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Starsector => Lore, Fan Media & Fiction => Topic started by: Upgradecap on April 15, 2012, 10:27:01 AM
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Very well, here comes lore about the TimCORP
(Please do note, i didn't write this, but Shazar02 did, thank him, not me :))
From here on follows a story concerning a young captain in the TimCORP fleet, Davian.
Hope you like it :)
Admiral, " Davian's advisor said, " The marines are geared and ready to begin the operation. Orders? " Davian clenched his rifle as his advisor loaded his. Davian was assigned to lead a boarding operation on a stolen Super-Leviathan; The biggest the TimCORP had to offer. It was stolen due to carelessnes from one of Davian's childhood friends, Scott. Scott was executed the day before, by a volunteering Admiral Davian, wishing to give his friend a simple, quick death instead of the violent torture given to Fleet-Admirals who'd lost their ship.
Davian had to retrieve the ship with next to no damage, or he'd suffer a similar fate. Though, he saw it as a reasonable punishment for losing one of the last three remaining Super-Leviathon owned by the TimCORP. He knew that losing this ship would deal a devastating blow to his own people, not only from losing a ship that turned the TimCORP's economy into complete turmoil each time one was made, or attempted to be made, but the technology in the Super-Leviathan was too grand to lose, and should be destroyed before allowed into the hands of mere pirates.
The rest of Davian's squad, elite infantry units created only for the retrieval of such expensive equipment, which seemed to happen way too often nowadays, were to be given the same death sentence upon failure.
" Alright men," Davian said, walking up to a small virtual map of the Leviathan, " We will be landing on this escape pod hatch here." Davian pointed to a small air-tight opening in the ship. While this method of boarding has been used before, it was easily the least safe and required exact precision. Davian, however, would be piloting the boarding craft.
" This location is the closest spot to the command center. With no troops in the area, we should make it there in about two minutes," Davian stated, " But that won't be so easy. "
" The entire ship is filled with many, yet inexperienced pirate guardsmen that will shoot on sight. We should expect heavy resistance, and should stick togethor unless told other-wise. Understood? " Davian asked. The three squads of infantry men replied yes, and got ready for the breach. Before Davian could dock, a tremendous amount of turret fire was flung at them, making the maneuver that much harder. Damn, I didn't think they'd be able to figure out how to use the weapons system on the ship yet, Davian thought. The ship had extremely advanced weapon systems, making it close to impossible to fire. That is, except for TimCORP gunners.
Reguardless, the Pirates couldn't land a single hit on the boarding craft, allowing Davian to board the ship. Davian left the cockpit and walked into the main section of the boarding craft, grabbing his Rifle. As he loaded a fresh magazine, a warning siren came on from inside the Leviathan.
" Here comes the greeting party, " A marine said, jokingly. Davian grinned as he disengaged the lock on the boarding craft's air-lock doors, ordering his men to walk out. He looked around cautiously, saw no one, and ordered an advance to the control room.
" Don't you think... this seems... a bit too... easy? " Said one of the marines, a little out of breath from the running.
" Yes, I do. And, how are you already out of breath? We've been running for only about half a minute! " Replied Davian, hiding that he was also a bit tired. The alarm is still on, yet we've encountered no one, Davian thought, but why? When they reached the command center, they noticed the blast doors were open.
" Jenkins, scout the room. Look for anything suspicious, the rest of us will wait out here, " Davian ordered. Jenkins nodded and walked in. In a matter of seconds, the marine walked back out and said, " everyone is dead, sir. " Davian looked at the soldier in shock, and walked in to see for himself. It was true, there was blood splattered everywhere. On further inspection, the words ' Your Welcome ' were carved into one of the pirate's chest.
" Get these bodies out of here, " Davian said as he sat down to try contacting the TimCORP command station in the system. Something was awfully wrong, and Davian didn't have the man power to send troops around the ship looking for who did this, and the ship didn't have the proper fuel to fly back to command. All he could do was wait.
