Post by lilnoomer on Nov 27, 2021 14:37:01 GMT
News channels across the capital of Triaxis were all at once broadcasting a motivational film showing the apex of the last Shadow Scourge war. Of Lord Admiral Trench's valiant stand against the horde, of the destruction of the Righteous Dawn. A grand display of an age past when the Tranatonian Empire won through overwhelming force not coercion, seduction, and infiltration. An age many remember fondly despite the war, and terror. All of this abruptly interrupted. The many headlight televisions popping with static and a moment later a live camera feed appearing. The underworld rebellion for the first time ever managing to hijack the broadcasting signals of the capital. Well monitored, defended, and encrypted it was not an easy feat, or one that wouldn't cost them. And with the capitals signal the hijakced broadcast was nationwide.
The feed showed a dark apartment room a window behind the Tranatonian with tattered blinds covering the outside. Occasionally lights flooding through it and casting the black scaled man out of sight. The Tranatonian man absolutely surrounded by computers. He was frantic rushed, but spoke with purpose and confidence.
"I don't have long, many brave men and women are dying at this moment to get this signal out. To you, the people. Unfiltered look at what Ritz has been doing to this nation! I'm Kelron just your average citizen, and I don't have long until they track me."
He said nothing more instead grabbing a screen on a swivel mount and swinging it around to face the live feed. It showed the under-levels of Triaxis' many metropolis'. Dark barely any light flooding in from the high rises, aircraft hovering between the streets with spotlights. The feed was from some form of handheld recording device. It showed six days of the large eight legged riot control walkers. Mercilessly gunning down anyone outside of curfew, a few times shooting someone out of cold blood. The things were towering, black carapace like armor one large main gun on the top, and a litany of small arms around it's exterior pointing in every direction. The camera flicked to a ships exterior camera showing a large Tranatonian ship coming out of FTL and thousands of missiles launching from it onto a forested planets surface, by the time it re-entered FTL the green ball had a giant scorch of black across it's main continent. The camera flicked again to a metropolis amongst a jungle. Ships in mass taking off, colliding with other vessels, the sky red, and screams being heard en masse. A first strike, than thousands of others as missiles obliterated them, along with the camera feed. It switched again, and again. Citizens being publicly executed with impunity in the undercities, crimes by the government far more than just merciless killing. Soon the screen was pulled back. The last video it cut to of was a group of six Tranatonians. A female with five hatchlings. The camera was some form of CCTV showing a large policing craft lowering to the city with a spotlight at the group. "Citizen FTB-9807261 you are under violation of civilian curfew." The woman spoke quickly, frantically. "No, no! I was just running late, my flat is just across the corn-" Despite her pleas the voice continued without interruption. "Under curfew-law 18C Section 88B you are sentenced to summary execution." The sounds of the drones central minigun spinning up, then the video cut out.
The Tranatonian man spoke, pulling away the monitor. The sounds of roaring engines touching down nearby, and moments later gunshots filled the feed.
"Do you not remember the time of Cloudriel? An Empire in harmony, working together and fighting against the tyrannical forces of Allied Systems of Avalorn? Or her valiant stand against Shadow Scourge? Have you ever wondered where she had gone?! Where our Empire is going?! Think! I am but a messenger!" The sounds of engines of grew greater, and a moment later the sounds of gunfire echoing throughout. "We are fighting! The Crimson Queen the blood of Cloudriel fights for you! The Tranatonian Liberation Army fights for a better tomorrow. For a time of yore when we were one people, one nation. Not controlled, suppressed, and with our people living in horror. Open your eyes to your fellow Tranatonians. Would Trench stand for such an upfront to his people? In war victory! in peace vigilance! In death sacrifice! Look to our leader, to our hope, to the future of our people!" He grabbed the screen and shoved it back into view. The screen cracking as it hit the camera, and bounced back slightly still in view. The sounds of gunshots grew louder, the spokesperson stood straight, and to attention towards presumably the door to the room.
The Camera showed back to the first video. On the last of the walker marching through the street two rockets came from the street hitting the vehicle, and crippling it. It fell, and it's main gun swiveled, letting out a low whine as a graviton beam erupted and the building the camera was in collapsed. A female Tranatonian toppling with the camera, debris running through her head as the cracked camera watched a dozen Tranatonians fight against the walker, and at the end ripping out the crew of the craft. As the video cut a red brilliant light erupted on top of the walker in the blink of an eye it almost appeared as a figure. The screen cut to the last video shown afterwards. The minigun of the drone roaring to life, and a brilliant light filling the camera feed. As the light faded, and the minigun fire stopped the Tranatonian family was intact, and blocking the bullets for them a Tranatonian woman with scales of brilliant red, and two large red wings like that of a phoenix. Despite the hail of bullets looking entirely fine. The drone's mechanical voice started again. "New target acquired. Unit 18978 designation Cloudriel. By order of Grand Admiral Ritzal and the admiralty board you are to be eliminated. All safeguards disengaged." At the same time they hit each other. The Crimson figure Tranatonian folklore, and surrounded in mystery. Ans the policing drone. The red figure manifested in her hand a long arc of what could only be described as spear of red electricity, while the drone spooled up it's minigun, and primed it's many missiles.
Before the video could finish the Tranatonian man, Kelron spoke in sync with the video. "The uncalled for genocide of Araxis, secret super weapons, keeping us isolated for 'the greater good'! Would Cloudriel, or Trench stand for this?! I think not! The Blood of Cloudriel will see us to salvation of our Empire. I give my life for yo-"
The video feed cut out across the capital the briefest moment of white as the apartment used as Kelrons base was hit. The static stayed for almost a minute before it flickered to an image of the Tranatonian flag.
