ADSactly Contest - SteemShort #6 - Post 4: Request for an Illustration and the Title of the Story

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UPDATE: The Title and the Illustration of SteemShort #6 have been Chosen (2018-05-11)

The Title of SteemShort #6 is:

A General's Decision

proposed by @jacksondavies, one of the three authors of the story.


There were four proposed valid illustrations. The jury chose the one sent by @katharsisdrill:

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Congratulations, @katharsisdrill

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SteemShort #6 - Post 4: Request for an Illustration and the Title of the Story

SteemShort are short stories written collaboratively by three different authors and illustrated by an artist/photographer.
The process to create a SteemShort is described in this post, slightly modified by this post. The rules to select the authors and illustrators have been modified in this post.

The story has been written by @gbengaremi (Gbenga Remi), @jacksondavies (Jackson Davies) and @rasamuel.

The full story can be found below.

This is the request for an illustration and the title of the story.

Title

Each of the three authors may propose a title for the story, in a comment.

If more than one author propose a title, the chosen title will be the one with the largest number of upvotes four days after this post has been published.

Illustration

Artits and photographers that want to submit an illustration should send 0.001 STEEM or SBD to the @steemshorts account, with the URL of their proposed illustration in a memo starting with the character '#'.

This summary must be between 100 to 200 words. Any proposed summary that is shorter than 100 words or longer than 200 words will not be considered.

It is important that the memo starts with the character '#': that makes this memo readable only by the author and the @steemshorts account. The character '#' should not be preceded by any space.

Example of a valid memo:

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Note that it is recommended to send the 0.001 SBD/STEEM with the memo from steemit.com using a web browser, as we have seen several cases of "Invalid memo" when it was sent using an app such as eSteem.

The width should be between 1,000 and 1,500 pixels.
The height should be between 500 and 1,000 pixels.
The image/photograph can be in black and white or in color.

For the chosen illustration, the artist/photographer needs to be the single author and has to agree for a "Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike" (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/legalcode).

There can be only one proposed illustration per artist/photographer. The proposed illustrations must be received less than 4 days after this post has been published.

After sending their illustration, artists/photographers should tell in a comment that they have sent their illustration, so that they can receive confirmation that their illustration is valid.


So, artists and photographers, send your proposed illustrations.

And authors, send your proposals for the title of the story.


Here is the full text of the story by @gbengaremi (Gbenga Remi), @jacksondavies (Jackson Davies) and @rasamuel:

PARIS, EARTH, YEAR 3000

“I don’t want to do it.”

The little boy said, his concentration solely on the armoured shoes which he was in the process of lacing carefully. He had learned to be careful all the time. Be as meticulous as possible. As he stood there in the dimly-lit armoury with his little brother, his mind was not on the thing he was about to do. His mind had strayed, as it had the tendency to do, far away into the stars—where he felt he belonged. It was his destiny, but his brother had distracted him.

“Don’t hold back this time,” His brother had said, putting on his armour too. “If you have me, which I know you will just hit me, okay? Don’t hold back this time.”

“I won’t do it.”
William Chang said.
“I won’t.”

He finished lacing his shoes, adjusted his metal armour and stood up. Heading towards the door, he saw a figure standing menacingly by it. It was an imposing figure—which he was more than familiar with; it was literally a shadow that he knew he was doomed to spend his entire life living up to. It was the figure of his own father, Li Chang, or as he preferred to be called, Chang the Conqueror. Everyone on the planet knew his story. How he had gone from being a filthy peasant surviving in the slums of Paris, to single-handedly putting the entire planet on the map. How he had earned for Earth, the respect of the Intergalactic Federation of Worlds. He did all this with his intrepid adventures and brave conquests.

“So, you’ve decided to walk the path of a weakling.”
Li Chang said to his son.
“I have not.”
“That’s not what your trainer tells me.”
“I have not!” William retorted.
“I will be overseeing your training today. See you in the arena in five seconds.”

Old Chang disappeared from the shed, and William followed immediately behind, his little brother trailing behind him.
The arena was old-fashioned. It was built just at the center of the family vineyard. William had always wondered why, but he never bothered to ask. It’s not like it would matter, anyway.

The boys had their full armour on. Sammy, William’s little brother, who was three full years younger, stood a few feet away. He was facing his older brother as squarely as he could and even though beads of sweat had settled over his forehead, he still managed to hide his fears rather superbly. At their father’s order, they both put on their helmets and picked up their sword. It was a slow fight, with one-sided attacks from one brother and the other putting up an effortless but efficient defence.

“Get him, Sammy!” Old Chang shouted from his seat. “Time your attacks. Precise launches. Faster.”
It was ineffective. William was too good, too fast, too strong for his little brother.

