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The Trillian Empire
I am taking some sound advice, and trying to jump right in. Comments and critiques are more than welcome. I hope you enjoy!
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Trillian Star Date: 2400
The hover land craft came to a silent halt outside of Dr. Doug Hunter’s cabin. Dr. Hunter was surprised to see the sleek black craft arrive outside his home considering he had taken great steps to make sure very few knew he lived there. As far as he new, only his brother and sister knew where he was, and he hadn’t spoken to them since the hearings so many years ago. “Who could this be?” he asked himself, looking out the window. Three large men in black suits and glasses, nearly identical in every respect, stepped out of the vehicle. One of the larger men ran around to the other side, opening the door for the Last occupant. When he saw who it was, Dr. Hunter’s stomach dropped. “Oh god,” he breathed in a whisper. Quickly, Dr. Hunter ran through his home, scattering various scientific papers, research proposals, and scraps of food into any available place that would take it out of sight. The door chimed, announcing that his visitors were at the door. “Oh God,” Dr. Hunter whispered again, as he struggled to get a jacket on, running towards the door. He stopped momentarily to look at himself in the mirror, licking his hand to help push down some of his disorganized hair. What is SHE doing here, he thought to himself. The door chimed again, twice this time. Dr. Hunter tried to stay his unsteady hand, closing his eyes as he opened the door. When he opened them, he let out a deflated gasp, “it is you!” “Hello to you too. Dr. Hunter, I presume,” came the soft reply wrapped in a warm smile from Catharine Augustine Trillian, wife of Augustine Trillian, Empreror of the entire civilized world. Immediately Dr. Hunter fell to his knees, keeping his gaze to the floor. He knew that he had made enemies in the government, but he never entertained the notion that he had upset anyone at the highest level. He wondered if it would be a quick death. “Are you Dr. Hunter,” asked the Empress again. “Yea… I mean, er, um,” stammered Dr. Hunter. He looked up, eying the massive bodies of the three men in black. “The Empress asked you a question mister, now speak-“growled one of the clones. The Empress held a hand up to silence her minion. “It’s okay Robert, just give the good doctor a moment to compose himself.” She turned towards Dr. Hunter, gently raising him up to stand. She pretended to dust off his shoulders, picking at invisible lint. “There, now that’s better. Dr. Hunter, if I might impose, may we come in?” Dr. Hunter wasn’t sure why she was asking, technically, he couldn’t say no. No one could. She and her husband were considered gods, and as far as he knew, no one said “no” to a god. “Of.. of course. Please, come in. I humbly beseech you to take from me whatever you desire,” Dr. Hunter stammered, standing aside, casting his gaze down once more as the Empress entered his home. The three massive men, no doubt her bodyguards, followed her in, instantly looking over Dr. Hunter’s home for would be assailants or traps. The Empress sat on Dr. Hunter’s couch; a sly smile came across her face as she looked at the various knick-knacks that adorned the walls and shelves of his home. “Boys, please wait outside, I wish to speak to the good doctor alone.” The three men hesitated for a moment, but the Empress only arched one eyebrow, letting them know she meant business. Dr. Hunter watched as they trouped out, each in turn giving him a look that told him he wasn’t long for the world if he tried anything funny. “Don’t mind them Dr. Hunter, they mean well, now come over here, I won’t bite” the Empress said coyly, patting the seat next to her on the couch. Dr. Hunter obeyed, shuffling over next to the Empress. “Good,” she said as he sat down. The Empress continued, “Now, you are a difficult man to find Dr. Hunter, why is that?” Dr. Hunter was still confused by the surreal circumstances he now found himself in. Him, talking to the Empress of Trillian, in his own home, and she wanting to know why he was difficult to find! Then it hit him, only his brother and sister knew where he was. “Empress, I must know, did anything… was anything done to my-“ The Empress cut him off, “No, Denise and Richard are both fine Dr. Hunter. Your family will not come to harm, just as you will not come to harm.” Dr. Hunter visibly relaxed, letting out a breath of relief. The Empress smiled, and continued, “Dr. Hunter, I am not sure what you were expecting, but I am wondering why you have taken such great lengths to conceal where you are living.” Dr. Hunter looked into the Empress eyes, becoming mesmerized by the violet blue tinge. “Well Empress, ever since that fiasco at the Debian research symposium ten years ago, I haven’t exactly been welcomed by my peers. I also find that the news vids leave me alone out here.” Dr. Hunter