There Is Only Opinion (T2Story)
Vorom's aged face contorted as the ruined muscles underneath contracted involuntarily, but he quickly regained composure and smiled at the newblood sitting next to him in their makeshift base.
"Pick up, man! We're gonna make it out just fine, trust me. If I wasn't a hundred percent sure I wouldn't be going myself."
The natural lighting from the semi-transparent cieling made this room quite calming, despite the obvious signs of the otherwise. Weapons and boxes of ammo littered the floor in unorderly piles. The only object not meant to harm people in the room was a rolled up airbag, a small chest and a solar powered coffee maker. A thick, earth colored cloth canvas hid the dug-out base from all eyes.
The newblood didn't move. He sat there on his side of the chest looking down at the earthen floor.
"I trust you sir, but I know even the best men make mistakes. A single mistake means our lives, and there's so few of us now."
Vorom inhaled deeply and the aroma of the coffee mixed with the earth to calm him.
"It is true... But I haven't lost a man for years, and never by my hands. I won't break that record now, even for the-"
"Don't say it!"
A soft rustle shook the fabric over thier heads, followed by a high whine and a low roar. Both men immediately grabbed pistols from beside them on the ground and wordlessly took positions against the wall nearest to the sound of an ion engine shutting off. Vorom made a peekhole by raising the fabric an inch and looked through.
There was a single Warhawk class frigate parked fifty meters away. The warhawk was a very popular model frigate, about fifty meters across and a hundred in length; Looking like a cross between a sting-ray and a dragon, it's signature effect was it's large, curved wings, both swept forward and back.
It was a model loved by mercenaries and pirates in that it is one of the only interstellar vessels capable of flying better in an atmosphere than out of one, even underwater. Its speed is next to few, it's weapons are versatile if small, and armor is thick for it's size. Better yet, it only takes one person to pilot it and another to man the weapon controls.
The Warhawk's belly access hatch opened... A juggernaught clad warrior hopped out and made an obsene sign towards the hidden stake-out, followed by a thin old man wearing a t-shirt, struggling down the ladder.
Vorom threw aside the camo-canvas.
Shorty took off her heavy armor's helmet and untied her brown hair, letting it fall two feet and curl at the end. She stopped midstride and smiled seeing Vorom duck. 'About time he learned.' Instead she threw her helmet at the newbie.
The newbloods hands moved faster than the eye could follow.
Shorty stepped over Vorom, sat down on the chest (taking up all of it) and smiled to the newbie, "Nice catch. You should have seen the time he tried to catch it. Would've been healthier to catch a 'nade."
The elder clambered into the pit and motioned to Shorty, who apolegeticaly scooted over to make space.
"Are we ready here? The ship is all done." He said.
Vorom answered, "Yeah, I think we will wait until sundown though, so we take off at twilight. Agreed?"
A round of affirmative confirmations passed around.
The newbie looked around for a minute, then sheepishly asked, "Uuuuh, do I jump ship before or after the drone detonates?"
Shorty laughed out loud, "Perhaps you should just give everyone a review!"
"Not again..."
"C'mon Vorom! 'Wont hurt!"
"Alright, here goes... The target will most likely think we are mercenaries in need of refueling, and will let us dock but not without confirming that our connection to the Construct Device is off. The main threats outside are a set of defense and maintenance drones controlled by a tower CC system. One of the maintenance drones will try to detect our fuel cell and fill it up, but it will actually be hooking up to Jhonny's (Voroms motions towards the elderly man) logic emitter, allowing us to control it. During the 'refueling' process it will be hooked up with discreet explosives. After it has done it's job it will return to the control tower and... Blow it up!"
Jhonny giggled like a kid.
"That will make all the drones inactive and neutralize the biggest threat. Once that has been done we will activate our connection to the Construct Device and load our pods to adbandon ship. Jhonny will set the ship to blow open a hole in the target's armor, letting us get right into the industrial hallways that line the area using our pods. Next comes the hard part... We must fight our way through the secondary habitation area to the propulsion control center and disable the engines. Jhonny, that should be easy right?"
"Yeah"
"Then we head through the maintenance halls into the life support area near the visitation area. At about this time I expect the guard to get their act together and be hot on our tail, so we will use the life support modules to trap off and decompress sections of the ship and flush out the guards. Do not decompress the visitation center!"
Jhonny nodded.
"Good. We also need to take down power to all non-vital systems, should be able to do that from life support. Once the rooms to the reactor have been re-compressed we can make our way to the goal without resistance and call in the salvagers. I recon' there's about half a ton of unobtanium in there... We could have our own sub-capitol destroyer!"
