The Sieur of Anaxes
Final Eclipse
Shadow & Bone
N. Kelga'an, Banshee-Actual | The Empire Third Sector Defence Forces First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment 'Banshee' Company IV Berzingue From Anaxes Ultimate Sprint -- Part I |
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DECEASED Aron Gowrie
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
878, Donnager II-Class Star Destroyer 'Le Bourlingueur', Unknown Regions
In years of battle and service under both the banners of House Haskler and the New Imperial Order -- eventually reformed as the Empire --, Nukth had always been confident even facing obstacles which seemed to come from another universe. Some would have said he could be overconfident but he allowed himself to assume this stance because of the fate he had in his Sons; he knew that they wouldn't fail him and that all of them were reliable soldiers and warriors. TodHusars had to be beyond reproach, and this applied especially to the Banshees of the 3rd Company who were supposed to be the cream of the crop in the Corps. During an instant like this one, Nukth had to be confident in what could be done for Haskler, the man to who he had given his word several decades ago. A word to defend Anaxsi. A word to save Anaxes from the affliction which was eating away at Her. During the Battle for Anaxes, he had failed one of those two promises, and now he didn't intend to fail the second one. Some would have said he already failed it because of the men he lost, especially during the nearest operations; however, the Sieur couldn't help but didn't resign himself. Admitting that he didn't have any other things to accomplish down there, in this Galaxy, was an act of pure despair to him. Left with nothing else but his guilt, the Sieur would be forced to leave his rank and the Corps behind him. Sometimes he was dreaming about this life...
No, the Sieur answered. In a life of multiple disillusionment, he had learnt that suffering was a need for Mankind. Several Humans dreamt of a life in an Eden, where the pain would be ancient history, but they would realise that they had been needing this feeling to achieve what had to be achieved in their own lives. Life is short, especially when there were species in the Galaxy whose life expectancies were three times longer than Nukth's. Nukth once talked to an Imperial Knight called Abeloth who told him that the Universe could be represented as a web where each living being was linked to other ones by ways that no one could see and that some could feel -- the Jedi, the Sith and all that stuff. Nukth didn't believe in the existence of the Force, but he was sure that there was a Higher Potency that ruled everything in this Galaxy, and further if this further existed.
Delmas chose this exact moment to enter the room. For two hours now, the Sieur had been resting on the Bourlingueur's deck -- Banshees' flagship --, facing the vastness of the dark, stars-mottled space that surrounded him in this wild part of the Galaxy, the so-called Unknown Regions. With Hyperspace anomalies on the road, the TodHusars' second wave fell behind on the plan that Gowrie decided. Sappers' units had already been dropped over the surface of Exegol, but this more-expected second team was vital for both the Imperials, the Eternals' remnants and the Ashlans. Delmas placed himself right next to Kelga'an. Following the Battle for Kalidan, Nukth managed to gain freedom in the way he was organising his tactics; but he still had the Lt. Colonel on his back, waiting for a failure from the Captain to report him to High Command.
«A good day for a battle of that kind, isn't it?» Nukth turned his face so he could probe the man, but Delmas seemed honest for once. The Sieur learned how to deal with him, even if it meant being different from what he was for real... But it was the only way so everything went right and he could go on with his carrier plans in the Corps. The Empire was on the verge of a brutal change, Nukth could feel it. Soon, Delmas wouldn't be here to criticise him.
«This isn't the question, Lieutenant Colonel. This day ain't nothin' t'me. Everything's gonna collapse soon, an' some of us will be part of this while others won't. You'll learn that a battle is never a good day, nor a good thing at all, or you'll die too soon to understand this... Keïran -- an' then Veyli -- used t'say 'Don't think that war isn't a crime', or something of that kind. We'll lose people and good soldiers in this battle, but winning will affect the entire Galaxy for a long, long time. War is never a matter of people; it isn't personal. War is about factions, ideas clashing and nothing else. When you kill someone, you are only pullin' a unit off.»
In the time he had ended his speech, an officer from the Fleet informed the Sieur that a new HyperSpace jump had been calculated and that they would soon be able to join Exegol's Space.
