Post by HCR¬Ɗẩᴙᴷ on Feb 14, 2011 21:57:05 GMT -6
While I try to think up new things for my main story, I have created this side story for all of you to enjoy. This story is by time based connected to my original story, and there is a segment where the two story connect with one another. Its up to you to find out how and where they are connected by. Also try and find out who's names are in this story. Easy hint is, they are all in our clan. Try to find out exactly who they are. You can't ask them and for those who know who you are, stay quiet. Enjoy and tell me what you think.
Up in the cabin of the illustrious, Lucaracy, technicians working hard to issue orders at every nerve wracking second. Many Operators were standing by waiting to issue orders to the many Thunderbolt pilots awaiting orders in the launch bay.
“Are the Thunderbolts ready?”, questioned Chris. “If we don’t hurry the Rogues will be all over us.”
“Aye, Sir. Thunderbolts 1-25 are ready for launch. 26-50 are still being refueled and rearmed. And the rest of 51-100 are just getting ready to launch.” The man controlling and checking all signals coming from the Thunderbolts looked stressed out, especially with the lack of precious sleep.
“Good, good. I want them to get ready in five. Order them to patrol the exterior for now until further orders are given.”
“Roger that, Sir.”
“And what about the Thunder Hawks? How do they fare?”
“Thunder Hawks just need to be rearmed. Their last mission left them flying home with no bodyguard. It will take them about twenty minutes to complete their rearming process.” Chris had a slick expression on his face. The kind he always gets when cards are against him.
“Tell them to finish up as quick as possible. Those Rogues will take any chance they get to catch us unprepared”, Chris moved to a microphone and pressed a button. His booming voice rang through the decks of the ship, “Attention to all crew members. Rogues are in-bound to our position. I want every man and woman to help out as much as possible. If we can beat the Rogues here, we will be one step closer to ending this god forsaken war. Good luck.”
“Sir, hate to be against you but don’t you think you are rushing the poor people a bit much?” Up on the monitor beamed the ships current A.I. Karen.
“You know as well as I do that we don’t have much time left. Haste makes pace. If we don’t win here, the war wont be ending anytime soon.” Karen’s image flashed and reappeared on a Holo-panel. Seth walked over to a man sitting to the right of him. “Just please go tell the pilots to get ready lieutenant.”
“Aye, Captain!” The busy Operator when to work. Pushing many buttons, calculating war plots, and issuing commands to the one of many Thunderbolt Fighter pilots.
“Sir. Is there anything you would wish me to do?” Karen’s body image matched that of a group of stars behind her hologram.
“I want everybody ready, men and women.”
“Anything else, Sir?”
“Get me a channel link to the ship Onekama.”
“Aye, Sir. Establishing a connection.” Karen’s hologram disappeared from view and reappeared on a monitor. “Connection established, Sir.”
“Good, open monitor communications.” A board dropped down from the ceiling above and lowered to the height of Chris. “Hello Rick. As you are aware, OCO has informed us that a Rogue base has been detected in the Sonora Region. We are about to initiate the attack run now. I would be please if you were to spare a few backup fighters?”
“Hope you don’t get killed out there Chris. I’ll lend you a few men. I want them back without a scratch.” The image of the man received a short amount of static.
“Count on it Rick. They will come back unscathed. Chris Monroe out”.
The image disappeared and the board resided back into the slit in the ceiling. Chris walked down the aisle and stopped momentarily. The crew in the bridge looked at Chris as if waiting for an order. Chris continued walking towards a door. The door opened and he disappeared behind the door.
Down below in the ships starboard docking bay, the many men piloting the Thunderbolts would soon be staring at death in the face. They were trained for that however. The old motto of an experienced veteran Thunderbolt pilot is “If you don’t shoot what’s shooting you, Your missed shot, will become your grave.”
Final preparations are taking place before the pilots take off. Few of them still fresh from Boot Camp. Men on the deck hauled full carts caring the ammunition needed for the Thunderbolts. Others droved Giga-Mechs which carried half a ton missiles. Speakers boomed orders into the crowded bay. The attack run on the Rogues base would take place in a few minutes. First few pilots were ordered to take off and patrol the exterior until they got close enough to launch a full-scale attack. Among those pilots, fresh recruits from Boot Camp scurried around the deck.
“Um, excuse me can you help me out?” A young boy who easily looked lost amid the crowd, walked up to a pilot asking for directions.
“Sorry kid, can’t help you. You’re on your own.” The pilot put on his helmet and got dressed up in his G-Suit. The young lad went to go ask another until he heard his name being shout out among the other many shouts and screams.