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Alright, enough for tonight, gonna try and do one page a day.
"Pick up, man! We're gonna make it out just fine, trust me. If I wasn't a hundred percent sure I wouldn't be going myself."
The natural lighting from the semi-transparent cieling made this room quite calming, despite the obvious signs of the otherwise. Weapons and boxes of ammo littered the floor in unorderly piles. The only object not meant to harm people in the room was a rolled up airbag, a small chest and a solar powered coffee maker. A thick, earth colored cloth canvas hid the dug-out base from all eyes.
The newblood didn't move. He sat there on his side of the chest looking down at the earthen floor.
"I trust you sir, but I know even the best men make mistakes. A single mistake means our lives, and there's so few of us now."
Vorom inhaled deeply and the aroma of the coffee mixed with the earth to calm him.
"It is true... But I haven't lost a man for years, and never by my hands. I won't break that record now, even for the-"
"Don't say it!"
A soft rustle shook the fabric over thier heads, followed by a high whine and a low roar. Both men immediately grabbed pistols from beside them on the ground and wordlessly took positions against the wall nearest to the sound of an ion engine shutting off. Vorom made a peekhole by raising the fabric an inch and looked through.
There was a single Warhawk class frigate parked fifty meters away. The warhawk was a very popular model frigate, about fifty meters across and a hundred in length; Looking like a cross between a sting-ray and a dragon, it's signature effect was it's large, curved wings, both swept forward and back.
It was a model loved by mercenaries and pirates in that it is one of the only interstellar vessels capable of flying better in an atmosphere than out of one, even underwater. Its speed is next to few, it's weapons are versatile if small, and armor is thick for it's size. Better yet, it only takes one person to pilot it and another to man the weapon controls.
The Warhawk's belly access hatch opened... A juggernaught clad warrior hopped out and made an obsene sign towards the hidden stake-out, followed by a thin old man wearing a t-shirt, struggling down the ladder.
Vorom threw aside the camo-canvas.
Shorty took off her heavy armor's helmet and untied her brown hair, letting it fall two feet and curl at the end. She stopped midstride and smiled seeing Vorom duck. 'About time he learned.' Instead she threw her helmet at the newbie.
The newbloods hands moved faster than the eye could follow.
Shorty stepped over Vorom, sat down on the chest (taking up all of it) and smiled to the newbie, "Nice catch. You should have seen the time he tried to catch it. Would've been healthier to catch a 'nade."
The elder clambered into the pit and motioned to Shorty, who apolegeticaly scooted over to make space.
"Are we ready here? The ship is all done." He said.
Vorom answered, "Yeah, I think we will wait until sundown though, so we take off at twilight. Agreed?"
A round of affirmative confirmations passed around.
The newbie looked around for a minute, then sheepishly asked, "Uuuuh, do I jump ship before or after the drone detonates?"
Shorty laughed out loud, "Perhaps you should just give everyone a review!"
"Not again..."
"C'mon Vorom! 'Wont hurt!"
"Alright, here goes... The target will most likely think we are mercenaries in need of refueling, and will let us dock but not without confirming that our connection to the Construct Device is off. The main threats outside are a set of defense and maintenance drones controlled by a tower CC system. One of the maintenance drones will try to detect our fuel cell and fill it up, but it will actually be hooking up to Jhonny's (Voroms motions towards the elderly man) logic emitter, allowing us to control it. During the 'refueling' process it will be hooked up with discreet explosives. After it has done it's job it will return to the control tower and... Blow it up!"
Jhonny giggled like a kid.
"That will make all the drones inactive and neutralize the biggest threat. Once that has been done we will activate our connection to the Construct Device and load our pods to adbandon ship. Jhonny will set the ship to blow open a hole in the target's armor, letting us get right into the industrial hallways that line the area using our pods. Next comes the hard part... We must fight our way through the secondary habitation area to the propulsion control center and disable the engines. Jhonny, that should be easy right?"
"Yeah"
"Then we head through the maintenance halls into the life support area near the visitation area. At about this time I expect the guard to get their act together and be hot on our tail, so we will use the life support modules to trap off and decompress sections of the ship and flush out the guards. Do not decompress the visitation center!"
Jhonny nodded.
"Good. We also need to take down power to all non-vital systems, should be able to do that from life support. Once the rooms to the reactor have been re-compressed we can make our way to the goal without resistance and call in the salvagers. I recon' there's about half a ton of unobtanium in there... We could have our own sub-capitol destroyer!"
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Alright, enough for tonight, gonna try and do one page a day.