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It's been over a month and I know, I know I've been lazy. I've had other things to do...
But more is to come, it's in the works. Actually I'm going to work on it right now...
But more is to come, it's in the works. Actually I'm going to work on it right now...
Ok, ok, ok. It's been 6 months.... BUT the next one suspenseful installment is on it's way. Funny story, my last post was a lie, well i did work on it then.
“Entering orbit around Risma. We are 20 minutes early for rendezvous.” Balyen spoke over the comm. They exited their jump in perfect synchronous orbit above a large expanse of ocean. It would be the back drop for the first set of publicity shots the Senate had arranged for the Pride. In 20 minutes or so the modified atlas was scheduled to show up and take holo shots of the Pride in front of a perfectly calm sea. A picture designed to take away from the distress of the escalating activity in Deneb.
“It really is beautiful,” Peaches nearly whispered as she stared out the window at the pristine planet. “I don’t see any cities.”
“There are no major cities, a few port towns and a large space port on each of the continents but mostly small villages and farming communities.” Waffles returned also looking out the window, reminiscing. “Ok, guys well planed jump. We’re a little early so there is time for some lunch. Dove, how about some of that chicken salad I hear so much about?” The crew agreed in unison.
Dove had just left the bridge when Baylen called out. “Contacts, 2, no 4. No transponders, heat sigs are too big for atlases. Looks like… oh shit… PROMS!”
Waffles didn’t need to say it but did anyway, “Action Stations! Could be a joke from the Senate. If it is, it’s a pretty damn lame one.”
The four proms moved in close, falling into an escort formation. The Pride did not move, they new that it would take pretty much everything the four proms had brought to take down just the shields. The four turrets, old guass class came online. The four invaders also noticed the turrets warming up and started to put some distance between them and the Pride. Waffles sent a simple hail asking who they were and what they wanted. The only replay was a stream of swarms from two of the attackers and a rain of neutrons from all four.
“Shields dropped to 67% and holding, starting to regenerate now.” Duce called out. “Did you see those, they looked like Sky Commands! How the hell did they…”
“Thanks for the update, keep chatter down please. Carl you have a firing solution?” Waffles calmly asked. Carl responded that it was 96% accurate. “Good enough, fire when ready.”
The Pride opening fire was the response the four marauders where looking for. Two of the company boosted back in close to find relative safety in the small gaps in the attack vector cones of the turrets close to the hull, while the other two stayed back firing periodically. The near steady stream of neutrons was having it’s toll on the old out dated but original shield system of the newly repainted trident. “87% and falling, sir.”
The Pride boosted forward, slammed on the rear thrusters and then the vertical nose thrusters in sequence to cause the Pride to swing very quickly around to bring two of the large gauss cannons to bare on the closest attacker. The prom tried to recover its protection but was overcome by the power of the aging guns. The other prom started to pull away but the Pride hit all her reverse vertical thrusters and rammed the smaller ship with her underbelly sending the large fighter spinning toward the blue planet.
The Pride stopped her spin and was now point directly toward the large expanse of ocean. This was just the window of opportunity the two remaining antagonists were looking for. One of the proms pulled back while the fourth finished calculating the needed firing solution. When the firing computer glowed red the prom let loose it’s devastating cargo.
“…holy mary mother of god…” whispered Carl in disbelief. “AVALON!”
“Full thrust ahead! Lets try to lose it in the gravity well.” Waffle barked.
“Aye, sir.” Was all Booger said as he engaged the drives.
“It’s closing in sir! ETA 25 seconds!”
“Get ready to pull out Booger on my mark, while it corrects course the planet will suck it in.” Waffles whispered a ‘hopefully’ as a prayer at the end.
“12 Seconds!”
“MARK!” Booger started to pull out fighting the planets gravitational field and losing ever so slightly. The avalon course did not waver, it was still heading directly for it’s target.
A blinding flash enveloped the trident some how overwhelming the senses so that all sound disappeared. In the perfect silence a shockwave rocked the ship, dissipated the remainder of the shields and threw the Pride in to a gut wrenching spiral. Out of pure luck on part of the crew of the Pride, the photo atlas had jumped in right in the path of the avalon.
When the crews senses came back they were all yelling some bit of information that their screens were telling them. The most important came from Booger, “I’ve lost almost all control!” Just then another trimmer rocked the crew. They had caught up with the prom they had belly flopped. In another amazing moment of pure chance the bulky fighter had lodged itself between the main hull and the port thruster package. “What the hell, Carl shoot her off! Now!” It took Carl only 2 well placed shots to dislodge the parasite. But the time it took to remove the barnacle meant the opportunity to exit the reentry had passed. Data and numbers and scenarios filled the ringing ears of Waffles. He watched in disbelief as his home planet began to take up more and more of the view in the fore blastshield. “Aim for that land mass. Steve, send the sensor package. And brace for impact. This will hurt.”
“It really is beautiful,” Peaches nearly whispered as she stared out the window at the pristine planet. “I don’t see any cities.”
“There are no major cities, a few port towns and a large space port on each of the continents but mostly small villages and farming communities.” Waffles returned also looking out the window, reminiscing. “Ok, guys well planed jump. We’re a little early so there is time for some lunch. Dove, how about some of that chicken salad I hear so much about?” The crew agreed in unison.
Dove had just left the bridge when Baylen called out. “Contacts, 2, no 4. No transponders, heat sigs are too big for atlases. Looks like… oh shit… PROMS!”
