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Uniform of Destruction
Chapter One
By: Hell Raizen Duet
On the ship, all was quiet. Four of the squad slept in their stasis pods, to prevent natural territorialism from taking over. The other four were standing on the bridge.
"Estimated Time of Arrival," spoke the first closest to the console, "Fifteen minutes until we reach the checkpoint."
"Good," said the tallest. "Syln, check on the weapons-- I don't want anything getting loose."
"Aye, sir," said the one furthest from the console. The female stood, saluted, and left.
The addressed watched as his underling disappeared into the dark shadows of the rest of the vessel and kept eyes there until he was aroused out of his reverie by his other companion, the shorter male who was looking rather amused at the moment. "What's the problem, Tom?" He injected rather too quickly for his taste.
"You're such a lecher, Cefo," Tom mused before speaking aloud. "Nothing, Captain."
"I heard that, you know." Cefo slanted his gaze towards his best friend. "Just because I'm half-human doesn't mean I can't hear."
"I know, Captain," Tom replied. "Besides, dork, you ARE a lech."
"Twelve minutes," Cielo interjected. "Tom, you're my Knight. Treat my cousin properly, please."
Tom took this time to actually let a Keedrow version of a smile slip through his grim facade before replying, "But I am...protecting all females from him. I'm doing your species a favor, mind you. Free of charge." Possessing the audacity to actually bow toward his Allieged, he smirked before dropping the happy face. "My Lady, don't you have anything to report to your cous-- Captain?"
Cielo sighed. "ETA... Eleven minutes and counting." Her eyes widened and her ears perked. "Is that...?"
"Cielo?" The Captain asked sharply, turning towards her.
"Sir, I detect an enemy ship in the area... which is impossible, because they know we routinely patrol this sector."
Cefo's eyebrows dropped as he ordered Tom to identify the vessel and Cielo to hail it if possible.
No one saw the building energy signature from the vessel.
"Sir, I've got a contact line on it," Cielo reported. "Captain-to-Captain, of course."
"Good," Cefo said. "Is it open?"
"Yes, sir."
He leaned over and hit the com switch. But at that moment, Syln came careening through the door.
"Captain!" Syln hissed, breathlessly. Her kohl-lined almond-shaped eyes seemed frantic. "There are several energy canisters loose... they're prototypes, and one of them is near the stasis pods."
"Grutnictz!" Swore Cefo. "Like anything else can go wrong."
"It already has, Captain," Tom reported from the weapons station. "They're preparing to fire on us."
"Well, are we Mreetsai, or are we Mreetsai?" Cefo asked, bitter irony in his voice.
"Permission to fire first?" Tom asked.
"Granted. Fire at will."
"Locked on-" Tom was cut off when the ship was rocked by something unknown.
Syln deflated, her ears drooping as she knew exactly what happened. "Pod 1, offline, damage to decks 3a-5c, initiating deck recovery, shields at 75% and dropping."
Cefo felt the urge to growl, something that he even managed to suppress under extreme circumstances. "Tom." He barked, sending the engineer into high gear and firing like it was the last thing he could do.
"Fuck!" Cefo cried, when he realized that it hadn't damaged the enemy ship. "You goddamn son of a bitch, YOUR SHIP IS MINE! Tom, fire again! Use the high-energy canon!"
"Aye, sir!" His Third in Command replied, sliding into the seat behind the high-energy beam canon.
"Go for the balls, Tom." Cefo said. "Hit 'em where it hurts."
"Got it," Tom said. "Target locked... Firing!"
The high-energy beam canon fired, and the entire ship kicked backwards from the recoil.
"Tell me we blew that piece of shit to smithereens," Cefo sighed.
"We did, sir," Tom set the cat ears atop his head into a grin.
"Good."
But a small explosion rocked the ship.
"What the fuck was that?" Cefo cried, alarmed. "Close off whatever it took out! Seal the stasis area!"
"Done and done," Cielo replied.
