STGOD 4 fic: Nathan's War
Posted: 2004-07-11 03:52am
Nathan's War, chapter 1
It has been 100 years since the crash on the harsh world of Lastport. Fifty of those years have been spent in cival war. Twenty years ago a regilious movement took power backed by a large group of House Lords and the heir to the Protectorship. The regilious movement put heavy esphapis on nonviolence and peaceful negotations. It is ruled by a heirarchy of female priestess. Our story opens in the underground hold of Danielsgrave, the capital of the Priestesshood.
Nathan Mattews was walking in the garden. The lamps shined down on it, carvings made it look like various priestess were holding them aloft. The carvings were rather novel, most walls were left blank in the various underground holds. Nathan rather liked the idea of having cravings on the wall, made them less boring. He wasn't alone, he was shadowed by 3 men in black formal armor, his father's men at arms, a Mattews was never really alone. Even in a day and age where they held little real power.
He could see in the distance white robed priestess going through various rituals, the chosing of a new head priestess was coming and that seemed to require alot of activity. Nathan was rather indifferent to it, he didn't hold the priestess' in high regard like his father, some of his brothers, Greg and Charlie for example. He understood that peace was better than war, but some of their beliefs just rubbed him wrong.
"Nathan! Come look at this pool, they got Goldfish!" Call out Andy Ryan, one of his friends and heir to House Ryan. House Ryan traditional fostered out the heir to the Mattews and the Mattews returned the favor. Nathan hurried over, his guards jogging behind. With Andy were his own guards and their armsmaster, Nash. Nash was grinning his teeth shining in his dark face as he observed Nathan scurring over to the pool. The boy was tall, over 6ft with the dark hair and grey eyes that marked his family. It was no wonder he hurried, goldfish were all but extinct.
"Whoa, those are real aren't they?" Nathan asked.
"Yup." Andy answered. A chime sounded and Nash looked down at his wrist, his clock face glowed for a second before he hit a button on the side.
"Time to go boys, early day tomorrow." He stated. Nathan sighed, he knew there was no point in agruing with his armsmaster in this. Even if he was 18, he could 50 and still lose the agruement. They left the gardens heading for the rooms provided by their host, the House Daniels. On the way out they passed a group of House Armsmen from 3 different houses, arrayed around their lord. The Mattews and Ryan armsmen bristled a little at the close contact, peace be damned.
House Lord Godfrey made a small bow toward the young Mattews, behind him House Lord Dunmire and Boren also bowed. Godfrey was a large bulky man, his hair cut down close to his scalp. Dunmire on the other hand was lean and rangly, Boren looked like a favored uncle, a cherub cheeked man whose eyes were twinkling.
"Greeting young Mattews and Ryan. Enjoied the garden, I trust?" He asked with a dry, dead seeming voice.
"Yes, sir. Have you come to view it has well?" Nathan asked.
"Amoung other things, my young lord, amoung other things." With that Godfrey straightened, clearly considering the conversation at an end. Nathan shruged at what could be considered a minor insult and walked out.
Godfrey waited at the pool until he was sure that the Mattew's scion was gone, along with his armsmaster and armsmen. Once he was sure he turned to House Lord Dunmire.
"Your assests are in place?" He asked.
"Yes, all over the hold. It can be done in a few hours on your word."
"Excellant"
"When should we go?" asked Boren.
"If I may suggest?" said Dumire.
"Go ahead."
"We should go tonight. We know where everyone is and what they will be doing. The longer we wait the more likey the surprise is ruined." Dunmire explained.
"I agree. You have the word to begin in one hour, when the Priestess began their main prayers." Came the order.
In an hour the white robed priestess gathered in a single large carven, the back of it had a series of tiers craved into it. They filed into the tiers until the stood a long wall of white covering the back wall. They began a quiet chant. It was soft and melodick and filled the whole area. Thanks to design the carven projected sound out, it filled the majority of the hold. Invoking a peacful, quiet mood in most. They had a small audenice, made up of various House Lords and the Lord Protector and his wife. The prayers/chanting were suppose to countue until dawn.
There were those who were not in a peaceful mood. All over the underground city men were arming themselves in secert, clading themselves in buckly power armor and grabing high powered rifles and vibro blades. They filtered out of there hiding places, it was late and most were asleep or in chapels, praying on the eve of the crowning of a new spiritual leader that was to take place come that dawn. They meet in central areas all over the city, servel thousand armed men had appeared has if by magic. In the largest gathering area, the 3 House Lords meet togather in front of a group several hundred strong.
