Chapter Eight: Blue Skies
AN: Downloadin some MP3's and thought that its time to hack away at Chapter Eight. Enjoy!
Marguerite held her breath… Her eyes gazed out at the broken green field below. Her hand clenched around her silver hand pistol. She breathed in though clenched teeth, her mind raced, "What in the bloody hell is going on!?" she thought. Her memory faintly brought back the feeling of the severe tremors, and her legs still shaking at the mere thought of having to live though that again.
She looked about, seeing Roxton next to her. His face was a slab of stone, as the holstered his rifle out at the field. His eyes popped open, and his mouth fell open. His voice was loud with a start, "What in the bloody hell is THAT?" he cried.
Challenger dropped his rifle, Veronica collapsed to one knee, and Malone dropped his pen from his journal. Their eyes gazed at the field, as it exploded in a shower of brown earth.
* * *
Cirrus felt the last of the vibrations being absorbed by the ship's impressive stabilizers. Slowly, he opened his eyes, seeing the last small layer of ground in his way. Pressing down on the control panel, the ship responded, kicking into a higher engine output, blasting its way though the stony layer. The golden ship, burst through the thin layer of soil, as moth freed from its chrysalis prison. Cirrus slowed the ship's accent, as it exited from the pit. He pressed a few buttons, and the ship engines powered down. The automatic hovering came on-line, holding the ship at a steady altitude of 150 feet. Cirrus slowly turned the massive 700-meter ship, its golden armor gleaming brightly in the sun. Its streamline body, rippling with blue currents of electrity. The two small wings on the back of the ship, small but sturdy enough to handle the rigors of Trans-Warp travel.
The side thrusters on the ship came on, like small spouts of blue fire, the ship slowly moved in a 90-degree angle. The tempered nose of the ship, slowly moved to face directly at the gathered group of Zanga people. Looking out the main view screen, Cirrus saw the faces of his old comrades. Startled and caught off guard by the sudden rebirth of the sleeping giant below.
* * *
Challenger quickly snapped out of his daze, he hurriedly glanced about seeing his fellow explores in the same situation, "Hurry everyone! Let's get away from here!"
Veronica nodded, "What ever that thing is, it's big and it looks like it can really dish it out!"
Roxton nodded, "No kidding… That's gotta be bigger than the whole bloody Royal Navy!"
Malone nodded, "I'm more concerned on who's actually driving that thing. Or even if it even has a driver!"
Marguerite blanched, "I just hope its someone who can get us off the plateau."
Roxton shook his head, "Judging by the turrets on that thing, I am not sure if there will even be a plateau after that thing gets a chance to fire."
Veronica looked about, the Zanga warriors dropping their weapons, one by one. Falling to their knees, praying, and some weeping to the reawakened golden god. Each brave warrior, pleading for mercy…
She looked back up at the flying fortress, a small part of her wanted to do the same thing…
* * *
Cirrus gazed at the act on the main view screen. "What are they doing?" He thought to himself. "They can't possibly think that the Gathron is some sort of… divine being?"
He looked at the bridge of the battleship, "Perhaps… The Gathron was a god to some people. But now… It's my ticket out of this place!"
Walking quickly over to the helm control, he fired a small burst from the forward thrusters, pushing the ship along towards the village at a smooth cruising speed of 6 knots. He brought up the mulit-phaseic shields, to protect the hull from the arrows and spears of the Zanga. He chuckled at this, knowing that the ultra-dense hull could survive a close-ranged explosion from a nuclear warhead… He looked out at the Zanga, "I just don't want them to screw up the damn paint job…"
* * *
Challenger held his hat, as the golden flying fortress like ship, came slowly at them. The ground begun to shake, as the intense energy fields of the ship came to life. Roxton covered his eyes, as the intense energy fields started up small lighting storms. Bolts of bright lighting burnt blackened spots into the earth. This sent up small clouds of dust, making the lights of the ship stick out against the dust. Giving the approaching ship a sense of omnipotent power.
Malone held his journal next to his chest, his voice loud as he tried to talk above the thunderous blast of the thrusters, and the ear-splitting crack of the lightening. "Challenger!! We need to get out of here!" he was thrown back, by a sudden blast of ionized air. Veronica called to him, and Ned motioned to her that he was alright.
Challenger grabbed onto Ned's arm, hauling him to his feet. "I fully agree, Ned!" He looked at the group, "Let us head to a safer position…"
Roxton grabbed Challenger's shoulder, Challenger looked at Roxton, and he pointed upwards. Challenger gazed up to the heavens, and saw that the golden beast was directly over head.