And the second part:" We need a medic, ASAP! " Davian shouted into his radio, comforting a critically wounded soldier while firing into the shadows. In a second, the beast that Davian was shooting at swooped down and charged at him. Die, you bastard, Davian said in his head as he fired his pistol three times, each round hitting it in the head. Only seconds later, three infantry-men, including a medic, busted into the engine room.
" What the hell happened here? " Asked a soldier. He was shocked when he saw the massive bipedal beast, blood red skin with massive veins popping out in several places. Only now Davian noticed it's gigantic steel-like blades that replaced possible hands, and long brown spikes rolling down it's neck and spine, being forced to watch the beast's terrifying, bloodshot eyes.
" I-I don't know," Davian replied, still shaken from the encounter, " It just attacked me and Jenkins. Luckily, I managed no real injuries. Jenkins wasn't as lucky." Davian looked at his near dead subordinate, noting several lashes in his chest. There were bruises all over, and apparent burn marks, too. The medic noticed these fairly quickly, and rubbed his hand on one. In a matter of seconds, a part of the medic's glove, which covered the index finger, turned black and was reduced to a pile of ash.
" Good god! Williams, get me some ice and bandages, we may lose Jenkins quicker than I thought, " The medic cried urgently. Davian got up, slightly sickened from the amount of blood and gashes on Jenkins, and walked to the beast. As Davian, cautiously, crouched near the beast, he put his hand against it. Thank god it's dea,- Davian was interrupted mid-thought, as he could swear he felt a pulse on the monster. In seconds, he felt another, and another, and another.
" ***, everybody, get back!" Davian shouted as the monster awoke.
" Get Jenkins out of here, now!" One of the soldiers shouted, aiming his rifle at the monster. The medic didn't hesitate, and carried Jenkins out of the room.
It didn't take long for the beast to recover. The monster charged at one of the soldiers that was firing at it, smashing his body into one of the blast-shield doors. The deformed soldier dropped to the floor, and the blast-shield doors were busted right open.
" Holy ***! " One of the soldiers cried, firing his rifle at the monster. The bullets he fired seemed to just bounce off the creature's skin, as it walked into the halls of the Super-Leviathan.
" All squads, unknown ugly bastard in the engine sector of the ship. Bring in all I.B.L.R.Gs! (Infantry Based Light Rail Guns)" The soldier ordered through radio. In a second, he ran out of the room, firing at the creature. All Davian could see from inside the engine room was the man flying past the door frame.
Davian rushed to the man, who was injured, but still able. Davian turned around, and saw that the creature had it's eyes on him. ***, Davian said to himself.
" Watch out," The soldier said as the monster charged at Davian. Davian and the slightly wounded infantry men dodged the creature, making a run towards the command center. In a few seconds, the rest of the squads passed by them, carrying Rail Guns capable of punching through two inches of steel. It's not my fight anymore, Davian thought to himself as they neared the command center.
More to follow shortly, although these will be posted in the TimCORP thread aswell. (But some will remain for this thread only ;))
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Wow, nice!
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Again, i'm not the one who should recive credit, but it's Shazar02 :)
Anyway, here's another part of the story:
" We need a medic, ASAP! " Davian shouted into his radio, comforting a critically wounded soldier while firing into the shadows. In a second, the beast that Davian was shooting at swooped down and charged at him. Die, you bastard, Davian said in his head as he fired his pistol three times, each round hitting it in the head. Only seconds later, three infantry-men, including a medic, busted into the engine room.
" What the hell happened here? " Asked a soldier. He was shocked when he saw the massive bipedal beast, blood red skin with massive veins popping out in several places. Only now Davian noticed it's gigantic steel-like blades that replaced possible hands, and long brown spikes rolling down it's neck and spine, being forced to watch the beast's terrifying, bloodshot eyes.
