InfinitySquared
Sol Invictus.
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- Oct 5, 2009
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Nearly a century had passed since the conclusion of the Eradication Wars. A massive series of conflicts that engulfed the galaxy and threatened to rip the very foundations of society apart. Ended only with the loss of the Great Library--a massive collection of knowledge from all races--at the hands of the Confederacy of United Suns, an enigmatic collection of unions bound by the same constitution: the Rights of the Sentients.
Now, 82 years after the Great Intervention, war threatens to engulf the galaxy yet again! The Confederacy--having assumed the role of protector of less advanced empires—is now readying the massive Confederate Navy for the task it was given millenia ago, to defend the Confederacy and Her Allies.
Kazimir Miroslav inserted a stylus into his datapad and pushed the rectangular projector screen away from him, he had just signed the contract that made him a trainee in the Confederate Armed Forces-Naval Wing.
“What if I die in a live fire accident?” he thought as a pang of uneasiness shot through him.
But he knew that it was his choice in joining the CAFNW. He could make working tactics and strategies on the fly, he had the wit and empathy to keep morale high. He was charismatic and sharp. He had demonstrated these at some time in his life.
Kazimir had worked as a junior-chef on a luxury cruise liner, the StarWeaver. When its rear capacitor bank malfunctioned, and exploded, it took out one of the backup generators and the FTL core, they were stranded for three days in the heart of a nebula. Three days was dangerous, even more so in a nebula. Everything from wayward comets and asteroids, to raiders and pirates could happen upon a defenseless liner.
There had been a crowd that was about to dissolve into a riot in the ship's gala room. The-then 16 year old-Kazimir had helped the Security Chief position the crowd control crews should the '****-hit-the-fan' and then promptly walked onto the stage with a microphone in hand and began cracking joke after joke, preventing the riot from boiling over.
The teen had done various routines every day, ranging from jokes to caricature sketching to even playing an instrument and conducting the band, which was typical for those brought up in highly-artistic Milaslavos clan.
At the end of the third day, an Unyielding class Cruiser, the Sansip had docked with the StarWeaver and was taking on crew while the Oasis class Support Destroyer Medira was repairing the liner.
Kazimir had seen the Sansip and found his calling. He had completed his education and was eligible for work. Now, he was 22 years of age and old enough to be a candidate for enlistment in the CAFNW. Kaz had spent the past 8 years of his life painting and writing to pass the time, and had made a lot of money as a consequence.
The datapad beeped and Kazimir grabbed it, he was notified that CAFNHIGHCOM was sending him a data file. He took the stylus and tapped the accept icon and waited for the download to finish.
Seconds later and the download was complete, an automated decompression algorithm activated and extracted the contents of the file to a private directory; it contained several audiovisual files detailing how the training and screening process would be conducted, virtual tours and specifications on some of the smaller vessels and a small software simulation package. He had read on the forms that if you are accepted, a transport will arrive in a week’s time.
A Week Later
Kazimir’s mother, Laerauna Miroslav hugged her son with tearful eyes, his father, Gerson Mer Miroslav stood beside his mother, his eyes red and puffy. Once the mother and son had broken their embrace, Kazimir shook his father’s hand in farewell, before saluting the war veteran.
“We'll meet again mom,” Kazimir said “I'll promise that. And dad, my medals won't come posthumously.
“Through fire and ice,” Gerson replied “freedom will reign free, son.”
“Come on guys.” Kazimir said, “It’s not like it’s the last time you’ll ever see me again.”
“Kaz,” one of his brothers said “you're an idiot, but you've got what it takes.”
“Same as always, Jared.” He replied with a smile “Keep mom safe.”
“'Course I will.” Jared said, hugging his brother.
The loud thrum of medium-class anti-grav pods was heard outside.
