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| Darsk 3; Don't ask about the first two... | |
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| Topic Started: July 27 2008, 01:57 PM (259 Views) | |
| Vexar | July 27 2008, 01:57 PM Post #1 |
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Dust and debris covered the once beautiful terrain of vast plains. The tallest of brush and grass poked out towards the haze of light, which was the sun. Dirt settled and shifted. An echo of a large impact filled the air for miles around. A gleam of blue sparkled from a large metallic object; jutting out of the earth. THK THK THK Sound rattled the ground around the object, more dust splashing into the air. The whir of machinery could be heard above. Gunfire rained down around the object, the clank of metal rang as a shot hit here and there. The air went quiet, a moment before impact. VSHHH-BOOM! All was covered in a brilliant white. The heat of the blast had been so intense that the dirt had turned to sheets of glass. It held brush, grass, and debris in suspension. There was nothing to be left of the ship, just a scar upon the earth. * * * * * “When the dust settles, no side will be the victor…” –Darsk d’Gral, on Philosophies of the old Ages Humanity had not been kind to its surroundings. For this, they were punished. It seemed, in late 2100 AD they would be forced off their own planet. Meteors reigned down, and waters rose high. Human kind had been reduced to space stations and colonies on Mars, and other moons throughout the solar system. Humans fight for whatever land or territory the can call their own. Many corporations, mostly mining, hire mercenaries to do their dirty work. The only government that exists is between the corporations. Two reign supreme. The Mars based company, Sol Corp., and the Lunar based company, Luna Corp. * * * * * This is a general knowledge role play. This means, the knowledge I provide is general, you are allowed to fill in the details how you see fit, to design a better character; and interact more directly with the story. If I deem some material useless or wrong, then so be it. I do welcome any provided information though. There are no restrictions on who you are or what you do. Technology doesn’t, yet, go beyond interplanetary travel; nor is there magic. * * * * * Vexar En Kalri, captain of the Darsk III, stat at the helm of the ship. His feet were propped up in the most elegant manner that feet could be propped up in. He relaxed and stared at the empty space between himself and the ceiling. His silvery hair flowed down to his shoulders. This coloration didn’t come from age, he was fairly young. This coloration was known as discoloration; a rare space anomaly, mostly seen in pilots or interplanetary drifters. His ocean blue eyes showed signs of utter boredom. “When do we hit the belt?” He said, to anyone listening. He was referring to the asteroid belt. |
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| Selothi | July 28 2008, 07:23 AM Post #2 |
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With one graceful twitch of his leg muscles, Eleric Trancy span round, his grey cape swishing behind him. Piercing grey eyes, the same colour as the cape he wore, gazed at the captain, sitting non-chalantly on his chair, legs propped up. It was all Eleric could do to not propose him a cigarette and coffee, but he knew better than to say such things. "Computer ETA states less than twelve minutes captain, though I bet more on fifteen, we'll have to slow down considerably before reaching the belt, that thing will crush us if we keep up this pace." His gaze then drifted back to the window he'd peering out of. Space, it's big ... was what his son had first told him when viewing a similar scene to this, an endless stretch of pure blackness, dotted with luminous points, like embroidered gems on a fine dress. They glinted for what seemed an eternity, yet science dictated they kept coming and going, and as one went supernova, so did another spring to life. Well, "life", they weren't alive, but they should be, given the beauty they added to the otherwise boring scenery of space. Well, boring, again it wasn't, it was the most fascinating thing one could ever see, and being infinite, which the mind could not comprehend, made it even more enticing. Eleric had lived aboard spaceships most of his life, and he'd often wondered if it ended, if it ever did. After all, if it was infinite, what said that there wasn't some other being, far off in the recesses of it, farther than the mind could even begin to comprehend, off in the distance, peering at the black tapestry of space and wondering the same thing. "Infinity ..." he muttered, his breath forming a veil of fog over the window he now stood so close to. Arranging a medal on his army uniform, the middle-aged man ended his day-dream and turned back to the captain. "Any particular reason you want to know, captain ?" |
