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The Insurgency: S1 Ep9, “Rising Up On Wings Like Eagles”
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My next rank-up for the Galactic Imperium in the Insurgency RP. I really like how it turned out, please enjoy!
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-Start Transmission-

Pilot’s Log, Entry 9


Man, it's been awhile since I've done a log. Okay, let's see… I last logged that whole situation on the Spire, huh. Where did I leave it? … Me throwing up. Okay. Well, after that Qoter almost blew up, just a normal day in this crazy system. The registration act has passed that's getting the collective really worked up. I'm not sure what the Governor was thinking. I think I'm getting off-topic here. Well, I've been busy myself. I've gotten some “Time-off” because of my broken leg so I've been keeping up with some daily training, I've gotten back on track with my devotions, I've also been stopping by the Golden Eagle more. Though, after what's been happening lately I've gotten the feeling the Talons are liking me less and less…

Date: January 19 2098 Location: The Golden Eagle




Cassowary let out a guttural yell as he charged toward me with the force of a Noshnik. My training kicked in immediately and I planted my feet to block the attack. Cassowary slammed into me and I pushed him back again.



I wiped the sweat from forehead as Cassowary smirked. He was enjoying this. Despite my best efforts he was still doing a number on me. I was just glad he was only using his fists. He may be skilled in hand to hand combat, but if he was using his knives, the battle would have already been over.



I decided to take the offensive and sent a kick his way. His armor absorbed most of the hit and he shot his fist forward. I was able to block it and proceeding shots.



In an unexpected move he swept his foot and struck my legs, knocking me to the ground.



I fell to the ground hitting my head hard on the floor I began to get a headache, but that was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my leg. It hadn't fully healed yet so I was given a special harness to be able to move it, but it could only do so much and the pain was becoming hard to ignore.

Cassowary: “You give up Falcon? Or are you thirsty for more?” My old mentor asked, looking down on me.

Sweat stung my eyes and pain was spreading from my leg to the rest of my body. That was it, I was beaten.

Phil: “I-*huff*give up.” I said, letting my body loosen and resting my head against the floor.

Cassowary: “Heh, that's what I thought.” With one last chuckle he thrust his hand towards me.



With a small amount of hesitation I accepted his hand and he pulled me up.

Cassowary: “I'd say that's enough for today.”



I carefully rested myself down next to Cassowary and took a swig of electrolyte-filled fluid. I winced as I brought my leg up next to me. It took me a little bit, but pretty soon, by adjusting different knobs and dials, I had gotten it to a point where the pain had subsided some. This broken leg sure was a pain in the… Uh, the leg I guess.



After this I put my leg down and turned to Cassowary, who was busy sharpening his knives.

Phil: “Hey, thanks for helping me train, I really needed it.” I told him.

After my fight with Bruce and my fight with Codder I decided I couldn't go on just sidestepping every fist that went my way. I probably wouldn't have even made it out of the Spire if it weren't for my friends. Let me tell you, it's quite the surprise to wake up in an hospital bed with an imperial agent and a collective pirate standing over you. I was a little surprised, but glad, that Will resisted the urge to arrest Jack if it meant helping me.

Cassowary: “No problem kid.” He replied, giving me a sideways glance before returning to sharpening his knives.



After that there was some silence as I regained my breath. While sitting there, listening to the *shing* noise of his knives brushing against each other, a question came into my mind. I turned back over to Cassowary.

Phil: “Can I ask you a question?”

Cassowary: “You just did.”

I ignored his dad joke and went ahead with my inquiry.

Phil: “What does it take to be a real warrior?”

Cassowary stopped and looked up.

Cassowary: “A real warrior, huh?”

Instead of answering he went back to his sharpening without another word. I was unsure whether he was thinking or just ignoring me. Eventually he stopped, set his knives down and turned to me.



Cassowary: “It's like this kid. To be a warrior you gotta’ face your enemies head on. You gotta’ have the guts to charge into the face of danger and go up against insurmountable odds. You gotta’ be prepared to do whatever it takes to come out on top and show them what you're made of. Don't show any fear or any mercy.”

It threw me off guard to hear such a speech from someone like Cassowary, then again, I always thought of him as being very wise underneath his gruff exterior. Once the words sunk in I started to ponder them. The first things that stood out to me was not showing mercy and doing “whatever it takes”, I was certain I didn't agree with that. But there had to be some truth in the parts about charging head on into danger and proving myself.