allowed himself the luxury of relaxing a little bit, as recounted to the Empress how his research into hyper-space tunneling, which flew in the face of all known physics, had been rejected by his peers. Even though he had mathematical proof that proved, at least theoretically, hyper-space tunnels could be constructed to cover vast inter-stellar distances, they had declared him another ‘crack-pot’. It didn’t help matters when some fringe Groups used his research as the basis for a cult founded on the premise that all Trillians were descendants from some race that used hyper-tunnels to get here. The leader was later found to be embezzling funds, which led to government hearings implicating him as part of the cult. Whatever credibility he had left evaporated after the media circus that ensued, even though he was cleared of any wrongdoing. “So you see, Empress, I’m just trying to live a quiet life in retirement here.” Dr. Hunter finished. The Empress merely smiled through the entire story, nodding her head in sympathy. Dr. Hunter then stopped, turning towards the Empress, he asked, “but what are you doing here?” The Empress patted him on the hand, and with a slight grin she replied, “Well Dr. Hunter, I’m here to tell you that you were right.” “Excuse me Empress, right about what” asked Dr. Hunter, confusion on his face. “Dr. Hunter, you are correct regarding your theories about hyper-tunnels being capable of long distance interstellar travel.” Dr. Hunter was instantly floored, “but… but… it’s just a theory. And it’s been rejected by the worlds leading scientists!” he stammered. “Dr. Hunter, you are right, the worlds leading scientists are wrong. Hyper tunnels are possible, and in fact, they exist now.” Dr. Hunter’s head was reeling. The Empress of Trillian, in his home, telling him his life’s work was right, that he was correct, and the academic world wrong. Instantly he felt his world turn upside down. “That can’t be, we don’t have the technology, let alone the energy, to even conceive of creating one of these things.” The Empress voice grew calm, her voice like ice, “Dr. Hunter, what I am about to tell you is a state secret. If you divulge any of this, you will be put to death immediately. Something like this needs to be controlled. Do you understand me?” “I understand.” Dr. Hunter replied, hoping that he did understand. “We didn’t build the hyper-tunnels Dr. Hunter, someone, or something else did. We are building a ship to traverse the hyper-tunnel to see if we can find out the answer.” Dr. Hunter’s mouth fell open in shock; his world suddenly grew infinitesimally smaller as realization set in. The Empress finished, “And we would like you to help.” With that, the world went black, and Dr. Hunter politely passed out. To be continued…. |
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Clark this is a very nice start. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif Soon we will have to sell subscriptions to this forum with all of the great stories here. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif
Good work, nice easy to read format. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif Enjoyable to. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif I would also like to say that this is an excellent start to a story. Very inspiring to read. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif [ June 18, 2003, 22:28: Message edited by: Atrocities ] |
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Clark, I just want to say great job! This was a very well written chapter to your new story. You did a great job making the characters sound real and react just as we would in that particular situation. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif
I most certainly look forward to the next chapter! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif |
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Great writing. You sure work fast http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif
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Hmm. I wonder if this 'Trillian' race made this fine product I use to combine all my messenger programs into one package?
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yes... just maybe...
Damn wot an intellencient species |
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I enjoyed reading this.
Just out of curiosity clark: do you have any experience in writing Novels? Oh, just had a thought ( i know, doesn't happen very often and when it does they usually aren't any good http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif ): maybe Aaron will bundle these novells on the cd of SEV when it comes out. Provides more interesting reading than the manual http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif [ June 18, 2003, 23:37: Message edited by: minipol ] |
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Great! Jumping in with both feet, I see. Are you playing a game along with this story, or are you just using your imagination?
