Wednesday, 29 January 2014

The Space-Kite - Chapter 4 - Skirmish at Sedocho 7 (FTL Fanfic - WIP)

So chapter 4 took me about a billion years to write. Okay, maybe just 4 months, but it sure felt like a huge time. Anyways, this chapter is super huge with a long battle so yeah...

Also, woohoo, it's no longer an untitled fanfic! #EXTREMEHAPPYFACE

In any case, at the end I kinda got tired of this being worked on for long & just pushed it out there. So I'm kinda on the fence regarding the ending of this chapter. So give me some feedback on that, yo!

Don't forget, this is the first time I'm putting one of my stories online. So please give me feedback, point out flaws in my writing so I can fix them & tell me how I can improve the story in pacing, technique, dialogue, characterization & whatnot.


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Chapter 4   Skirmish at Sedocho 7

Residing on the very outskirt of the Kostaii nebula, Sedocho 7 is one of the few binary star systems in the Sedocho sector. Except for a few automated scientific vessels studying the two stars, the system is otherwise uninhabited. The FTL beacon at Sedocho 7 connects to a long range beacon located inside the Kostaii nebula. About 8 parsecs in diameter and filled with young massive protostars giving the emission nebula an orange-red hue, Kostaii is a spectacular sight to behold and drew many tourists to Sedocho prior to the Federation-Mantis War.
Presently, a large, red, bomber-class craft of the Sevril clan military was stationed a little ways off from the Sedocho 7 FTL beacon. The bomber had recently received a large payload of kinetic ammo and rock mines from a supply craft and was now preparing to jump to the long range beacon inside the nebula. The Kostaii long range beacon would take them to the nebula sector Limawi which houses a few human colonies which the bomber was instructed to destroy with extreme prejudice.
As the bomber was preparing the final checkup procedures before heading out, its crew was startled by the sudden arrival of a small Kestrel class ship. Sedocho 7 being a remote beacon, the most obvious reason for a small civilian craft like a Kestrel to jump here would be because they are either mercenaries or pirates.
Tojjick Lepthin, the captain of the mantis bomber, immediately opened communication channels and hailed the newcomer spacecraft. Having a rather spindly physique, Tojjick had spent the larger duration of his military career being scoffed at by his peers and had to mandible and claw his way up the chain of command. He was recently promoted to captaincy and this bombing run was his first solo mission. Therefore, he wanted it to go as smoothly as possible to make the best impression on both his peers and his crew. You only get one chance at a first impression.
Tojjick spoke on the intercraft comm channel, “This is TojjicklepthinSevril of the Sevril clan military, captain of the vessel Rogdus 4. To whoever is in charge of the Kestrel, you are trespassing in Sevril military space. State your identification and business. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your weapons depowered.”
Immediately, the image of a thin human wearing a plain checkered shirt appeared on the vidscreen. “Whoops! Didn’ kno’ this ‘ere beacon was all militarized an’ stuff. Sorry officer. This here’s Cap’n Reyn of the craft Miranda, id 59-Feezy-S4. We was jus’ passin’ through to Limawi with some cargo.” Captain Bear Lagardy gave one of The Space-Kite’s cover informations to the bomber.
Tojjick replied, “Miranda, eh? Alright. Slow your velocity while we check your credentials.”
“Sure thing, mate”, Lagardy said as he slowed The Space-Kite’s forward velocity and slowly turned its left side towards the bomber, keeping the Artemis launcher on the starboard hull hidden. He spoke in The Space-Kite’s intercom, “Depower the lasers Rafiq but keep the Artemis ready.”
“Okay, I gotta ask. Why does the captain talk in that silly accent when talking to enemy ships?” Rafiq asked Sofia while depowering the two laser weapons. “He must know that the universal translator doesn’t convert accents.”
Sofia shrugged her shoulders. “Lagardy claims that he can think like a merc better when talking in that accent. To be honest, the more I think about it, the less sense it makes.”
Rafiq shook his head at Sofia’s response. Instead of thinking about the captain’s odd habits, he decided to study the weapons configuration of the bomber. The large craft featured 4 weapons – a heavy ion cannon, a hull-ripper beam, a large-sized missile launcher and lastly, a bomb launcher. The 4 weapons made a terrifying combination if used intelligently.
***
“Captain Lepthin. The identification checks out. Miranda is a mercenary vessel of certain reputation under private ownership of a human with the name Josetty Reyn”, the voice of the young communications officer informed Tojjick through the intercom.
Tojjick started speaking on the intercraft comm, “Your identification checks out Captain Reyn. According to standard military procedures, now we are supposed to board your vessel for …” Tojjick stopped. He had just remembered what the crew was discussing at breakfast earlier. Some of the crew were concerned regarding the fact that their intel on their 3 target space stations was about 5 divs old. In a time of war that’s a significantly long time. If the Federation had figured out that these 3 remote bases were ripe for an attack and fortified them accordingly, the mission could easily end up going particularly badly.
Tojjick was considering the option of hiring this fortuitously appearing mercenary craft to scout out the stations; a quite unorthodox strategy and one which most of his close-minded peers would surely sneer at in disgust. But Tojjick was never one for traditions. He cleared his throat with a short cough before speaking again. “As I was saying, now we are to board your vessel for a thorough check. But we happen to be on a tight schedule. Anyway, your id says you’re a mercenary vessel, correct?”
“Me an’ the crew, we prefer the term privateer, officer. But if ya’s lookin’ for a job to be done…” Bear baited the hook.
“Maybe. How are your crew at recon?”
“A scoutin’ job? That’s like free money. We jus’ hang around at a distance, let our sensors do all the work and get paid. What’chu got in mind?”
“Space stations. 3 of them. And we need them fast. At most within half a div. Think you can handle it?”
“Mate, you’s insultin’ us. Miranda ‘ere made a run through end-to-end of the Solcen sector with goods them Feders deem illegal in less than 15 hours. Long as you can pay, you got yo’self a deal. And lemme be honest ‘ere, 3 stations ain’t gonna be cheap.”
“How does 3 stationful of scraps sound for a payment?”
“Gotcha”, Sofia whispered excitedly at Rafiq.
Bear grinned in success. He said in the intercraft commlink, “Woah mate, you wantin’ to smash up 3 stations after we scout ‘em for ya? That there’s military action. I don’t wanna be caught in the crossfire in this little war you got goin’ on with the Feders.”
Tojjic grumbled to himself, “Cowards!” But knowing that the benefits of a recon run would be invaluable, he composed himself and spoke calmly on the comm, “Think about it Captain Reyn. With that much scrap, you and your crew can retire for life. Plus, The Federation will never even know you were involved. Clan’s honour.”
Without responding to Tojjick’s message, Bear powered the starboard side thrusters to slowly start turning to face the bomber. He quickly spoke over the intercom, “Rafiq, power up the lasers. Pomeroy, prepare for some evasive flying. Get ready everyone.”
“Captain Reyn, do you copy? Respond.” Tojjick was starting to get impatient.
Bear pressed the button for the intercraft comm channel and spoke, “A’ight mate. We read ya’. Jus’ one thing.”
“What?” Tojjick enquired.
And immediately Tojjick received his answer in the form of an Artemis warhead which flew out of the missile launcher from the far side of the Kestrel and blazed towards his ship.
Tojjick was stunned at seeing the missile. He couldn’t give any orders to his crew. He just watched as the missile came and hit dead centre on the hull of the room containing the shield system, exploding silently and chipping away at the hull of the large spacecraft. The in-craft camera in the shield room displayed the shield control system sparking wildly as one layer of the ionic shield surrounding the bomber turned off.
Seeing his crewmember battle the electrical sparks in the shield room shook Tojjick out of his trance. He held back the rage bubbling within him and shouted orders to his crew.
Aboard The Space-Kite, Sofia stood up from her chair beside Rafiq to get a better angle at the vidscreen showing the sensor reading of the enemy craft’s layout. She immediately noticed the patterns of doors opening and closing on the bomber and spoke fast, “They’re ‘porting. Zekko, heads up.”
And almost instantly the telltale sound of a teleport was heard in the storage cabin between the life support system and weapons bay which was immediately followed by the noise of claws scrambling against the blast doors to the weapons room.
“Oh that’s a bad position”, said Sofia as she calmly but rapidly unholstered her laser pistol.
Rafiq stared at the door with frightful eyes while fumbling to release the belt of his holster. Sofia noticed this and said, “Fick, focus. This is my job. You’re on weapons.”
“Uh right”. Rafiq stopped fiddling with his holster and turned back to the weapons control screen just in time to notice the heavy ion cannon on the bomber fire a pulsating blob of highly ionised particles.
Lagardy was still getting The Space-Kite fully combat-mobile. He chose to let the ion packet hit in order to prepare to dodge the missile that would soon follow. The ion shot hit the shield bubble surrounding the Kestrel, causing minor electrical sparks to appear in the shield controls in front of Zekko and disabled one layer of the ionic shield temporarily.
The burst laser was already fully charged and as soon as the shields were disabled by the ion shot, the hull laser became fully charged as well. Rafiq fired an alpha strike. As the 5 laser packets flew towards the bomber, a kinetic warhead flew out from its missile launcher heading towards The Space-Kite. Rafiq immediately recognized the missile as a Hermes, a scaled up version of the Artemis carrying 50% more kinetic payload.
The leading laser packet hit the single remaining shield of the bomber. The mantis craft executed standard evasive maneuvers to dodge the following packets of high energy particles. It managed to evade the following 2 but the last 2 laser shots hit squarely on the weapons bay, immediately depowering the Hermes launcher.
Meanwhile, the Hermes warhead was accelerating towards the Kestrel class ship. Bear quickly spoke over the intercom, “Pomeroy, prep for starboardside max thrust. I’d really hate to mess up our new paint job.”
Pomeroy responded, “Confusion, captain. Painting was not…”
“Figure of speech Poms. Just dodge.” Sofia said with annoyance in her voice as she pointed her laser pistol towards the blast doors which were starting to make a whirring noise from the sides.
