Post by gollee on Jan 27, 2014 16:53:10 GMT
Alright, this is NOT SS13, it just uses my characters and planet, that I have also added to our lore. So don't expect to see NT, or bluespace, or anything like that, this is different. Any criticism or comments are welcome, I am looking for anything that would help me improve this.
The shockwave was completely unexpected, shaking the house to its foundations and knocking Varan off his feet. He scrambled to his feet as he felt more, weaker shockwaves pass through his house. He rushed out of his front door, looking for the site of the explosion; it had been a very long time since the Followers had been so bold as to bomb Cevalon itself.
Once he was outside, Varan stumbled to a halt, staring at the sky. Pairs of Skyhunters battled against some type of sleek jet. While Varan watched, he saw at least a dozen of the jets get blasted from the sky, along with at least four Skyhunters. He caught a glimpse of something moving amidst the dogfight, and saw a smooth white, teardrop-shaped craft gracefully arc past a Skyhunter pair. An iridescent blue laser fired from the craft, and the Skyhunters vaporized instantly.
“No…” Varan groaned, “Not here…Not the Sinith…” His PDA chimed, and he answered, “Savar? Where are you? It is the Sinith,” I know, Gollee, Inis and Caylais are on their way to you, Varan’s hand tightened around the PDA, “And you?” …We cannot leave our research Varan, you know that, even for the Sinith, get the kids off world, we can’t win this. Kiera, grab that fol- Varan gazed across the city as one of the three monolithic structures that dominated the city centre, in an explosion of molten stone and glass. The Centre for Genetic research, his brother, Savar’s wife, were gone.
Varan turned to look down the road to see three people running towards him, all carrying heavy bags. Savar’s children slowed as they approached him, they had seen the explosion as well. Varan motioned for them to follow, and they did, without saying a word. The four of them moved quickly through the house before one of the women paused, turning her head. “Varan, where is Amy?” She asked, beginning to move towards the noise she had heard. Varan felt a jolt of guilt; He had remembered his brother’s children over his own… The group followed the woman through the rooms, until they stumbled upon a woman, crumpled against a wall by the bottom of a staircase. Varan pushed through the group and gently picked her up, she had a large contusion on her forehead, she had probably fallen down the stairs in the shockwave.
Varan began to lead the group again, Amy lying limply in his arms, out into the field behind the house. In the centre of the field, was a concrete platform, holding a heavily armoured Skyhunter. Varan lead them over to it, and they climbed inside. Varan passed Amy to one of his nieces and entered the cockpit, followed by his other niece and nephew. He quickly activated the flight computer, and began the engine diagnostics, the thrusters flared a deep blue, and little sparks of electricity spluttered across the concrete as the ionised gases began to heat up.
The jump jet began to gain altitude accelerating into the air, its thrusters flaring as it danced side to side to avoid the rail shells and ion pulses filling the air from the dogfight. Varan glared at the altimeter, five thousand…Ten thousand… Varan clicked on his radio, directing the beam upwards, “This is atmospheric craft, Stalker, requesting orbital assistance. We have wounded on board, as well as valuable personnel, requesting support.” After a few moments, there was a response, This is the SDF Devastator, we hear you Varan, but it is pretty hot up here, and that is saying something for a vacuum, a drone will rendezvous with you at these co-ordinates, “Thank you, Devastator,”
The Skyhunter continued to rise through the dogfight, from their altitude, they could see a large force moving to encroach on the city from the east. As they watched, a brilliant beam of light pierced the clouds above the hostile force. The Beam halted against an energy field for a moment, before the space-based particle cannon shattered the defence and turned a one hundred metre radius into charred glass.
