05-18-2014, 06:16 PM
PPC: Captain Miko Istivak
It is time you and your men go home.
The words acted like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man. Every man and woman in his command lifted their heads with a renewed vigour. Unfortunately reality still hung over their heads as well in the form of a frantic mob.
He could not precisely blame them, two hundred civilians who had just witnessed a slaughter, many of whom were probably friends or even family. Still, when the rose from their dejected silence to swarm towards the Legionnaires and freedom he grimaced at the foolishness.
Raising the barrel of his rifle to the concrete roof he fired two precise shots that echoed through the chamber-like vault of the Fortress. He did not see all of their reactions, but the action was enough to make them stop in their tracks. "Please, I ask for your co-operation. The area is still dangerous, stay calm and wait for further instruction. We will make it out alive."
Miko doubted it would be much consolation for the poor bastards, but it was for their own good.
"We have secured planes, but need pilots. It is hoped some have survived, and are with you now? There is space enough for your men as well."
Miko had not considered the possibility, he had been so focused on the survival of as many as possible. Still, he was required to report every single entry and exit made at the airport under the Commander's strict lockdown. He had some idea, if not precise details.
"The Airport was closed to normal flights due to the impending arrival of the Ascendancy. Access was restricted to a few, pilots among them while they were grounded. I'm afraid I don't know if they are alive. We have managed to save two hundred civilians. I will have my soldiers ask."
It did not take long to sort through the shell-shocked civilians. Four men and two women were brought to him.
"These people here all have flight experience," Private Shair said briskly as he approached.
Miko repressed a wince. He was sure there would be more than half a dozen. How many had died?
He turned back to the Legionnaire, his face hard. "Your orders?"
It is time you and your men go home.
The words acted like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man. Every man and woman in his command lifted their heads with a renewed vigour. Unfortunately reality still hung over their heads as well in the form of a frantic mob.
He could not precisely blame them, two hundred civilians who had just witnessed a slaughter, many of whom were probably friends or even family. Still, when the rose from their dejected silence to swarm towards the Legionnaires and freedom he grimaced at the foolishness.
Raising the barrel of his rifle to the concrete roof he fired two precise shots that echoed through the chamber-like vault of the Fortress. He did not see all of their reactions, but the action was enough to make them stop in their tracks. "Please, I ask for your co-operation. The area is still dangerous, stay calm and wait for further instruction. We will make it out alive."
Miko doubted it would be much consolation for the poor bastards, but it was for their own good.
"We have secured planes, but need pilots. It is hoped some have survived, and are with you now? There is space enough for your men as well."
Miko had not considered the possibility, he had been so focused on the survival of as many as possible. Still, he was required to report every single entry and exit made at the airport under the Commander's strict lockdown. He had some idea, if not precise details.
"The Airport was closed to normal flights due to the impending arrival of the Ascendancy. Access was restricted to a few, pilots among them while they were grounded. I'm afraid I don't know if they are alive. We have managed to save two hundred civilians. I will have my soldiers ask."
It did not take long to sort through the shell-shocked civilians. Four men and two women were brought to him.
"These people here all have flight experience," Private Shair said briskly as he approached.
Miko repressed a wince. He was sure there would be more than half a dozen. How many had died?
He turned back to the Legionnaire, his face hard. "Your orders?"
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."