Toren Navy chapter 1

Toren-Navy Chapter-one

November, 11, 2997

Prologue-part1

It was A nice day out on the Island training camp of Hallem, a Navy training camp on the Water planet Toren, The planet was mostly water except for three great Islands whose Total land mass was about 48 square kilometers, and 12 more square kilometers in small Islands around the planet that is 8 times the size of Earth. The camp was on a 6 kilometer Island that was shielded by a nano dome that was see thru,but hid the camp of over a million people. Most of them were trainees for the Toren navy's main force. The Toren Navy protected the planet as most of it is water, and the land forces stopped the invasions of the Islands from pirate colonies that are in the sea. Here in the camp of Hallem is Rank R3o-Markath.“It was a nice day out, but It was only nice until this evening when the outlaws of our planet found the camp after a scout accidentally flew threw the dome that hides the camp earlier today, and as the evening came around, Fighter jets in the number of 604 was spotted in the horizon, flying towards the camp and would reach us in 10 muinutes.” said 6th Admiral Athen. Markath looked around the room, he saw the people their as his fellow trainees,even though he was a rank behind them, but because he was very good at his job, he was brought to the briefing and was told to command a squad of soldiers in the coming battle as their would be Jets, Tanks, Paratroopers, and pirates coming with the outlaws to attack the camp.

“T-minus 8-minutes until the Jets get here, and The U.S.M. Energy Is going to be in position in 3-minutes.” (The U.S.M. Energy is a High tek 2 kilometer long Aircraft carrier with Ion cannons and with 80 Fighter Jets. It also has a 5 feet thick Armoured Hull that is hard to penetrate since it is made of a Metal-compound-polymer38. And it can deflect bullets, lassers, missiles, and plasma discharges.) “T-minus 1 minute.”  They headed to the center of the camp, all the soldiers, trainees, and staff were in the courtyard, or transferred to the U.S.M. Energy for the coming battle. Then we heard the booming of Ion cannons from the U.S.M. Energy from over the treetops. Then out of nowhere Jets dropping paratroopers and shooting their Plasma rods flew over the courtyard, R5 Himo-Kotani was hit by a plasma rod and had a hole burned strait through the stomach and died instantly from catching on fire due to the heat emitted by the plasma rod. Instantly the paratroopers were shooting from above while being shot down as well, then 8 tanks rolled through the trees and started their bombardment. Not even 10-minutes into the battel, there were 95 casualties both on the Island and on the U.S.M. Energy on Hallems side and 209 on the outlaws side.

Next the bombs were soaring overhead and dropping around us as we scattered from the courtyard to get away from the bombs and paratroopers. The tanks were chasing us down as to run us over. And then we heard it, Starships from the enemy space faction Alaryian were coming down and blasting the camp. The outlaws told Alaryian where the base camp was, and they came to help. The U.S.M. Energy was still holding up at the North-west side of the Island and had focused the Ion cannons towards the Starships that were also heading towards the U.S.M. Energy to destroy it, as it was the main source of power for the Toren Navy...

Toren-Navy Chapter-one

March, 19, 3001

Hallem was being deconstructed as it would no longer be in service, the training camp would be moved onto a decommissioned aircraft carrier from 20 years ago. “...And R7o-Markath will be moved and stationed on the U.S.M. Energy tomorrow.” said 5th Admiral Athen. “Go back to your duties deconstructing the camp.” Markath was ready for this assignment as he was growing to dislike Hallem but was also sad as he had many memories here. Markath was no longer a trainee now, He was a soldier now for the Toren Navy. The next day he was ready to transfer to the U.S.M. Energy, as he was walking through camp to the docks he saw the camps deconstruction, the seniors where doing the deconstruction since the trainees had been shipped off already to the decommissioned aircraft carrier. When I reached the docks he saw the Transport ready for him and 22 others to be taken to the U.S.M. Energy.

