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Part 9: ...and Foe
"Sorry guys," came Aon’s voice. "That kamikaze rocket rammer did a bit too much damage to me. I can’t do anything else here.”
As Aon left, I spotted an opportunity to grab the cargo—I was the closest to it. I spun my Atlas around, and jammed a joystick forwards, feeling the force of my sudden acceleration hold me back in my seat.
But before I reached the slowly rotating blue cargo, a Serco pilot in a Warthog came in from a different angle and grabbed it all. I tried to chase him, but my ship was outclassed, as was I in the massive battleground. Too disgraced and disgusted to stay any longer, I jumped back to the station.
I docked, and sold my ship for thousands of credits less than I had bought it for, but again I didn’t want to bother with haggling. I got back into my Vulture, and left the station. Immediately I noticed another Atlas, and I swiftly targeted it.
A rush of adrenaline flowed through me as my readout showed the pilot was Serco. This was the perfect opportunity to redeem myself! I slowly pulled my ship in behind my enemy, and opened fire.
The Atlas’ hull burned away to my blasts, but it dropped something triangular. Ignoring it, I pursued my enemy. But when I got near the triangular object, there was an explosion sending my ship spinning. As I regained control, I realized it was a mine, and quickly checked a screen for my ship’s quality. Luckily the mine hadn’t done any damage, and I figured it was a concussion mine. However, my relief disappeared, replaced with anger, as I saw my query dock in the station. A second later, his cold harsh voice came through my comm.
“What the hell were you doing!? I said that I was going to trade!”
Casually, I responded, “This is a war. If you want to trade, go back to Serco space.”
“Oh it’s a war, is it? Then perhaps we should fight!”
“Any day.”
“I’m coming out now.”
“Stop!” came a different voice, an Itani’s, through the sector’s channel. “This little one’s not worth the effort.”
“Alright mister high and mighty monk. Why don’t you fight me then?” replied the Serco nastily.
“If you insist…right here?” responded the Itani.
“You know it.” The Serco pilot undocked, in a Vulture, what appeared to be a mark three. “What’s your name? I like to know who I kill. And you, ‘little one,’ when I finish with him you’re next.”
“Beolach,” replied the other Itani passively.
“Smittens,” I said coldly, as what sounded like a laugh came from the Serco.
Without warning, the Serco pilot opened fire, Neutron shots rapidly filling the space Beolach was in. I was about to cry a warning when I saw Beolach easily strafe out of the way. They began their dance, each ship weaving around the other’s shots. However, Beolach could not dodge all of the Serco’s, and soon his hull was dented and black. Worried, I targeted the Serco, and saw that he still had at least 50% of his hull intact. I was dimly aware of another pilot, Itani judging by his blue ship, jump in.
“Beo, where should I go now?” he asked into the sector.
It was the Itani who had criticized my Atlas earlier, and disgusted, I scowled into my comm, “He’s fighting, don’t bother—“
An explosion erupted from in front of me, snuffed out almost instantly by the blackness of space. For a moment, I sat stunned, wide eyed at where Beolach’s ship had run into the Serco’s blasts.
I lurched forward, grabbing the joysticks to control my ship. But I wasn’t fast enough—multiple blasts of neutron fire splashed across my ship. I was at 76% hull with him still at 50%, and we hadn’t even begun. I started into my simple diagonal down and right strafe that I used against bots, and I was able to land a few shots on the Serco. But apparently, despite the cybernetic implants, he was still more intelligent than bots, and unloaded a string of fire, all of which hit me. I rolled partially, avoiding some of his fire, and began strafing in whatever pattern my hands lead me in. Things were not looking good—for every shot I managed to land, he would hit me twice. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t escape his turquoise blasts.
My readings showed him a few shots from death, but I chanced a glance down and saw myself at 2%. I couldn’t withstand another hit. I lined up my bead, and pulled the trigger. My blasts spewed out, landing directly on the front of his ship. He exploded, shards of his ship spinning away.