When the Hermes almost reached the shield layer over the right wing of The Space-Kite, Bear quickly ordered, “Now.” Pomeroy flicked a switch and the impulse engines on the right side of the ship spew out dark matter particles resulting in a net leftward motion of the entire craft. The missile was unable to recalculate its trajectory so close to the ship and flew past The Space-Kite harmlessly.
The missile, now moving through space at a blazing speed, would run out of fuel very soon and the moment the fuel reserve reaches zero, the k-ammo would self-detonate, sending pieces of the missile in all directions and ensuring that it is no longer a threat to any ship in the future.
The scrambling of claws on the blast doors stopped. Immediately the doors slid open to show 2 very menacing looking mantises standing at the doorframe. Sofia fired a shot from her laser pistol while yelling in the intercom, “Zek. They’re in.”
The heavy ion pulse having just dissipated, Zekko sent a ‘refresh’ pulse to the shield layers and started towards the weapons room.
In the weapons room, the leading mantis ducked the laser shot which hit one of the tool crates in the storage room which landed on the second mantis’ foot. Rafiq turned on his chair, his hand already heading for the holster. The leading mantis snarled and leaped towards Sofia. Sofia hopped back a bit and the mantis landed right in front of her with its claw poised for a strike.
Suddenly an odd loud whoosh sound emanated from the ceiling of the weapons room. Rafiq, Sofia and the 2 mantises all looked up at the ceiling, near the centre of which a spheroid metallic object was materialising from within a spatial rift. All 4 pairs of eyes immediately bulged in horror at the realization of what that thing was.
***
Instantly, the metallic shell of the breach bomb exploded into hundreds of shrapnels, all directed towards the portion of the ceiling straight above it. Most of the concentrated blast of sharp metallic shrapnels punctured through that portion of the hull of the weapons bay. A few pieces of shrapnel were reflected off the hull back down towards the occupants of the room.
Sofia immediately shifted her body, standing lateral to the rain of sharp blades. As a result, she only suffered minor grazes but no direct hit from any shrapnel. The mantis that was about to attack her tried to jump backwards to the storage room but wasn’t fast enough. He managed to cover his face but his body’s front side was hit with multiple shrapnels as he fell from the impact on his buddy standing at the doorway and both of them tumbled inelegantly in the storage room.
The moment Rafiq saw the breach bomb he jumped out of the weapons control chair to hide behind it but he was too slow. His entire right side was pelted with multiple shrapnels sending him crashing on the floor beside the chair, writhing in pain as blood started seeping out of the wounds, soaking his clothes. But the excruciating pain was the second thing on his mind. The first was the gaping hole in the ceiling, through which the air in the room was now flowing out into the vacuum of space.
Since gravlock system is mandatory on all spacecrafts, the occupants in the room were not in any danger of getting vented out into space along with the outrushing air. However they would soon start to asphyxiate in the lack of a breathable atmosphere.
Suddenly, the forward starboard side door of the weapons bay slid open and Zekko appeared in the doorframe. And seeing the chaos in the weapons room, even his stony face displayed an expression of shock.
Sofia hopped over to Rafiq’s side and, quickly assessing his injuries, hoisted him up by his left arm. Zekko fired a suppressing shot towards the storage room wherein the 2 boarder were starting to get back on their feet. Sofia hurriedly spoke in the intercom while walking to the door with Rafiq, “Cap, weapon’s breached and Fick’s got multiple shraps. I’m taking him to the medbay.”
Lagardy replied immediately, “Copy that. Zekko, get back to shields. I’m venting.”
As Sofia helped Rafiq to the medbay, the 2 blast doors to the portside airlock opened on their left, displaying the beautiful colours of the Kostaii nebula while air flowed out from the room into space.
Inside the medbay, Sofia hastily laid Rafiq on the medical bed and powered up the medibot control system. She quickly booted up the emergency healing program and immediately thousands of medical nanobots, that were lying dormant within both their bodies, started repairing the damaged cells. However, since the tiny medibots can’t remove shrapnels embedded in a patient’s body, Sofia grabbed the de-shrapper from the wall-cabinet.
In the mean time, Rafiq used his left arm to get his datapad out of his pant pocket. He booted up the remote link to the weapons controls and soon, he could control the weapons from his datapad, albeit with slight latency.
As Sofia started to pull out the shrapnels one by one out of Rafiq’s right arm, he fired an Artemis with his left. Tojjick noticed the Artemis and gave precise piloting commands allowing his ship to dodge the missile effortlessly. Noticing that his own missile was semi-repaired, Tojjick bypassed the reactor power from the hull beam to the Hermes.
Rafiq noticed from the in-craft camera footage that the 2 mantises were almost about to reach the outer layer of charging conduits. He immediately shunted some of the reactor power around, allowing the Artemis to get disabled when the 2 mantises cut the wire in the conduits. However, this gave time for both the laser weapon to power up and Rafiq fired an alpha strike.
The bomber tried evasive maneuvers but 3 laser shots out of 5 hit their target – one disabling the single layer of ionic shielding allowing the other 2 shots to go through unimpeded, one hitting the life support system, disabling it entirely, and the other hitting the engines room, lowering the maneuverability of the impulse engines.
Noticing the extensive damage to Rogdus 4, Tojjick ordered his crew to repair the life support first but he also directed 2 crewmembers to the cargo bay. He had decided to try a new strategy, one nobody would be crazy enough to predict.
Meanwhile, the weapons bay of The Space-Kite was slowly losing breathable atmosphere and the 2 mantises were now banging their claws on the blast door controls to get to the next room.
Bear was surprised to see the large bomber fly closer to The Space-Kite – closer than the minimum safe distance for inter-craft combat. The heavy ion on the bomber fired again. Realizing that Tojjick had a plan, Bear chose to let the ion shot hit, dropping the shields down to level 1 again. Suddenly, the cargo bay ramp of Rogdus 4 opened and 2 mantises in EVA suits pushed out 3 objects, which slowly floated towards The Space-Kite.
***
Bear was confused. The shapes of the 3 objects were familiar to him but he couldn’t remember where he had seen them before. He spoke on the intercom, “Hey guys. Does anyone recognise what those 3 things are?”
Almost instantly, Zekko shouted from the shields room, “Captain, those are rock mines. Reverse thrust FAST!”
Bear immediately remembered what they were. Made by rock pirates, rock mines were a particularly nasty type of mine. They were about 4 k-ammo’s worth of kinetic payload jammed inside a boarding drone’s chassis. If a rock mine latched onto a ship’s hull, it would slowly burrow inside the ship and soon after, burst in a tremendous explosion of hot metal and shrapnel. They were the bane of any ship passing through areas prowled by rock pirates. 3 of them would definitely be enough to crack a Kestrel wide open.
Bear shouted on the intercom, “Reverse thrust, Pome…”
Pomeroy cut him off, “Engine level, incapable of reverse thrust of magnitude required to outrun rock mines. Suggestion, evasive flight maneuvers.”
“Crap!” Bear stuttered trying to think of a solution. “Reverse anyway. It’ll buy us some time.”
“Roger”, Pomeroy replied and angled the impulse engines forward and gunned them. The Space-Kite started accelerating in reverse.
“Rafiq, can you shoot them down?” asked Captain Lagardy.
Rafiq mentally predicted the 3 mines’ trajectory while he depowered the hull laser and started charging up the Artemis. He replied, “I may be able to take down the last one with a manual shot if you can give me some time for the burst laser to charge up.”
Bear made some mental calculations of his own. “Alright. You got it. Everyone, brace for it!” He then took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles. “Pomeroy! Let’s show ‘em how to fly!” As he spoke, Bear placed both his palms flat on the flight control screen.
As the first rock mine barrelled down towards The Space-Kite, the Hermes on Rogdus 4 charged up to full and Tojjick immediately fired the missile. As was the mantis code of conduct, there’s no kill like overkill.
However, upon noticing the missile launcher charging up, Bear had already taken into account the Hermes firing. In fact, a crucial part of his crazy plan depended on Tojjick firing it. Bear turned all impulse engines backwards and slowed down the Kestrel’s reverse velocity, rapidly coming to a standstill.
The Hermes quickly outflied the mine farthest from the Kestrel. As the closest mine detected proximity to a spacecraft and prepared its hooks and drills, Bear pointed the starboard and port side engines oppositely and fired them both at maximum thrust. The resulting torque rotated the body of the Kestrel about its longitudinal axis while the craft started travelling forwards.
The first mine was unable to recalculate its trajectory fast enough and passed by under the Kestrel. But it soon turned around and came after the ship from behind.
The Hermes outflied the second mine and came towards The Space-Kite head on, its guidance system able to account for the ship’s screw driver maneuver. As the missile reached the shield layer, Bear angled all thrusters downwards thereby giving the ship a net upwards velocity. The missile passed by the underside of the ship harmlessly and landed squarely on the mine coming behind the Kestrel. The nigh-impossible accuracy of this maneuver stunned Tojjick aboard Rogdus 4. He wondered aloud whether the missile hitting the mine was a fluke.
Most of the debris from the explosion landed on the shields harmlessly. However, a single piece hit the second mine as it neared The Space-Kite, damaging its proximity detection system and thus disabling the hooks and drills. The mine careened towards the shield room unguided and exploded on making contact with the hull. The shockwave on the shield room’s hull damaged the shield generator, dropping the shield to level 1 and sparks from the generator started a fire in the shield room.
Zekko, being a rock, was able to withstand temperatures up to 500K. So the fire didn’t bother him in the slightest, only the smoke. He simply slammed his large feet over the areas which were on fire, covering the flames and putting them out with relative ease.
The burst laser charged to full and Rafiq disabled the automatic targeting on it. He took careful aim and fired it, while accounting for the datapad’s latency. All 3 laser packets missed the last rock mine but they passed by close enough to overheat its k-ammo payload, exploding it outside The Space-Kite’s shield layer and therefore, making the debris harmless to the ship.
