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Long time no write. Just popped in to say g'day, and post this short story I have written about my most recent game.
This is a short tale (as they are easier to read than long epics, yet harder to write), which is divided into two "Chapters", each one a different point of view. I will continue the final chapter in my trilogy during the summer holidays (around December) sorry for the inconvenience, but I just do not have time to write such a long epic.
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The Violins strung a classic song by the Great performer, Bach, as Emperor Mao looked on, from the high balcony at the cocktail party occurring in the hall below him. He saw the young face of Zhu Rei, sitting alone, while her husband stood on the Flagship of the Central Fleet. Mao looked at her beautiful face longingly, wondering if he could steal her away for a quick dance. Yes, he thought, he would do that. He started to walk towards the stairs, his eyes gazing towards the young temptress, completely ignoring everything in his way, so the voice that spoke out shocked him.
"Your Imperial Highness," said the voice from behind him, a voice that Mao faintly recognised as General Xu Liang, commander of the Imperial Guard, "The invasion begins. We require your presence in the situation room."
Mao turned to face the General and glared at him evilly, and turned once more at poor Zhu sitting all alone by herself
"Do not worry, Your Highness, Madame Zhu will still be there when you return," Said Xu.
Chou Shuchen looked across the deck of the landing craft. The Guns of the Central fleet were bombarding this final post of Japan. This was unlike Chittagong, or Pune, this was different. Once this victory was assured, China would control all of Asia. The nearby shore batteries opened fire at the approaching vessels as the vessels approached the shoreline. As bullets hit the side of the vessel, Chow and his Comrades braced themselves for the rain of metal that was about to descend apon them
The vessel skidded to a halt as it collided into the sandy beach of the Island, and Chou prepared for the onslaught. The front ramp of the landing craft fell down as the sound of Machine Guns ripped through the air. Those Marines unfortunate enough to be at the front of the landing craft were ripped apart by the accurate machine guns, yet this did not phase the well trained, combat hardened Marines, who simply strode over the dead bodies, running up the beach to gain cover beneath the stone support wall, which elevated the promenade above the beach. Chou was one of the last off the landing craft, not due to cowardliness, but due to the fact that he was at the back. He leapt over the bodies piled up at the front of the craft, and crashed into the sea. He stood up, and waded through the waves, as bullets whistled passed him. A shell exploded nearby, but Chou ignored it, racing towards the support wall. Reaching the wall, he layed low, and crawled towards the Radio man.
Admiral Zhu was not looking at the Island of Satsuma, where his forces were engaged with the remains of the Japanese Army, he was looking to the west, where the sun had just set, thinking about his beautiful wife, and her being stuck at that boring party that the Emperor was giving. A radio crackled to life, "Marines on the beach, repeat marines on the beach."
Zhu wandered over to the radio, and picked it up, "Good work, Captain Chou," replied the Admiral, "what are approximate casualties, and what resistance are you facing?"
Chou glanced over the beach, looking at the Marines huddled beneath the wall, and the bodies littering the beach, "I would say that casualties are light, only 30% of the landing party. We are facing sporadic artillery fire, and there are several pillboxes, and entrenched troops on the Promenade. We request artillery bombardment at coordinates Q 234456, 234123 and 234121"
"Got that, Yuan?" the Admiral asked the artillery officer on the bridge of his battleship, who nodded in reply, "Very well, Captain Chou, good luck You know we must capture the city by midnight"
"It will be as good as in our hands," finished Chou, as the battleships in the harbour, opened fire at the fortifications that were preventing the Marines from advancing further. Chou looked towards the coast as the second wave of landing craft approached the beach. The machinegun fire stopped, and Chou gave the order to advance.
As the Emperor walked into the situation room, the consol operators all stood up and bowed low. Xu turned to the nearest one, and asked him if the up-link was ready. He bowed even lower to confirm that it was, and Xu ordered him to put the picture on the central screen that dominated the room. Admiral Zhu appeared on the screen, and saluted.
"Zhu, what is the situation like?" asked Xu
"The first wave has established a beach-head on the Western Beach of Satsuma Island, casualties are light, compared to our previous operations at Chittagong and Pune, only 30% dead or injured. The second wave will land within minutes. The city centre will be in our hands by the New Year."