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Way to go Clark ! You've made me curious, so don't stop now !!
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Thank you for the compliments!
"Please, please, stop. I don't deserve such praise!" [one hand to my forhead, another waving more compliments on] http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif Let me know what you think of number 2 |
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Trillian Star Date 2400.1
Captain Bruce Maddox didn’t like surprises. He was the kind of man built by routine, who knows when any little thing is amiss because the ‘unexpected’ was what happened to other people when they didn’t plan well enough. He always planned well enough; after all, that’s why he had been given the command of Far Star. Yet he had no idea what to expect, what to prepare for when he received the Imperial summons. “What does the Emperor want with me?!”, he asked himself, bewildered. A black land hovercraft picked Captain Maddox up the following day. He had just left the Debian research institution, having reviewed the specs for the ion engines of the Far Star. It would be the Trillian’s first generation of ships capable of operating at a substantial sub-light speed. His maiden run next month was to be the proving trials for the engines. People were now openly considering colonizing some of the other planets within the solar system, provided that Captain Maddox succeeded. He wanted to make sure that happened. The sleek craft flew along long winding roads, always a perfect meter from the ground. Maddox, sitting alone in the back of the vehicle while the mute driver dove, used the time to review the latest research discoveries that had been presented to him at the Debian institute. Apparently some physicist had come up with some new mathematics that opened up new opportunities in high-energy physics, apparently the status quo had caused most of the research to be over-looked. He kept seeing a name, Dr. Hunter or something. But the name sounded oddly familiar, like Maddox had heard it before. The hovercraft came to a silent halt before the grand palatial estate of the Emperor Augustine Trillian. It was surrounded by a vast forest of old growth Trill trees, a massive oak with deep roots. Chlorine flares flashed across the sky, and the leaves shimmered in a kaleidoscope of colors. Maddox could see why the Emperor chose this as his home. Not only was the view spectacular, there must have been prime examples of every native flora within the gardens that lined the house. A pair of men in dark suits received Maddox with perfunctory grace. They spent little time on pleasantries, and escorted Maddox through a series of halls and chambers, all in silence. When they arrived in what appeared to be a solarium he was instructed to sit down and wait patiently. He counted the nine planets of the Trillian system, reaching up to touch the model of his home planet, the first from the sun. “And now, perhaps, two more!” he said to himself, looking to the two medium planets of Gazelle and Lion. The two planets were the sixth and seventh planets in orbit of sol, and also hosted enough biota to provide an oxygen atmosphere. The conditions were almost pristine, a virtual paradise on both. It was a bright future indeed for the Trillian people. “Assuming the scientists got this one right.” Maddox said under his breath. He couldn’t recall how many of his other colleagues had paid dearly for some egg heads wrong ended calculation. Maddox was so caught up in the solarium he didn’t notice when the Emperor walked in. “Captain Maddox, is it?” The emperor asked appraisingly. Instantly Maddox went to one knee, casting his gaze down, silently berating himself for not having paid attention. “Yes, your eminence.” Maddox replied, eyes still to the ground. “Captain Maddox, please do stand up. I wish to speak with you.” The Emperor said, taping Maddox on the shoulder, letting him know to follow him. Captain Maddox sprang to his feet and fell a half a step behind the emperor as they walked down a long corridor lined with marble statues and wall hangings. “Captain Maddox, I have been made aware of your remarkable record among our aerospace corps. It would seem that among the best, you are the best.” The emperor stopped, and turned to look at Maddox. “Would you agree?” he asked stonily. “My eminence, that is not for me to say. I wish only to serve.” Maddox replied automatically. Maddox came from a long line that served in the empire service; he understood and respected the ideals of loyalty, and honor. He sincerely felt he was a part of something to believe in, especially now with so many possibilities for their people. He would see this solar system, through and through. And perhaps, one day, when the egg heads figured out how to go faster than light, his great great-grandchildren might see the stars themselves! “Ah, I see a bright future for you, Captain Maddox. A bright future indeed.” The emperor put his hand across Maddox’s shoulder, tugging him closer as they walked into a room with giant arches framed in steel. “What do you know about hyper-tunnels, Captain Maddox?” Maddox looked into the emperor’s eyes, transfixed by the ice gray steel behind them. He could feel the power of the world course through his veins. It spooked Captain Maddox, and he didn’t scare easily. “I’m… I’m not familiar with that concept my liege. What is it precisely?” Maddox asked hesitantly. As they crossed the threshold of the door, the emperor whispered, “Now, you can keep a secret, can’t you?” Captain Maddox had a look of surprise as giant steel doors closed silently behind them. To be continued… [ June 19, 2003, 21:40: Message edited by: clark ] |
