Fri Feb 13, 2004 6:01 am
Even more fan fiction
Here's my fan fiction, set before the Freelancer Storyline, in conjunction with my MOD:
Location: Europa, Jupiter
Time: Unknown
Here I am, ready to be frozen like the food here, and shipped like it too. This whole 'sleeper ship' idea creeps me out, as if the Alliance is escaping from its present turmoils. We haven't been told where we are going, only that we are going to 'a better place', a 'free world'.
The Coalition has destroyed most of our remaining bases across Solar, basically nullifying our chance of an effective resistance.
Anyway, I've gotta go, my pod is ready.
Location: The Hispania, Unknown, Somewhere in Space
Time: Unknown
"Colonel Gonzalez," I heard. "Are you all right?"
I looked up, and saw an old battle friend of mine, a fellow Colonel, Gregorio Sanchez.
"Just five more minutes please", I joked. "Just kidding, what's the matter?"
"We've been attacked", he cried. "We don't know who, yet!"
"By what?", I replied. "We're in the middle of nowhere, I'm guessing, so how could we have been attacked?"
"I do not know, we are currently investigating this situation", he replied in earnest. "The Admiral wants you on the bridge as soon as possible!"
"I'm ready, just need some fresh air!" I said as I reached for my oxygen tube.
"Let's go then", he replied.
Location: Bridge of the Hispania, still Unknown
Time: Unknown
"Colonel Gonzalez, how was your sleep?" Admiral Frederico Hierro asked.
"Not bad," I said. "What's the situation?"
"We've been attacked, from the inside, by who we are assuming is a Coalition saboteur", he replied. "But she is refusing to talk."
"SHE?" I asked. "Why would a woman do this?"
"We don't know, and we don't want to know", he cried. "All we know is that she is in a cell, waiting for your questioning."
"My questioning? But why do ..."
"No but's!" the Admiral interrupted. "This is your assignment, and we can't spare anybody else on this, you are the best for the job. Remember back in..."
"Yes I do, sir", I interrupted. I was not proud of my previous deeds, as many of them were far short of honorable.
"Hop to it," the Admiral ordered in a stern tone.
"Yes, sir", I replied. I saluted, and headed to the detention quarters of this eerie ship, escorted by Sanchez and a dark tall man who was silent all the way.
Location: Detention Cell, Level 3, Hispania
Time: I have been informed it is now 23 days since we left Europa
"So, what is your name?" I asked the young Russian blonde, but there was no reply.
"We know you are Russian, and were working for the Coalition. Why did you do it?" I aked in a harsher voice this time. Again, no reply.
"Guards, leave please," I ordered, but they simply looked at each other, and mumbled.
"NOW!" I commanded, which made them jump, and of course, made them move!
Once they had left, I was able to resort to my usual tactics in questioning, involving deceit.
"I am a Colonel in the Hispania Fleet," I told her after a few moments silence. "My name is Enrique Gonzalez. I have two children, seven years old, and four years old, both 'asleep' on this ship, deep in slumber. But their mother, my wife, was killed by the blast from YOUR bomb."
My eyes began to well up, and I reached for the handkerchief in my pocket. After wiping my eyes, I looked up at the young Russian, whose expression had changed from one of pride, to one of sorrow.
"I am a Recruit in the Coalition Assault Group," she replied. "I am twenty-three years old, have no husband, no children, and no family. This was meant to be a suicide mission for me. I was forced to take this mission."
"You were forced?" I asked, puzzled. No reply.
"Why did you attack us here?" I inquired.
"I was forced, because, because nobody else would," she replied. "I hoped maybe I could also start anew, with you and your people..."
At that moment she started sobbing. I am a soppy git, and hence handed her my handkerchief. She took it, and thanked me for it.
Location: My Quarters, Level 4, Hispania
Time: 25 days after the escape from Europa
I have finally got some information out of the Russian woman. The bomb was a small EMP blast, rendering anything within 25 metres of the blast dead. And what's worse, it was set off in the Jump Drive section of the ship, so basically we're lost in space, drifting at impulse speed, or the speed of sound.