"Very good, I trust the Emperor can return to his party?"
"Yes, I believe that the Emperor can bring in the New Year without having to worry about us. I do not see any problems arising. But if they do, we will inform you."
"Lets hope not," finished Xu, as Zhu's face disappeared off the screen, "shall we return to the party?" Zhu asked the Emperor, who smiled, and turned to return to the party.
Chou pressed his body against the concert side of the bunker, his assault rifle in hand, and listened. The voices inside sounding panicky, and worried. Chou moved up to the entrance, and peered into the bunker. There were only two soldiers in the bunker, one manning the machine gun, waving it around, looking for targets, while the second had his gun towards the entrance to the bunker.
"Karegi dokonii rukashide imasuka?"* said the soldier manning the Machine Gun
"Kamio wakaruka?" replied the guard
Chou pulled out a grenade, and pulled the pin, and threw it in. He dived to the side, as the blast ripped through the bunker, and the second wave of landing craft hit the beach. Inspecting the damaged bunker, he saw that one of the soldiers was dead, the other was breathing. Chou shook his head, as he pulled his assault rifle up, pointing it towards the wounded soldier
"Watashide tasukuru" cried the guard, as he moved his hand up, looking at a piece of paper.
"Go to hell," said Chou under his breath, not understanding what was said, as he blasted a round into his heart. The soldiers' eyes went wide, and he cried out, "Sumimasen… Kaoru, Yukina, watashiwa darekao yarusu…" and he fell quiet. Chou spat on the soldier that took the lives of so many of his comrades, and left the body to rot.
Emperor Mao strode into the ballroom, where the crowd fell silent. Xu smiled, and proclaimed, "The invasion goes well! Admiral Zhu has promised us the city will be ours by midnight!" Most of the crowd looked at the huge clock set on the wall of the ballroom, which proclaimed the time as 11:30. Meanwhile, the emperor descended the stairs, to where a certain woman was sitting, still looking depressed, even with the news her husband was safe.
His fellow troops had moved to the houses and shops in on the edge of the promenade, and were engaging troops in the town centre. Japanese troops had fortified themselves within the buildings, but the Chinese battleships were firing continuously at the buildings in a desperate attempt to dislodge the enemy. A fighter roared over the field, as Chou moved up to join his comrades, fighting, house to house, yet getting nowhere. The Japanese Infantry had deployed heavy machineguns within the buildings held by them, and were firing purposely into the troops that were climbing onto the promenade from the second attack wave. The centre of the resistance appeared to be a building across a square, and by taking out this building, thought Chou, enemy resistance would become disorganised, and victory could be achieved. He gathered his troops together, and prepared for the attack.
"Would you care for a dance?" asked the Emperor to Zhu Rei. Her eyes rose up to face the Emperors, and she replied in a depressed tone, "Who can resist the Emperor?" She got up, and gave her hand to the decrepit old man who was the Emperor of the nation. Mao smiled, and said to himself, "Yes, who can resist the Emperor?" The orchestra started to play a classic waltz, and away the two of them went.
"Charge!" yelled Chou, as his men began to storm across the square, with almost every gun trained on their position. Chou had lost over half of his men as he approached the building, but gained a foothold in the building, which looked like a grocery store. Gunfire was blasting through the large plate windows of the store, as Chou reloaded his gun and ran towards the stairs that lead to the second floor (obviously) . He crouched behind a wall that backed onto the stairs, and quickly took a look at the stairs. It was strange, thought Chou, that the stairs were unprotected, so carefully, he began up the stairs. Chou began to feel uneasy as he approached the top. The gunfire was continuing, coming from a room near the front of the building. Chou reached the top of the stairs, his gun ready, as he approached the door, which was partly opened. He put his head close to the door, and looked through the crack in the door. No one has there, so , by using the barrel of his rifle, he pushed the door open, to a smiling figure, holding a pistol towards his head, who simply said in a cold, sadistic voice, "shimi"
The gun fired, and Chou let go of his weapon in shock. He staggered backwards, and fell down the stairs , landing in a heap, a surprise to his soldiers watching from below. In shock, the radio officer, Sun Yatsen, yelled into the radio, "Chou is dead, Chou is dead, request artillery bombardments at coordinates Q 235576," and then turning to the other survivors, "Lets get outta here!" The troops jumped through the broken glass window, just as Admiral Zhu received the message.