“I guess it’s time for me to go.” Kazimir said “Jera ‘kai!” Farewell
Kazimir took his belongings from his sister’s hands and stepped outside. The day was bright and sunny, the deep blue sky was absent of clouds and far to the north, an aurora danced, complimenting the beautiful sight of Nova Armeston’s twin moons; Charity and Piety. A drab gray military transport contrasted the beautiful sight, it’s paint was chipped and scratched while dents and armor patches covered its abused shell, the mass of metal hovered a foot above the neatly groomed grass lawn of the Miroslav Family Mansion. The frigid winter winds blew on his face and a shiver ran down his spine.
How's the setting?
Elsima Orbital Shipyards
1100 Hours, SCMT
SVN-0031 Saa'mer Class Sovereign Boundless Triumph
“Evasive maneuvers!” Kazimir yelled, mentally cursing the AI-Helm for its incompetence “Just mother-******* avoid those ******* suicide AM Haulers!”
He felt the ship tilt as the hundred-kilometer long Sovereign angled upwards, her shields just grazing the leading edge of the last hauler. A thin white beam of energy lanced from one of her portside turrets and cut the ship's drives in half, crippling it while a graviton beam caught the hauler and chucked it at an approaching Oortimi super-capital ship, bringing its shields down and scorching its black and maroon hull.
“Morev-damnit!” Kazimir hissed as the ship lurched from a strike from three Kinetic destroyers. “Is everyone on this damn bridge deaf and dumb? I've told AI and humanoid alike to keep those damn things from messing with our aim!”
Morev was the Armestonian goddess of the Arts, war included. She was sometimes portrayed as a woman in full combat gear cradling an ancient stringed instrument in her arms.
The fury around him was almost palpable as he viciously tore weapons authorization from the WEPSCOM officers and re-routed it to his command chair. At his command, energy beams annihilated the enemy destroyers with impunity.
“Boarding parties inbound!” the AI-DACON officer yelled.
“Who in Morev's name decided to pull the point defense guns from the 'grid?!” Kaz yelled at the DEFCOM and WEPSCOM officers.
“I- I- I did sir.” one of them stammered “I th- thought the m-main guns would be-be benefit from the extra energy.”
An exact repeat of the last line uttered by the Boundless Triumph's bridge crew before everything dissolved into static. Kazimir's more aggressive maneuvering had apparently spared the ship the damage its non-simulated counterpart fared.
Kazimir slapped his face and reconnected the PD guns to the 'grid after he had executed a hard turn to port, slamming the bloated boarding pods against her silver, maroon and violet hull. The thumping that reverberated through the ship suddenly decreased in intensity.
Kazimir--who had taken control from DEFCOM (Defense Command), WEPSCOM (Weapons Command), CACOM (Combat Air Command) due to their incompetence—was now using his neural command interface to manage the battle that raged around the Trumph.
Explosions peppered the area around her, frigates and smaller vessels were swatted out of the skies by focused point-beam fire as Kazimir lapsed into total sensory-deprivation. The only thing keeping him alive (and in the simulation) was the failsafe built into his NCI.
The trainee was turning the battle in the Confederacy's favor with his thinking 'past the book', as his reasoning was that if it's written down in a book somewhere, someone's already made a counter to it. In the original battle, the Confederates had formed a massive wall of ships firing broadside. Now they circled the enemy or 'jousted', thrusting into the Oortimi formations, flipping over and repeating the maneuver.
He let out a curse that made even the Rear Admiral who was observing the battle flush a deep red. The Oortimi had managed to blow off one of the engine pods of a nearby battlecruiser, sending it flying towards the Triumph in such a way that it threatened to knock her off course... again.
And then she vanished in a flash of light, allowing the rogue engine pod to slam into an Oortimi frigate that had just dropped from slipspace. A flash of light added to the chaos as both were destroyed.
The Triumph reappeared behind the Oortimi formation, inside one of the massive orbital shipyards that orbited Elsima. He heard several disdainful sighs waft from the rest of the fleet as they saw her disappear. Kaz tilted the ship upwards, her bow missing the top of the cavernous bay by just a few centimeters. Now, the ship was upside-down and ready for battle. She righted herself and a blue glow began to form in the split, condensing into a sphere where it ended.