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| Vexar | July 29 2008, 01:44 PM Post #3 |
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"Of course there's a reason..." His eyes shifted between the ceiling and Elric. The reason of this question couldn't be released at this moment. Most of his information couldn't be released until the last minute... Perhaps this is why it was always so hard to keep a crew. "Just, make sure the mine arms are ready L." It had been a nickname, among the many he gave anyone and no one. His old amazement of space had long since been ruined and replaced by a much larger sense of respect. "Y'know, just in case, we might wanna prep the gun arms as well..." He always had that gut feeling, most of the time he was wrong; this time, he hoped he was wrong. |
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| Selothi | July 29 2008, 02:07 PM Post #4 |
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Eleric listened, still gazing out at the darkness of space. Finally, as the captain requested that the gun arms be prepared, one of his eyebrows perked, as the lieutenant turned round to face his superior. "You worried about more than just rocks, captain ?" Eleric knew that this belt had occasionally been used as an ambush spot, but the Darsk III was one hell of a ship. She could deflect most incoming shots, and a newly-developped laser-defence system allowed a 35% defence against missiles. Surely any pillagers would see that as the ship neared their location. Relaying the captain's commands down to the rest of the crew via intercom, he turned his head again, and looked out at space, more interested in the asteroid field they were about to enter, worry slowly creeping into his head. He realised that it was a prime location for ambushs, he might be wrong, and many bandits were more than bold enough to try it for profit, still, Trancy hope not. |
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| Colton C | October 8 2008, 02:24 PM Post #5 |
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Tactical Officer Caramihalis sat in the back o the bridge, barley managing to stay awake. He was wearing his signature leather jacket, denim jeans, and had a his archaic pistol from the 21th century semi-auto pistol on his belt. A clear breach of protocol. He wore a pair of sun-glasses today, which was again a breach of protocol, which concealed his closed eyes. Suddenly Reeer!!! Caramihalis suddenly jerks awake. "Sir, we might have a problem here" looking down at his console he detects two heat-tracking missiles bearing down on the ships position. "Sir, we have two blaisers bearing down our position, 13 klicks out, ETA 45 seconds." Edited by Colton C, October 10 2008, 08:20 PM.
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| Vexar | October 8 2008, 05:49 PM Post #6 |
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"Cara, glad to hear your voice." Vex rang through on the com system. "I was hoping I would be prepping up for a reason." He smirked as he called various commands back to his pilots. The ship seemed to whiz back and forth through the asteroid field. It was a good chance of suicide, not near as much as facing down multiple missiles. "How's the trail look Cara?" Vex called back quickly through the com system. |
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| Colton C | October 8 2008, 07:19 PM Post #7 |
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Caramihalis looked down at his console, observing the many sensor readings, which would seem illegible to the normal person. With a smirk he looks up and says: "We seem to have lost the missiles in the belt sir, yet they didn't come from nowhere." Caramihalis looked down at the charts and graphs in front of him, Trying to decipher the many necessary calculations. He was often impressed by his amassing skill with numbers, which he often used as an excuse to be an argent ass. Unfortunately for those around him he was a good tactical "officer", so it worked. He has no rank, because he is technically not an officer, he is an "adviser" to the crew, allowing him to make choices that violated protocol. In all realism however, he acted as the ships unofficial first officer. Due to the fact that the commander that ran the beta-shift was afraid of making someone angry, he could often not make the most mundane of choices. Caramihalis often joked that he was the commander, and some of the enlisted men actually believe it. He is a jerk, and can be argumentative and demeaning, yet he always gets the job done. In an important situation he can be counted on to make a choice, even if it isn't popular. Anyways, after a few seconds he continued on. "Those missiles came from something larger than a fighter or a marauder, probably a cruiser." OoC: sorry about the edits, I am new at this and am trying to get it right. Edited by Colton C, October 10 2008, 08:20 PM.
