Jarek awoke. It was painful. At first he thought he was blind and deaf. However after several minutes of focusing. He could hear a soft buzzing and whiring as well as a steady beeping.
He opened his eyes and a white lance of pain drove into his head as light hit his eyes for the first time in god knows how long.
He could make the shape of a man standing at the window, the man spoke " You are awake. Good. It look us some time to assemble the parts. We did not even know if you would pull through the operations to stabalize you. Let along the graftin operations. You are alive however. From this day. You shall be a weapon. No. More. You shall be a God!".
Jarek was at last able to focus and looked down at himself. He smiled. He wouild be doom.
>Primary Document Designation: #77352X32 (Summation of "[color=#FFCC00]The Jarek[color=#33CD19]")
The man known as Jarek has rarely appeared in official Rheinland records, and what the few that do exist are fragmented, disorganized, and often contradictory, despite the fact that he is known to command a battleship of a limited production line, designed to withstand even the strongest assaults. (This class of ship has been nicknamed the "Gottkanzler" class of battleships, though there is no official distinction between these heavily-armored juggernauts and other, more common variants of the base Rheinland design.)
There are absolutely no official records to indicate his full name, nor his origin or how he attained his current status, and there are few audio or visual recordings of him. However, there are hundreds of technical files scattered throughout Marinenachrichtendienst and BDM archives concerning his cybernetic augmentation, and approximately a dozen reports filed by Reinwehr pilots concerning the startling success of any force on his side in nearly every battle he and those under his direct command have participated in.
The clearest known visual representation depicting him is contained in the following image, named by the Büro Der Marineintelligenz as "[color=#FFCC00]JAREKx-01.zpic", and is highly classified.
Believed to be taken from one of the few cameras the Jarek has allowed onboard his battleship, which has no name, this image clearly shows that the Jarek has received extensive robotic augmentations to his person, as several of the devices featured in the armored suit he appears to be wearing are easily recognizable as heavily modified versions of outdated experimental equipment, remnants from experiments involving the alien race known as the Slomon K'hara, that were designed to assist in the creation of hybrid human/alien organisms, all of which ended in catastrophic failure. The most significant of these is evidenced by the dark spot in the picture, which appears to be a deep, circular depression. Creating a large hole in the chest cavity of a human was required in order to implant a device intended to keep the substantial influence of the alien organism implanted into the test subject from causing adverse side effects, ranging from unchecked hostility to instant psychosis. It is doubtful, however, that the Jarek has encountered one of these dangerous lifeforms face-to-face, and the area in question appears to display significant modification from the original design, notably the lack of a covering over the top of the crevice.
The Jarek is most commonly known for his incredibly daring tactics in combat, and the almost psychotic, fanatic devotion his subordinates display for him. He has frequently ordered his men to attack in a fashion that was effectively an undeniable suicide charge, and these orders were obeyed instantly. In the majority of these cases, there was not a single casualty on the side of the Jarek's forces, a statistic which quite literally defies every single one of the odds. His reckless treatment of human lives and his own, prized battleship has struck emotions into those who face him that range from complete disdain to sheer, mortal terror.
The Jarek is also possessed of an elite circle of warriors, known only as "[color=#FFCC00]Jarek's Bodyguards" - they show a complete lack of any sort of emotion when the Jarek is present, though at all other times they are, for all intents and purposes, completely normal and loyal soldiers of the Rheinland Military. Their stated goal is to "[color=#FFCC00]protect every single member of the Jarek family, no matter the cost," which reveals the extremely worrying and dangerous potentiality of more Jarek-like figures existing elsewhere in Sirius, with even less intelligence available about them than there is about the Jarek himself.
>Primary Document Designation: #77352XP9 (Recovered excerpt from "[color=#FFCC00]The Jarek's Personal Logs[color=#33CD19]" after his unexplained disappearance)
He was in Berlin. From the hole in the side of the office block he had woken up in, he could see the orbital control tower. Or at least, what was left of it. He walked slowly towards the breach, unable to fully process the things was seeing. It was ruined. Every single building was horrifically, irreversibly damaged. There were massive craters in the ground, consistent with those of an orbital barrage. He heard a low pitched rumble. A Liberty Dreadnought was breaching the cloud cover. He stared as the mortar on the front of the great craft fired. The blastwave atomized him―
He opened his eyes. He saw he was against a wall with several others. He was going to be shot. He was going to be executed, he was going to die. The men with automatic weapons raised them. And suddenly, they fired―
Images flashed faster and faster though his head, until he could no longer distinguish between them. The pain was constant.
His body was on fire. He tried to move, but he realized he was secured to a table by thick straps. He lay there and waited. Eventually, the pain subsided to merely agonizing levels. He could hear a faint scratching noise, and he turned his head. There was a man clad in plain white robes. The man sat on a chair, writing with a pen. The man looked at him and set down the pen and paper, and steepled his fingers.
