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The Hidden Wars
Note: Please be aware that, though events of this story may contain character from Vendetta, I am in no way implying this is what happened in the vendetta universe, this is a story not following the lines currently being drawn within vendetta. And thus, many characters will be killed, permanently, they will not be coming back. Accept Miharu, because I know you all love her so much.
Chapter 1
An Unknown Malevolence
Drake nudged his ship carefully out of station, not wanting to damage his first ship. The EC-89 shone brightly in the starlight, his first glimpse into a new world of adventure amongst the warring stars. Once clear of the station, he quickly accelerated, reaching minimum safe distance for a warp jump. He punched the engines and his ship was hurled out of station space, and into the wormhole sector, heading out to the void of grayness. And they’re her found trouble. “EC-89 IDF 37765, kindly shut off your engines and prepare to be boarded or we will be forced to destroy your vessel.” Came over the comm. He checked his sensors, and found the source of the message. “Shit!” He cursed, watching the name ‘Tumblemonster” flash across the screen. Drake was in some serious shit now. “EC-89, you have ten second to comply before I open fire.” Drake cursed again, looking around for a route of escape. The asteroid belt in the system looked like a likely asset, and an idea took shape and form in his mind.
“Tumblemonster, this is Drake Deathstalker. And I live for this.” He punched the engines and headed quickly into the asteroid belt, the pirate on his heels. Drake dodged and weaved his was through the asteroids and their smaller debris, looking for his perfect target. Finally he found it, a small asteroid, about 20 meters in diameter. He looped around it, and fired his guns several times into the small, weak asteroid. It was blown apart, most of the rubble blown in the pirate’s direction, spreading out and becoming an impossibly wide range barrage of kinetic projectiles. One of the projectiles broke the vulture’s wing right off, leaving only the left one. Drake didn’t waste anymore time, and quickly made tracks to the wormhole, quickly jumping through it, and getting to a station’s relative safety, on the other side.
Drake saw many shady characters in gray space; many of these people were not friendly. But he’d got what he wanted in the end. Namely, an old beat up second hand Raptor. The instance with the EC-89 made him realize what kind of danger he’d put himself in, simply by becoming a pilot. He’d completely stripped the EC-89, and fixed up the Raptor for the most part, though it only had one gun. He’d also pick pocketed some idiots blaster while he was in the bar. He examined the weapon, it looked like it had changed a lot of hands, but that’s why Drake had wanted it. It was about a year out of date, but still quite deadly, and a top of the line weapon. Its neutron core gave it a deadly kick, and everyone in the sector had probably stolen it at least once. Drake, however, intended to keep the weapon. “HEY YOU!” Someone yelled. Drake turned to see the man he’d stolen the weapon from. Sadly he also had station guards with him. “He’s the one! He stole my gun!” The man yelled. Drake held up the gun. “You mean this one?” He asked. “YES THAT ONE” He screamed, spraying spit everywhere. “Give it back!” He said dangerously. “Ok.” Drake said, lifting the gun and shooting him in the head. The guards flinched, raising their weapons. Drake shot the one on the left, then dove behind his ship. A few shots winged past the tail end of the ship, but Drake wasn’t worried. Small arms fire would have a hell of a time piercing a ships armor.
He climbed into the ship, closing the hatch behind him, and rushed to the cockpit. The idiot guard was still firing, but Drake didn’t have time to feel sorry for him. He fired his gun, and blew the hatch open, punching his engines to full power. The guard was incinerated instantly, and Drake made tracks for the edge of the system, the station strike force only just emerging from the station as he jumped out of the sector. Drake heaved a long sigh, sitting out in deep space. “It’ll be a while until the heat cools off, better wait it out.” He said. He checked the controls, set a proximity alarm, and headed back into his cabin.
[There shall be more, but for the moment my hands are tired.]
Chapter 1
An Unknown Malevolence
Drake nudged his ship carefully out of station, not wanting to damage his first ship. The EC-89 shone brightly in the starlight, his first glimpse into a new world of adventure amongst the warring stars. Once clear of the station, he quickly accelerated, reaching minimum safe distance for a warp jump. He punched the engines and his ship was hurled out of station space, and into the wormhole sector, heading out to the void of grayness. And they’re her found trouble. “EC-89 IDF 37765, kindly shut off your engines and prepare to be boarded or we will be forced to destroy your vessel.” Came over the comm. He checked his sensors, and found the source of the message. “Shit!” He cursed, watching the name ‘Tumblemonster” flash across the screen. Drake was in some serious shit now. “EC-89, you have ten second to comply before I open fire.” Drake cursed again, looking around for a route of escape. The asteroid belt in the system looked like a likely asset, and an idea took shape and form in his mind.
“Tumblemonster, this is Drake Deathstalker. And I live for this.” He punched the engines and headed quickly into the asteroid belt, the pirate on his heels. Drake dodged and weaved his was through the asteroids and their smaller debris, looking for his perfect target. Finally he found it, a small asteroid, about 20 meters in diameter. He looped around it, and fired his guns several times into the small, weak asteroid. It was blown apart, most of the rubble blown in the pirate’s direction, spreading out and becoming an impossibly wide range barrage of kinetic projectiles. One of the projectiles broke the vulture’s wing right off, leaving only the left one. Drake didn’t waste anymore time, and quickly made tracks to the wormhole, quickly jumping through it, and getting to a station’s relative safety, on the other side.
Drake saw many shady characters in gray space; many of these people were not friendly. But he’d got what he wanted in the end. Namely, an old beat up second hand Raptor. The instance with the EC-89 made him realize what kind of danger he’d put himself in, simply by becoming a pilot. He’d completely stripped the EC-89, and fixed up the Raptor for the most part, though it only had one gun. He’d also pick pocketed some idiots blaster while he was in the bar. He examined the weapon, it looked like it had changed a lot of hands, but that’s why Drake had wanted it. It was about a year out of date, but still quite deadly, and a top of the line weapon. Its neutron core gave it a deadly kick, and everyone in the sector had probably stolen it at least once. Drake, however, intended to keep the weapon. “HEY YOU!” Someone yelled. Drake turned to see the man he’d stolen the weapon from. Sadly he also had station guards with him. “He’s the one! He stole my gun!” The man yelled. Drake held up the gun. “You mean this one?” He asked. “YES THAT ONE” He screamed, spraying spit everywhere. “Give it back!” He said dangerously. “Ok.” Drake said, lifting the gun and shooting him in the head. The guards flinched, raising their weapons. Drake shot the one on the left, then dove behind his ship. A few shots winged past the tail end of the ship, but Drake wasn’t worried. Small arms fire would have a hell of a time piercing a ships armor.
He climbed into the ship, closing the hatch behind him, and rushed to the cockpit. The idiot guard was still firing, but Drake didn’t have time to feel sorry for him. He fired his gun, and blew the hatch open, punching his engines to full power. The guard was incinerated instantly, and Drake made tracks for the edge of the system, the station strike force only just emerging from the station as he jumped out of the sector. Drake heaved a long sigh, sitting out in deep space. “It’ll be a while until the heat cools off, better wait it out.” He said. He checked the controls, set a proximity alarm, and headed back into his cabin.
[There shall be more, but for the moment my hands are tired.]