Origins of Miss Martian & Happy ever after 2.0
Origins of Miss Martian
I had perfectly normal childhood with my parents and younger brother, we lived on Mars and led a happy life. When I was older I met a man who I fell in love with, my parents were far from happy as he much older than me and he was a wanted imperial bounty hunter who was hiding in the system. He gave me a choice, to go with him or stay. So what did I do? I ran away with him and lived the dream.
He taught me how to love, fight and fly; everything that a 20-year-old needs to know in life. Psycho Penguin and Miss Martian blasting a trail across the Galaxy, it was everything I ever wanted. Unfortunately dreams come to an end... and five years later it did.
I was sat in the dock alone watching him fly off in his Vulture, I tried hailing him but all I got was “I’m sorry this isn’t working”; my entire future, my happy ever after gone in an instant.
I promised myself that if it took forever I would wait, for a thousand summers I would wait for him… And so I waited: hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Every time a Vulture entered the system I hoped, I wanted it to be him. I tried to figure out what had I done wrong? I never said no to him, anything he wanted I gave him no matter how crazy his request. I was a Federation girl abandoned in Empire space, the other pilots figured I was fair game as I was no longer protected; so I did the only thing I could do which was to fight. They chased me in their Vultures, at first I fought to protect myself and I felt racked with guilt with every ship I destroyed but then I started enjoying it. Killing things, killing Vultures, made the pain go away. I actively hunted down their pilots, clean or wanted it didn’t matter to me; after all it’s only treacherous scumbags that fly those vile things. I was eventually forced out of Gende; I went from the innocent Federation girl to a monster. I hated what I had become and I hated the cold and emptiness of space.
My ship and I went from system to system finding work wherever we could, after a few weeks I figured I'd look through Galnet and see if I could find a permanent home. One caught my eye "security services needed in Yembo", the pay wasn't great and it was hundreds of lightyears from my location but at least I could start anew.
After a long and arduous journey, I was welcomed with open arms. I was shocked by how nice everyone was; they didn’t hurl abuse if I accidentally dinged their ship, they didn’t mock me relentlessly when I did something wrong, they actually looked after me. During my time in Yembo I did everything I could do to repay their kindness: I ran headfirst in their civil war assisting to take out Capital Ships, providing escorts to the miners/traders and ensuring the safety of the inhabitants. In return I was given my own place within Naddoddur Terminal, taught how to land without a docking computer, taught how to mine and I even did Buggy Racing! I had made friends who understood my heartache; when bounty hunting they highlighted the Vultures and let me go on my rampage whilst making sure I stay alive. For the first time in what felt like an eternity I was truly happy.
My loyalty isn't to the Alliance, Federation, or even the Empire; but to the friends who fight alongside me. To hell and back will I stay with those who gave me a home when I needed it most.
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Happy ever after 2.0
*20 minutes of life support remaining*
"Thank you so damn much", I yelled back at the ship’s computer.
No, there's no use in yelling at her, it's my damn fault we're in this mess not my ship.
Bingo fuel and floating in the nothingness that surrounded my ship. Ice was starting to build up in the bridge and my breath was now steam.
Who knows I might freeze to death before suffocating
... It's felt like only yesterday that I arrived in Yembo broken and empty, I couldn’t believe how well the Elysium Corps glued me back together, I might have a few jagged edges but I was closer at being normal, closer to being like everyone else. I’ve always had a habit of ruining everything I touch so it was only a matter of time before the faction started to fall apart. Prior to its total collapse I managed to secure another job with the Teamsters Logistics Corporation as manager of the Security and Bounty Hunting divisions. I wasn’t the best pilot due to my tendencies to crash often but I they didn’t have much choice as the faction was still quite small. The pilots there were fantastic; they encouraged my “issue with vultures” and looked after me to the best of their ability. I’ve got a Scotsman who can handle me and gives as good as he gets, hopefully I won't break him like everything else I touch...
*15 minutes of life support remaining*...