“Hey Alex! Yo! Alex over here!” A young man who seemed to be in his late teens called out to Alex. Alex heard his name and rushed to see an old friend.
“Trevin!”, Alex ran up to his old friend and greeted him with a handshake. “I didn’t think I would see you again after Boot Camp.”
“Me neither man, but I guess friends always find each other again in the end.” Trevin gestured to the ship next to him. “This here ship is mine. Still brand new, I’ve only gotten the chance to fly this babe only once before. This will be our second flight together”, Trevin patted the side of the ship. “So you lost man?”
“Unfortunately, yeah.” Alex looked around for a minute and remembered the small piece of paper he had been handed when he was issued a Thunderbolt. Alex showed Trevin the paper, “I’m supposed to look for TB 019. Know which one is that?”
“Mine is 20, so yours should be that one over there.” Trevin pointed to the Thunderbolt 10 feet away from where they stood. A Thunderbolt laid in place, motionless, waiting for the right pilot to fly it into oblivion and back. Only difference between all Thunderbolts was the custom color their pilots chose however, Alex did not chose a custom color.
Alex walked up to the gleaming Thunderbolt with color patterns that even challenged that of famous artists. Blue flames splashed across the lower bottom of the ships hull, and a sharp Thunderbolt symbol was painted on the right side of the cockpit. Whoever colored Alex’s Thunderbolt certainly did have a passion for color variety. Alex put his hand on the cold metal ship, feeling the side of the ship. Trevin walked up to Alex.
“Heard many pilots call it the Rainbow Bolt.” Alex stared at Trevin not knowing how to respond to his remark. “Because of all it colors. The only one here with that many.”
“So this is my ship then?” Alex saw a cart that held his G-suit, helmet, and couple of tools used to repair the Thunderbolt. Among the tools he saw a metallic wrist band. Alex turned back to Trevin who gestured to the wrist band. Fit snug around his wrist. Along the length of the band were small colored buttons.
“That is used to control your ship from the outside”, Trevin explained. “You and only you can use it. You can open your ship’s cockpit from there and tell it to take off without you by pressing that button”, Trevin pointed to a yellow colored button. “The ship even has a self-destruct button, but can only be activated using a safe-code key word.”
“How do I know my key word?” Alex stared at the device on his wrist. Trevin pressed a button on the wrist band. A small female computer voice beeped from the device.
“Word?”
“What does it mean by ‘word’?” Alex stared transfixed on the band.
“That little hole right there is a tiny microphone”, Trevin pointed at a small opening on the edge of the band. “Say ‘Safe-Code’ then say your code word. But you can always do it later.” Trevin was interrupted by a trumpeting siren. It rang throughout the docking bay. A soft female voice rang overhead.
“Attention all Thunderbolt pilots. Rogues are inbound on our location. All Thunderbolt fighters in docking bay G get ready for launch. Thunderbolts 1-25 are free to go. I repeat. All Thunderbolt fighters in docking bay G get ready for launch. Thunderbolts 1-25 are free to go.”
Trevin walked a few steps away from Alex. “You heard the lady Alex, get a move on.” Trevin ran back to his ship and began changing into his suit. Alex stared blankly at the table with his suit on. The touch of the suit was cold and heavy. Reluctantly he began to slip his legs through the sockets in the lower half section. The suit had an odd sense of aura around it which he could not describe the feeling of.
All that was left was his helmet; which could not be found. Alex looked around at the other pilots to give him a hint of where his may be. All of them have either gotten inside their ships or already put them on.
One man had the same dilemma as Alex. Searching for his helmet he peered into his ship’s cockpit. And out he pulled a yellow helmet with crimson flames on the sides. Looking back to his own ship, Alex climbed the ladder to the ships cockpit. His helmet laid in the center of the seat. Splashed with colors of bright aqua blue flames, Alex’s helmet seemed a bit too big for him at first glance. Odd markings were etched into the helmet’s interior.
Alex slipped on his helmet and started preparations for lift-off. Training was nothing like the real thing. Dozens of buttons and small levers filled the dashboard of the ship. Remembering his lessons, Alex started the engine. The ship rumbled violently for a brief moment. Noticeable vibrations emitted from the rear section of the ship. Alex took a quick look around outside, other pilots were already in their ships, engines ready to fly.
“Pilots, Rogues are inbound on our current position.” Karen’s voice hummed through the interior of Alex’s ship. “Eliminate any Rouge ships and protect Lucaracy. If we lose this ship, we have a long war awaiting us. Do not let us down. Reinforcements will arrive in 20 minutes. Hold out as long as possible.” Alex tensed for the moment of ignition. “Pilots, you are free to ignite your engines. Happy Hunting.” Alex pressed on a button. The ship rumbled and a great force of pressure pushed Alex into his seat. Take-off.
