I suggest we could write a huge story-line about Escape Velocity Override: AS A TOPIC!
When I first came on (url="http://"http://www.ambrosiaSW.com")www.ambrosiaSW.com(/url) i first looked at the boards and checked out how it worked. It was only after I was a member that I read the chronicles. (Is this a reasonable idea?)
(If it is...) Members or visitors can post a continuation of the story but please do not ruin the story by posting crazy things and pretending to kill members of the board. Oh yes, and sometimes the story ends up as having much too many characters. Please minimize the main characters to four or five maximum and do not name the characters after your own name.
I shall begin the story:
Officer Stash docks at space-station F-14 and waves the workers to unload his scoutship. After being payed he heads towards the space-port bar. He orders a brandy and eyes the bar suspiciously.
He sees several groups of discussing officers and several angry-looking men. He grabs his brandy and drinks it in several gulps. The liquid sizzles on the exhausted man's tongue and Glang smiles at the exquisity of the drink. He glimpses a friendly-looking officer and calls him over.
"Hey, you there! Tired from the day, eh? Take a seat!" The man setas himself and introduces himself.
"I'm Ross Dunnin, 2rd class docker of F-14. Who are you?"
"Glang Stash. Ill buy you a drink. 'You new here?"
"No, I've been working here for years and its been years I've dreamed to go somechere else..."
Glang turns around, as if he was embarrassed to not try to aid the poor man, and finally decides:
"I am going to Outpost Alpha in the Bakka system in a few hours, do you want to come with me? There is space for another passenger but going there might be a bit risky, though..." Ross's face brightens considerably and his sudden excitation bothers the others in the bar.
"That would be great!" He says.
"Please not so loud, just pack up and be on Dock 14 in an hour." Ross immediately leaps out of his chair and abandons his drink. Glang sighs and heads for his beloved ship.
Ross was half an hour in advance and Glang hurries to unlock the Scoutship XR-5163. Ross jumps in the ship and throws his trunks in the behind his seat. Glang aborts the ship and fastens his seat-belt.
The booming voice of the ship's computer activates and the speakers count the blast-off.
"5.....4.....3.....2......1....."
The Scoutship hovers higher and higher off the ground and Ross's mood rises higher and higher. Suddenly, they were off!!!
At the beginning of their second hyperspace jump, the radar starts blinking and Glang sees the massive silhouette of a voinian cruiser. The killing machine advances and voinian heavy fighters come out three by three.
Glang shouts over the noise:
"Ross! Help me! Take the blaster!" Glang just barely dodges a rocket, but the smoke blinds Glang temporarily. Then, he sees two fighters catch up with him. One of them fires neutron and it hits the unucky pilot's ship in the wing. Glang Stash and Ross Dunnin go crashing into the atmosphere of a visibly empty, lifeless planet.
Glang painfully attemps to stand up, but in vain. Ross stares at the wounded pilot and the broken ship. The he sighs and declares:
" I am also a ship garagist. I repair the basic shuttles but this scoutship is about the same technology. I may be able to repair this in a week or so..."
" Good, but in the crash I have broken my leg. Please get the intercom and call Sol for help. Tell them to bring a couple U.E. Destroyers, the cruiser might not be alone."
As Ross enters the ship for the second time, you pick up a small case in which there are first aids. Glang takes a sip of Sol water, the best in U.E. space and he bandages his bloody wound. Glang winces in pain and ropes the bandages tighter.
" Hello, U.E. Military Forces here, please identify yourself." Relpies a rather stern voice in the intercom.
"I am Ross Dunnin, docker of F-14 and I have with me the Scoutship XR-5163 and Officer Glang Stash here. We are both on a seemly uninhabited planet and our vessel has been disabled by Voinian Forces." Ross tries not to smile as the stern man understands his request and being so important.
" U.E. Forces sending three U.E Destroyers at your command Mr.Dunnin."
Luckily, the radar still works. Glang looks at it very carefully and sees the Destroyers coming by hyperspace. But at the corner of the radar, on the planet, he sees an immense base of voinians.
"Ross, we have a problem."
"What? The Destroyers are coming!"
"Just look there..." Ross and Glang both get pale shriek in horror at the apparition of a big spot on the radar. They identify it and look at its' definition.
The screen blackens after showing the defeat of the U.E.
"Oh no," Ross says after a moment of deathly silence." We are lost on a Voinian planet."
The pair sigh desperately and repeat again and again that the battery was down, the battery has leaked, the battery is broken...
Suddenly, the intercom flashes into action. The fuzzy voice of the 'stern man' spoke slowly for comprehension.
"Sending more...vessels...away....destroy...hyp...."
"The link shattered again, Ross. They said they would send more vessels, but the end was too incomprehensible. We may have another chance."
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Cooldude
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(This message has been edited by Cooldude (edited 02-16-2003).)