Previously: Gateway Station, the largest artificial construction in the known galaxy and centre of the great wheel of worlds that make up the Galactic Commonwealth. It is home to billions of people, can dock thousands of ships, hides secrets beyond counting. Six months ago, the Norathi, alien enemies of the Galactic Commonwealth, set in motion their plan to destroy Gateway Station - the symbol of the GC. Ultimately, their plan proved to be unsuccessful, thanks in part to the actions of the station's security force, a number of bounty hunters and the wanted criminal Valentine Campbell. After causing a plasma reactor overload which destroyed Sector Four, the Norathi forces were joined by a rogue unit of artificial intelligence warriors, called Knights, originally sent to Gateway Station to fight against them. Casualties during the following battles were immense, the invaders causing reactor overloads in a further two sectors and costing the lives of more than 3 billion of the station's inhabitants.
The Knight unit, MachineGun Arrow, made off with an experimental Mars Class battleship, The Ironclad, which was undergoing testing in Gateway Station's secret Omega Sector and headed for the war-torn planet of Fortress, on the borders of Commonwealth and Norathi space.
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Apr 19, 06 at 12:18pm
Valentine was rudely awakened by a boot to his ribs. He'd been sleeping in the back of one of the jeeps that had taken them far out into the desert, but had now been redirected to the jungle. Code was standing over him, an unpleasant expression on her face. "Get up, pirate. And have a look at where we are now." Valentine did so, grunting at the pain in his torso as he pulled himself up on the tailgate and looked at the scene that lay before him. It was unlike any jungle he'd ever seen. They were obviously what passed for trees on Fortress, huge black fungus-like stalks with violent blood coloured leaves. The undergrowth didn't look much better. Vicious spikey bushes, still black, with long spines and trailing tendrils anchoring them to the ground and the nearby trees. "You bring me to the loveliest places, captain." Valentine just managed to dodge the elbow aimed for his head. "Shut up, get out and line up with the rest of the men. You too, tin man." Exocet said nothing.
Apr 16, 06 at 10:14pm
Travis' Hornet banked, despite an atmosphere or gravity as usually aid the movement, but it banked anyway as he threw his thrusters against his prior velocity and direction, dropping out of a course rapidly filling with unfriendly firepower. Whooping like a kid on sugar he waved the disco of energy projectiles bye, almost missing the strobe lighting it cast through his cockpit, and arced down to chase another enemy ship. This escort run had been one of the more enjoyable, he thought to himself as he swung and twisted to pin his sights on the craft which rapidly became elusive upon noticing him. They were now battling near Fortress itself, the planet swinging by his view now and then as he danced through its local space.
Impulsive as ever he let rip with a torrent of laser fire, too early for a sound hit, but he swung arcs of the stuff after the ship as he followed it, no doubt earning him a lot of attention. Finally through sheer persistence he winged the ship a couple of times, damaged it and managed to finish off the wounded vessel as he skimmed over it, explosions and debris grazing his ship. His celebrations as he hit up his seventeenth personal kill of the war were short-lived however, as Travis found himself the recipient of the attention of two very dogged enemy fighters. With hardly a moment's pause he was ducking and weaving through fire as wildly as possible, his erratic flight making him a fairly hard target to pin down. But they outnumbered him and eventually caught him in a cross-fire, scything his craft up with their combined arsenal as they closed from behind and the front. Still dodging what he could, Travis spun recklessly, so much his vision blurred, and tried to lead the trails of fire into one another. To his chagrin though, the pilots were far too adept to be tricked into shooting one another so easily, so on a whim Travis called up all the velocity his craft could muster and kept turning, zeroing in on the craft ahead of him. A short game of chicken ensued until it clicked with the other pilot he was actually going to ram him, but then it was too late.
