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Diary of a Dewiek Alpha

Diary of a Dewiek Alpha

I taste blood in my mouth and combined with the strong feelings of my pack are enough to fuel my rage. The floor is now slick, not just with my blood I am pleased to note. My opponent has taken a step back and is hunched. He is not letting me up, no, he is also badly winded and a rent above his eye is causing a fold of skin to droop, giving him poor field of vision down one side. This was a gift from the last of my proxies – now dead. He was my best friend and had served me loyally for years.

I lunge forward but at the last instant roll to his blinded side though take a slash down the leg. The pain is intense and I feel the backlash from the pack as they too suffer the effects – relish it even. He turns to face, though I anticipate and carry on the roll, coming to my feet and still largely in beyond his field of vision. I slash twice, though this is incidental as my fangs sink deep into his neck and I immediately bite down choking him and swallowing back blood.


I have misjudged. The surprise is as much a shock to the pack as to me. Somehow he faked his weariness, offered his blindside and drew me in. His fist digs deep into my stomach, slashing muscle and tendons while he pivots, using his superior bulk to slam me into the ground. It is at this point I feel the pack withdrawing, the bond weakening as it becomes obvious to all that they have a new alpha. The pain of losing the pack is both deeper and longer lasting than any of the blows delivered in the fight.

Glassin could have ripped out my heart and feasted on it. He should have as I was unwilling to submit to being subordinate. Maybe it was his underhand tactic or maybe I have been hanging around humans too long. Either way I reject the call of the Nation until I have had my revenge

Recovery from the injuries and finding a ship with crew on Janth have kept me planet bound for longer than I have ever known. I have found a few willing to be my new pack. Back as captain on Darkbreath I would not have tolerated them, though I find that I cannot be choosy. Some are experienced and all have a great many scars, though I note that many are in the back or likely suffered in a submissive position.

It proves to be more than three years before I encounter Glassin again. During this time I have gained something of a reputation as a reiver, hitting the trade trails. While I prefer to strike against human ships, I will take the occasional Nation vessel. The boarding is always up close and personal even if no more challenging. The pack has grown both in experience and I have personally disembowelled five of them, three in the first year, the last, more than six months ago. They have finally accepted me as alpha. The crew complement also includes a few humans recruited on one of the fragmented ring sections where the Nation patrols very little.

I heard that the Blackbreath, still commanded by Glassin has been spotted in the system. This gives me that strong memory of his blood and I start to salivate in anticipation. The pack picks up on my emotions and I am able to drive them much harder than I have previously though the humans seem somewhat puzzled at the noticeable change in temperament amongst the pack.

At the last moment the pack dons their helmets, long after the humans and other aliens have fully sealed. This cuts of the bond, producing a hollow feeling at the back of the head and a palpable chill, smothering most of the rage.
It is a matter of pride that I lead the boarding against the Blackbreath – not for me the over viewing of the action from the bridge.

We quickly cross the gap and as we do I see the massive tears in my ship caused by the broadsides of Darkbreath. We hit the main cargo doors and a few lesser airlocks together, firing detonation charges when we are within a few metres. The defenders attempt to repel, firing through murder-holes surrounding the main hatch.
Sufficient entry points are made across the cargo bays that we are able to gain access, though the price is high. I leap over the bodies of three my pack that have died taking fire that would have ended me. I will mourn them later, for now revenge is on my mind. To this end, I make an open broadcast demanding Glassin face me. This also gives the defenders reason to pause. My presence has shaken them and helmeted they cannot gain strength from the rest of the pack. A few actually draw back into cover. Not retreating, but also not pressing us, simply waiting either for new orders or a change in the situation.

It does not take long for Glassin to arrive, bringing with him his veterans. Their arrival is like a tsunami crashing into our forces and ripping through them. That’s when I leap from the side, grappling Glassin, spinning him and slashing with my suit talons. They tear into his exo-armour and leave rents and even cut through in places as I see sealant bubbling out as we slide across the decking. His blaster has been knocked from his hands and though still attached by lanyard, he seems disinclined to use it, instead activating his own suit talons. We are again on our feet and charge, raking and clawing with brutality and no little skill. I quickly learn that he is slower, or at least I am faster, though this time I know it may be a trick and I keep slashing and clawing rather than going for the kill. Maybe he realises this as his frustration is clearly rising at the quantity of slashes that now cover his suit. His visor is also cracked in a few places. In desperation he grabs his blaster that by now has been auto-reeled back to his arm and mag-locked.