" I-I don't know," Davian replied, still shaken from the encounter, " It just attacked me and Jenkins. Luckily, I managed no real injuries. Jenkins wasn't as lucky." Davian looked at his near dead subordinate, noting several lashes in his chest. There were bruises all over, and apparent burn marks, too. The medic noticed these fairly quickly, and rubbed his hand on one. In a matter of seconds, a part of the medic's glove, which covered the index finger, turned black and was reduced to a pile of ash.
" Good god! Williams, get me some ice and bandages, we may lose Jenkins quicker than I thought, " The medic cried urgently. Davian got up, slightly sickened from the amount of blood and gashes on Jenkins, and walked to the beast. As Davian, cautiously, crouched near the beast, he put his hand against it. Thank god it's dea,- Davian was interrupted mid-thought, as he could swear he felt a pulse on the monster. In seconds, he felt another, and another, and another.
" ***, everybody, get back!" Davian shouted as the monster awoke.
" Get Jenkins out of here, now!" One of the soldiers shouted, aiming his rifle at the monster. The medic didn't hesitate, and carried Jenkins out of the room.
It didn't take long for the beast to recover. The monster charged at one of the soldiers that was firing at it, smashing his body into one of the blast-shield doors. The deformed soldier dropped to the floor, and the blast-shield doors were busted right open.
" Holy ***! " One of the soldiers cried, firing his rifle at the monster. The bullets he fired seemed to just bounce off the creature's skin, as it walked into the halls of the Super-Leviathan.
" All squads, unknown ugly bastard in the engine sector of the ship. Bring in all I.B.L.R.Gs! (Infantry Based Light Rail Guns)" The soldier ordered through radio. In a second, he ran out of the room, firing at the creature. All Davian could see from inside the engine room was the man flying past the door frame.
Davian rushed to the man, who was injured, but still able. Davian turned around, and saw that the creature had it's eyes on him. ***, Davian said to himself.
" Watch out," The soldier said as the monster charged at Davian. Davian and the slightly wounded infantry men dodged the creature, making a run towards the command center. In a few seconds, the rest of the squads passed by them, carrying Rail Guns capable of punching through two inches of steel. It's not my fight anymore, Davian thought to himself as they neared the command center.
Hope you like it. :)
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I love it! Just one thing, why is Jenkins always the poor sap to get killed? In just about every book I've read (Fallen Angels, to be more exact), Jenkins is the one to get hurt. Still, good story!
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I love it! Just one thing, why is Jenkins always the poor sap to get killed? In just about every book I've read (Fallen Angels, to be more exact), Jenkins is the one to get hurt. Still, good story!
Well, jenkins isin't dead. He's just critically wounded, it's all explained in the upcoming parts ;)
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Well, anyone got constructive criticism on the parts? :)
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Now, this part i'm going to write here will be by me (atleast i tried, right? :))
Darkness. Fire. That infernal cruiser. And then she woke up.
Those nightmares had been plaguing her for over a month now. And yet it's always the same nightmare, with little changes. She is leading an scouting fleet with her aurora as an flagship, and then they always get attacked. And the last thing she always sees is that heavy cruiser. With the badge of an eagle inside a cogwheel.
"Liz, you're needed on the bridge, pronto!" Her second in cimmand yelled over the comm channel.
"On it" She coulden't get that dream out of her head as she passed down the dimly lit hallways of the aurora. It was clearly noticable that the ship had recently been in battle. Construction sets where littering the hallways as it was a junkyard.
The doors of the bridge where jammed shut, as the controls for it had yet to be repaired, so she had to force her way through the doors. "What so urgent that i can't even get to sleep?" She asked the second in command.
It was clear from the first view of him that he was quite experienced with the job. His expressions where nothing more than a occasional smile, and the way he talked it sounded like he had gotten through the worst of things. Which, in a sense, was true.
"We've got an unknown contact on the radar, and oh boy it's big."
"Any identification on it?"
"None. It seems it's neither Tri Tachyon or Hegemony."
Then whose could it be? She thought, silently inside the deepest reaches of her mind.
"Any ships that are in the vicinity?"
