The song in my head as I read the last bit:
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Unexpected Encounter
- Thread starter Becks
- Start date
Ria was bored to death.
She'd waited hours on the entry ramp and in the hangar of the ship for Rebecca to return. Countless times she walked up and down the entry ramp, searching for something mildly interesting to do. But all there was, was the forest, mossy ground and the screeches of something far away.
Sighing because she didn't found something interesting, she closed the door of the cabinet on the backwall of the hangar and walked to the next. She opened it and saw ... even more toolboxes and two books.
She pulled them out of their straps in the shelf and blew the dust of them.
"F-63 Condor. Pilot's manual.", she read out loud before she opened it up.
"The F-63 Condor is a federal space superiority fighter produced in the shipyards of Core Dynamics. It's speed and agility make it to ..."
Ria looked around, already bored. That had to be that huge covered something using most of the space in the hangar. She lifted the plane and looked underneath it. What she could see, hinted that it was the same model of a fighter as in the book.
The second book had the title: "Surface Reconnaissance Vehicle Scarab, a guide to driving".
Ria chuckled and thought: "No way! She can fly this huge spaceship, but she can't drive a car?" Then, she opened the book and started reading the first few pages, still chuckling.
A noise behind the covered fighter in the hangar startled her.
"Rebecca? Is that you?", she asked, putting the book back and walking around the Condor.
The person standing on the entry ramp was definitely not Rebecca. She wasn't as tall as Rebecca and, had not her athletic build, was way older and her whole body was covered from head to toe in a greenish mud, leaving a trail on the entry ramp. Her dark brown, almost blackish eyes were hollow and had a mean, slightly insane look. Those eyes focused now on Ria and she started grinning, as she slowly pulled an incredibly worn and rusty army knife from her lacerated, threadbare pilot’s suit. Ria noticed that some of the worse damages to the suit had been repaired with pieces of a strange woodlike material and brown fibres coming from it, as she followed the movement of the woman drawing her knife.
Then her brain realized the immediate danger she was in. Ria screamed, turned around and sprinted for the bulkhead a few meters behind her, which led into the main floor behind the hangar. As she frantically mashed the button to open it, she risked a look behind her and saw the woman running towards her, holding the knife in a backward position.
Driven by pure panic, she grabbed the long metal wrench strapped next to the bulkhead. Normally it was used to open the door, when the electronics didn't work, but with a length of almost 60 cms, it made a pretty good baton, too.
Ria grabbed it, turned around, aimed with a big swing for the woman and threw the wrench after her. The woman didn't expect a throw and had both her arms at head height ready to parry the downward blow she expected. She managed to deflect the wrench with her knife, but the momentum of the heavy tool made her stop for a moment.
Enough time for Ria to slip through the vertical gap between the two leafes bulkhead and run towards the next open bulkhead in the floor.
She only needed a few seconds to get there, but as she activated the console to close it, she saw the woman following her through the now-wider gap of the bulkhead.
Quickly, she hit the 'Close bulkhead'-button. Nothing happened. Instead, a warning message in a bright red window popped up:
"Warning. Bulkhead 33 malfunctioned. Please check the pressure release valves."
The woman was now through the bulkhead to the hangar and running towards her again.
Ria looked to the pressure release valve with the metal bar she'd used to close it before the reentry. She grabbed the bar and teared it down with all her might.
The woman jumped forwards, the arm with the knife stretched out towards Ria, as the valve with the bar moved down.
The bulkhead slammed down into its frame and the horrific noise of breaking bones and ripping flesh sounded through the hallway.
Turning her head away in horror, Ria stumbled backwards as the warm liquid splashed in her face. With closed eyes she fell down on her butt, while trying to wipe the thick, metallic smelling fluid out of her eyes.
As she opened them again, she sat in a huge puddle of blood. She looked over the blood scattered walls to the blood smeared bulkhead. The arm with the knife had managed it past the closed bulkhead but the shoulder, neck and head hadn't made it through the door. Ria started realizing what happened when a small white ball rolled between her legs. She took it, only to realize what she held in her hand. The eyeball of her persecutor. She let go of it immediately and felt how her stomach acid was slowly moving up her gullet, then she turned around and vomited on the floor. As she tried to get back on her feet again, a stinging pain shot through her side.
Ria looked down and saw a long cut in the side of her pilotssuit, where the knife of her persecutor managed it to reach her as she opened the valve. Blood poured out and she finally noticed that not all of the blood on the floor belonged to the corpse under the bulkhead.
She tried to get a better look onto the wound and screamed up in pain. The cut in her side was deep, long and bleeding like hell. Knowing that she wouldn't survive a wound like that without treatment, she pulled herself through the puddle of blood towards the elevator.
Her vision blacked out as she tried to reach the button for the second level of the ship.
The last thing she did before she lost her consciousness, was to say: "Ship, seal all bulkheads..." then her head fell down onto the hard, cold metal floor.
<OOC>
Same stuff as always
It's a bit shorter as usual, I'm very sorry
I need to watch X-Files someday, I've never seen a single episode in my life
Inara link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/9672
</OOC>
She'd waited hours on the entry ramp and in the hangar of the ship for Rebecca to return. Countless times she walked up and down the entry ramp, searching for something mildly interesting to do. But all there was, was the forest, mossy ground and the screeches of something far away.
Sighing because she didn't found something interesting, she closed the door of the cabinet on the backwall of the hangar and walked to the next. She opened it and saw ... even more toolboxes and two books.
She pulled them out of their straps in the shelf and blew the dust of them.
"F-63 Condor. Pilot's manual.", she read out loud before she opened it up.
"The F-63 Condor is a federal space superiority fighter produced in the shipyards of Core Dynamics. It's speed and agility make it to ..."
Ria looked around, already bored. That had to be that huge covered something using most of the space in the hangar. She lifted the plane and looked underneath it. What she could see, hinted that it was the same model of a fighter as in the book.
The second book had the title: "Surface Reconnaissance Vehicle Scarab, a guide to driving".
Ria chuckled and thought: "No way! She can fly this huge spaceship, but she can't drive a car?" Then, she opened the book and started reading the first few pages, still chuckling.
A noise behind the covered fighter in the hangar startled her.
"Rebecca? Is that you?", she asked, putting the book back and walking around the Condor.