By this time, the 2 half-asphyxiated mantis boarders had managed to manually override the blast door controls in the almost-vacuum weapons bay. The blast doors led them out from the almost-vacuum weapons bay into the room next to the portside airlock. However, they found, to their horror, that the doors to the airlock and the outer blast doors in said airlock were all fully open to space. And the room that they were now in was entirely devoid of any atmosphere.
The 2 of them scrambled to get the remote control pad for the teleporter system out of their pocket as they both collapsed on the floor. In their final moments of consciousness, they pressed the return button on the control pad, wishing they had the foresight of doing it earlier. By the time their bodies materialised inside Rogdus 4’s teleporter room, they were both dead.
As soon as the 2 boarders teleported out, Captain Lagardy closed all external doors and opened all internal ones, except the weapons room, to speedily balance the atmosphere within the ship so the hull breach in the weapons room can be repaired in relative safety.
***
Due to the forward velocity of The Space-Kite, the ship was now quite close to the bomber – closer than the safe combat distance. But this time, it was the Kestrel’s turn. Rafiq disabled auto-targeting on the Artemis and fired the missile manually. Tojjick noticed the incoming warhead and, to account for his weakened engines from the prior attack, ordered his ship to move such that the Artemis hits a non-essential part of the hull and not on any vital systems.
But Rafiq didn’t aim for any system. And so, despite the bomber’s movements, the Artemis was able to land on its intended target, the still-open ramp of the cargo bay. The explosion from the Artemis broke off the hinges on one side of the ramp. The two mantis crewmembers in spacesuits were further back in the room and remained unharmed. However, the shockwave from the blast activated one of the rock mines that were kept near the top of the ramp for a future attack.
The hooks and drills on the rock mine immediately activated and it clamped down on the floor of the cargo bay. The two mantis crew rushed towards the mine to disable it. But before they could even touch it, the mine exploded, tearing off an entire section of the hull on the floor of the cargo bay and sending violent shockwaves through the hull of the large bomber. Crates of cargo flew out from the bomber. Visible amongst them was a mangled EVA suit which until very recently had a live crew inside. The wriggling body of the other crewmember, still alive in his spacesuit, screamed for help as he floated farther and farther away from the bomber.
By this time, Sofia had managed to fully de-shrap Rafiq’s right arm. Now there were just 3 shrapnels remaining which were embedded in his right leg. Rafiq grabbed hold of the de-shrapper from Sofia in his now-healed right arm and told her, “I got this. You go take care of the weapons breach.”
“Are you sure?” Sofia asked, unconvinced that the greenie could de-shrap himself effectively.
“I just saw you do it. Go already.” Rafiq insisted.
Sofia nodded and ran out the now open door.
“Pomeroy, go help Sofia with the breach. We need all weapons online, fast.” Bear spoke on the intercom while opening all doors to the weapons bay. Air rushed from the nearby rooms out the hull breach in the weapons room but the outrushing air provided a semi-breathable atmosphere for Sofia and Pomeroy to work in.
In the weapons bay, Sofia took a large breath and grabbed one of the compressed carbolinum sheets that were kept in every room for sealing breaches while Pomeroy entered the room and picked up the hull repair gel sprayer. Sofia held the sheet up to the hole in the ceiling, covering it and stopping the outflow of air while Pomeroy started spraying the repair gel around its edges. The gel activated the nanofibres in the carbolinum and caused them to expand and latch on to the broken nanofibers in the carbolinum hull around the breach hole. The nanofibers bonded with each other quite quickly, thereby repairing the hull.
Rafiq used the de-shrapper to carefully remove the metal pieces from his leg, all the while keeping an eye on his datapad.
The breach bomb on Rogdus 4 fired again. This time, however, Bear made the side thrusters give a sudden downward thrust which messed up the telemetry of the bomb and it materialized outside and above the body of the Kestrel, exploding harmlessly as the metal shrapnels were intercepted by the ionic shield.
“Zekko reporting. The fire’s out but shields are down to level 1. Repairing”, Zekko gave a sitrep as he opened up the cover of the shield generator to fix the damage caused by the fire.
“You killed 4 of my crew”, came a shout from the universal translator. Tojjick was furious. “You’re dead. You hear me, merc meatbags? You’re all dead!”
Immediately the bomb launcher on Rogdus 4 was depowered and the hull ripper beam started charging up.
Rafiq fired an Artemis quickly followed by a volley from the burst laser. Unfortunately, despite its weakened engines, Tojjick was able to effectively dodge the missile about to hit the shield room. And by the time the burst laser shots reached the bomber, the shield generator was repaired to full and the second layer shield was already activated. The first 2 laser packets did manage to hit the shields, temporarily disabling both layers but the third one missed.
Rafiq grumbled and depowered the Artemis. He wasn’t going to waste as much k-ammo as in his first battle. So he repowered the hull laser.
The missile launcher on the bomber shot another Hermes. Without Pomeroy at the engine room performing minor angular adjustments of the impulse thrusters, Lagardy used a standard dodging maneuver to bypass the missile. This move, however, allowed the weapons controller aboard Rogdus 4 track The Space-Kite’s telemetry for the next few seconds, meaning that it was wide open for the next attack, which came immediately in the form of a pulsating blob of ion from the heavy ion cannon.
Zekko was still operating on the shields so the heavy ion packet hit the single layer of shield, disabling it and causing some threatening-looking, but quite harmless, sparks in the shield generator, right in Zekko’s face.
Without any shields, The Space-Kite was fully exposed to the hull beam which was still charging. Rafiq yelled in the intercom, “Pomeroy! Beam’s coming! We need shields!” as he yanked out the last shrapnel from his leg and swore at his datapad seeing that the hull laser wasn’t yet fully charged.
In the weapons room, the breach was nearly sealed with a few small openings still remaining. Pomeroy heard Rafiq over the intercom and started, “Importance of shiel…” Sofia snatched the gel sprayer from Pomeroy and said, “I can calculate too. Go!”
Pomeroy quickly arrived in the shield room and crouched down beside Zekko and, with a short glance, analyzed the damage in the shield generator. He extended his hands which immediately formed crude tendrils which slithered their way to the damaged regions and the nanomachines started repairing them.
But before the repair was complete, the hull beam fired. The searing red hot photonic stream struck the Kestrel, passing over the empty room behind the cockpit, the sensor room and the door control room.
Rafiq winced at the damage while hopping down from the medical bed. He quickly fired his finally-ready alpha strike. The 5 laser packets flew threateningly towards the large bomber. But Tojjick was ready for it. He used Bear’s own strategy and angled his impulse engines to provide Rogdus 4 a spin. Although the 2 leading lasers hit the shields getting Rafiq’s hopes up, the spin allowed the large craft to dodge the rest of the laser shots.
Rafiq gave out a frustrating sigh and quickly put the de-shrapper in the cabinet, turned off the medibot control system and ran back to the weapons room. He entered the room to see Sofia drop the repair gel on her stool, having completed the hull repair. Rafiq quickly grabbed some spare wiring and started reconnecting the outer charging conduit in the weapons system.
Sofia looked at the dark outline of The Space-Kite and Rogdus 4 on Rafiq’s datapad – a result of their disabled sensors. But she was thinking of something else.
“Captain?”
“What is it Sofia?”
“They’re down 4 crew.”
“I noticed. Are you sure you can do it?”
“Zekko?”
Zekko and Pomeroy were still repairing the shield generator. But knowing that an engi’s nanomachine tendrils can repair faster than he ever could, Zekko stood up and punched his palm decisively. “Let’s do it.”
Bear nodded. “Alright. Pomeroy, hurry back to engines. I’m shunting some power to the teleporter.”
Rafiq looked up at Sofia in shock, mid-repair. For a human, teleporting inside a mantis ship was nigh-suicidal. He could barely whisper out, “Good luck Sof.”
Sofia nodded silently and headed out to the teleporter room. Zekko soon entered the weapons room and followed her out, giving Rafiq a little salute.
Rafiq quickly finished repairing and sat on the weapons control chair just in time to see both the heavy ion and the Hermes launcher on Rogdus 4 fire simultaneously.
Bear gritted his teeth. “Pommy? Are you in engines yet?”
“Not yet captain”, Pomeroy replied as he hurriedly reattached the cover to the shield generator.
Bear cringed. He couldn’t dodge both attacks without Pomeroy’s minute adjustments. And to top it off, the second layer of shields wasn’t ready yet and the hull beam on Rogdus 4 was fully charged for another lase as soon as the ion hits. His mind raced for a solution and came up with the only possible one.
“Alright. Tactical damage it is. Everyone, brace again.” Bear spoke over the intercom and swerved The Space-Kite sideways. The ion pulse missed its target but the Hermes corrected its telemetry and slammed straight on the large room beside the starboard airlock and started a fire.
Bear gave an audible whew as he vented the room. Despite the hull integrity of The Space-Kite dropping to 30%, Bear was glad that he was able to prevent the Hermes from hitting a system room.
“All right. We’re all set”, Sofia said from the teleporter room.
“Gotcha”, replied Rafiq and fired an alpha strike for the bomber’s medbay. The first 2 burst laser packets struck the shields but the third missed. The leading hull laser also missed and just as Rafiq was about to punch the controls, the last hull laser struck home on the medbay.
“Yes! Their medbay’s down!” Rafiq was elated.
“Grundi! Sunn! Don’t either of you dare die!”, Bear ordered.
With a short salute, Sofia pressed the depart button on the crew teleporter and it noisily created a spatial rift surrounding her and Zekko which immediately transported them to the broken medbay on Rogdus 4.
***
Sofia and Zekko appeared in the large medical bay to find the bodies of the 2 mantises who boarded The Space-Kite just a few minutes ago and a third mantis, wounded but alive, clawing feverishly at the broken medibot control system trying to repair the damage from the laser strike. The mantis immediately turned around upon seeing the rift appear and fired a shot from her laser pistol towards the sudden boarding party. Sofia quickly ducked the shot and returned fire from her own pistol with Zekko following suit.