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I did a slight edit to chapter 2 to adjust the pacing- it seemed to move a little too fast. Anybody care to comment? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif
I must say I am excited about the start, as I have a nice situation with which to shape the first part of this story. I think everyone will be in for a treat (at least for the next two chapters). I must also confess I screwed up- I forgot to adjust the culture traits- and I'm playing with a max 5000 bonus. And I get nothing! Argh. But, I look at it as a way to make things a bit more exciting, make the odds a bit higher... but the research and production is killin me! |
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This story is great, a very nice start, fluent to read and leaves little hints at things. All the things needed to make it a great addition to SEIV Fanfiction! I enjoyed these chapters, and i like the idea of these emperors and emperess being very powerful, which must give you a lot of freedom to roleplay the game. I better finish the next chapter of my story, i'm glad it isn't like a competition on this board or i'd be doomed http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif |
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(My car is capable of sub-light speed!) But anyways, Excellent story! |
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Reading chapter 2, it made me realise what i sometimes miss in SEIV what some other games do have: leaders! Adds to the roleplaying character of the game. Some games give you great leaders at random times with abilities that influence troops. In SEIV, that could mean that some leaders influence ground combat of the troops they lead, others fighters or fleets!
Maybe boost intelligence or research. Dang, reminds me of, eh, what's it called * stands up, walks to box with old goodies * Hah, Starwars Rebellion. Image that for a race (say Federation), you could suddenly end up with Jean-Luc Piccard http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif Would be fun. Then for modding you could make a number of leaders that would appear at a certain time or randomly. I'm off to post this at the SEV wishlist. * lalalalala * [ June 19, 2003, 20:45: Message edited by: minipol ] |
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Now you got me hooked.
Keep them coming or I will hunt you down and ...... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif |
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Just finished reading the second chapter, Clark. Great job once again. The little bit of suspense at the end was a great touch. More, more! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif
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I edited the sublight Suicide, good eyes.
I am trying to hold off untill I have a bit more time to do the next installment- I feel the pacing of the story is a little too quick, and so it undermines the effect. How long is too long (a story chapter)? Or is there such a thing? [ June 19, 2003, 22:46: Message edited by: clark ] |
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Another thing I do, this is just me, is I try to keep a chapter to around 4 pages long. That's how long my Last chapter in my story was (link in sig) and to me is a good size. But as I say, that is just the way I personally do it. But I'm sure no matter how long you make the chapters that people will read and enjoy them just as much as they would shorter chapters. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif |
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I have read that 2000 to 2500 words are a good size chapter. Then again how many words are there in a regular paper back book? On average how many words per page, pages per chapter, chapters per book?
On average there are about 400 to 500 words per page of a paper back book using a normal size font. So do the math. I don't get how you guys can do it. Writing and not getting paid to do it is a concept far beyond my understanding. (Forum posting not withstanding.) |
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Clark I have to admit that amoung all of the stories I have read, your's is by far one of the better ones.
You have peeked my interest and captivated my attention. Please continue posting more of this story. CNC |
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Good going, Clark. I agree, the edit made the second part much better.