The person standing on the entry ramp was definitely not Rebecca. She wasn't as tall as Rebecca and, had not her athletic build, was way older and her whole body was covered from head to toe in a greenish mud, leaving a trail on the entry ramp. Her dark brown, almost blackish eyes were hollow and had a mean, slightly insane look. Those eyes focused now on Ria and she started grinning, as she slowly pulled an incredibly worn and rusty army knife from her lacerated, threadbare pilot’s suit. Ria noticed that some of the worse damages to the suit had been repaired with pieces of a strange woodlike material and brown fibres coming from it, as she followed the movement of the woman drawing her knife.
Then her brain realized the immediate danger she was in. Ria screamed, turned around and sprinted for the bulkhead a few meters behind her, which led into the main floor behind the hangar. As she frantically mashed the button to open it, she risked a look behind her and saw the woman running towards her, holding the knife in a backward position.
Driven by pure panic, she grabbed the long metal wrench strapped next to the bulkhead. Normally it was used to open the door, when the electronics didn't work, but with a length of almost 60 cms, it made a pretty good baton, too.
Ria grabbed it, turned around, aimed with a big swing for the woman and threw the wrench after her. The woman didn't expect a throw and had both her arms at head height ready to parry the downward blow she expected. She managed to deflect the wrench with her knife, but the momentum of the heavy tool made her stop for a moment.
Enough time for Ria to slip through the vertical gap between the two leafes bulkhead and run towards the next open bulkhead in the floor.
She only needed a few seconds to get there, but as she activated the console to close it, she saw the woman following her through the now-wider gap of the bulkhead.
Quickly, she hit the 'Close bulkhead'-button. Nothing happened. Instead, a warning message in a bright red window popped up:
"Warning. Bulkhead 33 malfunctioned. Please check the pressure release valves."
The woman was now through the bulkhead to the hangar and running towards her again.
Ria looked to the pressure release valve with the metal bar she'd used to close it before the reentry. She grabbed the bar and teared it down with all her might.
The woman jumped forwards, the arm with the knife stretched out towards Ria, as the valve with the bar moved down.
The bulkhead slammed down into its frame and the horrific noise of breaking bones and ripping flesh sounded through the hallway.
Turning her head away in horror, Ria stumbled backwards as the warm liquid splashed in her face. With closed eyes she fell down on her butt, while trying to wipe the thick, metallic smelling fluid out of her eyes.
As she opened them again, she sat in a huge puddle of blood. She looked over the blood scattered walls to the blood smeared bulkhead. The arm with the knife had managed it past the closed bulkhead but the shoulder, neck and head hadn't made it through the door. Ria started realizing what happened when a small white ball rolled between her legs. She took it, only to realize what she held in her hand. The eyeball of her persecutor. She let go of it immediately and felt how her stomach acid was slowly moving up her gullet, then she turned around and vomited on the floor. As she tried to get back on her feet again, a stinging pain shot through her side.
Ria looked down and saw a long cut in the side of her pilotssuit, where the knife of her persecutor managed it to reach her as she opened the valve. Blood poured out and she finally noticed that not all of the blood on the floor belonged to the corpse under the bulkhead.
She tried to get a better look onto the wound and screamed up in pain. The cut in her side was deep, long and bleeding like hell. Knowing that she wouldn't survive a wound like that without treatment, she pulled herself through the puddle of blood towards the elevator.
Her vision blacked out as she tried to reach the button for the second level of the ship.
The last thing she did before she lost her consciousness, was to say: "Ship, seal all bulkheads..." then her head fell down onto the hard, cold metal floor.
<OOC>
Same stuff as always
It's a bit shorter as usual, I'm very sorry
I need to watch X-Files someday, I've never seen a single episode in my life
Inara link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/9672
</OOC>
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I look forward to this all the time
I need to watch X-Files someday, I've never seen a single episode in my life
:O
Just stop it, I feel old enough as it is.
Oh dear. The story just took a crushy, stabby turn!
Rebecca paused when she left the wreck of the Anaconda.
Something wasn't right.
With one hand on the pistol in her shoulder holster, she took another step forward, carefully paying attention to her surroundings, while she was trying to figure out what was going on.
The noises from the alien forest were still there and her eyes didn't notice any change in the scenery. Nevertheless, all of her instincts screamed like crazy.
She took a deep breath and there it was.
The smell had changed. There was one incredible familiar smell almost indiscernible through the oxygen mask and all the unfamiliar scents and fragrances of the alien forest.
Sweat.
Something cracked behind her, she drew her gun and shot around. The butt of a old rusty rifle hit the glass of her oxygen mask and shattered it. Instinctively she closed her eyes to protect them and lost her balance. She dropped the suitcase and tried to break her fall, but couldn't get her arm down fast enough. As she opened her eyes again, she saw a brown silhoutte standing over her. Then the rifle butt shot towards her again, her head bumped hard against a stone on the ground and the last thing Rebecca saw was a man's grim face before everything faded to black.
Rebecca woke up when someone hit her face hard. Her oxygen mask was ripped off and she coughed while inhaling the air of the alien world.
Blood ran from her lip, then a muddy hand grabbed her chin and pulled it upwards. She tried to move her arms, but they were tied behind her back.
Through the still blurry vision of her left eye she could see three silhouttes standing around her, while her right bionic eye displayed in big red text "Commander injured. Readying medical station". She blinked a few times until her vision was clearer.
Three men stand around her, all covered in mud. One held her rifle, the other men had taken her pistol and knives. A fourth man and a woman tried to open the silver suitcase she dropped, while some more looked over the container under the front cargo hatch of the Dark Runner. Behind them around the ship were some more men and women. Rebecca tried to count them, but the grip around her jaw only strengthened and forced her to look into the face of the man in front of her. His face was old and wrinkled, but his eyes were clear surprisingly clear.
"Who sent you?", he asked with a voice cold enough to freeze a lake.
"Nobod-", her answer was interrupted as another hard punch hit her head and blood started running from her nose.
"Don't lie. We noticed the last ship. We tried to make them notice us, but then the s just ignited their afterburners and jumped away. I'll ask again. Who sent you?"
"I'm an independent exp-", she said, then the man lifted her own rifle and hit it against her head. Again her vision turned blurry and the message in her right eye popped up. Instinctively she moved her fingers towards her PSA and deleted the notification. Then she realized that they'd not taken her PSA off. Apparently they thought it was a part of her armour.
The man lost his patience, grabbed his rusty knife and held it in front of her face.
