Thu Aug 05, 2004 6:43 pm
Omg! Its fan fiction time! (Gather Around)
Alright everyone, I am presenting my OWN Freelancer fanfiction, labeled "Undertone". The beginning basically gives you background information of what happens in the first section. Ok, here it goes!
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Undertone
“They say curiosity brings new light to darker mysteries… I say it brings bull****.” Track threw his cigarette over the edge of the building as he scoffed and turned away.
“What it doesn’t accomplish in science, it sure brings in the money.” Alice murmured. She was leaning against the side of the building, looking at the ground as she spent her last few minutes with her friend Track.
Track and Alice were both members in the Rhineland military. They were around when Rhineland had invaded neighboring star systems. As a matter of fact, they were the front line soldiers who were thrown into a savage attack against Kusari. Their standing orders were to terminate any ship caught firing back. Generally speaking, they were forced to take out several ships.
Their career as killers for an unknown cause ended when they abandoned their unit; left for one of the ice nebulas to avoid detection. Eventually the Blood Dragons found them, and after much negotiating, they managed to get their attention. The two pilots join their ranks to assist in any way for the greater good. Their missions were numerous, and both were only caught and identified on one occasion.
After the war was ended quickly by the Freelancer who was rumored to have had something to do with the entire situation, both pilots returned home, only to find not handcuffs and court marshals ahead, but rather a hero’s welcome. It seemed Rhineland intelligence was better informed than the two knew.
Track was not a very strong figure, 26 and built for speed. In fact he was very skinny, not sporting much muscle tone, but he had a reputation of getting into some nasty fights in some of the more ruthless areas of downtown New Berlin, and as a matter of fact there are many of those places. His record as a cargo escort pilot got him into the military. He hadn’t lived a grand life before he signed on, so he considered it his big break.
His experience went further than just a cargo escort. His record featured many accounts of drug smuggling from entire sections of the system to the other undetected. Not many knew about this, but Rhineland Intelligence decided that it was best to have the criminals work to their advantage. Track probably wasn’t very tough looking on the outside, but inside he was a ruthless rouge.
However, while he did get in bed with the wrong crowd, some Outcasts, some of the Blood Dragons, even some of the Rhineland Military who decided to get rich quick, and found ways to avoid their own patrols due to their substantial knowledge of how their wings patrolled. Life was one adrenaline rush to the next. Getting caught wasn’t the hard part, it was getting out that was the hard part. Escaping a heavy Rhineland patrol, or an advanced Liberty Defender squadron was no picnic. This was when the criminals often fled into asteroid fields or nebula.
While his career may seem like he was a bad person inside, he really didn’t have any intention or love for killing. He often spared civilian patrols whom stumbled across their smuggling convoy, and only disabled pursuing ships and left them behind for someone to find. In his heart, Track wasn’t much in terms of a punk, criminal, degenerate or low-life. He was only looking for his cut, and now that he had signed up for the greater good, things may have just turned flip-side for him.
His friend in all of this, Alice, seemed his exact opposite. She had lived fairly wealthy during her time in Rhineland, and previous time in Liberty. She often frowned upon visiting Bretonia due to what she called, “filthy living conditions and ghastly stench.” Her parents could only laugh at the thought.
During her time growing up, her father had made several millions off trade exports. During the time new trade routes were being established, her father often took the opportunity to hit them first, and would make deliveries twice as fast as before. Most trading was dealt with between companies, such as AUG, Spa and Cruise, so on and so fourth. Her father owned his own private shipping business.
He had gathered up a rather small group of employees, each one an experienced pilot. He gave each his own funded freighter, each one loaded down with the latest commodities and sent out to trade. Often, the usual convoy would head for Kusari space, where they would sell the newly discovered and very popular diamond imports for an enormous price. His cargo runs would estimate at least five million per run, and he often stimulated ten runs a day. This eventually lead to his success.
However, through all the riches, Alice looked down on her family’s wealth as an embarrassment. She decided to take her chances amongst the stars, not as a freighter pilot, but instead a fighter. Her first idea was to enroll in the military and take up its courses. She managed to bump herself up the ladder of command, and found herself flying in the Rhineland patrols, and sometimes even in the Rhineland assault teams, poised to strike at hostile craft.
In the same manor as Track, Alice is also a very slender figure without much build, and is 22 years of age. While she may not support a fighter pilots body, her look goes far by the stem of what Track calls, "pilot sex appeal”. The thought makes her laugh every time she sees him bring the subject back up.
While her stories of valiant Rhineland attacks and great slip-ups of hostile craft are numerous, she is still viewed as a rookie pilot in Track’s eyes, but instead of fighting him on the subject, she would rather contently agree on his comments. After all, he led the life of secrecy while she lead a life of fairly noisy expenditure.
Getting back to the thought at hand, Track’s comment was referring to the new assignment given to him by Rhineland Command. His mission was to escort a supply of science vessels from nebula to nebula, located from various points in Rhineland space. Their purpose for doing this was unknown him to him, his partner Alice, or the rest of his squad.
Rhineland Intelligence was also keeping its lips sealed. The nebula they were heading into had no significant features about them. Some had pirate activity, others radiation lurking in its gasses, and others just a large body of gas.
Track sighed, and wished he hadn’t thrown his cigarette over the edge of the building. Alice walked towards him slowly and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. She looked back across the landscape and sighed as well. What a waste of their time, they both thought. It was going to be a long escort mission.