The jump jet shook violently, and multiple warnings flashed up on the computer. Varan’s nephew scrambled over to the co-pilot’s chair and looked at the console, “We’ve been hit! Two pulse thrusters disabled! We can’t sustain this altitude!” The radio crackled, This is drone operator, Fury, you are losing altitude, we are on route to assist, stay up as long as you can. Varan swung the jump jet around to face their attacker; it was one of the human jets that had been duelling the Skyhunters, one of it’s ion lances was running hot with discharge heat. Varan fired a rail shell at it, but it danced out of the way, trying to circle around the wounded Skyhunter. Varan barked an instruction, and his nephew and niece quickly activated the manual overrides on the point defence turrets, turning them to track the jet. Varan’s nephew fired, dragging the X-ray laser across the fuselage of the jet in a lazy line. The cockpit of the jet filled with a ferocious blaze of plasma as the laser breached the fusion core of the jet, while leaving the hull intact. The jet fell away, before exploding in a bright white flash one thousand feet below the Skyhunter.
The jump jet continued to fall, despite the best efforts of the overstrained thrusters, until a roar filled the inside of the jet, followed by the bright glow of pulse thrusters. There was a sharp click at the top of the fuselage and the Skyhunter jolted upwards, the twinned flux fusion drives of the Voidblade drone easily enough to accelerate the jump jet into space. Surrendering the control of the craft to the drone operator, Varan hurried back into the passenger bay, with his nephew and niece. Back in the passenger bay, Amy had woken up, though his other niece was making sure that she didn’t move any more than she had to, her arm was twisted badly at the elbow. “Everyone, strap yourselves down and get an air supply, that hit we took means we are leaking, about 2kPa per minute.” Varan strapped himself in next to his daughter, pressing an air mask to her face.
The five of them could feel the slow prickle of a vacuum as the atmosphere slowly drained out of the Skyhunter. Blotches and bruises soon appeared on their skin as surface blood vessels burst from the lack of pressure. After ten minutes, they felt a kick of deceleration, which was soon followed by a tremor passing through the hell of their craft. After a moment, there was a second click, this one against the passenger bay outer door, and Varan reached over and hit the activation switch.
The door slid open, and a flow of air rushed in, buffeting the five survivors. Once the flow had ceased, they carefully unbuckled themselves, Varan gently picked up Amy, though her breath still caught in her throat as her arm was moved. A medical team waited outside the jump jet, and they quickly took Amy from Varan, before checking over the rest of the group. Once they had been cleared, they were escorted to a set of quarters, and left to recover.
Varan covered his face with his hands, rather than look at Inis, Gollee and Caylais. He had managed to save them, but not their mother, or their father, his brother.
The three of them were distinct, even from each other.
Inis was tall and slender, too slender in Varan’s opinion; she had exceptionally pale skin with dark curving marks across it, as well as vivid cyan hair that reached halfway down her back. She was also an augment, someone who had had themselves genetically altered to fit the specific atmospheric and geological conditions of the planet they had fled, the most visible sign of this, was the delicate pointed ears that most of her hair was tucked behind, designed to be able to catch the higher frequency sound waves that the planet’s atmosphere complimented.
Gollee was large, very large, standing at least six and a half feet tall, he towered over the other two, he was well muscled with short brown hair and brown eyes. His arms had numerous small scars and old burn marks on them, typical of a Defence Force special operative. Though Gollee wasn’t an augment, he had still received class two augmentors to allow him to use the Perlurn Exosuit that was standing in the corner of the room, courtesy of the flagship’s armoury.
Caylais was the most normal of the three, though that was still relative, taller than Inis and shorter than Gollee, at six foot and four inches, she had long red hair, bound into a pony tail. Unlike Inis, she was tanned, and always had a rather sunny expression on her face. That expression was missing now.
Varan stood and left the room, leaving the three of them to talk, Amy had been taken to the medical ward, and was being treated at the moment, so he couldn’t visit her, he could, however, go to the bridge.
The bridge was full of activity, officers shouting at each other, ratings running around, taking orders to different areas, while the Admiral presided over them all, gazing at the viewscreen in front of him. The Admiral turned as Varan entered the bridge, and motioned for him to come look at the screen. Varan obliged him.
The screen showed a view of the planet, or more specifically its orbital defence, a massive orbital cannon, powered by a resource exclusive to the planet it guarded. Surrounding the cannon were the burnt out hulls of hundreds of ships, yet it still fired. Its one hundred metre across shield generators had so far protected it from nearly all the attacks against it. More and more human ships swarmed towards the cannon, to be blasted apart by the immense construct. Varan saw at least a dozen Sinith ships, practically immune to anything that had been thrown at them before, be slagged by the particle lance. Varan felt like cheering, Something that cam hurt them! He paused as he saw a larger Sinith ship jump in near the cannon. It immediately started to turn to face this new threat, but it was too late.
