Looking mainly for help expanding on idea's, what you readers think would be better in certain areas, what should be longer? how long would you expect this to be? things of the non-gramatical nature : p. There is light swearing in the beginning but it is used in context of the story, not random swear words, and i believe thats ok, right?
Tidbits that might help make more sense
* In this story, interceptors are generally 1-3 person vessels, almost like fighters sent from a carrier. most dont have jump drives
*Telmoren/Grojen - Both races of lizards, used to be of same species, but conflicts thousands of years ago in past separated them. Telmoren became more advanced, the Grojen attacked the Telmoren, almost killed them. Telmoren's fled the planet they both shared, and detonated several nuclear esc. Devices setting the planet, and thus the Grojen back several thousand years. Punishment per se. In the lore thing i've almost finished, which is based off of an online game (pm me for more details about roots)
Here's the story
Sci-Fi of course, more stuff about characters that might help reading it right now, anyone that talks with multiple ssss’s is one of them lizards^. Mm, yea. Also, ch. 7 is the experimental one that I don’t rele like at the moment and am going back to rewrite. Cheers
Chapter 1 - Galactic Year 4318
"I said take your squad and fall right!" Sergeant-Field Commander Dierchek aka ‘Drake’ Leggamond screamed into his telecom-mike. "Hit those [gorram] drones NOW, Foyer! If they hit the HELLBOUND we're all gonna wind up screwed! Squads 1, 3, and 4, reform behind me, we’re flying under drones boys! Foyer NOW OR I'M GONNA...”
‘Drake’ threw his interceptor into a gut wrenching barrel-roll and the incoming chain gun rounds whizzed past his pride and specially-configured-joy THOR'S HAMMER.
"Squads 1,3, and 4, I said FORM NOW!" Drake roared into his mike. He slammed both command sticks forward and gave a death grip to the triggers. A small group of drones just ahead of his exploded from the sabot and chain gun rounds ripping through their delicate armor. As he slowed down and flipped the HAMMER around towards the GUNGIAN for another run, 8 of the 11 interceptors came in behind his.
“Alright boys, I’m figuring a couple more salvos on the aft shields and the engines should be fair game. If not… well I’ll think up plan 2 when we get there. Follow my lead!” And the 9 shot out for the GUNGIAN, a Federation Destroyer, who had somehow found the HELLBOUND and its precious cargo.
"Can’t believe we’ve already lost 3… Alright boys, turn around and start hitting those engines, before those drones come back!" And on that note, the 9 interceptors unloaded on the GUNGIAN's back shielding, with each firing dozens of light concussion-missiles, and hundreds of gauss and chain gun rounds before peeling off to regroup. Well, almost all of them peeled off.
"Hey Drake, looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way, damn federation shields are too stiff.” Foyer always seemed to appear out of no where at the perfect time. ”I'll give you the hole in 3 seconds boss." Foyer's interceptor flew straight for the GUNGIAN's shields, firing non-stop with Drake in tow. Foyers 'ceptor shuddered as it impacted the ships shields, breaking through what little had been left from the whole assault "Foyer, I need coverage over the nose of the GUNGIAN, NOW! All other squads break off attacks and prepare for routing. I'm about to drop off 'The Package'."
The Package was a powerful emp spike, a weapon unique to Drake's own interceptor. Very much akin to a splinter, the main engines on THOR’s HAMMER would overcharge, transferring all power to the main gauss cannon. The spike would explode, causing severe structural damage and disabling effects. The only downside being the emp shockwaves immense range of explosion, and the HAMMER’S engines usually overheating after firing. As Drake's interceptor jetted over the GUNGIAN, he pulled up, and dove for the middle of the ship, launching the spike deep into it.
"You know the drill boys, my engine are out for the next 30 seconds or so; need some towage!" And right on cue, Foyer's interceptor slowed down, came up next to Drake's launched the grappling clamps, and jetted back towards the HELLBOUND. The other interceptor's had managed to keep the GUNGIAN''s drones and weapon systems at bay while Drake and Foyer pulled off the daring move, but as they retreated, a wave of rounds reached Drake, and while not denting his baby's shields too bad, they cut through the grappling clamps and he was left stranded in space. The GUNGIAN was still flying forward, and gaining on Drake's still-overheated ship.
" ... I hope everyone else is out by now..." He muttered to himself as he popped the lid on the detonating switch for the package.
"...Don't fail me now baby...” Drake pushed the switch. For another split second nothing happened. Then a blinding light shone out, making Drake squint even through his reinforced, tinted, blast shielding and then he knew. The hour long battle was finally over and won.