In the bomber’s cockpit, Tojjick was caught completely unawares by the 2 boarders. He never imagined that a human mercenary crew can have the guts to board a mantis military ship. He’d have considered the boarders suicidal if 4 of his crew weren’t already killed by said mercenary craft’s attacks.
While the rest of Tojjick’s crew scrambled towards the medbay to repel the boarders, Rafiq fired an Artemis which struck the shields room of Rogdus 4. Tojjick retaliated with an ion shot followed soon after by a Hermes. The ion landed on The Space-Kite’s shield as Lagardy and Pomeroy dodged the large missile.
In the medbay, Sofia and Zekko were trading shots from their laser pistols with the wounded mantis and almost had her pinned down when 2 mantises entered the medbay. The newcomers deftly maneuvered over the overturned medical bed behind which Zekko and Sofia took cover and landed right in front of them.
Rafiq saw what was happening on his vidscreen and spoke on the crew-comm channel, “Guys! Get out of the medbay. I got this.”
Sofia quickly ducked a slashing strike from the mantis in front of her at kicked at his legs. As the mantis stumbled back, she yelled to Zekko, “You heard ‘im. Let’s run in the doors.”
Zekko palm-slammed the mantis he was engaged with and quickly followed in Sofia’s heels out of the medbay and into the room beside it housing the level one doors system.
As soon as the 2 of them were out of the medbay, Rafiq fired an alpha strike. Of the leading 3 shots from the burst laser, 2 missed but 1 managed to hit the single remaining layer of shields of the bomber, allowing both the hull laser packets to strike the medbay, causing a breach in one of its walls.
Sofia and Zekko re-entered the medbay to find the wounded mantis lying dead near the breach hole. The other 2 mantises, hurt from the shrapnel from the breach and broken machinery, were leaning on the overturned medical bed. Sofia and Zekko quickly moved in on them and choked them until they both passed out.
Sofia said to Rafiq, “Thanks for that, Fick. Just an FYI, the hull integrity over here is at 25% so watch your shots, okay?”
Rafiq replied, “Roger. Holding fire till you 2 give… wait a sec! Door movement from both cockpit and weapons. Heads up!”
Sofia and Zekko quickly moved out of the medbay into the large room next to it, just in time to see a burly mantis coming through the door on the other side connecting to the weapons room. The two of them sprinted across the length of the room with Zekko pushing the leaping mantis aside and ran straight into the weapons control room.
The mantis quickly followed on their heels and opened fire on them from his laser pistol which hit Zekko squarely on his back. Zekko lost his balance from the strike but managed to grab the weapons control chair and regain his balance while Sofia returned fire. The mantis ducked behind a stack of carbolinum sheets while the door opened and Tojjick entered the weapons room, his antennae standing straight in fury.
Lagardy recognised Tojjick on the live footage from the crew teleporter’s biometric scanner. He quickly spoke over the crew-comm, “Hey you two! The thin one’s Tojjick. Try and see if you can catch him alive.”
Zekko replied while firing a laser shot at the mantis captain, “Easier said than done, cap’n.”
“Hey Rafiq,” Bear continued. “If their captain is fighting that means…”
“The cockpit’s probably unmanned!” Rafiq almost jumped out of his chair at the realization. “Sofia! Zekko! Out of the weapons room, NOW!”
“C’mon Sofia”, Zekko called as he opened the door leading out on their side of the weapons room into the next room which housed the life support system. Sofia dived from her position behind the weapons control chair and slid across the floor. Zekko entered the room and pulled her inside and slammed the door shut.
Almost instantly, an Artemis rocketed out of the missile launcher on The Space-Kite and smashed heavily on the weapons chamber of Rogdus 4, disabling the Hermes and causing enough electrical sparks in the weapons control that a fire erupted in the chamber.
Sofia and Zekko immediately entered the room while the two mantis occupants were still dazed from this attack. Zekko jumped over the flames and quickly grabbed hold of the larger mantis from the back with his big stony hands. Tojjick recovered faster than his weapons controller and, upon noticing the situation, quickly retreated out of the room. Sofia followed after Tojjick while Zekko tried to choke the squirming mantis senseless.
The muscular mantis was proving to be rather difficult to hold on to for Zekko. Instead of trying to overpower the mantis, Zekko simply strolled quickly into the fire with his prisoner and just stood there amidst the flames as the mantis started coughing, both from the stony fists that were squeezing his throat and the smoke from the fire.
Tojjick ran back to the cockpit and then down a hatch to a corridor below. He ran down the corridor a little ways and entered the escape pod bay at the end. He quickly started to prepare an escape pod.
Tojjick still couldn’t believe how poorly the battle went. Despite piloting a heavily armed bomber against a puny Kestrel, 5 of his 8 crew was killed, 2 lay unconscious and asphyxiating in the vented medbay and the last one was being choked by a rock boarder inside a burning room. Retreat was the only sensible option.
Just as soon as the escape pod came online, Sofia entered the pod bay. She quickly analyzed the scenario and flicked the overcharge switch on her laser pistol. In the time it took for Tojjick to turn his face around to see the human, Sofia was already lining up her pistol.
She fired. Not at the fleeing mantis, but at the escape pod controls.
The pistol burst fired 3 laser packets, 2 of which hit the escape pod controls, immediately disabling the charged pod. Tojjick’s compound eyes bulged as he realized that he was now stranded. He snarled and leapt for Sofia before she could even blink.
Tojjick landed on Sofia heavily, pinning her down on the floor with his 4 legs and raised his claw for a lethal strike on her throat. She whacked the mantis captain’s waist hard with the pistol causing Tojjick to flinch. She wriggled out from under his feet, jumped up and swung her right leg for a roundhouse kick but Tojjick slashed her foot away, creating a deep gash from which blood spurted out.
Pain shot through her leg as she struggled to keep balance. But Tojjick wasn’t finished. He slammed Sofia with his body into the door to the pod bay. Her pistol went flying while Tojjick followed up with a double kick into her lower abdomen. Sofia crumbled down to the floor, writhing in pain, as Tojjick spread both his claws wide, getting ready to behead her.
***
All three occupants of the Kestrel saw the live footage.
Rafiq panicked, “Oh no! Port her back!”
Pomeroy responded, “Negative. Location of Sofia Grundi, lower deck, outside crew teleporter range.”
Bear yelled, “Sunn? Where the hell are you?”
“Dropping down the hatch. ETA 4 seconds.”, Zekko replied as he jumped down the hatch and landed on the corridor below with a loud crash.
Rafiq cried out, “That won’t be enough. Sofia!”
***
Her crewmates’ screams on the comm snapped Sofia out of her pain-induced daze. Clenching her teeth, she looked up and saw what the mantis was about to do and she did the only thing her body could. She slipped down on the floor under Tojjick’s legs as his claws struck each other midair, barely centimeters above her head.
Still down on the floor, Sofia kicked Tojjick in the back with her left foot. Tojjick tumbled forwards but used his two forward legs to regain balance and turned around swiftly. Sofia rolled on her side trying to get away from Tojjick but he grabbed both her legs. Sofia screamed in pain as Tojjick yanked her back and slammed a foot hard on her left knee.
Tojjick spoke, while he raised a claw to strike, “You’re not getting away from this, human. I’m not going down alone.”
Sofia realized that Tojjick was about to do the same thing that female mantis did to Sean, stab straight through the heart. Her mind raced to find a solution. Tojjick gave a menacing snarl and delivered the blow.
Sofia reached out with her right arm and grabbed the incoming claw and pulled hard, redirecting the blow to the right side of her body, near the armpit, while at the same time lowering Tojjick’s body closer to her. In a quick motion, she reached out with her left arm and unholstered Tojjick’s laser pistol from his belt – although she couldn’t fire the pistol since they were all coded to their users’ DNA, it certainly wasn’t useless – and smashed it hard on his head.
Sofia screamed and smashed Tojjick’s head with the pistol again. Blue blood oozed out of the wound. Tojjick backed his head outside of Sofia’s arm’s range and drew his free arm backwards for another stab but something caught his arm from behind. He turned his head just in time to see Zekko’s stony fist heading towards his face.
Tojjick’s unconscious body crumpled down on the floor like a rag.
***
“Whew!” Sofia sighed heavily as she threw Tojjick’s pistol away. “You really should jog more often, you know that?”
“Sorry,” Zekko apologized. “That fat jurliko put up more of a fight than I’d thought. C’mon, let’s get you above deck so you can port back. Can you stand up?”
Sofia tried to stand but grunted from the pain. “Don’t think so. My legs are hurting like hell. I got no feeling in my right arm and I’m pretty sure my kidneys are haemorrhaging from that bugface’s double kick. Oh man, I’m dead tired.”
“Just wait till we get you to the medbay before you fall asleep, okay?” Bear spoke over the intercom, “Rafiq, get the stretcher from the medbay to the teleporter. Pomeroy, prep the brig. Zekko, get Sofia upstairs first. Then go get Tojjick before he wakes up.”
Zekko lifted up Sofia as gently as he could while she started to fall back in a daze again. He turned around and then slammed one of his legs on all four of Tojjick’s.
“Sunn! What gives? Don’t kill him! Jeez!” Bear was frantic.
“Don’t worry captain. That was just payback for hurting Sofia.”
***
Sofia appeared through the spatial rift in The Space-Kite’s teleporter room to see Rafiq and Bear waiting for her. They lifted her on the stretcher and carried her to the medbay.
As the medibots inside her body started to heal her, Sofia gave a weak smile and said, “What a day, eh Fick? Less than quarter of an hour ago, I was pulling shrapnels out of you and now…”
Bear spoke, “Yep, the tables turn very quickly in combat. Get used to that, Rafiq. And you, Grundi, shut up and go to sleep.”
Zekko’s voice came over the inter-craft comm, “Hey captain, good news. We got one more prisoner. I was gathering up all the bodies and found one of the dudes that we choked out cold in the medbay, lying in the doors’ room. Looks like he actually managed to wake up and crawl into this room before passing out again.”
“Brilliant! Let’s get him and Tojjick to the brig. Then we’ll go see what we can find on their ship.”