"None - No signatures ma'am." He said, gruntly. He had been through this type of thing dozens of times before. And his impatience always showed up.
It was very rare that these kind of ships showed up in the middle of nowhere. It was usually a silent grave for those that had been killed in battle. It is widley considered that those kind of ships be left alone. But now that both the hegemony and the tri tachyon are after her, she coulden't pass out on an oppertunity such as this.
"Prepare boarding parties, lucas."
"Yes ma'am."
And as they where closing in on the ship, they did notice strange things on it. First of all, the size of the exterior weapons where really too large to be produced anywhere in the sector.
And secondly, the ship itself was intact. No signs of damage where visible.
She should have payed attention to those details. But she did notice on symbol she could remotley recognise. The symbol of an eagle inside a cogwheel.
And before they even could do launch the boarding parties, the alarm rang off.
"Ma'am, we've got an entire fleet headed our way, and it looks like they're not the good ones!" Her second in command yelled.
And the last thing that she saw before the ship exploded from the overwhelming fire was an Heavy Cruiser. With an eagle inside a cogwheel.
And then it was darkenss. Not much could be seen from the window in the escape pod. All she could do was hope for that a independent miner would come and pick them up, as did her crew, or what was left of them. But no, she had to be followed by bad luck this day. No, what did come and pick her escape pods up was not an independent, but it was a Tri Tachyon patrol.
They had finally caught her.
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And i would appreciate feedback on my first try to write a story ;)
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The story is great! Also a nice touch to add a female captain instead of a male one.
my only grudge, why are both the Hegemony and TT after her?
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Let's just say she had some bad deals with them in the past ;)
Besides, she did survive in a escape pod, which i failed to mention >.<
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Right, just put out a little bit more on the story there ;)
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She was brought onboard the Tri Tachyon vessel TTS existence, a paragon class battleship.
Her escape pod was quickly brought aboard one of their hangars, where a detachment of marines already stood waiting.
She thought whether to go outside or stay inside the pod, but then she realised she had no real option.
The marines quickly boarded the pod and took her and the remaining crew into custody, but they seperated her from the rest. They took the others into the holding cells while they took her to the bridge. To meet with the captain himself.
An ambitious young officer stood at the command consoles of the bridge. It was clear from the first sight of him that he wasn't very experienced with his job or position. He showed great ambition, but lack of experience made her think that he was easy to trick.
"Where are the rest" he said, politley, with subtle tones of violence, hate, and aggression. She finally realized that he wasen't who he first showed to be. He is one of the best Tri tachyon officers there. Brutal. Master of deception.
"I..... I don't know..." She said, and fear had now gripped her like cold hands of fate and death.
"You're lying. I know your kind, always trying to bring us around the light. I think a night in the holding cells will soften you up. Take her away"
Instantly, from the second of the order, four marines stepped forward and grabbed her, bringing her away from the bridge. The route to the holding cells required them to take several elevator rides down to the belly of the ship.
The final elevator ride down to the bulk of the ship, she had to come up with some plan to escape.
Think liz, think! She cursed herself for being such a slow thinker; In fact, she was always the better one at strategies than the others, but her failure to act on instinct in the heat of the moment made her always carefully plan for every encounter she could possibly meet. But she had not even dreamt about this. Not even in the worst of nightmares.
And then the alarm rang off. The horns followed by the familiar tone of Warning! Warning! Intruder alert! All crew to battlestations! This is not a drill, i repeat, this is not a drill!
And then, the blast doors blew open. Instantly a shower of bullets overwhelmed her and her security detachment. She was luckliy only hit in the shoulder, but the other marines where not so lucky. More Tri Tachyon marines where rushing to combat the boarding parties, but she had already grabbed one of the rifles and ammo from the others and escaped. But she knew that she had to rescue her crew. And that meant going even deeper into the paragon, where the enemy boarding parties already have taken those parts of the ship. She ran off to one of the elevators, but before she could make it, she was intercepted by an enemy officer.