Then, the man spoke.
"Do you know who I am?"
"You are Jarek. S-sir." He managed to force the words out.
Jarek considered this
"What is your name and rank?" Jarek asked.
"Schütze Leitzegir Wulf, I served in the war until I was transferred to an estate on New Berlin for guard duties."
Speech was getting harder for him. He could not tell when he had last had water.
Jarek picked up his pen and paper.
"You have just undergone a procedure. Describe it."
"Direct nerve stimulation, sir." Wulf would never forget it, and the pain it brought with it.
Jarek made some notes.
"Describe what you saw" He did not take his eyes off the paper.
"No."
Jarek looked at him, gave a small sigh. Then, Jarek rose from his seat and walked away.
The pain began again.
When it stopped, he was so weak that orderlies had to turn him on his side.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I... I'"
"What is your name and rank?"
"I can't... I don't'"
"You have just undergone a procedure. Describe it."
" I... Oh god, no'"
"Describe what you saw!"
"N- No more... Please, god, no more! I can't'"
Jarek smiled. "Now. You are ready. Welcome...
Bodyguard."
He rose from his seat and left.
[color=#33CD19]>End of document.
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>Primary Document Designation: #77352XP9 (Recovered excerpt from [color=#FFCC00]Captain Langston Hughes's personal logs)
The bomber wing glided over the stricken Naval vessel in a manner that reminded Hughes of birds. All flying in formation, all acting as one. The wing launched torpedoes at the LNS-Ironclad. The siege cruiser had, up until this point, put five Rheinland gunboats out of action. Multiple escape pods were launched from the Ironclad, and tractor beams from the nearby vessel LNS-Confederate pulled them to safety. The wing of bombers veered upwards and broke formation momentarily as the torpedoes hit. A second sun was born as the ship's reactor went into meltdown, taking a damaged Rheinland gunboat and two Wraiths with it. Hughes smiled inwardly. A fine tally, however they were still vastly outnumbered. Even with the Assault gunboat wing and the primary fleet nearby, the Rheinlanders still had numerical superiority. True. The assembled Naval capital vessels and fighters were mostly still operational, and they had held the line so far. But the Rheinland forces seemed to be without end. It was the single biggest attack ever launched by the enemy nation on Liberty. Over two hundred assorted fighters, bombers, and capital ships battled it throughout with Liberty forces over a 20-klick spherical radius around the Planet Houston.
And more were coming.
LSF sensors concealed In Bering and Hudson had detected what was assumed to be the tip of two more waves headed for Texas.
Hughes rubbed his eyes as he looked at the system map set in a small console in the armrest of his chair. Against all the odds, Liberty's forces were holding. It was a mercy Jarek had not appeared. Hughes considered Jarek for a moment ' the man was a monster. Records on the man were totally non-existent before he appeared, one fateful day. It is said not even the Rheinland Military was aware of how he took command of such a powerful vessel as the one he possessed. He displays nothing except rage and contempt in his encounters with the Liberty forces. Privately, Hughes doubted the man was capable of any other emotions. An explosion brought him back to the present.
"Report!" he snapped.
Lt. Baker studied the incoming transmission before replying. "Shields down, and fires on decks two and three." He paused. "No casualties." Hughes gave a small sigh ' things were good, considering the current situation. Damage control teams would be containing the fires and repairing the minor damage that was just caused to his vessel. Suddenly, Hughes's left ear was filled by a voice on the command channel, and Hughes was rather worried. Anything coming in on the command channel mid battle had to mean something bad.
Today was no exception.
For a moment, thoughts of fear and doubt passed through all the assembled Liberty Naval Ship captains.
"All LNS captains. Be advised. Have sighted Jarek. I say again, Jarek is here!"
[color=#33CD19]>End of document.
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[color=#33CD19]>Primary Document Designation: #77352XM7 (Recovered excerpt from "[color=#FFCC00]The Jarek's Personal Logs[color=#33CD19]" after his unexplained disappearance)
Jarek sat in the command chair of the battleship and cursed high command for their lack of action. They had been holding position above Houston while HQ debated the best plan of attack for three hours now. The front line would shatter under enough pressure. Sadly, HQ had not seen what he had. Yet.
"Send in Bomber Group Three to take out the Siege Cruisers, then move the gunboats in," a voice suggested over the command channel. Jarek closed his eyes for a moment. "Mr. Schulz. Engage the cruise engines." Schulz turned to look at Jarek. "S-sir?"