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Trillian Star Date 2400.15
Dr. Samantha Bardosa chewed absentmindedly on her left index finger’s cuticle. It was a bad habit she had picked up during her design days working on the predecessor to the soon to be fielded ion drives. All the stress, and the price of failure, had caused her to develop a few neurotic tendencies, nail biting the worst among them. Her therapist said it had some something to do with unresolved emotional issues. Whenever she thought about it though, she felt like the only unresolved emotional issue she had was her deep belief that the man was a quack. General McDougal gravely voice broke her reverie, "Dr. Bardosa, would you please explain again what your device does?" The general was used to ordering, not questioning, so Samantha could detect the subtle ire in his voice. She had heard that the extremes of his anger were legendary, and had caused more than one senior research director to break down into bawling piles of mush. For the most part though, she had been able to avoid his wrath by consistently meeting, or exceeding his expectations. The problem for her though was she had to practically hold the man's hand to make him understand ideas well outside his "pay grade", as he put it. She stopped chewing her nail, and cleared her throat slightly, preparing herself to go through once more the basic properties of the device. "Certainly General. The grava-metric space needle is a small device capable of measuring the fluctuating states of dark matter held in perpendicular to another plane of dark matter by-" The General waved his hand, shaking his hand in the air, as if to erase what Samantha was saying. "Yes, yes, yes. I know that part," the General said sharply as he picked up a sheaf of research papers that Samantha had sent to him Last week, tossing it back onto his desk with a heavy sigh. "Tell me what it 'does'," he said, exasperated, anger bubbling in his voice. Samantha began chewing on her nail again. This man could make or break her, and not just figuratively, the man had to be near three hundred pounds of solid barrel-chested muscle. She stared at him for a moment wondering what brilliant mind had decided that this rock of a monkey would be qualified, or even able, to understand the subtly of her work. She took a deep breath, placing her hands in her lap, just like her quack had told her too, and tried again. "It's a compass." She always felt a little dirty when she reduced her life's work to such mundane comparisons. The General screwed up his face, the idea visibly working it's way through his small simian brain. "A compass to what," he asked after what seemed an eternity to Samantha. "Grava-metric-," Samantha began, but realized she should change direction as the Generals face stated turning a pale shade of red. "I mean, it's a compass to pinpoint entrance points for hyper-tunnels," she finished. Samantha was starting to feel sick to her stomach. "You mean this grava-metric thingy-ma-jig of yours can take us through these 'Hunter-holes'?" he asked incredulously. The telephone rang on the General's desk, which distracted him long enough for Samantha to roll her eyes and groan inwardly without him noticing. 'Hunter holes', now she had heard everything. The scientific community was still reeling from the reestablishment of Dr. Hunter, as a lead director at the Debian institute, backed by Empress Catharine no less. While Samantha had to admit his mathematics was the basis for most of her work, the man had been part of some damned cult several years back, and as far as she was concerned, he had no place in science. Naming the hyper tunnels after him just seemed to be more of the same mastabatory ego building that pervaded in certain circles. Samantha waited for the General to finish his conversation, which seemed to be little more than him saying 'yes sir' and getting redder by the second. With controlled rage, the General placed the phone on the desk. "The compass doesn't take us through General, no one is even sure if it's safe to go through one of these things. But the device will allow us to detect where a stable entrance point is. Right now, all we can do is detect the hy- Hunter holes." She decided that trying to correct the General any further would only lead to either the dissolution of her research project, or more therapy. Neither seemed attractive ends. The General appraised Samantha for a moment, then opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a long cigar, and a small identity card, with the words "CLEARED" printed in large black letters. The General lit the cigar, then threw the card onto the desk, in plain view of Samantha. It looked like her picture was on it. After a few puffs from his cigar, his office began to fill with the rich spicy aroma of Trill