about to pressed the last of my ammunition, missile aimed from below my plane, right at my Blindspot.
I saw the console went dead and I realized it was a EMP missile.
I struggle at the trigger as it refused my commands.
"Damn it, move it!" I yelled as I kicked the thruster pedal.
But the plane went silent.
I saw something approached my planet ..
It was a mech that attacked our space station. And it was armed with a comically large bazooka. It grabbed my plane. I felt the tremor as it grapple into my craft hull. I saw my weapon hardpoints were crippled by the giant hand.
I took note of its figure, it was like a human shaped, strapped in tank threads across the body and painted in black. A perfect camouflage. The key feature is that it held a single monochrome eyes. And I felt fear from staring at it.
A communication was heard.
"You are now a prisoner of the Celestial Imperium. And any acts futher would be designate you as a combatant.
I shrugged. There was no way I can fight back anyway. As the wraith came to life, I found structural damage to the thrusters as well. Can't even make a suicide bombing.
I was dragged to one of their ships.
It was big... Too big.
What we fought at the start was just... Too small...
I saw plenty of our wrecks is being carried off by these mechs. Some sustained more heavier damage. Guess I was the lucky one.
We reached to the hangar. And I saw what waited for us.
Several tanks and a bunch of smaller mechs waited us, along with contingent of armed soldiers in metal barricade.
Their barrels aimed at my plane, ready to shred the Cockpit if I tried something funny.
I glance at my side.
All I had is the service sidearm pistol, used against the wilderness... Not this... Welcoming party? And even if I did, that giant mech that Is holding my plane would simply crush me instead.
Going against that? I shrugged.
Even those that have a head, it was lost from the beginning.
Might as well surrender to them.
I was dragged out of the cockpit and I simply dropped my gun. After exiting my cockpit, I found the ceiling of the hangar got automated defenses that is hidden from my screen ready to shred me. And having tanks in The hangar was like a warning, they have still the capacity to send tanks for the prisoners like me to be shredded apart.
I was given the handcuffs and escorted to depth of this ship belly. I glance around and saw my plane was jettisoned from the hangar and it repeated once more. And all I find is soldiers, soldiers and more soldiers... As if there was no end, even if I wanted to escape... Can I truly even escape?
Some machine playing chess with one of the crew, or in a mess hall that the food was freshly made, and people eating there, as if there was not even a war outside.
I smell the food lingered from the hallway... Roasted turkey, apple pies, and gravy... There was even wine in the mix of smell.
I drool a bit... All I remember was the flavored nutrients bars, and protein jelly, because of the rationing of resources... I was considered lucky to have that, because the ground forces had only nutrient paste and they taste like shit.
I found myself in a cell block that is filled with people like me and given clothes.
And after they shove me into the cell.
They silently handed me a prison tray that consists of plastic cup of water, with burger and fries, couple of crackers and a apple.
They never gave me fork and spoon... much less, knife.
I can hear the complaints beside my cells, but to me... It didn't matter. My duty is done. And even if we did prison break. The amount of soldiers and defenses, there's no way we could escape. Especially in a place that is deep within the ship.
Might as well just eat my meal and sleep it off...
When was the last time I did sleep?
Later, I found the wall next to my bed slid down and shown a screen. It shown a red headed man with a mustache.
"Greetings, I am Alexander Solair, High Lord of the Celestial Imperium, that is housed in the Koprulu Sector, if you are now seeing this, that means that you are a prisoner of war."
"Why did you invaded us!" I yelled.
"I didn't start the fire Captain. Your government did by invading my borders and proclaimed it as liberation. And I am bringing it back and liberate Earth from the UED."
"We were fine without your invasion!" I wanted to yell out.
But the man before me talked me down.
I glance at the rest of my nearest cell mates
And they also see the same man and they have different emotions.
He spoke, diverting my attention to the screen.
"Did you? When the UED Expedition disappeared from earth, did your life gotten better? When I arrive at the fringes of UED territory, all I see is people living in poverty in colonies that UED proclaimed as its guardians and gathering resources to feed the UED core world. Tell me... Then Captain... What did you see the picture before you?"
A set of picture and videos was shown of the people was thankful of their liberation..