He was battleworn, and yet very young, not more than 20-30 years. He wore a standard uniform, but of which faction she could not identify. That is, until she saw his badge. A eagle inside a cogwheel.
"Well look at what we found here. A little bird. A little bird who dosen't know how to fly. Get her."
She instantly, without even thinking, fired at the direction of the officer. He went down, hit in the shoulder, while she took to escape in one of the vents. A flux vent, in where the end station would be space. But before she could get completley inside the vent, the hail of bullets that came after finally caught up with her leg. She was severly hit with a plasma rifle in the upper thigh, imparing her ability to run.
Damn, what won't happend today? She thought.
To be continued....... :D
Critique is greatly appreciated for this masterpeice ( i hope ::))
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Realy Realy nice, cant wait for more!!
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That was very well done upgrade, I hope there will be more soon!
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That was very well done upgrade, I hope there will be more soon!
Ofcourse ;D
I will always keep this up-to-date. Might actully make a new part today :)
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Quite a good read, I must say. If any criticism is needed, I'd suggest possibly have more descriptiveness in surroundings and such. Though I tend to put an excessive amount of description in things when I write things.
Saying that, keep up the awesome work, in lore and in the mod :)
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Thanks! It's those words that help us writers get along with our stories. ;)
Will be posting a new part tomorrow ;)
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Well i have 1 question do you hate shoulders? But else damn good work and one more thing are Liz TimCORP or ??? did i miss out Badly
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Liz is independent. But both the Trittachs and the hegemony hunt her.
And yeah, i dislike shoulders ;)
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You did say that she made a bad deal with the tri tachs and the hegemony but according to the ''ingame lore'' hegemony and the mercenary/independent kinda friends?
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There is, however, a difference between independents/mercenaries and independent captains. The AI faction is the former, the player is the latter. I'm assuming for the sake of the story, that Liz is also the latter
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Continuation of the story follows from here on:
"Sir, we've captured the paragon, but a few medusas ran off. Boarding teams alpha through delta are reporting all contacts decimated." An officer behind one of the control screens stated.
"Any escape pods?" The admiral asked. He was younger than most of the admirals, and still very deadly. It was his strategies that brought them to this part of the system, and he knew it. He was not so battleworn, but was wearing the standard sidearm and uniform required by all active officers.
"None sir - they where either picked up by the fleeing ships or by ours."
"Good, good." He stated, but not changing his expression.
"Also sir, there seems to be an independent group onboard the ship. Atleast one of them is still running."
"Hmmm. Isin't worth our attention. Keep focusing on the power cores from the paragon. We'll need those for the production plants."
"Ofcourse, sir."
Meanwhile, onboard the paragon, liz was still trapped in the flux vents.
Damn, there are soldiers all over the damn ship She thought, silently.
She was inside one of the flux vents onboard the paragon. She was able to watch every soldier from them without them ever noticing her.
But she had also noticed that they took her crew aboard the heavy cruiser TCN Pantheon.
she had to save them from the clutches of the TimCORP, but how would they escape then? The battlegroup was just right outside if they tried to escape with a shuttle.
But then she remembered that they where inside Corvus XI gravity well. All it would need was just a small nudge towards the planet to cause a ship to crash onto the surface of it.
And she was after all onboard a paragon-class battleship.
She decided to go to the bridge, though it would require her to take the elevators. And her leg was still bleeding, though not heavily as she had used a first-aid to stop the bleeding a bit.
She jumped out of the vent when it was all-clear, and went straight for the elevators. But suddently, she heard footsteps and radio noise. She looked quickly around, but she didn't have much of a choice to flee! Where she was at currently was a sealed off corridor with no chance to escape. She quickly went back, but then she heard chatter coming from that part of the corridor aswell.
Damn, i'm locked in She thought.
But then she noticed that the ceiling had a small venting system inplace, nodoubt for air. Though it was too small for her to fit in, she could grasp it with her hands and hang from it.