tobacco. He stared at the ceiling, spewing smoke like a volcano. "You know, if it were up to me, I would tell you to take your little toy and come back when you have something useful." General McDougal turned his gaze once more onto Samantha, and continued, "if it were up to me, we would be putting more time into research with a purpose." Samantha instantly fell to the defensive, "but General McDougal, without this device-," the General cut her off. "Without that device, we wouldn't worry about what's on the other side of these god-damn holes in space." Samantha could see the General's shoulders tense, his left hand clenching in and out of a fist. "Without that device, I could get more funding for the military research proposals that have been flooding in. Just two weeks ago, I had to postpone funding increases for some new concepts around space based fighters, space mines, and our next generation of troops." "But General, this device, my research, it holds the promise of a greater future for all of Trillian!" Samantha countered, desperation entering at the edges of her voice. Why was he doing this she wondered, teasing her with the promise of the identity card lying on the desk, yet openly rejecting the merits of her work. Samantha didn't even notice that she was flicking her thumb against her index finger in anxiety. "Like the promise of a better future with your engine designs. How many aero-pilots did your engines kill again? His words cut into Samantha like a knife. She couldn't recall how many times she woke from her nightmares, filled with the faces of those killed by her design teams engines. "That's not fair General." Samantha countered weakly, fighting back the tears. "No, it's not Dr. Bardosa. I don't get paid to be fair. My job is to worry about the peace and security of our people, which I believe is in jeopardy by all of this new technology and science." The General took another long puff on his cigar, staring at Samantha. "At least the powers that be have had the good sense to control the dissemination of this stuff until we figure out a way to prepare the general population," he finished. Samantha knew what the General was talking about, since the existence of the hyper-tunnels was a State secret. That was primarily why she was in front of the General to begin with, since she needed his permission to publish her findings. After Dr. Hunter was reinstated, there had been an exhaustive review of all areas of research, and any avenues found to be "socially sensitive", like hers, was to be classified. Any breach of protocols was liable to end in death. But Samantha never realized that the recent push in the psychology science fields was to figure out how to break the news to the people. Samantha mentally shook herself, preparing for what would obviously be disappointment. It would seem that General McDougal's legend would grow by another story. "Well, General, thank you for considering my-," she replied despairingly. Again the General cut her off, "As I said Dr. Bardosa, if it were up to me, we would bury this stuff so far that it would take a Trillian mega-mole years to get to it." The General smashed his half spent cigar into an ashtray. "But, it isn't up to me," he replied with contained anger in his voice. Instantly a wave of excitement coursed through Samantha's body, she felt almost electric. "You mean I can publish my findings?!" She said excitedly. Suddenly thoughts of awards and kudos from her peers didn't seem so far off. "No, you may not." The General retorted sharply. Now Samantha was truly confused, "I don't understand, what are you saying," she asked. "I'm telling you that you are to complete work on the grava-metric space needle proto-type by next month. Any additional help, or resources you require, will be made at your disposal to complete this project." With that, he handed the identity card to Samantha. "I still don't understand General, what is this all about?" The General stood up, motioning for Samantha to follow her towards his office door. "You don't need to understand Doctor, you just need to follow orders, just like me." He placed his hand on the door knob, turning towards Samantha before opening it. "And two more things before you go Doctor. One, if you breathe a word of any of this, you will be executed for treason against the Empire." The General paused, letting the brief pause add to the weight of his words. He continued, "and two, be prepared for a very long journey next month." An evil grin flashed across the General's face momentarily, unnerving Samantha. General McDougal opened the door, and Samantha stepped out into an uncertain future. To be continued... [ June 20, 2003, 18:02: Message edited by: clark ] |
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Thank you all for your compliments, I must say I am enjoying this!