The ship fired the same type of laser blast that the ones in the atmosphere had fired. The shields of the cannon strained under the onslaught, then shattered, just as the beam shut down. The Sinith ship attempted to escape, but a blast from the cannon tore it in half. With the cannon’s shields down, the human ships pressed forwards, ion cannons fired and the structure of the cannon blazed as it crumpled under the onslaught. The attacking ships pressed closer and closer, bombarding the cannon with all the fire power they could muster. The bridge speakers activated, This is High Admiral James Korne, the Wrath emplacement is lost, I repeat, the Wrath emplacement is lost, all ships still able, leave immediately, seek help, I am activating the Delta Protocol, the Gods have mercy on the souls of the slain. The speakers fell silent, and every officer in the bridge looked into the viewscreen as the hostile ships closed on the remains of the Wrath Cannon, like vultures on a corpse. There was a sudden flash of light as the core of the cannon, a three hundred metre diameter sphere Teranium, one of the most powerful substances known to man, went critical.
It was like looking into a supernova, every ship that had clustered around the cannon evaporated, even the Sinith craft, the shockwave spread across the magnetosphere of the planet, EM radiation crackling as it was directed by the magnetic flux lines of the planet’s core. For a moment, the entire field of battle was clear, then more ships continued to jump in, now that the cannon was destroyed, the full invasion could begin. Varan turned to the Admiral, sorrowful, “He was a good man, now we need to conceal ourselves, we can’t jump without a wormhole drive, but we can charge on Tra’ha.” The Admiral raised an eyebrow, even smiling slightly, “Who said we couldn’t jump? You aren’t the only one who upgrades their toys,” The Admiral leaned over and activated his Fleetcom radio, “All available raptors, jump to rendezvous point iota, now.” There was a flurry of confirmations across the Fleetcom band, and Varan saw at least a dozen wormholes open, the Admiral muttered, "Engagement time...Thirty fucking minutes" After split second the Devastator dived down its own wormhole and vanished.
The shockwave was completely unexpected, shaking the house to its foundations and knocking Varan off his feet. He scrambled to his feet as he felt more, weaker shockwaves pass through his house. He rushed out of his front door, looking for the site of the explosion; it had been a very long time since the Followers had been so bold as to bomb Cevalon itself.
Once he was outside, Varan stumbled to a halt, staring at the sky. Pairs of Skyhunters battled against some type of sleek jet. While Varan watched, he saw at least a dozen of the jets get blasted from the sky, along with at least four Skyhunters. He caught a glimpse of something moving amidst the dogfight, and saw a smooth white, teardrop-shaped craft gracefully arc past a Skyhunter pair. An iridescent blue laser fired from the craft, and the Skyhunters vaporized instantly.
“No…” Varan groaned, “Not here…Not the Sinith…” His PDA chimed, and he answered, “Savar? Where are you? It is the Sinith,” I know, Gollee, Inis and Caylais are on their way to you, Varan’s hand tightened around the PDA, “And you?” …We cannot leave our research Varan, you know that, even for the Sinith, get the kids off world, we can’t win this. Kiera, grab that fol- Varan gazed across the city as one of the three monolithic structures that dominated the city centre, in an explosion of molten stone and glass. The Centre for Genetic research, his brother, Savar’s wife, were gone.
Varan turned to look down the road to see three people running towards him, all carrying heavy bags. Savar’s children slowed as they approached him, they had seen the explosion as well. Varan motioned for them to follow, and they did, without saying a word. The four of them moved quickly through the house before one of the women paused, turning her head. “Varan, where is Amy?” She asked, beginning to move towards the noise she had heard. Varan felt a jolt of guilt; He had remembered his brother’s children over his own… The group followed the woman through the rooms, until they stumbled upon a woman, crumpled against a wall by the bottom of a staircase. Varan pushed through the group and gently picked her up, she had a large contusion on her forehead, she had probably fallen down the stairs in the shockwave.
