07-27-2015, 08:57 PM
Galaxion held up two disks. One was larger than the other, and a deep, iron grey. The other was silver, and had a small hole from which etched lines radiated outwards. He brought them closer together, and deep purple spark jumped from one to the other. He stood up from the desk, disks far apart in each hand, and shouted.
"I have a positive for the effect."
He then handed the disks to the human who came up to the disks, and faced the pile of unique disks sitting at the back of the desk.
"Galaxion." was the words of someone behind him.
He swiveled around, facing another human, holding tablet shining with holograms.
"Commissioner Alphonse. Why the idle chat?"
"Not here for idle chat. You're commissioned." The tablet swiftly brought up a profile, showing the same word under the furry mugshot, and the human brought it into clear view.
Galaxion stared with a soulless gaze into Alphonse's eyes. "Try again, Sir. I have two more years before my rotation, and Deliah's project is our top priority."
"Negative. We're short this year."
"Then why not commission the scientists? They have the nerve to never do practical work."
"I admire your humor, Galaxion, but this isn't my orders. Oh, and give us a damn last name already. It's been fifteen years, you're 'disgracing' thin air by now."
"I have a positive for the effect."
He then handed the disks to the human who came up to the disks, and faced the pile of unique disks sitting at the back of the desk.
"Galaxion." was the words of someone behind him.
He swiveled around, facing another human, holding tablet shining with holograms.
"Commissioner Alphonse. Why the idle chat?"
"Not here for idle chat. You're commissioned." The tablet swiftly brought up a profile, showing the same word under the furry mugshot, and the human brought it into clear view.
Galaxion stared with a soulless gaze into Alphonse's eyes. "Try again, Sir. I have two more years before my rotation, and Deliah's project is our top priority."
"Negative. We're short this year."
"Then why not commission the scientists? They have the nerve to never do practical work."
"I admire your humor, Galaxion, but this isn't my orders. Oh, and give us a damn last name already. It's been fifteen years, you're 'disgracing' thin air by now."
"Tank lance, the convoy is close to your position."
The human sat within the dark grey tank, patriotically adorned with a red eagle. "Confirm they're still coming through the pass?"
"Confirmed."
He stared forwards, a blindingly bright screen of the front view being the one source of light within the cockpit. "Convoy is cresting, get ready to fire."
A small, lightly armed truck rose up the small hill, the only exit to the valley behind it, and vanished in expanding flame.
He smiled with a great big grin. "We have them trapped."
"Soldiers, move in. Focus fire the exos, ignore the drivers. Command out."
The steep valley hills came alive, as teams moved out of every crevice. The exo-suits, cut off from each other's side by the tightly-packed convoy, desperately launched a barrage of plasma bolts from arm-mounted guns. The response was heavy bullets, pounding huge dents into the armor. Their weapons broke, the visors were smashed, and the exo-suit soldiers were no more.
The drivers cowering and powerless, the Republic soldiers squeezed into the small gaps between each truck and lifted the flimsy doors, staring in awe at the uncovered treasure.
"Command is gonna be real happy to see this foresight."
The human sat within the dark grey tank, patriotically adorned with a red eagle. "Confirm they're still coming through the pass?"
"Confirmed."
He stared forwards, a blindingly bright screen of the front view being the one source of light within the cockpit. "Convoy is cresting, get ready to fire."
A small, lightly armed truck rose up the small hill, the only exit to the valley behind it, and vanished in expanding flame.
He smiled with a great big grin. "We have them trapped."
"Soldiers, move in. Focus fire the exos, ignore the drivers. Command out."
The steep valley hills came alive, as teams moved out of every crevice. The exo-suits, cut off from each other's side by the tightly-packed convoy, desperately launched a barrage of plasma bolts from arm-mounted guns. The response was heavy bullets, pounding huge dents into the armor. Their weapons broke, the visors were smashed, and the exo-suit soldiers were no more.
The drivers cowering and powerless, the Republic soldiers squeezed into the small gaps between each truck and lifted the flimsy doors, staring in awe at the uncovered treasure.
"Command is gonna be real happy to see this foresight."
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