Post by HCR¬Ɗẩᴙᴷ on Jan 20, 2011 22:59:06 GMT -6
The story I long ago said I was going to type, but never ended up posting, is finally going to be finished! Here is a little preview of my story. Since I had to switch what I used to type my story with I had to edit things, retype things, change things, and I even a lot more detail into the story. In other words a complete redo. Let me know what you think of my story. If you like it, then type your reply in green. Like it but want some things changed or done, reply in teal. If you don't like it reply in red. Here's your preview.
Captain McCoy sat in his black leather chair, thinking about what else could be done on a soulless Monday afternoon. Or so the clock read. Aboard the unique Solar Moon. Still has the “fresh from the factory smell” to it. Due to the increasing amounts of Rogues in space, most new ships have been ordered to be equipped with weapons with incredible power. Enough to destroy a mountain top. McCoy did not care for the use of weapons against an enemy who can easily capture them. Rogues had an incredible amount of “Hacking” skills. Looking off into space, memories of great wars against Rogues and Spark Novas swelled inside the captains head. A heavy prince the White Fangs paid. A spark in the black abyss that is the dark and deep space caught his eye. The spark slowly became a soft florescent glow. It was just the reflection on the glass or the entry door opening. Not caring who it was, McCoy turned and greeted the man with a warm smile.
“Enjoy the new view, Mark?”, joked the man who entered. “This view reminds me of the good old times back inside the Thunderbolt squadron. You still remember that Mark?”
“Yeah, I still do Jeff. Can’t still believe our luck.”, McCoy reminisced about flying in the elite squadron, Thunderbolts. The secondary most dangerous job in the war.
“Those men died for a good cause. You and I both new that it might happen, but we still joined. We were young dare devils. War is war Mark.”
“War does not need to happen in the first place. War is man’s creation.”
“What counts is that we are alive Mark. And the rest we flew with will not be forgotten”, Jeff moved around the cabin, and dropped a file onto a desk cluttered with many war documents, Nav chips, and Data ROMs. “I hate to bring up old memories, but a message from the Megaliths was recovered only just recently.” McCoy felt his heart get lodged in his throat.
“They found them?”, McCoy felt a sudden rush of euphoria.
“Not necessarily. They only found a message”, McCoy sat down. “Only a message and two videos."
Not sure why it posted like that without the indents... But just try your best at reading it, I'll fix that problem later.
If you have some ideas for me, feel free to leave a suggestion below.
You might wonder what "Thunderbolts" and "Spark Novas" and also what "Rogues" are. I might post up a post which explains it all. Or I could leave you guys to guess and imagine what they are or look like.
Captain McCoy sat in his black leather chair, thinking about what else could be done on a soulless Monday afternoon. Or so the clock read. Aboard the unique Solar Moon. Still has the “fresh from the factory smell” to it. Due to the increasing amounts of Rogues in space, most new ships have been ordered to be equipped with weapons with incredible power. Enough to destroy a mountain top. McCoy did not care for the use of weapons against an enemy who can easily capture them. Rogues had an incredible amount of “Hacking” skills. Looking off into space, memories of great wars against Rogues and Spark Novas swelled inside the captains head. A heavy prince the White Fangs paid. A spark in the black abyss that is the dark and deep space caught his eye. The spark slowly became a soft florescent glow. It was just the reflection on the glass or the entry door opening. Not caring who it was, McCoy turned and greeted the man with a warm smile.
“Enjoy the new view, Mark?”, joked the man who entered. “This view reminds me of the good old times back inside the Thunderbolt squadron. You still remember that Mark?”
“Yeah, I still do Jeff. Can’t still believe our luck.”, McCoy reminisced about flying in the elite squadron, Thunderbolts. The secondary most dangerous job in the war.
“Those men died for a good cause. You and I both new that it might happen, but we still joined. We were young dare devils. War is war Mark.”
“War does not need to happen in the first place. War is man’s creation.”
“What counts is that we are alive Mark. And the rest we flew with will not be forgotten”, Jeff moved around the cabin, and dropped a file onto a desk cluttered with many war documents, Nav chips, and Data ROMs. “I hate to bring up old memories, but a message from the Megaliths was recovered only just recently.” McCoy felt his heart get lodged in his throat.
“They found them?”, McCoy felt a sudden rush of euphoria.
“Not necessarily. They only found a message”, McCoy sat down. “Only a message and two videos."
Not sure why it posted like that without the indents... But just try your best at reading it, I'll fix that problem later.
If you have some ideas for me, feel free to leave a suggestion below.
You might wonder what "Thunderbolts" and "Spark Novas" and also what "Rogues" are. I might post up a post which explains it all. Or I could leave you guys to guess and imagine what they are or look like.
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