"Well, Syln? You're the ballistics expert. What was it?"
She closed her eyes, pained. "One of the prototype canisters, sir."
Cielo looked up from the console. "The inside of the ship took relatively minor damage, Captain."
"That's good, at least." He then turned to Syln, who made a noise akin to a sigh. "However, why do I get the feeling that there's more I should be made aware of?"
Syln's shoulders fell as she looked like she regretted ever returning to the bridge. "Because with the two already used, that means there are 48 more of them left, and if two made it out of their bindings, I'm not so sure about the rest of them."
Well then, go check it out, was the unspoken order that she immediately obeyed.
"Two of them made it out of their bindings, doing little actual damage... then what good are they as weapons?" Cefo wondered.
"Well, they're designed only to actually EXPLODE in a ship other than ours. They recognize the ship's signature, and do little damage," Tom said, checking the readouts.
Syln moved through the winding passageways of the ship, noting that the explosion had disabled the gravity function. At length, she reached the weapons storage. From a sight guess, she'd have said roughly half the canisters were rolling loose. Sighing, she picked one up to return it to its container.
The canister's indicator light turned red and the silver cylinder began to beep. The other canisters struck up a chorus of similar actions.
Her eyes widened as the beeping grew swifter, and suddenly, twenty-three canisters exploded at once.
The explosion rocked the ship once more, and Cefo cursed. "That was a bad one."
"Indeed," Tom observed.
"There's that ever-existent 'but' in there. What else is there on them, Tom?"
Tom scanned the document before twin eyebrows raised slightly. "If they explode in mass amounts, they'll damage anything, regardless of signature."
Cefo mused on this before explaining what he thought Tom meant. "So you mean if there is more than one or five of them, if they go 'ka-plewy' screw whatever ship they're on, they'll blow it to smithereens regardless."
Tom nodded grimly.
"That's beautiful. Cielo, check the sensors for Syln. It doesn't take that long to get to the cargo bay."
"Sir, on it, sir." Cielo watched the display before recognizing her companion's heat signature. "She's in the cargo bay, but she's stationary."
"Open up the link. She's taking too damned long." Cefo leaned on the console next to his cousin.
"I am getting no response from her, sir."
"Is she out?" Cefo asked, concerned.
"Yes, sir, I think so."
"Damn it. We'll have to go check on her ourselves."
With that, the other two stood. "Grab your weapons from the locker. I have a feeling we may need them, to... convince her to go to the infirmary."
Urgency added step to their already quick pace as they made their way toward the cargo bay, the air around the three singing with something unknown. Something dangerous.
Cefo nodded to the two flanking him before making his way toward the last obstacle between them and the cargo bay. "On my three, we're in. Got it," he relayed to his team, who nodded in acquiesce. "Let's go."
"One... two... three."
With that, Cefo slid his ID card into the slot by the door. The door hissed open, to reveal Syln lying amidst twenty-four prototype canisters. Near the viewscreen, a white... something... crackled with electricity.
"I don't think that was supposed to happen." Tom said.
Cefo snarled. "I'm going to wake Syln, and then we'll explore it. Grab one of those canisters. We can safely assume their explosion was what caused it. We may need them to get back."
"Right!" Tom said, snagging three canisters.
Cefo bent to wake Syln.
Cielo yelling for her captain once she looked down at her legs triggered whatever had happened with the canisters. Her very own flesh and blood legs that were slowly...disappearing as it were. Looking around to the others, she noticed that they were in the same state as she; only to disappear as the room went insubstantial and colorless. It was like water, except they could breathe. It felt like air, except it felt like, well, none of them could describe it, but the experience in itself was rather awe-inspiring.
Where the portal ended however, made Cefo immediately wish for a re-run of the past fifteen minutes.
They found themselves on a ship- as in, a sailing, three-masted ship, with a smelly, dirty crew all staring at them.
It was probably their uniforms.