That’s when he goes down in a hail of fire. His pack, content to let us fight it out claw on claw do not tolerate him using ranged weapons. All I cam think was that even though he is alpha, he had not properly bonded with the pack. Maybe the edge he got in personal combat from keeping himself aloof meant that the pack were not as willing to die for him. My arrival and challenge made them realise what they were missing. I am angry that I didn’t tear his heart from his chest and consider charging the ones that have gunned him down. That’s when I see him move. They have not killed him, rather they have destroyed his gun and staggered him.

I also note that pressure has returned to the bay as blood is flowing freely from a number of gashes in both our suits but not boiling. This is confirmed by an icon on my suit visor. I rip my helmet off and immediately feel my pack but also the slight tendrils of the old one as they recognise me and instinctively start to bond. I snarl and let out howl of triumph.

Glassin is not finished yet as we grapple, slash and bite.

Around us, the fight is quickly over and the pack – old and new gather to watch the outcome though few are in any doubt as to how it will end as both our suits are liberally covered in his blood. Finally I sink by fangs into Glassin’s throat, this time there is no trick and I feel his vertebrae crunch. I give a little, avoiding the bones and fully bite down while pulling away. I spit the bloody gobbet of flesh and again howl my triumph over his corpse. This is taken up throughout the ship - acknowledgement that the new captain is on board.



 
News
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Hoedown in Graydown ***

Wimbles in the Graydown system have come under repeated attacks by mercenaries. The Wimbles having already lost two outposts have had their ships come under attack by boarders. The Wimbles are pointing a hairy finger at the GTT whilst the DEN are itching to get their paws in.

Pleasantly rotund Wolf Lord Lyceum reported the destruction of one mercenary ship, a Corsair class explorer called "Eye of the Chosen" which had earlier dropped off ground forces flying the banner of "God Hates Wimbles.” Which God and why he or she hates Wimbles has yet to be revealed. We suspect its corporation-loving Mammon.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Sargasso Update * Wakerians * Naplian Liberation Front * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Breaking News: Caliph Samuel Assassinated ***

The nominal head of the Caliphate, Samuel has been murdered in broad daylight at the starbase CAL Sidon in the Fortress system. The allegedly mad zealot was on his way to meet representatives of various civilian factions when a shadowy figure *cough*CIA agent*cough* shot him dead.

The CIA issued the following statement to the SSS with a customary nudge and a wink: "In these difficult times, as we come to terms with the loss of Samuel, we are taking things one day at a time.

"Samuel was not only our Caliph, but our leader during the Second Civil War which laid the foundations for the Confederacy after he left the Human Empire and settled in the Darkfold. It is truly a sad day and one that will be marked in history as one of many great leaders who were cut down in their prime.

"We will strive now to look to the future, whilst remembering our past”

Speculation is rife that this is the first step towards a unification of the two-halves of the Stellar Empire. Others are more hopeful this is a return to the Confederacy or the mark of greater separation with the Imperial bloc. Time will tell what nebulous motives the shadowy puppet-master Laton turned out to have had and which alien faction will be blamed for the Caliph’s murder.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * HEX / FET Invade Sargasso * Magnus v Nevets Fight! * Dewiek Black Hole Disaster * FLZ Correction * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** STOP PRESS: Felini Victory ***

In an unexpected development, the FEL have scored a decisive victory against the FLZ. Destroying or maiming some 20 Flagritz Baseships in the Onwards system.

What is more remarkable than the victory was there was no subsequent comment by Crazy Uncle Flagritz. We might need to have a lie down now.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN and FEL * Valhalla Fighting Pits * RIP smacked * &etc


 
***** Christmas Special Edition *****

*** Ho Ho Ho ***

Welcome to the SSS Christmas Special Edition! We the Editors have put together a nostalgic pudding treat intended to delight and tickle even the scroogiest megacorp executive. So gather your cubs, squidlets and larvae for some silliness and song. Time to catch up with some classics from years gone by, raise your glasses and drink your gluttony and shame away!

Wishing you all a merry Christmas free from Krampus Jones's invading armies!

