Friday, January 2, 2015

Chapter 03 - Realization

Later that day (after jumping to the Terra system and transferring two new sparkly clean ships)

The next thing I know I’m floating in space with my suit avionics dampened to local signals only in the midst of a mangled missile launcher and some old TR thrusters parts.  I caught a glimpse of the Cutlass that gotten me here making haste towards outer system.  Mitch’s Aurora is nowhere in sight.

Moving to the platform was pretty easy.  I didn’t even have to think about it much.  Hand over hand up the conduit and a quick walk across one of the energy confinement tubes that are routed underside of the platform.  A quick look at my chronometer showed 23 minutes since drop off. Crap. At the edge of the platform I saw the Stealth Hornets lined up neatly in a row.  The closest one was less than 10 meters away.

I don’t remember moving from the edge of the platform to the ladder of the ship but suddenly I was in the Stealth ship attaching the crypto set into the avionics deck and firing up the systems.  A quick look around and a long few seconds for my HUD to sync up with the ships avionics and the canopy closed.  No warm up just throttle to max and drive away was the plan.  The ships systems seemed to be reluctant to comply with this and I had a scary moment that the engine systems were locking me out.  The ships computer finally agreed that this was an emergency takeoff and released the lockout but I only had minimal power but I was off the platform.  A quick look at my Glass gave me relative bearing to my first waypoint. 

24 minutes since drop off

Systems check: power levels approaching the low side of optimum, EM signature minimal, tracking systems to passive, weapons offline.  The munitions display seemed to be lagging the other systems emergency start up procedures. I tapped it and the blinking stopped.

The Stealth ship was crisp under my control.  Passive radar indicated several Hornets had been launched in answer to the obvious theft of the Stealth ship.  I started evasive maneuvers as soon as I saw the first pulse sliced space off to my left.  The plan was to get to the way point as quickly as possible and trust that my colleagues would be lurking in the shadows ready to ambush the pursuing ships.  That would have been great except I was flying at reduced power with barely a 2 minute head start on the Marines in the Hornets.  Plan ‘B’ was to make best speed to the ancient mining colony in the belt, quite a ways off from the offloading platform but doable.  Plan ‘C’ was, well, I hoped we didn’t have to go there.  Something about ejecting seconds before slamming the ship into a large space rock didn’t seem like a good choice.  Even in the worst of times.

Ok scratch the way point defined in Plan ‘A’, Plan ‘B’ it is.  Luckily the engine had finally attained max power and I shoved the throttle full forward altering shields to full rear and a course correction to make the best speed to the belt.  Passive still showed 3 targets closing fast.  This was emphasized by bolts of plasma and laser all around with thunks and splatter sounding impacts coming from the shields.  I remember muttering to myself not to make it easy for them as I ran through evasive moves designed to cause the pursuit craft to split up. 

One of the UEE Hornets was trying to vector in on me by flying through one of the many structures in near space.  I estimated where he would reappear and turned toward the structure and attempted to arm the guns.  The munitions display was still acting up but I was able to get the two wing guns online after a few intense seconds of dodging plasma and poking the screen repeatedly.  As soon as the guns were active I turned in and started firing at the structure damaging the traffic pass through.  The explosion that occurred shortly after I had started firing was a lot bigger than I expected.  This was primarily due to the Marine jigging to avoid the twisted metal and slamming his Hornet into a larger very dense portion of the pass through.

One Hornet down two to go with a quite large expanse of space between me and the ancient mining colony.  I set the engines to take me to 0.2 and allocated remaining power to rear shields. The Marines were closing on me as the first pulses from the engine pressed me back into the seat.  After I attained 0.2 I began to study data describing the belt in all its gory detail.  I located the refueling platform and set course towards it as an intermediate destination.

Far off vision

Then I was somewhere else flying across the void mesmerized by the intense beauty of the nebula light-years away from me but directly centered in my field of view.  The nebula I was looking at would be the birthing place of stars and planets where in millions if not billions of years from now those iridescent clouds would calm and merge to cultivate life. 

Shouts, thumps, heavy boots running

Then there was a commotion in the corridor outside my bunk that made me sit up and yawn.
 

Ships chronometer indicated several hours had passed.  I must have dosed off, laying there blinking my eyes I reflected on the last exchange with Nadine and just how distraught I felt having to deal with her demeaning crap.  Not to mention the loss of a true friend that was caught up in one of her schemes.  And the bitch was making me out to be the bad guy.  Are the creds worth this amount of anguish?  I slammed my head back down into the pillow, grabbing the blanket I flung it onto the floor.  I wanted to scream badly but worse than that I wanted to go back redo the mission.  That wasn’t going to happen though.  I could see this whole thing turning out to be a pointless exercise in futility costing lives and equipment for the financial gain of a greedy fleet owner.  Fucking bitch.

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