“Is that what you’ll do all day, William?”
Old Chang shouted. “Don’t be weak, boy. Attack! Attack!”
But William did not.
“Drop your swords!”
The older Chang ordered from his seat. “I want you to fight hand to hand.”

The boys did as their father ordered. At that point, the battle became more of a pantomime than a battle. Sammy’s jabs were weak. He was tired and the armour weighed him down. Ashamed of, or for his little brother, William went in with an arm lock. In the space of a few microseconds, he had his brother pinned on the hot sands.

“Finish him!”
Li Chang shouted, excited.
“Hit him!”
But young William Chang could not.
“I said finish him!”
Old Li Chang shouted again. Still, Wiliam only hovered above his little brother, his hand fisted but suspended in the air. He couldn’t bring himself to bring it down.

“You’re weak, boy!”
Li Chang shouted from his seat.
”Weak!”

The next morning Li Chang was summoned by the Federation. Before he left, however, he entered into his older son’s room at dawn while he was still asleep. He sat beside his bed, stroking his hair like a loving father. Young William woke up to the startling sight. Before he could voice his amazement his father said:

“There are two kinds of people in the Universe, boy. The ones who do all it takes to win and the ones who lose and complain. I’m afraid you’re too weak, boy. You belong to the latter. You’ll amount to nothing! Nothing!”

When Old Chang left the room, William wished he’d never see his father again. Little did he know his wish would be granted. Old Chang died in battle the next day. The whole Universe mourned. William mourned too, but he knew his destiny had just begun and that was an endless thrill for him.


Raoulin V, Year 3045

William Chang’s ship hovered over Raoulin V with one mission—to destroy the whole planet. Only William knew the reason for that. His crew, even though kept in the dark, had enough trust in The Federation to know that for the order to have been given, it was an absolute necessity.

However, General Chang could not bring himself to push that button. He paced up and down the bridge, pensive and contemplative—even a bit sweaty. His crew thought he was weighing the decision but they were wrong. His mind had gone back 45 years ago to his encounter in the Vineyard.
45 years had passed and yet it felt like it was yesterday.

Yes, a whole lot had happened. He had dedicated his life to the Federation, even though everyone held him to the standards of his father, constantly comparing. Even though it had taken him only 25 years to become a General—unprecedented in Federation history, still he had yet to shake his father’s shadow. He had failed to achieve half the things his father had.

With the push of that button he could; finally, he could. His name--his name!--would go down in history as the man who finally put an end to the 100-years war with the Raols. But at what cost? Yes, the Federation had finally built the perfect machine to get the job done and had secretly installed it on his ship. Yes, most of the people down there on Raolin V would go on to become military thugs and probably kill people he knew, but was that enough?

“General Chang.” A female voice called on the bridge. “General, you have to decide now!”
“General, we have no choice.” Another voice, a male one, called again.
“Control gave the order, General. We can win this war. With a push of that button, we can win this war. You can win this war! For all of us.”

William Chang was not hearing the words of his crew. Fixated on a spot now, he was hovering. His mind hovering on that vineyard, hovering above his little brother and his father’s voice hovering in his ears. “You’re weak, boy! You’ll never amount to anything! Never!”


The silence is chilling on deck as one man stands alone. In his hands the power to destroy an entire species. The silence is broken by an order from General Chang.

"Disengage! Send the ship back to station 5."

This announcement is greeted with murmurs from the crew. A crew member voices opposition to Chang's decision.

"With all due respect sir, this is our chance to end this war once and for all. We've been doing this for over a century. How many more generations will have to experience this war?"

Chang replies while walking off to his quarters.

"This is an entire species we're talking about! That's not a decision one makes on a whim."

Words are traded between crew members. Some see reason with General Chang's decision, others do not.


General Chang's decision reaches the table of the military high command, and they are not pleased with the development. In an obscure corner of the ship, a crew member receives a call from a high ranking member of the Department Of Defense.

"I told them that he was the wrong candidate. He should never have been chosen for this mission."

"I've worked with the General on a couple occasions, he has a soft heart but he can do what has to be done when the need arises. Just give him some time."

"We don't have time! This war has to end now! I'm sorry, we have no choice but to activate the contingency plan."

The crew member pleads for more time.

"Activating the contingency plan complicates matters. I hear that the crew is fiercely loyal to the General."

"The crew isn't as monolithic as you think, we've inserted some elements into this mission and they are there to carry out your orders. The rest of the crew members will have no choice but to comply."

The crew member bows to the inevitable.

"Very well, I will carry out your wishes."

"That's the spirit General, I knew we could count on you."

General Chang took his time to decide his next course of action. In times like this, he loved to listen to classical music. There was something about it that calmed him down and helped him think with clarity.

