Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

[Yang]

Tasha glanced anxiously at Thrace and ran to the med-wing. She checked to make sure everything she needed and nodded, happy that they were all there. Then she ran back to the cockpit and sat in the same chair she was in before so that she could help the pilot if need be.

 

[CelticHero37]

"We really need some new flux capacitors Cap. On second thought, your ship could do with a good tuneup all around. I can definitely do it myself, but I'll need the parts. Once I've had a chance to add some of my own improvements, these kind of problems will cease to exist. Oh, and I can man a turret too, if you don't need anything else that is."

 

[Zalban]

Chris solemnly made his way to the turret controls. Slapping on the comm there. "I've got the turret, don't worry 'bout it." He said as he strapped himself in and laid his fingers on the controls. This was gonna be a fun ship he thought to himself as he fired a few rounds into an oncoming police truck

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Colt insult my The Pride again and you'll be apart of it." Devon ran back through the ship to the bridge and throwing himself into his chair. As the chair spun around multiple holographic panels filled his eyes and showed him detailed status of the ship. Then engines where showing a slight reddish hue. Tapping on it, it showed that the Light Core couldn't hold that much energy for much longer. More dots showed red all over the holographic model of the ship."Chris am giving you full control of all turrets. So have fun with that." The 20 dots turned green as the controls of the well placed turrets where diverted to another console. "Thrace we need OUT NOW. Blow a god damn hole the the bay doors! And Colt do not let my engines over heat. Keep that Light Core charged I dont care if it melts am not going to a Martian prison. Tasha, in the mean time try to hack there comms and keep me posted." The ship roared as the power was being transferred to different modules.

 

[CelticHero37]

"Don't get me wrong Cap. You've got a nice ship an' all. But if you expect me to keep this baby running in top shape, I suggest you get me the supplies I need," said Colt sternly. Then he decided to try another way of escaping the Captain's wrath, "Anyways, I wasn't insulting your ship, I was merely pointing out that it has the… capacity to improve."





Colt said this, all while trying to weld a loose carburetor into place. He smiled at his last remark. Not realizing the radio was still on, Colt started talking to himself. "Colt, you're a genius. I don't know why I ever doubted you… Oh wait, I didn't."

 

[Zalban]

Chris chuckled to himself and began tapping the screens to bring each turret to bear on the entrances. His old training began to kick in as he laid in a bit of cover fire into the dark passages. A satisfying blue haze floated from the wide hallways. "These are pretty responsive turrets you've got." He remarked more to himself than the comm. Swiveling a bit in his chair he reached up and began to manually control the large pulse cannon on the belly of the ship. He chuckled as he fired a few rounds into the police blockade, sending the cars and men flying.

 

[Yang]

"Yes sir!" She saluted and swiveled back to the computer, and began the long process of hacking the government communication devices.


"Uh-hmm." This was way easier than the port authority override, but it was still difficult.


Suddenly a loud, panicked voice came over the speakers. "Quick! Flank them! We'll loose our chance to get them soon if you don't!"


Tasha looked sideways at Thrace. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Now would be the perfect time to blast that hole, ya know."

 

[Zalban]

Chris sighed and used his own turrets to blast a ship size hole in the bulkhead. "There ya go, now you just have to take off"

 

[CelticHero37]

"I'm getting serious nostalgia guys. Have you ever heard of the old earth legend called Star Wars? Man that was well done."

 

[Zalban]

"The one with those plasma swords?" He laughed "my grandpa used to talk about that all the time"

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace spun the ship, Yes, Spun the ship in the bay, with just enough room on the nose and port to avoid a brush of doom, he tapped the cannons controls again as he did, and then grabbed the control yoke, charging forward, "This is your pilot speaking, we are entering light-speed in five, four..." He got them out of the hangar doors and into atmosphere, shouting, "Hang on, Were going to for a dance boys and girls!" and he wasn't joking, port authority was firing cannons at them from all angles, he anticipated shots, feinted left, dipped right, stayed low, "Two..." He muttered as his hand hit the light speed calibration switches, he would drop power from the other systems into the primary drives and light-speed drives, shifting to light speed still in the planets gravity well, then pulling back out a micro jump away, just outside of mars atmosphere, the computers in the ship were screaming at him, and he yelled back, "I know I know! Never make an Uncalculated jump!" he shouted along with the computer as it blared out, "Uncalculated jump complete, Warning, Warning!" He shifted the ship several degrees to starboard and pushed the jump again, hitting the comms back on, "Were making a couple of micro jumps, no time to cool down, if we..." And then he glanced at the radar systems, frowning, muttering, "Interdiction Class vessel... He hit the light speed jump again, dropped out a moment later, shifted the ship again, another light speed jump, this time far enough to get them out of the planets rotation well and beyond its eclipse, a fourth jump to get them around it and out of the path of its moons, then he calculated a jump with the nav computer, and pushed the light speed controls a final time, they would drop out of light speed and the engines would drop into a cool-down state before he woke, his eyes fell shut and he hit the comms, "Were away, Goodbye mars, Hello Io Midpoint... ETA...." He was out, the darkness of unconsciousness taking him as the jump out of the car finally took its toll on him, the concussion, the possible broken hip, maybe dislocated, He slumped back in the chair, his eyes rolled back into the darkness.