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| RockmanG | October 9 2008, 12:04 PM Post #8 |
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Ensign Ginsberg wiped his brow with one of the cloth rags he always kept on hand for no reason other than he liked the texture. Even though he was an expert pilot (having graduated early at the top of his class), he had never actually been in a combat situation. He was about average height, and weighed around 130 pounds, which was apparently close to ideal, since a higher weight or body fat percentage might risk heart problems during particularly demanding manuevers. He inhaled deeply, trying to still his pounding heart. The missiles had really bothered...well, no, scared him. To be completely honest, he had found the captain's orders questionable, but he'd refrained from saying anything because he was unable to think of a better alternative. "W-what's our next action, Captain," he asked, cursing his shaking voice. Seated in the helm chair at the front of the bridge, he had a clear view of the tumbling rocks surrounding the ship, as well as the dying puffs of light caused by the missile impacts. Space un-nerved him. His father had disappeared during an accident on a routine voyage. The ship he'd been on had been charting asterroid patterns to help with the system maps, when it dropped out of contact. The last message had been that they'd encountered some unusual energy readings, and were moving in to investigate. As such, he was already paranoid about asteroid fields. The missiles hadn't helped anything; He was practically shaking now, his mind succumbing to panic. But he forced himself to focus. Panicking would not help the current situation. Though he was still twitchy, he managed to tap the command into his display to sweep the area surrounding the ship with the basic flight sensors. "Nothing on flight sensors, c-captain." He swallowed. "Shall I move us clear of the f-field?" |
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| Colton C | October 9 2008, 12:17 PM Post #9 |
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Caramihalis sat in the back, trying to conceal his grin. He was watching the young pilot in the front of the ship almost die of the fright of space! He let off an, almost inaudible, chuckle. He thought to himself... Is this what the academy turns out now! I didn't graduate first in my class, or in the top 10%, but at least I wasn't afraid of space! His record said he was the best, I hope that it wasn't lining to us. He stomped on his foot to stop from laughing. He then started observing his graphs and charts again. "I'm not picking up anything on tactical sensors either, yet something has to be out there." Edited by Colton C, October 10 2008, 08:21 PM.
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| Vexar | October 9 2008, 04:52 PM Post #10 |
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Vexar listened over the ramblings and shouts of various crew members. All of them pointed to no other signs of an attacker. "My friends, you've not been through the belt very often have yeh?" He asked aloud to those who were honed in on him. "Thirty degrees, topside; Fifteen solar side. Lets test these new gunarms out!" He commanded buckling in to his seat. The viewer of the ship allowed something, large asteroid sized, to come into sights. "Ah, Kahliv ships!" These were ships of metal that was fused and clumped together from harvesting various ores from mining. "Seems this one is rather... Modified." He smirked, "Engage!" |
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| Colton C | October 9 2008, 05:17 PM Post #11 |
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Caramihalis responded eminently to his captain's orders. Addressing the tactical readout, that was now modified to pick up that ship, he began to establish a targeting lock. After a few seconds of tampering the console let out a "ping!" "Gun arms locked captain!" Caramihalis then returned his view to his console. After a few clicks several bursts of machine gun rounds fired from the primary gun arms. What amassed Caramihalis was the sound. Even though there isn't noise in space, the sound of the ship rattling is louder then the actual bangs from the gun. After a few shots he looked back at his screen. "50 cals have no effect, they bounce right off the hull. Shall I try missiles, we only have 9 left... I told you to restock before we left dock!" Edited by Colton C, October 10 2008, 08:22 PM.
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| RockmanG | October 9 2008, 09:05 PM Post #12 |
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Ginsberg felt his heart begin racing again. It was like a nightmare come to life. An asteroid attacking them! He felt the paralysis induced by terror begin to set into his limbs, making them feel as though they were of stone. With a tremendous effort, he managed to halt the panic, long enough to form a coherent sentence. "Captain?! Requesting exit vector? W-we're...low on ammo...and...possibly outgunned?" Then he realized what he sounded like, and forced himself to utilize a technique one of his instructors taught him back at the academy. Focusing on one thing, he was able to close off all other thoughts and feelings. "My apologies, sir. Requesting orders." Ginsberg said in a voice completely devoid of emotion. He could feel the panic beneath his mental shield, struggling to find even the tiniest crack in his barrier. He could only maintain this state of thought for a short time, as it was incredibly mentally taxing. He could only hope they'd resolve this before his mind failed. |
