Churning and humming, hissing and crashing. These are all the sounds found on the smoggy world, automatons and robotic factories litter the toxic world. Acid rain and nuclear fallout penetrates deep into the dark soil. This poisonous world is populated and ruled by tall green beings fewer then fifty thousand in number. Adults born and raised on this planet develop an affinity to the radiation and poison but unfortunately many children exposed to this environment die before reaching adolescence. The ability to control the radiation and the machines linked to which is highly glorified among these beings. Those who are weak or those who do not meet that standard affinity to the radiation are subject to living a life of humility or by any luck to die in suicide squads comprised of these individuals to carry out impossible missions. The strong and most able to direct radiation and poison live lives of comfort and do very little work. They use their abilities to claim dominion on the technology of the planet. But when times are tough and enemy invasions plentiful the ones that can manipulate the poisons of the world the most are the ones that are the most elite soldiers.
These people have very few enemies. A person who could survive the trying time of childhood would emerge in a fairly empty world. Resources are plentiful and fights among the people are small. The biggest threat to an adult was Rikti invasion. The Rikti see the clear and huge profit in taking over these peoples home world. The population is small; so there would be few people to resist any invasion force is the thoughts of many Rikti. But they didnt expect the peoples most elites inherit ability to use their toxic environment. By this the Rikti are easily repelled but defending is increasingly difficult for the people because every invasion brought the grim tidings that fewer and fewer elite are left and soon there would be no defence if the Rikti continue to hack away at it. Many people decide to use the useless, often homeless and always weak individuals to bomb the Rikti carriers and bring the fight to the Rikti.
At this period in their history a baby is born by the name of Cleeborg. The birth of a child is rare and worth of celebration due to the high percentage of miscarriages and fatal mutations. Cleeborg is showered in the common rituals and rites of the peoples traditions, in hopes that the baby would not die in childhood and more importantly in the hopes that he would turn out to have a very strong affinity. Cleeborgs childhood is much the same as every other child, he didnt see or hear of many other children and if he did they usually died of radiation sickness in the following month. To much disappointment of his parents and to the people Cleeborg had many weeks and sometimes months of fever and illness. This is a clear sign of an individuals below average affinity and their almost certain sad future. When Cleeborg became a young adult his health was increasingly better but it was apparent that his affinity took a major hit during childhood. The others could clear and relocate small radiation storms and would be able to extract toxins from the soil and reform them into nutrients. Cleeborg was far behind everyone else his age in affinity and lived a life that reflected this affinity. Once he finally became an adult Cleeborg decided to join the military to defend his people and hopefully, with any luck he would earn some glory and the people would begin respect him. Once Cleeborg went through the very basic and limited training available to someone with a below average radiation affinity he was assigned to a suicide squad, Cleeborg understood what this meant and people were very blunt and straight forward with the naming of the squads. Cleeborg read in literature given to members of a suicide squad that, 89% get shot down in their bombing mission against the Rikti.
Cleeborg was clearly discouraged at his situation but he understood that living his life would not be living life at all but a journey of humiliation and negativity which ultimately led to his death. But in contrast, Cleeborg could leave life taking the knowledge that he gained his respect from the people. His suicide squad and many others were called to bomb a Rikti war-ship that was in comparison to normal missions, quite a distance away. Instead of the usual Rikti mother ship or Rikti carrier near the home worlds orbit this mission was quite different. It required more then one squad and the bombers would be carried to the Rikti war-ship on a carrier. Once the carrier reached its destination the hatches to release the bombers were open and with a shriek of the boosters they were out of the interior of the ship and in the void of space. Cleeborg and his company were staring straight at face of Rikti fighters ready to intercept them. The two forces were closing in, both parties reluctant to fire off a laser or a torpedo. Then almost at blink of an eye the Rikti weapons hit and destroyed one of the bombers. More and more followed. Seeing this Cleeborg and the suicide squads went into a panic. Some continued at the ever closer hull of the warship while others attempted to fight off the Rikti, nearly all of which disappeared in a bright flash of orange leaving only scraps while others were ruined to clumps of salvage, unrecognizable to the original form. Cleeborg, a few other bombers and three fighters escorting them reached the hull. With joy they unleashed torrents and barrages, opening some of the hull then screeching by it, only leaving it to the mercy of the vacuum of space. The numerous cries of pain and the few voices of joy and bloodlust could be heard on all the ships communications once the bombers emptied their final explosives.
