Darkest Hour

[Othman]

"Memoirs of a Lane Hacker officer"

Vlad Tomazsk
Jail Notes
6 months before the infestation,

The gloomy atmosphere of the entrance hall was nothing more than an intensely cold welcome for the slaves and passangers after reaching the dynamic hydro-carbon coated barriers which obviously seemed to lead them to their last darkest destination. I was supposed to be a passanger, yet my companions knew very well that I was brought here in false pretences subject to severe interrogation and detention. The unfriendly lightining rods were dim as much as possible and very few were able to stare at what the guards were doing or talking about. Edges of the dark floor were deliberately slippery because of the released grease of lime slaker machines. The crawling crew seemed like a horrible siluette to my eyes just before turning the corner path of tarnished chain rods. While accessing the 13 th chamber, one of the passangers stumbled and heavily fell on an other passanger who was hopelessly trying to find his own path. The others behaving as they were completely unaware of what had just happened, continued their march indifferently and hastily with an ineffable anxiety. However, it did not take quite long for the anxiety blend with fear when the first row encountered a bold red light in the end of a tunnel leading to dark, mouldy cell walls with their utmost manifestation. It seemed where these unfortunate people were being dragged to was of no good...

In fact, Mactan had never been this much quiet for the entire last two decades and had it not been even a subject to be mentioned or talked about. The reason, rumours were already spreading around that some fierce and unfortunately underestimated squabbles had taken place within the recent grief tragedy that a dagger wing involved in by bizarrely being reported to go missing in midst engagement against a coalition squad, was actually the unsymphatic manner assumed towards the colony reporters, those who were digging any pinch of evidence for getting to the light out of a blurry chaos, by the organization members and some other higher ranked comrades. One of the most mentioned chaps, who is still predicted to be a secret operative only known with his code name the Blind had been recently touted to be acting against his own kind by involving in the part-time activities of an unknown research and development project. The only thing people knew about it was that he had summoned some of his old friends to propose an unknown trial package to the GMG in order to keep them at bay and provide their technological help.

Mactan Headquarters

With a loud and resolute voice, Commander Pashinin began his speech, knowing that all eyes stare at him with the utmost curiosity that a man could hold..

- Comrades, we are here to discuss the latest phase of our agenda. Lets keep it brief.

(an annihilating silence overwhelmed the previous atmosphere of the assembly hall while Pashinin gulped down to go on dropping the words of unfortunate facts)

- We do have a serious setback to comment and inspect about. The unknown project needs to be taken serious. Otherwise, any types of casualities would be obscure and possible.

(being recently graduated from the academy officer Boltzman forgot his role and interrupted the speech with great zeal in order to back the commander in his belief)

- We never felt ourselves inclined to take of em lightly. The flawed generations have already proved to make the worst mistakes by underestimating hostile plans and leaving us no credits in the way of facilitating our operations.

(commander was amused to be interrupted, yet he grinned because of the desire a new officer held, and he went on concealing his amusement)

- It is clearly understood officer, as far as I hope our fellow technicians and operatives will not fail but succeed in their mission to protect the Hacker presence. However, things are grim at the moment. Our plans have been undermined by our own kind and now we are facing the worst risk that is treason. Any traitor shall be subject to rapid execution without any questioning for ensuring those who think they could mock us and evade our wrath !!

(Pashinins mood was growing worse, since his face was red of undescribeable fury. After taking a short breath, he went on..)

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.