Up in the cabin of the illustrious, Lucaracy, technicians working hard to issue orders at every nerve wracking second. Many Operators were standing by waiting to issue orders to the many Thunderbolt pilots awaiting orders in the launch bay.
“Are the Thunderbolts ready?”, questioned Chris. “If we don’t hurry the Rogues will be all over us.”
“Aye, Sir. Thunderbolts 1-25 are ready for launch. 26-50 are still being refueled and rearmed. And the rest of 51-100 are just getting ready to launch.” The man controlling and checking all signals coming from the Thunderbolts looked stressed out, especially with the lack of precious sleep.
“Good, good. I want them to get ready in five. Order them to patrol the exterior for now until further orders are given.”
“Roger that, Sir.”
“And what about the Thunder Hawks? How do they fare?”
“Thunder Hawks just need to be rearmed. Their last mission left them flying home with no bodyguard. It will take them about twenty minutes to complete their rearming process.” Chris had a slick expression on his face. The kind he always gets when cards are against him.
“Tell them to finish up as quick as possible. Those Rogues will take any chance they get to catch us unprepared”, Chris moved to a microphone and pressed a button. His booming voice rang through the decks of the ship, “Attention to all crew members. Rogues are in-bound to our position. I want every man and woman to help out as much as possible. If we can beat the Rogues here, we will be one step closer to ending this god forsaken war. Good luck.”
“Sir, hate to be against you but don’t you think you are rushing the poor people a bit much?” Up on the monitor beamed the ships current A.I. Karen.
“You know as well as I do that we don’t have much time left. Haste makes pace. If we don’t win here, the war wont be ending anytime soon.” Karen’s image flashed and reappeared on a Holo-panel. Seth walked over to a man sitting to the right of him. “Just please go tell the pilots to get ready lieutenant.”
“Aye, Captain!” The busy Operator when to work. Pushing many buttons, calculating war plots, and issuing commands to the one of many Thunderbolt Fighter pilots.
“Sir. Is there anything you would wish me to do?” Karen’s body image matched that of a group of stars behind her hologram.
“I want everybody ready, men and women.”
“Anything else, Sir?”
“Get me a channel link to the ship Onekama.”
“Aye, Sir. Establishing a connection.” Karen’s hologram disappeared from view and reappeared on a monitor. “Connection established, Sir.”
“Good, open monitor communications.” A board dropped down from the ceiling above and lowered to the height of Chris. “Hello Rick. As you are aware, OCO has informed us that a Rogue base has been detected in the Sonora Region. We are about to initiate the attack run now. I would be please if you were to spare a few backup fighters?”
“Hope you don’t get killed out there Chris. I’ll lend you a few men. I want them back without a scratch.” The image of the man received a short amount of static.
“Count on it Rick. They will come back unscathed. Chris Monroe out”.
The image disappeared and the board resided back into the slit in the ceiling. Chris walked down the aisle and stopped momentarily. The crew in the bridge looked at Chris as if waiting for an order. Chris continued walking towards a door. The door opened and he disappeared behind the door.
Down below in the ships starboard docking bay, the many men piloting the Thunderbolts would soon be staring at death in the face. They were trained for that however. The old motto of an experienced veteran Thunderbolt pilot is “If you don’t shoot what’s shooting you, Your missed shot, will become your grave.”
Final preparations are taking place before the pilots take off. Few of them still fresh from Boot Camp. Men on the deck hauled full carts caring the ammunition needed for the Thunderbolts. Others droved Giga-Mechs which carried half a ton missiles. Speakers boomed orders into the crowded bay. The attack run on the Rogues base would take place in a few minutes. First few pilots were ordered to take off and patrol the exterior until they got close enough to launch a full-scale attack. Among those pilots, fresh recruits from Boot Camp scurried around the deck.
“Um, excuse me can you help me out?” A young boy who easily looked lost amid the crowd, walked up to a pilot asking for directions.
“Sorry kid, can’t help you. You’re on your own.” The pilot put on his helmet and got dressed up in his G-Suit. The young lad went to go ask another until he heard his name being shout out among the other many shouts and screams.
“Hey Alex! Yo! Alex over here!” A young man who seemed to be in his late teens called out to Alex. Alex heard his name and rushed to see an old friend.
“Trevin!”, Alex ran up to his old friend and greeted him with a handshake. “I didn’t think I would see you again after Boot Camp.”