I think my work is improving at least a little when I allow myself some time to develop it. I did the .15 to denote mid-month, I needed to move some other things along to prepare for 2400.2 |
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Well, to be longwinded and eloquent;
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Trillian Star Date 2400.2
The room was filled with subdued chatter, as the assembled people filled all the available seats, save two slightly larger chairs located at the head of a long table made from the black oak wood of a Trill tree. Michael Killion wasn't sure what he was doing here, looking at some of the people sitting in the room. To his immediate right sat General McDougal, a massive man who nearly filled his own, and part of Michael's own chair. To his left, sat Dr. Samantha Bardosa, chewing on what looked like her Last mangled nail. Across from his own seat sat Captain Bruce Maddox, pilot of the Far Star, who seemed to be in an animated discussion with Dr. Hunter, who was sitting next to him. The few others in the room seemed to be various government officials of one derivation or another. The fact that he was sitting with such people was only slightly less bizarre than the manner in which he came to be here. Two large men in dark suits had stopped by his office only hours ago, demanding to see him. They barged past his secretary, flashing some Imperial summons, and whisked Michael into a waiting hover car before he knew what was happening. He certainly didn't have time to tell his wife, Martha, that he would be late. And no matter his protestations, he was refused a telephone to call her with. Michael decided to ask the General what this was all about, seeing as Dr. Bardosa was thoroughly engrossed with her nails. "Excuse me, General McDougal, right?" Michael asked nervously. The General turned slowly, like a slow motion avalanche, his voice rumbling like falling rocks, "yes," he replied gruffly. Michael waited a moment, then realized that the General was finished answering him. A little irritated, he tried again. "General, thank you. I was hoping you might be able to explain what I am doing here." General McDougal looked Michael over once, before answering. "Sitting." With that, the General turned away from Michael, staring straight ahead in sullen silence. Not to be put off, Michael tried once more, tapping the General on the shoulder. "I'm sorry General, I think you misunderstood. I was wondering what this meeting is about?" Anger flashed across General McDougal's face for a brief moment, and Michael wondered if perhaps the General would smash him into pulp before all of these people. "I understood your question Mr. Killion. If no one saw fit to inform you as to the intent of this meeting, I certainly don't feel the necessity either," he replied sternly. Now Michael was a bit confused, as well as angered, by the General's comment. How did the General of the entire Trillian military know his name, and why was he being kept in the dark about a meeting he was sitting in, he wondered to himself. Michael glanced over at Dr. Bardosa, and decided it might be more productive to get some information from her. If nothing else, she would be less intimidating than the General. "Excuse me Dr. Bardosa, I'm sorry to bother you," Michael said to her, tapping her on the hand she wasn't chewing on, "may I ask you a question?" He hoped he was being polite enough, Michael needed to know what was going on. Dr. Bardosa jumped slightly in her chair when he touched her, she looked a bit shaken, and there were deep circles under her eyes. "Sorry, I've been under a bit of pressure lately." Michael watched as she placed her hands in her lap, but she kept rubbing them together as if she was washing them. He couldn't be certain if she was even aware of what she was doing. "You know, my therapist- he's a quack by the way. He doesn't understand the stress I'm under. And it's not like I can explain it to him." Michael was confused further, as he didn't understand why she was telling him this. Dr. Bardosa continued, "I hate confined spaces. I get sick at the drop of a hat. I-I-I don't want to die!" Dr. Bardosa's hand shot out and grabbed Michael's forearm, her knuckles turning white with the strength of her grip. He looked into her eyes, and all he could see was plain abject terror. The man sitting on her other side whispered something into her ear, and magically, her grip loosened on his arm. Dr. Bardosa composed herself, shaking her head as if to clear it of whatever living nightmare had possessed her. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," she said haltingly. Michael could still see the glint of terror in her eyes though, but her body seemed to be back under her control. "It's quite alright," he replied understandingly. "I was hoping you might tell me what this meeting was about." Dr. Bardosa's brow furrowed slightly, obviously perplexed by the question. "You mean, no one has told you?" "No. Some guys in suits just came in and dragged me here a few hours ago." Michael leaned in closer to Dr. Bardosa, whispering, "I just asked the General here, and he wouldn't tell me." Dr Bardosa glanced over Michael's shoulder at the sitting hulk of the General. She turned back to him, whispering back, "that dumb son of a trill-monkey wouldn't know a direct answer if it fell out of a tree and hit him on the head. I still can't believe they left him in charge of my project." Michael was curious now, seeing some obvious friction surfacing, but he still wasn't any closer to figuring out why he was here. Perhaps the answer laid in finding out why the others were here. "What's your project?" Michael asked in what