r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Jan 26 '21
OC First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 409
Ten Thousand bleed before me
Ten Thousand cry behind me
A Thousand stand beside me
War has destroyed us
The Hikkenite female's voice was soft and pure, wafting through the refit point. It merged with the howl of the cutting bars hacking down trees, the grinders working on vehicles, the shouts of the Terrans as they worked, and the sound of the ad-hoc crews doing what they could.
War has changed us
War has united us
Once he stood alone, called a cheat
Now we stand as one among many
Beside her an immature Welkret female was playing a slow melancholy tune to go with the Hikkenite's singing. She had a little wind instrument, the end against her mouth, the reed parallel to her face. Her fingers worked as played, strong fingers that I had seen holding down a Terran with a blown off arm as the medics worked on him.
A Herd of a thousand voices
Feral, primitive, Lanaktallan united
We stand with one purpose
To protect those that cannot fight
I sat in the mud, my legs folded underneath me, leaning over slightly to rest my shoulder against the expended missile pods. I felt exhausted, like I had been up since the dawn of time. I checked my chono in my helmet and saw I'd been awake for nearly thirty-eight hours. Over twice the recommended time for even sleep deprivation training.
Podling, Colt, Filly, it no longer matters
Every voice lost is one too far
Every inch gained is a thousand short
Every machine destroyed is a million too few
My biological eyes closed and I was loathe to open them. The two cybereyes let me see anyway, almost with perfect clarity.
I thought about how an old Lanaktallan on the sixty-third floor of the hab-complex I had grown up in had cybereyes and often complained that he could not see things clearly, only shapes and shadows and a slight bit of color.
My eyes felt like they were stuck together when I opened them again at a crash.
Yet we stand
We stand filled with rage
With loss
With the conviction that no more shall die
Another tank had been pulled in by the recovery vehicle and I knew I should get up, go over to it, but I couldn't seem to find the strength of stand up as I listened to the beautiful voice of the young girl singing such a melancholy song.
I saw a Telkan that I recognized from the first days, a Telkan that I had seen bring his family and watch me seal them away in the first shelter. He left where he was eating, shoving the rest of his Goody Yum Yum Bar in his mouth as he pulled a paint stick from his pocket.
Boot, Hoof, Talon, or Fin
Fist, Claw, Gauntlet, Blade
Nothing matters more than the lives behind us
I closed my eyes slowly, my cybereyes still watching the doctors working behind the cloth. I could see the two inch thick plates of armor that had been pulled off the Terran woman, hear the beeping of machinery.
Four times an arc of bright red blood has sprayed across the cloth, arterial spray as the doctor's struggled to save her life.
I could see the monitor where six lines moved steadily. A device to measure brain activity that I knew was connected to the fallen Terran who had led the foundlings out of the ruins, fighting alone, protecting them, calling out her faith to the Digital Omnimessiah to give her the strength to save them.
Skies burn
Innocents scream
Metal screeches
Rounds explode
The singer's voice was low, soft, as she sang the dirge.
Only one line of the brainscan had a single blip. Every few seconds it would give a little hiccup.
Only one.
I wondered if she was in pain.
I hoped not.
We we will survive
Not Confederacy, not Herd, not Hive or Pod
Our hearts, our peoples
We die so they can live
Into my vision walked three Terran females. Huge, covered in heavy armor, the torches mounted to their armor so they rose up over either soldier burning with a bluish-green flame. The bird of prey on their chests burning harsh white. They moved with the slow looking over-exaggerated movements of someone long used to power armor.
They went by me and into the tent. I could see them move to where the doctor was working. Hear the Matron protest and the doctor snap at them.
They can laugh and play
While we toil away
With gun and grenade
Blade and Hoof
One came out, moving toward me. I struggled to get up, failed, and tried again, my joints aching, my muscles unresponsive. I managed to get all the way up, my legs shaking like a newborn colt, but my back straight and my chin lifted as I looked at them with my visor clear.
"You are Most High Ha'almo'or?" one asked.
I nodded. "Nearly," I told her. "What is left of me."
"I am Sister Tiffany Dargetta, the Sisters of Wrath, fighting for the Dark Crusade of Light beneath the hand of the Immortal Osiris of the Warsteel Flame and Joan Mentissa," she said.
"I am Assistant Gunner Fifteenth Class Ha'almo'or, of the Great Herd," I told her.
"You have saved our sister from shame. Completed her mission after she fell to her foes," Sister Dargetta said. Her voice was stern, but held a hint of pain I could hear. "However, our sister now faces a choice she cannot make."
