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The Liberty. Made of plastics - Lonely_Ghost - 02-23-2015
Part one
" Crossing yourself "
" Crossing yourself "
Chapter 1
Freedom….Justice…Democracy… We were feed by those principles together with mother’s milk. Main, or might be holly principles for our nation. No wonders, that everyone, who protecting them, becoming a hero in eyes of rest.
From a childhood, we were seeing them, as iconic Libertonians. Defenders of innocents, guardians of justice and freedom. Take place in state of the art fighter’s cockpit, launch into space, and defeat anyone, who would threat our people! Those are dreams of most boys and girls. To get into Naval Services- truly foundry of heroes!
Graduation…becoming an adult… and you are on your way to Naval Forces Recruitment facility. Your dream, to become one of those fighter pilots...an angels, how some people calling them. You just wait your call, when you see, how officer enlist you into military academy, and you are on your way to get wings, and see the start from naval fighter…but Lieutenant just briefly read your resume, then took a look on you, and saying:
- Naval infantry.-
- But sir! I want to become a pilot. I’ve been dreaming about it whole my life! I’m in great physical shape and my aptitude tests results are very good.
Why you are enlisting me to naval infantry?-
- Because Naval Infantry could use such a good man in her ranks! Congratulations cadet! - He said, and you already want to get back home, and wish you never have went to this recruitment process.
During first assemble, you get to know, that most of people you know, and who also were determinant to become navy pilots, are here, at Naval Infantry corps. They all like you: everyone from not rich family, having no admirals in relatives or parent’s friends, without governmental ties. This is your first time, when you starting to have a doubt about freedom. No. It’s seems you can’t be whoever you want to be.
But soon, soon you will forget any doubts, because your training days have already began. You will learn, how to respect your superior officer, you will learn, how to obey any order. You will learn, how to love your land, and in case you can’t learn it, you will eat it, and YOU WILL say that it’s sweet as sugar.
- On your feet maggots! You are bunch of Xeno’s crap!- Will be your daily “good morning” from your sergeant. You will know what means pain. Broken arms, limbs, ribs, yaws are nothing comparing to this, when every cell of your body will be moaning in pain. The more you survive…then less human you become. You can’t be a human, no human can hold it. Why? Because you won’t see how “shiny space fighter” fall apart, and pilot will mostly escape in his pod. You will kill people by your hands, literally.
You will be fighting against subjected prisoners. All those public executions, with painless deaths are nothing more than a circus. Prisoner will be turned into deep stasis, and everyone will think he is dead, and he already is. When he awakes, he will be given portion of stimulators and adrenaline, and will be used as our “punching bag”. To pass this training successfully, you need to break your enemy’s throat, and then spine. You are not allowed to use any weapon, but your own arms, physical straight, wild anger and hate. Weaponry trainings are pretty same. Prisoners becoming target practice. They being locked in combat suite, which enhances natural physical abilities, to much our level, and they have shock gun. You have real beam multimode rifle, which can melt a hole into unshielded fighter’s hull.
When we looking on each other, we see, why mariners aren’t most popular parade regiment, and they are always in full body armour, including helmet. You are not allowed to be human. Human can’t slaughter dozens, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of other people, just because he was told to.
This is one of the reason, why all naval infantry does not have simulation fight, like pilots and flight personal has. You should not get used to kill, you should LOVE to do it. Simulations can’t help you here.
Then and only then you can become a Naval Infantry unit and give your life for those, who been treated by you as heroes.
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RE: The Liberty. Made of plastics - Lonely_Ghost - 02-25-2015
Chapter 2
You think, that we are changing… that humanity is maturing, becomes wiser and cleverer. Nope, we still live like thousands years ago. We are same, like our ancestors.
Bread and circuses…like in old times. We want to still hunger, and being entertained. We don’t need the truth, and we shall never have it. You will be the one, who does all dirty work, which will never going to be seen by anyone else. You will do this not because our people or neither our home needs it, but because someone wants it. A long way awaits you. A way of blood, a way of lies and treason, a way of sins, a way, which could be called as prelude to hell, where we all already have a tickets to.
You will see riots on prison station, where armed criminals, with overwhelming hate and anger demolishing everything they encounter. They will have weapons, rivalling your own. No matter, how well we are trained and equipped, there are going to be losses on both sides. Wounds, screams, agony, death… nothing you have not seen before, but just only one difference. Now, everything in real, and you could be same target practice, and every your breath could become the last one.
When the fire is down, and your job is done, you will see that those criminals are just same as you. They been given weapons, they been given orders, they have nothing to loose, except their own life. Heading back to intrusion point, you will see, how security forces agents already collecting prisoner’s weapons… oh just to mention…all Marine Corps will be equipped with same rifles about six month after incidents. But this time, you will see…how will look your end. Crippled, burned corpses is being move by cleaning robots, like they are just garbage. Your dead squad mates, dead criminals, police officers, prison personal… just being taken away to bury, without any leak words and eyes. You have yet to understand your true mission on this station. Everyone, who have been involved into this firelight were nothing but just a test material for new weaponry field tests. But this is your first mission, and you have survived it.