"Shall we fire?" asked Yuan
"Yes, fire all guns at this point," replied the Admiral, FIRE!"
The waltz ended, and the emperor smiled at Lady Zhu, who still carried the same depressed look apon her face as she had for that entire night; "I thankyou, emperor, for allowing me to dance with you, she said, but I must go home, it is getting late."
"No," said Mao, grabbing the young girl's wrist, "I think you will be staying with me tonight. Your husband will never know."
Lady Zhu turned towards Mao, to protest, but what she saw shocked her. She actually thought about warning him, but only for a second. She smiled, and Mao, replying to this change of emotion, said, "now is that not better? Now lets have another dance, do not worry, it will be the last dance of the night"
"I am sure it will be," Lady Zhu said, smiling at the man that was approaching the emperor slowly.
"Yes, this will be Emperor Mao's Last Dance!" said Mao happily thinking that he had finally won the most beautiful woman in the empire.
Corporal Sun had never ran as fast as this in his life. He was facing the fleet as the battleship opened fire, and as he heard the shell pass by he turned to face the building that burst into flames, explosions ripping the second story completely off, while the fire quickly consumed the rest of the building. Sun dived behind a fountain, and looked towards the Promenade, as the Second Armoured Division began to disembark from their landing vessels.
Lady Zhu walked closer to the emperor, and said, "I am honoured by you choosing me to be your dance partner," but she was not looking at the emperor, but at the man who was now right behind the emperor. She saw what the man was holding, and smiled at him one more time, before the assassin's lightning quick reflexes cut the Emperors jugular with his sharp knife. He then looked at Lady Zhu, smiled, and pushed the dagger into his heart. He stood still for a while, mumbled something to himself, and fell back, dead.
*If this grammar is incorrect, I apologise. Japanese is not my best Language
This is a short tale (as they are easier to read than long epics, yet harder to write), which is divided into two "Chapters", each one a different point of view. I will continue the final chapter in my trilogy during the summer holidays (around December) sorry for the inconvenience, but I just do not have time to write such a long epic.
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The Violins strung a classic song by the Great performer, Bach, as Emperor Mao looked on, from the high balcony at the cocktail party occurring in the hall below him. He saw the young face of Zhu Rei, sitting alone, while her husband stood on the Flagship of the Central Fleet. Mao looked at her beautiful face longingly, wondering if he could steal her away for a quick dance. Yes, he thought, he would do that. He started to walk towards the stairs, his eyes gazing towards the young temptress, completely ignoring everything in his way, so the voice that spoke out shocked him.
"Your Imperial Highness," said the voice from behind him, a voice that Mao faintly recognised as General Xu Liang, commander of the Imperial Guard, "The invasion begins. We require your presence in the situation room."
Mao turned to face the General and glared at him evilly, and turned once more at poor Zhu sitting all alone by herself
"Do not worry, Your Highness, Madame Zhu will still be there when you return," Said Xu.
Chou Shuchen looked across the deck of the landing craft. The Guns of the Central fleet were bombarding this final post of Japan. This was unlike Chittagong, or Pune, this was different. Once this victory was assured, China would control all of Asia. The nearby shore batteries opened fire at the approaching vessels as the vessels approached the shoreline. As bullets hit the side of the vessel, Chow and his Comrades braced themselves for the rain of metal that was about to descend apon them
The vessel skidded to a halt as it collided into the sandy beach of the Island, and Chou prepared for the onslaught. The front ramp of the landing craft fell down as the sound of Machine Guns ripped through the air. Those Marines unfortunate enough to be at the front of the landing craft were ripped apart by the accurate machine guns, yet this did not phase the well trained, combat hardened Marines, who simply strode over the dead bodies, running up the beach to gain cover beneath the stone support wall, which elevated the promenade above the beach. Chou was one of the last off the landing craft, not due to cowardliness, but due to the fact that he was at the back. He leapt over the bodies piled up at the front of the craft, and crashed into the sea. He stood up, and waded through the waves, as bullets whistled passed him. A shell exploded nearby, but Chou ignored it, racing towards the support wall. Reaching the wall, he layed low, and crawled towards the Radio man.