Scenes of Soup kitchens and field medics was meant for the civilians.
There was rebuilding in the territories they controlled.
"Why would we wished to harm humanity?"
I stared at the screen.
"While the UED sent its Armada to reaped the resources to feed a bulging population, that it was unable to colonize other places, we had the technology to do so, I would have been stood as a equal... But your government looked at me as a slave, to used what I had to painstakingly built to feed the elites...
I heard there was a brother of yours in the UED Expedition..."
"Don't you dare !" I really wanted to lash out to this indifferent person
He smiled
"Relax, he's under my care as a pow and started working his trade as a plumber, he is a valuable to me alive than he is dead. Had we didn't got to him first, the Zerg would had devoured him on char.
I paled...
"What about my remaining family?" I weakly asked. The man hold the life or death of my family.
"Depends, if the UED conscript them. That is their problem, but rest assured, Captain they are not.. We would conquer Earth long before the next conscription."
"What about us?"
"It was inevitable that we lost our men in combat, but that's life, we win some and we lose some... You and the people capture in this ship, after the war, you will be observed and placed a tracker, after 5 years, if you are on good parole, you will be given the amount of what the UED paid you for the year in the duration of the conflict in our currency."
"This is more like a hotel than a prison then?" I said. Surprised that they are willing to pay me of the payroll of what the UED did.
"If this is what you called heaven... I shudder what you called hell. Anyway the screen is for you to see what is happening outside your little "hotel" captain."
After that meeting, I watched screen from the outside. It show live reports on the ground. And the situation on the battlefield.
They claimed it was to show the authentication of the war.
I called it bullshit but... After seeing the colonies...
I question my allegiance.
Everyday I got the same bloody burger until I had some variation of a turkey with cheese sandwich or apples.
I watched as the battlefield already confirmed on the ground of earth.
I sighed. At least I got my last paycheck.
One of the screen shows me of a planet that is interesting...
New Beginnings, it was called. Said to consists of refugees from the former Confederacy... Maybe, after checking my family is alive... I would check that place, and bring my family there.
I could use a perspective outside my way of thinking.
- CPT Lea Rodney, Wraith Leader of Screaming Eagles captured at Jupiter front.
Mars
Run... That was my thoughts.
Explosion and god knows how many strafing runs we witness it today?
I, Wes Clive of UED marine corps, will not die in this dusty rock! I am a protagonist! And I have plot armor!
A explosion occured behind my trench and I fell flat on my face. I think I felt my butt of my power armor is broken
"Having fun in the dirt Wes?! You got lots of time eating Mars dirt huh? Wow that explosion did a number on you and your ass is looking prettty.. your new nickname must be Buttpatch, provided if we live through this!" A voice above my head and I glance up. Windsor Twynam...
"Very funny Crackhead!"
It was my partner since birth, been through with me through thick and thin... And I called him Crackhead because he messed up his power armor in boot camp and it stuck.
He knelt beside me as he grinned at my dirt eating face.
Several of my platoon is firing their gauss rifle at the enemy planes and some of them got pounded into pieces.
"Come on! We have another strafing run incoming!" Crackhead yelled as he dragged me to a bunker entrance that lead underground.
Those flying bricks began their strafing run.
Their laser and auto cannon managed to pierced the unlucky fools...
More explosion and the minefields we painstakingly build for three days, erupted into a explosion.
Some of the intact mines landed at our location and blown up.
I breathe a cold air as I saw one of them giant monsters in the distance, busy sending a trenchline with its giant flamethrower, as it walked towards the trenchlines. And I saw some idiot firing at that thing.
"What the fuck are you doing private!" I yelled at the rookie that would alert the monster location.
"Shooting the enemy! Sir!" The private yelled.
I looked at mechanical monstrosity and thanks to that idiot... It have its full undivided attention to our position... And it opened fire from its giant auto cannon and blasted the rookie, and all I see is his lower body that collapse down, and its now walking towards our position with a flamethrower.
"Fuckkkk!" I run away from the line with Crackhead.
"Why are you running!"
"We don't have firepower to deal that thing!"