He reached into his front coat pocket, and pulled out a bottle. Raising the small bottle to the window, he unscrewed it, and raised it to the window. “Here’s to that promotion, oh hell yeah." He took a victory swig, and waited as the HELLBOUND and its swarm of interceptors came back towards him, and the now disabled GUNGIAN.
Over his now semi-dead com link, Drake heard Foyer coming in short static-filled bursts. "So yo....l...ke bei...g...he...big sh...? ...ho's pay...ng fo...the rep...s!" Foyers interceptor, the MAVERICK came into view, and filled Drake's view out of the cockpit. "Come on Foyer! If those stiff’s at HQ don't give us a promotion for capturing a whole brand-spanking new Federation destroyer, I’ll give you my next 2 months salary!" He could picture Foyer grinning through the glass, shaking his head with cig' stuck in the corner of his mouth. "Alr...t *ut I'm h...ding yo...to it th... tim...!" Drake took another swig just as another set of clamps hit his hull. "About time! Reel me in quick would ya? I bet landing crews are already assembling."
The left over interceptors had gone out around the GUNGIAN looking among the wreckage for survivors. After the several rounds of searching, those who were out came back into the HELLBOUND for preparation. As the MAVERICK and 'HAMMER pulled into the dock's, Drake saw a survivor being pulled out of an interceptor in similar condition to his own.
"No way that Sam's managed to break ANOTHER 'ceptor; no way! Ha-ha, I’m never gonna let you forget this one either Sam! 6th one; when you going to learn how to fly, boy?" Drake yelled over the public channel, and got the privilege of seeing the techies in the dock's collapse with laughter and Sam make several rude gestures, along with what looked like several suggestions involving a blowtorch, a chair and Drake's sexual preferences.
"Wow, that never seems to get old" Foyer said as he helped Drake out of his now basically dead 'ceptor. A passing techie looked over Drake’s shoulder and just shook his head. "You know maybe you should work on YOUR flying, Drake. You know we're going to have to replace practically every circuit on this thing to make it flight-worthy again, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, prep me on all that when we get back, eh?. We’ve got to get the shuttles ready to intercept and take over the GUNGIAN right?" The technician just sighed scratched his head and jumped into the cockpit of THOR.
Foyer, and the other half dozen interceptor pilots in the docks followed Drake over to the nearest shuttle, where landing parties were gathering, getting ready to board the GUNGIAN. ’Damn only 7 other flyable ‘ceptors… I hope we can take this thing without too many more casualties.’ Drake thought to himself as they reached the edge of the crowd. "...And from there, we need to make it up to the engine room. From the engines, there should be a main corridor leading down the spine of the ship, straight to the Control Deck. Ah, Drake, nice for you and your girls to finally join us." Jack Lenceth, the Commander of all support and assault groups on the HELLBOUND tossed a pair of IXS-0992 "Detro" assault rifles to Drake. "I try Jack, I try." Drake said with a smirk as he handed one to Foyer.
"Yeah, yeah, shudap and lemme finish pre-briefing. Once we have those 3 main areas, the shuttles will return, dock, and unload the technicians. They'll be bringing ‘em up to replace a few things on the engines, and then go to the control room, that Drake so kindly blew to pieces. Resistance is expected to be medium to heavy, as the GUNGIAN is hot off the U-Fed’s factories, and is so deep into our territory, its people are probably packing. Try not to damage the structure too much if you'd please. If the initial teams can make a lighting run to the control room, then we can lower life support systems in all secondary and tertiary sections of the ship. This will incapitate all remaining crew members in those sections."
"Hey Jack, you mind not using such big words? Some of us are just simple pirates trying to make a living here." Most of the shock-troopers just grinned at their friends remark.
"Don't worry, you shock-boys won't need to understand too much anyway. Drake here will be bringing the important stuff in." He hefted up a duffle bad and handed it to Drake. "Howz about not dropping that huh? When on the control deck, set this on top of the In-Ship control panel and just hit the big red button. Don't worry; you can be in the area when you hit that Drake." All Drake could do was grin like a fiend, and take the bag.
"Alright, 4 shuttles, 2 trips. Heavy shock troops take first 3, Drake and support group take the fourth. Remaining support troops and technicians for main engines and control room will be loaded onto 3 of the shuttles for the second trip. You all have your orders. Move out and capture that ship. Oh, and try and make it quick, it the Fed's decide to send a search party for this ship... well I’ll let you use your imaginations."
Commander Jack saluted, and got quick crisp return salutes from the 60+ people in the area and then returned to the HELLBOUND's bridge.