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| Selothi | November 1 2008, 06:39 PM Post #13 |
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[This thing still going ?] Eleric looked all about, gazing out of the window, then at the other few people of import in the helm. One fist slightly clenched, he gazed back at the captain: "I'd say we loose our missiles ... Better to be low on ammo afterwards rather than letting them fire more of their own. In our current state, the defence grid might not be able to pick up the missile among the other asteroid debris, and being hit is not something I want to experience, the Darsk is still too new for that." he grinned at last. As his eyes swept past the various numbers, graphs and sensor readings on his screens, he grinned some more. Indeed, they only had nine missiles, but they had at least two sonic depth charges. One blast of those, and any item in the area that didn't create its own gravity or at least have a shockwave shield would find itself rocked severely. And judging by the size and mass of those ships, they wouldn't survive long if they smashed against an asteroid. "Captain, may I suggest we use a sonic depth charge ? One of those and we'll not only scatter those Kahlivs, but also hopefully smash them against the surrounding asteroids. Just gotta make sure we've got a good escape route of we don't want to be pelted by rocks ourselves !" A hardened hand brushed the hem of his grey cloak, as Eleric turned around once more to face the captain, the right one fiddling with his collar. |
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| Colton C | November 1 2008, 10:08 PM Post #14 |
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Caramihalis entered some commands into his console. Pressing the open intercom button he announced "Load the depth charges into the torpedo bays, prepare to launch." He then looked up, facing the captain "I'm sorry captain, I have to make a decision." The adviser then places a few buttons on the control panel and launches the depth charge. Outside the ship, there is silence. Thousands of asteroids collide against the ship, slowly the air leeks out. "They are loosing atmo, it worked." After this the captain moves off the bridge without saying a word. (He sent me that I could do this in a private message.) Then, at this point, Caramihalis announces over the intercom "Ensign Victor, report to the bridge." Caramihalis then went and sat in the captain's chair. "Eleric, prepare a boarding party and bring a shuttle to that ship, they might have something useful on there." |
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| RockmanG | November 2 2008, 11:42 AM Post #15 |
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"Shall I move us in closer, or maintain current position...commander?" Ginsberg asked, still in a flat monotone. He made a few minor adjustments, rotating the ship to present the smallest target to the enemy, just in case they were playing possum. This also allowed the ship to provide physical and weapon coverage for the shuttle when it moved out. He ran another scan of the surrounding belt, and the enemy ship. "No lifepods detected, and no other hostiles in sensor range. Orders, sir?" |
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| Colton C | November 2 2008, 06:14 PM Post #16 |
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"Keep us at this distance ensign, If the shuttle is placed under fire I want room to move." Caramihalis felt comfortable in command, as if it was his place in life. He worked on Darsk 3 so that he could save up money to buy a ship of his own someday. Clunk! "Ensign! keep track of those asteroids!" Caramihalis often gave the new crewmen a hard time, It was his form of saying welcome. |
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| RockmanG | November 2 2008, 06:59 PM Post #17 |
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"Compensating, Commander. Tracking asteroids and adjusting holding pattern to c-compensate..." Ginsberg shook his head. His self imposed trance was beginning to wear off, and the panic was returning. He could feel it at the edges of his mind, but refused to give in just yet. He slid his fingers over the console, firing micro burst from the thrusters to manuever the ship between approaching asteroids. His hands trembled, just the slightest, but he could feel his concentration wearing thin. "Commander, might I respectfully inquire about...the...st-status of the shuttle?" |
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| Selothi | November 3 2008, 08:31 PM Post #18 |
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A smile flashed on the man's face, as he saw the depth charge do short work of the bandits. That smile vanished, as Caramihalis basically took command, as the captain walked away. Eleric didn't bother chasing after him; the man probably had something on his mind. Acquiescing with a nod of his head, Trancy delivered a few hushed orders over the intercom, and soon, he was promised, there would be a shuttle readied. As the other two on the bridge busied themselves yelling orders, and the pilot shimmied the ship hither-to to avoid the debris from the asteroids, Eleric unclipped his cloak, and pulling a draw out from under his screen, fetched a standard issue pistol. A knife was already hidden about his person. "Shuttle ready ..." he heard the engineer radio through the link. "If you don't mind, Cara, I'll accompany the boys myself. Just back from leave on Earth, I gotta get used to space again." This was said firstly to the replacement captain, but also to the engineer, so as to withhold the launch of the pod 'till he arrived. |
