Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"Um...hello...? What's going on? Hello?" the redhead tapped his foot impatiently, a bit annoyed at being overlooked and ignored.

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Where under attack kid find a seat." Devon said turning his chair around slightly


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[Zalban]

Chris leaped into his gunners chair again and flicked the comm. "You want me to give em a little pepper, or are you plannin to save the energy for the engines?"

 

[Yang]

Tasha nodded and hailed the other ships.


"This is user 90836, repeat, this is user 90836. Ship Leviathan and Hellgrium (just makin' up names), what is your buisness?"

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Not yet chris we're going to try, Temporary Diplomacy. But in the end they're going to die. So what do they say Tasha?"


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[Kazanna]

Thrace stumbled again, catching himself he muttered, "Right... Raise... Altitude in space..." He sighed, and moved to the controls, strapping himself in he checked the power systems. Frowning, he looked over the display, and tapped the comms, "Hey uh... Engineering... This is Thrace... be read for... Things..." He wasn't quite sure what was going to happen, but he looked back at the comm station, and froze, realizing his error saying, "Don't tell them I'm on board, if they need a personnel file check, I am not on board, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not here..." He tapped the flight controls several times, running diagnostics on power levels throughout the ship, he muttered, "Ah... someone changed it all... Okay... lets see..." He shifted the power levels around again, "Lets see... pull power from main sub-light to maneuvering thrusters... shielding to belly and tail..." He slid the power levels around on his display, his vision still blurry, his insides started working against him, and he gagged, retching on nothing, the concussion's effects hitting him again. He shook his head slightly and continued his work, "Reserved... thirty percent of power for... cannons... weapons powered down..." He blinked at the controls and let out a long breath, taking the control yoke, he slowly pulled back on them, bringing the ship's nose up slightly, he redirected power from maneuvering, half of it, to sub-light, and tapped several controls, effectively giving the console for the turrets control of their own power, he looked to Devon, muttering, "Captain, go tell Chris to be ready, don't use the comms, at this range they've hacked our comms are are listening in, If you use the comms, and you need something, just tell Tasha to do it, I'll get the message, but stay at turret controls, and use your best judgement... Do not let them board us... If your caught harboring me..." He smiled and shrugged, "They'll kill you all the moment I'm discovered..."

 

[Zalban]

Chris tapped the gunnery sticks lightly while he hummed an old tune In his head. He swiveled in his chair a few times and watched his power shift around. "Well damn, looks like I will be fighting then." He waited and used the ships redirection to aim each of his port guns at the oncoming hammerheads. "Just tell me when cap'n" he yelled out into the corridor.

 

[DeeDiebS]

Devon placed his head in the palm of his hand and shook his head." Thrace, honestly I would ask What The Hell did you do? But we might die right now so i'll wait. Just get ready to fly at full speed, we're gonna flank thier rare." Devon smirked and got on the entire ship comms." Yeah guys whatever you do dont jump, they dont know that out weapons are malfunctioning." Coming off he laughed to himself a bit. "They won't fire on a defenseless ship so Thrace. You have one shot make it count." He typed out a message and sent it to Chris. "Once in position aim for the body and the head will fall off." Sliding that away he looked at Tasha. "Well Tash hows our Diplomatic efforts?


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[Kazanna]

Thrace nodded, still edging the ship's nose "up" He started drifting the ship into a spin, rotating and then dipping the yoke down. Thrace sighed and said, "I really hope the idiots flying those ships don't figure out this move... no one has yet... they'll read the whole this as a malfunction... but..." He narrowed his eyes as he watched the two signals, "How did they track my light speed jumps I..." He froze, and said loud enough for Devon to hear, "Captain, They don't know we slid out of Mars, there's no way, They'll get recon from mars within the next... How long was I out?"

 

[Zalban]

Chris watched his holo screens as each ship was pulled into the firing arc of his weapons. He grinned to himself as the message popped over the screen. He always loved fireworks.

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Thrace lower your blood pressure. We're not getting shot at yet, once Tasha says they're going to kill us, we'll them. Besides we have a contact to make on one of Saturn's moons."


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[Yang]

Tasha was quietly talking to the other ships.


"User 90836, this is ship Leviathan. Please do not move your ship and prepare to be boarded."


Tasha looked at Devon and smiled. "Not well."


She turned back to the comm. "why? what's going on?"


She turned back to Devon. "Now would be the perfect time to either run away or attack. I'll keep them distracted over the comm, but there's only so much I can do.