How did I get in this mess? Oh yeah I got cocky and thought I could do anything. Elite in combat means all, just means I need to find a new hobby, maybe mining? Urgh, the dust gets everywhere and besides I don't think I could pull off a jump suit. Or how about exploration? I don't like flying and don't know the first thing about it; maybe if I did then I wouldn't be in this mess. Could try trading but again I hate flying and I'd be twiddling my thumbs bored out of my brain. I enjoy shooting at things, watching their ship go boom....
*10 minutes of life support remaining*
I needed to stop panicking, I needed to think of happy thought to calm myself down. Too many to think of... Killing Vultures, bumper ships, exploring with my friends and living on the Python.
Wait did I feed the duck today? Maybe, possibly, no. Oops.
The excursion trip with my friends, that was fun and that’s a happy thought. Eskimo Nebula, combining the black hole with the outlying nebula it made a lovely spot to take some photos. The next stop Hip 38064 planet 2 was where things went wrong. All we wanted was to see the largest crater found so far, 100 Km deep. The gravity was high almost 2g, Demetrios crashed his ship within the crater and Nelson crashed his in front of me.
Wait, no bad thoughts, just relax.
Demetrios decided to come back out and join us at the next checkpoint whereas Nelson decided to stay at home and wait for me there. VY Canis Majoris is something else, words can't really describe how big it is, and you need to see it to understand. Coming back to those multi-cannons... A mission target Fer-De-Lance appeared in system, I didn't seem so crazy for bringing weapons when I blew him to smithereens...
*5 minutes of life support remaining*...
Could I have done things differently? Yes, no, maybe. Since I joined the Teamsters everything has gone right for me, you could say I was reborn, urgh that sounds cliché. I have everything I could ever have wanted, a family. An awesome family that grows each day and supports each other, you could say I found my happy every ever 2.0... Probably too early to say but so far so good...
*3 minutes of life support remaining*...
A blue flash and then a white ship came into view. It looked at me head on and gently nudged my ship, I waved the ice cold champagne bottle and muttered to myself.
"A gentleman never keeps his lady waiting"...
Origins of Miss Martian
I had perfectly normal childhood with my parents and younger brother, we lived on Mars and led a happy life. When I was older I met a man who I fell in love with, my parents were far from happy as he much older than me and he was a wanted imperial bounty hunter who was hiding in the system. He gave me a choice, to go with him or stay. So what did I do? I ran away with him and lived the dream.
He taught me how to love, fight and fly; everything that a 20-year-old needs to know in life. Psycho Penguin and Miss Martian blasting a trail across the Galaxy, it was everything I ever wanted. Unfortunately dreams come to an end... and five years later it did.
I was sat in the dock alone watching him fly off in his Vulture, I tried hailing him but all I got was “I’m sorry this isn’t working”; my entire future, my happy ever after gone in an instant.
I promised myself that if it took forever I would wait, for a thousand summers I would wait for him… And so I waited: hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Every time a Vulture entered the system I hoped, I wanted it to be him. I tried to figure out what had I done wrong? I never said no to him, anything he wanted I gave him no matter how crazy his request. I was a Federation girl abandoned in Empire space, the other pilots figured I was fair game as I was no longer protected; so I did the only thing I could do which was to fight. They chased me in their Vultures, at first I fought to protect myself and I felt racked with guilt with every ship I destroyed but then I started enjoying it. Killing things, killing Vultures, made the pain go away. I actively hunted down their pilots, clean or wanted it didn’t matter to me; after all it’s only treacherous scumbags that fly those vile things. I was eventually forced out of Gende; I went from the innocent Federation girl to a monster. I hated what I had become and I hated the cold and emptiness of space.
My ship and I went from system to system finding work wherever we could, after a few weeks I figured I'd look through Galnet and see if I could find a permanent home. One caught my eye "security services needed in Yembo", the pay wasn't great and it was hundreds of lightyears from my location but at least I could start anew.
