Second part out, and happy 10th anniversary for UTO!~
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Tyrant's Reign is about a Rynar soldier, Private Namaeo, who is pulled from guard duty aboard a space station and thrust into a war. Forced to miss his daughters hatch day. He was sectioned with Battlemaster Jailthar, at Rock Hill, on the edge between North and South Carolina. Been hinting it for a time now, but this story, alongside Blue On Blue, Hearts And Minds, and Of Mice And Men, are all interconnected :3
None of this would be possible without Hetzer
I felt bad for constantly bugging him with questions, but I hope it was worth it!~
Art done by the awesome mdsf
Namaeo felt a coolness wash over his body. Something was resting on him, a short person, while another lay beside him. Peeling his eyes open, he saw a blurred image of a child resting against his chest. Their short snout nuzzled against him while hissing happily.
His wife, Mihicha, was lying beside him, resting soundly as if nothing was wrong. The man wanted to speak, to whisper at the very least. But his throat was locked, his tongue unable to move. His child, his little Oonka, suddenly raised her head as light flashed in the room.
Namaeo tried to speak, but some unseen entity barred his tongue. Watching as she slipped out of bed, he wanted to scream at her when she stepped up to the window.
A roaring thunder rumbles, and soon, the room is filled with a brilliant light. Abruptly, Mihicha was gone; Namaeo was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes looking at a window to the city below.
Oonka was staring out the window in awe. Their blurred body illuminates with various flashes. She was silent for a time as the ground shook like a guttural growling beast. Distant stars fell, a decisive ordinance from human ships in low orbit. Erupting wherever they landed in a devastating seismic wake. Namaeo was frozen in fear as his little girl spoke out softly, her voice frightened.
"Papa... Why are the stars falling?"
The room shook, and Namaeo found himself jolting to grab hold of Oonka. The child screamed, and Namaeo found himself weighed down by his armor. His rifle in his hands now, he stood on the outskirts of the city. Rynar military radio pings chime in his ear, a distant Battlemaster telling him his orders.
Oonka was nowhere to be found, but her screams shook every bone of the man's body. He found himself screaming out, wetness forming in his eyes as the city erupted in blazing flame.
His suit hissed, injecting him with a series of enhancements as the roaring cry of a metal bird caught his attention.
He'd seen this sort of thing before, and instead of running, his body worked against him. His child screams in his mind, Mihicha calling out his name; he takes aim at the swooping metal beast.
Soon, the screams turn into an overwhelming thunderous blast. Rapid explosions sent pins of death towards the stalwart soldier. His breathing stopped, and he took aim, shouldering his rifle with a stoic expression.
Just as the thousand metal pins rushed towards him, erupting in a buzzing line on the ground rushing towards him. The entirety of the vista was enveloped in a human-shaped hell.
His lungs burned, and his vision faded. Jailthar, his Battlemaster, called out his name. At first, it was soft, but Namaeo's lungs released into a bloody scream. His Battlemaster yelled out his name, and suddenly, Namaeo jolted upright.
Pain arched across his body like lightning. He was in a tent, panting heavily as the explosive flashes tore through his mind. Namaeo's eyes snapped to the side, spotting a shocked Rynar woman standing to the side. Suddenly, an armored hand settled on Namaeo's chest, and he met the face of his Battlemaster. Easing him down on the medical board, the Battlemaster squinted before speaking.
"Namaeo. Calm down, Medical Officer Jahsein is here to help."
Concern laced the man's voice, and the younger Rynar struggled to reconcile what he'd seen. The medical officer spoke, but Namaeo was in too much shock to discern their words. Only Jailthar's voice breaks the spiral in the young man's mind.
"No, Medic Jahsein said Namaeo's body has recovered. There's no need for anesthesia."
Namaeo blinked, his breathing slowing as he stared at his Battlemaster. Despite his nightmare, he managed to sputter out.
"T-The others..?"
Jailthar turned his attention to Namaeo again. His striking eyes softened as he shook his head. The man's voice was weighted with guilt.
"Some were lost... Namaeo was dragged back unconscious, having lost a lot of blood. Medic Jahsein here did well, but Namaeo needs to lay for a moment."
Namaeo's breathing regulated as his mind slowed. He felt a stinging sensation on his chest and soon dared to look down.
He had been shot, though none of its bullets seemed to have gone through his armor. Instead, his grey scales showed signs of shrapnel. He wheezed and shakily began getting up. The medical officer quickly moved to stop Namaeo, but Jailthar raised a hand to halt her.
Namaeo was still reeling, seeing bandages on his leg and arm. He didn't feel much of anything, knowing instantly he was under severe painkillers. The spiraling bird was in his mind for a moment longer before he shook the thought away with a grimace.
Turning his eyes to Jailthar, he hissed in thanks. His dignity was low, but Jailthar had protected his honor. The medical officer was distressed but didn't dare stand up to a Battlemaster.
Jailthar broke the long silence, hissing in his usual commanding tone. Yanking Namaeo to full attention just by his words.
