Post by on Nov 12, 2009 14:14:33 GMT -5
A soldier of the Schuzstaffel stood on the deck of the surfaced U-99 overlooking ocean. A large portion of the submarine’s crew was gathered outside. Earlier the Ceremony has been delayed due to the appearance of a federation ship in the skies above this sea, but it annoyed him little. In fact the federation’s presence brought news of last night’s engagements success. Likely the mine was now back under Duchy Control and with the airborne carrier flying alone with no flight support, it was likely the air fleet he had been pursuing was decimated and disbanded. His conclusion of last night’s events was confirmed with the level of damage the ship was sporting. Damage was quite visible on it from a distance; the ship was not in much better shape than the Jukon which was headed to Constantinople for repairs.
At the other end of the sub a few motors of rafts choked on some fuel and kicked to life. Some were loaded with equipment for the platoon while two of them carried only the marines. The ships sped off for the shoreline; they would take the forward lead into the group’s Asian expedition.
Ritter Novosad, clad in his blackened armor broke the silence. His legs spread into a solid stance as he put both hands behind his back. The officers and main crew listened as his voice came not from his mask covered mouth but boomed from the speakers for all the crew to hear.
“Your trials have been issued, but you are here.
You have fought the enemy, and you emerged from the flames of battle.
They have tried time and time again to silence you and YET STILL YOU STAND!”
His arms came forward as he raised them outward to the crowd.
“Not one of you among me can be called amateur. Before me stands a crew of veterans.
You are all a part of the Zeon’s proud naval forces.”
Ritter pulled his arms back in towards his chest as the speech continued.
“This battle is coming to an end!
You will be the ones to drive it there on the front lines. These lands have all been all but wiped clean of the Federation’s impurity.
Now it turns to you.
Rid the waters of this planet of their contamination presence to that the New Age of the Principality may come, THE GOLDEN ERA OF MANKIND IS ALMOST UPON US!
For the Human race to advance, we must rid our species of this warmongering faction!
Only then can this world and our colonies in space find peace!”
There was a slight pause before he continued, his clenched fist rose into the air as he spoke,
“You will be the sword to remove the evil minded inhabitants of this war inciting planet.
You will rid this planet of its blood filled history to make way for the coming ages where WAR AND HUNGER ARE THINGS OF THE PAST!
YOU WILL BRING FORTH THE GOLDEN AGE!
DEATH TO THE FEDERATION!
DEATH TO THE EARTH’S POPULATION!
SEIG ZEON!
SEIG ZEON!!”
His voice was absent from the third and following cheers the crowd carried. He look over the crowd with his fist still clenched high in the air.
His rallying of the crew was followed by the debriefing of the ship’s captain. The SS soldier instructed him to keep the men in shape during their down time, recommending exercising regiments on the coast for recreation. The squad of panzergrenadiers departed on board a half dozen Wappa hover bikes heading into Asia.
At the other end of the sub a few motors of rafts choked on some fuel and kicked to life. Some were loaded with equipment for the platoon while two of them carried only the marines. The ships sped off for the shoreline; they would take the forward lead into the group’s Asian expedition.
Ritter Novosad, clad in his blackened armor broke the silence. His legs spread into a solid stance as he put both hands behind his back. The officers and main crew listened as his voice came not from his mask covered mouth but boomed from the speakers for all the crew to hear.
“Your trials have been issued, but you are here.
You have fought the enemy, and you emerged from the flames of battle.
They have tried time and time again to silence you and YET STILL YOU STAND!”
His arms came forward as he raised them outward to the crowd.
“Not one of you among me can be called amateur. Before me stands a crew of veterans.
You are all a part of the Zeon’s proud naval forces.”
Ritter pulled his arms back in towards his chest as the speech continued.
“This battle is coming to an end!
You will be the ones to drive it there on the front lines. These lands have all been all but wiped clean of the Federation’s impurity.
Now it turns to you.
Rid the waters of this planet of their contamination presence to that the New Age of the Principality may come, THE GOLDEN ERA OF MANKIND IS ALMOST UPON US!
For the Human race to advance, we must rid our species of this warmongering faction!
Only then can this world and our colonies in space find peace!”
There was a slight pause before he continued, his clenched fist rose into the air as he spoke,
“You will be the sword to remove the evil minded inhabitants of this war inciting planet.
You will rid this planet of its blood filled history to make way for the coming ages where WAR AND HUNGER ARE THINGS OF THE PAST!
YOU WILL BRING FORTH THE GOLDEN AGE!
DEATH TO THE FEDERATION!
DEATH TO THE EARTH’S POPULATION!
SEIG ZEON!
SEIG ZEON!!”
His voice was absent from the third and following cheers the crowd carried. He look over the crowd with his fist still clenched high in the air.
His rallying of the crew was followed by the debriefing of the ship’s captain. The SS soldier instructed him to keep the men in shape during their down time, recommending exercising regiments on the coast for recreation. The squad of panzergrenadiers departed on board a half dozen Wappa hover bikes heading into Asia.