"One more bull answer and I'll cut a finger of your hand.", he hissed into her face, then he asked again.
Rebecca looked into his eyes and even though her hands were artificial, she gave in.
"The ... Federation sent me.", she faltered for a moment as her hand tried to feel for the right buttons on the PSA.
"Who exactly?"
She found the button for activating the menu and pressed it slowly.
"Federal Secret Service."
The man looked straight at her, clearly thinking about his next question. His face didn't show the slightest movement.
"What's your task?"
"Searching the wreck, located by the last ship. Recovering any useful materials."
"What have you found?"
"Nothing."
"That's a pretty good locked case for nothing."
Rebecca remained silent. Steps could be heard inside the wreckage, then a man stepped out of it, looked at the man holding Rebeccas rifle and started speaking with a unusual rough voice.
"Sir, the container is open and empty.", he stated while he eyed Rebecca from head to toe. She glanced back at him and noticed a large scar on his neck, barely visible under his big scruffy beard.
"Give me the suitcase.", the leader ordered, then he turned back to his prisoner. "Do you even have the slightest idea what you're trying to steal?"
His sudden turn to her startled Rebecca and she pressed a random button behind her back, making the PSA navigate her into a completely irrelevant submenu.
"Hell no. I bet it's some biological weaponry , which makes you puke your lung out or so.", she answered, while trying to hide her frustration.
"You know nothing about all this, do you?", a smile appeared on his old wrinkled face.
"I know that you're from INRA, I know that this all is part of 'Operation Aftermath' and I know that you're an A-grade ole. Your bosses probably too, whoever they are.", she spew out.
His smile froze. Rebecca tried to maintain eyecontact while she navigate back through the menu with the buttons she could reach.
"AND I know that this is probably supposed to kill hundred thousands of humans in the worst way possible, if they your bosses off."
"Makes little sense carrying it fifty thousand light years into a sector completely free of humans then, does it?", he shook his head and began to smile again. Rebecca reached the right menu and navigated until she found the option she'd searched for. Another press and the picture transmitted into her right eye asked for confirmation. Then the old wrinkled leader started talking again, while his comrades, just stood a bit afar silently judging her.
"Operation Aftermath is humanity’s vengeance, not its demise."
Rebecca looked up, the confirmation still blocking large parts of the vision of her right eye, and made eye contact with the clueless man in front of her.
"Vengeance?", she asked a bit surprised.
"For the original enemy of INRA. The one enemy strong enough to make the greedy corporatists of the Federation and the hypocrites of the Empire work together."
She looked at the silver suitcase.
"Don't tell me that that's ..."
"Exactly, little federal agent. You'll get a point."
"And why are you telling this to me?"
"Now I have some more questions. First: What's in that container over there? Second: Where's your ships keycard? Third: What were you doing all this time behind your back?" He looked at her even more surprised face now. "Yes, of course I've noticed how you wiggle with your fingers. I'm old, not dumb.", his two companions lifted their rifle and pistol and held them towards her.
Rebecca hesitated a bit, before she answered, while the PSA still waited for the confirmation. She watched for a few seconds how one of the men kicked against the container and another walked down the hangar ramp holding a heavy wrench. She started grinning a bit.
"Well, that container is a bomb. A fusion bomb, to be precise. So your comrade or whatever probably shouldn't hit it with that wrench too often."
Now it was the old mans turn to look seriously surprised. Then he turned around and ordered his men to stay away from the container.
"I don't have a key card for my ship. Only my voice and DNA can activate it."
"And what have you done behind your back?"
Rebecca started grinning and pressed the main button on the PSA again and the confirmation was exchanged with a countdown.
00:01:13
She kept silent for a few seconds.
"You see, the report about this crashsite said there were no survivors."
00:01:04
"So I signed kill orders for you and your crew."
<OOC>
I need a bit longer with the parts now since exams come up and I'm all busy atm
I still hope you enjoy it.
[Usual blabla]
Also thanks to M. Lehman and Selnus, who helped me spellchecking and gave me their opinions.
Inara link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/10032
</OOC>
Something wasn't right.
With one hand on the pistol in her shoulder holster, she took another step forward, carefully paying attention to her surroundings, while she was trying to figure out what was going on.
The noises from the alien forest were still there and her eyes didn't notice any change in the scenery. Nevertheless, all of her instincts screamed like crazy.
She took a deep breath and there it was.
The smell had changed. There was one incredible familiar smell almost indiscernible through the oxygen mask and all the unfamiliar scents and fragrances of the alien forest.
Sweat.
Something cracked behind her, she drew her gun and shot around. The butt of a old rusty rifle hit the glass of her oxygen mask and shattered it. Instinctively she closed her eyes to protect them and lost her balance. She dropped the suitcase and tried to break her fall, but couldn't get her arm down fast enough. As she opened her eyes again, she saw a brown silhoutte standing over her. Then the rifle butt shot towards her again, her head bumped hard against a stone on the ground and the last thing Rebecca saw was a man's grim face before everything faded to black.
Rebecca woke up when someone hit her face hard. Her oxygen mask was ripped off and she coughed while inhaling the air of the alien world.
Blood ran from her lip, then a muddy hand grabbed her chin and pulled it upwards. She tried to move her arms, but they were tied behind her back.
Through the still blurry vision of her left eye she could see three silhouttes standing around her, while her right bionic eye displayed in big red text "Commander injured. Readying medical station". She blinked a few times until her vision was clearer.
Three men stand around her, all covered in mud. One held her rifle, the other men had taken her pistol and knives. A fourth man and a woman tried to open the silver suitcase she dropped, while some more looked over the container under the front cargo hatch of the Dark Runner. Behind them around the ship were some more men and women. Rebecca tried to count them, but the grip around her jaw only strengthened and forced her to look into the face of the man in front of her. His face was old and wrinkled, but his eyes were clear surprisingly clear.
"Who sent you?", he asked with a voice cold enough to freeze a lake.
"Nobod-", her answer was interrupted as another hard punch hit her head and blood started running from her nose.
"Don't lie. We noticed the last ship. We tried to make them notice us, but then the s just ignited their afterburners and jumped away. I'll ask again. Who sent you?"
"I'm an independent exp-", she said, then the man lifted her own rifle and hit it against her head. Again her vision turned blurry and the message in her right eye popped up. Instinctively she moved her fingers towards her PSA and deleted the notification. Then she realized that they'd not taken her PSA off. Apparently they thought it was a part of her armour.