he hoped was a casual enough voice. "I'm not sure I can tell you- what was your name again?" "Sorry, Mr. Killion, I'm a communication specialist working on the Farsight project." Michael was a bit surprised that she didn't know who he was, but the General did, and they were all in the same meeting. "I won't push about your project, but if you are going to talk about it here, I'll find out eventually," he finished. Michael could see Dr. Bardosa mentally chewing on the information, trying to make a decision. She began to flick her thumb against her index finger in apparent agitation. She seemed to come to a conclusion, turning fully towards Michael, "The Farsight project, that's the project on dealing with the time dilation effects over stellar distances, right?" she asked. "Yeah, pretty much." Michael had to admit he was impressed that she knew even that much. Most people never even heard of the project, or what the goals of it were. It always surprised him at people's ignorance on the subject given the very real possibility of their people becoming a multiple planet species. "Alright Mr. Killion, I'll tell you what my project is. I'll even tell you what these other people are doing here. I think you'll figure it out by the end." Michael then listened as Dr. Bardosa explained the workings of her grava-metric space needle, and how it was capable of pinpointing the entrance and exit points of stabilized hyper-tunnels. She pointed out that Dr. Hunter, was responsible for the underlying mathematics that allowed for her device to function, and for them to even detect the hyper-tunnels. She had to explain twice to him how the hyper-tunnels were like short-cuts in space to cover vast inter-stellar distances. Michael started putting it together, so jumped in. "So then Captain Maddox will be doing more than proving the engines on Far Star," he said proudly. "Exactly. We all will." She said, her voice flat and dead. "What do you mean we all will? Certainly you don't mean me." Michael replied uncertainty in his voice. His stomach felt like someone had kicked it. Before Dr. Bardosa could reply, a man in a dark suit entered the room, "All rise for his and her lordship and ruler of the civilized world, Emperor Augustine Trillian and his wife Catharine," he bellowed. Immediately the room fell silent, as everyone stood and politely bowed as the Emperor and his wife took their seats at the end of the table. The Emperor waited patiently as all took their seats, the men in dark suits disappearing into the corner recess of the room. Augustine let his gaze linger across the assembled people, letting a small smile creep across his face. "Ladies and gentlemen. I have word that the ship Far Star is nearly ready for her maiden voyage. My only question is, are all of you?" Michael's stomach dropped, and he felt like he was going to be sick. Martha was not going to be happy when he got home. To be continued... |
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So am I teasing you enough? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif
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Awwww Hell! Is he in for it! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif
Very Good Chapter as usual, i like your style of writing! I enjoyed reading this, as i bet everyone else will! Great Writing! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif I know it's pretty soon but i decided to rate you 5 stars, this is an amazingly good story! [ June 21, 2003, 11:14: Message edited by: Senator Raging Deadstar ] |
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Ok Clark, I'm going to have to hurt you if you keep addicting me to this story. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon8.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif
But great two chapters, my friend. I like your style of writing and you are developing your characters greatly. Keep it up! |
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Very, very good. I've payed good money for books not half this good. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif
Sure you hasn't done this before ? My $ 0.02 With the quality you got here, its almost a pity to totally lock yourself into following a single game. It may be better to let the story progress a little more freely (but still within the SEIV universe). |
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Thank you all for the praise, it is encouraging to say the least. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif
I must say that I feel my story here has a long way to go to compare to many of the other stories I have seen here. I've never done any writing in the sci-fi genere- I've done a few short stories, but nothing like this. Ragnarock, Erax, and (I'm sorry, I can't find the thread to remind me of the authors name) the Remeorhaz story are models for what I am doing. So anything you see here is becuase of THEIR effort. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif I've been playing a few turns ahead, and I am still waiting to to get to the point where they go through the warp point. after that, I should be able to add some "thrills and spills" to the story line! I am finding I play more conservativly this way, mainly becuase I have a ship full of people I am now invested in. How about you? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif I should have an update (through the warp point) on Monday sometime... saty tuned. |
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A good read...
A good story... A good beginning... Good Job |
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sachmo is the author of Remorhaz
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