World in Conflict Ch4 Talyxians
This is a continuation of my world in conflict series, and this story is still in Yakov's perspective.
I would like feedback and comments!
The rest of the day was uneventful as everyone stared to calm down due to the early morning assault. Ruka did not really eat the stew, I guess he was either sick from seeing his people die or think that we poisoned it. What ever it was it did not stop him from wolfing down some steak I bought him.
Dammit! I thought, I spend 3000 rubles (equivalent to $30) on 1 pound of steak just to keep a POW alive. The reason for the high prices were importing the goods and storing them, so they cost 2 times as much as a normal one on earth. When i brought the steak to the table, at first Ruka just stared at it, soon he was drooling over it a few minutes passed, the out of nowhere he rips up the steak and eats it in a blik of an eye. the plate falls to the table with a metalic ~clank!~. Our whole table stares at Ruka in amazement,
Ivan: Jeez at least warn us when you are about to do that, you scared the shit out of me!
Well at least he's eating.: I say.
Later on in the day about 2:00 two of the guards show up, their names are Nicolas and Chaz, as it turns out their story was similar to mine, being drafted to serven in an war in another planet, with a few exceptions, they were both 18 and were drafted from Leningrad. Both Nicolas and Chaz were intregued by Ruka's presence, while Ruka did not share mutual feeling, he was afraid of them at first then started to finally get used to their presence, and started asking a few questions...
Ruka: why havent you killed me yet? most southerners would usally kill the survivors.
Me: well according to international law the Geneva Convention prevents us from torturing you
Me:One of the treaties created during the 1949 Convention, this defined what a Prisoner of War was, and accorded them proper and humane treatment as specified by the first Convention. Specifically, it required POWs to give only their name, rank, and serial number to their captors. Nations party to the Convention may not use torture to extract information from POWs.
Ruka: So when was 1949?
Ivan: Oh boy...
Me: 1949 was along time ago, and our country the United Soviet Socalist Republics agrees to these terms, so your safe. As long as you do not attempt to take our lives your fine...
Ruka: What was the cause for the treaty, some sort of war?
Me: yes a major one involving the deaths of Milions of people like us, it was a terrible war...
And this is how it basically went Ruka would ask questions that would be hard to explain about, this is how it went for hours till he eventually gave up on asking and we started to ask questions.
The first was what were they fighting for?
<< In ancient times, before the world was born, the sky was black, and inlaid upon it was a multitude of brilliant stars. 100,010,000 worlds, glittering in the void.
Eventually came the young God Vilous, who used his power to gather the hundred million stars, condensing them in his hands to form a white shining ball. With this he crafted the sun and the water and the land. He then gathered the remaining ten thousand stars, and with these he created the first plants and animals.
Deciding that he must continue his journey across the cosmos, Vilous commanded the sun to watch over this new world.
And the sun gifted a saintly sword to the planet below, which descended to the surface in the hands of an angelic swordsman with golden eyes.
The holy sword inspired life across the plains of the young world.
It created new creatures to populate it, one after another, and spread tranquility and peace throughout the globe.
But the ancestor of the sergal family, Shigu, saw the sword, and grew hungry for its power.
After tricking and murdering the divine golden-eyed protector of the weapon, the sergal grasped the handle and attempted to wield it.
However, the instant Shigu laid his hand upon it, the sun suddenly disappeared from the sky, casting everything into darkness.
Suddenly, a strong light was cast upon Shigu, casting a shadow that was blacker than the darkness of outer space.
The shadow soon began to move, shifting into a strange animalistic shape. Shigu, too, transformed, mimicking his shadow. He stood on all four legs, and his fangs had grown longer and sharper.
From the darkness, the hidden sun called out to the changed sergal.
Shigu. Your crime cannot be forgiven. For eternity, you and your kind will be cursed with bloodshed and war.
As for the dead swordsman, his body transformed into three animals. His wings, eyes, and mind each became a different creature, and each respective animal returned to the sky and the wilderness and the forest. The power of the dead god had been split into three, and the three holy objects of Vilous were born. The creator was dead, but his spirit lived on in the world he had constructed. >>
Me: Who told you this?
Ivan: So this war is one fought baised upon religion?
