Chronicles of the Empire (R)

[Atoragon]

does anybody ever really read the "employee hand books" that they are given when they start a job?

Never have. Prolly never will.

 

[amelia_tomashi]

Oh come now...bwahahaha!
Were not here to cause you grief...!
heheheheh

But, you prolly should read that book mr. navy man.

 

[ViceEmpress]

But, you prolly should read that book mr. navy man.

she is right....

 

[Charles Chimag]

girls out number you on this....sorry

Ahem!

A new person sounds interesting, but I think that Gryphus has the power to reject weapons.

 

[Atoragon]

Ahem!

A new person sounds interesting, but I think that Gryphus has the power to reject weapons.

*pats head* Good Boy

 

[ViceEmpress]

no... he does not....she has senority....
sorry mr angels pimp

 

[amelia_tomashi]

Hurt.

Bah, we're just messin' with the General...Tis fun.

 

[ViceEmpress]

yes yes he is

 

[amelia_tomashi]

To clarify, twas a joke. Give her whatever job you want.

 

[Atoragon]

Okay, it's hear. And finally a trip home.



Entry 16: Home Sweet Home My Ass, We’ve Got A Catfight On Our Hands…

Screams of pain echoed throughout the lower bowels of the Gotengo as soldiers tried desperately to gain control of the now shrunk (by means of the matter re-arranger) Megaguirus. While adding the mind-control probe was a success, it would take a while for Megaguirus’s brain to accept the signals, and until then, they had to keep her from tearing the Gotengo apart from the inside out.

Gryphus sat in his captain’s chair, rubbing his temples, trying to focus out the racket coming from below decks. He desperately waited for a message he feared would never come. How come it always is things come when you don’t want them and don’t come when you do? The General was shook out of his revelry as the buzzer on the communications panel chimed.

“What now?” Gryphus inquired to the lieutenant manning the station.

“The newly constructed battlecruisers Essex and Loréné have just arrived from Earth.”

“It’s damn about time. Have the Essex attack Osea and the Loréné attack Yuktobonia. We’re going back to Earth to visit our families for the first time in a long time…”

- - - - -

“All hands prepare for Gotengo docking,” announced over the loudspeakers of the Hresvelgr. Personnel gathered around the view windows to watch the delicate operation of docking the two massive space vehicles. Even one centimeter off could cause one hell of a headache. Fortunately, nothing went wrong as the two went together like puzzle pieces.

As the crew stepped off, the lack of changes was noticed. The air still had that slight filtered smell, the floors still were impeccably cleaned, and Kim was still locked back up in her closet.

“Welcome back, master,” Kiryu greeted as Gryphus stepped off.

“Always nice to be home,” Gry replied as he accepted Kiryu’s offer at a handshake. “Although you could probably work on loosening your grip at a time like this.”

“Oh… sorry, master.”

“And you can quit it with the “master”. I think you’ve earned your sta-”

“Hey, guys!” Gry looked over his shoulder to see whom the unfamiliar voice was. It was a shorter Asian lady, with her hair dyed orange. It was then he noticed she wasn’t wearing an ESUN uniform. Gry wheeled the rest of the way around, whipping out his pistol as he went and pointed at her head.

“What is a civilian doing on this command center?” he demanded.

“I’m not a civilian, I’m in the Empire.”

“A likely sto-”

“Master, she’s telling the truth. This is Yakasha. She’s a personal advisor to the Empress that was added while you were away...”

“So Amelia finally got someone that’s allowed to question her calls when she’s having one of her blonde moments? It’s about damn time… But why isn’t she in uniform?”

“Some… strings were pulled, as you might say.”

“Alright…” Gry returned his sidearm to its holster. “Welcome, I guess.”

“Oh, such disrespect,” Yakasha mused. “Your robot friend there forgot to mention that I’m at a higher rank than you…”

“What in hell is she talking about, Kiryu?”

