Canals of New Mars: Code Name 'Augean Stables' by flavia49

Poser • Science Fiction • posted on Sep 14, 2010

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"And now?" Eve asked, mimicking Larry but stressing the cranky tone. JS laughed: "Quiet, Eve. He's a bit a pain in the a*s, but we're suffering for a good cause. He's going to set up us as Galactic Heroes, ergo the EA cannot off us directly or handing us over to the Rogues." "Phew," Eve sniffed. "He's always posing, I wonder if at the toilet ...!" she laughed in turn "How horrible!" JS shook his head: "What are you thinking of, rather go to ask him if he wants to broadcast embedded with the attack team or from the ship. I'm getting through our plans with Vasquez." "Him embedded! This is witty!" Vasquez exclaimed coming in. "That bloke's nothing just a lot of talk and some pixels, but someone forgot to check 'genitals'! Well, what's the plan, sir?" Eve found Larry in the common quarter of the bridge, up to his neck in a philosophical conversation with Lee. "JS says that the best way to off the contract is to dispatch the middleman. That you are under our protection will come loud and clear to the hirer who can hardly find a new liquidator. Do you like to go with the assault team?" "Huh, no, I'd like it a lot, but I've no training," Larry smiled pimpishly. "What are you going to do?" asked Lee, since Vasquez kept him ignorant about actions. "Clean the stables: blow up the refineries and leave." Eve said. "I'll take care of the wounded and prisoners." Lee mumbled. "We don't take prisoners." Eve remarked. "But we cannot kill all those civilians!" Lee exclaimed shocked. "They will be entitled to a trial, at least!" "We too are civilians!" backfired Eve. "Let the Nyhllos put them on trial! They're hunted to extract erotic essences from male musk glands." "You say we are civilians. New Martian Army: that I read on my contract." Lee retorted. "Actually she's right." JS had entered the room silently. Puzzled, Lee and Larry looked at him. "Only states with internationally recognized governments have the Military, the others can boast titles and uniforms, but are in fact civilians." "But we are at war, right?" Lee asked. "I'd say we are forced to war. I'd say we strive to fight decently, but the fact remains. We have neither state nor country but this ship, and no recognition. We are as much civilians as these narco-pirates, apart from trafficking in drugs or the slave trade." "The Rogues are hunting us like pirates, actually!" Eve stated. "And runaway slaves." Vasquez added with a nod to JS: "Mission is set for 0300, sir." JS nodded. "What is EA's position?" Larry asked. Since there was time until H-Hour, JS decided to accept the debate: "For the Earth we are boat people, refugees, actually bad-sh*t, since we defend ourselves. Humanitarian organizations dubbed us a threat since we don't entrust our destiny to them. GUN, well, no GUN's bureaucrat will sweat his a*s to decide our status. He leaves it to history." A leaden silence dropped. Everyone looked puzzled. JS sighed and said: "Civilized wars are fought by civilians, don't you know? Seldom postmodern wars are fought by the military. In those cases, the war lasts a month or two. The winner withdraws its army with fanfares and the asymmetric war takes over again. Call them guerrillas, insurgents, partisans, spies, contractors, spec-op units, we are people of the same ilk. 'Civilian' fighters operate among civilians like fish in a pond. Sorting out a civilian fighter from a peaceful one, that's hard, very hard. But I, we try to do our best, to be decent, even if fighting à la façon du pays would be easier, sometimes." "Be ready anyway, Doctor." Vasquez said. The mission kicked off at 0300, the Centurions dropped them onto the roof of the installation while the Fireghosts shelled the extractors. "If anything goes wrong, shoot your way clear of danger and get the hell out of there. Good luck." JS's orders. At dawn, the refineries were razed. --- Thanks

Comments (64)

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Hendesse

9:46AM | Thu, 16 September 2010

Impressive scene. Excellent and very creative work!

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MagikUnicorn

10:44AM | Thu, 16 September 2010

B E A U T Y

Charberry

2:11PM | Thu, 16 September 2010

If I ever want to leave this world, I can always come to your gallery. ;o) Thank you so much for the help on the vintage airplanes I have in my gallery. It is appreciated. I have another one up, and did not even name any of them because we only received one small brochure with the names of them, but not which ones they are.

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jclP

5:41PM | Thu, 16 September 2010

very nice effects

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clbsmiley

5:42PM | Thu, 16 September 2010

Well done image. Great chapter! Always interesting.

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blondeblurr

7:14PM | Thu, 16 September 2010

It was worth of a zoom-in, there is a lot of fine details to see, not even rain can stop them now ! BB

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Rhanagaz

8:15AM | Fri, 17 September 2010

Excellent scifi scene and story! ;o)

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greensleeves81

9:00AM | Fri, 17 September 2010

Wonderful work!

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Thetis

12:04PM | Fri, 17 September 2010

very good sense of perspective and action. a fantastic scene for the big screen! superb work

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Madbat

2:16PM | Fri, 17 September 2010

Interesting dialogue on recognized military. Most militia groups don't seem to recognize that they are little more than terrorist groups or criminals in the eyes of the worlds governments. Great looking scene too with the jets, nice motion blur!

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OrphanedSoul

12:56PM | Sat, 18 September 2010

What an excellent scene!

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NitraLing

2:40PM | Sat, 18 September 2010

Excellent!*

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carlx

4:53PM | Sat, 18 September 2010

Excellent storyline and scene!!!

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tennesseecowgirl

9:35PM | Sat, 18 September 2010

The image really fits in great with your story, nice work.

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dochtersions

7:28AM | Sun, 19 September 2010

This is such stunning great, also the background!

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anahata.c

8:05AM | Sun, 19 September 2010

It's of course hard, as you can imagine, to come in in the middle of your tales, but your dialogue and shaping of the events are vivid enough to give one a concrete sense of where you are, even dropping in in the middle...It's clear that they're discussing differing visions of war itself (a moral question, even in something as absolute as war), and we can see the clash of personalities too. And your ending in a sentence of pure action is very effective. The visual is quite fascinating, you have these imposing refineries with very clean lines and a very bold and simple presence. Yet that is offset by the rain all around them, a nice balance. The flying vehicles, the bombs, the soldiers jumping out, all give action to an otherwise static set of refineries (that sit there like mountains). As always your visual sense is filled with conflict of motion & stillness, action & reflection, etc. And the early morning hue---here an almost burnt morning hue (perhaps from all the smoke)---is a fine foil to the fires below. A fine image, and (with all due respect to my coming in without having read the last few installments), a finely hewn piece of dialogue and human conflict. I'm only here for one piece today, don't know how quickly I'll return, but it's always a pleasure to see your imagination mix with your artistic sense of balance, conflict & resolution. This project of doing your own writing and these highly complex images to go with them, is formidable. Once again I wish you all the best as you continue!

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