Phil: “Huh, well put.” I said before checking the time on my comlink.



Phil: “I better get going I got somewhere to be.” I said apologetically.

Cassowary: “See ya’. Oh, I suggest you take the back way. Ya’ know, avoid any unnecessary… confrontations.”

Phil: “Yeah, I was planning on doing that.”



Most of The Talons didn't exactly like me, me being a GI and all. That's why I did like Cassowary said and went the way that led out through the cargo bay. Once there, I was going to hop on my hover-bike and head back to my ship. Before I could do that I was distracted by a sight I hadn't seen in years, my old ship.



I walked over to it and sentimentally slid my hand across it's metal siding. It may have been a piece of garbage but it was faster than any GI starfighter.

“Hey! You!” Someone called, pulling me out of my nostalgia. “Hands off my ship!” I turned and saw Hawk coming towards me.

Phil: “Oh. Hey Hawk.” I said before turning back to *my* ship.



Hawk: “Step away. This does not belong to you any more!” He said upon reaching me.

So I guess along with getting my old job of smuggler he also got my ship. Wonderful.

Phil: “Relax, will ya.” I said, trying to get him off my back.

Hawk: “Now you look here.” He said, grabbing me along with me attention.

Hawk: “The boss may trust you, but I don't. You Imperial dogs are all alike. You can't be trusted! One more thing, I don't ever want to see you touching my ship again, or there will be consequences. Now get out of my sight!” He finished, shoving me away.



Yikes. What was his problem? While mounting my hover-bike I prayed a silent prayer to God for Hawk, he needed God’s help more than I did. With one last glance at Hawk, I put on my helmet and sped away.

Location: The Raptor




After a quick stop at a market for some supplies I zoomed into the back of my ship. The vehicle whined as I came screeching to a halt.



I removed my helmet and coughed at the cloud of dust I had stirred up. All of the sudden I heard another irritating, mechanical whine. But this time it wasn’t my bike...

Threepio: “Master Phil! I just swept! Did you really have to bring in all this dust?”

I rolled my eyes and replied,

Phil: “Sorry, next time I’ll stop right outside the door and slowly drive in.” I said sarcastically.

Threepio: “Thank you very much.” He was never good at picking up on sarcasm.

I just rolled my eyes. I had decided to be patient with Threepio, he too had helped me recover from my broken leg, we’d actually grown closer, which was a little weird. I had never been friends with a droid before. That is if you don’t count Maddie. I don’t, she has more personality than any droid or AI I’ve ever met, and more attitude.



Phil: “Maddie, could you set us a course for Qoter?” I was gonna’ have her fly the ship there so I could do my devotions on the way.

Maddie: “Can’t you do it? I’m kinda’ busy right now.” She said, sounding agitated.

I was not happy with her tone, but I decided not to get upset… Yet.

Phil: “Busy with what?”

Maddie: “Stuff.” She snapped.

Now I was getting angry. It were time like these where I almost wished she were like normal AI’s who would do what you said without question. But, of course, I liked Maddie the way she was.



Phil: “Maddie, I asked you once, don’t make me ask again.” I said, trying to be firm.

There was silence for a second. The ship started up and I knew she had given in.

Maddie: “Fine. I was just finishing anyway...” She said, still crabbily, but I decided to let it go.



Threepio: “You know Phil, I don’t think you deserve to have to put up with her. I would never dream of talking to you that way.” He said, innocently.

Phil: “Uh, thanks. But don’t be a kiss-up.” I told him bluntly.

Once we were cruising and it was “safe to move about the cabin” I went into the other room to get my father’s Bible.



I opened it up to the bookmark and started reading Acts 7, where I had left off. I read through most of it unenthusiastically, to tell the truth. But I stopped at the last verse. It read, “Then he fell on his knees and cried out, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he had said this, he fell asleep.” I began to think about all the wicked people and criminals in this system. Despite their sin, they were still God-created humans, right?

Threepio: “I’ll never understand it.” Threepio said quietly, though, not quietly enough to completely wreck my train of thought.



Phil: “Understand what, Threepio?” I asked, even though I felt like the answer was inconsequential.

Threepio: “Oh, nothing. It just seems so strange that you believe in something you can’t see.”

It was gonna’ be one of those conversations. Then something occurred to me.

Phil: “You trust in the GI council, right?”

Threepio: “Why, of course. Why wouldn’t I….” He trailed off, realizing what I was getting at.