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Uniform of Destruction
Chapter One
By: Hell Raizen Duet
On the ship, all was quiet. Four of the squad slept in their stasis pods, to prevent natural territorialism from taking over. The other four were standing on the bridge.
"Estimated Time of Arrival," spoke the first closest to the console, "Fifteen minutes until we reach the checkpoint."
"Good," said the tallest. "Syln, check on the weapons-- I don't want anything getting loose."
"Aye, sir," said the one furthest from the console. The female stood, saluted, and left.
The addressed watched as his underling disappeared into the dark shadows of the rest of the vessel and kept eyes there until he was aroused out of his reverie by his other companion, the shorter male who was looking rather amused at the moment. "What's the problem, Tom?" He injected rather too quickly for his taste.
"You're such a lecher, Cefo," Tom mused before speaking aloud. "Nothing, Captain."
"I heard that, you know." Cefo slanted his gaze towards his best friend. "Just because I'm half-human doesn't mean I can't hear."
"I know, Captain," Tom replied. "Besides, dork, you ARE a lech."
"Twelve minutes," Cielo interjected. "Tom, you're my Knight. Treat my cousin properly, please."
Tom took this time to actually let a Keedrow version of a smile slip through his grim facade before replying, "But I am...protecting all females from him. I'm doing your species a favor, mind you. Free of charge." Possessing the audacity to actually bow toward his Allieged, he smirked before dropping the happy face. "My Lady, don't you have anything to report to your cous-- Captain?"
Cielo sighed. "ETA... Eleven minutes and counting." Her eyes widened and her ears perked. "Is that...?"
"Cielo?" The Captain asked sharply, turning towards her.
"Sir, I detect an enemy ship in the area... which is impossible, because they know we routinely patrol this sector."
Cefo's eyebrows dropped as he ordered Tom to identify the vessel and Cielo to hail it if possible.
No one saw the building energy signature from the vessel.
"Sir, I've got a contact line on it," Cielo reported. "Captain-to-Captain, of course."
"Good," Cefo said. "Is it open?"
"Yes, sir."
He leaned over and hit the com switch. But at that moment, Syln came careening through the door.
"Captain!" Syln hissed, breathlessly. Her kohl-lined almond-shaped eyes seemed frantic. "There are several energy canisters loose... they're prototypes, and one of them is near the stasis pods."
"Grutnictz!" Swore Cefo. "Like anything else can go wrong."
"It already has, Captain," Tom reported from the weapons station. "They're preparing to fire on us."
"Well, are we Mreetsai, or are we Mreetsai?" Cefo asked, bitter irony in his voice.
"Permission to fire first?" Tom asked.
"Granted. Fire at will."
"Locked on-" Tom was cut off when the ship was rocked by something unknown.
Syln deflated, her ears drooping as she knew exactly what happened. "Pod 1, offline, damage to decks 3a-5c, initiating deck recovery, shields at 75% and dropping."
Cefo felt the urge to growl, something that he even managed to suppress under extreme circumstances. "Tom." He barked, sending the engineer into high gear and firing like it was the last thing he could do.
"Fuck!" Cefo cried, when he realized that it hadn't damaged the enemy ship. "You goddamn son of a bitch, YOUR SHIP IS MINE! Tom, fire again! Use the high-energy canon!"
"Aye, sir!" His Third in Command replied, sliding into the seat behind the high-energy beam canon.
"Go for the balls, Tom." Cefo said. "Hit 'em where it hurts."
"Got it," Tom said. "Target locked... Firing!"
The high-energy beam canon fired, and the entire ship kicked backwards from the recoil.
"Tell me we blew that piece of shit to smithereens," Cefo sighed.
"We did, sir," Tom set the cat ears atop his head into a grin.
"Good."
But a small explosion rocked the ship.
"What the fuck was that?" Cefo cried, alarmed. "Close off whatever it took out! Seal the stasis area!"
"Done and done," Cielo replied.
"Well, Syln? You're the ballistics expert. What was it?"
