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Just some random snippets of writing I'm doing. It doesn't really have anything specific, so I'm just plunking them all in one spot
The first of many:
The first of many:
Tyrog had never planned on failure.
Yet, as he gazed upon his homeworld, he saw only that.
His beloved homeworld was burning. Lead, silver, plasma, and lasers flung from one side, and his people returned with what meager volume of bone spikes, acid and miniature beasts they could still fire before they, too, fell to the superior firepower.
Dragon, a general that had distinguished himself in the many successful campaigns when the war had started, was keeping Tyrog company as he watched his world burn, break and ultimately topple to ruin.
"What do I have now, General?"
"Pardon, Emperor?" Dragon asked, bowing his head respectfully as the last of the Tyrogians troops rallied a last stand at Tyrog's Palace.
"I had an empire. I built my entire life on that empire. I never sired an heir. I never gained true love. I never did anything meaningful, but to fight our enemies. Enemies that enticed me to make my empire, to begin with."
Tyrog turned to his only company as artillery shells blasted holes in his ranks. They wouldn't shoot the big guns in the palace. They wanted Tyrog alive. To prove that even he was mortal. That he would eventually face a "fair" trial in the hands of the Unifiers and would be made an example of.
"You have... Me." General Dragon stated. The hulking mass of muscle wrapped around impenetrable green scales. His red eyes gleaming in the Tyrogian Empire's last sunset shining through the reinforced windows.
Tyrog gave a slow nod "What a terrible fate, to die alone. At least I'm spared of that. "
Dragon gave a silent nod
"Maybe it's a good thing Elizabeth left me. Now she wouldn't die with me. She has a son now, according to my intelligence. Something to distract her from the long years of immortality.
Another silent nod from the larger creature.
A cheer rang up from the palace's gates.
The last loyalist Tyrogian force was eliminated.
Dragon stood ready to fight, to die as the troops levelled their rifles at his Emperor. Tyrog silenced such thoughts by putting his hand on the general's shoulder.
"No. There has been enough death today. We surrender."
Dragon didn't argue. He looked rather relieved, in fact.
A deep breath came from Tyrog, then he slowly exhaled.
Captian Ian Briggs blinked in surprise as two huge figures strode out the Palace's front door. One was Emperor Tyrog: An eight foot ant creature with deep, bioluminescent blue eyes. The next was an even bigger creature: Twelve foot of muscle and reptile scales. It looked like a dragon.
"I am Emperor Tyrog." Ian's target stated "I witnessed the rise and fall of my empire, and I am tired. I offer no resistance with my surrender. You took everything from me. What else is there for me to fight for?"
Yet, as he gazed upon his homeworld, he saw only that.
His beloved homeworld was burning. Lead, silver, plasma, and lasers flung from one side, and his people returned with what meager volume of bone spikes, acid and miniature beasts they could still fire before they, too, fell to the superior firepower.
Dragon, a general that had distinguished himself in the many successful campaigns when the war had started, was keeping Tyrog company as he watched his world burn, break and ultimately topple to ruin.
"What do I have now, General?"
"Pardon, Emperor?" Dragon asked, bowing his head respectfully as the last of the Tyrogians troops rallied a last stand at Tyrog's Palace.
"I had an empire. I built my entire life on that empire. I never sired an heir. I never gained true love. I never did anything meaningful, but to fight our enemies. Enemies that enticed me to make my empire, to begin with."
Tyrog turned to his only company as artillery shells blasted holes in his ranks. They wouldn't shoot the big guns in the palace. They wanted Tyrog alive. To prove that even he was mortal. That he would eventually face a "fair" trial in the hands of the Unifiers and would be made an example of.
"You have... Me." General Dragon stated. The hulking mass of muscle wrapped around impenetrable green scales. His red eyes gleaming in the Tyrogian Empire's last sunset shining through the reinforced windows.
Tyrog gave a slow nod "What a terrible fate, to die alone. At least I'm spared of that. "
Dragon gave a silent nod
"Maybe it's a good thing Elizabeth left me. Now she wouldn't die with me. She has a son now, according to my intelligence. Something to distract her from the long years of immortality.
Another silent nod from the larger creature.
A cheer rang up from the palace's gates.
The last loyalist Tyrogian force was eliminated.
Dragon stood ready to fight, to die as the troops levelled their rifles at his Emperor. Tyrog silenced such thoughts by putting his hand on the general's shoulder.
"No. There has been enough death today. We surrender."
Dragon didn't argue. He looked rather relieved, in fact.
A deep breath came from Tyrog, then he slowly exhaled.
* * *
Captian Ian Briggs blinked in surprise as two huge figures strode out the Palace's front door. One was Emperor Tyrog: An eight foot ant creature with deep, bioluminescent blue eyes. The next was an even bigger creature: Twelve foot of muscle and reptile scales. It looked like a dragon.
"I am Emperor Tyrog." Ian's target stated "I witnessed the rise and fall of my empire, and I am tired. I offer no resistance with my surrender. You took everything from me. What else is there for me to fight for?"