I had neither relief nor joy, for I knew I had given him an opening when I dealt the final blows. Time seemed to slow down as I watched his last blast drifting towards my ship. I knew where to go to dodge it, and I knew exactly how to handle it, but I was moving as slow as the fire—there was no avoiding my death. I closed my eyes, wondering if I would die from my ship being engulfed in fire or from a puncture in the hull and the cold of space. Another life lost in space, snuffed out as though it were a candle flame. My final thoughts were of Heywood—but he had friends now, who I knew could give him a better life than I offered.
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Ta da. THE END.
Of this topic. Next comes the super special surprise thing that's not an RP but remains a story. And yes folks you read that title correctly, I did in fact split "friend and foe" partly because the story needed it and the blah blah blah but also because it was really a cliche name. Plus the Foe part comes before the Friend part as you can see, so that didn't make sense. But I love the title of the Friend part. Aka the super special surprise etc. Which went from the backhalf of one part to THREE WHOLE LONG PARTS! HOW GREAT! And no its not titled "Friend..."
Anyway this part is shorter than the last one (I think) and will be shorter than the next lots (I think) so don't worry I have a nice backstash of long and boring parts that my four regular readers (at least regular in the sense that when I go "READ IT" they do so) will be able to waste a bit more of their lives reading. Or pretending to read.
"Sorry guys," came Aon’s voice. "That kamikaze rocket rammer did a bit too much damage to me. I can’t do anything else here.”
As Aon left, I spotted an opportunity to grab the cargo—I was the closest to it. I spun my Atlas around, and jammed a joystick forwards, feeling the force of my sudden acceleration hold me back in my seat.
But before I reached the slowly rotating blue cargo, a Serco pilot in a Warthog came in from a different angle and grabbed it all. I tried to chase him, but my ship was outclassed, as was I in the massive battleground. Too disgraced and disgusted to stay any longer, I jumped back to the station.
I docked, and sold my ship for thousands of credits less than I had bought it for, but again I didn’t want to bother with haggling. I got back into my Vulture, and left the station. Immediately I noticed another Atlas, and I swiftly targeted it.
A rush of adrenaline flowed through me as my readout showed the pilot was Serco. This was the perfect opportunity to redeem myself! I slowly pulled my ship in behind my enemy, and opened fire.
The Atlas’ hull burned away to my blasts, but it dropped something triangular. Ignoring it, I pursued my enemy. But when I got near the triangular object, there was an explosion sending my ship spinning. As I regained control, I realized it was a mine, and quickly checked a screen for my ship’s quality. Luckily the mine hadn’t done any damage, and I figured it was a concussion mine. However, my relief disappeared, replaced with anger, as I saw my query dock in the station. A second later, his cold harsh voice came through my comm.
“What the hell were you doing!? I said that I was going to trade!”
Casually, I responded, “This is a war. If you want to trade, go back to Serco space.”
“Oh it’s a war, is it? Then perhaps we should fight!”
“Any day.”
“I’m coming out now.”
“Stop!” came a different voice, an Itani’s, through the sector’s channel. “This little one’s not worth the effort.”
“Alright mister high and mighty monk. Why don’t you fight me then?” replied the Serco nastily.
“If you insist…right here?” responded the Itani.
“You know it.” The Serco pilot undocked, in a Vulture, what appeared to be a mark three. “What’s your name? I like to know who I kill. And you, ‘little one,’ when I finish with him you’re next.”
“Beolach,” replied the other Itani passively.
“Smittens,” I said coldly, as what sounded like a laugh came from the Serco.
Without warning, the Serco pilot opened fire, Neutron shots rapidly filling the space Beolach was in. I was about to cry a warning when I saw Beolach easily strafe out of the way. They began their dance, each ship weaving around the other’s shots. However, Beolach could not dodge all of the Serco’s, and soon his hull was dented and black. Worried, I targeted the Serco, and saw that he still had at least 50% of his hull intact. I was dimly aware of another pilot, Itani judging by his blue ship, jump in.