The same shock trooper elected to get everyone moving "Well, what are we waiting for? Last one aboard ain't gettin' no extra pay!" And on that note the troops picked up their weapons, and boarded the shuttles.
“Hey Sergeant!” A younger kid came running up to him from across the landing bay. Geez, Drake thought as he examined the fresh-faced rookie, this kid can’t be more than 16… Is the war truly going that badly? But he let none of these thoughts cross his face as he gave the kid a salute, and got a crisp one back. “Here, uhm- Sir! Reporting from Shipmaster Fewitzer! She instructed me to give this to you before leaving for the raid, sir!” The kid handed him a data-pod that was glowing a dull green, and a ‘new message’ icon was lit up.
“Er, thanks” Wait a sec, how old am I? Getting side-tracked again Drake, focus now, zone later. Drake quickly saluted, and ran for the last boarding shuttle. It’s been a couple of months since I left, hasn’t it? Or has it been a year? He just shook his head closing the shuttle door.
“What the heck is this all about?” He asked grabbing the command seat next to Foyer. “No idea, but you better open it quick, if it was from the Lady-Captain herself.” Drake mulled over Foyers words for a second or two, but knew he really had no choice. He flicked the ‘receive’ button on the data-pod, and quickly read down its list of Resistance Codes. He quickly typed his Soldiers number, id and security clearance into the blanks and waited. A bright red data-chip popped out. He grabbed a nuero-visor from the rack next to him and put it on. “Activate.” The visor remained dead.
“Maybe it wants you to ask it nicely?” Came the quip from someone down the row. “Alright, PRETTY PLEASE.” And Drake knocked it a few times with his hand. It abruptly came to life and asked for awaiting data-chip. Smiling he pointed at the quip’ee “See; just hit it a few times, then it all works right. My general rule with technology.”
A Resistance header scrolled down the visor, and he thought it would just be a repeat of everything else he’d seen so far. “Damn Officers always sending you last months check-up to make sure you read it…” But Drake was dead wrong. “Holy mother of…” As he read on, his heart beat escalated, and his face turned pale. ‘There’s absolutely NO WAY the U-Fed’s could do that…’ he thought, pulling out the now spent data chip and crushing it in his palm. Starring at the pieces, he thought back to when he had first joined the navy.
Someone in the back of the shuttle spoke up as the shuttles in the bay started lifting off, startling Drake from his train of thought. "Looking out of the back of these things always gives me a bad feeling..."
And for some reason, Drake couldn't help but to agree.
Tidbits that might help make more sense
* In this story, interceptors are generally 1-3 person vessels, almost like fighters sent from a carrier. most dont have jump drives
*Telmoren/Grojen - Both races of lizards, used to be of same species, but conflicts thousands of years ago in past separated them. Telmoren became more advanced, the Grojen attacked the Telmoren, almost killed them. Telmoren's fled the planet they both shared, and detonated several nuclear esc. Devices setting the planet, and thus the Grojen back several thousand years. Punishment per se. In the lore thing i've almost finished, which is based off of an online game (pm me for more details about roots)
Here's the story
Sci-Fi of course, more stuff about characters that might help reading it right now, anyone that talks with multiple ssss’s is one of them lizards^. Mm, yea. Also, ch. 7 is the experimental one that I don’t rele like at the moment and am going back to rewrite. Cheers
Chapter 1 - Galactic Year 4318
"I said take your squad and fall right!" Sergeant-Field Commander Dierchek aka ‘Drake’ Leggamond screamed into his telecom-mike. "Hit those [gorram] drones NOW, Foyer! If they hit the HELLBOUND we're all gonna wind up screwed! Squads 1, 3, and 4, reform behind me, we’re flying under drones boys! Foyer NOW OR I'M GONNA...”
‘Drake’ threw his interceptor into a gut wrenching barrel-roll and the incoming chain gun rounds whizzed past his pride and specially-configured-joy THOR'S HAMMER.
"Squads 1,3, and 4, I said FORM NOW!" Drake roared into his mike. He slammed both command sticks forward and gave a death grip to the triggers. A small group of drones just ahead of his exploded from the sabot and chain gun rounds ripping through their delicate armor. As he slowed down and flipped the HAMMER around towards the GUNGIAN for another run, 8 of the 11 interceptors came in behind his.
“Alright boys, I’m figuring a couple more salvos on the aft shields and the engines should be fair game. If not… well I’ll think up plan 2 when we get there. Follow my lead!” And the 9 shot out for the GUNGIAN, a Federation Destroyer, who had somehow found the HELLBOUND and its precious cargo.
