Post by Carlos on Sept 27, 2012 15:22:54 GMT -6
Salvage Hauler "Kuzu"
"WRONG!" Played in all of the corridors of the old beater. Not that it mattered much to it's slim crew. Which is both a figuratively speaking and literally speaking. The atmospheric system that normally kept the temperature at a cool level had long since been on the fritz. It was probably older then most of the crew combined. Instead it often made the compartments at about 100 degrees. As such many people lost weight aboard this ship.
Mica was slimmer then most, but maintained a strong physical regimen, leaving him with lean physique. His deceptively thin body gave him an edge on people that thought him weak. True in fact his strength was incredible for his size.
He came down from a vent, his muscled frame flipping him over and onto his feet. Short spiky white hair adorned his sweat covered face. He was shirtless, revealing his coveted body, several tattoos on his body. Each meaning different things. Bobbing his head side to side to the music he made his way into the engine room which had no gravity.
Pushing off the ground, spiraling, simply letting the force of it carry him through the room.
The ship itself was coasting through space. The infinite cosmos all around him. Distant nebulas painting a beautiful canvas for anyone who happened to be looking out a window.
The reason they were drifting was due to the fact they were approaching a derelict ship that may or may not have someone aboard and they didn't want to give away their approach.
Closing on the apparently disabled ship. Two pods undocked themselves from the side of the salvage ship and flew over to examine the exterior of the ship.
"She's in good condition." Mica reported back over the squawk box. "Want me to do a cut in or what?"
"Negative, if it's as intact as you say, we want it with as few holes as possible. Find a hatch in." Came back Captain Gero's response.
Fast maneuvering his pod, he banked around the ship, using the manipulators to seize onto the ship, swinging around the corners fast until spotting a hatch. Firing the retros, he slowed and used the manipulators to near the pod. Ejecting out in a space suit, he quickly went over to it and hooked up his relay device.
Aboard the ship a young woman with more jewelry on her face, then all of the people on the ship, tried to access the ship's computer.
"It's some kind of alien gibberish. It would take me like a week or more to crack this." Niel replied with a scowl.
"Alien shet. What's the call Captain?" Mica spat over the squawk.
Before the Captain could say anything. The barely awake communications officer noticed a ghost on his sensor screen. Wiping it a couple times to make sure it wasn't dust. He stared intently at it, but then got a positive contact on.
"WE'VE GOT COMPANY!" The officer shouted from down the corridor.
The Captain gulped as he brought up his display and looked. Big, moving too fast to be a freighter, mostly likely military. And if it was alien military they would be in for some shit.
"Mica! Ungst! Get back to the ship, immediately!" The Captain barked as he scrambled over to slap the sleeping helmsmen upside the head.
The two pods returned to the ship as quickly as they could. Mica stayed in his pod, patching in the display to his screen, he didn't like the looks of that.
"How far are we from the nearest jump point?" Mica asked quickly.
"Shit, fifteen minutes out from one of the pirate jump points," Replied the communications officer.
They all watched the screens intently to see what the ship would do. The green blob indicator moving from one place to another as it closed on them. A cheer went up when it stopped at the derelict ship. However three smaller contacts broke off from it and started for them.
"Time?" Inquired Mica.
"Eight minutes to jump point," Came the reply.
Mica's face contorted in a look of bitter realization they weren't going to make it. Detaching his pod, he veered it toward the incoming craft.
"Gero, you'll have eight minutes, of that you can be assured." Mica said with all the cockiness he could muster
"Mica! You come back here! MICA! DAMN IT!" Gero roared over the squawk, but there was little he could actually do.
The pod he was riding was designed for salvage. It was fitted with strong bulky thrusters to allow it to move around heavy salvage. Along with strong manipulators to support the weight of heavy objects in space. But it wasn't armored nor designed for high speed maneuvers. It's weapons a dual pair of machine guns with limited ammo.
The three craft that were coming after them are Rialeen fighter craft. They aren't dedicated dog fighters. Mostly used for light recon, but not specialized in that role.
The lead craft was over eager to engage. It was well ahead of it's allies. Mica did as little maneuvering as possible, biding his time, waiting for the other craft to fire first. Moving just as it fired, managing to narrowly avoid the incoming attack, then maneuvering wildly. The enemy pilot lost his edge as he tried to keep a bead on what should have been just a dinky salvage pod.