Footnote:
Div: Standardized unit of time used in space. 400 divs = 1 styear.
De-shrapper: Electromagnetic forceps for removing shrapnels by magnetic and or electrostatic attraction (depending on the type of shrapnel). The electromagnetic field also helps to temporarily halt nervous signals near the shrapnel, thereby removing any sense of pain from the area.
EVA suit: Extra Vehicular Activity suit (i.e. spacesuit)
Carbolinum: Hull material invented by the slugs. Despite being structurally weaker than the previously-used titanium alloys, carbolinum is used almost universally for all spacecraft hull due to its fibrous structure which can be repaired quickly and on the fly by even the most naive civilian, by using a special repair gel also invented by the slugs. As an added bonus, it is very thermally resistive to re-entry heating. Unfortunately, its chemical bonds react with the high magnetic field disturbance of a CME (coronal mass ejection) from a stellar flare resulting in random hotspots around the hull of a spacecraft which can sometimes start fires inside the craft.
Laser pistols work by firing a pulse of high energy photons which upon hitting their target causes focal radiation burn to the skin and damage to nerves and tissues underneath, making them a very effective sidearm for both lethal and non-lethal attacks. For example, a few well placed shots on the brain are enough to kill the target.
Biometric scanner: A secondary feature of a crew teleporter system – a scanner that tracks the biometric signals of boarders on their target ship in case the main sensor subsystem of the boarding ship is unavailable.
The overcharge function on a laser pistol is a built in as a last resort option. It fully drains the pistol’s fuel cell to burst fire 3 shots in quick succession, rather than the normal single laser shot. Following an overcharge shot, the pistol is required to be recharged at charging terminal so the shooter is left with a useless firearm.
Jurliko: Rock slang for mantis. Means ‘four legs’.
 