"Gentlemen, let there be no surviviors." Lord Godfrey spoke before turning to go. He to was armored, but wore no helmet, he wanted the other House Lords and the Mattews to know who had did this to them. He carried a vibro blade naked in his hand, reveling in the low buzz and slight quiver in his hand. The armored men formed up marching toward the carven that was the source of the chanting. No one chanlleged them on route. In fact it took only 15 minutes to reach the enterence to the carven. Godfrey stopped to take a second to breathe deeply, he was after all standing on the thereshold of history, a rare event in any man's life.
He strode in at the head of over 400 armed and armored men. House Lord Daniels, the supposed ruler of the hold was first to chanllege him.
"Godfrey, what in the hell do you think you're doing? You can't bring armed men here!" He hissed stalking over to stand in front of him. It was a pity that he couldn't understand what was happening Godfrey thought, then again, House Lord Daniels had never been quick of wit.
"What am I doing? Why, taking power." Godfrey smiled gently, like a grandfather to a grandchild who has asked a silly question, and ran Daniels through with his blade. House Lord Daniels gasped one as the massive blade tore him almost in half. He was dead before he hit the ground. The chant died has the screaming began.
Lord Protector Dungan Mattews grabed his head armsmen, Alistair Sterns. As soon has the armed men had he, his wife and his armsmen had moved to secure an exit.
"Get the boys out. Nash can help." He snarled.
"But, I can't just."
"You can and will, GO!" The Protector commanded pushing his armsman away. The rest of the armsmen drew and armed their pistols, of little use against armored men, but better than nothing. He was handed a vibro short sword, also of little use, but better than bare hands. He looked over and saw his wife had the face, she was standing at his right shoulder.
"You should go to." He said to wife.
"No." was all she said with a small, sad smile. Dungan just nodded, there was little time left, he didn't want waste it in a fight with her.
Nathan jerked awake, something was wrong, very wrong. He got up and staggered to his closet pulling on a dark tunic and leggings, a quick thought later he tied on his boots. He was about to open his door, when someone started pounded on it. He swung it open to see Nash and Sterns, along with Andy and a group of men of arms. Several of them wounded, one being held up.
"Who?" Nathan asked to cover his confusion. His head seemed to spin, in front of him was a scence right out of the wars.
"Godfrey, Dunmire and one other I didn't get a look at stormed the carven, Your father sent me to get you out." Alister Sterns reported.
"What about my brothers?" Nathan asked, all 3 of them had come here.
"They gathered some men and went to get your father, they said they meet us at the capital." Sterns said.
"Well, then we'll go help them." Nathan said with a nod.
"No." Nash voice broke.
"What. What the hell do you mean no?" Nathan asked in a cold level voice.
"Your parents are dead, your brothers may be also. You are the Protector, I will not allow the whole Mattews clan to chase each to death." Nash said quietly. Sterns nodded and Andy just gave a sigh of relief.
"Will not allow? It is not for you to dictate my actions, if you are afraid, fine, I'll go alone." Nathan steped forward to push his way through them. Nash must have been hiding a club or a mace because at that point a heavy weight crashed into his diaghram, knocking all the air out of his lungs and bending him over in pain and shock.
"Don't... Leave.. Them..." gasped Nathan staggering as Nash whipped his fist around into his temple, knocking him out cold.
"He's going to be mad." Andy Ryan predicted soberly.
"If he's alive to be mad, then fine. Let's go, he'll be awake sooner than he should." Nash ordered. With grim nods Nathan was gathered up and they fled.
Nathan came to about 20 minutes later with a headache. He felt a cold wind touch his cheek, they were outside. He sat up and saw they were in a rocky bowl behind a upcropping. They couldn't be to far from Daniel'sgrave front gates.
"I can't believe this. It's barbarism." Andy hissed.
"He's setting the tone right off isn't he." Sterns said. Staggering up Nathan moved to see what they were looking at and was almost sick on the spot. He saw a rows of headless female courpse wearing white. A pair of armored men were trying to force his father to his kness in front of a armored Godfrey, he wore no helmet and even had a purple robe over his armor. Even with one arm his father was resisting. Above it all his mother was nailed to a cross. Nathan tore his eyes away from the scene and saw one of the armsmen had a rifle with scope.
