OT: Hell is For Heroes.

[narf poit chez BOOM]

Ah, the similiar physique was simply a coincedence. And the sunglasses. And the trenchcoat.

Good luck with your vacation.

[Puke]

AgentZero said:
/me needs to stop blowing stuff up & killing people so I get more eloquent responses than wheee! Not that I don't appreciate wheee!

maybe i should have used more e's. at least im not the one comparing characters to movies, this time.

im waiting to see how everything comes together. there seem to be a couple of seperate plot threads that are about to converge into something cataclysmic. if thats the right idea, then its a very nice buildup.

if thats not the idea, then its good misdirection for suspense building. or maybe im just dense.

[narf poit chez BOOM]

Ah, don't mind me. Complete originality is nearly impossible.

[AgentZero]

narf poit chez BOOM said:
Ah, the similiar physique was simply a coincedence. And the sunglasses. And the trenchcoat.

Good luck with your vacation.

Hey, my sister has a computer with internet access. Who knew? I guess 'poor' is a relative term. And yep, the sunglasses & trenchcoat are mere conincidence. Don't think I mentioned anything about Fourteen's physique, but in my mind's eye he's a bit too skinny for a Morpheus. More like a bald Neo, if one must draw a comparison. Although it's not going to matter very much soon...

[AgentZero]

As I was saying....


It took another seven hours of travel before they reached the jump beacon for the Victoria System, and Alice brought them smoothly in line with the Perth Nine beacon before executing a perfect null-space transit back into normal space. Twelve seconds after they made transit, the Daedalus rocked violently.
“Not my fault!” Alice cried.
“I know,” Kagan growled. “Someone’s shooting at us.”
“Oh, frack,” she replied dejectedly. “Control is yours.”
Kagan slid his hands over the control panel that moved smoothly into place as Alice transferred ship control over to him. The tactical plot showed a small, destroyer-class ship right behind them. From its approach vector, it must have exited null-space along with him. In fact, he realized grimly, it’d probably been shadowing them all the way from Kolis Station. The ship rocked again and this time the sound of rattling deck plates was accompanied by the friendly chirp of an incoming transmission. The com screen came to life at Kagan’s command to reveal the smug face of Fourteen staring back at him.
“Now, Mr. Kagan,” he said, an almost undetectable hint of rage colouring his tone. “I’m giving you one last chance to play nice. If you do not cut your speed, drop your shields and turn the girl over to me, I am perfectly willing to cut my loses and blow you out of the sky.”
“Now, now, Mr. Fourteen,” Kagan replied in exactly the same tone, but humour rather than rage coloured his tone. “I’m sure even if your instructions aren’t particular to whether dead or alive, they do at least want her in more or less one piece. I’m sure your superiors would be none too pleased if you blew your objective into tiny little pieces.”
“Actually, Mr. Kagan,” Fourteen replied tersely. “My instructions do provide for such an act if it is deemed impossible to recover her by other means. And since you so handily dispatched my retrieval team, I really don’t have any other means.”
Kagan thought about this for a long moment, then finally nodded slowly. “Alright,” he said. “Coming about and cutting engines.”
“No!” Alice shouted jumping out of her chair. “I won’t-“
“Quiet!” Kagan snapped at her. “Sit back down!”
He’d never raised his voice to her before and the shock of it hit her like a blow and she dropped back into her seat in surprise. She opened her mouth to protest again, but closed it resignedly when she recognized the expression on Kagan’s face.
“Velocity at zero, Perth Nine relative,” he informed Fourteen. “Preparing to cycle down shield layers.”
“Good, Mr. Kagan,” the other replied. “I must say you are very lucky that I’m a patient man. Most men in my position wouldn’t have given you a second chance.”
“Aye, Mr. Fourteen,” Kagan agreed. “You are indeed a patient man, and I very much appreciate that patience.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kagan,” Fourteen replied, not noticing the dangerous edge in Kagan’s voice.
“I, on the other hand, am not a patient man,” the Eireannman continued and the dangerous edge was now very obvious. “And I ran out of patience for playing nice a long time ago!” He slammed his hand down on a control lever, and the bridge suddenly filled with noise. First the high pitch whine of backup power plants coming online, then almost simultaneously the clunk of some large things detaching from the hull. This was swiftly followed by the suffering moan of hydraulics being forced to work at higher than normal speed, which was ended by the clang of some large things locking into place. No sooner had silence begun to settle on the bridge of the Daedalus than it was interrupted by a new noise, this time a screeching noise from the com system as Fourteen’s ship reacted noisily to the targeting scanners that were suddenly sweeping it. He looked out at Kagan with an expression of shock, his face bathed in red emergency lights.
“Surprise,” Kagan grinned evilly.
“There was nothing in the brief about this,” Fourteen mumbled softly.
“Fourteen,” Kagan said in an almost friendly tone. “Git te hell outta me sky.”
He depressed a single button, and eight military grade beam cannons fired as one, all but obliterating Fourteen and his ship from existence. “Now then, my love,” Kagan continued. “Would you be a dear and plot a best-time course for Perth Nine?”
“Yessir, right away, sir,” she replied merrily, and responding to her nimble fingers, the Daedalus swung back around and accelerated towards the Perth Nine shipping station.

