Story:Remembering the Fallen

This is the first story in the The Blackout War story arc.

It is the year 2167 AD, the United Drahoni Space Alliance, the Xzeron and small pockets of Human volunteers of Palteono have driven back the Mezourah from their controlled systems. They began to nurse their wounds, hide their scars underneath monuments allowing them to forget the horrors of the war, they had survived. The leaders of these races each created a monument to remember the fallen soldiers, those who gave their life protecting those who could not defend themselves against the relentless parasites that roamed free for several decades, consuming and destroying everything in their path.

In 2168 AD the Drahoni government had put their memorial monument on the hill, Mhyrathier, near Xenzhoan's capital, Ulivoniasis. The monarch and his wife, Tiberychaam Wirsdakh and Felionary Yeghnem, stood there at the first year after the war. They mourned for the loss of so many brave men and women who valiantly fought for a desperate cause for it was the Humans who ultimately found the sollution to the ending of the war. The King gave a speech about how he he was saddened to see his people being slaughtered day after day without being able to do anything. All of his key scientists had failed to come with a solution, the Zephyr supersoldiers were unable to turn the tide of the war and the Xzeron's forces were not abundant enough to fight everywhere and keep the swarm contained.

Many celebrities attented the memorial, some military, some known from the television or the Extranet and some who helped with the genetical code. Every individual attending played was involved in the war, either by funding the military or participating in the war. But one way or another, every citizen was involved in the war, people who lost friends, families, billions of people had died. Each citizen had it's own story, but they all came down to one case, they lost someone dear to them.

A Zephyr-VI supersoldier named Natas Leviuded walked towards the King to honor one of his friend's dying wish.

"Sir? Just as you I also dearly regret the losses we all made during the last war, everyone is doing their best to recover from the wounds and scars it inflicted to us. To honor my friend's dying wish I am here to pass his nameplate over to you. He asked me to give it to you when he was pierced by a Mezourah, several days before the creation of the vaccin. My men greatly grief his loss as he could've survived this war but didn't, he fought protecting several civilians and died doing so. He was an example of courage during desperate times inspired my men to continue the fight instead of running or robbing himself of life." Natas said, the King listened vert carefully while he regularely cleaned his eyes with a handkerchief to wipe of the tears. His eyes were red due to the weeping of the past few days.

His arm strecthed forward shaking a bit as he felt sick the last few days, his apetite was gone as the days of the memorial neared and thus was weakened. Natas put the nameplate in Tiberychaam's hand and closed it for him saying: "May the loss of our fallen seed the future of the living."

Tiberychaam's face slightly became less pale, his spirit brightened a bit, he nodded approvingly and patted on the shoulder of Natas. "And may the future be brighter than the past was." Tiberychaam replied, he looked to his wife as she was talking to one of the Generals who participated in the war. The General was talking about the orders he made, and the regrets he has making them, thousands he had sent into their death. The King apologised before walking to his wife, Natas was left alone, he looked from the hill to the capital Ulivoniasis. The city known for it's activity was silent, only an occasional honk was heard originating from an aggresive driver, but aside from that it was completaly silent. The entire kingdom was in a state of mourning, Natas knew it wouldn't change for the next couple of years, but with each passing years they would have nursed a bit of their wounds and would eventually forget about the fallen as if it happened in a distant past.