Section 01
The Empire was losing the war.
Essentially, the Empire had already lost the war. The Royal couple had already
been assassinated, and only the Prime Minister held things together as Regent
while the Crown Prince was still underage and in hiding. The Crown Prince, a
spoiled brat raised by an ambitious Queen, had retreated immediately from the
Royal Palace at the first sign of attacks, abandoning the Emperor and his
Queen, his parents, without any second thought.
The female Prime Minister, Viktoria
Oksana Renata, held the enemies at bay while the Royal Couple tried to evacuate
once the Palace Guards fell. Holding only the extraction point with her own
personal Grineer unit, Viktoria failed as an energy grenade threw her off her
feet and out of a window. Though her landing was rough, she was saved by her
sturdy armor, but was aghast to see the room that she came from become only a
blazing inferno. She gritted her teeth at her failure and struck a nearby wall
with her metal arm making a dent. Another Grinner unit squelched from her
communicator and asked if she was fine.
“I’m not fucking fine you morons!
The Emperor is dead! You maggots, I will have to whip up your arses once we’re
done here. Track that damn coward of a scum Prince Derald down. I’ll be damned
if he becomes the next emperor, so for now I’ll be taking command.”
“Affirmative, Prime Minister. We
will prepare another extraction point, standby.” Said the voice on the
communicator.
“And get me some fucking coffee,
these shit eggheads killed my boss in the wee hours of the morning and I’ve yet
to get some coffee. Dump one shit-whole bottle of coffee in one mug, hell I
need the caffeine.” Yelled Viktoria as she walked angrily across the corridors,
shooting down enemies as she went along.
“Affirmative, Prime Minister. We’re
waiting for you, transmitting coordinates.”
“You better be there you shitheads!
Imma kill you if you fail me again. Renata out-” Viktoria then tucks the
communicator into her belt pocket as an enemy suddenly came bursting out of a
wall. Viktoria’s eyes narrowed, and as the creature screeched at rushing her,
she immediately sidestepped and slammed her metallic arm into the creature’s
neck, effectively decapitating it. Viktoria merely grunted as she turned her
back to the fallen creature.
The carrier was showing some damage
but was humming its engines perfectly. Viktoria begrudgingly stepped inside
while some Grineer covered her back. When they had all boarded the ship, the
pilot immediately initiated take off sequence and lifted off the site. Viktoria
felt several direct hits from the underside of the carrier, noting that the
Sentients are still ferociously firing at them.
After clearing the airspace Palace
airspace and gaining some altitude, Viktoria opened one of the protective
visors to the window beside her. She looked down to see that the Imperial
Capital was burning, not with fire, but with the energy weapons that the
Sentients used. She seethed with anger at what she saw and again punched the
wall with her right fist. The impact suddenly made some alarms blare, but
Viktoria then motioned the alarmed men down.
“Madamme,” said one Grineer “the
area is still unsafe and the condition volatile. Perhaps it would be wise to
put the visor back down and-“
“Oh shut it soldier! I’m perfectly
fine, and don’t you fucking call me madamme
dammit! Do I look like a girly airhead lady to you?!” snapped Viktoria at the
man, who had resigned back to his seat. Viktoria rubbed her eyes as she sat
down properly again. Her thoughts where on the late Emperor, Giacomo Tenno, of
whom she was having a conversation not more than an hour ago. Nevermind Queen
Dana, the ambitious daughter of a general that slithered her way into royalty,
but the Emperor was important. Important to her.
At a younger age, Giacomo was once
her lover, and though the once prince was a womanizer, Viktoria still had
lingering attachments to the man. Attachments that led to her to be determined
enough to become a general herself, and eventually Prime Minister. Now the man
is gone, and his remaining legacy was a coward brat, whose paternity was even
in question as the Queen had been playful.
She swore to herself that the Empire that his beloved Gerald loved more than
her will not go down under her watch.
Snapping out of her stupor, she
takes her communicator and contacts her second in command. “Viktoria here. We
are now airborne and heading out of the capital. ETA to base in,” she looked
towards the direction of the pilot, where the pilot held up three fingers then
made a circling motion, “ETA is 30 minutes. I asked you guys to track the
prince, where’s that bastard going?”
“Confirmed your position, Prime
Minister. We will prep the docking bay for your arrival. As for the prince,
though he was using a stealth carrier, our scans have picked up an exhaust
discharge large enough for escape velocity. Calculating the vectors seems to
indicate it’s headed for Sedna.”
“That sonuvabitch!” Viktoria slams
the handle of her seat, completely destroying it. “All high hell is loose here
on Earth and he fucking runs away to the farthest colony? That bast-“
The Prime Minister was suddenly
tumbling forward as the carrier leaned heavily forward. The carrier was
suddenly being pushed forward from behind and anyone not strapped on was lifted
off their seats. When Viktoria regained her footing as the carrier stabilized,
she immediately went back to her window to see what was happening.
The people in the carrier were
fortunate; for as Viktoria ventured a look outside her window, only a crater
filling with seawater came into view.
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