The familiar sound of Cruicio artillery rained upon our former location. Raining shells on this monster that was chasing us.
I felt a sighed of relief, until I groaned.
As I looked at the distance of the Artillery nest.
And a giant beam of light rained on the artillery position and glassed the joint.
I heard a scream and I found one of the female medics found herself in the flame path of these metal monster. I know there's no way that a power armor can handle that heat.
"Don't do it man... Don't be a bloody hero!" Crackhead spoke.
"Nah, I win." I rush as fast as my power armor could reach and managed to get the medic away from the flaming path.
"Thanks..." She spoke.
I took a look at her face and she was... Hot?
She is blond and had green eyes... Reminds me of my Irish grandma.
"What's your name?" She spoke.
"Heh, Names Wes Clive..." I sheepishly spoke.
A explosion nearby broke our atmosphere.
Crackhead held a analog phone.
"Come on brother! We got orders, this trenchline is goner! We are to regroup at the 56th line!"
We three rushed towards the backend.
But before we could regrouped.
One of these giant fell down from the sky before us. And I could hear the mass of the soldiers barreling towards us, and that bloody giant tanks that have that many guns is closing around us.
And as I heard the Damm bloody whistle, I raised my hands.
Me and Crackhead over here had was empty gauss guns and our grenades ran out.
And the medic already ran out of energy to heal us.
I heard the Imperium is kind to prisoners as long as we didn't commit a war crime?
As these supposed Techpriest approached us and shut down our suits, we were given handcuffs as we are being escorted to a detention cells in the enemy lines.
These gasmaskers... They give me the shivers as I can't tell from what they are feeling from their primitive mask...
But at least we are alive...
This is not the end for us... I think?
- sergeant Wes Clive "Buttpatch" 12th regiment of the UED Marine Corps -Apprehended
- lieutenant Windsor Twynam "Crackhead" 12th regiment of UED Marine Corp -Apprehended
- Medic Anita Barton of the 7th division of the UED medical Corps - Apprehended
Fun note:
Pizza slices: Acclamator (or you prefer nachos?)
Flying brick: Either a Astartes Thunderhawk or a Imperial Navis Thunderbolt fighter, to outside, they are flying bricks.
(A/n): Sometimes I wonder if the world is cruel or is it society is the cruel one?
When you are a kid, you never knew the problem of a adult... The horrors that haunt you everyday.
Like your bills and loans. Now is it more like a slave labor in disguise as civility?
The way I look at things, we didn't destroy monarchy during the French revolution... The Ideology didn't died, it mutated, picked up from the ashes and twisted it.
Noticed that instead of equality, we became serfs to consume for our corporate overlords? That every contract signed, is akin to a slave contract? The Elites is just Kings without the responsibility and blood that is ordained by a higher entity, now the blood is for the bastards nepo babies??
That this world is like a modernized monarchy, where the Politicians, bureaucrats and bankers are nobility, the corporations are just slave traders and presidents are kings?
Were we given a illusion? That we had the power to shift our destiny? That our voice meant something?
While the west is whining about their gender is a social construct, and their 151 pokemon genders alphabet. And their brats in their ipad and reparations.
I seen the civil war in Myanmar on the ground when I did my smuggling. And nobody gave a shit. Africa got conflict with farmer nobody gave notice? United Nations is a bloody joke. Words don't meant jack shit.
All they did is wag their fat elitist finger and did nothing.
Might as well just dismantle the organization since its just money laundering for the government to lobbying.
What it represents now is forced equality. Where countries think they could share similar ideas died in the 70s.
What broke me there and question my beliefs of the God above, my ideology, is that I found Children that is born from child prostitution. They only mimicked what their mothers did. Praying to a unseen god that hates their very existence. They were born in a world that hates them. A product of a sin.
I wondered, where was god, when the child had taken innocence by a man god knows how many times older than me.
He didn't save them...
And those religious hypocrites, holier than thou would definitely try to kill the children to justify that their god did no wrong. And protecting fiction characters depiction of it.
Shows me that god is dead...
Society is using his corpse and bash others, to justify their actions of immorality. Spreading their scriptures and did not understand the meaning of it.
