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Tyrannis: Forgotten Gods

Posted by Roc Wieler on

– by 343guilty1

I can still remember the day that the skies changed from the greenish blues that I had seen as a child. The smells of the great war machines reigning down from the skies, spewing their polluting chemicals across our green fields. I remember the men and women that marched into our towns, and took what they pleased. I remember…

It was deep in autumn when word came in, Concord was lifting the age old ban of Planetary Industry. At first no one knew what this meant, what this would bring… Many of the elders did not believe the holoreels, because it was just not how things were done, but we the youth knew that the new paradigm of universal management was serious.

Of course no one consulted the inhabitants of the planets, for they knew not one citizen of a planet aside from major market tycoons who had something to gain would want any part of these operations. Some of the slums would poke their head out for work, knowing full well that it would be a shit job, but hopefully bring in some isk to feed their families, but unfortunately for those living in the edges ofthe empire out in the regions we knew as Void space, (or as the capsuleers called it null sec) this was not an option.

All to often in the coming months would we hear tales of entire worlds being taken over by an agressive sky alliance driving their war machine, that they would drive to enslave all the peoples of their homeworld. There would be resistence, but it would be futile. With the supierior technology and tactics the Sky Devils as they would become known as a general term amongst the locals would no doubt prevail without any hassle. For us lucky ones, in empire space, there would still be regulations. Just as restrictions had been placed upon the mobile stations that the sky devils could setup, there too would be such implications on this “Planetary Interaction” that the leaders had dubbed it, but to little avail.

With so many planets and so few Concord, they would rarely be enforced.

They came with armed escorts, hundreds of ships with thousands more workers descended upon our planet, and within days their factorys up. Not long after posters starting appearing in the towns, propaganda bullshit trying to persuade our people to work for their cause for little money. I, of course, resenting every part of the ordeal strayed from the pubs I once used to sit at nightly, and other places which I cherished for shame of my fellow Horpkins. Too many had I seen fall into conformity following the “Final Decline” of our ways. I could not stand my friends who I had once thought patriots. Men who had fought in wars against neighboring principalities, against foreign tyrannies, against any foe that our goverment had deemed a threat, now lost all significance, not because they didn’t not love our country, but because they did not love our planet.

They did not see that if no fuel for these machinations was provided that they would shut down and leave us be, and move on to another population, but they gave in.

Soon I found others who shared my views, and we spent many a night discussing our divine hatred for the Sky Devils. Over the course of a year, we picked up more believers in our cause. We had formed a plan.

The day was set, and we were ready. What would go down in history as a rebellion would one day be rewrote as a revolution, by us, because history is written by the victors, but for now we were just getting started. Out of our entire town, we had amassed 514 fellow believers. We would strike the factory that had overtaken our town and bring the bull to a halt. We had stolen weapons and ammunition from various sources and many already had their own caches. The guards had grown lazy and carefree under OUR radiant sun. The martinets of the factories had left to go start other mining facilities. The time was right. We carried out or operations flawlessly, and though we took minor losses we had sent our message, that this evil industrial empire would not be tolerated, not here not ever.

After seeing what had become of the Sky Devils, others took up the cause, and soon word spread across the land of those who had retaliated. The alliances would cover this up with stories of counter-attacks, but the true meaning was seen. It only took a few sympathetic capsuleers who will be remembered as the Forgotten Gods, as the ones who liberated other planets, by telling the stories of the planets and giving hope to those who were oppressed.

It started with 514, and now spans to tens of thousands of patriots who believe in the cause.

Tyrannis: For Family

Posted by Roc Wieler on

– by Cheese Nippels

The day they came down from the sky changed my life; heck, it changed all of our lives. They called themselves capsuleers, and came for that which all men want, ISK.

On the 18th day of the 5th month on our planet, so crudely dubbed ‘Aunia I’ by the capsuleers, we heard the announcement made by CONCORD; planets were no longer protected from the capsuleer menace. May our various gods have mercy.

The first sighting was of some kind of cargo rocket impacting 30 kilometers from the town. We loaded up and moved out to see what it was, our planetary vehicles skimming the long grass. As we came close to the impact site we heard the sounds of construction. Stopping the vehicle, we walked to a place with a better view of the site. A large building was nearly complete, and surrounded by nearly 100 militants, all armed to the teeth.

I decided that I did not want to die to the militant guns. Dropping my fathers old mazer hunting rifle in the long grass I began to walk back to my farm on the other side of the town when I heard the shout from the town mayor: ” Chaaarge!!!! Show no mercy to those militant scum!”

I began to run, the grass scratching against my legs, the sound of the various hunting rifles owned by my townfolk rang out, answered by the sustained fire from the military grade defence rifles from the militants.

The cries of the townfolk haunt my dreams to this day.

I live in the hills above the derelict town now, inhabited by myself and other workers, mercenaries and ‘exotic dancers’. As an ancient holo-reel I once saw said ‘You will never find a more wreched hive of scum and villany’.

Nobody comes into the hills, nothing of any value can be found here, well except for the capsuleer shuttle I purchased with all my savings and have converted so it can be flown without a pod and it’s neural interface. I have not yet gathered the nerve to test it. I do not have the immortality of the capsuleers, at least not until I can get off the planet and to the station a short distance away to apply to their program.

Today I am going to visit my mother at her work place, one of the more ‘fancy’ brothels in town. I stare down upon the town, among the shabby buildings one is burning, far beyond the stage where the flames can be extinguished. This tends to happen a lot, riots from the militiants and the capsuleer visitors are increasingly common as more capsuleers fight for the planet’s resources.

I reach the outskirts of the town and head straight for the brothel, careful not to look at the shady characters lurking in the dark alleys and doorways.

” Oy you!! Hermit!! ” comes a shout from my left, I break into a jog and do not look around, I am not well liked for some reason. The footsteps of my pursuer fade into the distance as I reach the brothel. I head inside with a nod to the guard at the door, he does not respond.

Inside the brothel there is red shag pile carpets, the walls are red and stained, and tattered curtains hang from the walls. I drag myself up the stairs and into the room where my mother works keeping the books for the brothel. Better then going hungry I suppose. The manager of the brothel grabs my shoulder as I approach where my mother works.

“Sir, I’ve got something I have to tell you, your not going to like it, please take a seat.” He says, guesturing to a seat  nearby. I look around for my mother. I cannot see her.

” Well, these things happen, you know, it’s just life, well….. I guess what I’m trying to say is in the riot earlier your mother was well.. She was out shopping around the corner and the .. The riot happened…” he pauses, staring into my face ” she didn’t make it, a drunk merc put a clip into the store and she caught 3 shots, there’s not much left of her… Do you want to see?”

“No” I choke out, fighting back tears, that’s my whole family gone to those bastard capsuleers. I run outside and straight back home, crying freely, my tears making tiny explosions in the dust as I run. I climb into the modified shuttle, wiping the tears from my face. Well I have nothing to live for, may as well take the chance. I fire up the shuttle, taking off up the ramp I have built and into the atmosphere, looking down upon the town and my home. I want to destroy them all, those capsuleer scum. I dock in the station, and with help from an empathetic docking manager, am directed quietly to where I can apply to become a pod pilot.

After having finished the paperwork and being accepted into the capsuleer program, I walk to the medical bay.

To destroy the capsuleers I must first become one.