- You've contacted Siren Command using the emergency line. What's the situation? Over.
- Sir! ....... reinforcements ha- ... rushed ... -llied lines! All un- ....... heavy dam- ........ completely destroyed. W- ............ back! Ov-..
- There's interference on your line. What is going on there? Over.
- ....... -my has depl- ... eral jammers. Th- prevent all comm- ......... -ing through. T-
[An explosion]
- Report, soldier!
- They'v- ............. artillery strik-.............. -osition! Ever-........ -all back! Fa-...........
[Another explosion, this one louder than the last]
- Status report! Can you retreat? How large is the enemy force?
- We wer-.......-ily outnumbered, at l-.....-en to one. W-........ lost seventy perce-.............. can't hold the area. Over.
- Sound the retreat! Salvage as many forces as you can and fall back to our position! Do you copy?
- ........-re breaking throu- ....
- I said retreat! Do you copy?
- ................
- Answer!
- It's no use, sir. We've lost the signal.
- Dammit!
- We're going to have to report this to the Commander. Your orders?
- ...Fine. He should be arriving any moment anyways.
- Understood. How should we.... sir, where are you going?
- What do you think? I'm going to tell him personally. I'm alright, but he'd eat you alive.
- But what are you going to say?
- The truth. Derych has fallen back into enemy control.
At seven in the morning, Lise Lemoize's radio alarm went off, playing her favorite song by Epoch-1006. After flailing about in her covers for a good minute in an attempt to shout off the all-girl rock 'n roll, she quickly dressed into a T-shirt and jogging pants and went downstairs to start her daily ten-minute jog in a garden nearby.
Before she set off, Lise turned back and admired the dorm she and her sister Treyle had been living in for the past seven years. The red-brick building had been their home ever since their father disappeared and their mother went abroad to work. Siren Academy's administrator at the time had decided to put the two girls, as well as several others who were in similar situations, into a "scholarship" program that allowed them to stay enrolled as long as they passed each school year with at least an 80. But that was a long time ago, and other things had happened since then...
As Lise jogged along, she looked around and took in all of the beautiful scenery. The sparkling light dew... the smell of the grass and flowers and trees... the faint breeze caressing the delicate blooms, it was a breathtaking sight. It's all so beautiful. I'm so lucky to attend this school. Aahhh... Siren Academy really is a wonderful place, Lise thought to herself. She also began to wonder about its past. Surely there must be someone or something that built this. Who founded it? Why is there so much space? Why is everything so big? And why here, away from all the bustling towns and sprawling cities?
When she finished her jog, Lise realized that she actually took twenty minutes. She hurried back up the stairs and into their flat only to find that Treyle had still not yet awoken. Silently, Lise crept up to her sister's bed and looked down. Treyle was an absolute mess, with her blanket and clothes half-off and her long brown hair fanning out in all directions. She was wrapped around her pillow and snoring very loudly. After some thought, Lise took the right side of the bed and lifted it up, letting Treyle slide onto the cold floor.
Waking up was a slow process for Treyle, even as she was right then. First, she noted that she felt as though she had been hit on her left side. After three seconds, Treyle noticed that the surface she was on was not the bed but something colder. As more time passed by, she faintly began to hear Lise scolding her for not waking up.
"Come on, Treyle! I've been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes already! Do you know what time it is? You know we have school again starting today. And we're gonna be late at this rate! Come on, get up!"
"...uunnn......"
"Hey, we're gonna miss the tram at this rate! Hurry up or I'm not making breakfast for you."
".....alright... I'll get out, Lise. Just make me something and I'll....."
Lise walked out of the room, knowing that her sister wouldn't skip out on breakfast for her life. She headed into the small kitchen area and began to make some toast and warm up the stove. Treyle, on the other hand, got out of her bed and straightened herself up a little. Her hair was still a mess, though. Drawn out by the smells drifting out from the kitchen, Treyle stumbled towards a dining table and sat herself down. Lise then brought their light breakfast to the table: a piece of toast, a fried egg, and some milk.
"What's with this breakfast? I can barely see it!"
"Oh don't be so greedy. It's your fault, anyways. If you had woken up earlier, I would have had more time to cook."
"Well, you could have started when I was asleep and then have gotten me."
"Hey, shut it! At least I'm actually making breakfast for you! You know, if you were a bit more responsible, I wouldn't have to look over you so much..."