Instead he found himself on a collision course with the pod, it disappeared from sight just before a collision could occur. The alien pilot tried frantically to look around for it.
Mica grinned wide, baring his teeth. He was hanging from the back of the fighter. Slamming his manipulator into it's thruster nozzles, then letting go, the fighter went spiraling out of control. The pilot's controls not responding accordingly, the control surfaces of the engines were jammed.
Noting the two signals that were on his tail. He disabled the safety limiter that kept the engines from generating too much vibration that could potentially damage them or cause them to explode. Mica opened the throttle all the way, even so, it was only a matter of time before the sleek fighters would close the distance. Red warning lights painted his cockpit, he listened to the engines. Suddenly pitching the pod in an odd angle of descent. The engine's exploded sending him spiraling.
"Right.." Mica muttered as he struggled to fire all of the verniers. one after another in a sequence. Just in time to slow and bring his targets in line.
A burst of rounds let rip, striking one of the fighters, though causing no notable harm. A secondary and third burst however caused some of the maneuvering nozzles on the engine to become unresponsive. The fighter broke off it's attack.
"Mica! We've made it to the jump point!" Came the voice of the communications officer aboard the Kuzu.
Mica opened his helmet, placed a cigarette in his mouse, calmly lighting it as he watched the enemy fighter approach.
"I know, good travels my friends, I'll see you when you get there." He then cut the link and took a long drag and let it fill his cockpit. Through the thin veil of the smoke he could see the fighter making a head on pass at it. He crooked a smile. "You're prescription...is crash."
Quickly slamming his helmet shut, he worked the controls just as the enemy fighter began firing, the pod angled the canopy at the fighter. Slamming the eject switch the canopy came flying at the fighter. Taking a few rounds as it did. It managed to collide with the fighter and send it spiraling away.
Bleeding through his normal suit, the canopy cracked everywhere, Mica felt his oxygen becoming low. His cigarette still between his lips inside the helmet. It's embers became the only light in the cockpit. It would soon extinguish due to no oxygen, but he let it burn.
"WRONG!" Played in all of the corridors of the old beater. Not that it mattered much to it's slim crew. Which is both a figuratively speaking and literally speaking. The atmospheric system that normally kept the temperature at a cool level had long since been on the fritz. It was probably older then most of the crew combined. Instead it often made the compartments at about 100 degrees. As such many people lost weight aboard this ship.
Mica was slimmer then most, but maintained a strong physical regimen, leaving him with lean physique. His deceptively thin body gave him an edge on people that thought him weak. True in fact his strength was incredible for his size.
He came down from a vent, his muscled frame flipping him over and onto his feet. Short spiky white hair adorned his sweat covered face. He was shirtless, revealing his coveted body, several tattoos on his body. Each meaning different things. Bobbing his head side to side to the music he made his way into the engine room which had no gravity.
Pushing off the ground, spiraling, simply letting the force of it carry him through the room.
The ship itself was coasting through space. The infinite cosmos all around him. Distant nebulas painting a beautiful canvas for anyone who happened to be looking out a window.
The reason they were drifting was due to the fact they were approaching a derelict ship that may or may not have someone aboard and they didn't want to give away their approach.
Closing on the apparently disabled ship. Two pods undocked themselves from the side of the salvage ship and flew over to examine the exterior of the ship.
"She's in good condition." Mica reported back over the squawk box. "Want me to do a cut in or what?"
"Negative, if it's as intact as you say, we want it with as few holes as possible. Find a hatch in." Came back Captain Gero's response.
Fast maneuvering his pod, he banked around the ship, using the manipulators to seize onto the ship, swinging around the corners fast until spotting a hatch. Firing the retros, he slowed and used the manipulators to near the pod. Ejecting out in a space suit, he quickly went over to it and hooked up his relay device.
Aboard the ship a young woman with more jewelry on her face, then all of the people on the ship, tried to access the ship's computer.
"It's some kind of alien gibberish. It would take me like a week or more to crack this." Niel replied with a scowl.
"Alien shet. What's the call Captain?" Mica spat over the squawk.