The man lost his patience, grabbed his rusty knife and held it in front of her face.
"One more bull answer and I'll cut a finger of your hand.", he hissed into her face, then he asked again.
Rebecca looked into his eyes and even though her hands were artificial, she gave in.
"The ... Federation sent me.", she faltered for a moment as her hand tried to feel for the right buttons on the PSA.
"Who exactly?"
She found the button for activating the menu and pressed it slowly.
"Federal Secret Service."
The man looked straight at her, clearly thinking about his next question. His face didn't show the slightest movement.
"What's your task?"
"Searching the wreck, located by the last ship. Recovering any useful materials."
"What have you found?"
"Nothing."
"That's a pretty good locked case for nothing."
Rebecca remained silent. Steps could be heard inside the wreckage, then a man stepped out of it, looked at the man holding Rebeccas rifle and started speaking with a unusual rough voice.
"Sir, the container is open and empty.", he stated while he eyed Rebecca from head to toe. She glanced back at him and noticed a large scar on his neck, barely visible under his big scruffy beard.
"Give me the suitcase.", the leader ordered, then he turned back to his prisoner. "Do you even have the slightest idea what you're trying to steal?"
His sudden turn to her startled Rebecca and she pressed a random button behind her back, making the PSA navigate her into a completely irrelevant submenu.
"Hell no. I bet it's some biological weaponry , which makes you puke your lung out or so.", she answered, while trying to hide her frustration.
"You know nothing about all this, do you?", a smile appeared on his old wrinkled face.
"I know that you're from INRA, I know that this all is part of 'Operation Aftermath' and I know that you're an A-grade ole. Your bosses probably too, whoever they are.", she spew out.
His smile froze. Rebecca tried to maintain eyecontact while she navigate back through the menu with the buttons she could reach.
"AND I know that this is probably supposed to kill hundred thousands of humans in the worst way possible, if they your bosses off."
"Makes little sense carrying it fifty thousand light years into a sector completely free of humans then, does it?", he shook his head and began to smile again. Rebecca reached the right menu and navigated until she found the option she'd searched for. Another press and the picture transmitted into her right eye asked for confirmation. Then the old wrinkled leader started talking again, while his comrades, just stood a bit afar silently judging her.
"Operation Aftermath is humanity’s vengeance, not its demise."
Rebecca looked up, the confirmation still blocking large parts of the vision of her right eye, and made eye contact with the clueless man in front of her.
"Vengeance?", she asked a bit surprised.
"For the original enemy of INRA. The one enemy strong enough to make the greedy corporatists of the Federation and the hypocrites of the Empire work together."
She looked at the silver suitcase.
"Don't tell me that that's ..."
"Exactly, little federal agent. You'll get a point."
"And why are you telling this to me?"
"Now I have some more questions. First: What's in that container over there? Second: Where's your ships keycard? Third: What were you doing all this time behind your back?" He looked at her even more surprised face now. "Yes, of course I've noticed how you wiggle with your fingers. I'm old, not dumb.", his two companions lifted their rifle and pistol and held them towards her.
Rebecca hesitated a bit, before she answered, while the PSA still waited for the confirmation. She watched for a few seconds how one of the men kicked against the container and another walked down the hangar ramp holding a heavy wrench. She started grinning a bit.
"Well, that container is a bomb. A fusion bomb, to be precise. So your comrade or whatever probably shouldn't hit it with that wrench too often."
Now it was the old mans turn to look seriously surprised. Then he turned around and ordered his men to stay away from the container.
"I don't have a key card for my ship. Only my voice and DNA can activate it."
"And what have you done behind your back?"
Rebecca started grinning and pressed the main button on the PSA again and the confirmation was exchanged with a countdown.
00:01:13
She kept silent for a few seconds.
"You see, the report about this crashsite said there were no survivors."
00:01:04
"So I signed kill orders for you and your crew."
<OOC>
I need a bit longer with the parts now since exams come up and I'm all busy atm
I still hope you enjoy it.
[Usual blabla]
Also thanks to M. Lehman and Selnus, who helped me spellchecking and gave me their opinions.
Inara link: http://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/16159/10032
</OOC>
Nice, I'm glad I checked back in. Love your work Becks, keep it up.
"You signed our kill orders?", the man paused for a moment, then he looked around.
00:00:56
Still looking around he yelled some orders and his men and women put their rifles at the ready. It was the first time Rebecca had a clear view on all of them. Before she knew it her artificial eye had counted 8 men and 6 women. Five of them had old rusty rifles, one had her pistol and another one her rifle.
00:00:43
"Get up." The two men on the left and the right of the old man dragged Rebecca on her feet.
The old mans face came closer and closer to hers and she could smell his bad breath. His eyes wandered over her face, then he looked her straight into the eyes.
"You're not the type of person who would sacrifice herself to take us out. Now tell me, what you've done."
00:00:35
His bad breath became unbearable and Rebecca turned her head away. Immediately his hand shot forwards, grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him again.
He asked again, louder this time: "What have you done?"
00:00:29
His grip tightened. Behind him Rebecca could see how the remaining men and women split up into smaller groups covering all arks with their limited number of rusty rifles.
00:00:18
"WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?", he lost his patience and started screaming. His voice slipped into a higher tone than before.
00:00:14
His face calmed fast and the outburst of rage disappeared as fast as it had come. Slowly he lifted up Rebeccas own knife.
"Tell me what you've done or you're not leaving this planet alive."
00:00:12
"You're bluffing. I'm your only chance to get into the ship.", Rebecca said, then she spat in his face.
00:00:09
He sighed, then he took a step forward and Rebecca feet her own knife on her throat.
"You're not our only way to get into the ship. You're our only way to get into the ship fast. And WE have time."
Both stared at each other for a moment.
00:00:04
Another message popped up in her artificial eye.
"CMDR dangerously close to potential threats. Proceed with attack? Yes/No."
"Yes." Rebecca spoke out loud.
"Yes is not a valid answer to what I said." The man in front of her answered.
Another message popped up in her eye.
"You've chosen "Yes". Please confirm your choice."
"Yes. Confirm."
00:00:00
The man stared at her, slowly realizing that she wasn't talking to him. He turned around and his look wandered over the edge of the forest and his crew standing there, still covering every ark with their old rusty rifles and improvised weapons.
-00:00:02
The first drone appeared over the treetops and began its attack flight.
