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Feb/2008
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Memoirs of a Marquis Member: Chapter 1: The Longest Day
Chapter 1: The Longest Day
Most stories begin with some sort of dramatic introduction. Perhaps some discussion of the nobility of the moment, the rise of the common yeoman rising to face the overwhelming tyranny that threatens to end free society. However, I am not a woman who can write such a lovely words and of those words and I am not definitely a woman of noble goals. I am Dominique Sainte-Marie. I was an acquirer of goods, a gun for hire, and guide through the shadows of the France. If you want to know what I did before the Invid came talk to the GMP or the Monaco police, they can tell you where I was and what I done. I would rather not soil this work with my past, rather concentrate on what a few people did during the shadow that enveloped the world at the beginning of what became known as the 3rd Robotech War.
My story begins on 6 of September in the year 2036 of Our Lord. I had just ‘liberated’ a pick-up from a well-to-do family just outside the resort town, they had several cars…surely they wouldn’t moss one. Besides my ride had just broken down and I was need of a new one. How else was I going to carry all my stuff? As I say I am not a nice girl.
Anyways I digress, I headed east down the coast with my new pick-up to distance myself from the original owners. It was a peaceful and quiet drive just a few clouds in the sky. As I was admiring the beautiful landscape I saw the most awful sight. What appeared to be a military aircraft was literally falling out of the sky!!! As it fell I saw a parachute appear in the sky. The pilot apparently had trouble with his aircraft and wisely chose not to join on its decent to the murky depths of the English Channel. Still the pilot had only bought himself a little bit of time, once he hit that cold North Atlantic water he would be in a world of trouble.I looked around quickly to see if there was anything nearby that I could use to go pick him up. After a quick search I saw a single dock that fortunately had a motorboat still moored to it. I pulled my pickup into a nearby garage and headed over to the boat. The boat was a typical affair, a raised bridge, a lower back deck for fishing and a covered cabin towards the front. I did a quick check to see if anybody is on deck, but saw no signs of life on deck nor did I have any reason to believe that anyone was around. So I took untied the boat and started driving it out to pick up the pilot.
On retrospect I should have check the cabin to see if there was anybody sleeping there. For as I got about halfway to the pilot, I heard from behind me a shout in English “What are you doing with my boat?” I turned around and saw a young woman with blond short hair. Her brown eyes displayed determination and her frame showed she was well exercised. She pointed what appeared to me was a toy gun at me. I didn’t interpret the toy gun as much of a threat, but I didn’t feel like dealing with the situation. I told her I saw a pilot go down in the Channel and I was going to try to help him out. She saw his parachute and agreed to let me use the boat to rescue him, all the time keeping her toy pointed to me.
The pilot hit the water just before we arrived. As we approached, I noticed that man was in the silver armor of the Southern Cross. He looked like at a knight straight out tales of Arthur. I would have thought he would have gone straight to the bottom in that outfit but somehow he managed to stay afloat. The blonde ordered to me to stay on the bridge as she went to help the knight on board. As the blonde began preparing a rope for to help the knight on board, she put down her toy gun. As I am one who doesn’t follow orders to well, I waited until she was full distracted and then snuck over to see what exactly was she had pointed me.
Unfortunately for me, she has eyes in the back of her head and she quickly saw that I was no longer on the bridge. In a split second she grabbed her ‘toy gun’ and had pointed back ay my face. She warned me it was on setting ‘10’ and that it had a full Kilojoules of power. Then she orders me back to the bridge. Now I had no idea what a Kilojoules except it was a thousand of something, but the sheer force of will she put into that statement made it quite clear that I didn’t want to find out what it meant. I retreated back to bridge as she finished helping the knight come aboard.
As this point, an amusing thing occurred. The blonde now had two strangers on the boat. She could not figure whom to point her Kilojoules toy gun, the knight or me. The knight didn’t seem that impressed that with the gunpoint of him. He had faith in his armor, and had yet to face the force of the blonde’s personality.
A few minutes of posturing, things calmed downed. The knight took off his helmet. He appeared to be a young handsome man with white hair with long bangs. His eyes were unique, one green eye and one blue eye and that clearly unconcerned about his current situation. He stated that if needed, he could simply put his helmet back on and walked to shore if needed.
That turned out to be unnecessary. The blonde decided we could go back to the dock and she suggested that I drive the boat back since she didn’t know her operate it. I was confused as how she could own the boat if she didn’t know how to operate it. It wasn’t her boat originally; she had just found it and was sleeping there for the night. I couldn’t really blame her; in a similar circumstance I would have done the same thing. It is how you say ‘Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers’.