Veronica looked at Challenger, "Too late…" he voice wavered with a bit of emotion. Marguerite looked at Roxton, then up at the hovering fortress. It felt, as if their short time on the Plateau, was going to come to an abrupt, and violent end.
* * *
Cirrus slowed the ship's forward motion to an gradual stop. With a small blast from the rear thrusters, he smoothly equaled out the forward motion, and with the combined velocity, he was able to save a small bit of fuel from being expelled. Without the ship's primary source of Power on-line. He was running off the reserves of the ship, and sadly, those reserves were starting to wan under the intense drain of the takeoff, exiting, and now the restart of the primary systems.
He had taken off-line all non-essential systems, and that had bought him a few more hours worth of back up fuel. However, it would take more than just 'reserve' fuel to complete what he had planned. Nevertheless, for now, he had to get the primary reactor on-line. Unfortunately, there was just one small matter that needed to be taken care of. He pressed down on the autopilot. After entering a few select commands, he pressed another small button. The desk ahead of him, split apart as a small viewscreen came out. A area of land came up on the holographic display. It was the Zanga village, and Cirrus had plans for it. He entered a few coordinates, and activated the Subspace transporter.
* * *
Challenger saw a small part of the ship opening, splitting apart like blossoming flower. He looked at the group, "Something's happening!" He said
Just as his words proved true, a bright beam shot down from the opening, forming a bright pillar onto the jungle floor. Stretching more than forty meters in the air, the glowing pillar made a giant tube like structure, forming from the bottom of the ship, down to the earth below.
Roxton looked at the deceive, "What the…" he muttered, he took a step forward, but jumped back as a figure slowly formed on the ground. Particles of light, slowly at first, then more rapidly, Light became matter and the small fragments of matter took on a larger shape. This process took only mere seconds, before Cirrus stood with his comrades again. The tube dissolved into nothing, and the port on the ship reclosed. Reforming, and molding back into shape. Like a piece of skin, healing over a old injury.
Cirrus eyed the group, smiling, trying not to grin at their obvious shock. "Hello all." He smiled, "It's been a while."
AN: Downloadin some MP3's and thought that its time to hack away at Chapter Eight. Enjoy!
Marguerite held her breath… Her eyes gazed out at the broken green field below. Her hand clenched around her silver hand pistol. She breathed in though clenched teeth, her mind raced, "What in the bloody hell is going on!?" she thought. Her memory faintly brought back the feeling of the severe tremors, and her legs still shaking at the mere thought of having to live though that again.
She looked about, seeing Roxton next to her. His face was a slab of stone, as the holstered his rifle out at the field. His eyes popped open, and his mouth fell open. His voice was loud with a start, "What in the bloody hell is THAT?" he cried.
Challenger dropped his rifle, Veronica collapsed to one knee, and Malone dropped his pen from his journal. Their eyes gazed at the field, as it exploded in a shower of brown earth.
* * *
Cirrus felt the last of the vibrations being absorbed by the ship's impressive stabilizers. Slowly, he opened his eyes, seeing the last small layer of ground in his way. Pressing down on the control panel, the ship responded, kicking into a higher engine output, blasting its way though the stony layer. The golden ship, burst through the thin layer of soil, as moth freed from its chrysalis prison. Cirrus slowed the ship's accent, as it exited from the pit. He pressed a few buttons, and the ship engines powered down. The automatic hovering came on-line, holding the ship at a steady altitude of 150 feet. Cirrus slowly turned the massive 700-meter ship, its golden armor gleaming brightly in the sun. Its streamline body, rippling with blue currents of electrity. The two small wings on the back of the ship, small but sturdy enough to handle the rigors of Trans-Warp travel.
The side thrusters on the ship came on, like small spouts of blue fire, the ship slowly moved in a 90-degree angle. The tempered nose of the ship, slowly moved to face directly at the gathered group of Zanga people. Looking out the main view screen, Cirrus saw the faces of his old comrades. Startled and caught off guard by the sudden rebirth of the sleeping giant below.
* * *
Challenger quickly snapped out of his daze, he hurriedly glanced about seeing his fellow explores in the same situation, "Hurry everyone! Let's get away from here!"
Veronica nodded, "What ever that thing is, it's big and it looks like it can really dish it out!"
