Escape
Dreams are a window to a reality few care to tread….
1 From the Harvester's Journal
The small freighter was rocked by blasts as it raced through the planet's thin atmosphere. A thick cloud of snub-nosed star-fighters chased it, headed by Xanatos. Obi Wan helped both Soralis and Qui Gon to the freighter's bridge, where they all quickly strapped themselves in.
Obi Wan's attention was caught between the fighters and the two he had just helped rescue. His master had already lapsed into unconsciousness and the woman wasn't in much better shape. She seemed to be staring at nothing and was almost catatonic.
"Go, get to the quad-guns." Prophet ordered, almost snarling. Obi Wan nodded and hastily ran to the ship's main weapon's array.
He quickly strapped himself into the chair and placed the targeting visor over his eyes, just as the first star-fighters came into range.
Soralis was rigid. Visions danced in her mind, cascading one over the other. A Star-gate set in a marble temple; a valley city. Meydum. A promise of safety. Numbers danced in her mind as her hands moved of their own volition over the navigation computer's controls.
***
Xanatos grinned as he ordered the Indicator to close in on the fugitive freighter while he and his fighters kept the ship bottled up. The star- fighters closed in on the freighter in a thick, intimidating cloud. "Aim for their engines and weapons-array. I need the passengers alive," he warned.
***
Prophet cursed as the sensors wailed. "Obi Wan, Indicator closing in. Give me some room to maneuver!" He looked at his passengers and cursed again. Soralis was entranced, her hands flying over the navigation-computer's controls programming it in a way he had never seen before.
"Understood." Obi Wan shot back. "I hate flying," he muttered as the fighters closed in. He gripped the firing controls and began to decimate the cloud of star-fighters.
***
The Captain of the Indicator, a ship capable of generating a field, which could prevent another ship from entering hyperspace, grinned in triumph. "How much longer until the disruption-field generator is on-line?" he asked the technician beside him.
"Not much longer Captain." A sensor chirped on his control-panel. "Ah, there we go," the technician said calmly. "Sir, the field has been activated."
"Excellent. Open a channel to our friends out there," The captain replied.
"Channel opened," the computer remarked.
"Unidentified freighter. You are trespassing on Federation space. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded. You can't escape."
***
"Federation space, right." Obi Wan muttered as he blew up another fighter who stupidly got into laser range. The ship's sensors wailed again. "What is it now?" he shouted into his comm-link.
"They just initiated the hyperspace field disruptor!" Prophet shouted back as he maneuvered the ship between two star fighters who couldn't pull up fast enough to avoid running into each other. Prophet grinned wolfishly to himself. They wouldn't find this ship easy to take.
***
Dozens of possible futures flickered in her mind's eye, each one less attractive then the last. Soralis' hands flew over the controls, making countless adjustments. Zanar Dun and Sitari looked on, invisible to the others and all too aware of the Indicator no more than half a solar system away.
/They'll never make it.\ Zanar said worriedly. /Come on.\
Sitari took his hand and the two of them vanished, only to reappear in the Indicator's engine room. Surrounded by a powerful shield less than an atom thick was a column of energy, sending waves of dissonance into hyperspace. Zanar and Sitari began to glow, funneling energy into the field disruptor; overloading it.
***
Prophet banked and wheeled his ship as Obi Wan cleared a path for him, demolishing fighter after fighter. He knew quite well that Xanatos was flying just out of range, ordering his troops to delay and confuse them. It was a fairly good tactic, one that was working all too well. He jerked forward in his seat as the ship shuddered.
"What's going on?" he shouted into his comm-link.
"Tractor beam!" Prophet shouted. "They have us in a tractor beam," he said as his hand strayed towards the self-destruct button. He wouldn't let Xanatos take the ship. Better dead, then dark. He told himself as he closed his eyes. Better dead, then a slave.
Xanatos grinned in self-satisfaction. He'd kill the veiled man slowly, and then turn the boy. As for his two former "guests" he would strip every sense of identity from them until they could no longer even dream of escape. He jerked in pain as the force shrieked around him, drawing his attention to the Indicator.
A fireball of incandescent energy erupted out of the engine room as the hyperspace disruptor exploded, the shockwave moving outward too fast for the engineers to escape or prevent it from enveloping the ship. Xanatos' eyes widened in horror as his precious Indicator was incinerated.
Soralis' hands flew over the navigation computer's controls, initiating the hyperspace sequence. As Prophet finally realized what she was doing, the ship was catapulted into hyperspace. Soralis slumped forward, only to be caught by Prophet before she hit the console in front of her.
