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Fan Fiction: Ambush

Published on 15. Sep, 2009 ... written by Jaret Kosht, Tags: Articles, Fan Fiction

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In retrospect, he was a fool to think otherwise. Did he really think that no one would disturb him, while he explored this deadspace complex?

“No plan survives contact.” The dark voice inside his head told him, “You know this to be true.”

Jaret snarled his shields took another hit, buckling the entire ship’s frame so much, that even he, deep within the recess of his pod, could feel the impact through the seat of his pants. With a simple thought he simultaneously reloaded his missile launchers and swung his Hawk around. With a mental twitch he unleashed a hail of missiles towards his formerly confident attacker.

Not content with just missiles, he cycled the ship’s lone pair of railguns and let loose a burst. The electromagnetically charged rounds shot across the vast reach of space between the two ships and smashed through the enemy frigate’s armor and tore a gouge in its hull.

However, the target was not going to go down without a fight. Almost akin to a defiant roar, the enemy Retribution, unleashed a barrage of molten red lasers that sliced through both space and time to smash into his shields. The impact was immense enough, that he could almost hear his ship scream in distress as the shields already pushed to their max, struggled to handle the new barrage of electrically charged ions that now threatened to destroy the already shaky frigate.

Deciding that enough was enough, he triggered an ECM burst that for a few precious seconds blinded the enemy’s sensors to his location. Within seconds the target, a formerly confident pirate, saw his turrets report a negative lock. A heartbeat later, all the pirate was able to glimpse were two immense, magnetically charged slugs come hurtling towards his ship and smash through his shields, armor and shred his hull. If he retained consciousness a second longer he would have noticed the screaming missile that converted his ship into an explosion of components, parts and human tissue.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jaret scanned his ship. What he saw would send most pilots into tears. His pride and joy, his baby; his Hawk was venting plasma. Shields sputtered back and forth; as the ship struggled to charge up its shields, while trying to keep its frame together. As he scanned out further he saw bits and pieces of his would be attackers.

No doubt they would now be waking up in a freshly furbished clone, their last memories being that of their target ripping their ships into pieces.

He then approached the wreckage that remained of the pirate’s formerly proud frigate. When the Hawk’s sensors picked up what he was looking for, Jaret extracted debris with a gentleness one reserved for small child, and deposited with it within his cargo hold.

With a start the onboard computer announced that four new frigates and a cruiser had entered. His mind reeled in shock, as his sensors screamed that four, very angry, pirate frigates were charging towards him.

Putting a hold on the panic that threatened to reduce him to a whimpering wreck, he shunted all immediate power he had to his warp drive. With an almost deliberate tone, the ships warp drive began to warm up as his computer started a countdown.

“Come on, Come one!” he willed his ship to make the warp jump. With a triumphant tone, the computer beeped and the Faster Than Light drive tore a hole through space and time and shot his ship through the hole.

As his ship went though the warp tunnel, almost absent-mindedly he reloaded all his weapons, in a habit that never left him since his former military days.

The welcome sight of the station, as he approached for docking, received a silent sigh of relief. Almost absent-mindedly he crooned to his frigate, The Justice, “We’re home, baby.” If one listened closely, one could almost swear that the ship warbled in response, as its engines quietly cycled down.

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