Alan Bradley looked with desperation at the cold suitcase in front of him. The young lieutenant was impatiently waiting his orders, but Alan’s wrinkled forehead was enough to keep him silent. For the thousandth time, the President took a deep breath. The keys were inserted, the external passwords digit, but he couldn’t even think to fill in the empty space of the activation codes. [I]Damn, when I stood for the presidential elections, no one told me that someday I would had to give the order of a
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Amanda was slowly panicking. Four full fleets weren’t enough to stop the massive Drengin Armada. She had tried almost every trick she knew, but with no apparent effect. Even if for each Terran warship destroyed there were at least six Drengin ships that become space ash, the enemy forces were overwhelming. “Nothing, sir. Our offensive in sub-sector 34.8 has done nothing. Enemy forces are still advancing in sub-sector 34.7. Their vanguard that entered in the minefield 58 two minutes ago has
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“And now what should we do?” Donald Winston, the Chief Engineer, looked scared. Everyone aboard the station was scared. But Sira, that unofficially became the CO of the station after the death of Yamato, was trying to maintain order and calm. [I]Facile dictu, difficile factu[/I], the old latin proverb came spontaneously to her mind. [I]Easy to say, hard to do. [/I] “Ok, what’s are our possibilities?” “The AC4 told us to remain here, but I really doubt that our fleet will manage to keep
“Wow” was everything Dave managed to say. He had already done incursions, sure, and he had already experimented the tension of the fight. But nothing was like this. Dozens, hundreds, thousand of ships were firing at each other, and all in the absolute silence of the cosmic void. He remembered when he saw [I]Star Wars[/I] for the first time, when he was a child. Imperial and Rebel warships annihilating each other, between thunderous explosions and waves of lasers hits. This was different. The onl
Yes, I found it very similar, and I can understand how you could have thought that I've copied from that book (If I had correctly understood everything. ). I've used the codeword "sandstorm" only because it was the easiest to translate in English. The other ones that I've thought were too complex or too difficult to translate exactly. And for the reaction of Alan Bradley (confusion), I thought at a real life emergency at the White House. If the President would need to be immediately evacuated, t
Before continuing, I'd like to thank everyone for your comments. I never thought that my story would be so well-received, and your support is very important for me. (Wow, I can say this at an Oscar speech ) And for PlayJeff45: I haven't stopped. Sometimes uploads will be very, [I]very[/I] slow... it takes me quite a long to write, control, correct, and sometimes re-write the "chapters"... But I'll arrive at the end of this story. (I hope..
The Space Force One slowly entered in the secret hangar of the base of Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado, NAF. What seemed an entire regiment of Tir-Quan marines took Alan Bradley and Great Admiral Alighieri, bringing them inside the Command Centre. Once the headquarters of the NORAD, now Cheyenne Mountain was the Alliance Central Crisis Coordination Centre, or AC4. Admiral Alighieri, more familiar with the place, began showing at her superior his new Presidential Office, but was rudely interrupted. “
“Right right right… NO! LEFT! LEFTLEFTLEFT! LEEEEEEEFT!” Centurion Atik was shouting at the driver of his Domee support jeep. Around him, the battle was rampaging between an Allied scout group and a Drengin heavy infantry sub-group. The two factions were doing their best to annihilate each other, while erasing everything from the landscape. A fusion shot missed their jeep, but hit a Terran Hopper tank right under the turret. With a nice KA-BOOM!, the tank was vaporized. Trying not to think at th
“What?” Eleys shouted “Are you absolutely sure of this?” “That’s what result from the intercepted Drengin communications in the sector. Can I ask, milady, what’s this “Project”? Why it is so important?” Eleyes took a depth breath before starting explaining. “What I’m saying, Archiater, is top secret. And with top secret, I mean [I]top secret[/I]. A word about it, and you’ll disappear. Disappear. Am I clear?” Eleys eyes were icy. No feelings behind them. “Clear, sir.” She started talking. “Since
I hope that someone will tell me sooner or later what I should have copied, and from what. In the meanwhile, I'll continue with my story. Aaron entered in the Imperial Room. [I]Again[/I]. He bowed, and started the usual before-we-try-to-kill-each-other-diplomatically conversation with Avatar. But this time the leader of the Shivan Empire wasn’t particularly friendly. “Now, terran, can I know why I wasn’t informed of the development of a superweapon in the Epsilon Pegasi system? Maybe yo
Err... maybe I'll seem ingenuous, but...what is Executive Orders?