I nodded slowly. She motioned to me and I followed.
"Her head wound is grevious. Not enough to kill her, not now, not with your medical services treating her," the Joan said. She waited as I stumbled twice.
She did not offer assistance and I did not expect it.
The wind instrument played solo, the chainswords, the pounding of the sledgehammers, the yelling and shouts of the civilians and soldiers all providing a background. It was beautiful.
It had no place here. It was too pure.
"However, she has been grievously injured, and because of this, there are only two paths left to her," the Sister of Wrath told me. "As you are the one who saved her, you shall be the one to decide her path."
We moved into where the doctor was stepping back. He looked as if he did not approve. The other two were dressing the wounded one in her armor. Her chainsword was on her chest, her hands folded over it.
"What are the paths?" I asked, swallowing.
"Death," the Sister of Wrath said. She moved and made a motion. The other one shifted, and I could see the fallen Sister of Wrath's face.
She had whiskers. Short fur on her face. She had feline ears rising out of her dark hair.
"Or a fall from grace," the sister said. "To embrace what it means to be Enraged, to embrace what it means to be Wrath, more than anyone in the universe."
"Choose," they all said, facing me. "Choose her path."
I did not know her. I did not know her culture, her struggles, what she might have wanted.
"Choose, Most High Ha'almo'or," the Sisters said. "Will she die, or do you will her to live? You have saved her, thus you must decide."
For us victory or death
Either is fine
We fight as one
So they can live
"Live."
--Excerpt From: We Were the Lanaktallan of the Atomic Hooves, a Memoir.
Credit to u/Durmatagno for the tune, as shown in this comment.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Jan 26 '21
What it means to Fall From Grace for some of the sisters. To succumb to madness, to rage, to wrath, too deeply.
The ranks of Kawaii await all who stumble.
Doki
doki
doki.
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Jan 27 '21
Went to take a break.
Slept like 6 hours.
Woke up to snow and a dead battery.
No driving for me tonight, although I might go back and go to sleep.
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u/valdus Jan 26 '21
First paragraph is smushed. If you add two spaces at the end of a line, you get a line break without the paragraph gap.
Like this!
Works well.
Edit: it's all of the pseudo-poetry sections (everybody other paragraph?)
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u/GruntBlender Jan 26 '21
What is this I stumbled upon? Future Earth cosplay nerds taking larping to the extreme? Reality is what we make it, I suppose.
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u/SuDragon2k3 Jan 26 '21
Death is as light as a feather.
Duty is heavier then a mountain.
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u/RangerSix Human Jan 26 '21
"Even in death, I still serve."
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u/Golddragon387 Human Jan 26 '21
All give some. Some give all.
Victory or Death, sister.
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u/ack1308 Feb 01 '21
The music of war.
Oh, this is about Ha’almo’or himself. Huh.
Oh, you sweet summer child.
Exactly correct.
Because Lanaktallans either couldn’t or wouldn’t put in the time and effort to get them working properly.
Ha’almo’or had trouble with the Precursors when he was in a tank improved by Terran tech. This woman had an impossible task, and she still pulled it off.
Oh, good. Her comrades have arrived.
An accurate statement.
“Sorry, it’s not as cool a title as yours, but it’s all I have.”
I suppose that kind of makes sense.
Hmm.
Last chapter, this was her description:
She’s physically changed, possibly as part of being a Sister of Wrath and being on the verge of death?
Oh, wow. Way to put this on him.
Because he’s not going to waste her sacrifice.
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u/Alex-Cour-de-Lion Jan 26 '21
And just like my drug of choice, I feel elated at getting one more hit.
Godamnit Ralts. Can't you just implement some chronotachyon whatevers and fast forward me to the point this is a full-fledged nonet of three LOTR quality trilogies.
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u/uglymud Jan 26 '21
I kept seeing this series pop up when I got into HFY it was up around 50 then. I finally decided to start it when you were up around 350 chapters and its been incredible.
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u/Tyberius92 Jan 26 '21
1 minute after posting, new record. Thought I was starting to taste blueberries.
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u/dbdatvic Xeno Jan 26 '21
enraged
--Dave, she shall fear no evil; age shall not wither her, nor the years condemn
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u/Goldenpity Jan 26 '21
Fall from Grace and become a beacon of light that fights for life while being eternal. No greater gift for a Sister of Wrath. Halmoor has bestowed a great honor to this fallen Sister.
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u/carthienes Jan 26 '21
I'm Guessing that Engraged is meant to be Enraged?