He had barely been in his quarters for 30 minutes when he received a notification from the deck. Apparently, a matter on deck required his urgent attention.

General Chang sighs and makes his way outside. He opens his door and is greeted by some menacing men with guns pointed at him. Rough hands grab him and he is whisked to the bridge.

Upon arrival on deck, he beholds a scene of chaos. The contingency plan had been carried out. Chang was dethroned and his most loyal crew members had been subdued.

The mutineers were taking orders from the special crew member, who turned out to be none other than General Erik Van Hal. General Chang's second-in-command.


General Hal acquaints himself with the tools on deck. All codes for the ship have been handed over to him by Control. All except one, the code for triggering the secret weapon. General Chang had changed that before he left the deck, and right now only he knew the launch sequence.

Infuriated, General Hal barges into Chang's holding cell intent on acquiring the code.

"What's the code for the device?"

"I can't tell you that." General Chang replies.

General Hal stares at him in silence, hatred inscribed all over his face. The silence in the cell is broken by a clicking sound as General Hal pulls out a shiny metal object.

"Okay, let's start this over again. What's the code for the device?"


William Chang was covered in his own blood. Van Hal had done a good job with the torture, he thought. He knew he was stronger, regardless what his father thought. As he sat there, bloody and in pain, he was very proud of himself. He was no failure. He refused to break. Van Hal promised he would be back but Chang resolved to himself to be strong. He had to be. Just as he started to think about what torture devices Van Hal might explore on his next visit, he heard the cell door swing open. He's back, he thought.
William Chang was too weak to look up. "Get it over with," he said.

"No, General, it's us."

The voice was familiar. It gave him hope and he lifted his head, feeling the pain throb in his vein as he did.

"Tasha?"
"Yes, General. We're here to help."

The general was too weak and downtrodden to speak.

"General we must not give up. We can still take back the ship. We must fight!"

William Chang, although weak and in doubt, chose to take courage from his comrade's words. Tasha stepped in and broke the cuffs on the General's arms and legs, helping him up on his feet. The two officers helped Chang out of the cell.

In a few minutes, they had broken out the remaining soldiers loyal to General Chang. They were also being held captive. After securing a few weapons from the ship's armoury, a mini-battle began on the ship.

It was an evenly matched battle. General Van Hal had the numbers, but William Chang's soldiers had the better expertise. The battle dragged on for hours. Blasters and phasers and explosives damaging the ship's core.

"If we keep going like this General, the ship won't be able to survive it."

"Still, we can't give in. Van Hal's not going to stop fighting. We can't either."

No sooner had General Chang uttered these words than a loud boom was heard on the ship. An explosion in the engine room had caused an engine breakdown. The ship was crashing, and the whole crew with it.


General Van Hal woke up with a loud ringing in his head. He had no idea where he was. He felt the hard substance upon which he was laid, his bones cracking as he turned. It was all dark, reminding him of his room back on earth all those years ago.

Before he could put himself together, a portal-like metal door opened in front of him revealing alien life-forms. It was then that it all came back to him--the order, the betrayal, the battle, the crash!

"My God!" Chang said to himself. "I'm on Raoulin V."

Immediately, he tried to spring up, but his body was too weak. He was helpless and the aliens moved closer and closer.

"You're weak, boy!" William Chang could hear his father's voice admonishing.

The aliens got closer. As they approached, he could see the hatred in their eyes. They pinned him down on the bed. They spoke to each other in a language he was very familiar with, having studied Raoulinese in the Academy. The aliens, however, did not know that.

"Let's kill him." One of the aliens said to another. There were three of them.
"Let's kill him like we did the rest of his crew."

The other two said no words, only focusing on tying Chang to the hard bed.

"We did not kill his crew." One of them said finally after they were done.

"What?"

"We decided they were useful. We could use them as a means to end the war."

"End the war!?" William Chang blurted out. He had not meant to and he caught himself too late.

"He hears us." The first to speak said, terrified. He speaks Raoulinese."

The other two appeared baffled but remained calm.

"So, you speak Raoulinese?" The second said, calm.

"End the war?" William Chang said incredulously. "What do you mean, end the war? The Raoulins don't want an end to the war. Everyone knows this."

"Everyone?" The third said.

"You only choose to know what you want to," The second said. "The Raoulins have never wanted war. It was your people who initiated the war, for their own gains. They colluded to rig our elections. Put in their own man. Their puppet and his corrupt friends. So they can start their own war, kill millions and make more money and power for themselves. All this while curbing the population. And now we suffer for it while you look good, fighting the good fight."

