Category: Bastion


Bastion Chp. 3

Avina stared at the radar console as her men stepped off of the Hermes  and onto the shoreline. She glanced out of a nearby window at the island a short distance away, and began to daydream, thinking of a town forming on its beaches, slowly growing into a mighty city, eventually even spreading out onto other islands. She thought of her people growing from a small community of scientists and pioneers to a bustling, thriving, metropolis, an oasis in the middle of the endless sea. A smile played across her face as her imagination ran wild, her nation and people spreading throughout the earth, and bringing a new golden age to mankind. Without warning, her reverie was smashed, as the radar console let out an angry series of beeps. She looked back down at the console, and her eyes widened as four or five large red blips streaked in from the other side of the island, like deadly balls of fire.

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Bastion Chp 2

Sergei Nemtsov listened to the rumble of the Herme’s engines as he guided the small commando vessel across the waves. He glanced around at his crew, watching as some of them outfitted for land recon, and other worked at the various consoles in the ship’s wheel room. The propellers of the Hermes churned the water behind her as Sergei began humming a traditional Russian tune, his mind drifting back to when he was young, and his home in Minsk. He remembered the Harsh winters, and the brief, balmy summers. He could practically smell his mother’s cooking as he thought of his small apartment home. Then his mind drifted to that fateful day, when he was selected to become part of the Ark project. Suddenly, his mind was forced back to the present when one of his men tapped him on the shoulder, and he looked up to see the island, no longer a distant speck, looming before him. It was covered in a dense jungle, and capped off by a single mountain. He studied the coastline of the island, and found a small beach. He glanced at his men, then tugged his recon pack onto his back as he slowed the Hermes. He brought her gently up to the beach, and led the men out of her, into the ankle deep water.

Bastion

Heres a little snippet i wrote. It’s a fanfic for the game Anno 2070. If you all like it i’ll write and post more of it!

Avina let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair as she stood on the bridge of her ark, The Bastion, and turned, nodding her head at her helmsman to bring the Bastion to the surface. The helmsman nodded, and pressed a button on his console, then slowly nudged a lever upward. With each tick the lever passed, the Bastion’s engines became louder, and with a low groan, she began to move upward from the oceans floor. Avina looked out a nearby porthole, and watched as the water outside slowly grew lighter with each passing moment. She watched as a large tuna swam past, then her eyes widened as the Bastion rose into a large swarm of bright pink jellyfish, their sheer quantity diffusing the light entering into the bridge, sending pink hued splotches and shadows scattering across the small room. After a moment of staring in awe, Avina was shaken out of her reverie when her helmsman cleared his throat and looked at her, then said “Thirty seconds to the surface ma’am”.  Avina gave a nod, then walked over to the comm. She flipped it on, then pressed a button and spoke into it. “Sergei.. get a crew together and man the Hermes. Loadout for recon.” The comm crackled then a male voice came back over, garbled with static. “Aye ma’am. We’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.” With a curt nod, Avina cut the comm and walked up to the observation platform to have a look around.

A few moments later, Avina stood on the Observation platform that wrapped around the Bastion’s bridge tower, staring out at a decent sized speck of land off on the horizon. As she studied it, a tumultuous swarm of whirs and clangs issued forth from below her. The clamor ended with a loud splash as the Bastion’s hangar door hit the water. Avina wrinkled her nose as the smell of diesel exhaust assaulted her, accompanied by the sounds of an engine starting. Seconds later, another splash was heard, and the Bastion’s scout vessel, the Hermes, issued forth from the hanger, practically skipping across the water towards the distant speck, a land Avina hoped to turn into her home.