Jarek looked at the man. "Carry out those orders or I shall have you shot. Is that understood?" The man turned back to his console and began inputting Jarek's orders. "Understood, captain." Jarek rose from his command chair. Enough waiting had taken place. Right now the fleet was 20K above the front lines and still cowering. "Take us straight down. When we are at 12K, cut the cruise engines and obtain firing solutions. Am I understood?" A chorus of "Yes, Sir!" resounded off the walls. A powerful vibration built of and the ship began to pick up speed. The fleet started to follow, all the while asking Jarek what the hell he was doing. He ignored them. He gripped the arms of his chair as the engines cut out and the ship began to freefall.
"Weapons charged, Lord Jarek," said the voice of the gunnery officer officer over the intercom. "Just in time," Jarek mused. The front line had finally noticed that something was wrong. As one, they were redeploying to meet his attack. Far too late. Jarek smiled.
"Feuer frei!"
Almost at once, all the weapons began firing. Two gunboats were reduced to scrap almost immediately. Jarek knew this was what Rheinland needed.
[color=#33CD19]>Primary Document Designation: #77353XBB (Recovered excerpt from [color=#FFCC00]Captain William H. Bain's personal logs)
Captain Bain was calm, considering what had just happened. He commanded the LNS-Fort Hope. And by the gods, was this bad. The Fort had been outfitted for a logistical role. Its purpose was to coordinate the fleet's movement and communications. It was, in many respects, the most important vessel on the lines.
Bain had been the first to detect the battleship, and the first to confirm its angle of attack. However, it was not slowing down. It was plunging downwards, and taking the fleet with it. Two more ships disappeared from the comm list. Bain gave the order to make ready the guns. He doubted he would live very long. Most of the carrier's weapons had been stripped out to allow for extensive scanning equipment. He was at the main screen, which displayed a view from a camera mounted vertically on the ship. The vessel above him exploded, but something was wrong. Something was falling towards the ship. Something big. Bain tore his eyes away from the screen and looked upwards. He thought about screaming. Or ordering an evacuation. He decided, idly, it was far too late to do anything. He wondered If he would feel it.
As the 6,000-ton ship crashed through the roof, Bain was turned into paste. Half a second later, what was left of the LNS-Fort Hope exploded. Bain would have been glad to know that, had he been alive, he would not have felt anything.
[color=#33CD19]>Primary Document Designation: #77362XM4 (Recovered excerpt from the logs of the [color=#FFCC00]LNS-Livingston)
Jarek leaned back on the console and put his head in his hands. "What is this? This war is insane! Even if a clear victor is established, both economies will be crippled!" He looked out upon the battle unfolding from the Liberty ship's bridge. He was alone, save for the Commodore - a man who, it was said, had known his father. John Stone sipped the whiskey glass while sitting in his command chair. "This is what they wanted. Liberty claims publicly that it was your government that pushed us to this. But behind closed doors, it is a different story." He passed the glass to Jarek, who took a sip.
"You know..." he remarked, "This will never end naturally. This war will never run out of steam. We must bring it to an end." Stone watched a gunboat implode and licked his lips, then stood up to face Jarek. "Your father would be proud of what you have become." He put his hand on Jarek's shoulder. Jarek was about to reply when the door opened and his first officer rushed in. "Captain, we have'"
His eyes flashed, and his hand drew his pistol and fired before Jarek could intervene. Jarek grabbed Stone as he fell, a rapidly spreading bloodstain spreading across the Liberty uniform. An animalistic cry of rage erupted from Jarek as he launched himself at the officer, giving an agonised scream. "NO!" He broke the man's neck with ease.
He turned and saw Stone lying the floor. "To end this war, Liberty' must be presented with an obstacle they' cannot overcome. Can you' d-do that Jarek?" Stone asked. His uniform was covered in blood.
Jarek's voice came out as a whisper. "I can... Just lie there, I'll send for a medical team. We will-" He realized Stone was laughing. It came out as a wet gurgle. "If only he could see you now, your f-father' would be so proud..."
The light faded from his eyes and he was gone. Jarek collapsed to his knees as grief overwhelmed him. He began to sob.
[color=#33CD19]>Primary Document Designation: #77352XM9 (Recovered excerpt from "[color=#FFCC00]The Jarek's Personal Logs" after his unexplained disappearance)
Jarek awoke. It was painful. At first he thought he was blind and deaf. However, after several minutes of focusing, he could hear a soft buzzing and whirring as well as a steady beeping.
He opened his eyes and a white lance of pain drove into his head, as light hit his eyes for the first time in a long time.
He could make out the shape of a man standing at the window. The man spoke "You are awake. Good. It took us some time to assemble the parts. We did not even know if you would pull through the operations to stabilize you, let along the grafting operations. You are alive, however. From now on, you shall be a weapon. No...
More. You shall be a God!"
Jarek was at last able to focus, and looked down at himself. He smiled. He would be doom.
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