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My Story - The BASAR

Posted by OneWhoListens - May 2nd, 2008


Johnny Cats hurried down the echoing corridor. He didn't know why he'd been
summoned so urgently by the Minister of War, and frankly, he didn't care, but it wouldn't do to be late. No, not at all. The Minister was not one to be fooled with.
Panting, he reached the right door, marked "Conference Room - War". Taking a second to collect
himself, he pushed open the solid metal door and strode in. The Minister turned to face Cats.
"Come in", he said. "Sit down."
Along with the Minister and Cats, there were two other minor officials of war matters present.
The both bowed slightly in greeting, then returned to their seats. Once all were seated, the
Minister began.
"As you know, gentlemen, this war we fight has been carrying on far too long. We have suffered
far too many casualties already."
Cats sighed to himself. He knew quite well. Everyone knew; the war was not humble in who it
affected. It had been dragging on for years, nearly a decade. Millions of men had died from
this conflict. But it was a necessary war. The galaxy had known order for many a century under
their current system, and now a small but powerful military organization calling themselves the
Ziggerath Military Galaxy, or ZIG, threatened to oust the current leaders. They aimed to
replace a peaceful, democratic system with a militaristic tyranny. And they were doing a good
job of carrying out their threats.
The Minister of War continued, waking Cats from his thoughts.
"Both our sides have been fairly evenly matched so far, and recently we have reached something
of a temporary standoff. But temporary it was. Apparently, ZIG was just buying time. We have
learned that they have developed a secret new technology which they call the BASAR. BASAR
stands for 'Break Atomic Seals Automated Redesign', which essentially does what its confusing
title says. It breaks down cohesion at the atomic level, and reconstructs it based on previous
command into something new. It's currently still in its early stages, but the newest stable
model is capable of transforming a pile of dust into a working weapon, or vice versa. One of
our best intelligence operatives was at the recent testing, he saw it with his own eyes."
"That technology could be devastating!", somebody exclaimed. "It could completely alter the
balance of power in this war!"
"Exactly", responded the Minister. "That is why it is so important that we seize immediate
control of this new weapon. At the moment they only have three of them, but their plans are to
make dozens more in the very close future. We must strike immediately.
"All three of these machines are being held at one location, fortunately. What is unfortunate
is that it is a well-maintained and defended facility. It would be foolish to assault them.
Even if we succeeded, they would have ample time to remove the devices.
"What we are going to do is send a small stealth team of highly trained soldiers in, with the
intention of capturing the BASAR from our enemy. Cats, I'm putting you in charge of this
operation. You are perhaps our most highly trained soldier, and while I would ordinarily never
put you at risk, this is an extraordinary situation. You will take six of the best soldiers you
can find along with you, equip yourselves, penetrate the base, and retrieve the BASAR. These
two officials and I will be ready to help you with anything we can. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Then get moving."
An hour and a half later, seven soldiers, Cats among them, stood ready by a stealth shuttle's
doors, preparing for departure.
"I don't need to tell you that the future of this war, even the entire galaxy, depends on you
and your men," said the Minister, standing nearby.
"No, sir", said Cats, "I don't suppose you do."
Both men shook their heads ruefully. Cats paused a moment, then slid into the shuttle, followed
by his men. Final preparations were made, and then the shuttle rocketed off into the distance.
"There it is, sir, I see it."
"Thank you, McKensley. Everyone, let's get ready for this."
They all unslung their short rifles, clicked the safeties off, fixed their light armor.
"All right, you all know the plan. From now on, we'll maintain absolute silence."
Cats' men nodded tersely.
Donning space helmets, they got out grappling hooks and opened the shuttles doors. The enemy
base loomed in front of them, projecting from the hard rock of a modified asteroid. They set
their sights on the main doors of the base, and let loose with their grappling hooks. As soon
as they felt the tug, they let the hooks pull them through space straight to the doors.
The giant doors of the station rose in front of them, thick metal spreading in all directions.
They snuck to the center of the doors, using a combination of stealth instruments and
interrupting lasers to stay off of sensors.
Cats' soldiers knew what to look for. After only a few moments, they found the circuit that
maintained the electromagnetic lock on the doors. One soldier slapped a bot on it. The
miniature worker soon found the circuit, and got to work interrupting it. A moment later, the
giant doors separated with a his. The soldiers carefully entered the station, using the bot
once more to close the door behind them.
Once in, they made short work of finding the room where the BASAR were kept. Inside, eight
armed guards patrolled the perimeter of the machines. Cats and his men lay prone on the catwalk
above and raised their rifles. A silent moment later, the eight ZIG guards lay on the floor,
dead. Two of Cats' soldiers skirted in front, using the same techniques as before to carefully
fool the sensors in the room. The other soldiers jumped down from the catwalk and ran over to
the machines. Cats nodded. These were the ones, the BASAR, just as the Minister had described
them. Quickly, they slapped locators on the machines. Moments later, there was a soft hum as
the three BASAR disappeared from the room, instantly teleported halfway across the galaxy to a
secure location near the Minister of War's offices.
Cats sighed with relief. Their mission was accomplished. They had done what they had come to
do, and done it well. Now nothing else mattered. It was time for some fun. Using the map the
Minister's assistants had provided, Cats strode through the building toward another room,
backed up by his soldiers. He didn't care how many sensors he tripped, how many alarms he set
off. As people came running, his soldier shot them down. Sure, they would be overwhelmed soon,
but this would only take a minute, and would feel so sweet. They had the BASAR, after all, he
could do what he wanted now.
Cats reached his destination, a room marked 'Office Headquarters'. Forcefully he kicked open
the door, then strode in. A dozen or more high officials were seated in the room. They started
at his entrance and turned in shock.
Well, I needn't tell you word for word what went on in that room. A simple portion of a
transcript recording the event will suffice:

JAN/31/2101AD - Recorded transcript
Cats: How are you gentlemen !!
Cats: All your BASAR belong to us.
End Transcript


Comments

I don't see the themes

Nice play on words at the end, but like the others have said, I didn't see use of the themes provided. Good story, though.

Judged, want my comments PM

Read your story. Keeping detailed notes for final judgement at end of month.

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