We are drifting to an unexplored section of space, only previously seen from long-range telescopes back on Earth. But that was a long time ago, ooh.. over two centuries now.
The Russian woman has been moved out of Detention into a more comfortable dwelling, only three crew 'cells' away from mine. She was, she claims, forced into doing this mission, and hence had no choice in the matter. The device that was set off was set when she arrived on board, and all she had to do was stay hidden from the Alliance commanders so that she was not found, and neither was the device.
Location: Mess Hall, Level 1, Hispania
Time: 43 days since the flee from Europa
I have now become 'friends', as she puts it, with the Russian woman, and am currently eating a meal with her now.
There are very few people awake on this 'ship', or 'slug' as it's become to be known, as the majority of my race are 'asleep' on the ship.
I do not have any children, nor did I have a wife, but my tactics were sound, and hit home. I regret saying these things, but it's too late to change them now.
Myself and the Russian woman have been assigned new, separate pods in which we will 'sleep' out the rest of this trek across the galaxy...
Location: Unknown
Time: Unknown
We have finally come within scanner range of 'our new home'! Scanners have detected a hospitable planet within 3 million kilometers, so that is our new target. Ship engineers have predicted that killing our engines as we approach will slow us down enough to drift towards the planet, and hence we should be within visual range if and when we get there.
The Admiral, once a young-ish, avid member of the Hispania Fleet, has died whilst we have been 'asleep', and hence I have been chosen to take his place.
Now Admiral Enrique Gonzalez, sounds good don't it?, I have been chosen to lead my people (I sound like Moses!) to a 'promised land', but of course, my Vice Admiral will do the commanding, and I will do the sleeping.
Co-ordinates have been set for the Hispania Sleeper Slug, as has come to be it's name, computers have been set to kill the engines approximately 2,500 KM from our 'new home', and hence we can now all rest sound.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
http://www.cardamine.net/ - The home of Freelancer: Rebirth, the prequel to Freelancer!
EDIT: Again, more emoticons in subject lines. Grr. I may just start deleting these posts instead of constantly complaining about the use of these emoticons in the subject.
Edited by - Stinger on 2/13/2004 6:41:34 AM
Location: Europa, Jupiter
Time: Unknown
Here I am, ready to be frozen like the food here, and shipped like it too. This whole 'sleeper ship' idea creeps me out, as if the Alliance is escaping from its present turmoils. We haven't been told where we are going, only that we are going to 'a better place', a 'free world'.
The Coalition has destroyed most of our remaining bases across Solar, basically nullifying our chance of an effective resistance.
Anyway, I've gotta go, my pod is ready.
Location: The Hispania, Unknown, Somewhere in Space
Time: Unknown
"Colonel Gonzalez," I heard. "Are you all right?"
I looked up, and saw an old battle friend of mine, a fellow Colonel, Gregorio Sanchez.
"Just five more minutes please", I joked. "Just kidding, what's the matter?"
"We've been attacked", he cried. "We don't know who, yet!"
"By what?", I replied. "We're in the middle of nowhere, I'm guessing, so how could we have been attacked?"
"I do not know, we are currently investigating this situation", he replied in earnest. "The Admiral wants you on the bridge as soon as possible!"
"I'm ready, just need some fresh air!" I said as I reached for my oxygen tube.
"Let's go then", he replied.
Location: Bridge of the Hispania, still Unknown
Time: Unknown
"Colonel Gonzalez, how was your sleep?" Admiral Frederico Hierro asked.
"Not bad," I said. "What's the situation?"
"We've been attacked, from the inside, by who we are assuming is a Coalition saboteur", he replied. "But she is refusing to talk."
"SHE?" I asked. "Why would a woman do this?"
"We don't know, and we don't want to know", he cried. "All we know is that she is in a cell, waiting for your questioning."
"My questioning? But why do ..."
"No but's!" the Admiral interrupted. "This is your assignment, and we can't spare anybody else on this, you are the best for the job. Remember back in..."
"Yes I do, sir", I interrupted. I was not proud of my previous deeds, as many of them were far short of honorable.
"Hop to it," the Admiral ordered in a stern tone.
