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The Pride of the Centauri Republic - Displacement 
30th-Sep-2005 03:26 pm
The Silence
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
They put my back up against the wall


And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart



They sat there in hyperspace like a cat waiting in the bushes for its weary prey to bear its throat. They had been there waiting just off the traditional jump beacon for nearly three hours.

Kailin sat in the command chair fingering the new control panel idly. The controls disgusted him as did the weapon they were connected to. He had tried to resign from the Royal Navy to escape this moment but he had been denied.

His thoughts turned to his daughter as he hoped she was safe. It was her life and that of Adira that would be lost if he faltered and the thought hung like a great weight around his neck.


“Commander, we have an incoming transmission from Grand Admiral Dromo.”

The voice of his second in command barely broke his thoughts as he nodded. The admiral appeared and Kailin formally greeted him.

“Commander Tyree, as my most trusted fleet veteran it has been decided that you shall lead the strike on the capitol city, G'Kamazad.”

Kailin paled appalled by the Admiral’s request, but this was not a request it was an order. His thoughts briefly returned to his daughter and he knew they already had eyes on her. If he did anything to displease them he would no doubt be forced to watch her death and Adira’s for his actions. Kailin sighed heavily.

“It is a high honor to lead an assault fleet, you should be grateful.”

Kailin forced himself to smile pleasantly.

“I am greatly honored that you have considered me skilled enough to lead the main attack force." Kailin was lying but like all Centauri he was skilled at this tactic.

“Prepare for the assault we leave jump in six standard minutes.” The screen went dark and he faltered as his eyes turned to the controls beneath his fingers.

“Shall we begin preparations for mass driver ignition?”

Kailin nodded without looking up from the button that controlled the greatest weapon of devastation that Kailin had ever seen. Looking up he surveyed the command deck.

“Open a channel to the fleet.” Kailin pushed away his thoughts and tried to remain coldly neutral.

“Centauri Fleet, this is High Commander Kailin Tyree. Prepare for jump in 4 standard minutes. Have mass driver ports loaded and hot. We target G'Kamazad upon exiting jump.” Kailin closed the channel exhausted from merely speaking those words.

“Mass drivers have reached optimum temperatures.”

Kailin watched the clock count down and wished it would stop. It continued to click away the seconds unhindered by the weight growing in the air and on his soul. This was not why he had joined the military all those years ago nor should a reconnaissance commander be leading an attack force. Kailin started to doubt the intentions and the honor that had once made the Centauri Navy the finest in the galaxy. The Narn were already broken but that was not enough. He sighed heavily.

“Prepare to engage jump engines on my command.” He watched the final seconds tick away and he felt as if a great weight had been dropped on his chest.

“On my Mark.” Kailin spoke it as if this was a routine training maneuver it was the only way he could deal with what was to come. “Jump.”

Kailin watched the blue backdrop opened and Narn appeared against the darkness of space. Kailin shuddered at the sight of the planet.

“Mass drivers targeted and within range.”

Kailin looked at the planet on the screen. “Great Maker, forgive me for what I must do.” He mumbled as his eyes turned to the consol. He hesitated for only a moment before he presses the button. The ship rocked a bit under the recoil of the mass driver. His smaller Recon Vorchan was not equipped to handle such a weapon nor should it have ever been fitted with one in the first place.

“Impact confirmed on target, mass driver ready and targeted.”

Kailin could no longer look at the screen he just concentrated on the button and ignored the outcome he knew it caused.

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your blood away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)




Crossposted to kailin_tyree
Note Lyrics from "Sunday Bloody Sunday" -by U2
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