878, District of the Titan, Sith Citadel, Exegol
Twenty took a look at the battlefield that surrounded her and his soldiers -- the valiant Banshees of 'Veersov' Platoon. The sappers had settled there half a day ago when the fights went less violent than previously. Then the TodHusars dug a trench so they could wait in the region for the following hours until the resumption of the battle. Twenty had sent a squad in reinforcement for Major-General Gowrie, one of her Captain's closest friends, but she didn't see it come back to the HQ Veersov had established in this place. She hoped that everything had gone right and that the soldiers under Forr's... Well, Marchal's command had only been delayed because of additional tasks asked by the Galidraani officer -- but the TodHusars didn't believe in her own theories. Considering the huge blast that occurred in their South, it was clear that most of the troops there wouldn't come back home anymore...
Putting her macrobinoculars away, the Lieutenant couldn't help but sighed, gazing at her second-in-command with a sad half-smile. «I know how you feel, Twenty,» the man said. Knowing each other for a long time now, the two soldiers didn't call themselves by their ranks -- they didn't even talk to each other with their actual names, using only nicknames. In fact, less than two months ago, with the promotions of Twenty and Fi -- 'Kappa' Platoon's CO --, Kelga'an had authorised the Banshees to use their actual names and first names again, despite the traditions of the 3rd Company. Actually, Twenty was now known as Lieutenant Mar'ann Estienne d'Orves. But her soldiers still called her ma'am or Twenty -- such as his second-in-command just did.
«That's not, ugh... I just... Thought they would be back for dinner time, y'know? Now, no one can even tell if they'll be back. We cannot even bring 'em back t'Yinchorr to bury their corpses. That's... Sad. Just sad. An' a little mad, too.»
The man put his hand on Twenty's shoulder, reassuring her, «Don't think that's your fault, Twenty. You couldn't know, you did your-...» All of a sudden, one of the Sappers shouted out, declaring that two people were running in front of his sight, without any sort of cover or protection. The machine-gun TodHusar aimed them but waited for an order before doing everything. Analysing the silhouettes, Twenty understood that something was going wrong right now... This armour... This man was a TodHusars! Finally working, her HUD identified the soldiers as Sgt. A. Marchal.
«Don't shoot, Sapper -- this is Marchal! This scumbag is finally alive, DAMN ANAXES!»
878, Donnager II-Class Star Destroyer 'Le Bourlingueur', Unknown Regions
In years of battle and service under both the banners of House Haskler and the New Imperial Order -- eventually reformed as the Empire --, Nukth had always been confident even facing obstacles which seemed to come from another universe. Some would have said he could be overconfident but he allowed himself to assume this stance because of the fate he had in his Sons; he knew that they wouldn't fail him and that all of them were reliable soldiers and warriors. TodHusars had to be beyond reproach, and this applied especially to the Banshees of the 3rd Company who were supposed to be the cream of the crop in the Corps. During an instant like this one, Nukth had to be confident in what could be done for Haskler, the man to who he had given his word several decades ago. A word to defend Anaxsi. A word to save Anaxes from the affliction which was eating away at Her. During the Battle for Anaxes, he had failed one of those two promises, and now he didn't intend to fail the second one. Some would have said he already failed it because of the men he lost, especially during the nearest operations; however, the Sieur couldn't help but didn't resign himself. Admitting that he didn't have any other things to accomplish down there, in this Galaxy, was an act of pure despair to him. Left with nothing else but his guilt, the Sieur would be forced to leave his rank and the Corps behind him. Sometimes he was dreaming about this life...
A life in which you could see your son, Nukth. A life in which your wife would be alive... Wouldn't it be beautiful? You wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Anaxes wouldn't be lost, you should like this life, eh?
No, the Sieur answered. In a life of multiple disillusionment, he had learnt that suffering was a need for Mankind. Several Humans dreamt of a life in an Eden, where the pain would be ancient history, but they would realise that they had been needing this feeling to achieve what had to be achieved in their own lives. Life is short, especially when there were species in the Galaxy whose life expectancies were three times longer than Nukth's. Nukth once talked to an Imperial Knight called Abeloth who told him that the Universe could be represented as a web where each living being was linked to other ones by ways that no one could see and that some could feel -- the Jedi, the Sith and all that stuff. Nukth didn't believe in the existence of the Force, but he was sure that there was a Higher Potency that ruled everything in this Galaxy, and further if this further existed.