“Well, umm… After seeing your initial reaction, I didn’t feel it was the right time to tell you the ocean of estrogen around our island of testosterone grew…”

“You mean my island. You’re an ‘it’. Robots don’t have genders.”

“But I have adopted a masculine voice and mentality.”

“Urgh… I don’t care… I’m going to my office…”

- - - - -

A few hours later…

“General, come quickly! Ranpha and Vice are going to get into a fight!”

“What the hell? They can’t even go one day without fighting. What in hell is it about?”

“Apparently they’re having an argument over whose fighting style is better.”

“Holy hell. If those two are going to get into a fight, why can’t it be over a less trivial little problem? Okay, fine, let’s go. If we can’t break it up, we should at least see the show.”

Gryphus followed the soldier who had informed him to the throne room. By the time they had got there, a crowd had already gathered in a circle around the two combatants, making it so you couldn’t see them at all. Luckily, Kiryu cleared a path through the horde, giving Gryphus a chance to see. Indeed, Ranpha and Vice were locked in a stare down.

“I know my fighting abilities are better,” Vice spat. “Why else would I have been appointed Vice Empress and personal bodyguard of the Empress?”

“Oh, please,” Ranpha retorted. “The only reason you are her bodyguard is because you two were life-long friends! If I were around at the time, I’d obviously have your job!”

“Why, you *****!” Vice launched herself at Ranpha, tackling her. The two rolled around on the ground, trying to get the upper hand against the other.

“Master, shouldn’t we try to break this up?” Kiryu inquired.

“How ‘bout you shut the hell up and get me some popcorn instead…”

“Yes, master…”

The soldiers watched and cheered. Half of them didn’t know, or really cared, who won, just as long as something got torn. The combatants were pushed to there fullest potential, using every form of martial arts they knew, even ***** slapping, but every hit was parried.

Kiryu returned with the popcorn and a pair of recliner, which with his immense strength, he easily held above his head. The girls were still attempting to beat the **** out of each other, but neither could get an upper hand, that is, until Vice was able to catch Ranpha’s ankle during an attempted roundhouse kick. Vice used all her strength to toss Ranpha into a nearby column. The Angel slumped to the ground, coughing spontaneously, the air knocked out of her.

“Had enough, *****?”

“Naw, I’m just getting started. Rather, scratch that. I think it’s time to finish this.”

“Agreed.”

“Lightning Kick!”/ “Phoenix Vento Blastica!”

The two lunged at each other, preparing their final strikes. Ranpha’s leg began to arc with electrical energy and Vice’s fist became enshrouded in a whistling tornado. The two lashed out, each of their strikes hitting the others. As they connected, the forces exploded like a thunderstorm. Ranpha and Vice were thrown back the way they came and sent sprawled across the ground. The force had knocked them both out of it and neither could gain the strength to get off the ground.

“Looks like a draw…” Kiryu mused.

“Yeah… now get me some more popcorn before Round 2 starts…”

“I doubt that’ll ever happen. They’re out of it…”

“So neither’s style reigns supreme?”

“I guess so…”

 

[Atoragon]

New Section

Okay, I have added an illustration section onto the first post. It should help you visualize these complex ideas we're throwing around here, although there's only one pic there now. But don't worry! More shall be added when the artists (myself, amelia_tomashi, ViceEmpress) get them done. If the list gets too long, I'll probably move it over to the Drawing Board, but that might not be for a while.

 

[ViceEmpress]

ok so hmmm..... i really could have beat the snot out of her... i just didnt want to destroy the whole room.....pluse there were people around....sooo



PS
i LOVED this entry

 

[ViceEmpress]

blahhhhhhh

post 17!!!!


nowww

 

[Atoragon]

Down, Vice... Tis here, now...

Entry 17: Sweet Victory and Bittersweet Revenge

The Hresvelgr was alive with action as the crew prepared to launch the Gotengo, but one among them was not quite as eager to get the ship underway. Kiryu felt as if all honor he ever had had been stripped away from him in an instant. What had been done angered him to the core, and it would not go unpunished.