Phil: “Have you seen the GI council?” I probed.



Threepio just stood there mumbling to himself, I was worried that I caused him to overload for a second. Eventually he just walked away saying, “I’ll never understand it...”

Once I finished my devotions I still had a good 7 hours until we reached Qoter for my report to Cmd. Diamond. I really could use a warp drive, but unless I suddenly became very rich, or a space engineer, neither of those were happening anytime soon.



With not much else to do, I pulled out a small controller and powered up my holo-console. I navigated to an app titled “NES-SNES Classics” and began playing. Every time I played this I was surprised by how fun it was for a game system that was over a hundred years old. Besides, I got it cheap and it beat being bored. Eventually, though, I got tired of videogames and decided to just take a nap.

Location: Qoter




When I woke up we had arrived at Qoter, I must’ve been really tired or something. Travelling through space can seriously mess up your sense of time. Anyway, I was here for another one of my meetings with Commander Diamond. Though, he had been moved to a new office since I had last reported. His new office was nice and all, but I couldn't help but miss George, especially with this building’s secretary…



Rozalin: “You forgot to file your paperwork last time.” She said staring a clipboard in her hand. Her voice was deep and raspy and sounded not unlike nails on a chalkboard.

Phil: “Uh, you didn’t give me any paperwork.”

Rozalin looked up and squinted at me.

Rozalin: “Oh, thought you were someone else...” She mumbled while glaring at me.

I avoided her gaze as she stared for a second or two more.

Rozalin: “Well, Commander Diamond is ready for you. He’s on the 42nd floor in office B4.”

I thanked her and turned around, then I realized I had no idea where that was. I almost asked Rozalin for help but decided against it, thinking I’d rather wander around the building than interact with her.



It took me longer than it should have, but I finally found office B4. I went inside and was surprised to see this office was missing the usual uniform, white style of your average GI office. In front of the strangely green window stood Cmd. Diamond just staring off into space. Seriously, what is with Imperial officers and dramatically staring out the window? What is he even thinking? Does he just stand there whenever he knows I’m coming? I was about to clear my throat or something to let him I’d arrived when he saw me in the reflection of the convex glass and turned to greet me.



Cmd. Diamond: “Hello, Private Phil. Take a seat.” He said, like he always does.

I did thusly.

Phil: “So… what's with the new office? It doesn't look very GI.”

Cmd. Diamond: “That's because this building was not designed for the Imperium Military. In fact, this building was designed for members within the Imperial Intelligence.”

Phil: “You mean the IIA?” I asked, thinking back to Will and Arthur.

Cmd. Diamond: “This was before the time of the IIA, I'm afraid. In any case, we mustn’t waste time discussing interior design.” He said, moving on from the topic.

Diamond is not one to waste time and now was no exception.



Cmd. Diamond: “Let’s just get to why I scheduled this meeting.” He said in his usual “Imperium General” voice.

Phil: “Yeah I was wondering that, myself.”

Cmd. Diamond: “Well, as a matter of fact, you are here to receive a promotion.”

Phil: “Another one?” I said, shocked.

I mean, a promotion is technically a good thing, but it seemed like I got one just last week--And I hadn’t even wanted it then.

Cmd. Diamond: “Yes.” He said, seeming slightly offended by my reaction.

Cmd. Diamond: “Believe it or not, your little stunt with Mr. Nantucket attracted the attention of some high-ranking officials in the Imperium and it has been decided that you are now a Corporal.”

Phil: “Corporal huh?” I asked. This was starting to get a little ridiculous.

Cmd. Diamond: “Well, technically. You are still a bit of a special case. While you have more authority your duties shall remain the same for the time being.”

I didn’t say anything, but he could tell I wasn’t pleased with my new position.

Cmd. Diamond: “Look, Phil,” He said, but not in an angry way, or even in his usual dignified voice.

I looked up and realized he was looking me right in the eye.

Cmd. Diamond: “This war… It’s not about you.

I knew that… didn't I?

Cmd. Diamond: “It’s about sacrifice. Putting others’ needs before your own. Making the hard choice for the greater good. Again, it's not about you, it's about everyone else.”

This speech seemed awfully similar to the one Cassowary gave earlier, but Diamond really did have a point. Beyond that, this speech was unlike anything I ever heard from an Imperium officer.

Phil: “Huh.” I said simply, at a loss for words.

Diamond recognized this and told me that would be all for today and that I was free to leave. When I was about to step out the door I turned around.