Unfortunately for us, the Losers were waiting at the docks. The five of them were angry with us that we dared to run off with their precious boat. Worse than that they were armed, the leader of the group was carrying an Assault Rifle, two were carrying pistols and the gate of the dock was guarded by two more with SMGs. Even worse they were Zentraedi, and not the nicest people to face at the wrong end of a barrel. The leader shouted, ‘Get off our boat and we may let you live.’ I doubt they were going just simply let us off the boat, but then I heard a horrible grinding noise. An unseen sixth Zentraedi had found my pick-up and trying to start her up and take off with my stuff. That I could not let stand!!! I quickly asked Joan and Charles to step in.
Whose Joan and Charles you ask? They are a pair of matched Wolf 9mm pistols that I named after France’s greatest heroes Joan de Arc and Charles DeGulle. I personally love the Wolf 9mm. They have a look no other pistol can match and are quite lethal if you know how to use them. With Joan and Charles nearby I always felt in control, no matter how hopeless the situation I was in. As I say I am not a nice girl.
Anyways, I digress. I let Joan speak. She spoke loudly and the leader dropped in heap. I then turn Charles to the two Zentraedi with pistols and let Charles speak. They were both hit but were still moving. As they retreated they and the guards at the gate opened up. They quickly began to turn the bridge into Swiss cheese. As I took cover, I heard the blonde shout ‘Take them out’ and head into the cabin to take cover I thought. The knight on the other hand had buttoned up his armor and had to step out on the dock. He had faith in his armor. He opened up on the Zentraedi wounding the guards near the gate.
I quickly popped up again and let Joan and Charles hose down the enemy. They spoke loudly and well and downed another three Zentraedi. The remaining Zentraedi let loose a full burst on the knight on the dock. The shots were dead on but the knight got his shield up in time. His faith in his armor was rewarded. The bullets impact his silver oval shield but did little than nick up his shield.
As I looked on in amazement, a blast of pure energy came from the cabin window at the Zentraedi. The Zentraedi was unable to get out of the way in time and was literally cut in half by the energy blast. The energy blast was so powerful that after cutting the Zentraedi in half it damaged the building behind him. It turned out the blast came from the blonde’s ‘toy’ gun. I was suddenly very happy I didn’t find out earlier what a Kilojoules does.
The sixth Zentraedi in my pick-up was alive and well still as the grinding noise of my pickup’s transmission let us know. As the knight and I approached the garage, the pickup busted out of the garage door intent on running us down. The knight calmly shot the Zentraedi driver and the pickup slipped its clutch and came to gentle stop just millimeters away from the knight. That was definitely impressive shot in a highly stressful situation.
I then heard a loud explosion behind me. I turned to see that the boat had exploded taking half the dock with it. Fortunately, the blonde had managed to get her stuff off the boat along with an assault rifle. Apparently the Zentraedi had hit the engine of the motor of the boat and it was about to go. Unfortunately that explosion was going to draw a lot of attention. We disposed the bodies and headed out. The blonde had her own dirt bike, which was fortunate as I just had enough room in my pickup for my stuff, the knight, and myself.
We headed to south to put some distance between the burning boat and us. As we are fleeing inland, three flying red crab mecha flew overhead. I didn’t understand what they were, but I was glad they weren’t interested in us. Eventually we found a place we could camp at the night. We set up a campfire while the knight went out to look for food. He found a rabbit and brought back for dinner. The knight tried to cook the rabbit but accidentally set on fire. Still he was able to salvage some of the rabbit and was able to add some meat to the MREs that I was able to provide from stuff. The blonde turned out to be ready to rough it. She had a tent and bedroll and with the exception of food was well prepared for a trip. She turned out to be Doctor Augusta Witherspoon, a professor of physics or something. She preferred to be called Doctor. She was on her way to Oslo in Norway (which I am told is near Finland) when she was caught off track by our misadventure. She warned me that I should smoke, but I will worry about if I live long enough to threaten me.
The knight was not so ready to rough it, but lets see how ready you are when you bail out of your aircraft! He is Lieutenant David Cerra, a man on a mission. He has come to France to tell the parents of his late wife what happened she died.
I hope if I die before my time (which I am probably borrowing already) that some tells my parents what happened. Perhaps the Doctor or David can tell them if this should prove necessary. Perhaps you might have to, though if I am lucky enough I will survive this situation.Anyways I digress. Though we didn’t know it yet, the core of our resistance group had formed that night. Tomorrow we would head out to Paris and our destiny…
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