William Chang was perplexed. He remembered he had come across such an intel on a mission he undertook recently. It was a file he had been sent to retrieve. His first officer had opened it against Federation orders. For that, he was taken away. Chang was disappointed but before he was taken the officer had told him the same things these aliens were telling him now. It was all a conspiracy, but William Chang didn't believe him. He was told his First Officer was a traitor who wanted to sell Federation intel to the Raoulins for money. The next week after they took him away he was replaced by General Van Hal.

"Can you prove this?" William Chang asked the aliens. "What you said? If what you're saying is true -- it's -- I'm going to need some proof."

The three aliens looked at each other and after the first alien gave a go-ahead sign by clapping his talon-like hands. The second alien pulled out a translucent material seemingly from thin air.

"The file!" William Chang said.

As hurriedly as he could, he opened it and there it was. It was all true--the conspiracy; the plan; the cover-up. How they were to build a world-destroying machine; employ Chang to do the dirty job of destroying the entire Raoulin race, thereby covering their own asses. It was all there!

Now William Chang had a decision to make. Run away with his crew to safety or stand and fight with these brave Raoulins.

Of course, there was in fact only one choice. This was his true calling. He was no coward. He was no failure. He would stand and fight, even against forces bigger than him.

"Take me to my crew," William Chang said. "We can help you. I know how to end this war!"




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Interesting read as always.

Cool story :-) I have also sent an illustration for the competition. I've tried to break it down to the "red" button moment.

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Thank you for your valid illustration.

I have sent an illustration for the competition based on the following line:

The silence is chilling on deck as one man stands alone. In his hands the power to destroy an entire species.

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Congratulations, your illustration was selected by the jury.

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Thank you for your valid illustration.

I have submitted my illustration to this amazing story

Picture size: 1000 x 700

The picture illustrates this part of the story

Before he could put himself together, a portal-like metal door opened in front of him revealing alien life-forms. It was then that it all came back to him--the order, the betrayal, the battle, the crash!

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Thank you for your valid illustration.

What's the prize for the illustration again?

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It should be around 80 SBDs.

My title for this would be

A General's Decision

How to participate on this?

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It is all explained in the post.

Thanks for the guidance. I’m on it.

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Yes it's quite an excellent work.

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An honor can read post @ gbengaremi (Gbenga Remi), @gbengaremi (Gbenga Remi) and @rasamuel.
. A story filled with the meaning of Li Chang, with a sad and pious story that conveys a view of life. And a mission of life struggle and a journey full of twists and turns and struggles
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“If you have me, which I know you will just hit me, okay?

This sounds like “The Hunger Games”. William and his small brother with armor equipment inside the arena are ready to fight each other with swords. Wiliam being much faster than his little brother beating him. He stopped fighting for a moment even against his father’s wishes. Eventually they continued the fight without the swords ⚔️, fist to fist. At the end Wiliam refused to finish (kill?)his little brother, that’s why his father calls him a weak person. The next day his father died in the battle.
45 years past and Wiliam became a General. That’s not what his father said about him being a weak person. Sometime these words of his father become motivational for some reason. Even though he was a General for 20 years he still was well behind of what his father achieved. Now, it all can change with single push of a button to fire the secret weapon ending the war. However, with everyone’s disappointment he didn’t give the order to engage. Instead he said “Disengage! Send the ship back to station 5." He was eventually dethroned for his decision and replaced by General Erik Van Hal. Wiliam’s second-in-command. Before they dethroned him, he changed the code to lunch this secret weapon. They try to get the code from him by torturing him. Fortunately his loyal crew members rescued him. William was in the ship’s room resting while “aliens” they fought against took over the ship. Aliens were the once they were fighting against? Wow! It seem like these aliens 👽 didn’t want this war at all and want to end it to Wiliam’s surprise. It was not aliens who wanted the war, it was the humans who wished to kill everyone for a profit. It was all conspiracy. Wiliam believed them as they provided the proof to him. He has to make a decision now. Is he going to engage against his own kind with aliens who didn’t want this war? At the end he said to aliens:

"We can help you. I know how to end this war!"

At the end Wiliam’s decision was the right one.
I love the way this story was written!

Great story! I've enjoyed reading it from the beginning until its last part-not to brag, I'm a book lover though, lol. Good job!
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This is an excellent story I must say. But I feel it is very long to come in one piece as a fiction.

Just y thought but again, it was a good read

You made an error in your post @adsactly.
The second chosen author is @jacksondavies (Jackson Davies).

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In the Illustration instructions it says:

This summary must be between 100 to 200 words. Any proposed summary that is shorter than 100 words or longer than 200 words will not be considered.

Is this an error or how should it be understood?

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Yes, this is an error, sorry.

Disregard this sentence.

Can we send more than one illustration?

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Hello @vcelier and @adsactly. I submitted a picture illustration to the @steemshots account as my entry. Thank you

"Disengage! Send the ship back to station 5."

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