(I don't normally do this, but with the potential FSD-boost jump ranges from neutron stars and white dwarfs in 2.2, I thought I'd write a little scene inspired by those mechanics. Comments and even constructive criticism welcome!)
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"Commander, Your return is much sooner than expected." The Colonia trade coordinator sat across from me, bewildered. The florescent lights above flickered with a dry buzz, and the room smelt slightly stale."In this brand new frontier, that gives reason for suspicion, is all."
The hull bucked. My face planted against the bridge console before slamming back into the seat. With my aching head pressed back against the buffer, I strained look at the view-port. Outside, Radiation particles shot over the hull at near-lightspeed, "I'm in!" I shouted.
I smiled, "Really? I thought you'd be grateful." I tested the cuffs which chained me to the rather uncomfortable seat my Colonia hosts had so graciously provided me with. They rattled. The lights buzzed and flickered.
The ship shook and groaned at the strain of the neutron jet. My anaconda started to tumble end-over-end and lightspeed. The FSD howled, and the impact of millions of radioactive things made of star-stuff sounded like planetside rain. I wrestled with the stick, trying to get the bearing of my Anaconda under control.
The Colonia lawman replied, "We're not grateful to pirates!" He sneered and loomed over the cold-cast table separating us, "The only way to deliver the cargo that fast is to pirate an incoming ship! And the Mossflower, a supply vessel was scheduled to arrive two weeks ago, only for you to show up in their stead!" For a brief moment, I wished the table between us was bigger.
The stars blurred into long streaks. My stomach churned and twisted. I saw the hull start to bow and bend to the sheer magnitude the cosmic forces, bending my ship like a child's modeling clay. A diapason of discordant noise--the FSD's howl, the hull's creaking spine, my screams crescendoed into a blur of terrifying sound. Then quiet. Miraculously, I had been launched clear of the stream. I breathed a sign of relief. The bridge-lights flickered. A new indicator blinked on the nav panel. It read:
FSD SUPERCHARGED
The Colonia uniform really had it in for me as he yelled from across the table at no good pirates, and the out-of-touch pilot's federation and a many number of curses which I didn't care to pay attention too. He was interrupted by a call over his comm. He swiftly exited the interrogation room and took the call outside. Still, I could hear bits and pieces.
"The Mossflower. . .a full hold. . . then what was. . .I see."
The officer, as gracefully as he could, stepped back into the room, unlocked my handcuffs, and asked, "How? How are you here so fast?"
"Well," I replied, "It's like you said. . ."
Relieved and exhilarated, I opened the galmap and plotted a jump which was measured in the hundreds of lightyears, "It's a brand new frontier!"
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"Commander, Your return is much sooner than expected." The Colonia trade coordinator sat across from me, bewildered. The florescent lights above flickered with a dry buzz, and the room smelt slightly stale."In this brand new frontier, that gives reason for suspicion, is all."
The hull bucked. My face planted against the bridge console before slamming back into the seat. With my aching head pressed back against the buffer, I strained look at the view-port. Outside, Radiation particles shot over the hull at near-lightspeed, "I'm in!" I shouted.
I smiled, "Really? I thought you'd be grateful." I tested the cuffs which chained me to the rather uncomfortable seat my Colonia hosts had so graciously provided me with. They rattled. The lights buzzed and flickered.
The ship shook and groaned at the strain of the neutron jet. My anaconda started to tumble end-over-end and lightspeed. The FSD howled, and the impact of millions of radioactive things made of star-stuff sounded like planetside rain. I wrestled with the stick, trying to get the bearing of my Anaconda under control.
The Colonia lawman replied, "We're not grateful to pirates!" He sneered and loomed over the cold-cast table separating us, "The only way to deliver the cargo that fast is to pirate an incoming ship! And the Mossflower, a supply vessel was scheduled to arrive two weeks ago, only for you to show up in their stead!" For a brief moment, I wished the table between us was bigger.
The stars blurred into long streaks. My stomach churned and twisted. I saw the hull start to bow and bend to the sheer magnitude the cosmic forces, bending my ship like a child's modeling clay. A diapason of discordant noise--the FSD's howl, the hull's creaking spine, my screams crescendoed into a blur of terrifying sound. Then quiet. Miraculously, I had been launched clear of the stream. I breathed a sign of relief. The bridge-lights flickered. A new indicator blinked on the nav panel. It read:
FSD SUPERCHARGED
The Colonia uniform really had it in for me as he yelled from across the table at no good pirates, and the out-of-touch pilot's federation and a many number of curses which I didn't care to pay attention too. He was interrupted by a call over his comm. He swiftly exited the interrogation room and took the call outside. Still, I could hear bits and pieces.
"The Mossflower. . .a full hold. . . then what was. . .I see."
The officer, as gracefully as he could, stepped back into the room, unlocked my handcuffs, and asked, "How? How are you here so fast?"
"Well," I replied, "It's like you said. . ."
Relieved and exhilarated, I opened the galmap and plotted a jump which was measured in the hundreds of lightyears, "It's a brand new frontier!"