"Can’t believe we’ve already lost 3… Alright boys, turn around and start hitting those engines, before those drones come back!" And on that note, the 9 interceptors unloaded on the GUNGIAN's back shielding, with each firing dozens of light concussion-missiles, and hundreds of gauss and chain gun rounds before peeling off to regroup. Well, almost all of them peeled off.
"Hey Drake, looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way, damn federation shields are too stiff.” Foyer always seemed to appear out of no where at the perfect time. ”I'll give you the hole in 3 seconds boss." Foyer's interceptor flew straight for the GUNGIAN's shields, firing non-stop with Drake in tow. Foyers 'ceptor shuddered as it impacted the ships shields, breaking through what little had been left from the whole assault "Foyer, I need coverage over the nose of the GUNGIAN, NOW! All other squads break off attacks and prepare for routing. I'm about to drop off 'The Package'."
The Package was a powerful emp spike, a weapon unique to Drake's own interceptor. Very much akin to a splinter, the main engines on THOR’s HAMMER would overcharge, transferring all power to the main gauss cannon. The spike would explode, causing severe structural damage and disabling effects. The only downside being the emp shockwaves immense range of explosion, and the HAMMER’S engines usually overheating after firing. As Drake's interceptor jetted over the GUNGIAN, he pulled up, and dove for the middle of the ship, launching the spike deep into it.
"You know the drill boys, my engine are out for the next 30 seconds or so; need some towage!" And right on cue, Foyer's interceptor slowed down, came up next to Drake's launched the grappling clamps, and jetted back towards the HELLBOUND. The other interceptor's had managed to keep the GUNGIAN''s drones and weapon systems at bay while Drake and Foyer pulled off the daring move, but as they retreated, a wave of rounds reached Drake, and while not denting his baby's shields too bad, they cut through the grappling clamps and he was left stranded in space. The GUNGIAN was still flying forward, and gaining on Drake's still-overheated ship.
" ... I hope everyone else is out by now..." He muttered to himself as he popped the lid on the detonating switch for the package.
"...Don't fail me now baby...” Drake pushed the switch. For another split second nothing happened. Then a blinding light shone out, making Drake squint even through his reinforced, tinted, blast shielding and then he knew. The hour long battle was finally over and won.
He reached into his front coat pocket, and pulled out a bottle. Raising the small bottle to the window, he unscrewed it, and raised it to the window. “Here’s to that promotion, oh hell yeah." He took a victory swig, and waited as the HELLBOUND and its swarm of interceptors came back towards him, and the now disabled GUNGIAN.
Over his now semi-dead com link, Drake heard Foyer coming in short static-filled bursts. "So yo....l...ke bei...g...he...big sh...? ...ho's pay...ng fo...the rep...s!" Foyers interceptor, the MAVERICK came into view, and filled Drake's view out of the cockpit. "Come on Foyer! If those stiff’s at HQ don't give us a promotion for capturing a whole brand-spanking new Federation destroyer, I’ll give you my next 2 months salary!" He could picture Foyer grinning through the glass, shaking his head with cig' stuck in the corner of his mouth. "Alr...t *ut I'm h...ding yo...to it th... tim...!" Drake took another swig just as another set of clamps hit his hull. "About time! Reel me in quick would ya? I bet landing crews are already assembling."
The left over interceptors had gone out around the GUNGIAN looking among the wreckage for survivors. After the several rounds of searching, those who were out came back into the HELLBOUND for preparation. As the MAVERICK and 'HAMMER pulled into the dock's, Drake saw a survivor being pulled out of an interceptor in similar condition to his own.
"No way that Sam's managed to break ANOTHER 'ceptor; no way! Ha-ha, I’m never gonna let you forget this one either Sam! 6th one; when you going to learn how to fly, boy?" Drake yelled over the public channel, and got the privilege of seeing the techies in the dock's collapse with laughter and Sam make several rude gestures, along with what looked like several suggestions involving a blowtorch, a chair and Drake's sexual preferences.
"Wow, that never seems to get old" Foyer said as he helped Drake out of his now basically dead 'ceptor. A passing techie looked over Drake’s shoulder and just shook his head. "You know maybe you should work on YOUR flying, Drake. You know we're going to have to replace practically every circuit on this thing to make it flight-worthy again, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, prep me on all that when we get back, eh?. We’ve got to get the shuttles ready to intercept and take over the GUNGIAN right?" The technician just sighed scratched his head and jumped into the cockpit of THOR.