A blue-white beam of energy lanced from the ship, blowing through the blast doors and causing them to shatter outwards like a pane of glass that had been hit by a brick. An Ettmer'va class Dreadnought dipped as the beam approaced, allowing it to continue on into the massive, obelisk-like Oortimi flagship. With a sheer stroke of luck, its shields were already down and the launch bay was open.
The beam's contact point vanished in a brilliant burst of light, the hull buckled, folded and cracked. Radiation suddenly flooded the ship's corridors as the slug-like Oortimi died with agonized screams, blisters forming on their skins. More energy was pumped into the beam, destabilizing the antimatter containment fields near the contact point. The cohesive antimatter beam suddenly widened near the antimatter reaction, causing even more damage to the flagship.
The beam brightened in intensity until it was impossible to look at directly, and then faded. The ruined flagship sat there, a massive hole burnt into its broken hull. It no longer fired, crew and electronics had both died in the attack. And slowly-agonizingly-the ship fell apart, glimmering shards of armor plate broke free as the ship slowly split in half with a tortured groan.
Taking this to heart, the rest of the fleet fired whatever antimatter weapons they had. Space suddenly became not-so-dark and then returned to normal. The attack had caught the enemy off-guard, and they paid dearly for their mistake. Most of their fleet was annihilated in the sudden move, whatever enemies remained were blown apart by concentrated energy weapons fire or jumped out in a bid to save their hides.
A light beeping came from everywhere in the bridge and Kaz suddenly found himself sitting in a water-filled reclining chair, a NCI cable running from the three ports at the base of his head. He checked the chrono. It read 0105 Hours, a timer under it showed that two days had passed since the beginning of the simulation.
For this one, I want to know if the cursing is over the top and if I have gone too far with the action and technology.
As Kazimir was about to tap the icon that launched the life pod, an engineer scrambled into the bridge.
“Captain!” she panicked “Captain! The rest of the area's been sealed off. This is the last life-pod in the deck.”
The Executive Officer regarded her with a cold stare and reached to the icon that sealed her fate to an introduction to the Harshest Mistress. Kazimir suddenly grabbed Sara's wrist, a disapproving scowl on his face.
“Get in.” he said to the engineer, his expression warming.
“Sir,” Sara said “you do realize that this life pod is restricted to bridge crew only.”
“**** that.” Kazimir sneered.
The engineer was about to climb into the pod but was pushed out by Sara.
“This is treason, Commander.” Sara said “As of now, you no longer hold any rank Kazimir. And in such situations, the Executive Officer will assume command. Am I right?”
Brynna, Bernard-the sensors officer, Victor-the WEPSCOM officer working alongside Brynna, Alisha-the DEFCOM officer-all nodded 'no'. Scowling at Sara, they helped the engineer in.
“As of now,” Kazimir said, tapping the launch icon “Sara Desmond. You are a Prisoner of War, endangering fellow officers and delaying the launch of a life pod carrying VIPs is an act of treason,” Kazimir paused while the pod shuddered as it left its launch rails “according to Article Five, Section Two and Addendum One of your field manual.”
Victor clamped her arms behind her back, preventing her from moving. Kazimir reached out and forcefully ripped her stripes away from her uniform jacket and placed them in the stunned engineer's hands.
Sara turned white in anger and tried to wrestle away from Victor's grip. He slipped and Sara took the opportunity to kick Kazimir in the chin. Kazimir spat blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and calmly pulled his ion pistol out, set it to stun, aimed it at the rogue XO's chest and fired in one fluid motion.
She went limp as an electric charge ran through her body, temporarily disabling her muscles. Kazimir checked his teeth with his datapad and let out an irritated sigh. Brynna tapped his back consolingly.
Victor eagerly shook hands with the catatonic engineer, somehow jolting her from her thoughts.
“Wha-” she said, confused “How? Why?”
“Simply because,” Kazimir said with a smile “simply because a fanatic does not deserve a high place in society.”
The engineer nodded in understanding.