"Give... Give me your rifle." He growled.
"My Lord, it's to far..."
"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN RIFLE!" He screeched. The armsmen quicky handed it over, unnerved. Nash turned and saw him, he grabed Sterns by the arm and pulled him away from the rocks. Nathan had been trained with rifles first and most, swordsmenship was a useful skill but unnescessary in the face of good marksmenship. Andy had trained right next to him.
"Wind and range." Was Nathan had to say. Andy gaped at him for a bare second, before gulping and reporting the numbers. Nathan forced himself to go cold and not think of the target, as if it was just a picture on the range...
Godfrey stood, sneering has the former Protector of Lastport spat and cursed at him. No screaming or pleas for mercy from him, or his damn wife, who killed 5 of his men before Dunmire had almost strangled her. Even his whelps had done more damage then they should have, Goddamn Mattews training. They trained themselves from the cradle to kill. He opened his mouth to mock the man a little more, rub salt in his wounds. As soon as they found his youngest son they whole family would finialy be removed from existance.
He heard a shot ring out, he looked up. The Mattews women had been struggling one minute and was now dead, her heart shot out cleanly. His eyes widened has the realization of what was happening hit him. Moving faster than a viper Godfrey grabbed a nearby solder and jerked him in front of himself. The second shot took the solder's head clean off. Godfrey decided to leave the area, he could not strike back at the sniper and risked destorying his victory if he stayed. Holding the dead boy that was his shield up, he jogged throught the gate, followed by his solders.
"Run you coward! Run from my son now and know you'll be running form him for the rest of your short cursed life." Dungan Mattews howled at the retreating man before spinning to present the shooter, it was his son, he was sure, with his chest. He was not disappointed the next shot thundered through his heart exploding it.
Nathan droped the rifle from his numb hands. His shoulder was in pain, he barely felt it. He gritted his teeth togather, he couldn't do this now.
"Nathan?" came a far away voice.
"Has you taught I have done, Father forgive me." Nathan whispered holding back tears. It would have to be later.
"We need to go." Nash said. Nathan nodded, it was almost 5 weeks walk to the capital and they had to hurry, there was a war now.
It has been 100 years since the crash on the harsh world of Lastport. Fifty of those years have been spent in cival war. Twenty years ago a regilious movement took power backed by a large group of House Lords and the heir to the Protectorship. The regilious movement put heavy esphapis on nonviolence and peaceful negotations. It is ruled by a heirarchy of female priestess. Our story opens in the underground hold of Danielsgrave, the capital of the Priestesshood.
Nathan Mattews was walking in the garden. The lamps shined down on it, carvings made it look like various priestess were holding them aloft. The carvings were rather novel, most walls were left blank in the various underground holds. Nathan rather liked the idea of having cravings on the wall, made them less boring. He wasn't alone, he was shadowed by 3 men in black formal armor, his father's men at arms, a Mattews was never really alone. Even in a day and age where they held little real power.
He could see in the distance white robed priestess going through various rituals, the chosing of a new head priestess was coming and that seemed to require alot of activity. Nathan was rather indifferent to it, he didn't hold the priestess' in high regard like his father, some of his brothers, Greg and Charlie for example. He understood that peace was better than war, but some of their beliefs just rubbed him wrong.
"Nathan! Come look at this pool, they got Goldfish!" Call out Andy Ryan, one of his friends and heir to House Ryan. House Ryan traditional fostered out the heir to the Mattews and the Mattews returned the favor. Nathan hurried over, his guards jogging behind. With Andy were his own guards and their armsmaster, Nash. Nash was grinning his teeth shining in his dark face as he observed Nathan scurring over to the pool. The boy was tall, over 6ft with the dark hair and grey eyes that marked his family. It was no wonder he hurried, goldfish were all but extinct.
"Whoa, those are real aren't they?" Nathan asked.
"Yup." Andy answered. A chime sounded and Nash looked down at his wrist, his clock face glowed for a second before he hit a button on the side.
"Time to go boys, early day tomorrow." He stated. Nathan sighed, he knew there was no point in agruing with his armsmaster in this. Even if he was 18, he could 50 and still lose the agruement. They left the gardens heading for the rooms provided by their host, the House Daniels. On the way out they passed a group of House Armsmen from 3 different houses, arrayed around their lord. The Mattews and Ryan armsmen bristled a little at the close contact, peace be damned.
