RE: Grand Fiction
07-16-2012, 06:29 AM
"I hate this era."
"What? I thought you loved this stuff!"
"He just doesn't like the suit."
"That's- no! ...Well, okay, that's part of it. It's hot and stuffy, and heavy, and I'm the only one who has to wear the damn thing, so it's humiliating besides."
"Quit whining, Jake! I gotta wear a suit too."
"No, you only have to wear a helmet, which we all have to wear, and a tank, which I'm not even sure you still need."
Jacob kicked away from the sliver of earth, gliding over to what once had been a corvette.
"Oi! I still run some wetware, thank y'very much."
Lights flickered to life within the battered cockpit, and a cry of glee escaped over comms. The knight rapped on the glass and received a thumbs up from inside.
"What've we got to work with?"
"Three- no, wait, two working fusion engines; gonna have to kickstart those myself, but that's no problem. Twin rapid-fire EnMat rail cannons, a couple of EM missiles... Not much, all things considered. This thing's geared for speed, not firepower, and one of the engines is blown, so we're not even getting full thrust."
Jacob pushed himself through the gaping hole in the shuttle's side. "You forgot the hull breach, T."
"...Well, okay, it's a piece of junk, but it'll do to get us to that piece of junk." She tapped the radar, locking on a hulking derelict warship half a light-minute out.
"So long as nothing goes catastrophically wrong, you mean?"
"Pff, yeah, when does that ever-"
"What'cha talkin' 'bout?"
After a moment, the cyborg's arm quietly slid back together, and Jacob lowered his sword. "We were discussing the mission."
"Laaaaame! C'mon, Beardy, let's go fight some Wraiths."
"Wh- now? Can't you get Doc instead? I'm, uh, busy, with-"
"You're not fooling me! Y'can't do makeouts with a helmet on."
"Th-"
"Girl, I will shoot you if you keep that up."
"Hee~"
"I-"
"Anyway, I was out with Ratty earlier-"
"-And she picked up a group that's too strong for the two of us to handle. I'd have come myself-"
"But knowing Goldie, she'd have found more of them."
"Precisely."
Jacob sighed. "Tanya, are those missiles working?"
"They will be by the time we get there."
"Good. Goldie, crush any that come near that hole."
"Ya-huh!"
"And try not to damage the ship this time, alright?"
"...Foo."
"Rahat, hold position. We'll be there in five."
"Please hurry; I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out."
"Rodger. On our way."
Jacob vaulted into the copilot's chair and buckled himself in.
"I hate this era."
"What? I thought you loved this stuff!"
"He just doesn't like the suit."
"That's- no! ...Well, okay, that's part of it. It's hot and stuffy, and heavy, and I'm the only one who has to wear the damn thing, so it's humiliating besides."
"Quit whining, Jake! I gotta wear a suit too."
"No, you only have to wear a helmet, which we all have to wear, and a tank, which I'm not even sure you still need."
Jacob kicked away from the sliver of earth, gliding over to what once had been a corvette.
"Oi! I still run some wetware, thank y'very much."
Lights flickered to life within the battered cockpit, and a cry of glee escaped over comms. The knight rapped on the glass and received a thumbs up from inside.
"What've we got to work with?"
"Three- no, wait, two working fusion engines; gonna have to kickstart those myself, but that's no problem. Twin rapid-fire EnMat rail cannons, a couple of EM missiles... Not much, all things considered. This thing's geared for speed, not firepower, and one of the engines is blown, so we're not even getting full thrust."
Jacob pushed himself through the gaping hole in the shuttle's side. "You forgot the hull breach, T."
"...Well, okay, it's a piece of junk, but it'll do to get us to that piece of junk." She tapped the radar, locking on a hulking derelict warship half a light-minute out.
"So long as nothing goes catastrophically wrong, you mean?"
"Pff, yeah, when does that ever-"
"What'cha talkin' 'bout?"
After a moment, the cyborg's arm quietly slid back together, and Jacob lowered his sword. "We were discussing the mission."
"Laaaaame! C'mon, Beardy, let's go fight some Wraiths."
"Wh- now? Can't you get Doc instead? I'm, uh, busy, with-"
"You're not fooling me! Y'can't do makeouts with a helmet on."
"Th-"
"Girl, I will shoot you if you keep that up."
"Hee~"
"I-"
"Anyway, I was out with Ratty earlier-"
"-And she picked up a group that's too strong for the two of us to handle. I'd have come myself-"
"But knowing Goldie, she'd have found more of them."
"Precisely."
Jacob sighed. "Tanya, are those missiles working?"
"They will be by the time we get there."
"Good. Goldie, crush any that come near that hole."
"Ya-huh!"
"And try not to damage the ship this time, alright?"
"...Foo."
"Rahat, hold position. We'll be there in five."
"Please hurry; I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out."
"Rodger. On our way."
Jacob vaulted into the copilot's chair and buckled himself in.
"I hate this era."