“My name's Ynah Marya Svansip.” she said, sticking her hand out.
“Just call me Kaz,” Kazimir said, shaking her hand “Kaz is just fine. To be honest, I hate formality.”
I also want to know if my grammar and such are correct.
Now, 82 years after the Great Intervention, war threatens to engulf the galaxy yet again! The Confederacy--having assumed the role of protector of less advanced empires—is now readying the massive Confederate Navy for the task it was given millenia ago, to defend the Confederacy and Her Allies.
Kazimir Miroslav inserted a stylus into his datapad and pushed the rectangular projector screen away from him, he had just signed the contract that made him a trainee in the Confederate Armed Forces-Naval Wing.
“What if I die in a live fire accident?” he thought as a pang of uneasiness shot through him.
But he knew that it was his choice in joining the CAFNW. He could make working tactics and strategies on the fly, he had the wit and empathy to keep morale high. He was charismatic and sharp. He had demonstrated these at some time in his life.
Kazimir had worked as a junior-chef on a luxury cruise liner, the StarWeaver. When its rear capacitor bank malfunctioned, and exploded, it took out one of the backup generators and the FTL core, they were stranded for three days in the heart of a nebula. Three days was dangerous, even more so in a nebula. Everything from wayward comets and asteroids, to raiders and pirates could happen upon a defenseless liner.
There had been a crowd that was about to dissolve into a riot in the ship's gala room. The-then 16 year old-Kazimir had helped the Security Chief position the crowd control crews should the '****-hit-the-fan' and then promptly walked onto the stage with a microphone in hand and began cracking joke after joke, preventing the riot from boiling over.
The teen had done various routines every day, ranging from jokes to caricature sketching to even playing an instrument and conducting the band, which was typical for those brought up in highly-artistic Milaslavos clan.
At the end of the third day, an Unyielding class Cruiser, the Sansip had docked with the StarWeaver and was taking on crew while the Oasis class Support Destroyer Medira was repairing the liner.
Kazimir had seen the Sansip and found his calling. He had completed his education and was eligible for work. Now, he was 22 years of age and old enough to be a candidate for enlistment in the CAFNW. Kaz had spent the past 8 years of his life painting and writing to pass the time, and had made a lot of money as a consequence.
The datapad beeped and Kazimir grabbed it, he was notified that CAFNHIGHCOM was sending him a data file. He took the stylus and tapped the accept icon and waited for the download to finish.
Seconds later and the download was complete, an automated decompression algorithm activated and extracted the contents of the file to a private directory; it contained several audiovisual files detailing how the training and screening process would be conducted, virtual tours and specifications on some of the smaller vessels and a small software simulation package. He had read on the forms that if you are accepted, a transport will arrive in a week’s time.
A Week Later
Kazimir’s mother, Laerauna Miroslav hugged her son with tearful eyes, his father, Gerson Mer Miroslav stood beside his mother, his eyes red and puffy. Once the mother and son had broken their embrace, Kazimir shook his father’s hand in farewell, before saluting the war veteran.
“We'll meet again mom,” Kazimir said “I'll promise that. And dad, my medals won't come posthumously.
“Through fire and ice,” Gerson replied “freedom will reign free, son.”
“Come on guys.” Kazimir said, “It’s not like it’s the last time you’ll ever see me again.”
“Kaz,” one of his brothers said “you're an idiot, but you've got what it takes.”
“Same as always, Jared.” He replied with a smile “Keep mom safe.”
“'Course I will.” Jared said, hugging his brother.
The loud thrum of medium-class anti-grav pods was heard outside.
“I guess it’s time for me to go.” Kazimir said “Jera ‘kai!” Farewell
Kazimir took his belongings from his sister’s hands and stepped outside. The day was bright and sunny, the deep blue sky was absent of clouds and far to the north, an aurora danced, complimenting the beautiful sight of Nova Armeston’s twin moons; Charity and Piety. A drab gray military transport contrasted the beautiful sight, it’s paint was chipped and scratched while dents and armor patches covered its abused shell, the mass of metal hovered a foot above the neatly groomed grass lawn of the Miroslav Family Mansion. The frigid winter winds blew on his face and a shiver ran down his spine.