I know, kinda a short installment this time, but it's more finishing off the last installment than starting a new one. I only really have time to write when my sister's in a class, which is only an hour at a time, hence I can't be sure when the next installment will be ready.

[narf poit chez BOOM]

...Do all private vessels in this universe regularly carry military weapons?

Cool.

[Puke]

whe--*cough* ah, and you were threatening to cut short the portions of "blam"

good to see that you're still lighting their ducks on fire - but we do want to see what the stooorey is about, too.

[AgentZero]

narf poit chez BOOM said:
...Do all private vessels in this universe regularly carry military weapons?

Cool.

Um, no, not as a rule. But Kagan and O'Shea are kinda exceptions to that rule. War heroes and all that.

Puke said:
whe--*cough* ah, and you were threatening to cut short the portions of "blam"

good to see that you're still lighting their ducks on fire - but we do want to see what the stooorey is about, too.

Yeah, but I like blam, dammit! But don't worry, all will be revealed in time.

[dogscoff]

...Do all private vessels in this universe regularly carry military weapons?

Wouldn't be much of a story if they didn't:

(With apologies to AZ)

The Defiant was a decommissioned Revolution-class destroyer, and as such it was completely unarmed, its once-fearsome weaponry now safely retired to a dusty shelf in some military spaceyard. Even the Komsa-class reconnaissance destroyer’s sensor suite he'd wanted, and which would have fitted perfectly into his hull, had been denied him by the law that forbade military-grade hardware being installed into civilian craft. Which is why his ship was beeping at long after it was too late to do anything about the light cruiser and two corvettes bearing down on him on a direct intercept course. O’Shea sat and watched the three blips moving steadily closer to him, though any ship moving on a course that direct and at that speed didn’t leave much to the imagination as to their intentions. A stripped-down Revolution-class like his, now employed as a cargo-laden courier ship made tempting target for pirates, and the three ships heading towards him seemed to be following the standard (and successful) tactics for capturing a speedy prey.

From his readouts, it was readily apparent to O’Shea that the three ships barreling towards him had already built up enough speed to overtake him well before he reached the nearest jump-node, even if the pirates hadn’t been in between him and said node. Seconds later, his com-screen beeped and the words

Cut your engines and drop your shields

appeared on the screen. No voice, no visual, and completely lacking in piratiness, O’Shea reflected. No ‘Arrrr!’ and not even the essential ‘Prepare to be boarded.’
"Please don't shoot," He squealed into the comm, "I'm unarmed." Long seconds dripped from the viewscreen as he awaited the reply. Suddenly, his sensors told him that the pirates had cut their acceleration, and a new message appeared on his screen:
"Actually, so are we."
"Phew!" Thought O’Shea, and returned to his pint.

[JAFisher44]

LOL, I believe the above is an exerpt from "Hell is for People", a re-envisioning of the AZ classic "Hell is for Heroes" toned down for the excitement intollerant.