Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26535281-20160913000959

(Down below flys a Austurian luxury transport and high above watching is an Imperial class ship.)

It was mid day on otcus 12th. The mission was simple after destroying the air wing of Bulcrest the Dularian Ship, Iron Wings was to go in and capture princess Celia, she was valuable to the emperor's plan and to the survival of Dular. Maybe with her capture we can broker a peace... even a weak peace  was seeming good at this stag in the war.

The marines aboard prepared for battle most grabbing their attack sabers and a shock rifle. They stood poise on the right and left decks of the ship ready to fire at and then board the Liberation. The attack was simple really we where to disable the ships thrust engines and then descend next to her. After a brief exchange of fire power we where to board the ship and take the princess, easy right?

With the raising of the attack flag the operation began the massive belly bugs ripped apart the liberation's thrust engines and Iron Wing slowly descended to Liberation's right hand side. A brief exchange of fire ripped apart the men of the decks and did some damage below. I noticed quite a few good men from both sides falling died upon the ground. 'At least a death this high up in the air is an honorable one. I would personally salute each of those dead men if given the chance.'

With the shouting of an officer and the playing of the attack theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArsV7AFZBHY) we launched the boarding cables and started our grisly work. 'Now to keep this short and simple I'm going to cut down on the gore and such. Oh but believe me when I tell you this a detachment of imperial troops in the heat of battle is a sight to behold'. We aboard the Liberation greeted by a detachment of Asutrian marines. Hacking away at the marines we barley noticed the age or weapons, most of them where brand new recruits given to a 'soft' mission. Oh what a lie that was. After a brief but violent skirmish most bolted to the doors leading to the compartments and the interior of the ship, most where caught either by our sabers or from fire support from  Iron Wings. I noticed a few begging for mercy 'ha! Like they showed mercy to us during the old wars!'

The Dularian marines continued throughout the ship meeting starch resistance and a few worthy threats. It became like the air battles of the old wars. Ones where the knights would duel in the air for the fair princess hand except, we where no knights. We had no qualms with killing young boys if it meant the survival of our nation!

My own squad caught a gimps of the princess during a duel. She peak out of the door looking for something I notice two things the reason they call her the most beautiful princess and the strange necklace she was wearing. When she finally looked in our direction she shrieked and ran out of the door in horror as I was cutting down one of the Asutiran rats! She bolted down the hallway, "After her!" shouted the captain in the middle of a fury of thrust, so we did. We cashed all the way to the frontal decks.

"Look it's been a rough day. Just give up and you don't have to be hurt." She went closer and closer to the edge until her back pressed upon the the rail. "Look your miles above the surface you only have one option at this point." She stepped up onto the rail give us a smug smile. "Don't you dar...." She jumped and fell too the surface below. I couldn't see if she hit the ground a large cloud covered her as she fell. "Oh the captain is going to kill you Alfaun." 