Posted by: lordkyler | July 30, 2011

Convergence – Part Eleven

This is the eleventh and final installment (extra long)  to the original Convergence chain story, currently slated to be completely overhauled. If you haven’t read the previous sections, I suggest you do so first.

As usual, my sections are in bold, his are in italic, and notes will follow.

6.4.3. 18:32

They stopped the missiles. So I ordered long-duration laser fire. This time we did move back. The enemy started to come out, thinking we were retreating. Then it came. A focused pillar of light so intense my light adjusting visor could barely compensate for it, and so wide it engulfed the entire building. Invisible heat waves bounced off the building, leaving crackling air in place of the building. After half a minute, the beam shut off as quickly as it began. Only a small metal cube was left at the bottom, shiny and obviously refractive enough to defy the laser. Probably separately shielded, too. Obviously something important, I concluded it was most likely a command station. I gave the order to ray it up. The cube slowly faded away, then flashed as it was shuttled back to the ship, to be put in an isolation chamber. Maybe it would have prisoners.

A warning light blipped on my armband. We had hostiles incoming, probably backups or reserves.

“Troops stand in formation,” I said over my headset. “Let’s give them something to remember.”

And with that, all the organized troops, suddenly faded away, just like the cube had. We were all rayed up. Then there was a brief moment inside a very large chamber, on a ship in space. All the troops got into battle ready poses, and we were rayed in.

Right behind them. Having taken them completely by surprise, We opened fire, and the rear lines began to fall.

-Ground Commander Hhelosta Dharvak, R.O.F.

6.4.3. 18:35

The ground troops had to get out of there. The test cube had survived the laser fire. Good. That must be added to the ships and everything else. I was underground in the bunker, along with everyone else. 12 of us didn’t make it in time. He got destroyed. The reinforcements had arrived. The enemy had beamed aboard the ships in space and started firing.

“We need to get back to base. Everyone through the supply tunnel.”

Everyone rushed to the supply trolleys, and went off to headquarters. The ground troops got beamed down and were sent off to headquarters. I got on the last one and headed off to H.Q.

The first aerial battle had been won, but the ground battle had been lost. If things didn’t change, we would lose the war for sure.

-Major Morvagim

6.4.3. 18:35

Their reinforcements had been crushed easily. Surprised, they turned around and had started firing on us. Too late. My flankers, in their somewhat unorthodox but surprisingly effective commercial brand hoverboards had flanked them already, and fire came in from three sides. I also had antigravity jet troops lifting off, and lobbing grenades into the thick of the troops. Every time one of them was hit, the plasma displacement sent them spinning off, right into their own troops, who were then thrown off balance themselves. We mowed through them like an herbivore goes through feed. Then, seeing the battle was hopeless, they retreated by beaming away.

We had received a transmission from the command. Shortly after our ray transfer, the orbital ships had picked up a tunnel leading somewhere beneath the destroyed building. I sent five squads of crack troops to move in and seal it off, and report to me if anything interesting came of it. They also said the cube had interesting properties that we would soon be transferring to our own ships, and we were working on exploiting it’s weakness for when they used it.

A line opened opened up on my communicator. It was Colonel Svandyaris, the head of the team I’d sent to investigate the tunnel.

“Sir,” he said, calmly excited in that strange but very professional way he has. “It’s a supply tunnel. It’s a clear shot straight to their central headquarters. Requesting backup troops,” he said with the slightest hint of a smile around his eyes. “This is a huge break.”

I agreed, and called in for a larger portion of the army immediately. We were moving in. Right now.

-G.C. Hhelosta Dharvak, R.O.F.

6.4.3. 18:37

We made it back to Headquarters and collapsed the tunnel behind us. The tunnel had an emergency cave-in if one of the Supremacy got in the underground structure, The tunnel would collapse, and the the entrance would then seal up, thereby preventing any escape, and leaving them to starve. Plus, the entrance door was made especially so nothing could blast through. Once the tunnel had collapsed, we went into the main complex.

“The Supremacy learned of our underground complex.”

“How do you know?” Asked Commander Ungramz.

“The tunnel caved in.”

“Oh, yes. The old safety measures. I forgot.”

“Maybe they already know of the other tunnels.”

“Perhaps. But the safety measures will do the same thing. Whoever tries to go in the tunnels, stays there. You know that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. We don’t need to worry about that right now.”