Admiral Zhu was not looking at the Island of Satsuma, where his forces were engaged with the remains of the Japanese Army, he was looking to the west, where the sun had just set, thinking about his beautiful wife, and her being stuck at that boring party that the Emperor was giving. A radio crackled to life, "Marines on the beach, repeat marines on the beach."
Zhu wandered over to the radio, and picked it up, "Good work, Captain Chou," replied the Admiral, "what are approximate casualties, and what resistance are you facing?"
Chou glanced over the beach, looking at the Marines huddled beneath the wall, and the bodies littering the beach, "I would say that casualties are light, only 30% of the landing party. We are facing sporadic artillery fire, and there are several pillboxes, and entrenched troops on the Promenade. We request artillery bombardment at coordinates Q 234456, 234123 and 234121"
"Got that, Yuan?" the Admiral asked the artillery officer on the bridge of his battleship, who nodded in reply, "Very well, Captain Chou, good luck You know we must capture the city by midnight"
"It will be as good as in our hands," finished Chou, as the battleships in the harbour, opened fire at the fortifications that were preventing the Marines from advancing further. Chou looked towards the coast as the second wave of landing craft approached the beach. The machinegun fire stopped, and Chou gave the order to advance.
As the Emperor walked into the situation room, the consol operators all stood up and bowed low. Xu turned to the nearest one, and asked him if the up-link was ready. He bowed even lower to confirm that it was, and Xu ordered him to put the picture on the central screen that dominated the room. Admiral Zhu appeared on the screen, and saluted.
"Zhu, what is the situation like?" asked Xu
"The first wave has established a beach-head on the Western Beach of Satsuma Island, casualties are light, compared to our previous operations at Chittagong and Pune, only 30% dead or injured. The second wave will land within minutes. The city centre will be in our hands by the New Year."
"Very good, I trust the Emperor can return to his party?"
"Yes, I believe that the Emperor can bring in the New Year without having to worry about us. I do not see any problems arising. But if they do, we will inform you."
"Lets hope not," finished Xu, as Zhu's face disappeared off the screen, "shall we return to the party?" Zhu asked the Emperor, who smiled, and turned to return to the party.
Chou pressed his body against the concert side of the bunker, his assault rifle in hand, and listened. The voices inside sounding panicky, and worried. Chou moved up to the entrance, and peered into the bunker. There were only two soldiers in the bunker, one manning the machine gun, waving it around, looking for targets, while the second had his gun towards the entrance to the bunker.
"Karegi dokonii rukashide imasuka?"* said the soldier manning the Machine Gun
"Kamio wakaruka?" replied the guard
Chou pulled out a grenade, and pulled the pin, and threw it in. He dived to the side, as the blast ripped through the bunker, and the second wave of landing craft hit the beach. Inspecting the damaged bunker, he saw that one of the soldiers was dead, the other was breathing. Chou shook his head, as he pulled his assault rifle up, pointing it towards the wounded soldier
"Watashide tasukuru" cried the guard, as he moved his hand up, looking at a piece of paper.
"Go to hell," said Chou under his breath, not understanding what was said, as he blasted a round into his heart. The soldiers' eyes went wide, and he cried out, "Sumimasen… Kaoru, Yukina, watashiwa darekao yarusu…" and he fell quiet. Chou spat on the soldier that took the lives of so many of his comrades, and left the body to rot.
Emperor Mao strode into the ballroom, where the crowd fell silent. Xu smiled, and proclaimed, "The invasion goes well! Admiral Zhu has promised us the city will be ours by midnight!" Most of the crowd looked at the huge clock set on the wall of the ballroom, which proclaimed the time as 11:30. Meanwhile, the emperor descended the stairs, to where a certain woman was sitting, still looking depressed, even with the news her husband was safe.
