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Vengence Nuclear Cruise Missile

The following day Emil was sitting in his office, the window behind him flooding the room with the crystal clear blue Janwall sky. He was signing orders for production of 5 more nuclear bombers when he stopped to check the clock. "Half past 11." He sighed to himself, Jacobson's eyes flowed down to his desk, the small Republican flag swaying from the breeze of the large ceiling fan, he sat staring at the small picture frame of his family, killed by the same corruption that plagues the entire planet. Suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker on and off, the fan all but stops, His glass of whiskey began to rattle, the ice clinking and the drink began vibrating to a crash from the table. The room ran dim as all of the lights in the entire building began shattering, one after another.

Admiral Oleson burst through the door. "Sir it's the Scarlet Dawn! Come quick!" Emil hastily followed suit.

General Allison Stuck his head out into the hallway. "Should I ready the Anti Air..."

"Tell'em to hold their fire, its useless anyway." Emil sternly responded. Allison looked perplexed and horrified. When Emil Exited the building a large portal materialized and a large spaceship emerged. Emil and his men stood frozen in fear. The Ship's looming presence made everyone feel claustrophobic, its teal intakes pulsating with the shimmering of the crimson hull plates made Emil feel small. The hull read, "SD Scarlet Dawn." Abruptly the ship stopped, hovering over the entire compound. A purple beam shot from the bottom of the ship to right in front of him, then a young man materialized, the exact same man he saw the day before, he had short curly hair and a slight stubble, he was a translucent purple ghost. The man was the same height as Emil. He then put out his hand.

"Chief Harbinger Desmond Osmond, Neter Operations." Emil bewildered, reluctantly put his hand out for a firm handshake. Then a smile appeared on the man's face. "So your the one that scapped one of my ships."

"Um, with all due repect Harbinger that ship was abandoned for quite some time, if you want me to return the rest to you I can arrrang..."

"No need!" Osmond replied, "That ship was far beyond repair anyways, we recieve new ones all of the time." "Now Emil, lets get to business, I would say lets head to your office, but our warp drives have a habit of causing, lets say 'problems'." "No matter, we can dicuss things here." He said jovially. "You took one of my ship's reactors and turned them into nuclear weapons! Out of all of the civilizations we have come across and liquidated this one surprises me every single day! Now tell me, how did you do it? We designed them specifically so any whackjob with a nuclear physics degree can't just scrounge together a functioning weapon." He gleefully spoke.

"We're the Eriwick peoples! The finest scappers on all of Neter!" Allison gloated.

"I see, your people stem from black mold huffing pirates! Makes sense to me." Osmond joked.

Emil stood in amazement, at how real the handshake and subsequent dialogue was despite the Harbinger appearing as an apparition. "What are you?" Emil poised in earnest.

Desmond happily pointed up at the towering machine in the air, "That!, cool huh?" Desmond gestured with a smile looking up at the towering beast.

"Not sure I understand." Emil hesitantly responded

"Well I understand you." Desmond pointed. "Approximately 500 years ago on this planet When I was 16. We were the first to take to the stars, I was taken from both of my mother and father to join a little something called Project Transcendence. My organs were harvested and my brain put into a box with my sense of self, memories, dreams, and aspirations. Others weren't so lucky, like that Dark Star. I was trained and given an entire ship and battlegroup at my fingertips." Osmond paced around Emil, the glass shards from light post bulbs crunching under each step. Then his head hung low. "I almost wished that happened to me." He sighed looking at the speck of a building in front of him. "By the time I returned home my parents were long dead, lived their whole lives wondering what happened to their perfect son! I can't even see their graves anymore..." Osmond said sorrowfully.

"I understand..." Emil whispered.

"My hands are bloody, but yours are clean Emil. Keep it that way." Desmond put his hand on Emil's shoulder empathetically. "Anyways... ah yes the nuke. Look... I am not mad at you, its just a product of circumstance. Just those 'tech perverts am I right?'" Osmond chuckled with a nudge to Emil's shoulder. "Now if you were those tin cans to the Northwest, then yes. But for you and your posse of revolutionaries, I am impressed." "Listen, if you want to wipe this planet clean of corruption, then the Scarlet Dawn is not your enemy, we want the same... Well most of us anyway." The hum of the massive Cruiser drowned the silence until it was broken by the chatter of a woman,

"Honorable Harbinger, have you put these thieves in their place?" The monotone voice interjected with a hiss.

"Don't worry about her, she's one of the unlucky ones." The Harbinger's eyes rolled.

Emil stood with his mouth slightly agape as the figure waved, and disapeared right in front of him. Then, the large Battlecruiser began to hum louder until a deep rour followed the ship as it disappeared into the same portal that brought the massive bulk to his doorstep.

"At least we didn't piss them off." Oleson remarked, Emil's head jerked to his right to meet the Admiral's gaze.

"Didn't think they'd be so friendly." Emil replied, "Alright begin cleanup and tell the staff to replace those bulbs." He slowly made his way across the boardwalk back to his office relieved.