[I]“Sandstorm! SANDSTORM!”[/I] In a second, the codeword spread in the entire Allied Holonet. In the known galaxy, alarm rung, warships entered in ready-to-fire status, fighters took off, defences and shields were activated. On Earth, in the Presidential Palace, dozens of Elite members of the Secret Service entered in the Meeting room, weapons in hand and ready to fire, while Alan Bradley was having a meeting with the ambassador of the Akilians Refugees, literally kidnapped the President and
Yamato was alone in the huge room, working at his console, when he heard the twelve-inches titanium door opening. “Hi, Sira. Already working?” He said without turning. Who else could decide to work at two o’clock a.m., apart from him? But it wasn’t Sira. He noticed this when a bullet hit him in his back, and he fell on the console next to him. He tried to turn, to see his murderer, but he was paralyzed from the pain. He heard the intruder moving at the main console, and starting tapping somethin
Maybe they count something economically, but in my opinion they should be much more important. Just think that a Capital holds the entire government structures: without them, a country (or star empire, in this case) is in chaos. Just think about WWII: if German troops have entered in Moscow, the USSR would have collapsed. It's true that nowadays there are plans to maintain the main government structures operative even if a capital is destroyed, but the loss of your capital world should at least
The freshly-promoted Overlord of the Imperial army, Sakrine I’Aghol, was angrily looking at one of the holo maps in the dark room of the Drengin Headquarters. The war wasn’t going exactly as he wished. Red dots, indicating imperial forces, were disappearing from the map at an impressive speed near the Terran front, while blue arrows, indicating the human forces, were penetrating in the so-called “secured perimeter” in various zones, rapidly hitting high-valuable targets like fuel depots and then
“Nothing. Sector E-2 is clean.” Centurion Atik, of the 23rd Terran Amphibious Tank Battlegroup reported to his superior, Praetor Thabit. The two Arceans were included in the 23rd after the siege of Cela City, where most of the Allied divisions were crushed by the Drengin 34th Army. Now they were a part of the Arceans and Altarians that reunited after the battle under the Terran command ([I]only because there are more Terrans than Arceans[/I], Atik thought. [I]They preferred to escape rather tha
“Welcome aboard the installation SPEC.T.R.E-15, Professor Sira. I’m glad that the Security Council has accepted your active participation at our… program.” Yamato Toshimoto, leader of the Project, welcomed Sira Aaryn, the Altarian researcher that was helping the Terran Alliance in the improvement of the Black Hole Eruptors, and an old friend of him. Sira smiled at him. “Thanks, Yamie. I hoped so much to be part of your research program… I have a debt to repay.” She sadden as she thought at the D
“Damn, damn, damn… why have I signed? Other three torpedoes at 9-45-65, sir! Shields down to 34% and counting! ” “Keep quiet, Renee. Qin, move at…” “Something else on the radar, sir! A subspace distortion!” “What! Where, exactly!?” Harper was trying to maintain the calm aboard the [I]Hammerhead[/I], but it was more difficult than he expected. Understandable, when you have fifty Drengin warships that really want to kill you. And now, an anomaly that appeared from nothing… “Oh my God! Look!” Quin
“YOU ARE AN IDIOT! HOW… HOW COULD YOU HAVE ALLOWED THIS!” Lord Kona shouted at Xarlon I’Aghol, leader of the Ghal clan, Overlord of the Empire, and Commander in Chief of the operations against the Terran Alliance and the Altarian Resistance. “With all the due respect, Emperor, I think that we had no chances to…” “YOU THINK WHAT? MORE THAN 50 BILLIONS DRENGIN ARE DIED FOR THE TERRAN ATTACKS, AND YOU THINK! SAKRINE, NOW!” Sakrine, the officer behind Xarlon and Fleet Commander of the Imperial Guard
Well... FireBender is right. The Altarians used a nuclear bomb. Who is developing a superweapon is the entire Coalition... under the Terran supervision, of course! Alan Bradley watched the holographic projector came to life and displaying the Altarian leader, Eleys Mue. He made a little bow, and then started speaking. “Greetings, Eleys, from the Terran Alliance. I and all the terrans would like to thanks your commando for his heroic action against the Paulos II starport. Thank to your m
“Control, here is freighter [I]Ha’kat[/I], on secure channel 202.7. We were ambushed from a group of terran rebel incursors, and we taken heavy damage. We have 270 deaths and 150 injured, hull breach from deck 12 to deck 27. We are loosing atmosphere here. We request authorization to effectuate repairs on the military starport of Ourobe, Paulos II.” “[I]Ha’kat[/I], here is Drengin Space Control of Paulos II. This is a military installation, of utmost importance for operations against the Altaria
Well... maybe this isn't the correct way the mission was intended to play but... when I saw that the three races were at war with me, I annihilated them before they could done the same with me. If this isn't the Drengin idea of an everlasting peace...
“Bravo six-two-nine, here is Shark Eight. We have found a group of [I]snails[/I]. Requesting authorization to execute order 207”. Lieutenant Dave Esher, communication officer onboard the [I]TAS Hammerhead[/I], waited for a reply from the local Terran Fleet Command Centre. “Shark Eight, here is Bravo six-two-nine speaking. My light is green, I repeat, my light is green. Bravo six-two-nine over.” “Copy that”. “Sir, we have the authorization” he turned to Commodore Harper, commanding officer of the
Eleys Mue was watching the holographic map of the Altarian front lines when Azamar entered in the room, a small bunker several meters under the ground. In a word, an uncomfortable place, with only basic furniture: a steel table with the holo projector, two steel chairs, and a lamp. On a shelf, enough food rations for two months, and, painted on the floor, the Altarian Resistance logo. It couldn’t seem so, but that were the formal headquarters of the Altarian Government. Eleys turned her head tow