Delmas chose this exact moment to enter the room. For two hours now, the Sieur had been resting on the Bourlingueur's deck -- Banshees' flagship --, facing the vastness of the dark, stars-mottled space that surrounded him in this wild part of the Galaxy, the so-called Unknown Regions. With Hyperspace anomalies on the road, the TodHusars' second wave fell behind on the plan that Gowrie decided. Sappers' units had already been dropped over the surface of Exegol, but this more-expected second team was vital for both the Imperials, the Eternals' remnants and the Ashlans. Delmas placed himself right next to Kelga'an. Following the Battle for Kalidan, Nukth managed to gain freedom in the way he was organising his tactics; but he still had the Lt. Colonel on his back, waiting for a failure from the Captain to report him to High Command.
«A good day for a battle of that kind, isn't it?» Nukth turned his face so he could probe the man, but Delmas seemed honest for once. The Sieur learned how to deal with him, even if it meant being different from what he was for real... But it was the only way so everything went right and he could go on with his carrier plans in the Corps. The Empire was on the verge of a brutal change, Nukth could feel it. Soon, Delmas wouldn't be here to criticise him.
«This isn't the question, Lieutenant Colonel. This day ain't nothin' t'me. Everything's gonna collapse soon, an' some of us will be part of this while others won't. You'll learn that a battle is never a good day, nor a good thing at all, or you'll die too soon to understand this... Keïran -- an' then Veyli -- used t'say 'Don't think that war isn't a crime', or something of that kind. We'll lose people and good soldiers in this battle, but winning will affect the entire Galaxy for a long, long time. War is never a matter of people; it isn't personal. War is about factions, ideas clashing and nothing else. When you kill someone, you are only pullin' a unit off.»
In the time he had ended his speech, an officer from the Fleet informed the Sieur that a new HyperSpace jump had been calculated and that they would soon be able to join Exegol's Space.
«Engage HyperJump. Everyone be locked an' ready for battle!»
878, District of the Titan, Sith Citadel, Exegol
Twenty took a look at the battlefield that surrounded her and his soldiers -- the valiant Banshees of 'Veersov' Platoon. The sappers had settled there half a day ago when the fights went less violent than previously. Then the TodHusars dug a trench so they could wait in the region for the following hours until the resumption of the battle. Twenty had sent a squad in reinforcement for Major-General Gowrie, one of her Captain's closest friends, but she didn't see it come back to the HQ Veersov had established in this place. She hoped that everything had gone right and that the soldiers under Forr's... Well, Marchal's command had only been delayed because of additional tasks asked by the Galidraani officer -- but the TodHusars didn't believe in her own theories. Considering the huge blast that occurred in their South, it was clear that most of the troops there wouldn't come back home anymore...
Putting her macrobinoculars away, the Lieutenant couldn't help but sighed, gazing at her second-in-command with a sad half-smile. «I know how you feel, Twenty,» the man said. Knowing each other for a long time now, the two soldiers didn't call themselves by their ranks -- they didn't even talk to each other with their actual names, using only nicknames. In fact, less than two months ago, with the promotions of Twenty and Fi -- 'Kappa' Platoon's CO --, Kelga'an had authorised the Banshees to use their actual names and first names again, despite the traditions of the 3rd Company. Actually, Twenty was now known as Lieutenant Mar'ann Estienne d'Orves. But her soldiers still called her ma'am or Twenty -- such as his second-in-command just did.
«That's not, ugh... I just... Thought they would be back for dinner time, y'know? Now, no one can even tell if they'll be back. We cannot even bring 'em back t'Yinchorr to bury their corpses. That's... Sad. Just sad. An' a little mad, too.»
The man put his hand on Twenty's shoulder, reassuring her, «Don't think that's your fault, Twenty. You couldn't know, you did your-...» All of a sudden, one of the Sappers shouted out, declaring that two people were running in front of his sight, without any sort of cover or protection. The machine-gun TodHusar aimed them but waited for an order before doing everything. Analysing the silhouettes, Twenty understood that something was going wrong right now... This armour... This man was a TodHusars! Finally working, her HUD identified the soldiers as Sgt. A. Marchal.
«Don't shoot, Sapper -- this is Marchal! This scumbag is finally alive, DAMN ANAXES!»