House Lord Godfrey made a small bow toward the young Mattews, behind him House Lord Dunmire and Boren also bowed. Godfrey was a large bulky man, his hair cut down close to his scalp. Dunmire on the other hand was lean and rangly, Boren looked like a favored uncle, a cherub cheeked man whose eyes were twinkling.
"Greeting young Mattews and Ryan. Enjoied the garden, I trust?" He asked with a dry, dead seeming voice.
"Yes, sir. Have you come to view it has well?" Nathan asked.
"Amoung other things, my young lord, amoung other things." With that Godfrey straightened, clearly considering the conversation at an end. Nathan shruged at what could be considered a minor insult and walked out.
Godfrey waited at the pool until he was sure that the Mattew's scion was gone, along with his armsmaster and armsmen. Once he was sure he turned to House Lord Dunmire.
"Your assests are in place?" He asked.
"Yes, all over the hold. It can be done in a few hours on your word."
"Excellant"
"When should we go?" asked Boren.
"If I may suggest?" said Dumire.
"Go ahead."
"We should go tonight. We know where everyone is and what they will be doing. The longer we wait the more likey the surprise is ruined." Dunmire explained.
"I agree. You have the word to begin in one hour, when the Priestess began their main prayers." Came the order.
In an hour the white robed priestess gathered in a single large carven, the back of it had a series of tiers craved into it. They filed into the tiers until the stood a long wall of white covering the back wall. They began a quiet chant. It was soft and melodick and filled the whole area. Thanks to design the carven projected sound out, it filled the majority of the hold. Invoking a peacful, quiet mood in most. They had a small audenice, made up of various House Lords and the Lord Protector and his wife. The prayers/chanting were suppose to countue until dawn.
There were those who were not in a peaceful mood. All over the underground city men were arming themselves in secert, clading themselves in buckly power armor and grabing high powered rifles and vibro blades. They filtered out of there hiding places, it was late and most were asleep or in chapels, praying on the eve of the crowning of a new spiritual leader that was to take place come that dawn. They meet in central areas all over the city, servel thousand armed men had appeared has if by magic. In the largest gathering area, the 3 House Lords meet togather in front of a group several hundred strong.
"Gentlemen, let there be no surviviors." Lord Godfrey spoke before turning to go. He to was armored, but wore no helmet, he wanted the other House Lords and the Mattews to know who had did this to them. He carried a vibro blade naked in his hand, reveling in the low buzz and slight quiver in his hand. The armored men formed up marching toward the carven that was the source of the chanting. No one chanlleged them on route. In fact it took only 15 minutes to reach the enterence to the carven. Godfrey stopped to take a second to breathe deeply, he was after all standing on the thereshold of history, a rare event in any man's life.
He strode in at the head of over 400 armed and armored men. House Lord Daniels, the supposed ruler of the hold was first to chanllege him.
"Godfrey, what in the hell do you think you're doing? You can't bring armed men here!" He hissed stalking over to stand in front of him. It was a pity that he couldn't understand what was happening Godfrey thought, then again, House Lord Daniels had never been quick of wit.
"What am I doing? Why, taking power." Godfrey smiled gently, like a grandfather to a grandchild who has asked a silly question, and ran Daniels through with his blade. House Lord Daniels gasped one as the massive blade tore him almost in half. He was dead before he hit the ground. The chant died has the screaming began.
Lord Protector Dungan Mattews grabed his head armsmen, Alistair Sterns. As soon has the armed men had he, his wife and his armsmen had moved to secure an exit.
"Get the boys out. Nash can help." He snarled.
"But, I can't just."
"You can and will, GO!" The Protector commanded pushing his armsman away. The rest of the armsmen drew and armed their pistols, of little use against armored men, but better than nothing. He was handed a vibro short sword, also of little use, but better than bare hands. He looked over and saw his wife had the face, she was standing at his right shoulder.
"You should go to." He said to wife.
"No." was all she said with a small, sad smile. Dungan just nodded, there was little time left, he didn't want waste it in a fight with her.
Nathan jerked awake, something was wrong, very wrong. He got up and staggered to his closet pulling on a dark tunic and leggings, a quick thought later he tied on his boots. He was about to open his door, when someone started pounded on it. He swung it open to see Nash and Sterns, along with Andy and a group of men of arms. Several of them wounded, one being held up.