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Sunday, 29 September 2013

Splitting up my untitled FTL fanfic into a dilogy

Yeah. I've decided to do that.

Reason #1: So far there are 8 total chapters in the story at present and the first 4 chapters have one plotline whereas the last 4 have a different plotline.

Reason #2: I can't, for the life of me, figure out a title that aptly applies to the whole 8 chapter story. It's driving me crazy that I can't think of a title :(
But I already have a title for the story comprising the first 4 chapters.

These 2 main reasons are why I've chosen to split the story into a dilogy (or duology). Hopefully I can figure out a title for the second story while writing it. I really hope so.

In any case, thanks a lot for reading the story so far. There's been a few minor changes in the 3 chapters you've read here & I'm more than halfway through writing chapter 4 (it's a biggie, there's already 4000+ words 8O). And with a title prepared, I can upload this to fanfiction.net so yay :D

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Untitled FTL Fanfic - Chapter 3 - Teg'rysen (WIP)

Although chapter 3 was done as part of the unbroken chapter 2 before I decided to split it in 3 parts, this chapter took a while to get release-ready because I was planning the battle scene in chapter 4. That took a while so I couldn't add some of the finer details to chapter 3 until recently. But now it's ready (or so I hope :)

In any case, remember the usual stuff. This is the first time I'm putting one of my stories online. So please give me feedback, point out flaws in my writing so I can fix them & tell me how I can improve the story in pacing, technique, dialogue, characterization & whatnot. Also give me ideas on the name.

