Fiction:New Cyrandia Wars/Year One/The Cyrandi Rebellion

"You'll never know about their whereabouts, their technology - and their smartness. In case of crisis, run."

- Unknown rebel leader

In the awake of the still-ongoing war against the Imperial State. Tension raise as rebels gang up to create a rebellion to overthrow the de-facto government control over the formerly State worlds conquered by the Confederation. The tension flows in as more protests grow in the awake. But soon the tension overflows the tolerance, armed manslaughter prowls the rebellious worlds in the awake of raising, but yet brave rebellions become armed and tactical.

Introduction
  

The pain in the lungs was unbearable. The throat was drier than Vasuband's deserts, not to mention how it strangles the breathes within the swollen tissue. The mouth was filled with a distinctive taste of blood, vapor and exhaustion. The dehydrating breeze smothered the mouth and tongue. Water went in every direction at every step that counted. Large and towering silhouettes swayed past her. She has seen worse during her visit in Tau. But this was a lot worse. Too much for her to handle. Soon stepped on top large pieces of debris from the fallen buildings. Which once were glorious skyscrapers, blazing by the fine arts of Cyrannian engineering. Until this war happened. Now it's torn down to pieces, ruins and debris scattered across the whole neighborhood. Rough coffins for those who once had proud jobs and lives they loved. Now buried under astonishing pressure. But it wasn't the worst. None was going to help, until those taller raptor-insecticide from the distant galaxy so called 'Andromeda' has done with the issues. Avoiding the sharp debris peeking out, waiting to cut, impale and gib lost victims. She reaches the top of the makeshift hill made of fallen skyscrapers. She peeks over the other side. Scrap and pieces of waste o'war were scattered across the plaza downhill. But in delight, she finds a hollow canal of typical water-resistant metal. It was drained out as since the war fell down on her and her peoples' precious homeplanet. In awake of the delight, she knew that her rebellion group had a hideout ever since the water stopped flowing into the neighborhood.

A high-pitched sound cut through her ears, an astonishing agony stroked her right head temple. A white beam flashed past her eyes and hit a war-adorning chuck of metal debris larger than her head. The beam obliterated it as it was vaporized in a concrete explosion. The cut stung with a great pain and she tried to suppress the pain by squeezing her right palm to it. But it recoiled by the enormous heat oozing around the cut. The sound and the explosion stilled ringed in her ears, until a point she could feel a sizzling noise at her right side. Turned around to see where it came from- shit, THEM. Three tall figures discerned from the flooded ground. They all wore silver clothing which reminds of heavy armor, probably heavier than those Imperial marines use. Two were closing towards to her in a speed faster than anything she could imagine for biological lifeforms. The third had taken a high ground by standing on an overpass those height was almost parallel to the debris hill. The alien lowered a long piped rifle those muzzle and exhausts on sides of the flat pipe still smoked. She felt nauseous as she glare meet its' helmet. It wasn't the helmet which made her nauseous, its'- something not normal, like their gaze still meet each other regardless elsewhere she looked. Noticing that the two figured have reached at the foot of the hill. She tried in haste to climb over to the other side. Pushed away by another explosion hitting the tip. Which sent her sliding and rolling downhill to the plaza.

Coughing, she regains her foothold and swings herself forward across the plaza. With the cut still sizzling. The impression of the heartbeats pulsing through the pain. Bruises slowly fading in across her torso and arms. She aims for the halting handrail on the other side.