Cleeborg and the survivors thought of what to do next. Their ammunition is gone. The carrier is a long way away. Most of the ships are destroyed. They are outnumbered. They are ready to die, no where to escape. The literature given to them gives many options referring to this situation. It reads, The following are actions you can take at the end of your objective: Steer you craft and crash into the enemy ship in a final act of defiance. Not many are ready to accept this so you may choose to wait to die by Rikti fire. Alternatively you may eject your control room and die in the darkness of space. Another alternative is to attempt the escape pod, by any luck your pod would not be detected and you can starve to death. It is also important to note that we do not retrieve suicide squads. Once again, Cleeborgs people are notorious for stating the facts as they are. Cleeborg watched as some of his friends ejected and turned into green mist in the vacuum of space. Others created very sizable holes in the Rikti ship by committing kamikaze. Cleeborg decided to extend his life a bit longer by preparing to take the escape pod.
Cleeborg climbed and crawled his way out of his control room and headed to the direction of the escape pod. As soon as he reached the hatch to the escape pod a violent thrust threw Cleeborg into a corner and knocking him unconscious
His bomber was scrapped mimicking the rubbage and destruction of the other ships. His craft was sent off to space hurling towards the unknown in a mysterious system and in a barely explored part of the galaxy. Cleeborg lies in what seems like his sepulchre, his tomb and his place of death
In a haze and in a pain Cleeborg shambles to his feet. There wasnt much to stand on or even move around, this corridor was in a wreck. He couldnt check the ships status because the way back was dark, sharp and partially blocked. Cleeborg looked to the escape pod hatch and noticed he could reach it. Cleeborg decided that if he waits where he is the ship could break open, the radioactive engines would cook him, it could crush him or a number of other predicaments. Reluctantly Cleeborg climbed in the cramped pod with his face an inch away from the foot wide window. At this point Cleeborg is shaken and with his twitching hands he closes the hatch behind him and shoots out into space
The pod was unbearable to Cleeborg. It spun as it moved making it impossible to tell where he was and where if need be his vomit would land. Cleeborg was beginning to prefer being the weakest of his people or even dieing back in his ship rather then being stuck in this pod. It seemed like weeks that Cleeborg was stuck with his thoughts, praying and hoping that his starvation would finally kill him. Cleeborg was in and out of sleep always dazed and sick in-between waking up. Suddenly awoken from this eternal torture by the escalating rattling of the pod. Cleeborg opened his eyes to see a strange world. The image was a very sobering experience for Cleeborg, The water of this planet was a weird vibrant blue rather to the familiar gaseous green syrup of his home world. The land was green and bright in contrast to the comforting dark brown mud of his home world. Cleeborg was getting increasingly close to impact, and the fire of the entry began to heat up the pod and block most of his view. But the closer Cleeborg got the more features he could make out. The clouds on this planet were a blanket of white instead of black smog he spent his childhood staring at. The mountains had an icy summit in comparison to the happy grime and highly flammable summit of his home world. Cleeborgs observations where ended by a loud violent thud. Impact was followed up by a short roll downwards.
When the pod came to a complete stop Cleeborg attempted to find a window that wasnt obscured. He fumbled around and made a complete turn and looked through the other window, only to see the clouds he commented to earlier. He adjusted himself once more and faced the hatch. Cleeborg lifted open the hatch and experienced a light so bright that he couldnt compare it to anything. This light was similar to the warm comfort of a radioactive spill. His eyes began to adjust but by that time Cleeborg crawled out of the pod and felt the odd texture of the grass. Cleeborg was shocked; he never saw such a world. This world is brighter then his home world. This world has an abundance of creatures. This world has smells, noises and textures that are amazing. The sites are nothing like his home world. This world isnt dark and infested with factories. This world isnt terrorized by the fear of mutation. This world is Earth.