Varan began to lead the group again, Amy lying limply in his arms, out into the field behind the house. In the centre of the field, was a concrete platform, holding a heavily armoured Skyhunter. Varan lead them over to it, and they climbed inside. Varan passed Amy to one of his nieces and entered the cockpit, followed by his other niece and nephew. He quickly activated the flight computer, and began the engine diagnostics, the thrusters flared a deep blue, and little sparks of electricity spluttered across the concrete as the ionised gases began to heat up.
The jump jet began to gain altitude accelerating into the air, its thrusters flaring as it danced side to side to avoid the rail shells and ion pulses filling the air from the dogfight. Varan glared at the altimeter, five thousand…Ten thousand… Varan clicked on his radio, directing the beam upwards, “This is atmospheric craft, Stalker, requesting orbital assistance. We have wounded on board, as well as valuable personnel, requesting support.” After a few moments, there was a response, This is the SDF Devastator, we hear you Varan, but it is pretty hot up here, and that is saying something for a vacuum, a drone will rendezvous with you at these co-ordinates, “Thank you, Devastator,”
The Skyhunter continued to rise through the dogfight, from their altitude, they could see a large force moving to encroach on the city from the east. As they watched, a brilliant beam of light pierced the clouds above the hostile force. The Beam halted against an energy field for a moment, before the space-based particle cannon shattered the defence and turned a one hundred metre radius into charred glass.
The jump jet shook violently, and multiple warnings flashed up on the computer. Varan’s nephew scrambled over to the co-pilot’s chair and looked at the console, “We’ve been hit! Two pulse thrusters disabled! We can’t sustain this altitude!” The radio crackled, This is drone operator, Fury, you are losing altitude, we are on route to assist, stay up as long as you can. Varan swung the jump jet around to face their attacker; it was one of the human jets that had been duelling the Skyhunters, one of it’s ion lances was running hot with discharge heat. Varan fired a rail shell at it, but it danced out of the way, trying to circle around the wounded Skyhunter. Varan barked an instruction, and his nephew and niece quickly activated the manual overrides on the point defence turrets, turning them to track the jet. Varan’s nephew fired, dragging the X-ray laser across the fuselage of the jet in a lazy line. The cockpit of the jet filled with a ferocious blaze of plasma as the laser breached the fusion core of the jet, while leaving the hull intact. The jet fell away, before exploding in a bright white flash one thousand feet below the Skyhunter.
The jump jet continued to fall, despite the best efforts of the overstrained thrusters, until a roar filled the inside of the jet, followed by the bright glow of pulse thrusters. There was a sharp click at the top of the fuselage and the Skyhunter jolted upwards, the twinned flux fusion drives of the Voidblade drone easily enough to accelerate the jump jet into space. Surrendering the control of the craft to the drone operator, Varan hurried back into the passenger bay, with his nephew and niece. Back in the passenger bay, Amy had woken up, though his other niece was making sure that she didn’t move any more than she had to, her arm was twisted badly at the elbow. “Everyone, strap yourselves down and get an air supply, that hit we took means we are leaking, about 2kPa per minute.” Varan strapped himself in next to his daughter, pressing an air mask to her face.
The five of them could feel the slow prickle of a vacuum as the atmosphere slowly drained out of the Skyhunter. Blotches and bruises soon appeared on their skin as surface blood vessels burst from the lack of pressure. After ten minutes, they felt a kick of deceleration, which was soon followed by a tremor passing through the hell of their craft. After a moment, there was a second click, this one against the passenger bay outer door, and Varan reached over and hit the activation switch.
The door slid open, and a flow of air rushed in, buffeting the five survivors. Once the flow had ceased, they carefully unbuckled themselves, Varan gently picked up Amy, though her breath still caught in her throat as her arm was moved. A medical team waited outside the jump jet, and they quickly took Amy from Varan, before checking over the rest of the group. Once they had been cleared, they were escorted to a set of quarters, and left to recover.
Varan covered his face with his hands, rather than look at Inis, Gollee and Caylais. He had managed to save them, but not their mother, or their father, his brother.
The three of them were distinct, even from each other.
