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Diary of a Dewiek Alpha

Diary of a Dewiek Alpha

I taste blood in my mouth and combined with the strong feelings of my pack are enough to fuel my rage. The floor is now slick, not just with my blood I am pleased to note. My opponent has taken a step back and is hunched. He is not letting me up, no, he is also badly winded and a rent above his eye is causing a fold of skin to droop, giving him poor field of vision down one side. This was a gift from the last of my proxies now dead. He was my best friend and had served me loyally for years.

I lunge forward but at the last instant roll to his blinded side though take a slash down the leg. The pain is intense and I feel the backlash from the pack as they too suffer the effects relish it even. He turns to face, though I anticipate and carry on the roll, coming to my feet and still largely in beyond his field of vision. I slash twice, though this is incidental as my fangs sink deep into his neck and I immediately bite down choking him and swallowing back blood.


I have misjudged. The surprise is as much a shock to the pack as to me. Somehow he faked his weariness, offered his blindside and drew me in. His fist digs deep into my stomach, slashing muscle and tendons while he pivots, using his superior bulk to slam me into the ground. It is at this point I feel the pack withdrawing, the bond weakening as it becomes obvious to all that they have a new alpha. The pain of losing the pack is both deeper and longer lasting than any of the blows delivered in the fight.

Glassin could have ripped out my heart and feasted on it. He should have as I was unwilling to submit to being subordinate. Maybe it was his underhand tactic or maybe I have been hanging around humans too long. Either way I reject the call of the Nation until I have had my revenge

Recovery from the injuries and finding a ship with crew on Janth have kept me planet bound for longer than I have ever known. I have found a few willing to be my new pack. Back as captain on Darkbreath I would not have tolerated them, though I find that I cannot be choosy. Some are experienced and all have a great many scars, though I note that many are in the back or likely suffered in a submissive position.

It proves to be more than three years before I encounter Glassin again. During this time I have gained something of a reputation as a reiver, hitting the trade trails. While I prefer to strike against human ships, I will take the occasional Nation vessel. The boarding is always up close and personal even if no more challenging. The pack has grown both in experience and I have personally disembowelled five of them, three in the first year, the last, more than six months ago. They have finally accepted me as alpha. The crew complement also includes a few humans recruited on one of the fragmented ring sections where the Nation patrols very little.

I heard that the Blackbreath, still commanded by Glassin has been spotted in the system. This gives me that strong memory of his blood and I start to salivate in anticipation. The pack picks up on my emotions and I am able to drive them much harder than I have previously though the humans seem somewhat puzzled at the noticeable change in temperament amongst the pack.

At the last moment the pack dons their helmets, long after the humans and other aliens have fully sealed. This cuts of the bond, producing a hollow feeling at the back of the head and a palpable chill, smothering most of the rage.
It is a matter of pride that I lead the boarding against the Blackbreath not for me the over viewing of the action from the bridge.

We quickly cross the gap and as we do I see the massive tears in my ship caused by the broadsides of Darkbreath. We hit the main cargo doors and a few lesser airlocks together, firing detonation charges when we are within a few metres. The defenders attempt to repel, firing through murder-holes surrounding the main hatch.
Sufficient entry points are made across the cargo bays that we are able to gain access, though the price is high. I leap over the bodies of three my pack that have died taking fire that would have ended me. I will mourn them later, for now revenge is on my mind. To this end, I make an open broadcast demanding Glassin face me. This also gives the defenders reason to pause. My presence has shaken them and helmeted they cannot gain strength from the rest of the pack. A few actually draw back into cover. Not retreating, but also not pressing us, simply waiting either for new orders or a change in the situation.

It does not take long for Glassin to arrive, bringing with him his veterans. Their arrival is like a tsunami crashing into our forces and ripping through them. Thats when I leap from the side, grappling Glassin, spinning him and slashing with my suit talons. They tear into his exo-armour and leave rents and even cut through in places as I see sealant bubbling out as we slide across the decking. His blaster has been knocked from his hands and though still attached by lanyard, he seems disinclined to use it, instead activating his own suit talons. We are again on our feet and charge, raking and clawing with brutality and no little skill. I quickly learn that he is slower, or at least I am faster, though this time I know it may be a trick and I keep slashing and clawing rather than going for the kill. Maybe he realises this as his frustration is clearly rising at the quantity of slashes that now cover his suit. His visor is also cracked in a few places. In desperation he grabs his blaster that by now has been auto-reeled back to his arm and mag-locked.



