Disclaimer: same old disclaimer, same OLE story. No own Trigun.
Chapter 11: Past
I was alone again. After he had Abby bring me back, he'd taken her out with him to speak with her about something.
It was probably to tell her more lies. I couldn't take it. He was turning my only ally here against me. What would I do if Abby wouldn't help me escape?
I was too weak to move on my own.
"OK, Mr. Alex." Abby said as she entered the cave. He followed not far after her. He walked up to me and threw something into my lap, "Here. It took me awhile but I managed to find all the reports."
I looked down at what had been thrown into my lap, and saw that it was a data pad. I picked it up and looked up at him, "All fabricated for sure."
His eyes narrowed, "Don't you trust anyone?" Then he turned and sat on the other side of the cave without letting me answer. He stared into the flickering flame and a look of resignation crossed his face.
I looked away and flicked on the DP and began listening to the first files.
-Mayday, mayday, this is Merchant ship Gallagher, we have been attacked by a Lunan Missile Fighter, I repeat...-
*Flashback*
Year: October 16, 2189 Five years earlier.
He stared out the front window port. Captain Jesse Nero smiled as he watched his crew had at work to keep the century old ship working. It was old, but reliable, kind of like an old violin, or wine. Nero smiled at that.
Yes, never had it failed to get them to their destination on time. If it weren't for Lunan customs officers then they'd be ahead of schedule instead of barely making it. But if their company was to keep in business, then all they had to do was grin and bear it.
The Lunan officials had become stricter on exactly what could be imported and what could be exported, as though they were afraid of something getting in, or out. All crates were thoroughly checked, for what, God only knows, then any personnel going for shore leave was also scanned with a background check and all other sorts of things.
Nero tapped his fingers on the edge of his seat and listed to the conversation his Communications officer was having with the Luna station's communications officer.
Apparently they had received a bomb threat, and needed to do a search of the ship. This was new. But considering how paranoid they seemed to be getting it wasn't surprising.
A Lunan Missile Fighter slowly approached the port side of the ship. Nero sat up straighter, "Now why in the hell are they using a LMF for a bomb scan?"
Suddenly a beam of white light shot out from the fighter and hit the port side. Nero was thrown to the deck along with the rest of his crew.
He pushed himself up immediately and yelled for status reports.
Nero made his way to the Comm station and set it to send an all frequency massage, "Mayday, mayday, this is Merchant ship Gallagher, we have been attacked by a Lunan Missile Fighter, I repeat..."
The LMF fired again.
"Captain! We've lost thruster control! Were descending towards Luna station!" A technician yelled from somewhere.
"Can it be fixed in time to veer off?!" Nero asked, searching out the tech.
"No sir! We've lost the port bulkheads along with engines 2 and 3, as well and the thrusters!"
"What about engines 1 and 4?" Nero asked as another explosion rocked the ship.
"We just lost power to the stern!" another tech yelled quickly answering that question.
"Impact in 5 seconds!" another yelled.
Nero gripped the headrest of the Comm chair and closed his eyes.
Then all was gone.
Admiral Ferry growled as the report came in that a merchant ship had been shot down over Luna Station. What in the hell was going on?
"Sir! LMFs are coming in from everywhere! They're attacking!"
The Admiral slammed his fist down on his armrest, "All ships: Evasive maneuvers!"
As the ships began to move, the Admiral shook his head, they would never make it, the Martian army had slowly been taken apart, it's battle ships left only to keep wayward meteors from destroying the fragile planet. The Admiral was the only military man in the Martian military that had been in the last world war of Earth. All others were either dead or retired.
The Lunan's were the only ones who'd kept up their army. The Admiral considered his options, the LMFs were far superior to their out dated Tactical Fighters, but they had more TFs then the Lunans had LMFs.
"Release all TF squads!" The Admiral yelled to the TF commander.
The commander gave a sharp salute then ran to get his squads in order. Within minutes the space between Mars and Earth was Hell.
"This can't be happening!" The reporter cried, mostly to herself, then: "The Lunan Government had openly declared war on Mars and its people! They are demanding an immediate surrender!"
*End flashback*
I gasped, turning off the feed. I looked up at Alex, but he wasn't facing me.
A shiver ran down my spine.
It couldn't be true. Slowly he turned, looking me in the eye, and I felt my own well up with tears.
It couldn't be true.
A billion trillion quadrillion thanks to foo for the input on EVERYTHING! You can thank her, too. IN A REVIEW!
Foo: *BONK* (Foo has just hit Magnet-Rose on the head.)
Magnet-Rose: Ow! What you do that for?
Foo: Aha, I see what you are doing here! A plot to get more reviews, huh?
Magnet-Rose: Well.... yes.
Foo: Oh, OK. *BONK*
Magnet-Rose: owww....