She closed her eyes, pained. "One of the prototype canisters, sir."
Cielo looked up from the console. "The inside of the ship took relatively minor damage, Captain."
"That's good, at least." He then turned to Syln, who made a noise akin to a sigh. "However, why do I get the feeling that there's more I should be made aware of?"
Syln's shoulders fell as she looked like she regretted ever returning to the bridge. "Because with the two already used, that means there are 48 more of them left, and if two made it out of their bindings, I'm not so sure about the rest of them."
Well then, go check it out, was the unspoken order that she immediately obeyed.
"Two of them made it out of their bindings, doing little actual damage... then what good are they as weapons?" Cefo wondered.
"Well, they're designed only to actually EXPLODE in a ship other than ours. They recognize the ship's signature, and do little damage," Tom said, checking the readouts.
Syln moved through the winding passageways of the ship, noting that the explosion had disabled the gravity function. At length, she reached the weapons storage. From a sight guess, she'd have said roughly half the canisters were rolling loose. Sighing, she picked one up to return it to its container.
The canister's indicator light turned red and the silver cylinder began to beep. The other canisters struck up a chorus of similar actions.
Her eyes widened as the beeping grew swifter, and suddenly, twenty-three canisters exploded at once.
The explosion rocked the ship once more, and Cefo cursed. "That was a bad one."
"Indeed," Tom observed.
"There's that ever-existent 'but' in there. What else is there on them, Tom?"
Tom scanned the document before twin eyebrows raised slightly. "If they explode in mass amounts, they'll damage anything, regardless of signature."
Cefo mused on this before explaining what he thought Tom meant. "So you mean if there is more than one or five of them, if they go 'ka-plewy' screw whatever ship they're on, they'll blow it to smithereens regardless."
Tom nodded grimly.
"That's beautiful. Cielo, check the sensors for Syln. It doesn't take that long to get to the cargo bay."
"Sir, on it, sir." Cielo watched the display before recognizing her companion's heat signature. "She's in the cargo bay, but she's stationary."
"Open up the link. She's taking too damned long." Cefo leaned on the console next to his cousin.
"I am getting no response from her, sir."
"Is she out?" Cefo asked, concerned.
"Yes, sir, I think so."
"Damn it. We'll have to go check on her ourselves."
With that, the other two stood. "Grab your weapons from the locker. I have a feeling we may need them, to... convince her to go to the infirmary."
Urgency added step to their already quick pace as they made their way toward the cargo bay, the air around the three singing with something unknown. Something dangerous.
Cefo nodded to the two flanking him before making his way toward the last obstacle between them and the cargo bay. "On my three, we're in. Got it," he relayed to his team, who nodded in acquiesce. "Let's go."
"One... two... three."
With that, Cefo slid his ID card into the slot by the door. The door hissed open, to reveal Syln lying amidst twenty-four prototype canisters. Near the viewscreen, a white... something... crackled with electricity.
"I don't think that was supposed to happen." Tom said.
Cefo snarled. "I'm going to wake Syln, and then we'll explore it. Grab one of those canisters. We can safely assume their explosion was what caused it. We may need them to get back."
"Right!" Tom said, snagging three canisters.
Cefo bent to wake Syln.
Cielo yelling for her captain once she looked down at her legs triggered whatever had happened with the canisters. Her very own flesh and blood legs that were slowly...disappearing as it were. Looking around to the others, she noticed that they were in the same state as she; only to disappear as the room went insubstantial and colorless. It was like water, except they could breathe. It felt like air, except it felt like, well, none of them could describe it, but the experience in itself was rather awe-inspiring.
Where the portal ended however, made Cefo immediately wish for a re-run of the past fifteen minutes.
They found themselves on a ship- as in, a sailing, three-masted ship, with a smelly, dirty crew all staring at them.
It was probably their uniforms.
TBC: (A/N: This is like our total first team-up ever, and we are so new here, so pleez, lotsa' reviews and lotsa love for you! XD)