Saturday, May 12, 2007
Next Part of Sci-Fi Book
A Scoutship flying over the Remant Mountains on SpeerChapter One
It was raining again. Trion sighed and looked out of the window on the base. Four days he had been here, in the Speeran Planetary Defence Force (PDF) Unsettled Prisoner Room, while the ‘good’ people of the Law Enforcement Department of the PDF tried to find out if the mercenary was responsible for six deaths in a pub brawl. Truth was, Trion was responsible for the death of one idiot who had tried to shoot him with a T16 Laspistol . Sighing again, Trion called the Security Bot over. Their was a whirring sound and clanking as it moved over. “Could you please order two margheritas from the service room?”
“Affirmative.” Came the metallic voice. Their was a clicking noise as it ordered two margheritas. Several minutes later their was a hiss and a waiter walked in. Trion, not turning, said “put it on the table.”
“Sir, that costs twenty Credits or forty Gold Eagles.”
Trion turned and glared at the man, “if I had forty Gold Eagles I would have bribed the guard outside to ‘accidentally’ leave the keys and my Laspistol inside the room!”
The waiter glanced nervously at the Security Bot behind Trion, ready to shoot him with a built-in Ruartha D44 Stun Rifle should it have to. “Very well sir, if you get out you will be charged for this order.” Trion gave a last, withering glare before he turned his attention to the window. Suddenly an explosion rocked the base, the entire main barracks being wiped out by a missile. Their was a roar and fighters came pouring out from space, firing their lasers into the base. An alarm blared and Speeran PDF Tandon Light Dart fighters flew out of the hangars, engaging the attacking fighters.
Trion woke with a start, hitting his head on the overhanging cupboard. Groaning, Trion climbed out of the hammock, pulled on his flight jacket and holstered his Laspistol before he headed to the cockpit. Outside the stolen Speeran PDF Scout Ship, in darkness of space, waited several Dreadnaughts and a Wing (four) of Battlecruisers around the war-torn planet Vatoran. Trion plopped into the pilot’s seat and buckled himself up before he started the engine and headed towards the planet’s surface. “Imperial sector flight control, this is ship #51856 requesting permission to land.” Ship #5186, you have been granted permission to land, hangar bay 10789A47.” “Roger flight control.”
Trion pulled into the hangar bay and landed. Stepping out of the ship, he sealed the door and headed to the Quarantine Deck.
It was raining again. Trion sighed and looked out of the window on the base. Four days he had been here, in the Speeran Planetary Defence Force (PDF) Unsettled Prisoner Room, while the ‘good’ people of the Law Enforcement Department of the PDF tried to find out if the mercenary was responsible for six deaths in a pub brawl. Truth was, Trion was responsible for the death of one idiot who had tried to shoot him with a T16 Laspistol . Sighing again, Trion called the Security Bot over. Their was a whirring sound and clanking as it moved over. “Could you please order two margheritas from the service room?”
“Affirmative.” Came the metallic voice. Their was a clicking noise as it ordered two margheritas. Several minutes later their was a hiss and a waiter walked in. Trion, not turning, said “put it on the table.”
“Sir, that costs twenty Credits or forty Gold Eagles.”
Trion turned and glared at the man, “if I had forty Gold Eagles I would have bribed the guard outside to ‘accidentally’ leave the keys and my Laspistol inside the room!”
The waiter glanced nervously at the Security Bot behind Trion, ready to shoot him with a built-in Ruartha D44 Stun Rifle should it have to. “Very well sir, if you get out you will be charged for this order.” Trion gave a last, withering glare before he turned his attention to the window. Suddenly an explosion rocked the base, the entire main barracks being wiped out by a missile. Their was a roar and fighters came pouring out from space, firing their lasers into the base. An alarm blared and Speeran PDF Tandon Light Dart fighters flew out of the hangars, engaging the attacking fighters.
Trion woke with a start, hitting his head on the overhanging cupboard. Groaning, Trion climbed out of the hammock, pulled on his flight jacket and holstered his Laspistol before he headed to the cockpit. Outside the stolen Speeran PDF Scout Ship, in darkness of space, waited several Dreadnaughts and a Wing (four) of Battlecruisers around the war-torn planet Vatoran. Trion plopped into the pilot’s seat and buckled himself up before he started the engine and headed towards the planet’s surface. “Imperial sector flight control, this is ship #51856 requesting permission to land.” Ship #5186, you have been granted permission to land, hangar bay 10789A47.” “Roger flight control.”
Trion pulled into the hangar bay and landed. Stepping out of the ship, he sealed the door and headed to the Quarantine Deck.
Gold Eagles: An unofficial currency much like $1 coins with an eagle stamped on both sides.
Credits: Official electronic currency.
Tandon and Ruartha: Two different Mega-corps.
Speer(pronounced Spear): A small planet, 90% water.
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// posted by Anthony Westenberg @ 7:28 PM 
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