[Planet Vulcan, Stardate 239811.29]
It had been three months since the Romulans had started their war against them. Three months since his beautiful wife and his loving parents were brutally murdered by the savage creatures in the cowardly surprize attack. Nikolai was a mess at this time. Ever since he had heard the news of his family's death he had climbed into a vodka bottle and not come up for air. Once he was a man of quick and charming wit, easily at home with jokes and smiles. Now his was dead in side a great pit of emptiness spread all throughout his body and no matter how much he drank he could not fill it.
He looked out the window of the shuttlecraft as the massive fleets battled above the firey planet of Vulcan. The sight of the glittering green ships of the Romulan Empire ignited a small spark within his soul. His deadened feelings slowly came back to life as a Federation Cruiser exploded in a massive cloud of debris and the Warbird soared through it onto it's next target. Each passing second caused another wave of feelings to build in the Russian man.
Gripping his rifle tight he stood with the other Marines in the counter invasion army. He looked at them all, each man ready to fight and die for the liberation of Vulcan. Nikolai couldn't bring himself to care about the Philosphers and scientists of this barren and dead world, no what drew him here was the chance for revenge. The sound of the word in his head sparked his emotions alive even more, the only emotion he could feel, Hatered.
The Shuttle buffeted as the Romulan Anit-air postions lit up the dark sky. Soon he would be on the ground, soon he could kill Romulans. He tightened his belt and his dead eyes leveled toward the ramp of the shuttlecraft. Nikolai would be in the first brutal wave of soldiers to match against the Romulan ground forces, they were told their chances were slim. He dreamed the night before the invasion of dieing with his hands around a Romulan's throat together they would arrive in hell tareing the flesh from each other, He welcomed it.
The Shuttle landed hard and within two seconds the door exploded open and the Marines poured out of the shuttle. Their bannor held high, the Nemisis brigade they were called, named after the goddess of divine retribution and vengeance. It fitted what was in his heart, They were the holy avengers come to wipe the dark taint of the damned from this hellish world. The blistering heat washed over the Marines as the ran out, Heat and the glowing green and white blasts of Romulan Distruptor fire.
The Brigade were landing in a hot zone and the Romulans were as deadly as they were devious. From elevated postions they were raining death down on the Starfleet warriors. But after a few seconds when all the shuttles had landed and the Marines spread out taking cover. Wave after wave of Federation fightercraft poured down from the Starships above and bombarded the Romulan postions without mercy.
As soon as the fights had cleared the path the Marines flooded out of their cover and surged foward like an unstoppable juggernaught toward the dazed Romulan Soldiers. All around him the soldiers were screaming their battle cries fireing into the masses of olive green bodies, Nikolai remained silent as the grave only the sound of his labored breathing to reach his ears. He lept up over one of the entrenchments and down onto two stunnded Romulan soldiers. He raised his rifle and brought it down on the frist one's bleeding skull sending him to the ground. The other Romulan got a kick to the chest so hard that it nearly toppled Nikolai back down to the ground as he felt the mans sternum crush.
As soon as the Romulans hit the ground now doubly stunned Nikolai pulled his combat Knife and lept down plundgeing it deep into the nearest fallen solider's throat. Over and over again he stabbed as chunks of olive skin and dark coppery green blood washed over his hands and face. Only after the fiftith stroke down of the blade did Nikolai turn toward the other Romulan on the ground. She was a pretty thing in the face but compleatly hidden by her Gai'Shan uniform.
Nikolai slammed down on top of her pressing his thumbs down so hard into her eyes that he felt them Rupture under his power. All of the built up rage and hatred flowed out of him into these creatures. He contenued to press down on her ignoreing he cries of pain until he felt her skull cave in under him. With a sickly sucking noise he removed his hands from the Romulan woman's eye sockets, yellowy green gore littering his hands. He retrinved his rifle and hurried after his unit.
[Twenty hours of Horror later]
The battle had raged on forever it seemed and the Romulans were falling back. Whoever couldn't return to a ship were being captured as prisoners of war. Nikolai stood on the body of his last kill a powerful Romulan commando who had savagely cut the Russian's face. The pain was a minor annoyance in the back of Nikolai's mind. His main thoughts were on that empty hole in the center of his being. It felt diffrent now no longer a cold empty space. Each Romulan he had killed filled it more and more, leaveing a warm heated feeling of hatred in his heart.
It was a hollow feeling having the space that once held Arie in it filled by the dead shattered faces of the Romulans, but at least it was a feeling. Nikolai reached down and removed the knife lodged in the Romulan commando's heart and proceeded to cut the thing's ears off. A small reminder of the many bodies he was responsable for on this day. They would be his medal of valor, his merit of courage. But he would keep the secret from the rest of the Marines least they think he had lost his mind. He wasn't ready for that yet, there were still more Romulans to kill. It was all he had left in the galaxy.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Marine Captian Nikolai Chernienko.
Platoon Leader.
USS Charon.(Then of the USS Bismark)
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