Ruka:(Ingnoring Ivan's question) Supreme General Rain Silves...
Our conversation was cut short due to a group of southerners approaching...
Intercom: Attention all military personel a group of southern sergals are approaching, do not fire on them, we are allied with them, please show hospitality twoard our "guests". That will be all.
As it turns out the group of southernes wanted the guns we took from the north, they were willing to trade stuff for it, they wanted as much guns as possible so they came to the barraks and were kindly welcomed...
I traded my comendeered guns and got 17 golden coins, Ivan traded in his and got a dagger and 7 golden coins, most people wanted gold, though some traded and got weapons, weapons of high quality to, someone even got a helmet others got swords and other melee weapons, an estimated 600 guns were traded and about 20 southerners came, when they saw Ruka they bared teeth, Ruka did not seem to care at that point.
They left at around 7:00 pm they stayed for dinner, But only because the Krillovich insisted (He got gold in return for his hospitality), As it seemed that the southerners were more civilized than the northerners and quickly adapted into using untensils unlike in Ruka's case [he just tore through his food],
Dinner came and went and by then Ruka was stinking up the place(some how I failed to notice this before but he had dried blood, and sweat on his iron armour) so we lead him to the showers,
Me: use the right knob to turn on the water, and use this to dry I handed him a towel and spare militay uniform set and.
Me: if you need to cut hole for your tail here.. I handed him a small knife...
Me: Nicolas! And Chaz! guard the door! make sure he does not leave and when he is done lead him back to the Barracks.
I played cards with Ivan for about 30 minuites till Ruka arrives back at the barracks, soon after it was lights out although an additonal 5 people stayed up to make sure Ruka would not kill people in their sleep, I for one thought that nobody would sleep or at least have a hard time sleeping knowing there is a vicious beast (kind of) in the same room as you...
The next morning there was alot of excitement at breakfast.
Apparently around three in the morning a pack of creatures were spotted at the borders of our base, the seemed to be in search of food, probably smelling the blood, the creatures did not seem anxious to go away until some one from our company drove them away with a BTR-90 killing one of it.
Its still out there the intercom warned. "A whole magazine dump and we just made it angry, it was like nothing I have ever seen before, its evil glowing eyes-" he shuddered
Viktor came on: "those things are out there and they can and will kill you, they can be hurt by our weapons and they know it, be safe and don't let your guard down, the creature
will be displayed in the court yard, and do not worry it is dead. That will be all."
well that's a relieving note! I joke. As I take a bite from my oatmeal,
Ruka: how about we take a look at this creature, maybe I can have some chance of identifying it....
Me: ok sure....
When I arrived at the court yard people just starred at it in shock, this thing was about 7 feet long and had a huge bullet wound on the front of its head, must have been the 50mm auto cannon I though. Blood (a silver color) was already spilling out as its mouth gaped wide open, although it was dead nobody got closer than 5 feet of it, yet here it lay motionless and well dead.
Ruka approached it and said: This is a Talyxian-stalker... That means a Talyxian-Rooter must have been close...
Viktor approaches Ruka and says: Comrade we are at war... what can you tell us about the talyxians?
Ruka: There are three types the Rooter, the Stalker and the Associaters.
The rooters are the main controllers of the Talyxian population and will regulate it by any means necessary. These Rooters have a really high intelligence similar to that of yours
but you humans seem to have way more advanced weaponry.
The stalkers like the one you just killed, are really good at finding metals and minerals, they also have a high intelligence and they can also speak.
Viktor: apparently not if it tried to attack us, come here ill show you what that "thing" did to the tank....
Viktor points to the BTR-90, it has huge gashes in its armor...
Ruka: continuing on these Talyxians have a thing called an associator these associaters are like wild animals, more or less. Any questions?
Where are these things located? asks Vicktor.
Most of the intelligent ones are in Golden Ring, those southerners you met know where that city is. Replies Ruka
Viktor: one moment.
Viktor dashes off to the intercom room.
Intercom: Vnimaniye! Attention! all military personnel, Those things that we just shot at last night have intelligence, do not fire unless threatened!
Vicktor runs out and points toward me and Ivan and Ruka.
Viktor: You two are coming with me to that city. Kuznov! Ready me a transport and get me in contact with a Southerner! NOW!