Churning and humming, hissing and crashing. These are all the sounds found on the smoggy world, automatons and robotic factories litter the toxic world. Acid rain and nuclear fallout penetrates deep into the dark soil. This poisonous world is populated and ruled by tall green beings fewer then fifty thousand in number. Adults born and raised on this planet develop an affinity to the radiation and poison but unfortunately many children exposed to this environment die before reaching adolescence. The ability to control the radiation and the machines linked to which is highly glorified among these beings. Those who are weak or those who do not meet that standard affinity to the radiation are subject to living a life of humility or by any luck to die in suicide squads comprised of these individuals to carry out impossible missions. The strong and most able to direct radiation and poison live lives of comfort and do very little work. They use their abilities to claim dominion on the technology of the planet. But when times are tough and enemy invasions plentiful the ones that can manipulate the poisons of the world the most are the ones that are the most elite soldiers.
These people have very few enemies. A person who could survive the trying time of childhood would emerge in a fairly empty world. Resources are plentiful and fights among the people are small. The biggest threat to an adult was Rikti invasion. The Rikti see the clear and huge profit in taking over these peoples home world. The population is small; so there would be few people to resist any invasion force is the thoughts of many Rikti. But they didnt expect the peoples most elites inherit ability to use their toxic environment. By this the Rikti are easily repelled but defending is increasingly difficult for the people because every invasion brought the grim tidings that fewer and fewer elite are left and soon there would be no defence if the Rikti continue to hack away at it. Many people decide to use the useless, often homeless and always weak individuals to bomb the Rikti carriers and bring the fight to the Rikti.
At this period in their history a baby is born by the name of Cleeborg. The birth of a child is rare and worth of celebration due to the high percentage of miscarriages and fatal mutations. Cleeborg is showered in the common rituals and rites of the peoples traditions, in hopes that the baby would not die in childhood and more importantly in the hopes that he would turn out to have a very strong affinity. Cleeborgs childhood is much the same as every other child, he didnt see or hear of many other children and if he did they usually died of radiation sickness in the following month. To much disappointment of his parents and to the people Cleeborg had many weeks and sometimes months of fever and illness. This is a clear sign of an individuals below average affinity and their almost certain sad future. When Cleeborg became a young adult his health was increasingly better but it was apparent that his affinity took a major hit during childhood. The others could clear and relocate small radiation storms and would be able to extract toxins from the soil and reform them into nutrients. Cleeborg was far behind everyone else his age in affinity and lived a life that reflected this affinity. Once he finally became an adult Cleeborg decided to join the military to defend his people and hopefully, with any luck he would earn some glory and the people would begin respect him. Once Cleeborg went through the very basic and limited training available to someone with a below average radiation affinity he was assigned to a suicide squad, Cleeborg understood what this meant and people were very blunt and straight forward with the naming of the squads. Cleeborg read in literature given to members of a suicide squad that, 89% get shot down in their bombing mission against the Rikti.
Cleeborg was clearly discouraged at his situation but he understood that living his life would not be living life at all but a journey of humiliation and negativity which ultimately led to his death. But in contrast, Cleeborg could leave life taking the knowledge that he gained his respect from the people. His suicide squad and many others were called to bomb a Rikti war-ship that was in comparison to normal missions, quite a distance away. Instead of the usual Rikti mother ship or Rikti carrier near the home worlds orbit this mission was quite different. It required more then one squad and the bombers would be carried to the Rikti war-ship on a carrier. Once the carrier reached its destination the hatches to release the bombers were open and with a shriek of the boosters they were out of the interior of the ship and in the void of space. Cleeborg and his company were staring straight at face of Rikti fighters ready to intercept them. The two forces were closing in, both parties reluctant to fire off a laser or a torpedo. Then almost at blink of an eye the Rikti weapons hit and destroyed one of the bombers. More and more followed. Seeing this Cleeborg and the suicide squads went into a panic. Some continued at the ever closer hull of the warship while others attempted to fight off the Rikti, nearly all of which disappeared in a bright flash of orange leaving only scraps while others were ruined to clumps of salvage, unrecognizable to the original form. Cleeborg, a few other bombers and three fighters escorting them reached the hull. With joy they unleashed torrents and barrages, opening some of the hull then screeching by it, only leaving it to the mercy of the vacuum of space. The numerous cries of pain and the few voices of joy and bloodlust could be heard on all the ships communications once the bombers emptied their final explosives.
