"Red leader checking in."
Eight Last Stand Protectorate Dispatcher Jetfighters crested the windswept eastern mountains trailing a low trail of light white smoke.
"Teal reporting in."
Another squadron of eight approached the valley from the south mountain. Flying low, so low as to nearly collide with a small wooden house built on the edge of the Cultivation lands.
"Emerald reporting in as well."
The final squadron appeared, flying low over the Iranda Sea, approaching the ravaged city from the west. The green of the jets, melding with the natural blue-green of the ocean.
All together, the force numbered just 34 LSN Protectorate Dispatcher-Jets. Enough to protect against raiders and the like. But in this case. They were So out gunned it wasn't funny.
The LSN Protectorate. Or just Protectorate, is a sub operation within the LSN. They take care of individual worlds, and are often staffed entirely by members of the very populace they protect.
The four squads began to circle the vast city clockwise. Giving the traitorous LSN a wide berth.
As the squads slowly grouped into a larger formation, a sombre low gravely voice perked up.
"Life. This place is a mess... what the mania did they do?"
A clean shaven voice, with the hope of youth still clinging to its soft tones replied.
"I... I... I don't know Red."
With a deep sigh, the disciplined voiced of Emerald began to speak.
"The LSN battleships decimated the city, and by the looks of it, they napalmed the surrounding fields. Either that or the fires of the city spread to them."
"Emerald. Everyone. Silence." Lennard interjected.
Unanimously the other three squad leaders fell silent.
"Today men and women, we're fighting our own bloody team. But I'll be damned if we're going to let those little burgies get away with this..."
"Then what's the plan Gold Bossman?"
"Well Red... If command gives us the go ahead, were going to blow the brains out of these fools."
"SIR. My word, you know that's suicide."
"I know Teal. But it's between that, or ... well, if they're here to purge ... nothing."
"They'll eradicate the whole system after this..."
"Indeed Em. If they don't have fleets purging the others already."
"Good creator... but... what could we have done? What's going on that would make the LSN purge this place?"
"Teal. We don't even know if that's the reason. Yet. Let's just stay calm and wait for command like Yellow said."
"Try to keep my guns calm. They're rearing for justice."
"Oi. Red. If you even THINK about shooting at those ships, half your jet will go up in smoke. "
In a manner that only Red could pull off, he pulled his jet into a barrel roll
that went straight over Emerald's jet, "Haha. They can just try and get a shot off!"
YOU ARE READING
World In Turmoil
Science FictionAmongst the empires of the galaxy. Between the factions and the territories. On a rustic world left to itself. A young man had heros once... They were a force sworn to protect. They were a navy of saviours. In a time of need. ...