“Charles…” the mech seethed as he made his way to the airlock. Yes, yet again the teenage fan fiction writer from Texas had managed to piss off someone within the Empire. This time, he had written that, first, Kiryu’s plasma sword was taken from him, which pissed the mech off enough, but then he wrote about how Kiryu had struck himself with the sword. This was the straw that broke the camels back.

The first door to the airlock slid shut behind Kiryu, but he didn’t wait for the second door to open. He punched the control panel for the second door as hard as he could. The box crumpled and the doors slid open as the circuits were crossed. Kiryu lit up his rockets and launched himself at the Earth below.

- - - - -

“What do you mean we’re not going with you?!”

“I’m sorry, Ranpha,” Gryphus replied. “I need the Angel Team to assist our forces on Aegis overthrow the countries on the Anean continent.”

“And what about you? You’re probably going to go running straight into one helluva war.”

“I assure you I’m only going on a scouting mission,” Gryphus blatantly lied.

“Is that so?” asked Mint, who was standing right beside Ranpha, as she stared intently at the screen on her PDA. “According to the muster list for the Gotengo, you have enough soldiers and ammunition to fight three wars.”

“I’m always prepared for anything.”

“Then, I’ll ask again, why aren’t we coming?”

“I need you at Aegis and I’m compensating for you being gone.”

“Why don’t you send the compensation forces to Aegis, then?”

“Look, Ranpha, those are your orders. Deal with them. If you argue anymore, you’ll be court-martialled, and trust me, you don’t want to know how I do my court-martials.”

“No, I want to know.”

“Standard procedure usually entails feeding the soldier to be court-martialled to either Phil or Doomfire. Occasionally, I might let Kiryu torture them to a near death state, then feed them to either Phil or Doomfire.”

“Ohh… umm… I understand my orders to their full extent, sir!” Ranpha, followed at a small distance by Mint, snapped a quick salute before dashing off towards the Gumrak-class missile destroyer, Pitomik, the ship that was destined to take the Angels and Vice to Aegis. The stress was getting to the General as he meandered in a small circle, rubbing his eyes.

“Why do you persist in lying to them?” Yakasha inquired as she stopped next to the General.

“I can’t let them know where I’m going. I can’t let them know that I’m going to invade their home world, Transvaal. I can’t let them know that their friends and family may possibly be killed by my hand.”

“Hmm? Is this possibly a softer side to the General no one has seen before?”

“Or at least no one has lived to tell about…”

“No need to get your knickers in a twist. I won’t tell anyone, promise.”

- - - - -

Kiryu, more or less, performed a controlled crash as he landed in Charles’s front yard. A huge gouge was carved out of the Earth, leaving the front lawn in disarray. A few blinds in the surrounding houses opened to see what the ruckus was, but they all closed even faster than they opened when the occupants saw Kiryu. Any time Kiryu left the station, it meant someone was going to die. Period.

Kiryu slowly approached the front door and pressed the doorbell, which was quite unlike his current mood. He impatiently waited for the door, tapping his foot incessantly. The door finally opened about a half minute later, a boy, no more than 15 yrs old, stood on the other side. Kiryu grasped the boy around his neck and slammed him against the wall to the right of the door.

“Are you the one known as “Charles”,” he demanded as he pressed down harder, forcing the boy’s trachea narrower.

“Ye-… Yes…” the boy croaked through ragged breaths. Kiryu smirked.

“Good. I’ve been wishing to have a little chat with you,” he continued, not letting up his pressure. By then, Charles’s mother had come into view, but dare not say a word. “You wrote this little fan fiction, right?” Kiryu held up a document in his right hand. The boy squinted, staring through blurry vision. He was barely able to emanate a slight nod.

“A then you can guess as to why I’m here,” Kiryu sneered. “There are elements here in your little story that I feel are direct insults upon my honor. There is no way that damn witch that I watched the Empress torture to death before my very eyes could ever steal my sword. And then later, a bounce of the demons shield, causing my own sword to strike me… Impossible. My control is much more than you could ever imagine. I will not take such insults. Today… I and my sword shall have our revenge and restore our former honor!”