As they continued to argue, their breakfast continued to not be eaten. Only after a good ten minutes or so did they realize how much time they didn't have left to make the tram. Abandoning their little squabble and stuffing the food down their throats, Lise and Treyle hurried themselves to their rooms to get dressed. Treyle put on a blue shirt with spagetti straps and khaki shorts, while Lise donned a green V-neck and jeans. They then rushed to the bathroom. After a little make-up time, Lise took her hair and tied it into a loose bun. Treyle brushed her hair only a little and let it retain most of its bedhead curliness. Wasting no time to admire themselves in the mirror, the pair ran outside to the stairs, then came back for their bookbags, and left again, leaving the door unlocked for the janitors. All this, excluding breakfast, took fifteen minutes and left only five minutes for them to get to the 7:35 tram's last call.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Grand Design I
Mot Eredar was never a very patient boy, and today was just not his day. A long train ride from a military center far north, made even longer by the constant security checkpoints, the Scrubbing stations, and all other sorts of delays that coincidentally occurred today. Even more so, he had to switch trains, from his previous line to a civilian line. It was too much, and he knew it.Cyr was probably behind all of this, and Mot swore that he would have his moment of revenge one day.
After he had switched, the train he was riding sped as fast as it possibly couldn't to a larger station in the south, taking its sweet time to admire the scenery of a barren and wartorn land. It took a full thirty minutes.After that, Mot took a fast track down to the town known as Cephnia even further south. It was famous for its prestigious and exceedingly large school, Siren Academy, and he was to be stationed there for an unspecified amount of time. Just wonderful.
The reports stated that it was an exceptionally wealthy school grades kindergarten through senior year in college, but also the largest and most powerful stronghold in the north after the invasion of Derych. The school grounds were built on it in times of peace, but renovations were being made to return the site to its former power. Also due to the war, most of the male population in the area (as well as the sector) were shipped off to defend the falling front lines, which left a blessed 150 left. Since then, those who graduate from its system are immediately sent up as well, and boys in hiding join wherever there are openings. Because of this, Siren is predominantly female, with around 3000 girls to match the 150 boys. There were no male staff. Mot noted that nothing had changed since his withdrawal two years ago.
Huuuhh... Things are already too complicated for me to work, Mot pondered. What the hell am I supposed to do? Mot had never had any experience with girls, and returning to a school where he had no friends would not help either. His job was not explained to him, other than that he will be stationed there. However, he knew that whatever it was, it was important enough to ask the help of one of the top commanding officers known to Peace and Prosperity. While lost in thought, the train pulled into the Northeast Station at Cephnia. From there, he would switch trains one more time, with this one leading directly into the school grounds, to the TranService station on the main buildings second floor, west side.
Before he switched trains, Mot took his black attache case with him to a bathroom, where he changed from his civilian getup into a more formal black shirt and pants combination. He did not stuff his shirt into his pants, though, because he thought it was too uncomfortable to bother with. However, the end result was not exactly beautiful. A fifteen-year-old child wearing all-black business wear, like that didn't stick out. Mot was quite aware of the stares he was getting, so he blocked out the area around him from others' gazes, His powers, which was not quite sure of, allowed him to slip by and even slightly repulse the crowd, which left him a straight path to his train and almost half a car in free space.
As he settled down into one of the now-free seats on the right, Mot once again rummaged through his case and pulled out a headset-type device, which he promptly attached to the right side of his head. Sector 7 just gets more and more creative, don't they? The machine looked like a slim flip-phone combined with half of a set of headphones and shrunk down to one-fourth the original size. He tinkered with it a little bit until the pre-recorded message played.
---Start---
Mot,
As you apparently have finished setting this little gift I specifically chose for you, I suppose that it's about time you found out what your mission is. If you want to back out, it's two years too late. You will comply. Do you understand?
Mot nooded slightly.
Since you have agreed, let's get down to business. Your job will be to recruit all 150 of Siren Academy's boys into the Extension's army. Every single one. We will need their strength to mount a counteroffensive some time later. Oh, you will be leading that, too. Anyways, you will take and train them into a suitable fighting force. Now, do not worry. There is no deadline for when they will be needed, but main HQ has requested that they be ready by the end of this
year. And you know how much we hate to turn down requests.
Mot frowned a little, recalling how pushy HQ was.
Also, the entirety of the Siren complex will be put to use sometime in the future, maybe weeks, maybe months. You will receive more information on that matter later. This thing can only record for a few minutes, and they're too expensive to buy. But the quality is really good, don't you think? Considering how much it cost in comparison to the value, I think that it's a really good-
"Get on with it!" Mot screamed mentally. He stood up, scoweling a little more.
You should be getting within range of your powers to get to the old labs. Go there as soon as possible, a layout of the situation will be available. But get to class before ceremonies start!
