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(Woo~! This creation is to mark my second year anniversary here at DA!)

-- The 23rd are thrown into a deseperate counterattack to save their loved ones on Aldrasyn while taking on the brunt of the Alliance's forward fleet in Repenter Gunships.

When the ANS Missionori reached the outer planetary world of Aldrasyn, we onboard were welcomed as comrades among the nelri refugees of Zarmyn 4. However, despite our warmongering Alliance command's hidden interest in seizing the planet’s natural resources for the war effort, we thought for a better plan. For what seemed like a few months orbiting the planet’s atmosphere by our superiors' orders; we broke contact with them and ended up helping those who fled the war for years… and their company wasn't half bad either. Our aid saved them from what would have been barbaric times ahead, cultivating the world’s lands into something that reminded many of us of home… at least the one we carelessly forgot. Granted, Aldrasyn was peaceful before the Alliance arrived to check on things, who were now too inconsolable to trust. They marked us as traitors - marking us within their crosshairs as we prepared the flight deck for retaliation. It was no mere hallucination though when the Alliance’s forward fleet fired past us to the world we had called home – acting to obliterate our dreams. For the moment, the fine men and women of the bridge stared at one another in shock when we learnt news that the capital city took a direct hit from their first barrage. After that? …well I could hardly remember what I was feeling. Mostly everyone else was hit with rage while some others were hit by remorse. But as we sent out the 23rd, launching from our only ship to face an entire armada opposing our new way of life; I reached into my pocket to retrieve my family… only a mere photo now if God had left us surely to die. Perhaps if I was left on Aldrasyn, every minute left with them sounded far better than the war I was about to commit to.

-- An excerpt taken from the journal of Lieutenant Commander, Jorel Xarnasscys.

All of the above in its entirety, belongs to me - © Kristopher P. Love.

Description
(Woo~! This creation is to mark my second year anniversary here at DA!)

-- The 23rd are thrown into a deseperate counterattack to save their loved ones on Aldrasyn while taking on the brunt of the Alliance's forward fleet in Repenter Gunships.

When the ANS Missionori reached the outer planetary world of Aldrasyn, we onboard were welcomed as comrades among the nelri refugees of Zarmyn 4. However, despite our warmongering Alliance command's hidden interest in seizing the planet’s natural resources for the war effort, we thought for a better plan. For what seemed like a few months orbiting the planet’s atmosphere by our superiors' orders; we broke contact with them and ended up helping those who fled the war for years… and their company wasn't half bad either. Our aid saved them from what would have been barbaric times ahead, cultivating the world’s lands into something that reminded many of us of home… at least the one we carelessly forgot. Granted, Aldrasyn was peaceful before the Alliance arrived to check on things, who were now too inconsolable to trust. They marked us as traitors - marking us within their crosshairs as we prepared the flight deck for retaliation. It was no mere hallucination though when the Alliance’s forward fleet fired past us to the world we had called home – acting to obliterate our dreams. For the moment, the fine men and women of the bridge stared at one another in shock when we learnt news that the capital city took a direct hit from their first barrage. After that? …well I could hardly remember what I was feeling. Mostly everyone else was hit with rage while some others were hit by remorse. But as we sent out the 23rd, launching from our only ship to face an entire armada opposing our new way of life; I reached into my pocket to retrieve my family… only a mere photo now if God had left us surely to die. Perhaps if I was left on Aldrasyn, every minute left with them sounded far better than the war I was about to commit to.

-- An excerpt taken from the journal of Lieutenant Commander, Jorel Xarnasscys.

All of the above in its entirety, belongs to me - © Kristopher P. Love.