Travis' Hornet slammed down on top of the enemy craft in an awkward and damaging belly-flop, as Longwing opened up with his lasers and shredded the enemy vessel at point blank range. The resultant blast tossed him aside as he fought to bring his own struggling craft under control. "Hell yeah! Somebody TELL ME someone got that on camera!" he cheered, but the only answer he got what a firm dose of incoming fire up the rear as the partner of his latest kill caught up with him and punished him severely for his actions, including half-trashing his ship by using it like a cudgel. The already battered Hornet took all the shots in the back as the engines overloaded then died, kicking it forwards into a fast, unguided drift. Travis looked around frantically and fought to pilot his ship, but he could do little more than wiggle his nose with some minor thrusters. It looked like the end for him, and realising the volley that would tear him and his ship to pieces was most likely only moments away, he reflected on his life, and felt a small smile crossed his lips. It really hadn't been all that bad, short, but damn exciting.
But death never came for him, he drifted further and further from the main battle and after a full minute of waiting, he craned his head round, and found himself alone. Maybe the fighter left him for dead and rejoined the battle, then, he didn't know. But now that he was paying attention again, he couldn't help but notice the planet occupying most of his forwards view of space. It seemed as though chance had thrown him towards Fortress, he wasn't quite going for it, but he'd come close enough for the gravity to pull him in. The previous smile on Travis' lips returned a little fuller, a little wider. So he wasn't dead just yet, looks like he'd have one more blaze of fire to go out in, head to head with a planet and its gravity. "Cool" he murmured to himself as he made use of what little control he had to nudge his nose towards the planet, figuring who knows, he might even survive.
The fall of Travis Longwing was an adrenaline-rushed blur of shaking and fire and motion that didn't have much of a chance to settle in his head before a planet bumped into him and jarred it. So it was that, hours later when he staggered from the wreck of his Hornet, which he seemed to have managed to surf along the ground a bit, rather than hitting it like a dart, his memory of the trip was patchy, as if he'd been drunk at the time. Staggering around, his hoarse lungs gathered themselves for a struggling yelp of joy as he jumped and punched the air, then, after taking a minute to catch his breath, he resumed telling the arid desert of the planet how he'd kicked its ass. The next thing he did was coronate his ownership of the planet, by taking a piss by his wrecked ship. After this he laid sprawled out on a fairly unruptured part of his ship's hull for a few minutes and just rested. Finally he sat up, took a deep breath, and at last turned his attention to a serious issue. "Whoo, what a ride, haha... So, now what?" he pondered openly, looking about the wasteland he'd come to rest in. "Well, this isn't so fun, kinda boring actually, meh" he thought out loud, standing up and thinking as he looked around again. He vaguely remembered seeing a ship, sometime before he stopped remembering things, which he correctly guessed was about the time he crashed. He'd wondered about trying to hit it for a challenge, but decided against it, it was bad sport to wreck someone else's toys when they weren't even his enemy. Gazing around, he wondered if he was still near it, and if so, where it was and if the owners would give him a lift.
PS: The ship Travis saw was the Nostalgic Infinity, so he's near Kieran and Riddle, if Norad or Alleluia wanna find him . If you leave him alone though he might wander over to your ship and mess around with it out of boredom .
Apr 08, 06 at 1:18am
Kieran mumbled something as he stood up, brushing himself off. Riddle made a mock "come again?" gesture, and the slightly irritated bounty hunter replied with "Sweetie, don't scuff my armor." He wasn't sure why, but Riddle's act had really irritated him. That wasn't good, anything that might dillute his thought process in the field wasn't good, so he pushed it from his mind, having dismissed it as not being used to recieving aid. With a sigh, he activated his motion tracker, and failed to be surprised when it registered several contacts, moving in the direction of the crater he and Riddle were in.
"Heads up, Riddle." He said over a secure comm channel. "We have company."
Kieran looked over his HUD, scanning the Suit information it provided him before he reached for his upgraded, single handed automatic beam rifle. It was prone to overheating, but it could do some serious damage if fired in spurts. He crept up to the lip of the crater, andm otioned for Riddle to do the same. Quietly.