(A/N) I wanted to write more reports but I think Rem has got the idea.
Chapter 11: Past
I was alone again. After he had Abby bring me back, he'd taken her out with him to speak with her about something.
It was probably to tell her more lies. I couldn't take it. He was turning my only ally here against me. What would I do if Abby wouldn't help me escape?
I was too weak to move on my own.
"OK, Mr. Alex." Abby said as she entered the cave. He followed not far after her. He walked up to me and threw something into my lap, "Here. It took me awhile but I managed to find all the reports."
I looked down at what had been thrown into my lap, and saw that it was a data pad. I picked it up and looked up at him, "All fabricated for sure."
His eyes narrowed, "Don't you trust anyone?" Then he turned and sat on the other side of the cave without letting me answer. He stared into the flickering flame and a look of resignation crossed his face.
I looked away and flicked on the DP and began listening to the first files.
-Mayday, mayday, this is Merchant ship Gallagher, we have been attacked by a Lunan Missile Fighter, I repeat...-
*Flashback*
Year: October 16, 2189 Five years earlier.
He stared out the front window port. Captain Jesse Nero smiled as he watched his crew had at work to keep the century old ship working. It was old, but reliable, kind of like an old violin, or wine. Nero smiled at that.
Yes, never had it failed to get them to their destination on time. If it weren't for Lunan customs officers then they'd be ahead of schedule instead of barely making it. But if their company was to keep in business, then all they had to do was grin and bear it.
The Lunan officials had become stricter on exactly what could be imported and what could be exported, as though they were afraid of something getting in, or out. All crates were thoroughly checked, for what, God only knows, then any personnel going for shore leave was also scanned with a background check and all other sorts of things.
Nero tapped his fingers on the edge of his seat and listed to the conversation his Communications officer was having with the Luna station's communications officer.
Apparently they had received a bomb threat, and needed to do a search of the ship. This was new. But considering how paranoid they seemed to be getting it wasn't surprising.
A Lunan Missile Fighter slowly approached the port side of the ship. Nero sat up straighter, "Now why in the hell are they using a LMF for a bomb scan?"
Suddenly a beam of white light shot out from the fighter and hit the port side. Nero was thrown to the deck along with the rest of his crew.
He pushed himself up immediately and yelled for status reports.
Nero made his way to the Comm station and set it to send an all frequency massage, "Mayday, mayday, this is Merchant ship Gallagher, we have been attacked by a Lunan Missile Fighter, I repeat..."
The LMF fired again.
"Captain! We've lost thruster control! Were descending towards Luna station!" A technician yelled from somewhere.
"Can it be fixed in time to veer off?!" Nero asked, searching out the tech.
"No sir! We've lost the port bulkheads along with engines 2 and 3, as well and the thrusters!"
"What about engines 1 and 4?" Nero asked as another explosion rocked the ship.
"We just lost power to the stern!" another tech yelled quickly answering that question.
"Impact in 5 seconds!" another yelled.
Nero gripped the headrest of the Comm chair and closed his eyes.
Then all was gone.
Admiral Ferry growled as the report came in that a merchant ship had been shot down over Luna Station. What in the hell was going on?
"Sir! LMFs are coming in from everywhere! They're attacking!"
The Admiral slammed his fist down on his armrest, "All ships: Evasive maneuvers!"
As the ships began to move, the Admiral shook his head, they would never make it, the Martian army had slowly been taken apart, it's battle ships left only to keep wayward meteors from destroying the fragile planet. The Admiral was the only military man in the Martian military that had been in the last world war of Earth. All others were either dead or retired.
The Lunan's were the only ones who'd kept up their army. The Admiral considered his options, the LMFs were far superior to their out dated Tactical Fighters, but they had more TFs then the Lunans had LMFs.
"Release all TF squads!" The Admiral yelled to the TF commander.
The commander gave a sharp salute then ran to get his squads in order. Within minutes the space between Mars and Earth was Hell.
"This can't be happening!" The reporter cried, mostly to herself, then: "The Lunan Government had openly declared war on Mars and its people! They are demanding an immediate surrender!"
*End flashback*
I gasped, turning off the feed. I looked up at Alex, but he wasn't facing me.
A shiver ran down my spine.
It couldn't be true. Slowly he turned, looking me in the eye, and I felt my own well up with tears.
It couldn't be true.
A billion trillion quadrillion thanks to foo for the input on EVERYTHING! You can thank her, too. IN A REVIEW!
Foo: *BONK* (Foo has just hit Magnet-Rose on the head.)
Magnet-Rose: Ow! What you do that for?
Foo: Aha, I see what you are doing here! A plot to get more reviews, huh?
Magnet-Rose: Well.... yes.
Foo: Oh, OK. *BONK*
Magnet-Rose: owww....
(A/N) I wanted to write more reports but I think Rem has got the idea.