 

[Zalban]

Chris slumped into his char and flicked off the controls. With a sigh he unclipped himself from his chair and headed to the cockpit. Seeing their pilot out he looked him over "Tasha!" He yelled out "The pilots unconscious, possible broken hip. Probably from that crash of his, you want me to move him to med bay?"

 

[Yang]

Tasha looked up at Chris, and sighed. "I saw it coming." She muttered. "I might as well patch him up while he's unconscious. It will be less painful."


She grabbed some tools and cleared the table in the middle of the med-bay.

 

[Zalban]

Chris picked up the unconscious pilot and gingerly set him down on the table. "Anything ya need doc?"

 

[DeeDiebS]

Devon took a long deep breath and let it out slowly. His eyes where closed as the multiple jumps where made and now when he finally opened them he sees his pilot out and unconscious. Tasha a chris where already on thier way to the Med-bay and he was in the cockpit alone. The ships systems read: Danger Engine Overheat. But he simple swipped it away and got out the seat. He then proceeded to the navigation room where a large dome sat in the middle of the larger room. He placed his hand on the dome and a up-to-date holographic replica of the solar system filled the room. "Colt leave the engine for a quick second, I need your help."


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[Yang]

(Ah screw it.)


Tasha shook her head and began inspecting Thrace for anything besides the obvious.


(I don't know how this really works, so I'm just going to say what the outcome is of her treatment.)


Only seeing a few cuts and maybe a twisted ankle, she quickly popped his hip back into place and did whatever you do for a concussion(?). She'd have to warn him to be carful with his head.


Tasha stayed focused the whole time, and she bound up his ankle with a long strip of cloth. She sat back and admired her handiwork, until she realized that her 'handiwork' was the ship's pilot. She sighed.


"Hey Cap, do you want Thrace awake? It would be better for him if he got some rest."

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"Hi." the young ginger grinned, practically forgotten. "That was fun. Where to now?"

 

[CelticHero37]

Colt finishes his work, leaving any systems he can on cool down. He pushes up his goggles, stretches, and starts to jog to the bridge. As he approaches the man in charge, he asks, "Yeah, what do ya need boss?"

 

[DeeDiebS]

Devon walks to the wall and turns on the comm. "He has one hour Tasha, thats all the Martian authorities will give us. So thats all i'll give him." He turns around and sees Colt enter the room and smirks already knowing the attitude of the engineer. He fold his arms and shows colt thier relative position. Which was surprisingly close to he asteroid belt. "So Colt two questions." He said with a sly look on his face. Question number one, how are my engines looking. And question number two, how far could we jump from this position in a emergency." The holographic replica of mars swung by his face and zoomed in on the exact position in the solar system. "And where is chris?!?"


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[CelticHero37]

Colt smiled, "That's three questions Bosso buddyo… eh, anyway. Aesthetically wise, your engines look top of the line. Eh, spec wise, that's a different story. I'll spare you the terrifying details. But if I had to make a guess, she could easily make it to the next solar system. As for this Chris thing, my name's Colt, you just called me that anyway."


Colt walked up to the map and took a look. "Uh, boss? What are those moving red dots?"

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Oh Christ no." Devon's voice was calm and timid. He took his finger tips and made a spreading motion. Three Protector Class Hammer-Heads just dropped from light speed. These ship where modeled after the Finned creature native to earth. A flat long and broad box made up the head of the ship. Behind that was a long rectangle half as wide as the ship's front but just as long. The ship rear was finished with two super massive engines one on top of the other. These ships where designed for "pursuit and destroy missions" or for general defense. The numerous cannons on the front of the ship made it impossible for it to be taken head on, though it was equally a design flaw. "Tasha I need you in the bridge, we're gonna by some time. Chris get back to the turret, the party isnt over yet." Before he entered the cockpit he looked back on colt. "All available power the shields and weapons, they're faster than us. But not as maneuverable." Devon ran back into the captain's chair and pulled back on the panels and flipped on the shields. "Let the bodies hit the floor."


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[CelticHero37]

Colt flew after the captain frantically, "But Cap! If the energy's going to shields, we won't be able to make the jump out of here! Oh God we're gonna die! I knew you'd regret this Colt."

 

[Yang]

(I'm going with what Kaz said.)


Tasha run to the opposite side of the room and rummaged through the cabinets. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for; smelling salts.


She ran back to Thrace and waved them underneath his nose, trusting that if she left them there he would wake up.


"Captain, we need to get more supplies when we can!" She yelled as she ran back up to the bridge. "What can I do?" She sure hoped that the salts had worked.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace sat up, yelling, "No!" reaching forward, he gasped for breath, as he came too, looking at Tasha, "Wait... Right... Here I am..." He slid off of the table and grunted as his leg took the weight of his body, he caught himself carefully and made his way towards the cockpit, "Come with me, I'm going to need help into the chair, Then stay with me, Keep me awake, Concussion..." He would stumble again, his eyes going dark again, "Wha's our condition? Are we still under power?"

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Tasha open up comms and hail any of the on coming ships. Meanwhile Thrace move the ship to a higher plane then these guys when i tell you. Push those engines to the max, no light speed." His voice was calm, cool, and collected. He seemd overly confident with whatever plan he had in his head. "Colt how are my shields!"


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