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Chapter 3   Teg’rysen

The planet Teg’rysen orbits the class K orange dwarf star Rethios at a distance of about 1.6 eyn. The planet had native life forms in the evolutionary stage of early mammals before being colonised by zoltan settlers almost a hundred styears ago. Despite the sector later coming under the control of mantises, Teg’rysen freely operates as a traders’ hub mainly thanks to the planet’s indigenous plants, of particular the plant culsiryne, whose fruits make one of the tastiest soups in the cossverse.
The Space-Kite’s destination was the moderately large town of Jyoven. Located at 18° latitude south of the equator in the delta of the river Jyov, Jyoven is one of the oldest settlements on Teg’rysen & houses one of the three spaceports on the whole planet.
Being a ranger ship, The Space-Kite doesn’t sport any sort of Federation markings which helps in their clandestine operations deep in enemy space and to dock on planets or stations in such regions. In fact, this is one of the main reasons why ranger ships are almost exclusively generic civilian ships like the Kestrel or the Torus.
The crew of The Space-Kite was gathered at the bridge discussing their next move. Lagardy showed that immediately after The Space-Kite docked, a ton of advertisements for the many trading shops in the town was transmitted to the ship, among which a rather flashy one was for Gukiyo’s Trade Post. The shop was situated just outside the medium sized spaceport.
Lagardy was talking. “So Sofia’s definitely going to Gukiyo’s since she’s the customer. Pomeroy and I’ll try to check out the spaceport authority’s building and see what we can find. This being a small settlement planet, I think we can pull off some flight data with relative ease. What do you say Pomeroy?”
Pomeroy nodded in agreement. “Insufficient data to compute accurate probability. Extrapolation of current data estimates greater than 35% chance of success.”
“Good enough for me. Zekko & Rafiq, you two hold the fort and..”
“I think the greenie should come along”, said Sofia, cutting off Bear.
“I’m sorry what?” Rafiq asked, completely taken aback.
“What? You need to learn how to go about doing business in a shady place like this, Fick. It’ll do you good.” Sofia responded.
Rafiq spoke nervously, “But there are mantises. Shouldn’t Zekko be a better choice? And besides, why can’t we just call them up & do our business online from the ship?”
“Okay, look Fick. You know that ranger ships don’t have any Feder insignia so we can go about our tour of duty while appearing as messengers or mercs, right? Well that ain’t all.”
Zekko started explaining, “Every ranger ship comes equipped with false mercenary ids which we use extensively to gather information. It’s that very thing that allows us to dock on planets like Teg’rysen or stations deep in mantis space.”
“In fact, we’ve actually been hailed by mantis ships a few times & offered merc jobs to go spy on Feder bases. Right before we opened fire and caught them by surprise”, Sofia spoke with a chortle.
Lagardy explained further, “And those fake ids are the reason it’s better for us to go shopping in person. If we contact them online, we’re basically giving them an invite to poke around in our computers if they happen to have any hacking softwares. With this likely being a black market store, that’s most likely the case. And regarding the mantises here, you know that our war is with the 2 mantis clans Plinok & Sevril, not the rest of them. Well, Teg’rysen is under the control of the Kilik clan. They have no beef with the Federation but they’d much rather side with their brethren than us if they find out.”
“Okay, but that still doesn’t explain why Zekko’s not a better choice.”, Rafiq protested.
“Two humans, an engi and a rock coming out from a Kestrel class ship?” Zekko said, “That’s too much of a coincidence and we’d be pressing our luck. Mercenaries usually don’t employ many varying species.”
“But I…” Rafiq started.
Sofia cut him off with a pat on his shoulder and said with a grin, “C’mon Fick, what’re you afraid of? We’re just customers looking for a crew teleporter.”
Rafiq realized that he’s not going to win this debate. So he resigned with a sigh. “Okay, fine.”
“That’s the spirit.” Sofia patted his back.
“By the way, Pomeroy”, Bear asked, “What’s the status of our hull? The engine room took quite a beating in the last fight.”
Pomeroy replied, “Total hull integrity, 76.67%. Engine room hull status, minor fractures.”
“Well that won’t do. Right then, Zekko, you stay aboard and refill our water supply. Pomeroy and I’ll contact the spaceport repair crew at the SDC and have them sent your way.”
“Sir.” Zekko gave a short nod.
“We’re doing pretty well on fuel for both the FTL and the impulse drive so I don’t think we’ll need any more for now. Anyway, time’s wasting. Let’s move it, people.”
“Let’s go Fick”, said Sofia cheerily as she all but pushed Rafiq out the cockpit door.
***
Rethios was setting over the horizon as The Space-Kite was landing. Now the dusk sky wore a soft greenish-blue hue slowly turning dark.
The 4 of them walked down the ramp. Sofia and Rafiq headed towards the gate straight ahead while Bear & Pomeroy headed right towards the SDC building, walking past 3 trading ships.
Up ahead, there was a lone mantis guard at the gate staring down at a datapad in his hands. Being a small spaceport catering mostly to traders, many of them disreputable, and the occasional mercenaries and pirates, a security guard is almost just for show. But they do help to break up the rare but occasional brawl that takes place between rival mercs or pirates.
Although he had seen them many times on videos, this was the first time Rafiq was seeing a live mantis with his own eyes this close. The green skinned insectoid was roughly the same height as him. The guard was wearing a light purple shirt and maroon coloured 4 legged pants called tuarts. The guard sat on a slightly elongated chair with his 2 back legs in a crossed position up on the chair and his 2 front legs on the ground in front of it.
As they walked by him, the guard took a short glance at them with his two large eyes and two small antennae before turning back to his datapad, presumably reading the evening news.
As soon as they were out of the guard’s hearing, Sofia said, “See Fick? Just keep your cool and everything will be fine.”
Immediately outside the gate was a large terminus area with a few brown coloured oblong buses plying passengers to and from different parts of the city. The 2 of them took a left turn & walked beyond the bus terminus to a row of shops selling everything from the local indigenous vegetables to little statues of the Great Eye.
They walked past the shops until they reached a 2 storey yellow brick building with the sign Gukiyo’s Trade Post hanging in front of it. Walking inside they saw a mantis standing guard at the door, an engi behind a counter to the right doing some calculations of purchases and at the centre were 2 mantises haggling with a zoltan, a humanoid species slightly shorter than an average human with bioluminescent green veins covering their entire body to the point where their whole body appears to be glowing, standing behind the counter.
The zoltan, clothed in business attire, looked past his prime, apparent from the dullness & pale hue of his bioluminescent glow. But he was definitely holding his ground in bartering against the two mantises.
“Look. 80 surgs is my final offer for a shield charge booster. Take it or leave it. But you know very well what happens if you don’t have one while asteroid mining. Your call.” The old zoltan spoke, ending the two mantises’ bargaining attempts.
The 2 mantis looked at each other. Then one of them sighed and said, “Fine. You win Gukiyo, you sleazebag. Argh…” and started counting out square money-chips from his bag.
“Sticks & stones, boys.” Gukiyo spoke with a chuckle as he collected the chips. “You know how it goes in this business.”
The 2 mantises scowled as Gukiyo finished counting the chips. As he finished, a mantis came out of a door behind him. Gukiyo turned to him and showed him a datapad and spoke, ”Jart, grab these items from storage and take them to the ship at spot 4. And make it fast. They leave within the hour.”
Jart took out a datapad of his own and copied the list. And then with a small “Roger” stepped back out the back door.
“There you go.” Gukiyo addressed the 2 mantises again. “Jart will deliver your items shortly. Have a profitable mining trip, boys. Now if you’ll excuse me, it looks like I have new customers.”
Gukiyo gestured at Sofia and Rafiq and said, “Welcome folks. I’m Gukiyo and how may I be of service on this fine evening?”
Sofia walked up to Gukiyo as the 2 mantises walked out the store, still grumbling from their transaction. Sofia leaned over the counter and said, “We’re looking for a crew teleporter.”
“Well now. That’s an interesting item you’re after. People don’t generally look for one of those unless they’re looking for a fight”, spoke the zoltan.
“Let’s just say it’ll help us in our specific line of work.” Sofia replied with a smirk.
“I see.” Gukiyo gave a knowing smile. “And any businesser worth their salt wouldn’t pry into the affairs of their customers. But I must ask. Where did you get the idea that my shop might have one, hm?”
“We were referred to you actually.”
“Oh?”
“We ran into a scouting ship for the Sevril clan a few jumps out. They mentioned they’d just visited your shop and got an auto weapon reloader. From their talk we got the implication that your shop was very resourceful and so we decided to check it out, just in case.”
Rafiq was impressed at how Sofia lied without faltering. He surmised that she must’ve had that story prepared beforehand.
“Ah yes, I remember the scout party. They were here this morning. Fine folks. They were looking for a teleporter themselves but sadly didn’t have the money to afford one. I hope you do.” Gukiyo spoke cheerily.
Sofia smiled. “So we did come to the right place. But I’m sorry to say that we kinda blew it on our last job. Quite literally I’m afraid. Would you be willing to trade in scraps?”
“That depends. What do you have?”
Sofia took out a datapad from her pocket and handed it to Gukiyo and said, “Here’s our cargo list. Well, the ones we’re willing to trade.”
Gukiyo took the datapad and started browsing through the list. A little later he said, “There’s an escape pod on this list.”
“That’s right.”
“You’re willing to trade in your escape pod for a personnel teleporter?” Gukiyo spoke in surprise.
“It’s not ours” was Sofia’s short reply.
“I see.” Gukiyo looked over the rest of the list before handing the datapad back to Sofia and said, “I’ve marked the things I’m willing to accept for a crew teleporter.”
Sofia looked over the list. “That’s quite the haul you’re making here.”
“I have to stay afloat in this market. I’m sure someone of your profession can understand the effect of the war on the economy.” Gukiyo replied smugly while adjusting his suit.