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| Colton C | November 3 2008, 09:03 PM Post #19 |
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"Good, the crewman can't do anything wright anyway." Ensign Victor moved onto the bridge and took his post at Caramihalis's desk. Caramihalis looked out the viewing screen towards the stars. Space is ugly and untamed, and here I am. Taming it. (Until Vexar posts again, I am not going to exclusively control environments. All players have DM abilities until he returns. I think that all of you will take this seriously.) |
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| Selothi | November 4 2008, 05:36 AM Post #20 |
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"Ugh, I wouldn't say that ..." The reason this starship wasn't already blown to pieces, or crushed by asteroids, was the crew. They managed the small titbits, but that ultimately kept everything in motion. And if Caramihalis thought that he could get away with running a starship with only a handful of friends, and no subordinated crew, then he was very wrong. Eleric didn't want to see what the outcome was. As he bitterly thought this, the intercom broke the silence on the bridge. With a short fizzle, the chief engineer spoke out: "Shuttle is ready whenever you are, commander. Located at escape dock 7. Over and out." 'Okay' answered the veteran, though of course, the link had been cut, so no-one other than those in the helm would hear him. "If you'll excuse me people, I've a crew to accompany." and with that said, he marched out of the bridge. Meeting a lift, he took it, slowly going down a few floors, into the actual belly of the beast. His booted feet made echoing sounded on the grate-covered floor of these parts, the metallic "clip clop" already announcing his arrival. Dock 5 ... Dock 6 ... They flitted by, white forms imprinted on a metallic grey canvas, the fresh paint not even chipped yet. One could almost smell the solvents still in it. Dock 7 ... Eleric wrapped his hand around the cold metal of the handle, and with a small, downwards tug, the door slid open with a "p-shhh". A few heads turned his way, saluting at the commander. "At ease" he stated. After a few moments, he met Chief Engineer Olson, a clipboard in one hand, his other doing a quick salute. Breach of protocol in any of the higher-ups saw. "Right, the pod has five men in it Trancy, they're rather small. You've got a scouting sonar, a high-power laser, with an optional mining setting, a powerful radio, so do keep contact, and each seat has a full ammo depot under it, or so it seems. Feel free to help yourselves to them when you enter the wreckage. I don't want anyone pissing about with this new baby !" he shouted, more to the other five than Eleric. "Now, good hunt, commander, find something valuable for us, eh ?" he finished. "Will do ..." acquiesced Trancy with a nod. The veteran went first, taking his seat at the far front of the shuttle, while the other five filled the seats after him, their armour clinking as they moved in the confined space. "Closing shuttle door ..." he stated, and on cue, the door slid shut, blasting some fresh air through the vents at the top and back in jets of white smoke. "This might be bumpy guys, haven't tried these new ones out. Switching this and that on, he launched the shuttle off, and with a kick-start from the Darsk, and anti-gravitational push, in other words, they were off weaving through the mass of floating rocks to the Kahliv ship. |
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| RockmanG | November 5 2008, 01:11 PM Post #21 |
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Ginsberg watched the shuttle's progress, both on his console and through the viewport. Part of him wanted to be with them, but another part was glad to be here in the relative safety of the Darsk 3. His nerves were beginning to settle somewhat, and he felt himself working with a tentative, but very real, confidence. His hands hardly shook as manipulated the controls, twisting the ship between the flying space bodies. Once he was past the panic induced by combat, he was able to relax into the familiar motions of flight. He'd always found flying to be strangely relaxing, while others found it nerve-wracking. He mentally smacked himself for his panic, realizing that if he'd just allowed himself to focus on the ship, he would've been fine. What a stupid mistake. He'd have to do better in the future, in order to prove to the captain he was worth keeping on the ship. Speaking of the captain...well, it was his duty to follow the chain of command...but still...he found Caramihalis's self imposed command disconcerting. It made him nervous to see how one of the other officers so readily took over, especially when he wasn't next in line. He'd obey Caramihalis, but he'd also keep an eye on him... Ginsberg's musing was interrupted by a flashing light on his console. There were multiple movements detected around the hostile ship. He scanned them with the flight sensors, and determined that their trajectories were too organized to be asteroids. Though he couldn't identify them, he was able to determine their course; they were closing on the general destination of the shuttle. "Commander...m-multiple readings detected around hostile target...course projected to intercept with the dispatched shuttle." Ginsberg eyed the console, watching the movements, then keyed the hailing signal. "Shuttle-7, this is Darsk 3. You have...s-several readings closing on your position. Analysis of trajectory concludes that they are not random enough to be a-asteroids...r-recommend you exercise ex-extreme caution...Darsk 3 out." Edited by RockmanG, November 5 2008, 01:40 PM.