And you can see, on the next day a report, how brave navy pilots destroyed several pirate fighters in attempt to free prisoners from station. You need to get used to it.
You will face more such fights, against armed men and women, but they won’t be ex-criminals, captured and held in prison. Your enemies will be those, who have another opinion, which is different from our government. They decided to act and make their future they want, not just stand and whine. Sometimes, local police forces are able told everything under control, and news channels are overwhelmed by emergency reports about criminal syndicates being spotted on stations or planets and successfully irradiated. But in rare occasions, when police can’t handle the situation, it’s your call to join the fight.
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Corporal Nick Howland and Sergeant Ray Mitchels securing second hallway during riot on Sugarland
You will start to wonder, and give yourself a question… why people doing this? Why former naval & police officers, or simple citizens starting to betray their nation? Why, every three month, one of naval bases or facilities will send a distress call of security system breach? And when your squad arrive, you see how ex-naval officers trying to steal or sabotage something. And with all blood and sweat…sometimes you fail to do this mission. You will be charged for incompetency, for possible treason… that is the way your commanding justifying their fails. They tend to point that the rotten on is you, but not their crusty, backward mind and ridiculous ambitions.
But don’t worry! In time, you will understand everything. That all you have been told is nothing… That you are the actual prove, that there is no freedom, democracy and justice. You and guys like you were nailing anyone and everything, which opposing governmental decisions. You are private assassins, doing all bloody and dirty jobs. But this is not the greatest problem. You are doing all those jobs not because your nation need it, but because someone in government, wants to secure his warm and well-feed place for him, then for his child, who going to replace his parent, and be just same. If you are still human, with some piece of mind left, you won’t feel calm, knowing and understanding everything you have done.
You shall quite.
RE: The Liberty. Made of plastics - Lonely_Ghost - 02-26-2015
// Going to change writing style here...
Part two
" Temporal amnesties "
" Temporal amnesties "
Chapter 3
It was a cloudy morning, when Nick was heading to Liberty Navy department, on planet Houston. About a week ago, he has made another request for transferring him from Marine Corps into Flying corps, and now he got a call. At the reception, he was appointed, to be waited at recruitment office, on second floor of building.
- Ah, Lieutenant Howland! Please take a seat. - Greeted him captain, when Nick entered into office room.
- I’m Captain Langdon, senior recruitment specialist, and this is Lieutenant Leroy, my deputy.- Said captain, introducing a young man, standing near him.
- So…- Captain activated holographic screen, watching a letter of application – You asking for a transfer from Marine Corps to Flight corps. Is this right?-
- Sir, yes, sir! - Answered Nick. – Standard Navy directive securing right for every naval personal to request a transfer to another department, after a five years of service in current department. I’ve been serving eight years sir!-
- Eight years? – Asked Lt. Leroy. – Two more years, and you could be promoted to captain, and could be placed in charge of Marine company, and then even up to battalion. Five years more and seven in total and you are colonel, four years more… and who knows…might be even general.- He said, and looked on captain, then back on Nick. – Why do you want to leave Marine Corps?-
- It’s my personal decision.-
- Well…- grinned captain. – I believe, we all still have a right for such decisions.- He quickly looked on screen, checking information.
- So, after viewing your records, and processing your request, command decided to transfer you to flight operations department.-
- Flight operations department sir? - Nick asked again.
- Yes, you will be transferred to flight operations department, and will be assigned as senior deck officer.-
- Thank you sir, but I was applying to flight corps, not operations.- Said Nick, feeling a bit disappointed.
Captain took little folder from his table, and turned to Lt. Leroy.
- Please, take this folder to Major Nelsky personally.-
- Yes sir, will be done sir!- Answered Leroy, took the folder and went out from office room.
Captain looked on Nick and said: - Look son, I do understand you, your disappointment, feeling…but trust me…this is the best option for you.-
- Well, I just thought that after eight years of active battle service, command would accept my request and take me into flight corps. I was dreaming about it, through my life, through all of eight years of service…-
- I’m very sorry to say this to you son, but, I’m afraid, you have to leave your dream to become fighter pilot. If you were not enlisted into flight academy at the beginning, then, it’s over.-
Nick just fletched a sigh.
- Yeah…seems that you are right sir.-
- Listen to me son, this is best option for you. I know what does mean to serve in Marine Corps, because, it’s breaking people physically and mentally. You are lucky that after eight years, you are still in one piece and in clear mind.- Right after captain’s words, Lt. Leroy came back into room.
- Sir, everything is done.-
- Very good, thank you Lieutenant.- Said he, and returned to talk with Nick.
- You will be placed at Battleship Mississippi, which is orbiting our planet. Then, after one and half year, we shall review your results and make another decision.-
- What I should do, being a senior deck officer? - Asked Nick.
- You are responsible for deck’s 100% performance, security…order.-
- When should I begin?-
- You have five hours to pick up your stuff, and being transferred to Mississippi. You can go Lieutnant!-
- Sir yes sir!-