"Union troops have landed. We've lost communication with Gallion Elvar. By the squadron report... Humans destroyed Charlotte?"
Namaeo nodded, his eyes turning down to not stare at Jailthar. After everything he'd been through, disrespecting his Battlemaster still was something he'd never do, even on accident.
"Hmm... Human caravans have been spotted by scouts, both here and in Battlemaster Shazike's region."
Blinking, Namaeo wondered if he was being deployed to capture caravans already. While he'd gladly walk into hell for his Battlemaster, his body screamed at him. Despite him trying to hide this, Jailthar seemed to read his mind, flashing a smile.
"No, Namaeo won't be put on retrieval duty. There is a human, Officer Rick, who has set up human communication devices in the center of town. When able, speak to them and report any findings."
Jailthar turned to leave, but Namaeo hissed out quickly.
"Namaeo gives gratitude..."
The Battlemaster stopped, his armor whirring in place as he turned. A brighter grin followed as he laughed out. The man's honor-bound charisma pulled an invisible weight off Namaeo as he chuckled.
"Private Namaeo, even a Battlemaster, fears what Officer Mihicha might do if anything bad happened. Jailthar promised to bring Namaeo home safely... Low be the ones to bring about the wrath of a wife."
Namaeo snickered, chortling as Jailthar walked out. Hissing to himself, he looked to the medical officer who'd been standing by patiently. Hesitating, he dared to ask a question burning in his mind.
"How... Lucky was Namaeo?"
The officer paused, clearly unsure how to answer. But that alone was enough. Nodding slowly, he glanced from side to side. Deciding it best to end on a joke, he chuckled dryly.
"Where is Namaeo's clothes? Unless Namaeo is expected to work like this..."
The Medical Officer smiled but didn't laugh.
First Previous Next
Tyrant's Reign is about a Rynar soldier, Private Namaeo, who is pulled from guard duty aboard a space station and thrust into a war. Forced to miss his daughters hatch day. He was sectioned with Battlemaster Jailthar, at Rock Hill, on the edge between North and South Carolina. Been hinting it for a time now, but this story, alongside Blue On Blue, Hearts And Minds, and Of Mice And Men, are all interconnected :3
None of this would be possible without Hetzer
I felt bad for constantly bugging him with questions, but I hope it was worth it!~
Art done by the awesome mdsf
Namaeo felt a coolness wash over his body. Something was resting on him, a short person, while another lay beside him. Peeling his eyes open, he saw a blurred image of a child resting against his chest. Their short snout nuzzled against him while hissing happily.
His wife, Mihicha, was lying beside him, resting soundly as if nothing was wrong. The man wanted to speak, to whisper at the very least. But his throat was locked, his tongue unable to move. His child, his little Oonka, suddenly raised her head as light flashed in the room.
Namaeo tried to speak, but some unseen entity barred his tongue. Watching as she slipped out of bed, he wanted to scream at her when she stepped up to the window.
A roaring thunder rumbles, and soon, the room is filled with a brilliant light. Abruptly, Mihicha was gone; Namaeo was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes looking at a window to the city below.
Oonka was staring out the window in awe. Their blurred body illuminates with various flashes. She was silent for a time as the ground shook like a guttural growling beast. Distant stars fell, a decisive ordinance from human ships in low orbit. Erupting wherever they landed in a devastating seismic wake. Namaeo was frozen in fear as his little girl spoke out softly, her voice frightened.
"Papa... Why are the stars falling?"
The room shook, and Namaeo found himself jolting to grab hold of Oonka. The child screamed, and Namaeo found himself weighed down by his armor. His rifle in his hands now, he stood on the outskirts of the city. Rynar military radio pings chime in his ear, a distant Battlemaster telling him his orders.
Oonka was nowhere to be found, but her screams shook every bone of the man's body. He found himself screaming out, wetness forming in his eyes as the city erupted in blazing flame.
His suit hissed, injecting him with a series of enhancements as the roaring cry of a metal bird caught his attention.
He'd seen this sort of thing before, and instead of running, his body worked against him. His child screams in his mind, Mihicha calling out his name; he takes aim at the swooping metal beast.
Soon, the screams turn into an overwhelming thunderous blast. Rapid explosions sent pins of death towards the stalwart soldier. His breathing stopped, and he took aim, shouldering his rifle with a stoic expression.
Just as the thousand metal pins rushed towards him, erupting in a buzzing line on the ground rushing towards him. The entirety of the vista was enveloped in a human-shaped hell.
His lungs burned, and his vision faded. Jailthar, his Battlemaster, called out his name. At first, it was soft, but Namaeo's lungs released into a bloody scream. His Battlemaster yelled out his name, and suddenly, Namaeo jolted upright.
Pain arched across his body like lightning. He was in a tent, panting heavily as the explosive flashes tore through his mind. Namaeo's eyes snapped to the side, spotting a shocked Rynar woman standing to the side. Suddenly, an armored hand settled on Namaeo's chest, and he met the face of his Battlemaster. Easing him down on the medical board, the Battlemaster squinted before speaking.