"Who?" Nathan asked to cover his confusion. His head seemed to spin, in front of him was a scence right out of the wars.
"Godfrey, Dunmire and one other I didn't get a look at stormed the carven, Your father sent me to get you out." Alister Sterns reported.
"What about my brothers?" Nathan asked, all 3 of them had come here.
"They gathered some men and went to get your father, they said they meet us at the capital." Sterns said.
"Well, then we'll go help them." Nathan said with a nod.
"No." Nash voice broke.
"What. What the hell do you mean no?" Nathan asked in a cold level voice.
"Your parents are dead, your brothers may be also. You are the Protector, I will not allow the whole Mattews clan to chase each to death." Nash said quietly. Sterns nodded and Andy just gave a sigh of relief.
"Will not allow? It is not for you to dictate my actions, if you are afraid, fine, I'll go alone." Nathan steped forward to push his way through them. Nash must have been hiding a club or a mace because at that point a heavy weight crashed into his diaghram, knocking all the air out of his lungs and bending him over in pain and shock.
"Don't... Leave.. Them..." gasped Nathan staggering as Nash whipped his fist around into his temple, knocking him out cold.
"He's going to be mad." Andy Ryan predicted soberly.
"If he's alive to be mad, then fine. Let's go, he'll be awake sooner than he should." Nash ordered. With grim nods Nathan was gathered up and they fled.
Nathan came to about 20 minutes later with a headache. He felt a cold wind touch his cheek, they were outside. He sat up and saw they were in a rocky bowl behind a upcropping. They couldn't be to far from Daniel'sgrave front gates.
"I can't believe this. It's barbarism." Andy hissed.
"He's setting the tone right off isn't he." Sterns said. Staggering up Nathan moved to see what they were looking at and was almost sick on the spot. He saw a rows of headless female courpse wearing white. A pair of armored men were trying to force his father to his kness in front of a armored Godfrey, he wore no helmet and even had a purple robe over his armor. Even with one arm his father was resisting. Above it all his mother was nailed to a cross. Nathan tore his eyes away from the scene and saw one of the armsmen had a rifle with scope.
"Give... Give me your rifle." He growled.
"My Lord, it's to far..."
"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN RIFLE!" He screeched. The armsmen quicky handed it over, unnerved. Nash turned and saw him, he grabed Sterns by the arm and pulled him away from the rocks. Nathan had been trained with rifles first and most, swordsmenship was a useful skill but unnescessary in the face of good marksmenship. Andy had trained right next to him.
"Wind and range." Was Nathan had to say. Andy gaped at him for a bare second, before gulping and reporting the numbers. Nathan forced himself to go cold and not think of the target, as if it was just a picture on the range...
Godfrey stood, sneering has the former Protector of Lastport spat and cursed at him. No screaming or pleas for mercy from him, or his damn wife, who killed 5 of his men before Dunmire had almost strangled her. Even his whelps had done more damage then they should have, Goddamn Mattews training. They trained themselves from the cradle to kill. He opened his mouth to mock the man a little more, rub salt in his wounds. As soon as they found his youngest son they whole family would finialy be removed from existance.
He heard a shot ring out, he looked up. The Mattews women had been struggling one minute and was now dead, her heart shot out cleanly. His eyes widened has the realization of what was happening hit him. Moving faster than a viper Godfrey grabbed a nearby solder and jerked him in front of himself. The second shot took the solder's head clean off. Godfrey decided to leave the area, he could not strike back at the sniper and risked destorying his victory if he stayed. Holding the dead boy that was his shield up, he jogged throught the gate, followed by his solders.
"Run you coward! Run from my son now and know you'll be running form him for the rest of your short cursed life." Dungan Mattews howled at the retreating man before spinning to present the shooter, it was his son, he was sure, with his chest. He was not disappointed the next shot thundered through his heart exploding it.
Nathan droped the rifle from his numb hands. His shoulder was in pain, he barely felt it. He gritted his teeth togather, he couldn't do this now.
"Nathan?" came a far away voice.
"Has you taught I have done, Father forgive me." Nathan whispered holding back tears. It would have to be later.
"We need to go." Nash said. Nathan nodded, it was almost 5 weeks walk to the capital and they had to hurry, there was a war now.