How's the setting?
Elsima Orbital Shipyards
1100 Hours, SCMT
SVN-0031 Saa'mer Class Sovereign Boundless Triumph
“Evasive maneuvers!” Kazimir yelled, mentally cursing the AI-Helm for its incompetence “Just mother-******* avoid those ******* suicide AM Haulers!”
He felt the ship tilt as the hundred-kilometer long Sovereign angled upwards, her shields just grazing the leading edge of the last hauler. A thin white beam of energy lanced from one of her portside turrets and cut the ship's drives in half, crippling it while a graviton beam caught the hauler and chucked it at an approaching Oortimi super-capital ship, bringing its shields down and scorching its black and maroon hull.
“Morev-damnit!” Kazimir hissed as the ship lurched from a strike from three Kinetic destroyers. “Is everyone on this damn bridge deaf and dumb? I've told AI and humanoid alike to keep those damn things from messing with our aim!”
Morev was the Armestonian goddess of the Arts, war included. She was sometimes portrayed as a woman in full combat gear cradling an ancient stringed instrument in her arms.
The fury around him was almost palpable as he viciously tore weapons authorization from the WEPSCOM officers and re-routed it to his command chair. At his command, energy beams annihilated the enemy destroyers with impunity.
“Boarding parties inbound!” the AI-DACON officer yelled.
“Who in Morev's name decided to pull the point defense guns from the 'grid?!” Kaz yelled at the DEFCOM and WEPSCOM officers.
“I- I- I did sir.” one of them stammered “I th- thought the m-main guns would be-be benefit from the extra energy.”
An exact repeat of the last line uttered by the Boundless Triumph's bridge crew before everything dissolved into static. Kazimir's more aggressive maneuvering had apparently spared the ship the damage its non-simulated counterpart fared.
Kazimir slapped his face and reconnected the PD guns to the 'grid after he had executed a hard turn to port, slamming the bloated boarding pods against her silver, maroon and violet hull. The thumping that reverberated through the ship suddenly decreased in intensity.
Kazimir--who had taken control from DEFCOM (Defense Command), WEPSCOM (Weapons Command), CACOM (Combat Air Command) due to their incompetence—was now using his neural command interface to manage the battle that raged around the Trumph.
Explosions peppered the area around her, frigates and smaller vessels were swatted out of the skies by focused point-beam fire as Kazimir lapsed into total sensory-deprivation. The only thing keeping him alive (and in the simulation) was the failsafe built into his NCI.
The trainee was turning the battle in the Confederacy's favor with his thinking 'past the book', as his reasoning was that if it's written down in a book somewhere, someone's already made a counter to it. In the original battle, the Confederates had formed a massive wall of ships firing broadside. Now they circled the enemy or 'jousted', thrusting into the Oortimi formations, flipping over and repeating the maneuver.
He let out a curse that made even the Rear Admiral who was observing the battle flush a deep red. The Oortimi had managed to blow off one of the engine pods of a nearby battlecruiser, sending it flying towards the Triumph in such a way that it threatened to knock her off course... again.
And then she vanished in a flash of light, allowing the rogue engine pod to slam into an Oortimi frigate that had just dropped from slipspace. A flash of light added to the chaos as both were destroyed.
The Triumph reappeared behind the Oortimi formation, inside one of the massive orbital shipyards that orbited Elsima. He heard several disdainful sighs waft from the rest of the fleet as they saw her disappear. Kaz tilted the ship upwards, her bow missing the top of the cavernous bay by just a few centimeters. Now, the ship was upside-down and ready for battle. She righted herself and a blue glow began to form in the split, condensing into a sphere where it ended.
A blue-white beam of energy lanced from the ship, blowing through the blast doors and causing them to shatter outwards like a pane of glass that had been hit by a brick. An Ettmer'va class Dreadnought dipped as the beam approaced, allowing it to continue on into the massive, obelisk-like Oortimi flagship. With a sheer stroke of luck, its shields were already down and the launch bay was open.