His fellow troops had moved to the houses and shops in on the edge of the promenade, and were engaging troops in the town centre. Japanese troops had fortified themselves within the buildings, but the Chinese battleships were firing continuously at the buildings in a desperate attempt to dislodge the enemy. A fighter roared over the field, as Chou moved up to join his comrades, fighting, house to house, yet getting nowhere. The Japanese Infantry had deployed heavy machineguns within the buildings held by them, and were firing purposely into the troops that were climbing onto the promenade from the second attack wave. The centre of the resistance appeared to be a building across a square, and by taking out this building, thought Chou, enemy resistance would become disorganised, and victory could be achieved. He gathered his troops together, and prepared for the attack.
"Would you care for a dance?" asked the Emperor to Zhu Rei. Her eyes rose up to face the Emperors, and she replied in a depressed tone, "Who can resist the Emperor?" She got up, and gave her hand to the decrepit old man who was the Emperor of the nation. Mao smiled, and said to himself, "Yes, who can resist the Emperor?" The orchestra started to play a classic waltz, and away the two of them went.
"Charge!" yelled Chou, as his men began to storm across the square, with almost every gun trained on their position. Chou had lost over half of his men as he approached the building, but gained a foothold in the building, which looked like a grocery store. Gunfire was blasting through the large plate windows of the store, as Chou reloaded his gun and ran towards the stairs that lead to the second floor (obviously) . He crouched behind a wall that backed onto the stairs, and quickly took a look at the stairs. It was strange, thought Chou, that the stairs were unprotected, so carefully, he began up the stairs. Chou began to feel uneasy as he approached the top. The gunfire was continuing, coming from a room near the front of the building. Chou reached the top of the stairs, his gun ready, as he approached the door, which was partly opened. He put his head close to the door, and looked through the crack in the door. No one has there, so , by using the barrel of his rifle, he pushed the door open, to a smiling figure, holding a pistol towards his head, who simply said in a cold, sadistic voice, "shimi"
The gun fired, and Chou let go of his weapon in shock. He staggered backwards, and fell down the stairs , landing in a heap, a surprise to his soldiers watching from below. In shock, the radio officer, Sun Yatsen, yelled into the radio, "Chou is dead, Chou is dead, request artillery bombardments at coordinates Q 235576," and then turning to the other survivors, "Lets get outta here!" The troops jumped through the broken glass window, just as Admiral Zhu received the message.
"Shall we fire?" asked Yuan
"Yes, fire all guns at this point," replied the Admiral, FIRE!"
The waltz ended, and the emperor smiled at Lady Zhu, who still carried the same depressed look apon her face as she had for that entire night; "I thankyou, emperor, for allowing me to dance with you, she said, but I must go home, it is getting late."
"No," said Mao, grabbing the young girl's wrist, "I think you will be staying with me tonight. Your husband will never know."
Lady Zhu turned towards Mao, to protest, but what she saw shocked her. She actually thought about warning him, but only for a second. She smiled, and Mao, replying to this change of emotion, said, "now is that not better? Now lets have another dance, do not worry, it will be the last dance of the night"
"I am sure it will be," Lady Zhu said, smiling at the man that was approaching the emperor slowly.
"Yes, this will be Emperor Mao's Last Dance!" said Mao happily thinking that he had finally won the most beautiful woman in the empire.
Corporal Sun had never ran as fast as this in his life. He was facing the fleet as the battleship opened fire, and as he heard the shell pass by he turned to face the building that burst into flames, explosions ripping the second story completely off, while the fire quickly consumed the rest of the building. Sun dived behind a fountain, and looked towards the Promenade, as the Second Armoured Division began to disembark from their landing vessels.
Lady Zhu walked closer to the emperor, and said, "I am honoured by you choosing me to be your dance partner," but she was not looking at the emperor, but at the man who was now right behind the emperor. She saw what the man was holding, and smiled at him one more time, before the assassin's lightning quick reflexes cut the Emperors jugular with his sharp knife. He then looked at Lady Zhu, smiled, and pushed the dagger into his heart. He stood still for a while, mumbled something to himself, and fell back, dead.
*If this grammar is incorrect, I apologise. Japanese is not my best Language
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