Thu Jul 29, 2004 11:50 am
^ hehe almost got it, but not quite
They were going to “smoke him out”. There was no way out. Trent felt as his lungs starving for oxygen and his vision start to swim. He was running out of time…fast. The Outcasts closed in, shooting the ship with EMP cannons, not allowing the shields to recharge. Trent slumped unconscious in his seat as the Outcasts boarded the craft.
***********2 hours later**********
“Where am I?” Trent asked dazed.
“Mr. Trent… looks like you are lucky that we found you before you got you “shipment”. Looks like you aren’t even a licensed pilot.” said a voice somewhere above his head.
“Where’s my ship? Where am I?” Trent stirred.
Mr. Trent, you are on a Corsair base. My name is Jacques Cordova; we found your ship surrounded by Outcasts so we blasted them out of the sky. Unfortunately they managed to snatch the weapons and fled. We tried to catch them but they were too fast. After all our Titans are built for ruggedness not speed. But you must be tired so I will let you rest. I’ll be back for you in a couple of hours.”
Trent collapsed in his bed, exhausted. He couldn’t get any sleep, his oxygen-starved brain throbbed, his eyes and his lungs burned, but he was alive. His mouth was dry, he needed a drink. Trent got up from the bed, still confused as to where EXACTLY he was, what EXACTLY he was doing here. Trent came by a door and expected it to slide into its pocket like doors back at home on Leeds. The door however did not; Trent had to push it open. It didn’t take long for Trent to find what he wanted. He found the bathroom and got his tap water. Trent realized fairly quickly that the Corsairs concentrated on fighting and spend most of their time in ships. Their planet life was kept to a minimum and you could tell. Everything had that old, rusty feeling, like it hasn’t been cared for in a long time. Everything was dusty and generally colored either brown or was left uncolored. Trent took a couple of sips of the water. It wasn’t bad, it had a metallic taste to it, but it was better then water on Leeds. He went back to bed.
*****4 hours later****
“Trent wake up… Trent? Mr. Trent Cordova wants to see you I the mission room. Food will be served. There is a change of clothes by your bed.” Said an orderly, before Trent could read his nametag his turned around and left the room.
They were going to “smoke him out”. There was no way out. Trent felt as his lungs starving for oxygen and his vision start to swim. He was running out of time…fast. The Outcasts closed in, shooting the ship with EMP cannons, not allowing the shields to recharge. Trent slumped unconscious in his seat as the Outcasts boarded the craft.
***********2 hours later**********
“Where am I?” Trent asked dazed.
“Mr. Trent… looks like you are lucky that we found you before you got you “shipment”. Looks like you aren’t even a licensed pilot.” said a voice somewhere above his head.
“Where’s my ship? Where am I?” Trent stirred.
Mr. Trent, you are on a Corsair base. My name is Jacques Cordova; we found your ship surrounded by Outcasts so we blasted them out of the sky. Unfortunately they managed to snatch the weapons and fled. We tried to catch them but they were too fast. After all our Titans are built for ruggedness not speed. But you must be tired so I will let you rest. I’ll be back for you in a couple of hours.”
Trent collapsed in his bed, exhausted. He couldn’t get any sleep, his oxygen-starved brain throbbed, his eyes and his lungs burned, but he was alive. His mouth was dry, he needed a drink. Trent got up from the bed, still confused as to where EXACTLY he was, what EXACTLY he was doing here. Trent came by a door and expected it to slide into its pocket like doors back at home on Leeds. The door however did not; Trent had to push it open. It didn’t take long for Trent to find what he wanted. He found the bathroom and got his tap water. Trent realized fairly quickly that the Corsairs concentrated on fighting and spend most of their time in ships. Their planet life was kept to a minimum and you could tell. Everything had that old, rusty feeling, like it hasn’t been cared for in a long time. Everything was dusty and generally colored either brown or was left uncolored. Trent took a couple of sips of the water. It wasn’t bad, it had a metallic taste to it, but it was better then water on Leeds. He went back to bed.
*****4 hours later****
“Trent wake up… Trent? Mr. Trent Cordova wants to see you I the mission room. Food will be served. There is a change of clothes by your bed.” Said an orderly, before Trent could read his nametag his turned around and left the room.