Modern Christianity is a bunch of cultist, praying to god because of their consequences. Women proclaimed that their born again Christian after they been sleeping with hundreds of men?
Tell me... If the supposed woke or the freaks behind it is gone, would you abandoned the religion, just as people did during the sexual liberation that said Sex is their new god?
The west have fallen. And the Christianity failed to adapt to modern situations.
How can you forgive a cheater, when one have only fans that let million to look at her?
How can you forgive a sinful woman that thinks abortion is a human right and have three since highschool?
What can you provide to the boys and men that are lost in this society that blame for their very existence? Where media and society blames constantly instead of providing solutions.
The west need a new mythos.
The one that is forged to withstand the horors that is coming soon.
Christianity is a mythos, but a aged one that unable to keep up in the modern era. Where it would be discarded the moment the danger is gone.
Otherwise, you will head to a world that is darker than where I lived in.
Britain is leading the way. So much for liberty huh?
Funny, pastors came through that hellhole of Myanmar and gave the word of god. And those mothers of these children desperately praying for that false hope, now I found a bunch of kids in the local black market at their borders. Each got a price tag and desperation.
Where is the Actual Human right group? The Feminist that scream for equality? The CPS?
Bunch of hypocrites and whine from the comfort of their homes.
Funny, how women want men dead, screaming men to die in Afghanistan again because Afghanistan women is abused by the native men.
There is no god from where I saw in that place... I had no power, there is no way a low grunt like me would tell them to stop, especially I'm on a payroll by monsters above me, even if I did.. it would just delay the inevitable of just half a day only. I know children that is like, what I saw is still there in other parts of the border.. more would be sold. And more would be in the garbage dumpster with their organs removed. Or tossed in the sidewalk to beg for money while their supposed parents are quite high on being drugged. They could had better lives, they would had been in school. Finding love or going out with their families... All I see is dead fish eyed kids.
It take a idiot to be a liberal thinking that the world can be stop by words alone.
It will force a man to delve in the underworld to become jaded of the reality before him.
I am not some hot-blooded idiot, I know if I did such a thing, I wouldn't never write this today.
If a liberal and socialist told me about their hypocrite equality and the profit is for the people? I tossed them into that hellscape that they created and see if "words would solve violence." Most probably they would be shot, or get Ransom, then get shot and harvest their organs.
But in reality we all have strings around us? Faceless clowns performing on a stage at a hollow masses that demand entertainment?
Sometimes I understood why my supposed friends took the easy way out.. wanting to be with purpose but society already shafted them to be just a cannon fodder. Our words have no say in a game that is filled with elites
Isekai is seems be appealing, because why would you go back? A life of suffering? A never ending grind that never end with no social security waiting for you in the end?
That why that genre is popular, because it's a form of escapism. Escapism from this godforsaken hell of a society.
Where in Isekai genre, the character is able fulfill their life, they had purpose, they had someone that needed them, or some op cheats that they wanted.
When you look back to your old life. What benefits is there?
Not implying that you join the dead. In real life, there is only one life.
There is no other worlds. Just pure oblivion.
No god would even want to pick any one of us... Unless we are its entertainment.
Spoke to a guy in Birmingham in his live recording today. A Homeless Vet in the Army, cheerfully trying to keep his morale up.
Wandering the Birmingham park, and there a weird looking bull statue painted in pink triangles.
I would understand if it's the just a regular bronze bull, but why is it painted so abstract... Saw the fight club nearby. Kinda small.
£4.90 for a small matcha latte drink? I feel bad man...
Back to the book.
Crackhead and Buttpatch is supposed to be the OC characters from Carbot Animations.
My favorite Marine goofballs.
They were supposed to be part of Raynor Raiders and former Confederate soldiers that been through hell, and Crackhead earn his signature crack helmet when Tassadar sacrifice himself to blow up the Overmind and Buttpatch had his ass ripped by a Zergling in char.
But sending them to UED is more funny.
These version would play a important role...
And end up just... Like their original.
Editor, what do you mean a Zerg Infestor is playing stock market and taken money? 50 yuan bonds I got gone down to 5??
That's not part of the script?
Not the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Yeah.... Infesting the finances..
It's that irony of politician having insider trading?