Kiryu dropped the document and drove his right plasma sword deep into Charles’s chest cavity. His mother shrieked in agony as she watched the mech turn and hurl her boy over his shoulder into the hutch filled with precious china dishes across the room. The corpse slumped to the ground, still smoldering from the plasma burns. Kiryu looked over at the whimpering women, then turned on his heel and walked out the door.

- - - - -

“Time to Cinigrad, 10 minutes.”

The Pitomik slowed to half speed as it approached the Loréné as it hovered above the Yuktobonian capital city. It pulled along side its larger sister ship and came to a halt.

“Angels, report to the bridge.” Anna ordered into the microphone on the captain’s chair. A few moments passed until the 5 Angels marched through the doors to the bridge.

“Alright,” the Vice Empress continued. “This is what’s going down. You are going to transfer over to the Loréné and assist Captain Gordon in taking down the Emmerians and Estovakians to the north, or more specifically, your primary target is the Estovakian flying fortress, the Aigaion, and its support craft, which consist of two aerial antiaircraft gun batteries, two radar control craft and six refueling tankers. I am going east, to a small country called Belka. Apparently the military there has once again thrown a coup d’etat like they did during the war in 1995, and I’m doing the General a favor to silence it… permenantly. You have your orders. Ship out.”

The Angels flashed quick salutes before turning and heading for the cargo bay. Vice turned and watched threw the view screen as the 5 Emblem Frames left the Pitomik and fell into formation above the Loréné.

- - - - -

“Aigaion is coming into view. Sound general quarters,” ordered Capt. Gordon. Through the screen, Gordon watched the enemy formation align themselves into a better fighting form. The 6 KC-10 tankers disconnected from the mammoth Aigaion and retreated the way they came. The Aigaion itself was easily as large as one of the ESUN’s Kaguya-class carriers, and looked similar to boot. The 4 escort ships were about as big as a Gumrak-class destroyer, but didn’t quite have the same firepower. This could quite possibly be the first major engagement for a Gotengo-class vessel since the incident with the Elle Ciel.

The Angels fell into formation in front of the Loréné before applying full thrust and rocketing towards the enemy formation. They spilt apart into two groups, the first one, consisting of Lucky Star (Milfeulle) and Happy Trigger (Forte) attacking one of the radar control vessels. The other group, Kung Fu Fighter (Ranpha), Harvester (Vanilla) and Trick Master (Mint), engaged the enemy fighters launched by the Aigaion, presumably Estovakia’s elite Strigon Sq.

“Loréné, all ahead full and activate bow drill,” ordered Gordon. “We’re gonna drill right through that Kaguya impostor.” The reactors redlined as the engines were pushed to their full output and the drill was activated. The Loréné accelerated like a freight train in atmosphere, but soon was moving at quite a speed. Gordon smirked as he watched the Aigaion desperately turn, grazing one of the antiaircraft batteries as it went, knocking the much smaller craft down to earth. The Aigaion’s attempt was in vane as the Loréné punched through the starboard side of the craft, tearing apart the insides and proceeding through the other side. The Aigaion’s massive superstructure buckled and split in two with the loss of support and crashed into the ground below.

“Loréné! Turn 180 degrees!” The massive ship spun around like a dime, bringing its arsenal of missiles and Electron Particle cannons onto the smaller Estovakian vessels. Two of the Aigaion’s other support craft exploded from the hail of fire and Gordon watched as the anchor claws on the Kung Fu Fighter rip one of the wings off the last ship, leaving it to spiral down to an imminent death.

“Easier than I thought…” the Captain mused as he stroked his chin.

“It’s not over sir!” reported one of his bridge crew. “We have a high-speed bogey inbound! It’s too fast to be a fighter, it must be a cruise missile!”