Before the Captain could say anything. The barely awake communications officer noticed a ghost on his sensor screen. Wiping it a couple times to make sure it wasn't dust. He stared intently at it, but then got a positive contact on.
"WE'VE GOT COMPANY!" The officer shouted from down the corridor.
The Captain gulped as he brought up his display and looked. Big, moving too fast to be a freighter, mostly likely military. And if it was alien military they would be in for some shit.
"Mica! Ungst! Get back to the ship, immediately!" The Captain barked as he scrambled over to slap the sleeping helmsmen upside the head.
The two pods returned to the ship as quickly as they could. Mica stayed in his pod, patching in the display to his screen, he didn't like the looks of that.
"How far are we from the nearest jump point?" Mica asked quickly.
"Shit, fifteen minutes out from one of the pirate jump points," Replied the communications officer.
They all watched the screens intently to see what the ship would do. The green blob indicator moving from one place to another as it closed on them. A cheer went up when it stopped at the derelict ship. However three smaller contacts broke off from it and started for them.
"Time?" Inquired Mica.
"Eight minutes to jump point," Came the reply.
Mica's face contorted in a look of bitter realization they weren't going to make it. Detaching his pod, he veered it toward the incoming craft.
"Gero, you'll have eight minutes, of that you can be assured." Mica said with all the cockiness he could muster
"Mica! You come back here! MICA! DAMN IT!" Gero roared over the squawk, but there was little he could actually do.
The pod he was riding was designed for salvage. It was fitted with strong bulky thrusters to allow it to move around heavy salvage. Along with strong manipulators to support the weight of heavy objects in space. But it wasn't armored nor designed for high speed maneuvers. It's weapons a dual pair of machine guns with limited ammo.
The three craft that were coming after them are Rialeen fighter craft. They aren't dedicated dog fighters. Mostly used for light recon, but not specialized in that role.
The lead craft was over eager to engage. It was well ahead of it's allies. Mica did as little maneuvering as possible, biding his time, waiting for the other craft to fire first. Moving just as it fired, managing to narrowly avoid the incoming attack, then maneuvering wildly. The enemy pilot lost his edge as he tried to keep a bead on what should have been just a dinky salvage pod.
Instead he found himself on a collision course with the pod, it disappeared from sight just before a collision could occur. The alien pilot tried frantically to look around for it.
Mica grinned wide, baring his teeth. He was hanging from the back of the fighter. Slamming his manipulator into it's thruster nozzles, then letting go, the fighter went spiraling out of control. The pilot's controls not responding accordingly, the control surfaces of the engines were jammed.
Noting the two signals that were on his tail. He disabled the safety limiter that kept the engines from generating too much vibration that could potentially damage them or cause them to explode. Mica opened the throttle all the way, even so, it was only a matter of time before the sleek fighters would close the distance. Red warning lights painted his cockpit, he listened to the engines. Suddenly pitching the pod in an odd angle of descent. The engine's exploded sending him spiraling.
"Right.." Mica muttered as he struggled to fire all of the verniers. one after another in a sequence. Just in time to slow and bring his targets in line.
A burst of rounds let rip, striking one of the fighters, though causing no notable harm. A secondary and third burst however caused some of the maneuvering nozzles on the engine to become unresponsive. The fighter broke off it's attack.
"Mica! We've made it to the jump point!" Came the voice of the communications officer aboard the Kuzu.
Mica opened his helmet, placed a cigarette in his mouse, calmly lighting it as he watched the enemy fighter approach.
"I know, good travels my friends, I'll see you when you get there." He then cut the link and took a long drag and let it fill his cockpit. Through the thin veil of the smoke he could see the fighter making a head on pass at it. He crooked a smile. "You're prescription...is crash."
Quickly slamming his helmet shut, he worked the controls just as the enemy fighter began firing, the pod angled the canopy at the fighter. Slamming the eject switch the canopy came flying at the fighter. Taking a few rounds as it did. It managed to collide with the fighter and send it spiraling away.
Bleeding through his normal suit, the canopy cracked everywhere, Mica felt his oxygen becoming low. His cigarette still between his lips inside the helmet. It's embers became the only light in the cockpit. It would soon extinguish due to no oxygen, but he let it burn.