Well, I'm thinking about writing a TS story, so here's a prologue. If you like, please review and tell me, so I know whether to write th story or not. Thanks!
I do not own space station Philadelphia, General Solomon or Earth. Ben Hawk and Ochlorantis is mine.
"Bloody hell!" general Solomon exclaimed in amazement, "That thing's easily the size of our moon!" The object to which Solomon was referring was a great station, which had appeared out of nowhere two days after the final defeat of Nod. The station was long, thin and was the general shape of a giant squid. Strange hieroglyphs and warning makings were painted over it. Gun turrets could be seen sticking out from every angle, as could docking bays, sensors and all manner of escape hatches. "Sir, we have movement!"
Solomon looked at the lower portion of the great station to se a long nose slowly exit from the main body. "Christ, it's a gun. It's a fucking gun! They're going to blow up the Earth! I want the Ion cannon aimed at thing as soon as possible, all forces are to remain at code red. Jump troopers, prepare to attack the enemy craft."
The barrel had finally finished moving out of the space station, and was just as long. Slowly, generators could be seen starting up, a slight blue glow surrounding the spinning engines on the gun. The glow continued to increase until two great blue-white circles surrounded the upper section of the gun.
Solomon's eyes were suddenly averted to activity on the main monitor. "What the-who the hell are you?" The man on the screen was a tall, stern faced individual with a shock of black hair. There was something not right about him...something Solomon couldn't place. "My name is Ben Hawk, and I am the Ochlorantian ambassador to this solar system. I will explain more in due course, but for now I can only comfort you that the weapon before you is not aimed at Earth." The screen went blank, and the crew of the space station Philadelphia gaped at it. Moments later the whole station juddered violently as monitors exploded and everybody collapsed. Looking out the window, Solomon could see the gun had fired; a huge stream that would have engulfed Philadelphia had streaked straight past the Earth, and into a great ugly something which definitely wasn't there before. It was smaller than the Earth station, and the beam ripped away at the craft with ease. It looked incredibly industrial; the person who designed that craft was obviously not someone who was interested in aesthetics. This ship was there to a job and nothing else. As the craft exploded, and in several places imploded, Solomon found himself in the middle of a raging war.
Fighters of all shapes and sizes were blasting away at each other; moving at speeds the Orca could never hope to compare with. On one hand, there were the sleek ships with strong dreadlocks on each side, and on the other ships with no definitive shape whatsoever. Philadelphia was helpless; she had no fighters of her own. The worst part about all this? Solomon hadn't had any coffee that morning.
So how was it? Don't forget to review! Thanks for reading, and goodnight! ...or morning, or lunchtime, or afternoon, or...