Thats when he goes down in a hail of fire. His pack, content to let us fight it out claw on claw do not tolerate him using ranged weapons. All I cam think was that even though he is alpha, he had not properly bonded with the pack. Maybe the edge he got in personal combat from keeping himself aloof meant that the pack were not as willing to die for him. My arrival and challenge made them realise what they were missing. I am angry that I didnt tear his heart from his chest and consider charging the ones that have gunned him down. Thats when I see him move. They have not killed him, rather they have destroyed his gun and staggered him.

I also note that pressure has returned to the bay as blood is flowing freely from a number of gashes in both our suits but not boiling. This is confirmed by an icon on my suit visor. I rip my helmet off and immediately feel my pack but also the slight tendrils of the old one as they recognise me and instinctively start to bond. I snarl and let out howl of triumph.

Glassin is not finished yet as we grapple, slash and bite.

Around us, the fight is quickly over and the pack old and new gather to watch the outcome though few are in any doubt as to how it will end as both our suits are liberally covered in his blood. Finally I sink by fangs into Glassins throat, this time there is no trick and I feel his vertebrae crunch. I give a little, avoiding the bones and fully bite down while pulling away. I spit the bloody gobbet of flesh and again howl my triumph over his corpse. This is taken up throughout the ship - acknowledgement that the new captain is on board.



 
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Meklan Unleashed on Mobile Bay

Mad Dewiek scientist Dr Kala released a number of Meklan on the busy world of Mobile Bay in the Yank system. Thousands of civilians have been killed in what is treated by DEN warlords as an amusing practical joke. Rather than take any responsibility for their affiliation’s reckless behaviour, a DEN lord rumoured to be half-meklan himself quipped he would nuke the planet whilst another merely saw it as an opportunity to test some of his greener troops in combat. Surprisingly, the KAS planetary defence force was up to the job of repelling the insidious incursion. Questions remain whether further meklan are stored elsewhere on the planet and whether anybody will challenge the Dewiek’s lack of care for the lives of innocents. Probably not, given how even the mighty IMP are now cowering from a fight with the DEN (see inside this edition).


 
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Who is behind the AFA?

Following the large scale holiday attack by the AFA against the FET the question of who is behind the attacks has been raised once again. What is clear is that the AFA is using ships that were transferred from the GTT to the IMP. The organisation and expertise of the operation also reduces the pool of potential candidates. Few can go from commanding a handful of broadswords to half a thousand warships and significant army logistics without a long stint in one of the more combative affiliations. With the DEN’s allies the HEX in close relations with the FET and no recent history of animosity between the aliens and FET, at least since the departure of former one-eye big-bun Norozov, it would be a bizarre turn of events if they were behind these attacks. Frankly, there’s no point dancing around it. The IMP are clearly behind the AFA. The question is what can anybody do about this move of significant Imperial resources to a black-flag agency?


 
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Fox Effects Fantastic Turnaround

With his feet barely under the table, Xavier Fox has managed to dramatically turn things around at the GTT. With year-on-year sales figures up by 23%, manufacturing up 42% and ship production increased by 36%, the megacorporation is running at full steam with noticeable impact on local economies across the Stellar Empire. Political analysts also note that after a period of retrenchment following the disastrous leadership of Ike Krieger, investment in defence is at a five-year high. After such bullish growth, the trick will be for Mr. Fox to recruit C-level executives fast enough to match his ambitions. It is notable in temperament, the current crop of GTT politicals do not exhibit the monomaniacal xenophobia of their predecessors and have resisted repeated provocations by the DEN to enter a pointless spar before they have re-established superiority against the foolhardy aliens.


 
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Felini flounder in Winter against superior Dewiek forces

The FEL have managed to get their asses kicked by the DEN yet again after provoking the definitely “not cute or cuddly” Dewiek in the Crossley system. The furry punching bags had bought a civilian flagged outpost in the system, without permission or under certain conditions depending on who you ask, and then had the gall to reinforce this error by positioning warships in orbit. The famously patient warlord Halvor did not buy the story these heavy hull armed ships were merely transports and sent a pack to clear the orbit. The mouthy yet green Felini fleet commander Pr'prz fancied his chances against what looked like a light complement of DEN warships and ordered his own warships to engage in the neighbouring Winter system. The result was predictably a wipe out of the FEL forces consisting of forty-seven capital warships at no loss to the DEN. Once again, a series of calamitous decision making resulted in Felini lives being wasted by a leadership barely fit to clean a litter tray. The otherwise untested Halvor can now claim some victory ale although with his penchant for picking on creatures as weak as Gracians, it’s not exactly clear how much glory this new breed of Dewiek warrior can claim against the legends of old.