“Me neither man, but I guess friends always find each other again in the end.” Trevin gestured to the ship next to him. “This here ship is mine. Still brand new, I’ve only gotten the chance to fly this babe only once before. This will be our second flight together”, Trevin patted the side of the ship. “So you lost man?”
“Unfortunately, yeah.” Alex looked around for a minute and remembered the small piece of paper he had been handed when he was issued a Thunderbolt. Alex showed Trevin the paper, “I’m supposed to look for TB 019. Know which one is that?”
“Mine is 20, so yours should be that one over there.” Trevin pointed to the Thunderbolt 10 feet away from where they stood. A Thunderbolt laid in place, motionless, waiting for the right pilot to fly it into oblivion and back. Only difference between all Thunderbolts was the custom color their pilots chose however, Alex did not chose a custom color.
Alex walked up to the gleaming Thunderbolt with color patterns that even challenged that of famous artists. Blue flames splashed across the lower bottom of the ships hull, and a sharp Thunderbolt symbol was painted on the right side of the cockpit. Whoever colored Alex’s Thunderbolt certainly did have a passion for color variety. Alex put his hand on the cold metal ship, feeling the side of the ship. Trevin walked up to Alex.
“Heard many pilots call it the Rainbow Bolt.” Alex stared at Trevin not knowing how to respond to his remark. “Because of all it colors. The only one here with that many.”
“So this is my ship then?” Alex saw a cart that held his G-suit, helmet, and couple of tools used to repair the Thunderbolt. Among the tools he saw a metallic wrist band. Alex turned back to Trevin who gestured to the wrist band. Fit snug around his wrist. Along the length of the band were small colored buttons.
“That is used to control your ship from the outside”, Trevin explained. “You and only you can use it. You can open your ship’s cockpit from there and tell it to take off without you by pressing that button”, Trevin pointed to a yellow colored button. “The ship even has a self-destruct button, but can only be activated using a safe-code key word.”
“How do I know my key word?” Alex stared at the device on his wrist. Trevin pressed a button on the wrist band. A small female computer voice beeped from the device.
“Word?”
“What does it mean by ‘word’?” Alex stared transfixed on the band.
“That little hole right there is a tiny microphone”, Trevin pointed at a small opening on the edge of the band. “Say ‘Safe-Code’ then say your code word. But you can always do it later.” Trevin was interrupted by a trumpeting siren. It rang throughout the docking bay. A soft female voice rang overhead.
“Attention all Thunderbolt pilots. Rogues are inbound on our location. All Thunderbolt fighters in docking bay G get ready for launch. Thunderbolts 1-25 are free to go. I repeat. All Thunderbolt fighters in docking bay G get ready for launch. Thunderbolts 1-25 are free to go.”
Trevin walked a few steps away from Alex. “You heard the lady Alex, get a move on.” Trevin ran back to his ship and began changing into his suit. Alex stared blankly at the table with his suit on. The touch of the suit was cold and heavy. Reluctantly he began to slip his legs through the sockets in the lower half section. The suit had an odd sense of aura around it which he could not describe the feeling of.
All that was left was his helmet; which could not be found. Alex looked around at the other pilots to give him a hint of where his may be. All of them have either gotten inside their ships or already put them on.
One man had the same dilemma as Alex. Searching for his helmet he peered into his ship’s cockpit. And out he pulled a yellow helmet with crimson flames on the sides. Looking back to his own ship, Alex climbed the ladder to the ships cockpit. His helmet laid in the center of the seat. Splashed with colors of bright aqua blue flames, Alex’s helmet seemed a bit too big for him at first glance. Odd markings were etched into the helmet’s interior.
Alex slipped on his helmet and started preparations for lift-off. Training was nothing like the real thing. Dozens of buttons and small levers filled the dashboard of the ship. Remembering his lessons, Alex started the engine. The ship rumbled violently for a brief moment. Noticeable vibrations emitted from the rear section of the ship. Alex took a quick look around outside, other pilots were already in their ships, engines ready to fly.
“Pilots, Rogues are inbound on our current position.” Karen’s voice hummed through the interior of Alex’s ship. “Eliminate any Rouge ships and protect Lucaracy. If we lose this ship, we have a long war awaiting us. Do not let us down. Reinforcements will arrive in 20 minutes. Hold out as long as possible.” Alex tensed for the moment of ignition. “Pilots, you are free to ignite your engines. Happy Hunting.” Alex pressed on a button. The ship rumbled and a great force of pressure pushed Alex into his seat. Take-off.