Dreams are a window to a reality few care to tread….
1 From the Harvester's Journal
The small freighter was rocked by blasts as it raced through the planet's thin atmosphere. A thick cloud of snub-nosed star-fighters chased it, headed by Xanatos. Obi Wan helped both Soralis and Qui Gon to the freighter's bridge, where they all quickly strapped themselves in.
Obi Wan's attention was caught between the fighters and the two he had just helped rescue. His master had already lapsed into unconsciousness and the woman wasn't in much better shape. She seemed to be staring at nothing and was almost catatonic.
"Go, get to the quad-guns." Prophet ordered, almost snarling. Obi Wan nodded and hastily ran to the ship's main weapon's array.
He quickly strapped himself into the chair and placed the targeting visor over his eyes, just as the first star-fighters came into range.
Soralis was rigid. Visions danced in her mind, cascading one over the other. A Star-gate set in a marble temple; a valley city. Meydum. A promise of safety. Numbers danced in her mind as her hands moved of their own volition over the navigation computer's controls.
***
Xanatos grinned as he ordered the Indicator to close in on the fugitive freighter while he and his fighters kept the ship bottled up. The star- fighters closed in on the freighter in a thick, intimidating cloud. "Aim for their engines and weapons-array. I need the passengers alive," he warned.
***
Prophet cursed as the sensors wailed. "Obi Wan, Indicator closing in. Give me some room to maneuver!" He looked at his passengers and cursed again. Soralis was entranced, her hands flying over the navigation-computer's controls programming it in a way he had never seen before.
"Understood." Obi Wan shot back. "I hate flying," he muttered as the fighters closed in. He gripped the firing controls and began to decimate the cloud of star-fighters.
***
The Captain of the Indicator, a ship capable of generating a field, which could prevent another ship from entering hyperspace, grinned in triumph. "How much longer until the disruption-field generator is on-line?" he asked the technician beside him.
"Not much longer Captain." A sensor chirped on his control-panel. "Ah, there we go," the technician said calmly. "Sir, the field has been activated."
"Excellent. Open a channel to our friends out there," The captain replied.
"Channel opened," the computer remarked.
"Unidentified freighter. You are trespassing on Federation space. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded. You can't escape."
***
"Federation space, right." Obi Wan muttered as he blew up another fighter who stupidly got into laser range. The ship's sensors wailed again. "What is it now?" he shouted into his comm-link.
"They just initiated the hyperspace field disruptor!" Prophet shouted back as he maneuvered the ship between two star fighters who couldn't pull up fast enough to avoid running into each other. Prophet grinned wolfishly to himself. They wouldn't find this ship easy to take.
***
Dozens of possible futures flickered in her mind's eye, each one less attractive then the last. Soralis' hands flew over the controls, making countless adjustments. Zanar Dun and Sitari looked on, invisible to the others and all too aware of the Indicator no more than half a solar system away.
/They'll never make it.\ Zanar said worriedly. /Come on.\
Sitari took his hand and the two of them vanished, only to reappear in the Indicator's engine room. Surrounded by a powerful shield less than an atom thick was a column of energy, sending waves of dissonance into hyperspace. Zanar and Sitari began to glow, funneling energy into the field disruptor; overloading it.
***
Prophet banked and wheeled his ship as Obi Wan cleared a path for him, demolishing fighter after fighter. He knew quite well that Xanatos was flying just out of range, ordering his troops to delay and confuse them. It was a fairly good tactic, one that was working all too well. He jerked forward in his seat as the ship shuddered.
"What's going on?" he shouted into his comm-link.
"Tractor beam!" Prophet shouted. "They have us in a tractor beam," he said as his hand strayed towards the self-destruct button. He wouldn't let Xanatos take the ship. Better dead, then dark. He told himself as he closed his eyes. Better dead, then a slave.
Xanatos grinned in self-satisfaction. He'd kill the veiled man slowly, and then turn the boy. As for his two former "guests" he would strip every sense of identity from them until they could no longer even dream of escape. He jerked in pain as the force shrieked around him, drawing his attention to the Indicator.
A fireball of incandescent energy erupted out of the engine room as the hyperspace disruptor exploded, the shockwave moving outward too fast for the engineers to escape or prevent it from enveloping the ship. Xanatos' eyes widened in horror as his precious Indicator was incinerated.
Soralis' hands flew over the navigation computer's controls, initiating the hyperspace sequence. As Prophet finally realized what she was doing, the ship was catapulted into hyperspace. Soralis slumped forward, only to be caught by Prophet before she hit the console in front of her.