She had been in the hegemony military before this trek, and she was quite young, so doing this would prove to be no real problem. She hang from the ceiling while both patrols passed below her completley unaware of her presence there.
The elevator ride up to the bridge proves to be no problem, but she surprised when she found out that the bridge was left unguarded. She took the controls of the paragon into the captains screen, and began to drive it.
Meanwhile, onboard the heavy cruiser.
"Ehm, sir. The paragon appears to be moving in our direction." The second in command stated, now starting to get worried.
"Don't be ridiculous, there's nobody onboard it execpt for TimCORP personnel, and that independent which could prove no harm."
"It is moving quite fast in our direction now, and if it pushes us too far into the gravity well, we'll crash!"
Corvus XI was known for it's extremly strong gravity well, which could bring down any spaceship.
"Evasive maneuvers, now!!" The admiral ordered, now worried because of that lumping ship approaching them at flank speed.
"We won't make it sir!"
"Order the battlegroup to cause a flameout on it's engines, now!!"
Very well then, time to leave this wreck She thought, as she took to escape in one of the shuttles. She would be forced to rescue her crew, but that was an another task which was much easier now.
As the battlegroup commenced full fire on the paragons engines, they where completley oblivious to a small shuttle leaving it.
The paragon slammed at flank speed into the engine systems of the heavy cruiser, severloy damaging the engines.
To be continued...... ;)
Feddback is as always appreciated. Lot's of goodies are to come ;)
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Hmm...I like it! Although it's not so common you find a Paragon without it's admiral at the helm, but nevertheless, a good story. I can see how you can hang from the ceiling, but it's not like your gonna be invisible. :D
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Well, it was a tritachyon paragon, and the timcorp had boarded it.
But in the next part, she will rescue her crew, somehow ;)
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Alright, new piece out here ;):
"This is battlegroup delta, cores have been seized and prisoners taken. Returning home to base, over."
"Roger that, battlegroup delta. Welcome back to battlestation Arnious. Had any troubles on the way?"
"Aye, we've had troubles. The heavy cruiser "TCN Deltacom" Has had it's engine assembly rammed by a paragon. It's on tow here, over."
"Roger that, admiral. Proceed to docking bay D18, over."
"Copy that, command." Leo was unpleased with the mission results. He had hoped to bring the entire paragon back home, but since that damn independent had crashed his plan, he had to statisfy himself with the powercores only.
"We're approaching docking-bay D18, sir."
"Roger that, helmsman. Bring her in for repairs."
"Aye, sir." The helmsman responded. He effortlessley piloted the heavy cruiser "TCN Antonia" into docking-bay D18. It was clear from the first sight that he was very experienced with his job.
Good god, that station is a monster She thought while she carefully piloted her little shuttle out of sensor range. It was true, the station was the largest station in this sector. It was armed with enough weaponry to take on three full Hegemony SDFs at a time. And as if that wasen't enough, it could dock battleships-class ships in it's enoromous hangars.
But her crew was held prisoners onboard that station. And she had to save them.
While the ship was in for drydock reparirs, an young station offical approached him.
"Admiral, the chief-in-command wishes to see you onboard the station bridge." He told him.
"Tell him i'll be there soon." He took the short tramway ride to bridge and, before entering, always corrected the uniform.
The doors opened, but not in the conventional fashion, no. They opend by sliding up into the roof of the doors, which was quite a nifty feature.
The bridge itself was the largest of the TimCORP battlestations. It was approximatley 100 meters across, and was filled with holo-screen terminals. At the center of the bridge, near the main viewport, stood the commanders holo-screen, and chair, which was coated in syntax-leather, the finest material that existed.
"Admiral, thank you for coming so soon." A man stood up from the chair and approached the admiral, presumably to shake hands with him.
He was not much taller than Leo, only a few inches taller, but he presented an attitude which was common amongst TimCORP commanders.
"My pleasure." He shook hands with him, and he had a steadfast handshake.