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| Selothi | November 7 2008, 01:40 PM Post #22 |
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"Shuttle-7, this is Darsk 3. You have...s-several readings closing on your position. Analysis of trajectory concludes that they are not random enough to be a-asteroids...r-recommend you exercise ex-extreme caution...Darsk 3 out." Eleric heard Ginsberg's heads-up loud and clear. "Roger Darsk 3, yeah, I see them, keep us post for any other readings. Thanks, and over and out." The commander cut the com-link, the small red light winking out into nothingness in the dashboard, plunging Trancy's face back into the darkness that had only been partly pierced by its red hue. "Whoever's in gunner seat, keep an open eye at your ten-eleven o'clock, we got something out there, most likely hostile." After a short silence wherein only the slight fizz of the shuttle's engines could be heard, the gunner answered a simple "Okay, sir, see them." before disturbing the silence no longer. Eleric manoeuvred deftly through the asteroid field, weaving in and out of sight of the wreckage of the Kahliv ship, and the hostiles slowly approaching them. Yep, they were closing in on them, at least a half-dozen small ships, the blue flames from their jets barely visible against the black of space, or the grey and brown of the armada of rocks that could swat them all like bothersome flies with only one trick of fate. Another light flashed up, red and adjacent to the radar. Eleric knew straight away what it meant: "We've a missile homing on us, prepare for evasive movements everyone; gunner, get your sights ready, let's blow "em out of space ..." A second time, he mused. Cutting the power to the thrusters by about 60%, Trancy hunched up right to the twirling form of a large asteroid, one eye on the course in front of him, the other on the radar, ready to see a small red spot appear at any time. Unleashing the power, he went and hid behind an asteroid, slowing down again, and simply following the movement of the huge rock, while always creeping towards the wreckage, and that flock of hostiles. Far behind, he heard an explosion: as the commander expected, the homing device on the missile wasn't good enough to weave it's way through this field of asteroids. "Gunner ..." he muttered, before kicking the boost once more, breaking cover and charging towards the closest raiding shuttle, as he recognised it to be now. "Open fire !" he shouted, and the rail-gun unleashed a solid line of slugs, several hitting the matted grey surface of the shuttle. A fire broke out on its surface, the heated bullets doing their job marvellously well. Eleric avoided a volley of bullets, doing a full circle before setting at a higher altitude, the hail of bullets from the gun, and the far off explosions the only thing heard in the otherwise tense atmosphere of the escape shuttle. Not a word was spoken, as each soldier gripped the railing on the roof, heads turning hither-to to gaze out of the few windows at what their commander and gunner were doing. Charging straight for another of the looter ships, Eleric saw the line of red head straight for another shuttle, but any sense of victory was lost completely, when their own shuttle shook vigorously, alert messages flaring up all over the dash-board. One of the looters had attacked from above, and already a significant of the hard outer-casing, the only armour for these small ships, was destroyed or damaged. Veering left, and diving down, Eleric brought the ship in the cover of another part of the field, forgoing open-space combat for a bit of hunting. Weaving his way through the gravity-held rocks likes a spinster's hands through an apron, a scarf or whatever other creation she was making at present, shuttle-7 chased the attacker, occasionally catching a glimpse of its lithe grey form, a quick imprint on their retina of its blue thrusters. After many minutes, everyone's muscles tensed and awaiting another attack, or another hail of bullets from their rail-gun, the gunner cried out in success: "Got the bugger !" he shouted, just as an explosion happened on the surface of another of those rocks. Giving out a quick word of congratulation, Eleric headed back to the open, and a few minutes after, the looter shuttles were just another piece of debris in the asteroid field. "Hostiles taken out Darsk 3. We're heading for the wreckage, what exactly would you want us to salvage ?" he called out to the Darsk, as each solider offered a pat on the back of their pilot and gunner, tension relieved as they all breathed without the muscles in their chest tight around their lungs. Having all shared a sigh of relief, it was time to get back to the matter at hand. |
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| RockmanG | November 14 2008, 10:01 AM Post #23 |
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Ginsberg adjusted his seat, then brought his hands over his console again. Adjusting his course, he began to bring the Darsk in closer, all the while keeping an eye out for more hostiles. "I-if I might make a suggestion, try and find their sensor module. They were obviously able to detect us at a greater range than we could detect them. If we could integrate that into the Darsk's systems, w-we could improve our defensive capabilities by a significant amount." Ginsberg was happy that his voice was getting stronger. He turned to the acting commander. "Any suggestions, Commander?" |
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