On the transport I could see the U.S.M. Energy coming into view, when we went into the hatch to the underside launch bay and got off the transport, he was excited, he was finally there. The launch bay had 9 transports ready for use, and a submarine that carried missiles for launch at moments notice. Later that night he was sitting in his quarters looking at the hologram map of the U.S.M. Energy when he heard a weird noise, he looked out his eye window and saw the Nano dome was falling, it was being deactivated as the camp was almost taken down. Then he heard the engines roar to life and the ship began to move at a speed of 80 knots as the ship had to gain the other 20 knots. Tomorrow he had aircraft tower duty, so he wanted to get some sleep. 9 hours later he awoke to his alarm, his shift would begin in an hour so he got dressed in his officers uniform and went down to the mess hall where his friends were gossiping like girls in middle school about the captain who had died from unknown causes a week ago. Since then he had been replaced by 8th lieutenant Alan Ford who was promoted to captain after his predecessor's death, yet said when the ship got an official captain he would go back to the rank of 8th lieutenant.

After about 2 weeks when Markath was in the aircraft control tower there was a distress signal coming from southeast of the U.S.M. Energy by about 3 kilometers away. The distress signal was coming from a jet without a designation code that was coming for the U.S.M. Energy, probably for an emergency landing, but then 5 more pings showed up on the radar in front of Markath, then he understood what was happening, that jet was being attacked. Then the transmission came in for the landing, “This is Jet-2-Delta-Delta-9’er-6-Romeo. Requesting emergency landing, we are under attack.” ...

November, 7, 3049

Markath was sitting at his desk in his massive office, he was signing a law order when his son walked into his office with Markaths daily requested newspaper in hand. His son being 12, he just threw the newspaper on the desk and walked away without saying anything. Markath was used to this as he and his son had not spoken to each other in the last 6 years as they didn't really like each other. His son only ever wanted to be locked in his room and watch TV, Markath never knew what else he did, but he never could find out as he was the dictator. As the dictator he spent three quarters of his time in his office running the system of Toriah. He felt like his son actually wanted to talk to him, but did not because he knew his fathers work was very important. Markath got up to get a cup of coffee and sit down in his window seat to read the newspaper.

The day outside was very beautiful, the palm trees were waving in the wind, the birds chirping happily, the sand sparkling in the light of the star. Toriah was a beautiful place, but is ruined by the fact that the planet was the head planet of the Toriah system so it was ridden with politics and the armies of the system. When Markath became dictator he swore that he would be different and change the planet, but what would happen when he was gone. He feared that it would go back to the savage political ways that destroyed people's lives, but the previous dictator 6 years ago was said to be the worst. The people said for a time that Markath becoming dictator was a relief, but it was a long hard and hurtful process to start the process of making the world better. But the world seemed to be like a tipping Jenga tower, one wrong move would make the tower fall into chaos. The light coming from the star all of a sudden faded away, and when Markath loked out of the window again he saw the massive air vessle that traveled across the planet weekly, always taking the jet stream for little resistance.

The vessle was a behemoth of a ship that was like a flying aircraft carrier. One thing that standed out about it was that it was smoking from a hole in the side. “Looks like something blew dosnt it Markath.” said Aurthur Rehi. Aurthur was the dictator of the system closest to the Toriah system. He snuck into the office while Markath wasnt paying attention, and Markath hated that about him, but then again Markath did that to many other people too. “What do you want Aurthur?” said Markath. He knew that it had to be something reguarding plans for Inter-galactic gates used to propel ships faster than twice the spped of light so you could travel between systems. He always wanted a hold on those plans because he was also the CEO of a transportation company but Markath and his freinds were the only ones with the plans as they had developed them...