"Namaeo. Calm down, Medical Officer Jahsein is here to help."
Concern laced the man's voice, and the younger Rynar struggled to reconcile what he'd seen. The medical officer spoke, but Namaeo was in too much shock to discern their words. Only Jailthar's voice breaks the spiral in the young man's mind.
"No, Medic Jahsein said Namaeo's body has recovered. There's no need for anesthesia."
Namaeo blinked, his breathing slowing as he stared at his Battlemaster. Despite his nightmare, he managed to sputter out.
"T-The others..?"
Jailthar turned his attention to Namaeo again. His striking eyes softened as he shook his head. The man's voice was weighted with guilt.
"Some were lost... Namaeo was dragged back unconscious, having lost a lot of blood. Medic Jahsein here did well, but Namaeo needs to lay for a moment."
Namaeo's breathing regulated as his mind slowed. He felt a stinging sensation on his chest and soon dared to look down.
He had been shot, though none of its bullets seemed to have gone through his armor. Instead, his grey scales showed signs of shrapnel. He wheezed and shakily began getting up. The medical officer quickly moved to stop Namaeo, but Jailthar raised a hand to halt her.
Namaeo was still reeling, seeing bandages on his leg and arm. He didn't feel much of anything, knowing instantly he was under severe painkillers. The spiraling bird was in his mind for a moment longer before he shook the thought away with a grimace.
Turning his eyes to Jailthar, he hissed in thanks. His dignity was low, but Jailthar had protected his honor. The medical officer was distressed but didn't dare stand up to a Battlemaster.
Jailthar broke the long silence, hissing in his usual commanding tone. Yanking Namaeo to full attention just by his words.
"Union troops have landed. We've lost communication with Gallion Elvar. By the squadron report... Humans destroyed Charlotte?"
Namaeo nodded, his eyes turning down to not stare at Jailthar. After everything he'd been through, disrespecting his Battlemaster still was something he'd never do, even on accident.
"Hmm... Human caravans have been spotted by scouts, both here and in Battlemaster Shazike's region."
Blinking, Namaeo wondered if he was being deployed to capture caravans already. While he'd gladly walk into hell for his Battlemaster, his body screamed at him. Despite him trying to hide this, Jailthar seemed to read his mind, flashing a smile.
"No, Namaeo won't be put on retrieval duty. There is a human, Officer Rick, who has set up human communication devices in the center of town. When able, speak to them and report any findings."
Jailthar turned to leave, but Namaeo hissed out quickly.
"Namaeo gives gratitude..."
The Battlemaster stopped, his armor whirring in place as he turned. A brighter grin followed as he laughed out. The man's honor-bound charisma pulled an invisible weight off Namaeo as he chuckled.
"Private Namaeo, even a Battlemaster, fears what Officer Mihicha might do if anything bad happened. Jailthar promised to bring Namaeo home safely... Low be the ones to bring about the wrath of a wife."
Namaeo snickered, chortling as Jailthar walked out. Hissing to himself, he looked to the medical officer who'd been standing by patiently. Hesitating, he dared to ask a question burning in his mind.
"How... Lucky was Namaeo?"
The officer paused, clearly unsure how to answer. But that alone was enough. Nodding slowly, he glanced from side to side. Deciding it best to end on a joke, he chuckled dryly.
"Where is Namaeo's clothes? Unless Namaeo is expected to work like this..."
The Medical Officer smiled but didn't laugh.
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I loved this! another great piece from the birb itself!
Keep it up Piershey! great work!
Keep it up Piershey! great work!
The thing about this nightmare is many humans including Dylan had imaginations of bombs being dropped on Rynar worlds as retribution for destroying Earth cities like D.C.
Rynar should be grateful humanity doesn’t yet have the means to carry their city destroyers interstellar and the UTO may try to deter humans from seeking vengeance.
Rynar should be grateful humanity doesn’t yet have the means to carry their city destroyers interstellar and the UTO may try to deter humans from seeking vengeance.
But that begs the question if the whole of Rynar should be decided by the actions of the few. If humans did do that, they'd be no better than the monsters they claim the Rynar are~
Oh I’m definitely not advocating for vengeance against Rynar or condoning taking out one’s rage at many for the actions of a few individuals.
It just seems Rynar should now take their own actions into consideration and think how they would feel if their planet was being attacked unprovoked and many people they care about are dying just because “it’s an the end justifies the means” by invaders of one’s planet. I’m sure many would Rynar would cry out for vengeance against the race that attacks them unfairly.
It just seems Rynar should now take their own actions into consideration and think how they would feel if their planet was being attacked unprovoked and many people they care about are dying just because “it’s an the end justifies the means” by invaders of one’s planet. I’m sure many would Rynar would cry out for vengeance against the race that attacks them unfairly.
Namaeo will definitely do a lot of reflection on everything happening
My non credible defense ass will be yelling to give the rynar a “proportional” response
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