"As you may know, there has been reports of several fleets that have been destroyed in this very system. By an fleet much smaller than theirs. This included the loss of Fleet Admiral Andreios, which was highly unpleaseant."
That was true, and he knew it from the battlereports.
All that they stated was that their battlefleets had gotten decimated by a much smaller fleet, often usually in scouting size.
"But sir, we've encountered such a fleet - and destroyed it!"
"Anyway, the fleet commander was indentified as a certain Elizabeth Taylor. Her records show that she had been in the hegemony military for some years before she decided to go solo. She was highly respectable, but she decided to go alone for unkown reasons. Glory, perhaps, but we can't say for sure."
"But sir.... we nearly caught her."
"And? What happend?"
"Well.... She shot one of the officers, and then escaped the paragon. We have no idea where she's now, but wh have her crew in custody, sir."
"Exellent. Execute them immediately." He said, coldly, without any expression. As it was expected from a high-ranking TimCORP officer.
"Sir?"
"Or no, wait. Transport them to a prison planet, where they can support us with labor."
"Right. And what about her?"
"She'll come to us. It's just a matter of time. Your dismissed form the bridge, admiral."
"Yes sir." He walked out with a pleased smile on his face.
Damn, what was i thinking? She thought silently. She had somehow made it into the largest TimCORP station in the sector without getting noticed. And now she had no clue as to where to go.
She was in transit-bay 05, one of the major transportation bays in the station. Pepole where transported in dozens of thousands every hour here. But then she caught a glimpse of something. A TimCORP patrol, with prisoners, nothing uncommon, if it wheren't for the man who she saw first. Her second in command.
She quickly made up a plan and took out here trusty plasma rifle, which she had stolen.
And jumped in one of the sidewalks on the station. She reconed the area, and noticed that there where about 6 soldeirs and two officers in the area.
And then she noticed something even worse. Her face was all over the newsfeeds. She was classed as a high-risk criminal who must be stopped at any cost nessecary.
Suddenly one of the officers in that group caught a glimpse of her face, even though she had a robe on. He instantly recognised her, and who could blame him? It was him she had shot during the boarding action in the paragon.
"You there, stop!" He yelled. The soldiers immidiately started running in her direction, at which point she took her plasma rifle up and shot one of them in the stomach. Unfortunately, eh didn't even flinch, as that personal shield of theirs is quite effective. She took to run into one of the corridoors of the main hallways, which was quite big, and found an open vent. Not large, she once again coulden't o much but hang from the ceiling.
Oh boy, is this getting repetetive. She thought.
Meanwhile, at the chief-in-commands office...
"They've found her??"
"Yes sir, she is in transportation hub 05."
"Send more units. Now!! Tell them to open fire on sight."
"Yes sir, at once sir."
She hung 5 meters from the ground while the patrols passed beneath her. She coulden't even breath, becuase if she did, they surley would find her.
When the last patrol had passed, she jumped down and started running towards the transporatation hub.
But unknown to her, the CEO of the TImCORP was about to make an visit to the battlestation.......
To be continued ;)
Hope you like, you can support me with feedback, as always. :)
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I must say, there's quite a lot more in this segment. Not sure whether it's down to having more description or just more stuff happening in general. Or a combination. Either way it's looking pretty good
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Sounds good so far. Lots and lots of typos, but they don't affect the story. ;)
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When you try to type at flank speed at 10:40 pm, typos will happend. :)
Hope there aren't many grammar nazis around ;)
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When you try to type at flank speed at 10:40 pm, typos will happend. :)
Hope there aren't many grammar nazis around ;)
I ain't a grammer nazi, just a nobel mining drone. ;D
Can't wait for the next part!
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"Contact, vector delta-zero niner six, speed 80 SU. Fleet size matches that of small recon task force. Identified ship matches light frigates, sir." An CNC officer shouted over the terminals.
It's time for engagment Leo thought, as he gave more commands.
"Any IFF beacon?"