Roxton nodded, "No kidding… That's gotta be bigger than the whole bloody Royal Navy!"
Malone nodded, "I'm more concerned on who's actually driving that thing. Or even if it even has a driver!"
Marguerite blanched, "I just hope its someone who can get us off the plateau."
Roxton shook his head, "Judging by the turrets on that thing, I am not sure if there will even be a plateau after that thing gets a chance to fire."
Veronica looked about, the Zanga warriors dropping their weapons, one by one. Falling to their knees, praying, and some weeping to the reawakened golden god. Each brave warrior, pleading for mercy…
She looked back up at the flying fortress, a small part of her wanted to do the same thing…
* * *
Cirrus gazed at the act on the main view screen. "What are they doing?" He thought to himself. "They can't possibly think that the Gathron is some sort of… divine being?"
He looked at the bridge of the battleship, "Perhaps… The Gathron was a god to some people. But now… It's my ticket out of this place!"
Walking quickly over to the helm control, he fired a small burst from the forward thrusters, pushing the ship along towards the village at a smooth cruising speed of 6 knots. He brought up the mulit-phaseic shields, to protect the hull from the arrows and spears of the Zanga. He chuckled at this, knowing that the ultra-dense hull could survive a close-ranged explosion from a nuclear warhead… He looked out at the Zanga, "I just don't want them to screw up the damn paint job…"
* * *
Challenger held his hat, as the golden flying fortress like ship, came slowly at them. The ground begun to shake, as the intense energy fields of the ship came to life. Roxton covered his eyes, as the intense energy fields started up small lighting storms. Bolts of bright lighting burnt blackened spots into the earth. This sent up small clouds of dust, making the lights of the ship stick out against the dust. Giving the approaching ship a sense of omnipotent power.
Malone held his journal next to his chest, his voice loud as he tried to talk above the thunderous blast of the thrusters, and the ear-splitting crack of the lightening. "Challenger!! We need to get out of here!" he was thrown back, by a sudden blast of ionized air. Veronica called to him, and Ned motioned to her that he was alright.
Challenger grabbed onto Ned's arm, hauling him to his feet. "I fully agree, Ned!" He looked at the group, "Let us head to a safer position…"
Roxton grabbed Challenger's shoulder, Challenger looked at Roxton, and he pointed upwards. Challenger gazed up to the heavens, and saw that the golden beast was directly over head.
Veronica looked at Challenger, "Too late…" he voice wavered with a bit of emotion. Marguerite looked at Roxton, then up at the hovering fortress. It felt, as if their short time on the Plateau, was going to come to an abrupt, and violent end.
* * *
Cirrus slowed the ship's forward motion to an gradual stop. With a small blast from the rear thrusters, he smoothly equaled out the forward motion, and with the combined velocity, he was able to save a small bit of fuel from being expelled. Without the ship's primary source of Power on-line. He was running off the reserves of the ship, and sadly, those reserves were starting to wan under the intense drain of the takeoff, exiting, and now the restart of the primary systems.
He had taken off-line all non-essential systems, and that had bought him a few more hours worth of back up fuel. However, it would take more than just 'reserve' fuel to complete what he had planned. Nevertheless, for now, he had to get the primary reactor on-line. Unfortunately, there was just one small matter that needed to be taken care of. He pressed down on the autopilot. After entering a few select commands, he pressed another small button. The desk ahead of him, split apart as a small viewscreen came out. A area of land came up on the holographic display. It was the Zanga village, and Cirrus had plans for it. He entered a few coordinates, and activated the Subspace transporter.
* * *
Challenger saw a small part of the ship opening, splitting apart like blossoming flower. He looked at the group, "Something's happening!" He said
Just as his words proved true, a bright beam shot down from the opening, forming a bright pillar onto the jungle floor. Stretching more than forty meters in the air, the glowing pillar made a giant tube like structure, forming from the bottom of the ship, down to the earth below.
Roxton looked at the deceive, "What the…" he muttered, he took a step forward, but jumped back as a figure slowly formed on the ground. Particles of light, slowly at first, then more rapidly, Light became matter and the small fragments of matter took on a larger shape. This process took only mere seconds, before Cirrus stood with his comrades again. The tube dissolved into nothing, and the port on the ship reclosed. Reforming, and molding back into shape. Like a piece of skin, healing over a old injury.
Cirrus eyed the group, smiling, trying not to grin at their obvious shock. "Hello all." He smiled, "It's been a while."