April, 12, 3001

“This is Jet-2-Delta-Delta-9’er-6-Rango. Requesting emergency landing, we are under attack.” Markath sent a confirmation signal that would alert the pilot to state what faction they were from and their credentials, but nothing came back and when the jet approached the landing strip all they said over the radio was, N.U.C.L.E.A.R. before they Illegally landed on the strip. Immediately the anti-aircraft cannons on deck started shooting plasma rods at the pursuers of the unknown jet, and when the plasma rods hit their target, the planes went down and sank into the ocean with big booms that followed them. When Markath got to the flight deck and saw the smoking jet he made a beeline straight for it. When he got there after about 4 minutes of walking he saw the flight deck security pulling the pilot out of the jet and checking the jet for any dangers that could cause damage to the carrier since it would be easy to replace the jet.

“WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING! Markath shouted at the pilots with rage. “We needed an emergency landing, we were under attack...” “I DON'T GIVE A FLYING F..” then captain Alan was on the flight deck watching them and when Markath stopped he gave a quick salute and stormed off the deck back to the control tower. When he got off the lift he found an incoming transmission waiting for him. The transmission came in distorted and clearly delayed, “Ship U.S.M. Ticonderoga, shifting position 68 degrees to port, slow until passing for scheduled shift in position.” Markath tried to transfer the message to the bridge, but before he could finish, he heard the crumbling groan and breaking of metal and then Markath lurched forward with force and hit the wall 8 feet from his chair at the control desk.11

When he got up he saw flames 20 feet tall at the end of the flight deck. The U.S.M. Energy had crashed into the U.S.M. ticonderoga, Markath saw the damage report show up on his control desks screen, the Ticonderoga had been split through the hull down from the deck to under the waterline and was filling with water quickly while the U.S.M. Energy was only holding non-permanent dents and cracks along with the fire that was starting to melt the paint. Markath lurched forward again as they put the ship in full reverse to pull out of the new wreck of the Ticonderoga that was now halfway sunk into the 4580 meter deep ocean. The Ticonderoga groaning like a beast after a battle, you could hear the metal creaking and breaking. The survivors were all swimming in the water waiting for rescue when Markath got to the end of the flight deck, the fire had burned itself out by that time. The crew lowered all 26 emergency ladders into the ocean for the surviving crew of the Ticonderoga and they began to climb up to the deck.

"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?" yelled captain Alan "Sir, they tried to communicate with transmission but they got the control tower not the bridge. So when they tried to contact it was delayed and before I could transfer it to the bridge, we made impact with the Ticonderoga." said Markath, " How many survived the crash?" "Well Markath, Most of the crew survived by swimming, most of the crew that died had died during the crash and very few died after." said Ensign Derik. "Well I guess this is a good time for this I guess." said captain Alan. He walked over to a cabinet and typed in a code on a d-pad on it and when he opened it, he took out several revolvers. "These are the Revolvers made for officers during World-War-3 on Earth, These are given to the ones that are bridge crew or other kinds of officers on Toren now." He gave each person in the room.

Later that night Markath was finishing the repainting of his revolver when his doorbell beeped. When he opened the door, the steward was there to bring him his evening meal as he wasn't going down to the mess hall tonight. Markath thanked the steward and closed the door. He had steak and mashed potatoes with steamed broccoli and finished the paint on his revolver and then he went to bed.

June, 8th, 3001

Markath was taking cover behind a crate, people were shooting at him and his crewmates. The two fleets were shooting at each other, jets being shot down before they could leave the flight deck after being launched. A shell had landed 14 meters from Markaths crate. The crate had barely budged but Markath felt the blast from it, then he heard someone running behind him and they sounded panicked. Markath turned around and saw a shaking man pointing an AR-15 at Markath, Markath pointed his revolver at him and shouted "BANG!" the man flinched and fired his gun but missed Markath and hit the crate behind him. When the man had flinched Markath had fired his revolver and it had hit his target. The man's face had become a hole filled with goo, and the bullet had gone through his head like it was buckshot being used on a bird instead of birdshot. Markath took his dog tags and threw them over his crate, and the dogtags had hit one of the enemies in the eye, Markath pulled out his actual shotgun and shot him real quick. When he looked to his side the butt of a gun struck him in the face, and the world went black.

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