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 Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 11:26 am
The Year is 3000, and before you start singing that horrible Mcfly song, we don't live under water. In fact, The Earth, or Terra, as it is known, is only a small part of the vast known universe. Alien technologies have aided the Terrans (humans) to develop weapons that are amongst the most feared in the galaxy. The only Race with any where near their amount of power is the Vossk, who just happened to hate the Terrans. No one knows why, the only thing the anyone knows is that the two must not tangle.
Don't get me wrong though, the Terran and the Vossk majority get on perfectly well, however, as has been the case throughout history, it is the governments who decide a nations stand.
Ships now vary widely. There are
hybrids; Terran's and other races collaborating efforts to design faster ships, larger weapons, better sheilding, and then selling them to whoever would buy. It was a good business, but then the governments learned of these and so banned their production.
Terra's; Former sub-atmospheric aircraft modified for space flight. And example of this is the X-18, an F-18 with glass the could withstand the vacuum of space.
Alien tech's; Stereotypical Alien ships, flying discs with inbuilt warp drives and all that jazz.
Weapons: Make up your own, use existing ones, use anything you want, example, my weapon is a Mercurian Magcannon. Rules:
1. East Terim's Rulies
2. Gaian ToS
3. No pking (without permission from the pked)
4. please have a picture of your ship.
5. Have Fun.Characters:
PM Your Profiles to me, don't post in here, I'll only delete them.Gaian name: Name Age Race: Aircraft Weapon (and stats if not linked) Bio: personality: (If you can be bothered) Gaian name: Eike Sky
Name: Eike Sky
Age: 23
Race: Terran
Aircraft: X-18 (see above)
Weapon Mercurian Magcannon. (see above)
Bio: Raised in an average family, Eike always wanted to be more than he was. That opportunity came when IASA, a secret international government-run organization for the exploration of space. Joining up, he gave up his very existence in history to serve Terra. We join him as he goes out on his first mission, a reconnaissance to Mars to meet a marsian called Zurbak, a government official from, you guessed it, Mars...
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 1:38 pm
Eike sat for the first time in the cockpit. He'd dreamed of this moment for 22 years, well, at 0 years, you don't really appreciate aircraft and fast flying, the things that he'd developed a hunger for over the years. Slipping his helmet on, he looked over at the tower. His Life, for the next few minutes were in their hands.
He waved to say that he was ready and the guy in the tower responded with a nod. Leaning his head over to the right then left, his neck cracked and a loud commanding voice sprang over his headset. "Don't do that, Sky. How many times have I told you?!" Eike sighed, it was his 'corporal' come one for one last lecture. "Now, I know I've been hard on you these past few years," he continued, "but, when it comes down to it, your one of our best. I don't mean those in your class, I don't mean in this decade," Oh, did I mention, he was a cyborg, lived since something like 2500, so a decade id like a minute for him, "I mean generally, one of the best." Eike shook his head, "You know I hate compliments." He replied, "They make me big-headed." The voice crackled over the radio again, "As if your head isn't big enough. Now listen closely, we've made this ship to your preference, Mercurian Mag and all. Look after it, I want to see it coming back with only a few marks under the window," where the kills were noted, "Your clear for launch, you have exactly one minute to get out of our atmosphere." Eike set the timer then replied confidently "Roger, corporal."
Setting the turbines to 90 degrees, Eike throttled up and hovered above the floor for a few moments while his undercarriage withdrew. "Preparing for warp." Eike called over the radio. "Make me proud." came a quiet, tearful voice. Turning the engines to 10 degree thrust, Eike pulled back on the Yoke, the aircraft leant backwards and he was left alone facing the sky. "Goodbye, Corporal."
"May God be with you." came the reply.
Eike pushed the throttle forward to full and the X-18 launched into the air, Eike glanced at his speedo, 500 knots already. "Ah well, sooner I get out, the better."
The atmosphere came with a welcome burst of heat. Everything went red for a moment of two, But Eike then found himself in Space, the final frontier, all those old DVD's his great grandma had before she passed on to the other side.... well, you sort of lose something when your turned a cyborg.
Anyway, Eike looked out to space, the vastness beat any film, any picture. Any experience could not beat that moment. Eike thrusted away from the earth and Mars fell into view around the moon. "This is Eike Sky, craft name ES001 reporting clear of atmosphere."
"Roger Echo, Sierra Zero-Zero-One. Forcefield reinitialized." Eike relaxed, the hard work was done, piloting was easy, if a little longwinded, and landing was his forté. Hence, an easy ride. Eike caught some shut eye before the landing, he had to make a good impression to the marsian.
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