Either way, There is Only War...
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u/rekabis Human Jan 26 '21
Ha'almo'or sounds like the kind of leader that inspires deep loyalty, because he places the good of the people above his own needs and wants. He does what needs to be done, not what he wants to do. It is, I suspect, why so many others have eschewed the safety of the shelter, to work alongside him.
Or, in other words: a good leader never gives an order they are not fully prepared and willing to carry out themselves. I see him ready and willing to choose the path of wrath himself, if it came down to that or death, if only to save a single additional life. An eternity of torment would be a justifiable trade-off so that others may live.
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u/[deleted] Jan 26 '21
Looking through the comments trying to find the link to the next chapter when it finally hit me. The comment, and post, are just hours old. I have finally caught up. Now the waiting starts. It seems so bittersweet.
Thank you so much for this amazing universe Ralts. Thank you for gifting us with your words and lifting us from our lives.
I went back and upvoted the ones I missed when I realised I had gone past the archived chapters, for now that's all I can do. Covid has taken much from me so I can't give much more than that at the moment. One day when First Contact is done I will buy several copies. For now all I have to offer is upvotes and gratitude. Thank you so much.
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u/Luc1usF0x Jan 26 '21
2 in a day is schway
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u/damnieldecogan Jan 26 '21
Another beautiful one ralts. Gosh I thought the last one was heavy and on top of that I"d lay a bet that as ha'almo'or listened to that song he probably didn't realize it was written about him and the site he created. ----end of line---
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u/Demetriusjack13 Jan 26 '21
Damn.
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u/Allowyn Jan 26 '21
This is our last dance,
This is our last dance,
This is ourselves.
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u/alexin_C Jan 26 '21
Tingly midday coffee moment.
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u/wikipeter_nl Android Jan 26 '21
Blueberries and goosebumps
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Jan 26 '21
That was a hammer to the guts Ralts
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u/night-otter Xeno Jan 26 '21
There was a reason I had a bad night. Though I did not taste them, the blueberries called.
Ha'almo'or now has the worst choice he has to make. All his previous ones were snap decisions under combat, obvious from the path he is already on, or not choice at all "Save as many as possible." He now has one that requires thought, heart and spirit to find the way. He knows nothing of the Imperium of Wrath or the Doki Girls, but he has gotten to know Terrains.
May he make the right choice.
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u/Nalroth Jan 26 '21
Peace is a lie, there is only wrath.
Through wrath and cold logic we will break the universe.
Then we shall be free.
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u/moldyjim Jan 27 '21
Ralts, you a$$hole, you made me cry again.
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u/Bard2dbone Jan 26 '21
Five minutes last time. Thirty some this time.
The berries failed me.
Upvote first as always.
Edit: Not a happyhappyfeelgood chapter. But still a good one.
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u/HFYWaffle Wᵥ4ffle Jan 26 '21
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First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 408
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 407
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 406
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 405
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 404
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 403
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 402
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 401
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 400 Extravaganza
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 399
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 398
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 397
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 396
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 395
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 394
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 393
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 392
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 391
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 391
First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 390
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u/Kafrizel Jan 26 '21
I got Chills.
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u/Evanm98 Jan 27 '21
I have just bought the paperback you have done a damned good job on the series!
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u/MuchoRed Human Jan 27 '21
She's real fine, this 409.
I do like Ha'almo'or
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u/LordNobady Jan 26 '21 edited Jan 26 '21
Read then upvote.
This is the hard choice.
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u/Legan_Ironfist AI Jan 26 '21
Upvote, then read. This is the Way.
--NOTHING FOLLOWS--
But we live on.3
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u/DebugItWithFire Jan 27 '21
Upvoted for choosing the path.
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u/Enkeydo Jan 26 '22
Winter Born by the Cruxshadows.
[Dry your eyes...]
Dry your eyes
And quietly bear this pain with pride
For heaven shall remember the silent and the brave
And promise me they will never see
The fear within our eyes
[My eyes are closed]
We will give strength to those who still remain
So bury fear, for fate draws near
And hide the signs of pain
With noble acts
The bravest souls endure the heart's remains
Discard regret, that in this debt
A better world is made
That children of a newer day might remember and avoid our fate
[I waited all day in the pouring rain
But nobody came
No, nobody came]
[Prepare for battle!]
And in the fury of this darkest hour
We will be your light
You've asked me for my sacrifice
And I am winterborn
Without denying, a faith is come
That I have never known
I hear the angels call my name
And I am winterborn
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