[FT] BoC 21MTFW: Another Stranded Marine (part 2)
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SD: 100422.1600 GMT
MD: 4.1700
Scene: Centerpoint
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He had more luck than he could have imagined. Via his comms he had heard
several transmissions coming in from the base. He recognized the voices on the
comms as Clark's and Swift's. He had heard from the TITANIC that Clark had
recently been seen on the base but the base was huge and he hadn't thought of
hearing them anyway.
"Excalibur to Guardian."
[Guardian here. Where are you, Lt?]
"Well, looks like floating through space near a small dockbay in an
escape-pod."
[Which one?]
Drake tried to explain the position to him and told him of his idea being near
deck 17.
[No son. You're outside deck 6, OPS-center. Stand by, we will see what we can
do for you.]
"Thanks a lot."
Drake had to wait for 10 minutes more until something happened. Suddenly he
could feel the gently increase of acceleration. A minute later the centrifugal
force strengthened up to a level beyond normal. He was now weighing five times
of his normal mass but he was satisfied by the direction the pod headed -
directly into the small dockbay.
"Would be nice to slow down a little bit, Sir."
No response.
"Sir?"
Once again no response
*Damn ... I'll crash into the bay like a torpedo.*
He initiated his small thrusters to slow down the pod as much as possible but
that wouldn't help him much. Drake strapped himself down into the pilotseat of
the pod and put on his helmet. A few seconds later he passed the dockbay's
doors and penetrated the forcefield.
Then came the first contact with the ground. Metal was scratching over metal
with a horrifying sound. The pod started to spin around and Drake could see the
nearing of the bay's metal wall. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw some
alien figures fleeing the incoming pod but they were too late. The pod sqwished
them on the ground and the walls it scratched along on it's ride through the
bay. He had been pushed into the belts by the multiple impacts and his head had
been pushed hard fore and back again for several times.
The final impact blew out his consciousness and the pod broke into several
parts.
A minute or so later, he couldn't tell how long it had been, consciousness
returned. - only for the sake of torment him with the waves of pain racing
through his strained body. He couldn't see with his right eye. He put his hand
on it and examined the glove of his spacesuit afterwards. Blood covered the
glove. With a blurring view he unstrapped himself and hardly managed not to
fall out of the seat. He took off his helmet although he knew better. It was
all equal to him.
Suddenly he heard a noise from the far edge of the bay. His marine-training
broke through the dull consciousness. He grabbed his weapons and left the
ruined pod. he had seen several holograms from Horvauks therefore he
immediately knew he was seeing one of them.
*No personal shield? Must have been destroyed during my little touchdown* he
thought and weanted to grin but the pain came back immediately and prohibited
it.
He aimed well with his phaser-rifle and prepared a smoke-grenade. Then he
pulled the trigger. A blast of phased energy broke loose from the barrel of the
rifle and streaked through the whole bay hitting the Horvauk in the center of
his body. The beast fell down to the ground and didn't move anymore.
*Well, they can be killed with phasers if they are without their shields.*
[Damn, Drake! Where are you?] he heard his commbadge.
"Landed, Sir. One Horvauk killed with my phaserrifle."
[Impossible, Drake.]
"He had no shield with him."
[Try to catch up with us. We're on deck 6, Comms-Center. Two guys from the
press are with us.]
"Shouldn't be hard to find you. I can smell press-guys about 10 miles against
the wind. I heard Centerpoint has some banquet-rooms, Sir. I'm hungry."
[That's an idea, son. But now catch up. We could need another hand here.]
"On the way, Sir."
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respectfully submitted,
CDR T. Tank, FO/XO, USS STONEWALL, RedFleet
"Cross of Alexander", awarded on SD 090918 for leadership among the crew
LCDR M.T. Gibson, FO/XO, USS YORKTOWN, Indigo Fleet
<http://www.verlagoesterreich.at/asr/yorktown>
LCDR R. Chavasse, CEO, USS SORANUS, RedFleet
Outstanding Unit Citation for outstanding role play
<http://www.verlagoesterreich.at/asr/soranus>
2nd Lt Francis Drake, Assistant Squadron Leader, 21st Marine Fighter Wing
"Posteal Combat Action Ribbon"
"Player of the Month 1997/10"
"Player of the Month 1998/03"
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Stefan Wiedner
Oesterreichische Staatsdruckerei AG -
Amtl. Publikationen u. Digitale Dienste
Email: wds-n...@verlag.oesd.co.at
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