BWOOOOOM
A massive horn can be heard coming from the massive steel monster signaling its arrival
“So that’s our fire support” Rose excimed, awing at the massive ship “Those guns definitely pack a punch”
“Well, they should” Paul affirms “It was built for war, now it is being uses to pay back it’s sin”
“It’s sin?” Furi ask
“Before the scourge, this ship belongs to Newtona Kingdom, it was used in the genocide of the native Beastkins in their expansion” Paul expins, his face tenses.
“Now it’s being use as a support ship?”
“Any firepower is good, right?” Mark chimed in, trying to lighten the mood.
Furi stared at the ship, its cannons glisten in the light, the runes on the barrel glows. Smoking fumes from pipes, many thoughts run through.
Do these metal things have sins? Can they even comprehend what was happening? Do they have feelings?
Are they part of mankind?
This question wandered in Furi’s head, but a question lights up
“Does metal understand evil? Does the one’s controlling them have sins? “
The group is silent, they all know what the answer will be. But no one dared to answer the truth that metal does not know what it was doing, but the hands controlling it was man.
They were all just words on paper, numbers on a counter. Pawn of something greater, what if they died? Their name is cross off, the number falls. No feelings, just a sign and new orders, new names, new numbers. Their past lost in corpse.
Paul clenched his fist, Rose awes dissipate.
“Ok, ok let’s not talk about that right now” Mark attempts to lighten up again “Today we’ll live, it won’t be today, I promise”
“Ye…Yeahhhhh” Rose said sarcasticly
Sometime ter
“Ahem…Ahem” Zinovia’s voice is heard throughout the area “All units that has been called for duty, rally at the pier”
Soldiers start to arrive, arranging into lines, they form disciplined, but their faces are grim.
“Defense Squadron 4-13 will board Task Force Trasport 1, headed by Captain Lucas, Along with Rose Vandalia, and Miss Furi of the Recon Squadron”
“Looks like we’re going together again” Rose said, smiling at Furi
“Defense battalion 14-24 will board Task Force Transport 2, headed by Captain Yama, Captain Mark Doberman and Paul Nakarel will also be joining you.”
The atmosphere is tense; they all know that death is just a few hours away. The tunnel is dark. However, for some there is light at the end of the tunnel
“Lastly, Defense battalion 25 will board the NRS Dunkirk, your duty is to guard the ship. It is vital for our retionship with Aquaria that this ship does not sink”
Signs can be heard, some knowing that they won’t be in the jaws of death. At least not today.
“I hope that you all will do your jobs, if you need motivation” Zinovia pauses and thinks for a moment “Just think of your family or something, anyway all aboard!”
“Looks like will be splitting up for this one” Mark said,
“Guess we’ll see four on the other side”
Furi watches as Mark and Paul walks to their boarding zone, waving goodbye.
“Let’s go board” Rose said pulling Furi’s arm
“Sure” Furi walks following Rose
They walk up the metal ramps, to see a transport boat. Made from wood and iron. With a single cannon with runes inscribed. Compared to the colossal Dunkirk this was but a pebble in a boulder
A few others can be seen boarding, their faces gloomy. The sky is dark, the clouds are gray and still, yet the sun is shining.
Rose turns around to look at the sea in front of her, the water is blue to her, but she knows for the rest the water is but a void, the depths waiting for their bodies
Furi looks to the horizon, the sun is illuminating the air, the clouds are white. She looks back at the soldiers.
Even the sun’s light didn’t reach them.
“I just hope, I can see my mom again” One of the soldiers uttered, clenching his sword and gritting his teeth
“Are my kids going to be safe? What about my wife?” Another one said quietly, his voice shaken, holding his amulet
Another can be seen, quietly praying, no matter the religions, real or fake. His tears are real
One soldier sat down leaning on the ship’s walls, her hand covered her face, trying to hide her face. No weakness in battle. But it was clearer than the day, tears streamed down her face. As she sat there. Sobbing
“Try not to listen to much” Rose said, patting Furi’s shoulder “After all our survival depends on our performance”
The shadow of the NRS Dunkirk loomed over, the darkness intensifying the gloomiest
“All ships, ready?” A voice came from the cabin of the ship.
“Yes!” Another voice is heard responding.
“Sail!”
The ships began to move, the ocean stretching endlessly ahead. For many the clock had begun.
“What are we going to eat when we come back” Furi asked
“Heh, trying to lighten up the mood?” Rose replied, “Let’s go to the tavern again, big battles require a feast.”
“Let’s ask Mark for it” Furi response, her face lit up by a little bit
Both girls look at each other, with determined looks. At least they have something to look forward to.
Bzzzz….
“Shit! We’ve been found out” A voice shouts from inside the boat’s cabin
Heads turn to face the source of the sounds, their pupils widen, their hands tremble and shake.
The Scourges, they were flying, their numbers, too much for any soldier to count. They have set their sights. Pointy tails and a body cd in a hard shell. They were like dark clouds blocking the sun. Magic circles fred like the night star, except these stars promise death.
“Spellships! And…So many of them” The voice trembles in awe of numbers and in fear of death.
“To battle station!!” The voice rang out “Kill every st one of those fuckers!”
Magic circles fir at the ends of the cannons, runes inscribed glow.
Fireballs were shot from the scourges. A wall of fmes, a hail of scorch, A rain of death
Boooom Boooom BOOOM
the smoke clears. People huddling in fear, looking up, the ship’s mana shield is holding out. A sign of relief can be heard
Furi ducking behind the bow. Look up to see blue hexagons formed where the fireball nded.
POW!
The ships’ guns fired with a resounding boom. Orbs of magic fly high to approach the flying Spellships.
Suddenly the orbs explode, unching many smaller orbs like fk.
Bang Bang Bang
Many spellships was cut down, but visually. It’s like none.
Fwooosh! Bang! POW!
Both side exchange fire. Both are relentless, seeking the other side’s demise. Mankind has shields but Scourges has numbers.
Crack!
The sound was heard throughout the ship. They look up to see the mana shield has cracked. The barrier are becoming none
Auther's notes: While writing this I attempts to dispy the horrors of war, what It felt like for those that experience it. Which in turn really made me sad to think that this can be happening to someone right now. I hope that I portray it correctly. If not I apologized for my interpretation. I salutes to those who has to witness and experience war first hand. Bless those who died in it. Thank you for your courage and bravery!