After a long and arduous journey, I was welcomed with open arms. I was shocked by how nice everyone was; they didn’t hurl abuse if I accidentally dinged their ship, they didn’t mock me relentlessly when I did something wrong, they actually looked after me. During my time in Yembo I did everything I could do to repay their kindness: I ran headfirst in their civil war assisting to take out Capital Ships, providing escorts to the miners/traders and ensuring the safety of the inhabitants. In return I was given my own place within Naddoddur Terminal, taught how to land without a docking computer, taught how to mine and I even did Buggy Racing! I had made friends who understood my heartache; when bounty hunting they highlighted the Vultures and let me go on my rampage whilst making sure I stay alive. For the first time in what felt like an eternity I was truly happy.
My loyalty isn't to the Alliance, Federation, or even the Empire; but to the friends who fight alongside me. To hell and back will I stay with those who gave me a home when I needed it most.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Happy ever after 2.0
*20 minutes of life support remaining*
"Thank you so damn much", I yelled back at the ship’s computer.
No, there's no use in yelling at her, it's my damn fault we're in this mess not my ship.
Bingo fuel and floating in the nothingness that surrounded my ship. Ice was starting to build up in the bridge and my breath was now steam.
Who knows I might freeze to death before suffocating
... It's felt like only yesterday that I arrived in Yembo broken and empty, I couldn’t believe how well the Elysium Corps glued me back together, I might have a few jagged edges but I was closer at being normal, closer to being like everyone else. I’ve always had a habit of ruining everything I touch so it was only a matter of time before the faction started to fall apart. Prior to its total collapse I managed to secure another job with the Teamsters Logistics Corporation as manager of the Security and Bounty Hunting divisions. I wasn’t the best pilot due to my tendencies to crash often but I they didn’t have much choice as the faction was still quite small. The pilots there were fantastic; they encouraged my “issue with vultures” and looked after me to the best of their ability. I’ve got a Scotsman who can handle me and gives as good as he gets, hopefully I won't break him like everything else I touch...
*15 minutes of life support remaining*...
How did I get in this mess? Oh yeah I got cocky and thought I could do anything. Elite in combat means all, just means I need to find a new hobby, maybe mining? Urgh, the dust gets everywhere and besides I don't think I could pull off a jump suit. Or how about exploration? I don't like flying and don't know the first thing about it; maybe if I did then I wouldn't be in this mess. Could try trading but again I hate flying and I'd be twiddling my thumbs bored out of my brain. I enjoy shooting at things, watching their ship go boom....
*10 minutes of life support remaining*
I needed to stop panicking, I needed to think of happy thought to calm myself down. Too many to think of... Killing Vultures, bumper ships, exploring with my friends and living on the Python.
Wait did I feed the duck today? Maybe, possibly, no. Oops.
The excursion trip with my friends, that was fun and that’s a happy thought. Eskimo Nebula, combining the black hole with the outlying nebula it made a lovely spot to take some photos. The next stop Hip 38064 planet 2 was where things went wrong. All we wanted was to see the largest crater found so far, 100 Km deep. The gravity was high almost 2g, Demetrios crashed his ship within the crater and Nelson crashed his in front of me.
Wait, no bad thoughts, just relax.
Demetrios decided to come back out and join us at the next checkpoint whereas Nelson decided to stay at home and wait for me there. VY Canis Majoris is something else, words can't really describe how big it is, and you need to see it to understand. Coming back to those multi-cannons... A mission target Fer-De-Lance appeared in system, I didn't seem so crazy for bringing weapons when I blew him to smithereens...
*5 minutes of life support remaining*...
Could I have done things differently? Yes, no, maybe. Since I joined the Teamsters everything has gone right for me, you could say I was reborn, urgh that sounds cliché. I have everything I could ever have wanted, a family. An awesome family that grows each day and supports each other, you could say I found my happy every ever 2.0... Probably too early to say but so far so good...
*3 minutes of life support remaining*...
A blue flash and then a white ship came into view. It looked at me head on and gently nudged my ship, I waved the ice cold champagne bottle and muttered to myself.
"A gentleman never keeps his lady waiting"...
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