Phil: “Hey Commander?”

He looked up.

Cmd. Diamond: “Yes?”

I paused a moment.

Phil: “Thanks.”

Without giving him time to respond “What for?” I left. Leaving him alone in his office.



After a moment or two he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out an old picture. He longingly stared at it remembering the “good ol’ days”. But he also realized what secrets this single photo held and what impact it could make on Phil's life as a whole.



Cmd. Diamond: “You’re quite welcome.”

-End Transmission-



Finally, an episode that isn't very rushed and I can actually take some pride in. After this I think I might actually do those league builds I keep saying I will do… Maybe.

Credits:

Reception room-My brother

Rozalin-Jack Brickton

Cmd. Diamonds office-I took inspiration from these builds and their respective builders: http://www.moc-pages.com/moc.php/380006 http://www.moc-pages.com/moc.php/393569



Comments

 I made it 
  February 12, 2018
Quoting The Supreme Soggy Overlord of Moles and Moist Melons Hey, I was just readin' Acts 7 the other day. And aw yeah, the NES! My dad bought an NES Advantage. It's super hard to use, though. My favorite consel is either, the N64, NES, or Game CUbe. Both Wiis suck, and the Switch is overpriced! Anyways, I loved the pictures! You did a good job with character devoplment, i would say, at least. I'm not so good. Do you have any tips?
I have played a few NES and N64 games myself. But on virtual console and such. I gotta' say, we quite enjoy our Wii. Wether or not it sucks by some standards, it's brought us much fun and good times. I do not have an opinion on the WiiU though since we never had one of those. As for the switch... Mario Odyssey is just too stickin' fun! :P Though, I think we all wish it were cheaper. About tips... Uh, I dunno'. My stories seem to write themselves most of the time. The best piece of advice I can think to offer you is to pray for inspiration. Reading books and other people's stories is another good way to improve, though.
 I like it 
  February 10, 2018
Actually, the Dad, if it is the Dad, looks a lot like Boba.:P
 I like it 
  February 8, 2018
Hey, I was just readin' Acts 7 the other day. And aw yeah, the NES! My dad bought an NES Advantage. It's super hard to use, though. My favorite consel is either, the N64, NES, or Game CUbe. Both Wiis suck, and the Switch is overpriced! Anyways, I loved the pictures! You did a good job with character devoplment, i would say, at least. I'm not so good. Do you have any tips?
 I made it 
  February 8, 2018
Quoting --R.K. Blast-- Great episode! Nice builds, nice writing, nice job! I like the mysterious photograph; that seems very familiar. ;) haha. Your points have been added! --Blast--
Thanks! Yeah, I guess it would be. :P
 I like it 
  February 8, 2018
Great episode! Nice builds, nice writing, nice job! I like the mysterious photograph; that seems very familiar. ;) haha. Your points have been added! --Blast--
 I made it 
  February 8, 2018
Quoting Winslow "Whit" Wadsworth Whittier The Wise™ i bet Dimond's the father. but that would only make sense if that was the father in the back of the photo, because that was obviously a young Phil, and possibly his mother? Or some other relative, like an uncle, because the photo plus the red hair obviously equals a connection.xP I also like the allusion in the title.;) This was a great episode! Keep up the good work!
It's good to see someones over-analyzing this. Though, you'll have to wait and see. (Just as a warning, this might not be revisited for awhile. So don't hold your breath. :P )
 I like it 
  February 8, 2018
i bet Dimond's the father. but that would only make sense if that was the father in the back of the photo, because that was obviously a young Phil, and possibly his mother? Or some other relative, like an uncle, because the photo plus the red hair obviously equals a connection.xP I also like the allusion in the title.;) This was a great episode! Keep up the good work!
Philip Pip9766
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  February 7, 2018
Another Amazing episode, Pip! This was a really good part, with all the references and set-ups! Really great job, buddy! ~G~
 I like it 
  February 7, 2018
Well written! I liked the office, and I'm a sucker for Kermunklin themed work. Very nice!
 I like it 
  February 7, 2018
Great stuff, as always! Really like Commander Diamond's part and the Kermunk' inspired office. Also, it was interesting to see another character besides Dustin reading the Bible. Awesome! Look forward to the next one!
 I like it 
  February 7, 2018
Great episode and great builds! And another mysterious family photograph thing lol looks like Diamond may know a thing or two more than he's letting on..
 
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