“Yes sir.”

I left. No more talk needed to be done. There was a job to do. There were other battles that needed attendance. I decided that I would go in the one thing I preferred. Time to do some flying.

-Major Morvagim

6.4.3. 18:40

The tunnel had sealed up before our eyes. Fortunately we could get around that. Just because a tunnel collapses doesn’t mean it can’t be re-dug. The entrance couldn’t be blasted open, due to a sealing method that would be absolutely impractical in any other situation. Easy, however. We exposed it to extreme high exposure radiation. It aged the equivalent of thousands of years in a matter of minutes. We mopped up any excess, and moved into the tunnel area. There was a small chamber which hadn’t collapsed, thick with dust and dirt, from the implosion. I switched to sonic location mode, and echolocating images bounced back. Clear.

I dropped down. First priority, get our boys out. Their locaters were functioning, and thanks to the external armor, they’d be fine and well, despite having hundreds of pounds of earth dumped on them.

Next step, get this place drilled out. I measured the width of the tunnel, and relayed the dimensions back to the technical people. In a few seconds, a driller had been rayed down, in the exact dimensions necessary.

We powered it up and let it loose. Sonic vibrations whipped and smashed through the collapsed tunnel, dulled by our helmets automatically to keep the sound from killing us, loosening the dirt. Giant robotic arms and force fields lifted and shoved the dirt into the previous tunnel wall, compacting it tightly. Behind it it left metal walls, an instant corridor, easily accessible. It was even lit. It moved quickly, almost faster than we could run, moving through the tunnel, and leaving us with an impervious route, straight to the main nexus.

Troops were standing by. I had report that the assaults were going well, although signs pointed to the fact that the Kassisii may be stepping up fighter resistance soon. As if they were begging to meet the fighters waves. Perfect. A pincer movement, us from below, them from above, and already chaos on the surface. Confusion is a major impediment to military functions, and they were about to get even more confused. We were already halfway to the headquarters, with more than ten thousand armored, elite troops behind me, armed with everything from antipersonnel weaponry to anti-anti-personnel weaponry, from tank crashers to jet snipers, and the Kassisii people were in for a nasty shock.

-G.C. Hhelosta Dharvak, R.O.F.

6.4.3. 18:41

The Supremacy troops had entered the tunnel. So they thought they could enter the base. They were wrong. They could never enter the base. They had about ten thousand armored troops. We knew the weakness of their armor. The blast doors were closed, and they would be coming any minute. Since the blast doors were closed, that gave us more time to get ready to fight.

More of my men were coming every second. We now had around nine thousand, ready and waiting for battle. More were still coming, making the number greater. Soon, we had 10,500. Then the blast doors got older and older before our eyes, until it dissolved. They started pouring in, and fired. We also fired and people on both sides died. The battle grew horrible, and they kept on coming. They had about 4,000 left, and we had 4,300. They kept on fighting until we had 1,000, and they had 500, then they surrendered.

We relieved them of their weapons and beamed them into secure holding cells. They would be questioned for any information they knew. The weapons would be studied and examined, so we could make armor to block their shots. They had an assortment of weapons. And their armor was especially interesting. The armor would also be tested to see if it could withstand their own weapons. The tunnels would be well guarded from now on. They would never get in here.

-Corporal Velarcon: Telar sq.

6.4.3. 18:50

The management had decided it would be best to lull them into a false sense of security. They cut my troops in half. Our armor easily dispersed their shields, but the intentionally slipped information about it’s ‘weakness’ was pretended to be real, and our troops laid down as if dead. Fortunately, the ones they took armor and weapons off of were actually dead, and the rest were dumped in holding cells. The weapons and armor would be no good to them. It was specially designed for each warrior, using laser measuring, and without the ID markers located under the skin, it would dissolve before tampering occurred.

Meanwhile, while our attack was providing a diversion, the bulk of the land forces had captured major cities along the southern coast, important trade routes, and we had docked their crude metal supplies drastically. Their power situation could not be very good, either. With no solar power, and orbital bombardment continuing nonstop, their power supplies were going down. They would have to try something drastic soon. In the meantime, I surveyed my surroundings.

We were in a large building, and I could sense it was underground. It was domed, typical of their architecture, and there were no exits. Obviously the only way in or out was through raying.