"Mandatory Curfew is now in effect, all Citizens please vacate to your place of residence. Please stand by while we asses the situation, and get Grand Admiral Ritzal to make a statement."
The scheduled broadcasts did not continue. Just the image of the Tranatonian flag, and the people to lie in wait while contemplation what they had seen. The first piece of the Tranatonian Empires rebellion was put into place.
The feed showed a dark apartment room a window behind the Tranatonian with tattered blinds covering the outside. Occasionally lights flooding through it and casting the black scaled man out of sight. The Tranatonian man absolutely surrounded by computers. He was frantic rushed, but spoke with purpose and confidence.
"I don't have long, many brave men and women are dying at this moment to get this signal out. To you, the people. Unfiltered look at what Ritz has been doing to this nation! I'm Kelron just your average citizen, and I don't have long until they track me."
He said nothing more instead grabbing a screen on a swivel mount and swinging it around to face the live feed. It showed the under-levels of Triaxis' many metropolis'. Dark barely any light flooding in from the high rises, aircraft hovering between the streets with spotlights. The feed was from some form of handheld recording device. It showed six days of the large eight legged riot control walkers. Mercilessly gunning down anyone outside of curfew, a few times shooting someone out of cold blood. The things were towering, black carapace like armor one large main gun on the top, and a litany of small arms around it's exterior pointing in every direction. The camera flicked to a ships exterior camera showing a large Tranatonian ship coming out of FTL and thousands of missiles launching from it onto a forested planets surface, by the time it re-entered FTL the green ball had a giant scorch of black across it's main continent. The camera flicked again to a metropolis amongst a jungle. Ships in mass taking off, colliding with other vessels, the sky red, and screams being heard en masse. A first strike, than thousands of others as missiles obliterated them, along with the camera feed. It switched again, and again. Citizens being publicly executed with impunity in the undercities, crimes by the government far more than just merciless killing. Soon the screen was pulled back. The last video it cut to of was a group of six Tranatonians. A female with five hatchlings. The camera was some form of CCTV showing a large policing craft lowering to the city with a spotlight at the group. "Citizen FTB-9807261 you are under violation of civilian curfew." The woman spoke quickly, frantically. "No, no! I was just running late, my flat is just across the corn-" Despite her pleas the voice continued without interruption. "Under curfew-law 18C Section 88B you are sentenced to summary execution." The sounds of the drones central minigun spinning up, then the video cut out.
The Tranatonian man spoke, pulling away the monitor. The sounds of roaring engines touching down nearby, and moments later gunshots filled the feed.
"Do you not remember the time of Cloudriel? An Empire in harmony, working together and fighting against the tyrannical forces of Allied Systems of Avalorn? Or her valiant stand against Shadow Scourge? Have you ever wondered where she had gone?! Where our Empire is going?! Think! I am but a messenger!" The sounds of engines of grew greater, and a moment later the sounds of gunfire echoing throughout. "We are fighting! The Crimson Queen the blood of Cloudriel fights for you! The Tranatonian Liberation Army fights for a better tomorrow. For a time of yore when we were one people, one nation. Not controlled, suppressed, and with our people living in horror. Open your eyes to your fellow Tranatonians. Would Trench stand for such an upfront to his people? In war victory! in peace vigilance! In death sacrifice! Look to our leader, to our hope, to the future of our people!" He grabbed the screen and shoved it back into view. The screen cracking as it hit the camera, and bounced back slightly still in view. The sounds of gunshots grew louder, the spokesperson stood straight, and to attention towards presumably the door to the room.
The Camera showed back to the first video. On the last of the walker marching through the street two rockets came from the street hitting the vehicle, and crippling it. It fell, and it's main gun swiveled, letting out a low whine as a graviton beam erupted and the building the camera was in collapsed. A female Tranatonian toppling with the camera, debris running through her head as the cracked camera watched a dozen Tranatonians fight against the walker, and at the end ripping out the crew of the craft. As the video cut a red brilliant light erupted on top of the walker in the blink of an eye it almost appeared as a figure. The screen cut to the last video shown afterwards. The minigun of the drone roaring to life, and a brilliant light filling the camera feed. As the light faded, and the minigun fire stopped the Tranatonian family was intact, and blocking the bullets for them a Tranatonian woman with scales of brilliant red, and two large red wings like that of a phoenix. Despite the hail of bullets looking entirely fine. The drone's mechanical voice started again. "New target acquired. Unit 18978 designation Cloudriel. By order of Grand Admiral Ritzal and the admiralty board you are to be eliminated. All safeguards disengaged." At the same time they hit each other. The Crimson figure Tranatonian folklore, and surrounded in mystery. Ans the policing drone. The red figure manifested in her hand a long arc of what could only be described as spear of red electricity, while the drone spooled up it's minigun, and primed it's many missiles.
Before the video could finish the Tranatonian man, Kelron spoke in sync with the video. "The uncalled for genocide of Araxis, secret super weapons, keeping us isolated for 'the greater good'! Would Cloudriel, or Trench stand for this?! I think not! The Blood of Cloudriel will see us to salvation of our Empire. I give my life for yo-"
The video feed cut out across the capital the briefest moment of white as the apartment used as Kelrons base was hit. The static stayed for almost a minute before it flickered to an image of the Tranatonian flag.
"Mandatory Curfew is now in effect, all Citizens please vacate to your place of residence. Please stand by while we asses the situation, and get Grand Admiral Ritzal to make a statement."
The scheduled broadcasts did not continue. Just the image of the Tranatonian flag, and the people to lie in wait while contemplation what they had seen. The first piece of the Tranatonian Empires rebellion was put into place.