<OOC>
Due to uni related stuff and a general pause of Elite I took a little timeout.
Pauses between the chapters might still be a bit longer :/
[Insert usual blabla here]
Thankies for reading as always
</OOC>
00:00:56
Still looking around he yelled some orders and his men and women put their rifles at the ready. It was the first time Rebecca had a clear view on all of them. Before she knew it her artificial eye had counted 8 men and 6 women. Five of them had old rusty rifles, one had her pistol and another one her rifle.
00:00:43
"Get up." The two men on the left and the right of the old man dragged Rebecca on her feet.
The old mans face came closer and closer to hers and she could smell his bad breath. His eyes wandered over her face, then he looked her straight into the eyes.
"You're not the type of person who would sacrifice herself to take us out. Now tell me, what you've done."
00:00:35
His bad breath became unbearable and Rebecca turned her head away. Immediately his hand shot forwards, grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him again.
He asked again, louder this time: "What have you done?"
00:00:29
His grip tightened. Behind him Rebecca could see how the remaining men and women split up into smaller groups covering all arks with their limited number of rusty rifles.
00:00:18
"WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?", he lost his patience and started screaming. His voice slipped into a higher tone than before.
00:00:14
His face calmed fast and the outburst of rage disappeared as fast as it had come. Slowly he lifted up Rebeccas own knife.
"Tell me what you've done or you're not leaving this planet alive."
00:00:12
"You're bluffing. I'm your only chance to get into the ship.", Rebecca said, then she spat in his face.
00:00:09
He sighed, then he took a step forward and Rebecca feet her own knife on her throat.
"You're not our only way to get into the ship. You're our only way to get into the ship fast. And WE have time."
Both stared at each other for a moment.
00:00:04
Another message popped up in her artificial eye.
"CMDR dangerously close to potential threats. Proceed with attack? Yes/No."
"Yes." Rebecca spoke out loud.
"Yes is not a valid answer to what I said." The man in front of her answered.
Another message popped up in her eye.
"You've chosen "Yes". Please confirm your choice."
"Yes. Confirm."
00:00:00
The man stared at her, slowly realizing that she wasn't talking to him. He turned around and his look wandered over the edge of the forest and his crew standing there, still covering every ark with their old rusty rifles and improvised weapons.
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The first drone appeared over the treetops and began its attack flight.
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Due to uni related stuff and a general pause of Elite I took a little timeout.
Pauses between the chapters might still be a bit longer :/
[Insert usual blabla here]
Thankies for reading as always
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I always check this thread, no matter how long I disappear from the forums for
I always check this thread, no matter how long I disappear from the forums for
Have to borrow these words sicne the fit very well.
Been distracted with other stuff® but am coming back regurarly.
This goes to all writers here:
Thanks for awesome stories, adding a lot of fun, immersion, depth/content to ED and even encouraging to roleplay.
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Flash baggins nailed it.
For the record Becks, this is the one thread that simultaneously saddens me and makes me excited when I don't see a new post by you. It's always riveting when you post a new chapter, easily worth the wait.
I've already prepared outlines for the last chapters of UE but I'm totally unsatisfied with the stuff I currently write
You have to wait a little more, I'm sorry about that :/Still a big thanks for the kind words to all of you
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Ria woke up in the medical bay of the Anaconda. She remembered this room. When she had first seen it, it was white and sterile like a hospital. Now it was a mess- blood on the floor and on the walls, cabinets open and medicaments wildly scattered all over the countertops and floor.
Still dizzy from a massive amount of painkillers, she tried to sit up, but found herself retrained in place by heavy straps across her body. Her face hardening, she struggled against her bonds for a moment, stinging pain erupted in her side from the effort.. Seeing that effort was futile she relaxed. Lifting her head and looking down, Ria grimaced as she beheld the wound on her side. A section of her flight suit had been cut away. Under it, the gouge in her skin had been stapled together, the blood already beginning to dry. Several tubes went into a catheter fixed on her arm.
Letting her head fall back into the pillow, she heard the sliding med bay door open. Rebecca stepped in, her atmo suit replaced by worn-looking white and silver combat armor.
"What ... happened?" Ria uttered over the pain.
Rebecca didn't answer. Instead, she walked slowly to the control terminal of the medical machinery and tapped a few times on the display. An outline of Ria’s body was on it, red zones on her torso where the wounds were worst. Responding to her directions, a mechanical arm rose and injected a clear liquid into Ria’s arm. Rebecca closed out the display and turned to look at her friend, her eyes hard.
"I'll explain later. It's best if you go back to sleep now."
Ria felt her eyelids get heavier, slowly shutting over her eyes as her world went dark. The drug was coursing through her body, and soon she would again be unconscious.
"I ..." she let out. It was all she managed before fading back into sleep.
As the med bay door slid shut behind her, Rebecca picked up the weapon case she’d left on the deck and began walking to to the ship’s bridge.
The situation was complicated. Things had gotten messy fast after the drone arrived and began to massacre the survivors around the ship. Their leader had seen his chance and managed to pilot the little fighter out of the hangar bay by the time Rebecca had overpowered the two idiots he left to guard her. She had to admit that she was more than just a little impressed that he managed it to fly it out through the frame of the boarding ramp. Usually the fighter was deployed by lowering the entire hangar floor and catapulted to reach combat speed. Launching it out of its usual frame in the ship was risky at best and suicide at worst.
His gamble worked out for him, though. He was familiar with how both the Condor and an Anaconda worked, staying out of the larger ship’s firing arcs while keeping steady fire on it. The turrets had been powerless to track the smaller, more nimble ship. Worst of all, it hadn’t taken a lot of fire to bring down its shields- the Anaconda had been rigged for exploration, not combat. It wasn’t long before the Condor’s plasma bolts were melting a hole through the armor plating that held the ship’s power plant. The automated damage control systems of the Anaconda tried their best to keep reactor output up, but it was a losing battle, and Rebecca knew it. She retracted her hardpoints and throttled down, the stolen Condor hovering in front of her canopy. The comms chirped, and she angrily answered.
“What do you want?!”
The man’s answer was almost immediate. "Hey, - I'll give you two minutes to step out of your ship and hand me the ship keys.
Rebecca’s face turned into a scowl. If he was only right on front of me, she thought.
“Or else what?” she said defiantly.
“Or else I'm blowing up your powerplant. If I'm not going to leave, you're not going to leave either."
