Wrote a wee story to set the mood, with some good help from Dsherratt74 (hope I got the name right this time ) in the advising and editing stakes.
As I always emphasize, please check his work out whenever you can – fantastic creative soul.
….Devlin Stone had to see it all for himself. The paltry view ports and cameras did not do it justice. He has to see it as it is.
He took control of the exoskeleton in its sealed environmental shell to see it all for real. Even knowing the scale, this vastness still stunned him.
Standing on the side of the warship, he just could not believe what he was looking at. The scale of devastation just staggered his mind.
In his sight, lay the largest field of space debris he has ever seen. The sky was just full of wreckage, so much material, so many devastated star fairing ships he just looked on speechless. All tumbled in a silent perfect dance, their hulls if fortunate illuminated by the star giving those radiance to show off their death marks.
All these magnificent pieces of human engineering, all these works of experience, achievement, struggle, and advance were nothing more than spinning hulks of empty gutted metal shell. These vehicles, the backbone of the Inner Sphere, reduced to this.
It is an atrocity, he thought.
Once, even the merest dropship was precious to such a point that the manufacture of such ships was becoming a lost art. There was a belief that should they have been too scarce, the vain wars waged by the main five self indulgent factions may have ceased.
Then the Gray Death Legion found that memory core on Helm that unlocked all the secrets of the Star League’s great technology and suddenly everyone learned how to build and squander the knowledge of man for a cup of rice.
If that did not help matters, the return of Kerensky’s exiles in the form of the hideous Clans accelerated such matters; to this.
The Word of Blake was so utterly convinced in some stupid prophecy that would see the Star League reform and they would rise to prominence within its ranks. Devlin winced and shook his head at the notion. The idea of a prophecy is the foundation of primitive people who have no idea of science, education, self governance, or democracy.
For people who traverse the stars, who utilise advance technology, and are free to think, believed such nonsense on a scale that it would be laughable if the outcome was not so tragic.
The Word were livid that their dream was not going to be fulfilled the way they hoped, they had to make it come to pass by force. This is end result, he thought. They did not come off well from it. Then again very few, if any did.
All around him floated junk, just junk nothing more. Vast fields of wrecked ships, including vessels deemed “miles long” and “long lost” just useless hulks in space.
The planet they orbited also worthless now due to the stupidity of a man who selfishly regarded planets like property and thus scorched them so no one can have it.
He looked at the flotsam and wondered was it worth it? Really was it worth it? Billions dead, worlds ruined, ships in bits, technology lost, just to fulfil a stupid ‘prophecy’? He stood there staring out across the gulf of space towards it, a graveyard in the void…..
I have an attraction to dereliction, to abandonment, to worn, and I wanted to do a flotsam scene of dead ships. The contrasts of blue/grey of the metal of the ships to the orange and yellow of the stars, skies, and sheens makes this piece really rises and feel more woeful.
I also am pleased how the planet came out – hopefully ruined and desolate but with an atmosphere to show that this world once supported life.
I've got to say, this is the sort of huge, widescreen vista that regularly pops up in my mind's eye. If it were ever to appear on-screen, I'd demand that it not have any kind of sound effects, except for when the camera POV is inside a ship, looking out.
The total devastation and extinction on display would be so much more daunting with nothing but silence to accompany it...
You know, reading this moved me...could not put it better than that.
Thank you very much sir - I mean this
You're more than welcome. The selection of colours in the image make me think of sunlight filtering through a cloud of dust, which just adds to the feel of destruction.
And as far as no sound in space goes, just about the only time I've seen it done properly on the screen was way back in the pilot episode of UFO, with the SHADO interceptors' launch from Moonbase. They're elevated onto the surface in silence, their engines kick up dust in silence, and they lift off in silence. Even the explosions as they fire their warheads at the incoming UFO are silent.
Of course, that all got changed. Massive explosion SFX and roaring rocket engines.
Cheers for your feedback!
...Sort of convenient that the man who founds a whole new way of governing an interstellar polity is, in himself, a blank slate...
But this was done in my naive days of BT....
And yes, Devlin Stone was the cherry on top of that crock of shit.
I saw a few of the lumpy little blobs of warped plastic daubed in fluorescent paints and was instantly turned off. I have recently started getting back into the boardgame, and have been doing a bit of research on the whole "Devlin Stone/Republic of Niceness".
I really love how so many of the leaders in that era are insane. Really, totally, barking crazy. Malvina Hazen, kissing corpses and wallowing in blood. Daoshen Liao, thinking he's a god and mating with his own sister. Caleb Davion, into brutal rape, patricide, and listening to his imaginary friend. Who the hell thought that all of this was a great idea to sell the setting?
Whew. Had to get that off my chest.
Person responsible for that should be shot - probably a PC thug methinks
Yer welcome to vent sir
Looked like an hour glass.
Thank you for visting sir!
Every time I look at it can see the serene almost unnatural calm of it despite the devastation. But I can't help wondering what will happen next? This is the kind of place that could make a salvager rich.
Still it's wonderful to look upon and the short really helps with the theme of the piece.
As for the scene, I am glad you feel that desolation but calmness. That is what I tried to do and hey, it worked
Sci-fi should make one think, especially the aftermath. Glad this did that.
As for salvage....now there is a question!
On that, thank you very much for your help in this, and thanks for faving, commenting and visitng
Always a pleasure!
It's not just sci-fi that should make a person think, all art should. And this piece does just that.
Always happy to help you out my friend.
Thanks for popping by
Luckily just one overlord-class there, Nice details.
However thank you for liking this and for visiting
Very atmospheric, this one. Very sad. I love the the little story, too.
Thank you for your deep input here - that is what I aimed for. Glad its achieved here!
Thank you my friend, always a pleasure in your visit
It shows how grimm war is, be it yesterday, today, or tomorrow.
A nice insight on the Jihad.
That setting needs more fiction.