The intercom crackled back to life. "Prepare to be boarded." The man replied.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace sighed and let his chin fall to his chest, closing his eyes he let the ship drift up and now over the approaching patrol, he muttered, "Shifting power to frontal shields..." They were now heading towards the patrol, but above them, over them, their belly facing the other ships backs, he mutters, "Know the thing about hammerhead sharks back on earth... Their eyes are positioned down... so they can only see what's below them..." Thrace's eyes grew cold as he leveled the ship out, their cannons were lined up with their new foes, he hit the comms, "Captain... We are in position to be boarded..." He figured Devon would get the gist of his message, rather then being boarded, it was time for he and Chris to open fire. He glances back to Tasha, "Strap in, start hacking their ships, see if you can pull crew manifests and then shut down life support, open the doors from ship side to their pilots quarters once you get into the systems... Your only going to get one shot at it, so do it to the less damaged ship once the captain and whoevers on guns starts shooting." His eyes were cold, like ice, he wasnt giving orders, or suggestions, he was telling her what he would do in her position, "And thank you, for saving my life, I'm Thrace by the way, Thrace Meddyglladd..."

 

[Yang]

Tasha's eyebrows shot up, and she plainly said "no."


But she swiveled around to the computer and pulled up the same program as usual, thinking I do an awful lot of hacking for a medic.


This part was easy. Within seconds, the other ship's computers were malfunctioning on them, the lights were blinking on and off, and pretty soon the whole ship was swerving left and right. She kept on typing and did the same thing to the opposite ship.


She leaned back in her chair, satisfied. She looked at Thrace with a sad look in her eye. "There's an easier way to get things your way than possibly hurting people."

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace paused, and thought about it for a moment, before replying, "I'm just telling you what my training tells me to. That is what their technicians are going to be doing to us in a few moments, but their tech will simply take control of our systems, and have the abbility to do that, he wont start opening doors until after his CO tells him to vent us... It's standard military procedure, and the only patrols that would possibly be running a pair of hammerheads this far out of martian territory... Earth Republic. They'll Vent us all, then scan our bodies to see if were on a wanted list. Those of us that are... They'll revive, and cart back to earth for public execution... like me..." He turned back to his controls, shaking slightly, he fought to keep himself under control, keep himself from priming his own cannons and blowing holes through both of the pilot's nests where he knew them to be, the soft spot, the brain of the ship. Right now, his crew's lives, were acting as a collar, his leash being his freedom, as the hammerheads got closer, his leash felt a lot shorter...

 

[DeeDiebS]

Devon chuckled to himself and walked up Thrace's shaking husk. "Hey buddy you want me to tell you a secret." He knelt on one knee right beside the shaking pilot and stopped for a couple seconds. "THRACE TURN OFF OUR INTERIA DAMPANERS POP THE ENGINES TO FULL SPEED AND TILT THE NOSE DOWN 77° DOWNWARD THEN FIRE WITH DISCRETION. TASHA GET THRACE SOME MEDS AND KEEP HIM CONSCIOUS. HE CAN FALL OUT THE CHAIR AFTER THOSE PATROL SHIPS IMPLODE. CHRIS ONCE THE FRONT OF ENEMY SHIP IS CLEAR COMMENCE FIRE ON THE BODY AND REAR OF THIS. DO NOT WASTE AMMO ON THE FRONT. COLT OVERDRIVE THE MAIN PLASMA CORE AND SUPERCHARGE MAIN PLASMA OUTPUT TO 69% I DON'T WANT TO BURN MY PLASMA ROUTERS." The commands seemed to just roll from his lips as if they where nothing. Which in a way answered any questions anyone had about his very chilled attitude.


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[Zalban]

Chris nodded to himself and redirected each of his cannons. "On your mark cap'n"

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"Hey, I can help, you know!" 'Tin brightened, watching casually as each crew member did their job. He decided it was no use and plopped down into a seat, quite put out.

 

[Yang]

Tasha quite literally jumped. She saluted and ran to the med bay, holding onto the side of the ship for support.


She rummaged through the medicine cabinet and pulled out an aderall pill. (Believe it or not, those keep to VERY awake. I know from first person. If in anyway it doesn't, please forgive me T-T)


She ran back to the cockpit with the pill in one hand and the bag of salts in the other.