"Yes, sir", I replied. I saluted, and headed to the detention quarters of this eerie ship, escorted by Sanchez and a dark tall man who was silent all the way.
Location: Detention Cell, Level 3, Hispania
Time: I have been informed it is now 23 days since we left Europa
"So, what is your name?" I asked the young Russian blonde, but there was no reply.
"We know you are Russian, and were working for the Coalition. Why did you do it?" I aked in a harsher voice this time. Again, no reply.
"Guards, leave please," I ordered, but they simply looked at each other, and mumbled.
"NOW!" I commanded, which made them jump, and of course, made them move!
Once they had left, I was able to resort to my usual tactics in questioning, involving deceit.
"I am a Colonel in the Hispania Fleet," I told her after a few moments silence. "My name is Enrique Gonzalez. I have two children, seven years old, and four years old, both 'asleep' on this ship, deep in slumber. But their mother, my wife, was killed by the blast from YOUR bomb."
My eyes began to well up, and I reached for the handkerchief in my pocket. After wiping my eyes, I looked up at the young Russian, whose expression had changed from one of pride, to one of sorrow.
"I am a Recruit in the Coalition Assault Group," she replied. "I am twenty-three years old, have no husband, no children, and no family. This was meant to be a suicide mission for me. I was forced to take this mission."
"You were forced?" I asked, puzzled. No reply.
"Why did you attack us here?" I inquired.
"I was forced, because, because nobody else would," she replied. "I hoped maybe I could also start anew, with you and your people..."
At that moment she started sobbing. I am a soppy git, and hence handed her my handkerchief. She took it, and thanked me for it.
Location: My Quarters, Level 4, Hispania
Time: 25 days after the escape from Europa
I have finally got some information out of the Russian woman. The bomb was a small EMP blast, rendering anything within 25 metres of the blast dead. And what's worse, it was set off in the Jump Drive section of the ship, so basically we're lost in space, drifting at impulse speed, or the speed of sound.
We are drifting to an unexplored section of space, only previously seen from long-range telescopes back on Earth. But that was a long time ago, ooh.. over two centuries now.
The Russian woman has been moved out of Detention into a more comfortable dwelling, only three crew 'cells' away from mine. She was, she claims, forced into doing this mission, and hence had no choice in the matter. The device that was set off was set when she arrived on board, and all she had to do was stay hidden from the Alliance commanders so that she was not found, and neither was the device.
Location: Mess Hall, Level 1, Hispania
Time: 43 days since the flee from Europa
I have now become 'friends', as she puts it, with the Russian woman, and am currently eating a meal with her now.
There are very few people awake on this 'ship', or 'slug' as it's become to be known, as the majority of my race are 'asleep' on the ship.
I do not have any children, nor did I have a wife, but my tactics were sound, and hit home. I regret saying these things, but it's too late to change them now.
Myself and the Russian woman have been assigned new, separate pods in which we will 'sleep' out the rest of this trek across the galaxy...
Location: Unknown
Time: Unknown
We have finally come within scanner range of 'our new home'! Scanners have detected a hospitable planet within 3 million kilometers, so that is our new target. Ship engineers have predicted that killing our engines as we approach will slow us down enough to drift towards the planet, and hence we should be within visual range if and when we get there.
The Admiral, once a young-ish, avid member of the Hispania Fleet, has died whilst we have been 'asleep', and hence I have been chosen to take his place.
Now Admiral Enrique Gonzalez, sounds good don't it?, I have been chosen to lead my people (I sound like Moses!) to a 'promised land', but of course, my Vice Admiral will do the commanding, and I will do the sleeping.
Co-ordinates have been set for the Hispania Sleeper Slug, as has come to be it's name, computers have been set to kill the engines approximately 2,500 KM from our 'new home', and hence we can now all rest sound.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
http://www.cardamine.net/ - The home of Freelancer: Rebirth, the prequel to Freelancer!
EDIT: Again, more emoticons in subject lines. Grr. I may just start deleting these posts instead of constantly complaining about the use of these emoticons in the subject.
Edited by - Stinger on 2/13/2004 6:41:34 AM
