So here it is, my 'story.' Why do I use the word story loosely like that? Simple really, everyone has a 'story' to tell.... but that's all it is, just another story in an endless pile. Well mine's different. This isn't no friggen story. This is my life. My hopes, dreams, thoughts, and ideas....And it begins with me doing what I seem to do best. Running
Our ship was blasting through space, running at full speed. The damn thing was a piece of crap. It was basically built to only hold a crew of four. There was only one room for sleeping and nothing else. Yes, this metal rust bucket was that small.
We were being tailed by some Space Forces and if that wasn't enough, a small band of Pirates seemed to be helping them. Just great.
"We just took another hit the starboard side!" My navigator and good friend, Sky, said holding on to her control panel for dear life.
"The thrusters are running low and they seem to be trying to knock our weapons offline!-" There was a large explosion under the ship. "Correction. Weapons are now offline." That lovely remark came from my right-hand-man and just-as-good friend, Volk.
"Dammit! We are SO screwed! Sky! Is there anywhere reasonably close that we can land this thing!" I yelled from the main control panel, the thing that kept this ship from being torn apart...I must say, I'm a pretty decent pilot when I wanted to be. And now I REALLY wanted to be.
"There's a small planet some lightyards away but we won't make it if you don't drive this thing better!"
"Just cool it! I'm doing the best I can! This stupid ship isn't state-of-the-art, you know!"
Sky went silent and starred at her screen, but it wasn't because of what I said to her. She saw two fairly large ships break away from the group of Space Forces. She put it up on the main screen. Their speed increased and then came right at us. I wouldn't have been so nervous if I didn't see two large, steel arms come from the undersides.
"Oh Shit," I said aloud, "Grapplers."
"C'mon man! Get us the hell outta here!" Volk said, not taking his eye off the two ships.
I brought up the manual steering mode of my console. It was nothing big, just a fancy looking steering wheel. But it sure as hell helped out in a crisis.
One of the two ships flew right over us, I jerked the wheel hard to the left just escaping the long deadly claws coming at my ship.
I eyed the turbo button on my console. The thing would push this puppy up and over the max but it also has never been used before...On the account the person who put it in said it's a 'last resort'
Bam! A grappler arm took off a nice chunk of my ship with a slap to the side. This is what I get for thinking in a battle. BAM! A bigger hit to the other side. Stop thinking, dammit!
"Hey, you think you want to start flying right?" Volk yelled to me.
I sneered at his remark and forced the ship into a dive, which was just like taking a normal turn out in space.
I was heading for that planet and I would get there no matter what. Those ships were close behind us and gaining fast, I had to out run them. I reluctantly hit the turbo button, with that man's warning running through my mind.
"Just be careful when you use this. It's more then likely to rip your ship apart."
My ship shook under me, then shook again and went silent. Oh and when I mean silent, I mean that the thrusters and everything on the bridge went silent. We stalled. So we sat there, the preverbal ship with out a paddle. Just great.
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EDIT: THIS STORY HAS EXPERMENTAL WRITING TECHNIQUES IN IT! SO IT MAY CHANGE WRITING STYLES MID WAY THROUGH IT. PLEASE DON'T THINK ANY LESS OF THE STORY OR IT'S PLOT. THANK YOU. Alphablades
Author's note: Ahhh, The was a perrrrrty first chapter and a nice cliff hanger. Sure you know crap about what's going on but the first chapter is supposed to be like that so you read the second one which adds depth to the story and sucks you in to read the rest! Bwahahahaha!!!