Teqnologyque
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- Posted: Thu, 01 Sep 2011 06:00:50 +0000
A smile can change the world if you let it...
Canaan winced under his helmet and grit his teeth as his small corvette bounded over a sand dune and came to an abrupt and uneasy landing. It had been nearly three weeks since he began this scouting assignment, and he wasn't sure how much more he could report on the city of Caspius. The fact that he was still out here was enough to set him in a bad mood. His superiors had repeatedly told him that he still lacked the full information that they required, citing that his reports were incomplete. Three weeks of mapping the surrounding area, had still not yielded anything but cargo freighters, and Sand Surfers.
The young soldier slammed his fist into the control console to his right and cursed "There's nothing else to see out here!" he hissed and glanced at his radar. A small pip appeared and he smiled "Maybe if I kill something I can take my mind off this nonsense..." he added and turned hard to port and pulled the loading lever of his corvette's dual 3.5 inch guns.
Flipping up the aim-sight, Canaan began to lead his target, a Sand Surfer, and depressed the trigger. A lightning crack shattered the still air as twin bolts of hot lead struck home, nearly causing the small vessel to keel over. Canaan pressed his immediate advantage as the smaller ship began to lurch slowly away, leaking black smoke.
A moment later Canaan's faster Syndicate corvette had closed the distance, and he unloaded another round into his target. Finally the Sand Surfer caught, Fire peeled across it's hull as the 88mm rounds tore through its decks. With the enemy vessel decommissioned for good, Canaan moved in to get a closer look, and possibly find any survivors.
As the soldier pulled to the starboard side of the downed vessel, he opened his canopy and stood, allowing the momentum from his engines to guide the ship along his intended course. He Canaan disembarked from his own ship and surveyed the deck of the Surfer. Two deckhands had died in his final attack, one had been disemboweled by one of his cannon rounds, the other was horribly burned. He smiled under his helmet and moved aft, kicking in the rear-deck door to the lower deck when he arrived.
A young, and badly burned, raider charged up the stairs as Canaan entered the lower deck hall. He easily dodged the raider's clumsy attack and countered by driving his knee into the man's gut. Soft mechanical whirring and the sound of metal rapidly moving across wood filled the halls as Canaan closed on his victim. The raider sputtered and reached for his weapon, a small belt knife, and yelped loudly as the Syndicate soldier grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him into a nearby bulkhead.
The smiling, faceless helmet stared back into the raiders eyes for a moment before Canaan sighed "Its a funny thing, you know..." he began and raised his left arm, the short whip in his gauntlet rising like a cobra "I'm going to kill you, but nothing will change." he finished as the tip of the weapon began to glow bright white. Wordlessly, Canaan dropped the man and forced the injector tip through the raiders eye, causing deep grey smoke to billow out of the mans mouth and nose as he sputtered incoherently.
Canaan, leaving the man to his incoherent babbling as the small piece of White Phosphorous burned through his mind, began examining the cargo room. Here, another raider attempted to get the jump on the soldier and succeeded, slamming a crudely-made wooden club into the back of the heavy carapace that Canaan wore.
A moment later the Syndicate soldier had drawn his blade and forced most of it down the raiders throat, before leaving the man to collapse as Canaan busied himself with the two small crates in the room.
The sound of a larger Steam-Ship's engines reaching max throttle drew the soldiers attention and he glanced up. Cursing lightly, Canaan retrieved his blade from the raider and dashed up the stairs back to the main deck. In the distance he caught a glimpse of a much larger vessel than a simple Sand Surfer's Skiff.
Sheathing the blade, Canaan returned to the cockpit of his corvette and closed the canopy. The engine cycled a few minutes after he reactivated the engines, and pulled away from the skiff. Muttering quietly, the soldier opened his full throttle and sped across the dunes after the larger ship. Canaan then realized that he had no idea what this vessel was armed with, and slowed, diverting his course away from the larger ship "Soon enough... I'll just tail you for now..." he muttered and diverted course again. Appearing to be leaving the larger ship to it's own devices, Canaan made his way back to the Sand Surfer skiff before looping around and following a high-road across the dunes. At a much slower pace this time, making sure that he was just outside of Radar or Sonar range. Although visual identification might still be a problem, Canaan hoped that his loop around would give the other ship time to forget he even existed.