"And what's in it for me?"
His tone went from serious to deadly. "You don't die."
"No thanks. I'll pass."
"Shame," he said, then he squeezed the trigger and send the first volleys of blue plasma into the Anaconda’s hull.
Rebecca turned and ran, picking up the weapon case and letting it drop as she pulled out its contents- a high-powered anti-vehicle rifle she’d saved from her days in the Federal Elite. It had been designed to puncture slow-moving, armored targets, requiring an exo-frame around her shoulder just to avoid breaking it from the recoil. Rebecca opened the hardpoint access and fitted the frame around her shoulder, alarms sounding throughout the ship as it took fire. Crouching next to the weapon contained within the hardpoint, Rebecca jammed the clip into the weapon, readying it and activating the scope.
It’s now or never, she thought.
"Deploy large hardpoints," she said in a loud voice. The concealing hull doors opened as the platform she was on moved upwards. Almost immediately, she saw the Condor, still firing into her hull in his attempt to knock out the power plant.
Hopefully he’s focused on that and not me, she thought.
She closed an eye and raised the weapon, letting the scope auto-adjust. The fighter was still darting from side to side, avoiding the Anaconda’s return fire and causing the scope to endlessly re-acquire the target.
Gritting her teeth, Rebecca ripped off the scope and tossed it aside. It had been designed to help destroy slow-moving targets, and there was no way that the Condor was staying still long enough to accommodate the software. Rebecca activated her bionic eye, letting the virtual iron sight overlay her vision as she once again raised the weapon.
This rifle wasn't intended to hit fast moving targets, so the first shot had to connect. She had calculated that she had less than a second to aim and hit the fighter before the bandit realised what was going on.
The moment the fighter came in sight she knew she wouldn't hit it. It was too far left of where she had assumed it was. Letting intuition guide her more than her vision, she shifted her aim and and jerked the trigger.
A giant, white-yellowish muzzle flash shot out of rifle and the shield of the little fighter rippled, but it didn't come down. The recoil from the blast almost caused her to stagger. Rebecca’s left hand shot forwards and grabbed the loading lever to pump the next round into the chamber. Seeing her new tactic, the fighter pilot had already abandoned his attack and was speeding away.
With a roaring noise the Condor boosted over her head, leaving a thick trail of smoke behind. Rebecca spun around, following the little ship with her sights as she heard the click of the next round settling into the rifle’s chamber. Four cartridges were left in the magazine, and she had no idea how many it would take to bring down the Condor. The man wasn’t flying smart, only fast. His straight line would make a shot possible if Rebecca didn’t act hastily.
She dropped to one knee, taking a deep breath as she focused on the Condor through her eye’s virtual sights. Letting out half her breath, she let the target be her only thought as her finger tightened around the trigger...
[OOC]Sorry for the long wait and many thankies to M. Lehman for helping me with the english language [/OOC]
Still dizzy from a massive amount of painkillers, she tried to sit up, but found herself retrained in place by heavy straps across her body. Her face hardening, she struggled against her bonds for a moment, stinging pain erupted in her side from the effort.. Seeing that effort was futile she relaxed. Lifting her head and looking down, Ria grimaced as she beheld the wound on her side. A section of her flight suit had been cut away. Under it, the gouge in her skin had been stapled together, the blood already beginning to dry. Several tubes went into a catheter fixed on her arm.
Letting her head fall back into the pillow, she heard the sliding med bay door open. Rebecca stepped in, her atmo suit replaced by worn-looking white and silver combat armor.
"What ... happened?" Ria uttered over the pain.
Rebecca didn't answer. Instead, she walked slowly to the control terminal of the medical machinery and tapped a few times on the display. An outline of Ria’s body was on it, red zones on her torso where the wounds were worst. Responding to her directions, a mechanical arm rose and injected a clear liquid into Ria’s arm. Rebecca closed out the display and turned to look at her friend, her eyes hard.
"I'll explain later. It's best if you go back to sleep now."
Ria felt her eyelids get heavier, slowly shutting over her eyes as her world went dark. The drug was coursing through her body, and soon she would again be unconscious.
"I ..." she let out. It was all she managed before fading back into sleep.
As the med bay door slid shut behind her, Rebecca picked up the weapon case she’d left on the deck and began walking to to the ship’s bridge.
The situation was complicated. Things had gotten messy fast after the drone arrived and began to massacre the survivors around the ship. Their leader had seen his chance and managed to pilot the little fighter out of the hangar bay by the time Rebecca had overpowered the two idiots he left to guard her. She had to admit that she was more than just a little impressed that he managed it to fly it out through the frame of the boarding ramp. Usually the fighter was deployed by lowering the entire hangar floor and catapulted to reach combat speed. Launching it out of its usual frame in the ship was risky at best and suicide at worst.
His gamble worked out for him, though. He was familiar with how both the Condor and an Anaconda worked, staying out of the larger ship’s firing arcs while keeping steady fire on it. The turrets had been powerless to track the smaller, more nimble ship. Worst of all, it hadn’t taken a lot of fire to bring down its shields- the Anaconda had been rigged for exploration, not combat. It wasn’t long before the Condor’s plasma bolts were melting a hole through the armor plating that held the ship’s power plant. The automated damage control systems of the Anaconda tried their best to keep reactor output up, but it was a losing battle, and Rebecca knew it. She retracted her hardpoints and throttled down, the stolen Condor hovering in front of her canopy. The comms chirped, and she angrily answered.
“What do you want?!”
The man’s answer was almost immediate. "Hey, - I'll give you two minutes to step out of your ship and hand me the ship keys.
Rebecca’s face turned into a scowl. If he was only right on front of me, she thought.
“Or else what?” she said defiantly.
“Or else I'm blowing up your powerplant. If I'm not going to leave, you're not going to leave either."
"And what's in it for me?"
His tone went from serious to deadly. "You don't die."
"No thanks. I'll pass."
"Shame," he said, then he squeezed the trigger and send the first volleys of blue plasma into the Anaconda’s hull.
Rebecca turned and ran, picking up the weapon case and letting it drop as she pulled out its contents- a high-powered anti-vehicle rifle she’d saved from her days in the Federal Elite. It had been designed to puncture slow-moving, armored targets, requiring an exo-frame around her shoulder just to avoid breaking it from the recoil. Rebecca opened the hardpoint access and fitted the frame around her shoulder, alarms sounding throughout the ship as it took fire. Crouching next to the weapon contained within the hardpoint, Rebecca jammed the clip into the weapon, readying it and activating the scope.