"Yes sir, IFF beacon matches Tri-Tachyon IFF beacons. Confirmed Tri-Tachyon patrol." His helmsman responded with a shrill voice filled of exitment. He had been part of many severe battles, and yet his exitment never passed.
"Good, good. Order squadron delta to move in battleformation charlie."
"Yes sir." Battleformation charlie was typically used when the attacking fleets was out-numbering the enemy fleet, and therefor the attacking fleet assumed a battleformation which looked alot like the attack pattern of hawks approaching their prey.
"Sir, heavy cruiser "TCN Vector and TCN grey report that an Aurora-class cruiser is present. Shall we continue with the plan?"
"The aurora is a matching opponent, but now it's easy prey. Continue with the asssault."
"Roger that, sir. Battlestations, everyone!" The helmsman shouted as the klaxon alarms rang off, and the battlefield CNC appeard on all holo-screens.
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"Ma'am, enemy fleet approaching, approx. three times bigger than us! IFF beacon matches TimCORP signatures!" The helmsman of the Aurora yelled, in a voice that sounded to be more filled with fear than with bravery.
"What!? How...... Damn it! Assume defensive postions and use the long-range weapons of the aurora alongside with the tempests to defend the buffalos until they can escape." The captain of the fleet ordered. He, as his helmsman, was too filled with more fear, but not for the TimCORP no, but it was the conseqeunces if he lost the precious cargo.
"Ma'am! They've just taken out three of our tempests. We have to retreat!" The XO responded.
"Form an defensive perimiter around the buffalos and escort them out of the zone." the captain ordered as a last attempt to survive with the cargo mostly intact.
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Leo enjoyed his coffe black. Especially in a starship battle, as it tended to calm his nerves down, and he could focus more on the battle instead of the his surrondings
"Sir. They're forming an defensive perimiter around their freighters. It seems that there's something of high value in those freighters." An crewman said.
"Hmmm, so it appears to be. Order the ships to not fire upon those freighters. If possible, try to capture the captain of the aurora. Also, order an destroyer screen around the escape point of thos freighters. We can't let them escape now, can we?"
"No sir."
The battlegroup moved accordingly, and had three out of four freighters locked down, along with the aurora.
"Right then, this should be easy. Ready atleast six squads of marines, and take that aurora. I want minimum casualties, and i most certainly don't want their captain dead, understood?"
"Absolutley, sir."
"Perfect" He took another sip of his black coffe. The beans for the coffe where produced directly at the TimCORP home planet, a privilage that wasn't offered to many admirals.
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"Sir, the boarding teams are reporting success, we have captured the captain, and it appears to be a wanted fugitive from the TimCORP aswell."
"Can it possibly be......."
"Yes sir, it's Liz"
We caught her? After so much time...... Leo thought. He had finally captured the most wanted criminal in TimCORP space, but there where still questions to be answered. Why did she pilot an Tri-Tachyon patrol. And why was she assigned to transport high-value materials?
These where questions all going to be answered in time......
TO BE CONTINUED ;D
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Damn you, Upgrade. I hate cliffhangers! ;D
Good story!
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And we hav a forum up where you can read all the latest novels and stories.
You can find it here (http://upgradecap.0fees.net/smf/index.php) :)
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Wait...what the??? :o New website just for your stories? Sweet!
And to top it all off, it looks just like our forums now. ;D
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Wait...what the??? :o New website just for your stories? Sweet!
And to top it all off, it looks just like our forums now. ;D
My exact intentions. ;D
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Sorry upgrade, i've been kinda busy lately and I haven't had a chance to continue the story. However, I do have a MUCH bigger story planned with a different setting. Again, sorry for the delay, but I should be finishing the story up rather soon.
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Sorry upgrade, i've been kinda busy lately and I haven't had a chance to continue the story. However, I do have a MUCH bigger story planned with a different setting. Again, sorry for the delay, but I should be finishing the story up rather soon.
No probelm, as you can see, i've been writing pieces of my own. What do you think of them? :D
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They are pretty good :D