Waffles didn’t need to say it but did anyway, “Action Stations! Could be a joke from the Senate. If it is, it’s a pretty damn lame one.”
The four proms moved in close, falling into an escort formation. The Pride did not move, they new that it would take pretty much everything the four proms had brought to take down just the shields. The four turrets, old guass class came online. The four invaders also noticed the turrets warming up and started to put some distance between them and the Pride. Waffles sent a simple hail asking who they were and what they wanted. The only replay was a stream of swarms from two of the attackers and a rain of neutrons from all four.
“Shields dropped to 67% and holding, starting to regenerate now.” Duce called out. “Did you see those, they looked like Sky Commands! How the hell did they…”
“Thanks for the update, keep chatter down please. Carl you have a firing solution?” Waffles calmly asked. Carl responded that it was 96% accurate. “Good enough, fire when ready.”
The Pride opening fire was the response the four marauders where looking for. Two of the company boosted back in close to find relative safety in the small gaps in the attack vector cones of the turrets close to the hull, while the other two stayed back firing periodically. The near steady stream of neutrons was having it’s toll on the old out dated but original shield system of the newly repainted trident. “87% and falling, sir.”
The Pride boosted forward, slammed on the rear thrusters and then the vertical nose thrusters in sequence to cause the Pride to swing very quickly around to bring two of the large gauss cannons to bare on the closest attacker. The prom tried to recover its protection but was overcome by the power of the aging guns. The other prom started to pull away but the Pride hit all her reverse vertical thrusters and rammed the smaller ship with her underbelly sending the large fighter spinning toward the blue planet.
The Pride stopped her spin and was now point directly toward the large expanse of ocean. This was just the window of opportunity the two remaining antagonists were looking for. One of the proms pulled back while the fourth finished calculating the needed firing solution. When the firing computer glowed red the prom let loose it’s devastating cargo.
“…holy mary mother of god…” whispered Carl in disbelief. “AVALON!”
“Full thrust ahead! Lets try to lose it in the gravity well.” Waffle barked.
“Aye, sir.” Was all Booger said as he engaged the drives.
“It’s closing in sir! ETA 25 seconds!”
“Get ready to pull out Booger on my mark, while it corrects course the planet will suck it in.” Waffles whispered a ‘hopefully’ as a prayer at the end.
“12 Seconds!”
“MARK!” Booger started to pull out fighting the planets gravitational field and losing ever so slightly. The avalon course did not waver, it was still heading directly for it’s target.
A blinding flash enveloped the trident some how overwhelming the senses so that all sound disappeared. In the perfect silence a shockwave rocked the ship, dissipated the remainder of the shields and threw the Pride in to a gut wrenching spiral. Out of pure luck on part of the crew of the Pride, the photo atlas had jumped in right in the path of the avalon.
When the crews senses came back they were all yelling some bit of information that their screens were telling them. The most important came from Booger, “I’ve lost almost all control!” Just then another trimmer rocked the crew. They had caught up with the prom they had belly flopped. In another amazing moment of pure chance the bulky fighter had lodged itself between the main hull and the port thruster package. “What the hell, Carl shoot her off! Now!” It took Carl only 2 well placed shots to dislodge the parasite. But the time it took to remove the barnacle meant the opportunity to exit the reentry had passed. Data and numbers and scenarios filled the ringing ears of Waffles. He watched in disbelief as his home planet began to take up more and more of the view in the fore blastshield. “Aim for that land mass. Steve, send the sensor package. And brace for impact. This will hurt.”
Anguish
He sat up when he heard noises coming from the other hill top. One, no wait, two voices. The itani survivors, it must be, no one else is supposed to be on this part of the planet. Why would they come here, why would they come HERE! The pain that was pulsating through his crushed body was slowly being replaced by another pulsing feeling, anger and more powerful yet, hate. He used what little energy he had left to peer over the edge of his hiding place, his new found sanctuary to look at the disrespectful, cowardly intruders. The two males were wading through the shallow pool that surrounded his comrades’ tomb. He watched as they entered the sacred place, the resting place of his fallen warriors. They were entering HIS mausoleum, the place he will go to die when he is ready. Just as he was about to stand up and make his way to wreckage the two males exited the tangled heap and began to quickly head back the way they had come. They WILL NOT get away with this, for killing his brothers for standing him on this planet to die. They will pay, for all they have done. They will reap what they have sown. All their cowardice, their underhanded deals, all their transgressions will come to pass. He will be their guide, leading them to Eo.
He sat up when he heard noises coming from the other hill top. One, no wait, two voices. The itani survivors, it must be, no one else is supposed to be on this part of the planet. Why would they come here, why would they come HERE! The pain that was pulsating through his crushed body was slowly being replaced by another pulsing feeling, anger and more powerful yet, hate. He used what little energy he had left to peer over the edge of his hiding place, his new found sanctuary to look at the disrespectful, cowardly intruders. The two males were wading through the shallow pool that surrounded his comrades’ tomb. He watched as they entered the sacred place, the resting place of his fallen warriors. They were entering HIS mausoleum, the place he will go to die when he is ready. Just as he was about to stand up and make his way to wreckage the two males exited the tangled heap and began to quickly head back the way they had come. They WILL NOT get away with this, for killing his brothers for standing him on this planet to die. They will pay, for all they have done. They will reap what they have sown. All their cowardice, their underhanded deals, all their transgressions will come to pass. He will be their guide, leading them to Eo.
Damn bloodthirsty serco! Kill 'em all, I say!