“Dammit…” The inbound missile split apart, revealing a collage of much smaller missiles in its wake. The smaller missiles spread out and detonating, their “Steel Rain”, as it was dubbed, warheads inflicting severe damage on the Emblem Frames and moderate damage on the Loréné.

“Firing Heal Wave,” Vanilla quietly announced over the radio. An army of nanomachines flew out from the smoking Harvester, quickly repairing all friendly craft within a 5 mile radius. Gordon stood up from the deck he had been knocked down to by the explosion, surveying the repaired bridge.

“That was a close call,” Gordon murmured as he touched his bleeding forehead. “What in hell was that from?”

“One moment, sir,” replied Lt. Hasegawa from her position. “It appears that that cruise missile was fired from an Estovakian rail gun stationed due north from here codenamed “The Chandelier”, which was initially intended to shoot down asteroids headed for Aegis and later used to attack the Emmerian capital of Gracemeria. The good news is, sir, that it takes a while for the rail gun to cool enough to fire again.”

“That was the worst damage ever taken by an ESUN vessel. We can’t just let such a weapon exist in enemy hands. Lieutenant, set our course for The Chandelier.”

- - - - -

Vice and a squad of Spec Ops silently swept through the halls of the Belkans’ Avalon Dam facility. The Belkan generals had chosen this site again as their HQ after a coup d’etat, but unlike the coup during the Belkan War of 1995, they weren’t going to survive, Vice was going to make sure of that.

The muzzle of MA5B assault rifle first rounded the corner, followed by Vice, who was holding it. The facility seemed oddly empty for a command center for an entire army. The Vice Empress dispatched the first guard she saw with a quick burst from the rifle. The squad came to a stop outside a pair of large wooden doors that the guard was standing in front of.

“This must be where they’re hiding… Kowalski! Open this damn door!” As ordered, Sgt. Kowalski kicked the double doors with his steel-toed boot, opening it on his first try. The soldiers rushed in, revealing four scared Belkan generals sitting around a rectangular table.

“Greeting from the ESUN…” Vice sneered as she sauntered into the room with her assault rifle resting on her shoulder. “So… which one of you monkeys want to die first?! … No honorable sacrifice? Oh, well, I guess I was expecting as much from a bunch of cowards… Fleischer, give me that shotgun. Foulke, line them up then have them kneel down.”

“You can’t execute us in such a fashion!” protested one of the Belkan generals.

“Oh, I can’t? Well, for that, you’re dying first.” Vice quickly crossed the distance between the two of them, leveling the shotgun at the back of the general’s head. Everyone in the room’s ears were ringing from the echo as Vice proceeded to execute the generals one by one. The shotgun blast at such close range nearly disintegrated their heads.

“Pitomik to Vice. We’ve just received a message from the Capt. Gordon on the Loréné. He reports that the Aigaion and the Chandelier have been completely destroyed.”

“This is good news.”

“That’s not all. Apparently we just go a message from the Essex reporting that they’ve captured the so called “Demons of Razgriz”… whoever they are.”

“I remember hearing the General talk about them… they single-handedly changed the course of the Circum-Pacific War here… that would be one helluva trophy now that Aegis now belongs to the Earth Sphere Unified Nations…”

 

[amelia_tomashi]

*shivers*
Wooo! So. Much. Action...!

PAUSE

*realizes is completely alone in throne room*
hehehehehehe....

 

[Charles Chimag]

OK... this time, I am most definitely dead.

But could you let me plead my case? The first offense; I didn't know that Kiryu's sword was in fact attached to his arm. So I could just modify that to say that the sword was somehow ripped from its socket. The second thing; let's just say that Kiryu wasn't really trying.

 

[Atoragon]

I can't bring you back from the dead, and if I could, I wouldn't, so your arguement is void.

*walks into throne room* you ain't alone any more, Empress.

 

[ViceEmpress]

i like it!!

espically the end....

*nods!*

vice empress approves!

*death to charles*

 

[ViceEmpress]

*walks into throne room*

HEY GUYS!

 

[Charles Chimag]

Seriously, Vice, what did I do to you? Just exist?