---End---
The device went dead. Mot, still standing, knew he had no time to waste. He was already within range of said labs, and there was only twenty minutes until the opening ceremony began, including the five minutes it would take for the train to stop at the nearest station. So, he took off the device and stowed it away. Picking up his case, Mot stood perfectly still with his eyes closed, picturing himself in total darkness. He envisioned the battered buildings of the labs at the end of the darkness and took a step forward...
Mot Eredar disappeared from reality in that moment.
After he had switched, the train he was riding sped as fast as it possibly couldn't to a larger station in the south, taking its sweet time to admire the scenery of a barren and wartorn land. It took a full thirty minutes.After that, Mot took a fast track down to the town known as Cephnia even further south. It was famous for its prestigious and exceedingly large school, Siren Academy, and he was to be stationed there for an unspecified amount of time. Just wonderful.
The reports stated that it was an exceptionally wealthy school grades kindergarten through senior year in college, but also the largest and most powerful stronghold in the north after the invasion of Derych. The school grounds were built on it in times of peace, but renovations were being made to return the site to its former power. Also due to the war, most of the male population in the area (as well as the sector) were shipped off to defend the falling front lines, which left a blessed 150 left. Since then, those who graduate from its system are immediately sent up as well, and boys in hiding join wherever there are openings. Because of this, Siren is predominantly female, with around 3000 girls to match the 150 boys. There were no male staff. Mot noted that nothing had changed since his withdrawal two years ago.
Huuuhh... Things are already too complicated for me to work, Mot pondered. What the hell am I supposed to do? Mot had never had any experience with girls, and returning to a school where he had no friends would not help either. His job was not explained to him, other than that he will be stationed there. However, he knew that whatever it was, it was important enough to ask the help of one of the top commanding officers known to Peace and Prosperity. While lost in thought, the train pulled into the Northeast Station at Cephnia. From there, he would switch trains one more time, with this one leading directly into the school grounds, to the TranService station on the main buildings second floor, west side.
Before he switched trains, Mot took his black attache case with him to a bathroom, where he changed from his civilian getup into a more formal black shirt and pants combination. He did not stuff his shirt into his pants, though, because he thought it was too uncomfortable to bother with. However, the end result was not exactly beautiful. A fifteen-year-old child wearing all-black business wear, like that didn't stick out. Mot was quite aware of the stares he was getting, so he blocked out the area around him from others' gazes, His powers, which was not quite sure of, allowed him to slip by and even slightly repulse the crowd, which left him a straight path to his train and almost half a car in free space.
As he settled down into one of the now-free seats on the right, Mot once again rummaged through his case and pulled out a headset-type device, which he promptly attached to the right side of his head. Sector 7 just gets more and more creative, don't they? The machine looked like a slim flip-phone combined with half of a set of headphones and shrunk down to one-fourth the original size. He tinkered with it a little bit until the pre-recorded message played.
---Start---
Mot,
As you apparently have finished setting this little gift I specifically chose for you, I suppose that it's about time you found out what your mission is. If you want to back out, it's two years too late. You will comply. Do you understand?
Mot nooded slightly.
Since you have agreed, let's get down to business. Your job will be to recruit all 150 of Siren Academy's boys into the Extension's army. Every single one. We will need their strength to mount a counteroffensive some time later. Oh, you will be leading that, too. Anyways, you will take and train them into a suitable fighting force. Now, do not worry. There is no deadline for when they will be needed, but main HQ has requested that they be ready by the end of this
year. And you know how much we hate to turn down requests.
Mot frowned a little, recalling how pushy HQ was.
Also, the entirety of the Siren complex will be put to use sometime in the future, maybe weeks, maybe months. You will receive more information on that matter later. This thing can only record for a few minutes, and they're too expensive to buy. But the quality is really good, don't you think? Considering how much it cost in comparison to the value, I think that it's a really good-
"Get on with it!" Mot screamed mentally. He stood up, scoweling a little more.
You should be getting within range of your powers to get to the old labs. Go there as soon as possible, a layout of the situation will be available. But get to class before ceremonies start!
---End---
The device went dead. Mot, still standing, knew he had no time to waste. He was already within range of said labs, and there was only twenty minutes until the opening ceremony began, including the five minutes it would take for the train to stop at the nearest station. So, he took off the device and stowed it away. Picking up his case, Mot stood perfectly still with his eyes closed, picturing himself in total darkness. He envisioned the battered buildings of the labs at the end of the darkness and took a step forward...
Mot Eredar disappeared from reality in that moment.
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