A soldier's tale chapter 1

Prologue:

  "The universe will be ours for the taking, it's only a matter of time before all the races of the universe serve the Irken Empire." Yea I was there that day, on Conventia. The day the empire launched 'Operation Impending Doom 2,' the day soldiers like us were taken out of cold storage and finally put into action. Could I say it was worth it in the end? I dono, maybe.. to some of the guys higher up in the chain of command perhaps. I doubt any soldier would say it was but that could just be me talking. But still I wonder, was all of it worth it? Was it worth all the soldiers that lost thier lives on alien worlds in the line of duty and for what? "For the good of every Irken and for future generations" As the Tallest always say to the press. NO, there was no need for war, no need for all the violence. The Almighty Tallest dont understand, I think, the value of a single life. We are all just cogs in a mechine, the tallest themselves also perhaps. Even though no one would dare say it, we all knew we were just pawns in a senseless game.

Chapter one: The Battle for Planet Vort


(five years earlier)

It'd been two months since we'd landed on Vort's surface home of our former allies. I heard from someone that Invader Larb had been rewarded an honorary stay on The Massive for the remainder of the Operation along with all the other Invaders that had completed thier missions. "Lucky bastards" I thought to myself, for us the job was just begining. We needed to fight off the remaining resistance and secure the planet for Irken inhabitation.

Corpral Taim: PAK ID 321186 S.I.R (Standard Infintry Regiment)
Location: Currently stationed at camp Alpha Z


Yes, camp Alpha Z or "the butt end of the planet" as its also been named. I'd just been transferred here from camp Foxtrot T in the mid region of the planet to join a new squad. I was Charlie squad and from what I'd heard they were supposed to be pritty bad ass. They had lost a guy to a Vortian ambush near the capital city of Sailiee which is were the largest concentration of resistance fighters are supposed to be. I exited the barracks in the morning to meet with the the sargent, it was unusually cold and misty out and there was even fog in the distance. I yawned drowly as I stepped out in the open and begun my long walk to the opposite end of the camp. On the way I noticed others running around tending to other tasks, some also just stood around the smoldering camp fire chomping on plooka from the night before.

Occasionally a Spittle runner or two would fly over head, a nice reminder that we weren't the only Irkens on this planet. It's funny how you can begin to feel so alone even though the whole Irken Armada is hovering right over your head. Suddenly the ground shook and I heard a sort of distant thumping sound "run for your lives!" I yelled, I was afriad that the Vortains over the hill were firing artillery at us. To my surprise no one was running and soon after, an Irken front line battle mech rose from the other side of the hill which was the origin of the disturbance. "uh I guess that takes care of the Vortains over there huh?" I said, it was then that I noticed that a few of the more knowlegable Elite soldiers were gathered together chuckling at me. Although embarassed I shook it off and kept on walking. after a while I finally made it to the other side of the camp and I saw a line of soldiers at attention, I was guessing that was Charlie squad. But were was the sarge I thought, just as the thought crossed my mind a shadow cast over me. I looked over to see the tallest officer I'd seen in a long time I was up to his chin at the most. He looked at me with belittling eyes, eyes dark as purple can get and then he spoke in a raspy voice and smiled "Ah, Corpral Taim your just in time."