Inis was tall and slender, too slender in Varan’s opinion; she had exceptionally pale skin with dark curving marks across it, as well as vivid cyan hair that reached halfway down her back. She was also an augment, someone who had had themselves genetically altered to fit the specific atmospheric and geological conditions of the planet they had fled, the most visible sign of this, was the delicate pointed ears that most of her hair was tucked behind, designed to be able to catch the higher frequency sound waves that the planet’s atmosphere complimented.
Gollee was large, very large, standing at least six and a half feet tall, he towered over the other two, he was well muscled with short brown hair and brown eyes. His arms had numerous small scars and old burn marks on them, typical of a Defence Force special operative. Though Gollee wasn’t an augment, he had still received class two augmentors to allow him to use the Perlurn Exosuit that was standing in the corner of the room, courtesy of the flagship’s armoury.
Caylais was the most normal of the three, though that was still relative, taller than Inis and shorter than Gollee, at six foot and four inches, she had long red hair, bound into a pony tail. Unlike Inis, she was tanned, and always had a rather sunny expression on her face. That expression was missing now.
Varan stood and left the room, leaving the three of them to talk, Amy had been taken to the medical ward, and was being treated at the moment, so he couldn’t visit her, he could, however, go to the bridge.
The bridge was full of activity, officers shouting at each other, ratings running around, taking orders to different areas, while the Admiral presided over them all, gazing at the viewscreen in front of him. The Admiral turned as Varan entered the bridge, and motioned for him to come look at the screen. Varan obliged him.
The screen showed a view of the planet, or more specifically its orbital defence, a massive orbital cannon, powered by a resource exclusive to the planet it guarded. Surrounding the cannon were the burnt out hulls of hundreds of ships, yet it still fired. Its one hundred metre across shield generators had so far protected it from nearly all the attacks against it. More and more human ships swarmed towards the cannon, to be blasted apart by the immense construct. Varan saw at least a dozen Sinith ships, practically immune to anything that had been thrown at them before, be slagged by the particle lance. Varan felt like cheering, Something that cam hurt them! He paused as he saw a larger Sinith ship jump in near the cannon. It immediately started to turn to face this new threat, but it was too late.
The ship fired the same type of laser blast that the ones in the atmosphere had fired. The shields of the cannon strained under the onslaught, then shattered, just as the beam shut down. The Sinith ship attempted to escape, but a blast from the cannon tore it in half. With the cannon’s shields down, the human ships pressed forwards, ion cannons fired and the structure of the cannon blazed as it crumpled under the onslaught. The attacking ships pressed closer and closer, bombarding the cannon with all the fire power they could muster. The bridge speakers activated, This is High Admiral James Korne, the Wrath emplacement is lost, I repeat, the Wrath emplacement is lost, all ships still able, leave immediately, seek help, I am activating the Delta Protocol, the Gods have mercy on the souls of the slain. The speakers fell silent, and every officer in the bridge looked into the viewscreen as the hostile ships closed on the remains of the Wrath Cannon, like vultures on a corpse. There was a sudden flash of light as the core of the cannon, a three hundred metre diameter sphere Teranium, one of the most powerful substances known to man, went critical.
It was like looking into a supernova, every ship that had clustered around the cannon evaporated, even the Sinith craft, the shockwave spread across the magnetosphere of the planet, EM radiation crackling as it was directed by the magnetic flux lines of the planet’s core. For a moment, the entire field of battle was clear, then more ships continued to jump in, now that the cannon was destroyed, the full invasion could begin. Varan turned to the Admiral, sorrowful, “He was a good man, now we need to conceal ourselves, we can’t jump without a wormhole drive, but we can charge on Tra’ha.” The Admiral raised an eyebrow, even smiling slightly, “Who said we couldn’t jump? You aren’t the only one who upgrades their toys,” The Admiral leaned over and activated his Fleetcom radio, “All available raptors, jump to rendezvous point iota, now.” There was a flurry of confirmations across the Fleetcom band, and Varan saw at least a dozen wormholes open, the Admiral muttered, "Engagement time...Thirty fucking minutes" After split second the Devastator dived down its own wormhole and vanished.