She shoved them in front of Thrace and quite simply said "swallow". She kept the salts on her.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace looked at the captain, and raised a brow, "What flight school did you go to..." He grinned, "Must have been the same one I did as a kid..." He flicked several switches, muttering, "Turning off internal gravity, it slows us down..." When Tasha offered him the pill, he groaned, "What, no aminos? God this ship needs an overhaul..." He nodded his thanks to her, and took the pill diligently, then motioned to her seat, "It's gonna get bumpy." Without waiting for her to move, he grabbed the control yoke, unlocked the weapons control, flipped the ship up, reducing their target mass to such insignificance their enemies wouldn't even scratch the surface of their shields, and then, his ice cold as the vacuum outside, he fired the main cannons into their pilot's cabins, there was no smile on his face, just a grim look of following orders. His cannon shots would ring out loudly if there was enough air in space for them to be heard, probably as loud as the screams of the soldiers on the other ships, he looked back and muttered, "Tasha, hack their systems, shut everything down but life support, open their comms, hail them, and give me the channel... Vid display up at my console if you can..." He looked cold, and very grim, he opened his comms to the weapon bay, "Do not relent firing until they are dead in vacuum, those ships do not need their pilots to fly. Cripple them, but try not to vent the crew."

 

[Zalban]

Chris hummed and tapped the twin control sticks for his own cannon while using the array of holo panels to simultaneously target and destroy major gun batteries and sever the midsections. He nearly laughed to himself as it brought back the not so distant memories of his service time. He tapped a small flimsi card on his chest and the quiet sound of an old violin filled his gunnery station. "These are the old Mark II hammerheads right?" he questioned himself as he shifted his targeting to the 'neck' of the ship. "Then their secondary generator is on the axis to prevent from initial pirate attempts to disable them." he grinned to himself as he recalled the old training and sent a sharp volley from each gun towards each ship. With each bright blue report he saw the ships slowly begin to break apart and the secondary generator begin to spin into in a chain reaction. "Hey Pilot" he called as he leaned in to the comm "Both ships should now be entering a chain reaction phase. We should be good as long as no more ships show up, the computer is going to try and compensate for gravity and personnel losses for the next few seconds. During that time the reaction should reach the engines and blow out the primary generators. However be wary of the farther hammerhead I can't tell from my screens how many of my shots rang true through the plating to-" He stopped talking when he say the hammerhead in question begin to flare in a haze of red and blue. "Wait never mind that last part looks like I hit it a little bit better than I thought....... by the way that was fantastic positioning." he sat back in his chair and watched the 'Fireworks'

 

[Yang]

Tasha nodded. She could do that.


She stumbled to the side, and grabbed the back of the chair that the stupid kid was sitting in. "Get out of the way, kid!" She growled, pushing him out of the chair. "Go anywhere, eh- the med bay! Just stay out of our way!"


She pulled up the SAME dumb program and began hacking. She grabbed the intercom and dialed the other ship up, and handed Thrace the comm silently.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace looked back to her and nodded his thanks, a moment later, his expression went cold again, and he tapped his comm to -Open- He said grimly, "Crew's of the Hammerhead Patrols, this is Thrace Meddyglladd, I should be on your wanted lists, and your warnings should be going off about now... I want you all to be informed, This ships technician is prepared to vent you all, you will move to your crew quarters now or she will being opening the doors, You will power down your ships and surrender or I will personally end you all, Your sensors will confirm the state of our main cannons..." He closed his comm, and removed his harness, looking back to Tasha, "Wish this... ship had..." He looked dazed, about to black out again as he muttered, "Amino..." his eyes rolled back and he was gone again.

 

[Yang]

"HOLY ****!" She yelled, and pushed the salts under his nose. She slapped him for good effect.


Leaning down, Tasha growled in his ear "listen here, buster. If you black out, the rest of us die. Now WAKE UP you stubborn mule!"

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace came to, his eyes watery he glanced around, saying, "Okay, Yeah, Got it, sleep bad... Piloting good." He shook his head and grunted as he pulled himself up higher in the seat, saying, "Stay by my side... Please..." He reached up and rubbed his head. Gravity was off so the pain was lessening, he felt himself lighter in his straps, weightless, the broken bones would mend easier this way, but he knew he couldn't keep the ship in zero G for too long, He looked back to Tasha, "They still aren't hailing me back, Can you check their comms, we might have trashed their systems a bit too much." The two ships were starting to spark, and he could see pockets of air flowing out and igniting when he looked out through the front screen of their ship, he sighed and let them drift, knowing the fight was already over. He tapped his comm unit to feed over to weapons, "Hey Cap, Why don't you and our man on the guns grab some O2 and start the second part of blowing up a patrol... Time for salvage I'd say... Take our engineer and make a good effort of it, We have at least an hour before any of our real pursuers start making us." He sighed, and let his body relax, No point the two ships should be wasted, and they could secure their new... Friends... In an escape pod with enough supplies to last them a few days just in case, Maybe...