It’s now or never, she thought.
"Deploy large hardpoints," she said in a loud voice. The concealing hull doors opened as the platform she was on moved upwards. Almost immediately, she saw the Condor, still firing into her hull in his attempt to knock out the power plant.
Hopefully he’s focused on that and not me, she thought.
She closed an eye and raised the weapon, letting the scope auto-adjust. The fighter was still darting from side to side, avoiding the Anaconda’s return fire and causing the scope to endlessly re-acquire the target.
Gritting her teeth, Rebecca ripped off the scope and tossed it aside. It had been designed to help destroy slow-moving targets, and there was no way that the Condor was staying still long enough to accommodate the software. Rebecca activated her bionic eye, letting the virtual iron sight overlay her vision as she once again raised the weapon.
This rifle wasn't intended to hit fast moving targets, so the first shot had to connect. She had calculated that she had less than a second to aim and hit the fighter before the bandit realised what was going on.
The moment the fighter came in sight she knew she wouldn't hit it. It was too far left of where she had assumed it was. Letting intuition guide her more than her vision, she shifted her aim and and jerked the trigger.
A giant, white-yellowish muzzle flash shot out of rifle and the shield of the little fighter rippled, but it didn't come down. The recoil from the blast almost caused her to stagger. Rebecca’s left hand shot forwards and grabbed the loading lever to pump the next round into the chamber. Seeing her new tactic, the fighter pilot had already abandoned his attack and was speeding away.
With a roaring noise the Condor boosted over her head, leaving a thick trail of smoke behind. Rebecca spun around, following the little ship with her sights as she heard the click of the next round settling into the rifle’s chamber. Four cartridges were left in the magazine, and she had no idea how many it would take to bring down the Condor. The man wasn’t flying smart, only fast. His straight line would make a shot possible if Rebecca didn’t act hastily.
She dropped to one knee, taking a deep breath as she focused on the Condor through her eye’s virtual sights. Letting out half her breath, she let the target be her only thought as her finger tightened around the trigger...
[OOC]Sorry for the long wait and many thankies to M. Lehman for helping me with the english language
[/OOC]YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
She exhaled, then her finger applied just enough force to overcome the resistance of the trigger. The Condor was jerked forward as the bullet tore a large hole into its rear exhaust, then it started to descend in a wide curve before he disappeared behind the treetops.
Thoughts and possibilities shot through Rebecca’s brain as she analyzed the situation and tried to outline. Overall she had two possibilities: fight or flee. She could try to reach the crash site of the fighter to confirm that the leader of the survivors was dead or she could try to perform an emergency start with the Dark Runner to reach the orbit. Both scenarios bore non neglectable risks.
In case of a fight scenario she had to cross through terrain she didn't know, reach a site in a undefined distance, find and kill the leader, who most likely knew the terrain much better than her.
In case of a flee scenario she had to head back to the cockpit and perform the emergency start manually, thus giving time to the fighter to come back, if the damage wasn't as grave as she hoped it would be.
The two scenarios raced through her head, comparisons were made based on past combat experiences, her training and, on a deeper level, based on Ria’s and hers odds of survival. After several seconds of intense thinking, she put her gun on the ground and made a decision.
"Retract hardpoints."
As the floor under her feet began moving downwards and the flaps moved to cover the hardpoint, she activated her PSA and quickly scrolled through the menus.
"Ten minutes," she exclaimed with her finger over the arming switch.
- not far away
The old woman had witnessed everything.. When she'd seen the drones she knew that the "negotiations" her captain had planned were failed. She looked to the trail of smoke emerging where the Condor had gone down, maybe three or four hundred meters from her current whereabouts on the side of the hill she was on.
Slowly she stood up from the rock and went towards the trail of smoke.
A deep roaring sound stopped her when she was halfway there. From her current position she could still see the upper half of the huge ship. The main thrusters were now glowing brightly in their usual blue colour while the lateral thrusters were ignited in short bursts. Slowly the Anaconda lifted off the ground and climbed, while its nose rose steeper and steeper into the sky. She had seen this maneuver before. An emergency start of a large ship wasn't something to take lightly, even if one was a considerable distance away, so she cowered herself behind the next rock usable as cover while pressing both her hands on her ears.
In the next moment orange mixed into the blue glow of the main thrusters and the Dark Runner began its ascend back into space. Brushwood and stones flew through the air as the shockwave came. As she was able to leave her cover, she saw that the shockwave had been strong enough to knock down the sturdy withered alien trees next to its landing site. Quite a few of these trees were already set on fire by the emergency start.
She stood up and watched the Anaconda ascended on top of a giant column of exhaust gases and disappeared in a flash of light. A thick fog fell area as the exhaust gases began to spread out around the landing side and she made herself back on the way to the crashsite before it would disappear in the fog.
The Condor was in a horrible state. It laid in a long trench, destroyed trees to the left and the right. The front and what was left of the right wing were completely bent up and outwards. Coolant leaked from the destroyed plasma repeater and smoke rose from both its rear thrusters. The windows of the cockpit were completely shattered and the body of the pilot still hang in its safety belts. A long branch had pierced right through his lower abdomen, pinning him into his seat. His arms were horribly twisted and blood trickled slowly from his mouth.
But somehow he was still alive, when she arrived and his eyes were still gleaming with hate. He tried to talk, but the only thing coming out of his mouth was a large amount of blood. Wordlessly the old woman climbed over the remains of the Condor until she was directly in front of his face. His eyes became dimmer and the hateful glares he threw at her became weaker.
With a fast movement she reached down into her makeshift boot and pulled a sharpened stick made of hard alien wood.
“I should’ve done this long ago. When you started behaving like a tyrant, endangered the mission and got us trapped here. ”
With a sudden thrust she rammed the stick right into his hateful eye. His body convulsed in place, pinned by the tree and the wreckage. His head fell forward, his final breath gurgling from his mouth in a mixture of blood and spittle.
Afterwards she stared at him. She was still staring at the lifeless body that was once her captain when the countdown of the fusion bomb near the old Anaconda reached zero. The detonation annihilated killed her before her nerves could evenrelay the information to her brain.
As she sped away from the crashsite, Rebecca noticed the bright flash of light. She shielded her eyes against the glare and as the Conda entered a stable orbit she was able to look down upon the mushroom cloud visible amid the forested landscape.