Gukiyo’s gesture worried Rafiq. He didn’t see what the zoltan marked on Sofia’s datapad but he could tell that they were being overcharged. However he couldn’t ascertain from Sofia’s voice whether she was worried or not.
“Tell you what Gooky.” Sofia spoke, showing Gukiyo the datapad, “Here’s my counteroffer. You skip the reactor parts and the impulse drive shunts and we have a deal. I think that’s fair considering you’re getting a whole escape pod. We all know how much those sell for.”
Gukiyo took a glance at the new list and asked, still having the smug smile on his face, “And if I refuse?”
Sofia shrugged her shoulders and said, “We can always find someone else offering a crew teleporter but how often do you come across a pristine escape pod?”
Gukiyo’s smile vanished. The old trader was now in a bind. He certainly didn’t want to settle for a lower price but that unscathed escape pod was an exceptionally rare find in a backwater planet like Teg’rysen. He could easily make a fortune on that from some passenger ship and this female human knew so. His veins started glowing in frustration.
Rafiq knew Sofia’s gotten the upper hand when Gukiyo spoke. “You drive a hard bargain, human. I’m willing to agree to your offer if you include the reactor casing parts and 2 of the impulse shunts. But that’s my final offer.”
Sofia thought for a second and turned towards Rafiq, “How much ammo do we have?”
“Not too much. Just 7.” Rafiq replied with a grimace as he remembered how the autofire got jammed at the start of the battle with the Sevril scout earlier, wasting 2 missiles.
Sofia turned back to Gukiyo, “Okay Gook. You throw in, say, a deci of kinetic ammo and you can have your starting offer.”
“TEN ammo? Now that’s profiteering, even with all 5 shunts.”
“I’m sure someone of your profession can understand the effect of the war on the economy.” Sofia winked.
Gukiyo stared at Sofia’s face for a few seconds and then his green veins dulled down to their normal level as he started laughing. “Well played human. It’s a deal. Hey Beroos, get in here.”
An engi rushed in through the door in the back. Gukiyo told him, “Grab a crew teleporter and ten k-ammo and take them to the ship in spot.. what was it?”
“7,” Sofia replied. “And I’m sure it goes without saying that we’d prefer if you keep this one off the books?”
“But of course.” Gukiyo turned back to the engi again, “Copy the list of scraps we’re trading from her datapad. Jart will be at the ship in spot 4 so ask him to help unload the materials from their ship.”
Beroos took a short glance at the pad, copying the list in its memory and replied with a short, “Acknowledged” and walked out the back door.
Gukiyo addressed Sofia again, “Well that’s that. One thing. I know your team is on a business trip right now. But do you have any spare time in the near future? I may have some business proposals for you considering your… discreteness.”
Sofia replied, “We’ll have to take a look at our schedule and get back to you on that. Till then you can consider the answer as a maybe.”
“Excellent. I look forward to your response. Have a profitable trip, folks.” Gukiyo said with a smile.
Sofia nodded, turned around and gestured Rafiq to exit. Once outside and some distance between them and the shop, Rafiq blurted out, “Woah! That was awesome! I know you guys do this often but I can’t believe he really thought we were a mercenary crew.”
Sofia gave a big smile, “I’m just glad you kept your mouth shut in there and didn’t say something stupid and blew our cover.”
“What? I’m offended.”
“Well you ARE a greenie. Honestly, I had a hunch you knew when to keep your mouth shut. That’s why I made you come along. But I was still afraid you might prove me wrong. Anyways, forget about that. Have you ever tried culsiryne stew?”
“Are you crazy? That thing’s super expensive. I remember one of my classmates in first semester bragging about how he had some at his rich uncle’s place.”
“Yeah, I’ve never tasted it either. They’re pretty affordable here since the plants originate on Teg’rysen. C’mon, let’s find out if it really is that good.”
***
A few minutes later Sofia and Rafiq entered the spaceport, each carrying a bag containing some culsiryne stew and other foodstuffs. The mantis guard was standing a little distance away from the chair, smoking something in a small pipe.
“Hey Fick. Not getting tired already, are you?” Sofia asked on noticing Rafiq falling behind a bit.
Rafiq was shaken awake from his thoughts. “No. I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Sofia slowed down her pace to walk alongside Rafiq.
Rafiq stopped and stared at Sofia’s face.
“What?” Sofia stopped also, puzzled.
“Can I ask you something?” Rafiq queried.
“Shoot.”
Rafiq looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. “How many mantises have you…uh…you know…”
“Killed?”
Rafiq nodded.
“I don’t keep count. Every day can be your last so I like to fight one battle at a time.”
Rafiq gave a small “Oh!” and started walking again, as did Sofia.
After a little while Rafiq stopped and asked again. ”How did it feel like when you killed your first one?”
“So that’s what this is about.” Sofia said as she stopped beside Rafiq, “That last fight’s hammering on your conscience ain’t it?”
Rafiq nodded weakly. “I just can’t stop thinking about that body of that mantis soldier floating near that escape pod you hauled in. I’m afraid that I’ll have nightmares about it when I sleep. He was almost to the escape pod. If it was a few seconds later he might have even survived but I…I killed him. Just inches from survival, I killed him. And he won’t be the last.”
Sofia felt uncomfortable seeing Rafiq’s eyes getting moist, unsure of how to calm the poor greenie. “Well… why didn’t you talk about it with Bear?”
Rafiq blinked his eyes clear. “Um…because I think the captain would tell me things that I want to hear, to calm me down. But I think it’d be best if I knew what he was actually thinking and…I…”
“And you thought since I’m the badmouth fighter stereotype, I’d tell it to you straight, with no sugarcoating, eh?”
“I…um…” Rafiq fumbled.
Despite the wetness of Rafiq’s eyes, Sofia couldn’t help but laugh a little at the rookie’s spunk. “You’re sorta right. You may not fully know the captain yet but you’re quite right about what he’d tell you. In fact, since you weapons guys are trained to be smart, I think you’ve already processed in your noggin the things any of us would say. Pretty accurately too, if I might hazard a guess. So I’m honestly not really sure what more I can tell you.” As she said this, Sofia put a hand on Rafiq’s back and started walking again, gently pushing him ahead.
Rafiq walked quietly. Sofia was right. Weapons controllers like him are trained to be strategists – to analyze the advantages and disadvantages of an enemy ship, to figure out multiple ways of attack, to predict the flow of a battle, to have multiple backup plans – to overthink. He had indeed thought about what each of his crewmates would say to him, even Pomeroy with its weird speech patterns. So he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to hear from Sofia.
Sofia gave Rafiq a small pat before withdrawing her hand. “We all start somewhere Fick. My first kill was hard on my mind as well. But you know what they say, the first one’s always the hardest and it only gets easier. The thing is, it’s true. A few battles down the line you’d be surprised you even thought like this. And let me tell you, that’s the real scary thing, how your mind can suddenly accept murder as easy as breakfast.”
Rafiq walked slowly, digesting Sofia’s words. It didn’t make him feel any better but he was relieved to know that even someone like her once felt what he’s feeling right now.
Sofia spoke again, “I’m glad you talked about this with someone. Keeping stuff like this bottled up in you can lead to all sorts of mental breakdown and the likes. Zek was right you know. You got real spunk. You wouldn’t talk to me about this otherwise. So I know you’ll figure it out.”
The two of them were now near the ramp of The Space-Kite. They could see 2 engis working on the rear hull of the ship. As they walked up the ramp, even though Sofia didn’t say anything particularly helpful, Rafiq felt calmed. He found himself accepting that this feeling he’s having is a natural part of becoming a soldier, even though he’d surely have nightmares the next time he sleeps.
“So… was that what you expected me to say?” Sofia asked as they reached the top of the ramp.
“Not exactly. But it kinda helped. Thanks Sofia.”
Sofia gave a wink. “Just wait till you have a couple of mantises ‘porting in the weapons bay. You’ll know your answer then.”
***
An hour later, Jart and Beroos carried the escape pod, the last of the scrap materials that was part of the trade, off The Space-Kite. Lagardy and Pomeroy had returned with moderate success about half an hour ago. The spaceport authority didn’t have any sort of intranet so Pomeroy couldn’t remotely hack the log data. And since the data was stored in a mainframe computer in an off-limits area, the two of them couldn’t reach it.
However, Lagardy did manage to smooth-talk some information from a human janitor. The janitor didn’t know where the mantis scout was headed but he overheard one of the mantises talking about a bomber ship stationed near the FTL beacon at Sedocho VII waiting for some supplies before heading into Federation space.
Sofia and Zekko familiarized themselves with the controls of the crew teleporter and Rafiq inserted the new batch of ammo in the Kinetic Payload Preparation Chamber while Lagardy and Pomeroy planned the jump route. Half an hour later, the crew of The Space-Kite was all set and the unassuming little Kestrel class ranger ship took off from the planet of Teg’rysen.


Footnote:
Cossverse: Portmanteau of cosmos & universe. I later noticed that coss can be a backronym for Civilization of Sentient Species. I had to come up with a term for the section of the universe that is featured in the game. I can’t expect the whole universe to have been mapped because the crystals exist in a hidden sector. So it’s a section of the whole universe but definitely bigger than a galaxy. So I needed a new term.
I’m not using the normal earth units of measurement because I find it unlikely that the standard human units of measurement will be prevalent in space with multiple alien species.
Styear: Short for Standard Year. Fixed measuring unit of time in the cossverse.
Hour: The actual term is Standard Hour but it’s shortened to hour by humans since the time length is nearly the same as an earth-hour.
Eyn: Unit of length for measuring distances within a star system.
SDC: Spaceport Docking Control.
Great Eye: Mythological deity of the zoltans. However, many zoltans claim that the Great Eye is more than just a myth.
Surg: Local currency in the Rethios subsector.
Businesser: Should be obvious. The species-neutral term for businessman.


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