Lord Tyrus Posted January 4, 2015 Posted January 4, 2015 (edited) Lord Tyrus was at his desk after his new promotion to the ISB. He had an office, a medium sized apartment and his own separate lounge but he wasn't happy. He could never be happy. His extreme hatred for the Rebel Alliance had lessened but he could never forgive what they did. His hatred had also extended to the Empire. He was alone. He would, of course, stay in the Empire, maybe enough to be promoted to a high enough rank to make a difference. He would never join the Alliance. Not after what they had done... Suddenly he got up, opened a draw and took out a cargo crate. He sat back down and emptied it out. The smell of his homeworld, Aaeton, filled his nostrils. This was the last thing he had from his home. He lifted all of the contents onto the floor except for a mysterious helmet. This was his last memory of his father as well. He remembered back to that fateful day when he chose his destiny... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The sirens wailed throughout the building. Lo'red 'Lord' Tyrus looked up from his work, annoyed. He and his colleague, Kelj Varn, were working on their most extreme, possibly crazy, schematic for a house for a rich inhabitant of SolStar, the city on the the north-west of one of the smaller landmasses on the planet Aaeton, in the K9 sector of the core worlds. It was fairly close, within viewing distance, of Tyrus' house, so he was attempting to make it as less of an eyesore as possible, which seemed to be the growing trend with rich people's houses who had more money than sense. As you can imagine, being disturbed while at work was extremely irritating, especially as they were at a very tight deadline. Tyrus and Varn looked up to see 3 of the planets PDF (Planetary Defence Force) troopers pursuing a gang of strangers with guns through the corridor. Tyrus was incredibly surprised to see this as the PDF were very rarely seen, and only used in very extreme circumstances, not for a mere gang of thugs. He stepped outside, closely followed by his friend, to be met by a stream of blaster bolts. "Get down civilians!" The voice of a PDF officer rang in his ears. He jumped behind some crates and narrowly avoided a red bolt. Kelj Varn wasn't as lucky. He was hit by one of the gangs blaster shots. "No..." Gasped Tyrus. This was his first experience of death. "Get behind here!" Bellowed the soldier. Tyrus didn't need to be told twice. "Civilian, go back to your home! We are here to free you from-..." The voice of one of the gang was cut short by the roof of the corridor collapsing. Tyrus didn't hesitate from picking up a dropped blaster from the floor. "Who are they?" "We've been told they're from the Rebel Alliance. Trouble makers." Tyrus had been told about the Rebels, and their ways. They were intent on planet-wide terrorism, hitting at the Empire in any way they could, Tyrus wasn't particularly keen on the Empire, it did seem like a dictatorship, but it seemed to work. The Rebels were just causing chaos. Aaeton wasn't controlled by either the Rebels or the Empire, a thing Tyrus was very proud of. He would do anything to keep it that way. "Don't try and stop me, I'm fighting too." He said. "Well it's against protocol, but we have suffered heavy losses. Ok, you're in, but don't get too cozy..." Was his answer from the sergeant, "Come on, follow me the rest of you." They had fought hard, but were surrounded on a balcony on the side of one of the offices on the highest floor in the building. They had taken refuge behind some crates. "We can't give up." Tyrus heard a voice of a young trooper. "There's no hope," The sergeant replied, "Apparently they have us pinned in the air and we have hardly any troops left in this building. They are swarming through this building and will soon be in the rest of the city. Suddenly a they heard a roar and a figure in a Mandalorian warrior suit flew on top of one of the groups that had pinned the group. They heard a hiss as he ignited his weapon. Most of the group gasped, but Tyrus couldn't see why. He dispatched the group quickly before hurrying to the party. He ignored the PDF troops and hurried towards Tyrus, removing his helmet. "Son..." "Father? Is it you?" "Yes. Who else would it be?" Tyrus suddenly became angry. "Where have you been for 21 years? You just dissapeared when I was six years old!" "They locked me up. For no reason, you realize, I had done nothing wrong." "Then how did you get out?" "In the attack. The detainment centre was attacked and they freed us! I think they were trying to cause havoc, but most of us were innocent anyway. You have grown into a fine young man." Suddenly more of the Rebels flooded out through the doors onto the balcony. Tyrus' father again activated his jetpack but instead of attacking the group, sliced the supports of the balcony from under the two attacking squads with a mysterious weapon Tyrus had never seen. He jumped back to the defenders and turned to his son again. Suddenly he collapsed, clutching his side. "Father" "Son, it is not as it seems." Gasping the old man turned away, looking over at the city below him, around them, the remaining PDF forces were slowly being picked off one by one by a few lone gunmen around them. "These are the Empire's forces. All this time, they have ruled us without us even realising." "No... It can't be true..." "Of course you believe that," and he saw in his son's eyes his pride in his city, his planet, crumbling, "That is why they locked me up you see... I'm-..." He was cut short by another shot hitting him, this time on his chest. He breathed his last breath, with Tyrus clutching him in his arms. He shot at the gunmen with new fury, killing three of them and knocking the remaining off of their perches. The few remaining 'PDF' troops, that Tyrus now realised were Imperial troopers clapped and thanked him, but Tyrus wasn't focused. He had heard a loud roar, followed by the image of a huge Rebel cruiser, headed right towards the middle class areas of the city. Tyrus' heart just stopped. In a few quick seconds, his entire neighborhood had disappeared. Before, he'd never seen heath. In one day, in just a few hours, he'd lost his friend and colleague Kelj Varn, his father who he had a mere few minutes to catch up on a lifetime with, all of his family, friends, his wife and three children gone. Forever. And it was the Rebel's fault. Yes, he may hate the Empire for ruling without even telling the inhabitants of Aaeton, but he hated the Rebels like nothing else. Their excuse was that they were 'freeing' the people of Aaeton. Freeing them by devastating everything they held dear. He would never forget this. Never. He would join the Empire to crush those terrorists. He would never forgive... Just to say that I apologise for the first picture, I had planned to rebuild it, but as you can tell, I'm running pretty low on time... EDIT: Just realise I'm taking on BEAVeR for longest stories! Edited January 4, 2015 by Lord Tyrus Quote
Kodan Black Posted January 4, 2015 Posted January 4, 2015 I like both builds, the first one seems really appropriate for this challenge to me. The second build is good, but I do wish there was a bit more separation to better achieve the depth of field of the scene. A very compelling story too. My one critique would be that based on the size of the cruiser the buildings seem somewhat undersized. Quote
markus1984 Posted January 5, 2015 Posted January 5, 2015 Wow, This looks fantastic! Both MOC`s are build with an great technique and with many nice details! markus Quote
MKJoshA Posted January 7, 2015 Posted January 7, 2015 Oh wow! This story is incredible! Do you ever have plans on building scenes showing some more of this story? Great work! Quote
Lord Tyrus Posted January 8, 2015 Author Posted January 8, 2015 Yes, yes I do! I regret not starting out with saying how I joined the Empire when I first started SoNE, so I'll be making up for that soon in freebuilds. Quote
Jacob Nion Posted January 11, 2015 Posted January 11, 2015 Great entry. The imperial office is excellent and I like the forced perspective of the second build. Quote
Lord Tyrus Posted January 12, 2015 Author Posted January 12, 2015 Great entry. The imperial office is excellent and I like the forced perspective of the second build. Thanks, it would have looked better if I'd have had time to redo the pictures. Quote
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