Edited by - Stinger on 8/6/2004 2:45:25 AM
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Undertone
“They say curiosity brings new light to darker mysteries… I say it brings bull****.” Track threw his cigarette over the edge of the building as he scoffed and turned away.
“What it doesn’t accomplish in science, it sure brings in the money.” Alice murmured. She was leaning against the side of the building, looking at the ground as she spent her last few minutes with her friend Track.
Track and Alice were both members in the Rhineland military. They were around when Rhineland had invaded neighboring star systems. As a matter of fact, they were the front line soldiers who were thrown into a savage attack against Kusari. Their standing orders were to terminate any ship caught firing back. Generally speaking, they were forced to take out several ships.
Their career as killers for an unknown cause ended when they abandoned their unit; left for one of the ice nebulas to avoid detection. Eventually the Blood Dragons found them, and after much negotiating, they managed to get their attention. The two pilots join their ranks to assist in any way for the greater good. Their missions were numerous, and both were only caught and identified on one occasion.
After the war was ended quickly by the Freelancer who was rumored to have had something to do with the entire situation, both pilots returned home, only to find not handcuffs and court marshals ahead, but rather a hero’s welcome. It seemed Rhineland intelligence was better informed than the two knew.
Track was not a very strong figure, 26 and built for speed. In fact he was very skinny, not sporting much muscle tone, but he had a reputation of getting into some nasty fights in some of the more ruthless areas of downtown New Berlin, and as a matter of fact there are many of those places. His record as a cargo escort pilot got him into the military. He hadn’t lived a grand life before he signed on, so he considered it his big break.
His experience went further than just a cargo escort. His record featured many accounts of drug smuggling from entire sections of the system to the other undetected. Not many knew about this, but Rhineland Intelligence decided that it was best to have the criminals work to their advantage. Track probably wasn’t very tough looking on the outside, but inside he was a ruthless rouge.
However, while he did get in bed with the wrong crowd, some Outcasts, some of the Blood Dragons, even some of the Rhineland Military who decided to get rich quick, and found ways to avoid their own patrols due to their substantial knowledge of how their wings patrolled. Life was one adrenaline rush to the next. Getting caught wasn’t the hard part, it was getting out that was the hard part. Escaping a heavy Rhineland patrol, or an advanced Liberty Defender squadron was no picnic. This was when the criminals often fled into asteroid fields or nebula.
While his career may seem like he was a bad person inside, he really didn’t have any intention or love for killing. He often spared civilian patrols whom stumbled across their smuggling convoy, and only disabled pursuing ships and left them behind for someone to find. In his heart, Track wasn’t much in terms of a punk, criminal, degenerate or low-life. He was only looking for his cut, and now that he had signed up for the greater good, things may have just turned flip-side for him.
His friend in all of this, Alice, seemed his exact opposite. She had lived fairly wealthy during her time in Rhineland, and previous time in Liberty. She often frowned upon visiting Bretonia due to what she called, “filthy living conditions and ghastly stench.” Her parents could only laugh at the thought.
During her time growing up, her father had made several millions off trade exports. During the time new trade routes were being established, her father often took the opportunity to hit them first, and would make deliveries twice as fast as before. Most trading was dealt with between companies, such as AUG, Spa and Cruise, so on and so fourth. Her father owned his own private shipping business.
He had gathered up a rather small group of employees, each one an experienced pilot. He gave each his own funded freighter, each one loaded down with the latest commodities and sent out to trade. Often, the usual convoy would head for Kusari space, where they would sell the newly discovered and very popular diamond imports for an enormous price. His cargo runs would estimate at least five million per run, and he often stimulated ten runs a day. This eventually lead to his success.
However, through all the riches, Alice looked down on her family’s wealth as an embarrassment. She decided to take her chances amongst the stars, not as a freighter pilot, but instead a fighter. Her first idea was to enroll in the military and take up its courses. She managed to bump herself up the ladder of command, and found herself flying in the Rhineland patrols, and sometimes even in the Rhineland assault teams, poised to strike at hostile craft.
In the same manor as Track, Alice is also a very slender figure without much build, and is 22 years of age. While she may not support a fighter pilots body, her look goes far by the stem of what Track calls, "pilot sex appeal”. The thought makes her laugh every time she sees him bring the subject back up.
While her stories of valiant Rhineland attacks and great slip-ups of hostile craft are numerous, she is still viewed as a rookie pilot in Track’s eyes, but instead of fighting him on the subject, she would rather contently agree on his comments. After all, he led the life of secrecy while she lead a life of fairly noisy expenditure.
Getting back to the thought at hand, Track’s comment was referring to the new assignment given to him by Rhineland Command. His mission was to escort a supply of science vessels from nebula to nebula, located from various points in Rhineland space. Their purpose for doing this was unknown him to him, his partner Alice, or the rest of his squad.
Rhineland Intelligence was also keeping its lips sealed. The nebula they were heading into had no significant features about them. Some had pirate activity, others radiation lurking in its gasses, and others just a large body of gas.
Track sighed, and wished he hadn’t thrown his cigarette over the edge of the building. Alice walked towards him slowly and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. She looked back across the landscape and sighed as well. What a waste of their time, they both thought. It was going to be a long escort mission.
Edited by - Stinger on 8/6/2004 2:45:25 AM