The Editors


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Claws Out in Valhalla ***

In a bold rebuke of Crazy Uncle Flagritz’s attacks in the Avalon system, the cunning Felini Nevets ordered a hit on a FLZ outpost in the Valhalla system. Claiming miscommunication with his warships, the mischevious Avatar cocked a snook at the washed-out Dewiek warrior in charge of the system whilst claiming an important victory in the often one-sided conflict against the FLZ.

This isn’t the first time the foxy Feline has masked daring-do in the shroud of incompetence. It remains to be seen whether this turns out as disastrously as the time when the FEL had to pay the costs of a war started by Prince-turned-meklan LiQuan.

Meower-in-chief Chamiah apologised for the incident in a public address laced with snickering subtext and unconcealed laughter when she got to the bit about the unfortunate loss of “5 FLZ Warships in Onwards.”

A second incident in Valhalla was reported the next day with mardy Magnus complaining he wasn’t getting his claws in on the action. Could this be the pithy ploy that puts the cat on the mat?

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Merc-y Wimbles * Valhalla Fighting Pits Get Weird * Profile of Lyceum Amaguk * &etc


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Nun on the Run ***

Alleged cosplayer Carmilla D’Morenta got the vicars in the Brotherhood all hot and bothered when she made a run for it. Possibly tired of being tied up by the reverends and denied the love that dare not howl its name. With a sizeable, almost unbelievable, bounty on her head, the barking sister took refuge with the Dewiek Elder Nation.

In possibly the shortest chase in history, the BHD managed to strike a blow for oppressed collars everywhere when they squared off with the naughty doggy-wannabe at the Valhalla stargate. The cheeky chaplains blew their hyperdrive at close range and both the BHD and DEN flagged ships were reported to be lost in space.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN Ban BHD * Ulian * FLZ in Avalon * Valhalla Fighting Pits * Interview with Carmilla * And more


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****


*** Message From The New Editors ***

Dear Reader,

It has been a long time since we had the exquisite joy of Sub Space Static beaming mind-altering information into our retinas. Like you, we craved word from the offices of the IGN when the next edition would hit our Nexus terminals. We waited and waited. Then we got curious.

We fundraised a simple surveyor and sent it to the last sighting of the IGN. It was not where we expected it to be, in the Yank system. We asked the Junta but they were their usual helpful selves. Weeks, turned into months and still no sign.

Then we found it. The singularity. With a sign. The scrawl of a demented child that read "Kang woz 'ere." What could we do but enter. Our ship went in. Where, we cannot say. The air around us popped. Our faces folded and our bodies fused together. Our minds interconnected. Vast knowledge at our disposal. Yet, we became as stupid as the least of us. As greedy as the worst of us. As forgetful as the dumbest of us. As horribly biased as a partisan hack in a post-truth universe.

We became, in short, your Editors.

Welcome to the new SSS. It won't be as funny as before. It won't be clever by half. It won't be any better in any way. But it will be regular. As a mohache on refined laxatives. It will be informative. Oh it will be full of facts! Even if we have to make them up.

Send us your delicious exploration reports. Tell us about your pointless battles. Spread your vile anonymous rumours. Tell us how your mother didn't love you and that's why <insert Affiliation here> must be destroyed! Feed us, your Editors. Nurture us. Our Singularity opens to receive your offering.

Now here is the news.

 
****** Caliphate Syndicated News Network (CSNN) ******

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Welcome to another edition of news and views from the CSNN's favourite reporter and news anchor, Ainsley Moore, the peripheries' most favourite unbiased publication in the known universe, after an extended tour of the Inner Empire and all the delights within,

And so with the news, and there has been a lot of it!


Old News - FLZ/ GTT Break Ceasefire Agreement
 
****** Caliphate Syndicated News Network (CSNN) ******

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Welcome to another edition of news and views from the CSNN's favourite reporter and news anchor, Ainsley Moore, the peripheries' most favourite unbiased publication in the known universe,

And so with the news,

Alien Wars - Ulian Peace Agreements
 
****** Caliphate Syndicated News Network (CSNN) ******

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Welcome to another edition of news and views from the CSNN's favourite reporter and news anchor, Ainsley Moore, the peripheries' most favourite unbiased publication in the known universe, after a period of "secured safety training" for the CSNN team who was taken in by Caliphate security forces,

And so with the news,

Alien Wars - Empire Takes Ulian System, Empire Fleet Deployed
 

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