Apr 07, 06 at 9:39pm
Ace landed in the space port, "Fill up the tank, please." He said to a mechanic working there. Ace walked into the room where his employer said he would be, "Ace! You're back so soon!" Ace's employer stood up, "Where's the plasma cannon?" "Right here." Ace handed the plasma cannon to his employer, "Here's your money." the man handed Ace one thousand credits, "Also, I have another job for you, there have been many Knight unit attacks, I want you to at least majorly damage the Knight unit called shadow blaster, it won't be easy, Even though he works alone, he is very powerful, he uses a plasma caster and a handheld macrocannon. I will give you two thousand credits for defeating him." "Sounds tough, could you, by any chance provide me with some help?" Ace asked, "Yes, I will put a young GCDF starfighter pilot under your command, also, here are the directions where he has last been seen." Ace's employer replied, he then spoke into the intercom, "Send Ax in" After a while, a young troop carrying an automatic machine pistol came into the room , "Ax, go with Ace to defeat shadow blaster, I will provide you with a ghost class cruiser." Ace and Ax went to the docking bay, after waiting for about fifteen minutes a mechanic came and led Ace and Ax to a Ghost cruiser, "Your s hornet starfighters and HAU have already been put in the cruiser." the mechanic said. Ace and Ax got in the cruiser and took off toward an almost completely uninhabited planet (there are a few Wraithi there) the directions said Shadow Blaster was on.
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Apr 04, 06 at 11:40am
There was nothing there. And nothing over the next dune. or over the one after that. Captain Code was furious and the brunt of her anger was borne by the luckless tech on the other end of the commlink. "I don't care if it said the population of Gateway was out here, next time I'm sending you to check it out.... I don't care if you haven't had training for this sort of thing! ... Make sure you get it right next time!" She cut the link, but continued to mutter under her breath. "Stupid little, stuck-up, computer worshipping - What? What is it now?" This last remark was addressed to the tall trooper from before, who now looked even more frightened of his commanding officer. "We really should go and see to this downed scouting vessel that the Major reported, sir. Ma'am." "I know. Now, get out of my way. Back to the jeeps. And you, Campbell, you get to come with me again. I'm not letting you out of my sight so you can slink off somewhere." Valentine shrugged.
Apr 03, 06 at 6:29pm
The Major shut off his com, and stomped down the ramp of the defensive wall, heading for the makeshift barracks, where several squads of troopers were relaxing. Take a couple of squads, the Captain had said. So he would... Surveying the men, he identified a couple he knew he wanted, and singled them out. "Sargeant Black, Technician Drake, to me, if you please. Now, I need two more squads for a rather dangerous mission into the jungle, without HAU support. Who's up for it?"
As was to be expected, volunteers were not forthcoming. The Major, wearing a rather sarcastic smirk, spoke once more, "I thought as much. Very well, in that case I'll just have to choose for you, right? So be it." Gesturing with the barrel of his lance launcher, he selected two squad leaders, "You, bring your squads, and follow me." The Major led his soldiers to the armoury. It was time to load up on incinerators and move out.
Apr 03, 06 at 3:34pm
"Look, just shut up, Campbell, or I'm going to do something you'll regret." The captain was interupted in mid-flow by the beeping of the combead in her ear. She activated it and listened carefully to Major Distryanov's message. "Take two squads and check it out. Make sure you take some incinerators and incendiaries, the jungle on this ball is as close to hell as you can get without dying. We'll meet you there as soon as we're done checking out this signal." She cocked her head to one side as she listened to his reply. "I don't think HAUs will be able to maneuver effectively in the brush. You'll have to go on foot once you're in the undergrowth. And watch out for bugs. Code out."
Valentine listened with half an ear as the captain gave orders to the men under her command. A mile on foot in the desert. She was obviously mad.
Apr 03, 06 at 3:20pm
The Major stood at the top of a large metal barricade, on a firestep. He was in a perfect position to fire down on approaching enemies when the next attack came. But for now, everything seemed quiet. No more bugs had attacked since the huge explosion had wiped out every living being in the area. He scanned the area with his on-board sensors, looking for danger. Surely it would not be long until the hordes returned. The Tephilans were not known for giving up on their prey so easily.
Suddenly, his HAU's long range coms system beeped. Someone was calling him. The Major pressed a few keys, and spoke, "Yes?"
A few minutes later, Captain Code's com, in turn, sounded. It was the Major, passing on the message he had received. "Captain, this is Major Distryanov. I've just received a message from reconnaissance control. Seems we've lost a drone in the jungle, north-west of your position. And I'm informed it had the location of a major Tephilan hive in its data banks. This is your command, not mine, so I'm letting you decide what to do about it. I could go after the drone myself with a few... volunteers. Or I could meet up with you and make a team effort of it. You choose."