Cleeborg and the survivors thought of what to do next. Their ammunition is gone. The carrier is a long way away. Most of the ships are destroyed. They are outnumbered. They are ready to die, no where to escape. The literature given to them gives many options referring to this situation. It reads, The following are actions you can take at the end of your objective: Steer you craft and crash into the enemy ship in a final act of defiance. Not many are ready to accept this so you may choose to wait to die by Rikti fire. Alternatively you may eject your control room and die in the darkness of space. Another alternative is to attempt the escape pod, by any luck your pod would not be detected and you can starve to death. It is also important to note that we do not retrieve suicide squads. Once again, Cleeborgs people are notorious for stating the facts as they are. Cleeborg watched as some of his friends ejected and turned into green mist in the vacuum of space. Others created very sizable holes in the Rikti ship by committing kamikaze. Cleeborg decided to extend his life a bit longer by preparing to take the escape pod.
Cleeborg climbed and crawled his way out of his control room and headed to the direction of the escape pod. As soon as he reached the hatch to the escape pod a violent thrust threw Cleeborg into a corner and knocking him unconscious
His bomber was scrapped mimicking the rubbage and destruction of the other ships. His craft was sent off to space hurling towards the unknown in a mysterious system and in a barely explored part of the galaxy. Cleeborg lies in what seems like his sepulchre, his tomb and his place of death
In a haze and in a pain Cleeborg shambles to his feet. There wasnt much to stand on or even move around, this corridor was in a wreck. He couldnt check the ships status because the way back was dark, sharp and partially blocked. Cleeborg looked to the escape pod hatch and noticed he could reach it. Cleeborg decided that if he waits where he is the ship could break open, the radioactive engines would cook him, it could crush him or a number of other predicaments. Reluctantly Cleeborg climbed in the cramped pod with his face an inch away from the foot wide window. At this point Cleeborg is shaken and with his twitching hands he closes the hatch behind him and shoots out into space
The pod was unbearable to Cleeborg. It spun as it moved making it impossible to tell where he was and where if need be his vomit would land. Cleeborg was beginning to prefer being the weakest of his people or even dieing back in his ship rather then being stuck in this pod. It seemed like weeks that Cleeborg was stuck with his thoughts, praying and hoping that his starvation would finally kill him. Cleeborg was in and out of sleep always dazed and sick in-between waking up. Suddenly awoken from this eternal torture by the escalating rattling of the pod. Cleeborg opened his eyes to see a strange world. The image was a very sobering experience for Cleeborg, The water of this planet was a weird vibrant blue rather to the familiar gaseous green syrup of his home world. The land was green and bright in contrast to the comforting dark brown mud of his home world. Cleeborg was getting increasingly close to impact, and the fire of the entry began to heat up the pod and block most of his view. But the closer Cleeborg got the more features he could make out. The clouds on this planet were a blanket of white instead of black smog he spent his childhood staring at. The mountains had an icy summit in comparison to the happy grime and highly flammable summit of his home world. Cleeborgs observations where ended by a loud violent thud. Impact was followed up by a short roll downwards.
When the pod came to a complete stop Cleeborg attempted to find a window that wasnt obscured. He fumbled around and made a complete turn and looked through the other window, only to see the clouds he commented to earlier. He adjusted himself once more and faced the hatch. Cleeborg lifted open the hatch and experienced a light so bright that he couldnt compare it to anything. This light was similar to the warm comfort of a radioactive spill. His eyes began to adjust but by that time Cleeborg crawled out of the pod and felt the odd texture of the grass. Cleeborg was shocked; he never saw such a world. This world is brighter then his home world. This world has an abundance of creatures. This world has smells, noises and textures that are amazing. The sites are nothing like his home world. This world isnt dark and infested with factories. This world isnt terrorized by the fear of mutation. This world is Earth.
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