Mon Dec 29, 2003 7:11 pm
An outcast story by Reilles
Well , i have been thinking of writing a story about the life of an outcast and i have given in to the temptation of writing one.
Feel free to give me ideas as i do not know how good this first bit is going to be. So here goes...(Im starting of with the history , then it moves into the present time)
During the war between the Coalition and the Alliance 5 sleeper ships were launched by the Alliance to begin a new civilisation away from the fighting. They were named the Hispania the Rheinland the Bretonia the Kusari and the Liberty. Four of these sleeper ships reached their destination , one did not , this was the Hispania it is known that some mutiny took place onboard. Half of the crew left in the escape pods these became known as the Corsairs the remainder of the crew continued to stay abroad the crippled sleeper ship and these are called the Outcasts until they found a suitable habitat , otherwise known as planet Malta , this is where the journey begins.
800 years later the Sirius system has flourished...
Balboa he was known by , no one knew his real name or why he had randomly raided tradelanes , it was only known that he was an Outcast. Wanted by the Bounty Hunters Guild for no less than 500'000 credits. Balboa was a great pilot but no doubtly aided by the cardamine drug that he had grown addicted too. Never the less he was excellent at making smoking wrecks out of any man and ship who stood in his way.
The Sabres engine roared , it moved as if it knew what Balboa's thoughts were , he Balboa had just been jumped by 2 Bounty Hunters in Hammerhead ships as he was making his way back through the gas cloud to his home planet and there was no way he was going to let any of them draw another breath after attacking him. He plunged the throttle forwards as his hands eased on the ships triggers , his Pyros weapons firing into the hull of one of the Hammerheads , shrapnel flew as he fired another shot. The enemy pilot screamed as his cockpit burned , one cannonball missile was enough to silence him forever.
Balboa , quick as a flash inserted another cardamine sachet into his inhaler which was attched to his face. The next Hunter tried to get around him , but Bal swirled around sending another cannonball missile which immidietly took down the Hunters shield. A few short bursts of his Pyros ensured the man was dead.
Balboa grinned "Another two for the kill board" he thought to himself as he watched the Bounty Hunter's ship explode. He clicked his dashboard and scanned about , a few weapons were still intact from the wreckage , Bal initiated his tractor beam , and with a satisfieing thud it was suddenly inside his cargo bay. The gas cloud was hard to see through but Bal's instinct told him where to find his home planet Malta after all he had been there many times.
"If i remember quite rightly it should be somewhere around..." he paused for a moment fumbling about with his Sabres dashboard "Here" he finished off with clicking a waypoint button. The minimap on the left hand side of the cockpit told him where he needed to go.
Taking the controls once more he headed to his new destination , hoping once more that he could see his beloved homeland...
Well if you have read this can you tell me what you think ? Thanks and any suggestions are welcome.
"There cannot be peace in these times"
Edited by - Reilles on 29-12-2003 19:36:08
Feel free to give me ideas as i do not know how good this first bit is going to be. So here goes...(Im starting of with the history , then it moves into the present time)
During the war between the Coalition and the Alliance 5 sleeper ships were launched by the Alliance to begin a new civilisation away from the fighting. They were named the Hispania the Rheinland the Bretonia the Kusari and the Liberty. Four of these sleeper ships reached their destination , one did not , this was the Hispania it is known that some mutiny took place onboard. Half of the crew left in the escape pods these became known as the Corsairs the remainder of the crew continued to stay abroad the crippled sleeper ship and these are called the Outcasts until they found a suitable habitat , otherwise known as planet Malta , this is where the journey begins.
800 years later the Sirius system has flourished...
Balboa he was known by , no one knew his real name or why he had randomly raided tradelanes , it was only known that he was an Outcast. Wanted by the Bounty Hunters Guild for no less than 500'000 credits. Balboa was a great pilot but no doubtly aided by the cardamine drug that he had grown addicted too. Never the less he was excellent at making smoking wrecks out of any man and ship who stood in his way.
The Sabres engine roared , it moved as if it knew what Balboa's thoughts were , he Balboa had just been jumped by 2 Bounty Hunters in Hammerhead ships as he was making his way back through the gas cloud to his home planet and there was no way he was going to let any of them draw another breath after attacking him. He plunged the throttle forwards as his hands eased on the ships triggers , his Pyros weapons firing into the hull of one of the Hammerheads , shrapnel flew as he fired another shot. The enemy pilot screamed as his cockpit burned , one cannonball missile was enough to silence him forever.
Balboa , quick as a flash inserted another cardamine sachet into his inhaler which was attched to his face. The next Hunter tried to get around him , but Bal swirled around sending another cannonball missile which immidietly took down the Hunters shield. A few short bursts of his Pyros ensured the man was dead.
Balboa grinned "Another two for the kill board" he thought to himself as he watched the Bounty Hunter's ship explode. He clicked his dashboard and scanned about , a few weapons were still intact from the wreckage , Bal initiated his tractor beam , and with a satisfieing thud it was suddenly inside his cargo bay. The gas cloud was hard to see through but Bal's instinct told him where to find his home planet Malta after all he had been there many times.
"If i remember quite rightly it should be somewhere around..." he paused for a moment fumbling about with his Sabres dashboard "Here" he finished off with clicking a waypoint button. The minimap on the left hand side of the cockpit told him where he needed to go.
Taking the controls once more he headed to his new destination , hoping once more that he could see his beloved homeland...
Well if you have read this can you tell me what you think ? Thanks and any suggestions are welcome.
"There cannot be peace in these times"
Edited by - Reilles on 29-12-2003 19:36:08