Apr 03, 06 at 11:16am
Despite his best efforts, Valentine was beginning to enjoy himself. He had learned the captain's name by now. It was Code. He didn't know if she had any others. If Valentine didn't know better, he could've sworn she was aesyrean. She had the same general demeanour and authoratative tone, but none of the physical characteristics like the small ridge of boney spines along her forearms or the slightly sharpened canines. She had slapped him once already, for suggesting that, once all this was all over, maybe they could get together sometime for a drink. They were currently heading east towards the signal that the techies had picked up. Valentine knew the early warning systems they had hastily erected around the command post weren't sensitive enough to tell them anything more than the rough size of the object and it approxiamte energy output. Maybe Code would like him once she got to know him a little bit?
Valentine was humming a tune popularised by an amazingly successful advertising campaign for... he couldn't actually remember the product, but the music was catchy. Code leant over the driver's partition and looked him right in the eye. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to put a plasma bolt through your skull," she said. Her eyes were red. Aesyreans had red eyes. The mystery deepened. The jeep bucked and the driver cursed as he lost control of the wheel. It went over a particularly large hill, fishtailing down the other side and tipping up on two wheels before coming to a stop. A large cloud of steam issued from under the bonnet. The rest of the small convoy pulled to a halt at the bottom of the dune. Twelve troopers in all, not including the captain, Valentine and Exocet, clambered out of them. As near as he could tell, they were still about a mile away from the signal. The terrain was still the same yellowish-grey dust, but here there hills and dunes and the ever present craters caused by orbital bombardment and heavy weapons. There were cacti unlike any plants Valentine had ever seen. Stange, mis-shapen black lumps with deadly looking spines and creeping tenrdrils that almost seemed to move like they were alive. He shivered involunatrily. Valentine tried to think of something clever to say, but failed. Code would certainly shoot him if he did say anything, silence was the best policy. An engineer was poking at the engine of the stricken jeep. "Looks like sand in the intake, it's going nowhere. We'll have to tow it back." "We don't have time. We'll go the rest of the way on foot."
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Apr 01, 06 at 7:38pm
Releasing fire at Kieran brought buried memories back to surface. There had once been a time when shooting Kieran would have fulfilled a contract, but that man was as far as she knew dead; the contract ded as well. Nevertheless, it was plain strange, giving her the feeling as though she were really betraying him.
Aware that her expression matched her uneasy mood, she looked away and started cautiously walking forward. "Miss mapmaker? That's so tacky you could put it in a thrift store and sell it. And don't expect any more favors. You should have tested your shields before we left," she said, withdrawing a long, sleek black rod from her belt. Three metal tongs portruded from the end in a tripod fashion, exactly eight inches in length with a ring of metal connecting them. The rod hummed into action when she clicked a switch near the grip. Veins of yellow light shot up the rod, sending plasma-electricity into circuit on the tongs. She held this is the same manner one might hold a sword in her right hand. In her left hand she held an PED Model 995; an plasmatic energy dagger. It appeared to be nothing more than an unusually thick black hilt without a blade on it at all, but when another switch was click, a curved 'dagger' style blade about 13 inches long seared out, humming faintly and resonating a cold pink light.
The model on her eyeband screen refreshed itself every three minutes, adding in new bits of terrain. She wasn't more than twelve minutes away from the ship, heading in the direction of the smoke trail, when an object was detected on the fringe of her map. The message "Airborne, machine, no bio-lifeforms detected" scrolled along the bottom. The first thing to click in her mind: scouting cruiser.
"Get down!" she commanded cooly, despite the nervous tense in her muscles. A small crater a yard away beckoned to her, and she grabbed Kieran's arm, pulling him down into the ditch. "Be quiet!" she said to his surprised protest.
Mere moments later, a round scouting cruiser whizzed by overhead. Riddle commanded her eyeband to take a picture of it. Staying lower in the rocks and grass of the crater, she quickly brouhgt up some files from the GCBI and compared the logo of Machinegun Arrow with the one imprinted on the cruiser. It matched. Riddle's head skipped three beats. Glancing up, she saw the thin exhaust trail, disappearing into the distance.
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