Sat Oct 09, 2004 3:07 pm by Coolbeano
Two hours later, after a hot meal and some talking, I found one of two ship dealers on Cadiz. Apparently the other dealer was out on a business trip, so I had to travel nearly across the entire city to find the other one. I walked on the metal pathway, looking over and down, thick clouds of orange-brown gases blocking my view. I continued over, and saw a short, fat man studying a ship’s nastily dented fin. It was a Titan, a Very Heavy Corsair Fighter, and was severely damaged after I surveyed the rest of it. It was blackened by burns in some spots, and had panels peeling off on its wings and hull. The cockpit was twisted clockwise a bit, and there were wires and pipes sticking out in every odd direction. “Yes?” The man said, snapping me back to reality. “This baby was slaughtered yesterday. Not by Hessians, mind you. Mines, too many of them in this damned system. Hessians always get past them, those ships of theirs always flying around, ambushing us here and there, and besides those little critters don’t...” He cut himself off, realizing that he was rambling on, with me here. His eyes ****ed back up to you, and a fierce expression reoccupied his face. “What do you want?” “Are you the ship de...”
“Yes I’m the ship dealer, who do you think I am, Queen _____?
What do you want?” he repeated.
“How much do the Centurions cost?”
“So you wanna buy a ship then, eh? Standard freelancer price; 388,000, no shield included. If you know my grand-aunt’s maiden name, three hundred K. Corsair soldier, depends, in between two and four hundred K, insurance and military pay not included. Corsair loner like you, three fifty.” The man said, telling me everything. I had five hundred thousand credits in my card, and decided on something else. “Any Titans?”
“This one, and two more in the back. This one ain’t mine, and there are two others for sale. One is slightly modified, it’s secondhand. Ion compressor power plant, enlarged hold, doubly charged with a nice big blood red engine output. Fancy cut I’d say, with a beast like that you’ll outrun everyone. The other Titan; normal, getting a bit dusty though. Six fifty K, I’m eager to get rid of it. Buy a deep scanner off me for eight thousand and rob me blind. No shield though, go talk to the equipment guy.”
“Standard Titan; thanks.” I transferred the money and he had my new ship hauled to the local equipment dealer. I chose a pair of Angelito Mark IIIs, a Lancer Missile launcher with fourteen missiles, luckily it was one that came in yesterday and was secondhand, also I took a couple of Tizona del Cids and left my last gun slot with a Salamanca Mark I. I left my turret slot empty, and decided, with the money I had left, to modify it straight away. Step one; cut off the fin. Never liked fins, and besides it weighed a lot. I sawed it off, and made the remaining part a stub, and removed the turret hardpoint. The removal of the wires inside took a bit of time, but I got it out eventually. I decided to start on my way to Crete, and left Cadiz, not knowing that soon I would be back. Two days had passed since I left Cadiz, and I was just landing on Crete. Crete was a very subtle place, and I was glad to be back. I breathed the deep, sweet air as soon as I got out of my ship, and looked around, surveying the vast fields.
I had some food, and met up with all my old friends. I had no more family, my father was killed by a Bounty Hunter patrol, and left my mother and two sisters on Crete. We had a hard time, and I grew up to be a great pilot. My elder sister ran away, hiding aboard a convoy ship, wanting to explore the universe. She said she would come back, but we never got any news. Two days after that my mother passed away, from grief of the loss of two family members. My younger sister died from cardamine intoxication, when a visiting freelancer’s cardamine breather mask leaked. I killed him the next day. I didn’t, however pity him or his family.
I found my way to a bar, and looked at the job board, hoping to earn a bit more money. Then I found a perfect position; right wingman of a Corsair patrol. The previous holder lost his life when they were attacked by Bounty Hunters, and the patrol desperately needed someone to take his place. I signed up, and the next day I was flying in the middle of Omicron Gamma, looking for any Bounty Hunters who’d dare attack us. Three weeks later, I had earned quite a load of money, and decided for another ship upgrade, which served me well later that day. I looked at my ship, studying it, and then though about an internal change. I visited Gordon Blane, an engineer and friend. He dug out a Class B Outcast Power Generator, and fitted it with some new vents, and added some other junk for more power. He said it’d be much better than a standard Titan. I loaded it onboard, replacing the old, and added a high classed cooling system to the small gaps. I crawled around in my cargo bay, and installed some pipes along the side. I connected one end to an engine vent, the other to the generator, and had another friend slide expand the hull a bit. This was for letting out the hydrogen generated from my engine, and to just give a little extra boost to my thrust.
Next I bought an advanced thruster, and used a stabilizer pipe from my long gone fin to wire a new hardpoint. I also threw in a specialized cooling system, and made them superconductors. After that I carved out a few holes on my front wings, for a couple more guns. The wiring was a problem, so in the end I had cut my wings in two, making them a lot slimmer, but just as long. I plated the inner side of my cargo hold, removing space for 20 cargo pods but doubling its protection. I applied some light titanium armor to the front of my wings, and a large shield onto the back. That was good for me. For the guns, I removed all my guns except the shieldbusters. I fitted two C242 Launchers on my extra hardpoints, and filled the rest with Class 9 Salamanca Mark IIs. Loaded to the full potential, I waited until our next flight to test it out.
“This is Planet Crete to Patrol Ship Gamma Four dash Two, you are ready to go. Good luck.” I excitedly grabbed my control stick and turned. The massive weight addition really affected my ship. But then I activated my directional thrusters and it was as smooth as ever. Thankfully I didn’t go any slower, and we set off onto our patrol. Only six kilometers from the docking ring and we got into trouble. “Okay guys, get ready, I see some BH ahead.” Our leader said calmly. I smiled at the chance to test my new power supply and its capabilities. “Holy crap, there are six of them straight in front. We might not make it.”
“We will, don’t worry” I said, exiting cruise mode, powering up my weapons. The first Hammerhead got into range, and I started firing all my guns at it, thrusters on. As it was 200 meters in front of me I swept right, dodging a fast missile, but launching two of my cannonballs in the process. My targeting system switched to the next, signifying his death. My subject was right behind me, shooting at my rear. It took my shields out and stayed on my tail, while I couldn’t lose it. I entered engine kill, but the pilot was smart and flew ahead of me, dropping a mine along the way. I swung right, smashing into the mine, but thanks to my rear armor it did little damage. Checking my damage readout, my rear was barely hit, a lot less at least than the back of my wings. My target was now right in front of me, making another loop before going head on. I took the chance and fired at him, removing his shielding. Launching another expensive missile in the hopes of having a side hit, I flew a bit higher, hoping to go down and kill him. Instead of completing his loop, he flew towards me, and went straight under, shooting backwards with a turret. I drifted in engine kill again, and this time I had him in gunsight. I fired, and my neutrons ripped off his port wing, then his engines. He was left there, and soon exploded from a power surge.