Foyer, and the other half dozen interceptor pilots in the docks followed Drake over to the nearest shuttle, where landing parties were gathering, getting ready to board the GUNGIAN. ’Damn only 7 other flyable ‘ceptors… I hope we can take this thing without too many more casualties.’ Drake thought to himself as they reached the edge of the crowd. "...And from there, we need to make it up to the engine room. From the engines, there should be a main corridor leading down the spine of the ship, straight to the Control Deck. Ah, Drake, nice for you and your girls to finally join us." Jack Lenceth, the Commander of all support and assault groups on the HELLBOUND tossed a pair of IXS-0992 "Detro" assault rifles to Drake. "I try Jack, I try." Drake said with a smirk as he handed one to Foyer.
"Yeah, yeah, shudap and lemme finish pre-briefing. Once we have those 3 main areas, the shuttles will return, dock, and unload the technicians. They'll be bringing ‘em up to replace a few things on the engines, and then go to the control room, that Drake so kindly blew to pieces. Resistance is expected to be medium to heavy, as the GUNGIAN is hot off the U-Fed’s factories, and is so deep into our territory, its people are probably packing. Try not to damage the structure too much if you'd please. If the initial teams can make a lighting run to the control room, then we can lower life support systems in all secondary and tertiary sections of the ship. This will incapitate all remaining crew members in those sections."
"Hey Jack, you mind not using such big words? Some of us are just simple pirates trying to make a living here." Most of the shock-troopers just grinned at their friends remark.
"Don't worry, you shock-boys won't need to understand too much anyway. Drake here will be bringing the important stuff in." He hefted up a duffle bad and handed it to Drake. "Howz about not dropping that huh? When on the control deck, set this on top of the In-Ship control panel and just hit the big red button. Don't worry; you can be in the area when you hit that Drake." All Drake could do was grin like a fiend, and take the bag.
"Alright, 4 shuttles, 2 trips. Heavy shock troops take first 3, Drake and support group take the fourth. Remaining support troops and technicians for main engines and control room will be loaded onto 3 of the shuttles for the second trip. You all have your orders. Move out and capture that ship. Oh, and try and make it quick, it the Fed's decide to send a search party for this ship... well I’ll let you use your imaginations."
Commander Jack saluted, and got quick crisp return salutes from the 60+ people in the area and then returned to the HELLBOUND's bridge.
The same shock trooper elected to get everyone moving "Well, what are we waiting for? Last one aboard ain't gettin' no extra pay!" And on that note the troops picked up their weapons, and boarded the shuttles.
“Hey Sergeant!” A younger kid came running up to him from across the landing bay. Geez, Drake thought as he examined the fresh-faced rookie, this kid can’t be more than 16… Is the war truly going that badly? But he let none of these thoughts cross his face as he gave the kid a salute, and got a crisp one back. “Here, uhm- Sir! Reporting from Shipmaster Fewitzer! She instructed me to give this to you before leaving for the raid, sir!” The kid handed him a data-pod that was glowing a dull green, and a ‘new message’ icon was lit up.
“Er, thanks” Wait a sec, how old am I? Getting side-tracked again Drake, focus now, zone later. Drake quickly saluted, and ran for the last boarding shuttle. It’s been a couple of months since I left, hasn’t it? Or has it been a year? He just shook his head closing the shuttle door.
“What the heck is this all about?” He asked grabbing the command seat next to Foyer. “No idea, but you better open it quick, if it was from the Lady-Captain herself.” Drake mulled over Foyers words for a second or two, but knew he really had no choice. He flicked the ‘receive’ button on the data-pod, and quickly read down its list of Resistance Codes. He quickly typed his Soldiers number, id and security clearance into the blanks and waited. A bright red data-chip popped out. He grabbed a nuero-visor from the rack next to him and put it on. “Activate.” The visor remained dead.
“Maybe it wants you to ask it nicely?” Came the quip from someone down the row. “Alright, PRETTY PLEASE.” And Drake knocked it a few times with his hand. It abruptly came to life and asked for awaiting data-chip. Smiling he pointed at the quip’ee “See; just hit it a few times, then it all works right. My general rule with technology.”
A Resistance header scrolled down the visor, and he thought it would just be a repeat of everything else he’d seen so far. “Damn Officers always sending you last months check-up to make sure you read it…” But Drake was dead wrong. “Holy mother of…” As he read on, his heart beat escalated, and his face turned pale. ‘There’s absolutely NO WAY the U-Fed’s could do that…’ he thought, pulling out the now spent data chip and crushing it in his palm. Starring at the pieces, he thought back to when he had first joined the navy.
Someone in the back of the shuttle spoke up as the shuttles in the bay started lifting off, startling Drake from his train of thought. "Looking out of the back of these things always gives me a bad feeling..."
And for some reason, Drake couldn't help but to agree.