However, we had a number of tricks. All of us had hidden objects. They were easily concealed. In addition to our miniaturized gadgets, we all had pieces for a number of larger pieces of equipment.

We assembled them into an industrial strength laser driller. My men activated their emergency shields, located under the skin. Our equipment told us we were directly beneath the classified material area, as we were to be questioned later, and all our gear was probably up there. I couldn’t have asked for it to be better. We drilled through the ceiling, and the hole was so precise that nothing fell through.

Once we had a path to the surface, I beamed our situation to the fleet. We needed a diversion, and hopefully weapons. In minutes a squad of attack fighters moved in, and we could hear the bombs rumble on the surface. We rigged up the small ascender, and moved up as quickly as possible. We couldn’t have come out in a more ideal spot. Luck was with us. There was shelter on all sides. Men began moving up, while I, armed with only a few tiny weapons, made my way to the hangar. There had obviously been no time to put them in a more secure place. Maybe they didn’t have room, but anyway, that’s where my suit’s locator was at, and so I moved across. There were too few people. Most were busy fine-tuning the shield, or sending the honey-yellow defense beams at our fighters. I got to the warehouse.

It was locked, but one specially shaped explosive took care of that detail. I swung the door back. Two men looked at me, alarmed, and were quickly dropped with a blast from a finger Natala.

I grabbed my suit, and jumped into it quickly. Moving in ones and twos, my men made their way to the warehouse, under cover of the curtains of sparks that fell from the shield with every impact. They began to carry the suits back as well, two or three at a time. In less than half an hour, we were all suited up, loose in the most information critical area they had, and ready for carnage. This time we would not be faking our deaths, and they had almost no weapons that could defeat our armor, as I knew from personal experience.  Teams scrambled out, some to steal information, others to bring in more troops, and my group to go take down the shields. They didn’t have a chance, or the recources to stop us. Good bye, Kassis.

-G.C. Hhelosta Dharvak, R.O.F

[Notes] First Section: See, this is the problem with teleportation. What’s to stop you from just beaming in armies or bombs wherever you please? Jamming cannot always be the answer. Why didn’t we use it earlier in the story? I hadn’t thought of it, and now that it’s in there, it changes everything. Anyway, he insisted that he had an indestructible bunker underneath, and so I wrote it in, but did what I wanted to do with it.  Heh heh.

Second Section: “12 of us didn’t make it in time. He got destroyed?” Is the guys name 12 of us? Hey, that’s maybe not too bad an idea… anyway, that was an accident. Anyway, he is now adding another immovable object to counter my unstoppable force. As usual. Also, now he is also using beaming. This stuff really should have been laid out between us at the start. The underground tunnel system presents some interesting tactical options…

Third Section: Maybe we kicked too much butt here? It’s entirely too easy. But you know the tunnels have to be more dangerous than that. Highly cramped quarters, one long corridor all the way down? Ambush City.

Fourth Section: Or you could just collapse them. That works, I guess. Also, he gets to fly because he prefers to? What kind of army is this? Didn’t they learn anything from the Holdars? Sheesh.

Fifth Section: This is not exactly how radiation works, you guys. Still, the entrance is sealed? DIG AROUND IT. No duh. That would not have been hard. Sonics are an underused recourse a lot of the time, I think. They’re quite versatile. And we have the tunnel digging machine of the future right here. Holy cow. Of course, now I’m the one who’s the invincible fighting machine, what with my super army.

Sixth Section: No you can’t no you can’t no you can’t! He’s super defensive here. And have you ever heard a more thrilling description of combat? He’s essentially counting off hit points here. And then we surrender and he gets all our weapons and armor. BS. (Things rapidly decline from here.)

Seventh Section: He did crazy, stupid stuff, I did crazy, stupid stuff. This marked the end of the story, as he refused to allow my escape from prison just as much as I protested our defeat and incarceration in the first place. He was already getting bored of the story, and it was getting kind of too clunky for me too. So we quit.

But the basic idea still remains, and is due for an overhaul, with a consistent and hopefully interesting array of combat technology, and what I hope will be a compelling story about the man from each side that might be able to change the course of this war…

Until then, I hope you enjoyed this series. There was a brief attempt at a rewrite a while back, with no real strength behind it, although it was better written, which may be posted at some point in the future. That’s all for now, though. Thanks for reading.


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