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The Real Tim Rayzor; Once in a galaxy long long before the PW
Topic Started: Jun 28 2006, 11:33 AM (726 Views)
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Man, if its not one thing it's another. Jeez that really sucks for them.
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The True Tale of Tim Rayzor Part VIII

It was a sad sight to see. The Raidercore I had created was pretty much in ruins. Instead of the looming stylistic skyscrapers separated by the most beautiful parks in known space there were now huge slum areas where people lived in poverty. It would take decades to rebuild after we had kicked out the Alliance, but I knew it would be done. I had the resolve, and my people did. It started with small sabotage runs, and those who did it were impossible to track down in the huge slum quarters, especially since everybody would cover up for each other. So it came as no suprise that the Allies started looking for me after a while.

I was actually caught the very first day they were looking for me. A darn traitor had been blinded by the promise of quick cash and led them to me. I was sentenced to death, but was quickly bailed out by some still loyal people. Anyway, this made me go into hiding, relying only on my most trusted subjects to bring out plans for new attacks. Yes, attacks. This was slowly moving towards an armed rebellion, you couldn't talk your way out of oppression, I knew that much from experience. Hopefully this would be the last time, and hopefully not too much data was lost on the Transcendii project.

As the rebellion grew in size the Alliance sent in reinforcements, and brutally repressed it. They mocked me for not daring to show myself, but I didn't care, I needed to stay alive to make my dream come true. But now it was back to sabotage, planting bombs on outgoing ships, assasination of high-ranking officials, disruption of communication, and so on. We would not allow them any extra commodities, and again our people were impossible to track down. After a while we started surgical strikes against key Alliance sites, and we even managed to blow up their governmental building. After 11 years of this they finally gave up and left. I hadn't expected it to be so easy, but clearly they had finally figured out that keeping Raidercore cost too much.
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The True Tale of Tim Rayzor Part VIII

It was a sad sight to see. The Raidercore I had created was pretty much in ruins. Instead of the looming stylistic skyscrapers separated by the most beautiful parks in known space there were now huge slum areas where people lived in poverty. It would take decades to rebuild after we had kicked out the Alliance, but I knew it would be done. I had the resolve, and my people did. It started with small sabotage runs, and those who did it were impossible to track down in the huge slum quarters, especially since everybody would cover up for each other. So it came as no suprise that the Allies started looking for me after a while.

I was actually caught the very first day they were looking for me. A darn traitor had been blinded by the promise of quick cash and led them to me. I was sentenced to death, but was quickly bailed out by some still loyal people. Anyway, this made me go into hiding, relying only on my most trusted subjects to bring out plans for new attacks. Yes, attacks. This was slowly moving towards an armed rebellion, you couldn't talk your way out of oppression, I knew that much from experience. Hopefully this would be the last time, and hopefully not too much data was lost on the Transcendii project.

As the rebellion grew in size the Alliance sent in reinforcements, and brutally repressed it. They mocked me for not daring to show myself, but I didn't care, I needed to stay alive to make my dream come true. But now it was back to sabotage, planting bombs on outgoing ships, assasination of high-ranking officials, disruption of communication, and so on. We would not allow them any extra commodities, and again our people were impossible to track down. After a while we started surgical strikes against key Alliance sites, and we even managed to blow up their governmental building. After 11 years of this they finally gave up and left. I hadn't expected it to be so easy, but clearly they had finally figured out that keeping Raidercore cost too much.

I commend you for finding the time to continue this. It's been almost a month and I've written maybe six lines. :cry 2:
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Thanks, your comments is what keeps me writing more. :)
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11 years is a long time for an ordinary human. Luckily I was not one. Still I considered myself lucky for my people to remain loyal through all those hardships, and the coming rebuilding of the once marvellous cities of Taerajen, Dubreke, Haldir, Crisfar and several others. The port of Gendele would be restored to its former glory so that the great cruise liners could once more sail across the sea to Isle Parisienne and back. Of course it was much quicker and even cheaper to just fly there, but then you missed out on the beautiful ports of Gendele and Port Parisienne, not to mention the most luxurious cruise liners in the known universe. When the rebuilding was done I would go on such a cruise just to enjoy the fruits of my work. Not only would Raidercore again become the planet with the highest standard of living, it would also be the most beautiful one, a triumph of human creativity.

Still there was the matter of the Homo Ascendii project. Most of the work that had went into it had been lost, so it had to start almost from scratch again. It was a setback, but I had all the time in the universe, so I could wait and make sure Raidercore kept on being the paradise I wanted it to be.

"A paradise" was the slogan of the campaign launched ten years later, when Raidercore was restored to its full glory to promote tourism. Rich people from the three big factions came here by the shiploads to view our beautiful world, so it worked. Extra cruise ships had to be built for the Gendele-Parisienne line to accommodate the sheer amount of upper-class people coming to enjoy my people's hard work. It also brought in a lot of hard needed cash. Up till then I had problems every year to balance the budget, now I could start saving up for bad times. But that was not the main reason I supported this campaign. As long as the high-ranking people of the other factions came here on holiday they would be less inclined to make war on us, since if they did they would probably destroy much of what they came here to enjoy. So with those two problems out of the way I could concentrate entirely on the Homo Transcendii project.
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The True Tale of Tim Rayzor Part X

War had broken out again. Only this time Raidercore wasn't in the center of it. Instead the planet became a gathering point for refugees. I couldn't very well refuse them entry, but the sheer masses of them was threatening to overload my already full planet. What was worse, the stream of tourists pretty much stopped. There was no time for holidays in times of war. Would the Earthlings ever give up their plans to take back what they thought of as theirs? If this war didn't end quickly I would be in trouble.

The war did stretch on, and even though Raidercore was far from the front lines we felt it. Raidercore's population increased by 50% due to the incoming refugees, and suddenly the planet couldn't handle the population anymore. Well, there was more than enough space for everybody, the problem was that Raidercore couldn't support the sheer mass of people. We had been close to the brink before the war, but now there wasn't enough production capacity to let everybody have the standard of living they were used to. This was a problem, a serious one. There was already a growing resentment towards the refugees, and lowering people's standards of living because of them wouldn't change that. Rather the opposite. I had a real dilemma on my hands, to keep Raidercore stable I couldn't cut down on the luxuries the people were used to, but I couldn't just tell the refugees to go home either.

Three years had passed, and millions of lives had been lost on both sides. I had to start rationing Raidercore's resources, a decision that was not very popular. There were daily demonstrations against it, and I feared a revolt. People's attention spans were so short... Why couldn't they see the bigger picture? I had spoiled them, that's what I had done, and now I was paying the price. The weeks went by, and the resentment grew more and more. I could almost feel and touch it, it was just a matter of time before blood would be spilt. And who would get the blame? I would, "because I couldn't keep law and order", which in turn would create even more resentment in a circle spiraling ever downwards. Damn those Earthlings! Why couldn't be satisfied with what they had?

The war was now in its fifth year and there was no end in sight. My beloved Raidercore had lost most of its glory due to angry mobs prowlong the streets looking for things to smash. I could understand their frustration, but still I didn't get why they didn't think about the consequences. What when the war finally was over? Wouldn't it be better to leave things alone so there would be less work to rebuild everything? How could one become so frustrated you lost all sense of rational thinking? Human stupidity never stopped amazing me. Still I knew it was just a matter of time before they would go for me. And when I was dead civil war would break out, and everything I had worked so hard for all these long decades, centuries even, would be destroyed. The thought saddened me. But I couldn't give up. Utopia would be just around the corner when the war was over.
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