The beam's contact point vanished in a brilliant burst of light, the hull buckled, folded and cracked. Radiation suddenly flooded the ship's corridors as the slug-like Oortimi died with agonized screams, blisters forming on their skins. More energy was pumped into the beam, destabilizing the antimatter containment fields near the contact point. The cohesive antimatter beam suddenly widened near the antimatter reaction, causing even more damage to the flagship.
The beam brightened in intensity until it was impossible to look at directly, and then faded. The ruined flagship sat there, a massive hole burnt into its broken hull. It no longer fired, crew and electronics had both died in the attack. And slowly-agonizingly-the ship fell apart, glimmering shards of armor plate broke free as the ship slowly split in half with a tortured groan.
Taking this to heart, the rest of the fleet fired whatever antimatter weapons they had. Space suddenly became not-so-dark and then returned to normal. The attack had caught the enemy off-guard, and they paid dearly for their mistake. Most of their fleet was annihilated in the sudden move, whatever enemies remained were blown apart by concentrated energy weapons fire or jumped out in a bid to save their hides.
A light beeping came from everywhere in the bridge and Kaz suddenly found himself sitting in a water-filled reclining chair, a NCI cable running from the three ports at the base of his head. He checked the chrono. It read 0105 Hours, a timer under it showed that two days had passed since the beginning of the simulation.
For this one, I want to know if the cursing is over the top and if I have gone too far with the action and technology.
As Kazimir was about to tap the icon that launched the life pod, an engineer scrambled into the bridge.
“Captain!” she panicked “Captain! The rest of the area's been sealed off. This is the last life-pod in the deck.”
The Executive Officer regarded her with a cold stare and reached to the icon that sealed her fate to an introduction to the Harshest Mistress. Kazimir suddenly grabbed Sara's wrist, a disapproving scowl on his face.
“Get in.” he said to the engineer, his expression warming.
“Sir,” Sara said “you do realize that this life pod is restricted to bridge crew only.”
“**** that.” Kazimir sneered.
The engineer was about to climb into the pod but was pushed out by Sara.
“This is treason, Commander.” Sara said “As of now, you no longer hold any rank Kazimir. And in such situations, the Executive Officer will assume command. Am I right?”
Brynna, Bernard-the sensors officer, Victor-the WEPSCOM officer working alongside Brynna, Alisha-the DEFCOM officer-all nodded 'no'. Scowling at Sara, they helped the engineer in.
“As of now,” Kazimir said, tapping the launch icon “Sara Desmond. You are a Prisoner of War, endangering fellow officers and delaying the launch of a life pod carrying VIPs is an act of treason,” Kazimir paused while the pod shuddered as it left its launch rails “according to Article Five, Section Two and Addendum One of your field manual.”
Victor clamped her arms behind her back, preventing her from moving. Kazimir reached out and forcefully ripped her stripes away from her uniform jacket and placed them in the stunned engineer's hands.
Sara turned white in anger and tried to wrestle away from Victor's grip. He slipped and Sara took the opportunity to kick Kazimir in the chin. Kazimir spat blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and calmly pulled his ion pistol out, set it to stun, aimed it at the rogue XO's chest and fired in one fluid motion.
She went limp as an electric charge ran through her body, temporarily disabling her muscles. Kazimir checked his teeth with his datapad and let out an irritated sigh. Brynna tapped his back consolingly.
Victor eagerly shook hands with the catatonic engineer, somehow jolting her from her thoughts.
“Wha-” she said, confused “How? Why?”
“Simply because,” Kazimir said with a smile “simply because a fanatic does not deserve a high place in society.”
The engineer nodded in understanding.
“My name's Ynah Marya Svansip.” she said, sticking her hand out.
“Just call me Kaz,” Kazimir said, shaking her hand “Kaz is just fine. To be honest, I hate formality.”
I also want to know if my grammar and such are correct.