 
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Dastardly Dewiek Disregard Yank Neutrality

The governor of a MRC outpost in the Yank system reports that a 400-hull DEN warship called Grey Hunter Axiom entered orbit of Spritzer and opened fire with weapons of mass destruction (WoMD) against a platform, outpost, ground party and ship. Reports indicate significant casualties to Kastorian personnel both in space and on the ground. The KAS Junta is gruffly warning, with a slightly indifferent air, that everybody better stay out of the sector of the outpost for their own health. It is unclear what measures the KAS have or will take against the DEN on this matter. Such a breach of Yank neutrality has in the past caused the Dewiek to froth at the bit against the Empire for their disregard of ‘civilised’ norms. Their current silence on this matter speaks volumes.


 
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Yenni-bodies Pirates?

A PIR outpost was miraculously discovered by an IMP freighter, of all things, in the Yanni system with several Javelin class warships in orbit. After noticing the IMP freighter and seeing the public post by Jack Jones on subspace, the PIR decided to flee and leave a combined force of IMP and FET forces to capture the outpost. A brain damaged three-year old commentator who still believed in the goodness of people and Santa Claus was quick to commend the IMP on their good work, dismissing those who thought it no more than a convenient clearing up operation signifying* completion of operations in the nearby FET claimed systems of Graydown, Canth and Onissian by IMP puppet Edward Lowe. Meanwhile, the Wolf Lord Lyceum summed up the view of many when he screamed, “What is this amateur b*llshit?” into an uncaring universe.


 
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Crowe Coups Self

The IMP Viceroy Tiberius Crowe has finally achieved something in his unremarkable tenure by relinquishing even the semblance of wearing big boy pants and instead, appointed Jack Jones as Patrol Commissioner, salty spokesperson and policy maker for the Empire. Crowe will now join CIA Director Laton in riding the special bus to work where the two of them will enjoy long pleasant afternoons sipping cups of tea. Actually, just tepid fruit-scented water as neither of them can be fully trusted with a hot kettle. Occasionally, they might be visited by equally dynamic war “veteran” Admiral Bridge to enjoy mimes presenting the latest comics from the Howl. Meanwhile, Jones is putting pressure on the FET and will soon no doubt find a pretext to deploy his vast mercenary forces against anyone else who is seen working too closely with his most hated of enemies, the HEX.


 
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Highlord Aadolf Loses Control As Dewiek Break Peace Treaty

Around one hundred DEN warships have launched an attack on a small GTT destroyer squadron of forty ships in the Daggern system. Two GTT ships were destroyed and another fifteen suffered noticeable damage. CEO Xavier Fox issued a restrained but angry statement demanding the DEN explain themselves. Highlord Aadolf’s buffoon-like response amounted to “Dewiek be Dewiek, let’s drink and forget about it.” Cold comfort for the dead crew onboard the GTT ships and their families. Especially, as seems likely at this time, the Empire will settle for some bloody money instead of retribution.


 
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The Worm Turns

The FET have reduced relations with the IMP to neutral. Sneezy boss Cu Chulainn took the bold step of putting 1 and 1 together by linking recent mercenary attacks in their systems with the IMP scouts seen loitering for some time and refusing to move. Even bolder, hints that they believe “a certain Imperial citizen” is responsible for Edward Lowe’s entire underhand operation were voiced loudly enough that the handsome but hard of hearing Tiberius Crowe had to take note. He was seen grappling in trademark fashion with his skin tight jacket, pulling it down over his partially concealed middle-aged girth, as he sat to issue a terse public statement. Exactly who this citizen may be was left unnamed and no news channel subject to Imperial laws would dare unmask the villain. Luckily dear readers, we are not subject to phony Imperial laws. It’s Jack Jones everybody. Jack Jones, butcher of Naplians and fancier of silver long johns.


 

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