She loosened her safety belts and pushed herself over the seat to drift through zero gravity towards the cockpit door. A lot of preparations had to be made-equipment to be replaced and injuries to be treated before she could even think of going home to the bubble.
It had been exhausting, but Ria had survived. Rebecca had completed her mission and the ship was still in usable condition. She allowed herself a short smile, then decided to go to the medical bay first. She was determined to bring Ria back home to her family. Where she was loved, and protected, and safe.
And maybe that’ll be me someday, she thought. The emptiness of space stretched out before her as images of faces and better times filled her vision. She clenched her fists, the strength inhibitors activating to prevent damage to her hands.
Maybe I’ll come home to a family. Maybe I’ll be happy. Maybe I’ll see myself as a person again, and not some killing machine.
Her thoughts drifted to the wars, the comrades, and the lies told to her from those she had trusted. She clenched her fist harder, the augmented muscles trembling. What was left of her natural bones wouldn’t be able to handle much more stress.
But for any of that to happen, I’ve got a past to overcome.
[OOC]Last part of UE. Thanks for reading. Thanks also to M. Lehman for helping me with grammar and style.[/OOC]
Thoughts and possibilities shot through Rebecca’s brain as she analyzed the situation and tried to outline. Overall she had two possibilities: fight or flee. She could try to reach the crash site of the fighter to confirm that the leader of the survivors was dead or she could try to perform an emergency start with the Dark Runner to reach the orbit. Both scenarios bore non neglectable risks.
In case of a fight scenario she had to cross through terrain she didn't know, reach a site in a undefined distance, find and kill the leader, who most likely knew the terrain much better than her.
In case of a flee scenario she had to head back to the cockpit and perform the emergency start manually, thus giving time to the fighter to come back, if the damage wasn't as grave as she hoped it would be.
The two scenarios raced through her head, comparisons were made based on past combat experiences, her training and, on a deeper level, based on Ria’s and hers odds of survival. After several seconds of intense thinking, she put her gun on the ground and made a decision.
"Retract hardpoints."
As the floor under her feet began moving downwards and the flaps moved to cover the hardpoint, she activated her PSA and quickly scrolled through the menus.
"Ten minutes," she exclaimed with her finger over the arming switch.
- not far away
The old woman had witnessed everything.. When she'd seen the drones she knew that the "negotiations" her captain had planned were failed. She looked to the trail of smoke emerging where the Condor had gone down, maybe three or four hundred meters from her current whereabouts on the side of the hill she was on.
Slowly she stood up from the rock and went towards the trail of smoke.
A deep roaring sound stopped her when she was halfway there. From her current position she could still see the upper half of the huge ship. The main thrusters were now glowing brightly in their usual blue colour while the lateral thrusters were ignited in short bursts. Slowly the Anaconda lifted off the ground and climbed, while its nose rose steeper and steeper into the sky. She had seen this maneuver before. An emergency start of a large ship wasn't something to take lightly, even if one was a considerable distance away, so she cowered herself behind the next rock usable as cover while pressing both her hands on her ears.
In the next moment orange mixed into the blue glow of the main thrusters and the Dark Runner began its ascend back into space. Brushwood and stones flew through the air as the shockwave came. As she was able to leave her cover, she saw that the shockwave had been strong enough to knock down the sturdy withered alien trees next to its landing site. Quite a few of these trees were already set on fire by the emergency start.
She stood up and watched the Anaconda ascended on top of a giant column of exhaust gases and disappeared in a flash of light. A thick fog fell area as the exhaust gases began to spread out around the landing side and she made herself back on the way to the crashsite before it would disappear in the fog.
The Condor was in a horrible state. It laid in a long trench, destroyed trees to the left and the right. The front and what was left of the right wing were completely bent up and outwards. Coolant leaked from the destroyed plasma repeater and smoke rose from both its rear thrusters. The windows of the cockpit were completely shattered and the body of the pilot still hang in its safety belts. A long branch had pierced right through his lower abdomen, pinning him into his seat. His arms were horribly twisted and blood trickled slowly from his mouth.
But somehow he was still alive, when she arrived and his eyes were still gleaming with hate. He tried to talk, but the only thing coming out of his mouth was a large amount of blood. Wordlessly the old woman climbed over the remains of the Condor until she was directly in front of his face. His eyes became dimmer and the hateful glares he threw at her became weaker.
With a fast movement she reached down into her makeshift boot and pulled a sharpened stick made of hard alien wood.
“I should’ve done this long ago. When you started behaving like a tyrant, endangered the mission and got us trapped here. ”
With a sudden thrust she rammed the stick right into his hateful eye. His body convulsed in place, pinned by the tree and the wreckage. His head fell forward, his final breath gurgling from his mouth in a mixture of blood and spittle.
Afterwards she stared at him. She was still staring at the lifeless body that was once her captain when the countdown of the fusion bomb near the old Anaconda reached zero. The detonation annihilated killed her before her nerves could evenrelay the information to her brain.
As she sped away from the crashsite, Rebecca noticed the bright flash of light. She shielded her eyes against the glare and as the Conda entered a stable orbit she was able to look down upon the mushroom cloud visible amid the forested landscape.
She loosened her safety belts and pushed herself over the seat to drift through zero gravity towards the cockpit door. A lot of preparations had to be made-equipment to be replaced and injuries to be treated before she could even think of going home to the bubble.
It had been exhausting, but Ria had survived. Rebecca had completed her mission and the ship was still in usable condition. She allowed herself a short smile, then decided to go to the medical bay first. She was determined to bring Ria back home to her family. Where she was loved, and protected, and safe.
And maybe that’ll be me someday, she thought. The emptiness of space stretched out before her as images of faces and better times filled her vision. She clenched her fists, the strength inhibitors activating to prevent damage to her hands.
Maybe I’ll come home to a family. Maybe I’ll be happy. Maybe I’ll see myself as a person again, and not some killing machine.
Her thoughts drifted to the wars, the comrades, and the lies told to her from those she had trusted. She clenched her fist harder, the augmented muscles trembling. What was left of her natural bones wouldn’t be able to handle much more stress.
But for any of that to happen, I’ve got a past to overcome.
[OOC]Last part of UE. Thanks for reading. Thanks also to M. Lehman for helping me with grammar and style.
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Brilliant end
great story
great story