Here ends my fic. I didn't really like, it was a flop. But a good try
none the less, at least in my opinion. I do a lot better with demons and
fantasy then with reality. Oh well, my hopes now dwell on my new story,
which will be out within a week. I hope someone will read it, and send
C&C.
I apologize for the quick ending to this, but I think no one is
reading it at all, so there you go. Well I hope you enjoy! *_*
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Chapter 6: Final Victories.
The combined Republic, Federation and Earth Government fleet met at
the border. All weapons armed, all shields up. They headed into Mercury
space. Slowly, cautiously.
After about ten minutes of creeping, they found what they were
looking for. The silence in space was broken by ships appearing out of
nowhere. Hundreds of them, of all four different types that the Mercury
Confederacy use. And so the battle began.
Each side was almost evenly match. The united forces had strength in
numbers, while the Confederacy had better ships.
Hundreds of Grim Reaper class ships attacked enemy ships. From Hero
to Victory class ships were under fire. Every single ship was firing and
being fired at. The whole sector of space was in flames as the biggest
battle in history took place.
The third wing, made up of Republic Arcane class fighters moved in
for a pass at a Ragnarok. They fired of everything they had yet the ship
showed no signs of damage. It fired back, wiping out over half the ships
that had just attacked it.
The Confederacy ships were definitely more powerful then the
combined forces of the three nations.
I was on the flag ship of the Earth Navy. It was one of the three
Juggernaut class ships we had constructed. They were armed better then
one of the Confederacy's Phoenix class, but had less speed,
maneuverability and shield power.
Turning on the communicator I signaled Phillip who was on his
fleet's flagship, the Justice. "Phil, were not winning this battle. You
better have an ace up your sleeves, because I'm out of tricks."
I did not receive an answer in words, but I did receive one in
actions. Over eighty ships flew into the fray, weapons firing at the
Confederacy's ships.
I smiled as the odds slowly tipped towards our side. "Where did
those come from?"
"Does it really matter, Mister President? But if you really must
know, there mining and transport ships. We outfitted them with guns and
shields. They aren't up to your navy's strength, but they may win us the
battle."
"Let's see then. If my fleet does better then yours, you owe me a
bottle of that wine your saving. The 2014."
"Well, why not. And if I win you give me that bottle of rum from
1956."
"Deal. May the best man win."
"Agreed."
I turned my attention back towards the battle. We outnumbered the
enemy two to one, but most of our ships were now old things that were
decommissioned. While another large chunk was Phillip's, powered up
commercial and civilian ships."
A blast then hit the bridge, weakening it greatly. Then another
shot, and another until the shields were broken on all sides. We
returned fire at the target, we fired all of out weapons until they were
about to overheat, but the blasts still came. Until one directly hit the
ship and that's when my life ended.
When the enemy fire hit the main body of the ship. A large explosion
rippled all over the ship as it was engulfed in flames. It finally died
with a deafening explosion, as did I............
Five years later.........
"Do you swear, to uphold the principles that we have laid down?"
"I do."
"Then now you, Matthew Reins, is the President of the United
Planet's." And a loud cheer came from the crowd............
A man sat down on the bed in the presidential bed room where the
previous presidents of the now deceased, "Earth Government," lived. The
united forces had won the war, or so they thought. Well maybe they both
won the war.
The man pulled out the rum from 1956. He opened it up and took a
drink. It was one hell of a drink! As strong as hell itself. After a few
more drinks he began to mumble to himself. "People are dumb aren't they?
They believed that there really was a Confederacy, an enemy out to
destroy them all. Well in a sense there was a Confederacy. We were
pledged to unite mankind, and we did it quite well. We let ourselves be
defeated so mankind could have a more peaceful future. Damn fools!" He
raised the bottle and smiled. "A toast. To me, previously known as Mr.
Archan, now known as Matthew Reins. The first president of the new,
United Planet's." And so he drank down all the rum, and was quite drunk.
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So now with this over, my hopes turn towards my next fic, Twisted
Realities. I hope it will be good, I really will try. And I hope you
read it, whoever you are, if anyone. And I hope you send C&C on it when
it comes out, or at least on this, good day! *_*