“Beo, where should I go now?” he asked into the sector.
It was the Itani who had criticized my Atlas earlier, and disgusted, I scowled into my comm, “He’s fighting, don’t bother—“
An explosion erupted from in front of me, snuffed out almost instantly by the blackness of space. For a moment, I sat stunned, wide eyed at where Beolach’s ship had run into the Serco’s blasts.
I lurched forward, grabbing the joysticks to control my ship. But I wasn’t fast enough—multiple blasts of neutron fire splashed across my ship. I was at 76% hull with him still at 50%, and we hadn’t even begun. I started into my simple diagonal down and right strafe that I used against bots, and I was able to land a few shots on the Serco. But apparently, despite the cybernetic implants, he was still more intelligent than bots, and unloaded a string of fire, all of which hit me. I rolled partially, avoiding some of his fire, and began strafing in whatever pattern my hands lead me in. Things were not looking good—for every shot I managed to land, he would hit me twice. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t escape his turquoise blasts.
My readings showed him a few shots from death, but I chanced a glance down and saw myself at 2%. I couldn’t withstand another hit. I lined up my bead, and pulled the trigger. My blasts spewed out, landing directly on the front of his ship. He exploded, shards of his ship spinning away.
I had neither relief nor joy, for I knew I had given him an opening when I dealt the final blows. Time seemed to slow down as I watched his last blast drifting towards my ship. I knew where to go to dodge it, and I knew exactly how to handle it, but I was moving as slow as the fire—there was no avoiding my death. I closed my eyes, wondering if I would die from my ship being engulfed in fire or from a puncture in the hull and the cold of space. Another life lost in space, snuffed out as though it were a candle flame. My final thoughts were of Heywood—but he had friends now, who I knew could give him a better life than I offered.
---
Ta da. THE END.
Of this topic. Next comes the super special surprise thing that's not an RP but remains a story. And yes folks you read that title correctly, I did in fact split "friend and foe" partly because the story needed it and the blah blah blah but also because it was really a cliche name. Plus the Foe part comes before the Friend part as you can see, so that didn't make sense. But I love the title of the Friend part. Aka the super special surprise etc. Which went from the backhalf of one part to THREE WHOLE LONG PARTS! HOW GREAT! And no its not titled "Friend..."
Anyway this part is shorter than the last one (I think) and will be shorter than the next lots (I think) so don't worry I have a nice backstash of long and boring parts that my four regular readers (at least regular in the sense that when I go "READ IT" they do so) will be able to waste a bit more of their lives reading. Or pretending to read.
Smart quotes suck. Really. As in they are unusable because they're not characters, just some demented Windows subset that doesn't work properly on anything else. The moral of this story is don't write your fanfic in Word and copy-paste it, because Word puts in smart quotes. Every quote and double-quote in that story needs to be replaced with normal quotes to be usable. � does not equal ".
Oh, shush.
Smitty, great story! loved it.
Smitty, great story! loved it.
Are you sure? Looks alright to me....
Yeah he's right your quotes are off they both point -> that way. Nice story though, but I still think it's more of an RP then a story but if you insist.
Quotes in websites shouldn't point either way. They should be " (double-quote character). If you really want purty quotes, use “ and ”. That's “ and ”.
Great story smittens.
Oh well. Can I just leave it? I'm currently holding the stick of +5 laziness (and I already have like 50 billion....)
/me smacks smittens with a stick of +10 congrats
Gosh darndit mystery joint person isn't here (No IA, its not who you think it is) so I have to wait...
/me whacks Smittens with the +5 cudgel of anti-mysteriousness.
Wrap it up! C'mon! Whilst I can still post on these boards!
Wrap it up! C'mon! Whilst I can still post on these boards!