During this time Canaan pulled a map from the small case under his seat and unrolled it across the control console, and began charting the course. If the larger vessel maintained this course it would soon reach the Rune Fields. Canaan sighed and leaned back in his seat, confident that his own ship needed no attention, and closed his eyes losing himself in thought as his corvette tailed the target ship at a reasonable distance.
The young soldier slammed his fist into the control console to his right and cursed "There's nothing else to see out here!" he hissed and glanced at his radar. A small pip appeared and he smiled "Maybe if I kill something I can take my mind off this nonsense..." he added and turned hard to port and pulled the loading lever of his corvette's dual 3.5 inch guns.
Flipping up the aim-sight, Canaan began to lead his target, a Sand Surfer, and depressed the trigger. A lightning crack shattered the still air as twin bolts of hot lead struck home, nearly causing the small vessel to keel over. Canaan pressed his immediate advantage as the smaller ship began to lurch slowly away, leaking black smoke.
A moment later Canaan's faster Syndicate corvette had closed the distance, and he unloaded another round into his target. Finally the Sand Surfer caught, Fire peeled across it's hull as the 88mm rounds tore through its decks. With the enemy vessel decommissioned for good, Canaan moved in to get a closer look, and possibly find any survivors.
As the soldier pulled to the starboard side of the downed vessel, he opened his canopy and stood, allowing the momentum from his engines to guide the ship along his intended course. He Canaan disembarked from his own ship and surveyed the deck of the Surfer. Two deckhands had died in his final attack, one had been disemboweled by one of his cannon rounds, the other was horribly burned. He smiled under his helmet and moved aft, kicking in the rear-deck door to the lower deck when he arrived.
A young, and badly burned, raider charged up the stairs as Canaan entered the lower deck hall. He easily dodged the raider's clumsy attack and countered by driving his knee into the man's gut. Soft mechanical whirring and the sound of metal rapidly moving across wood filled the halls as Canaan closed on his victim. The raider sputtered and reached for his weapon, a small belt knife, and yelped loudly as the Syndicate soldier grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him into a nearby bulkhead.
The smiling, faceless helmet stared back into the raiders eyes for a moment before Canaan sighed "Its a funny thing, you know..." he began and raised his left arm, the short whip in his gauntlet rising like a cobra "I'm going to kill you, but nothing will change." he finished as the tip of the weapon began to glow bright white. Wordlessly, Canaan dropped the man and forced the injector tip through the raiders eye, causing deep grey smoke to billow out of the mans mouth and nose as he sputtered incoherently.
Canaan, leaving the man to his incoherent babbling as the small piece of White Phosphorous burned through his mind, began examining the cargo room. Here, another raider attempted to get the jump on the soldier and succeeded, slamming a crudely-made wooden club into the back of the heavy carapace that Canaan wore.
A moment later the Syndicate soldier had drawn his blade and forced most of it down the raiders throat, before leaving the man to collapse as Canaan busied himself with the two small crates in the room.
The sound of a larger Steam-Ship's engines reaching max throttle drew the soldiers attention and he glanced up. Cursing lightly, Canaan retrieved his blade from the raider and dashed up the stairs back to the main deck. In the distance he caught a glimpse of a much larger vessel than a simple Sand Surfer's Skiff.
Sheathing the blade, Canaan returned to the cockpit of his corvette and closed the canopy. The engine cycled a few minutes after he reactivated the engines, and pulled away from the skiff. Muttering quietly, the soldier opened his full throttle and sped across the dunes after the larger ship. Canaan then realized that he had no idea what this vessel was armed with, and slowed, diverting his course away from the larger ship "Soon enough... I'll just tail you for now..." he muttered and diverted course again. Appearing to be leaving the larger ship to it's own devices, Canaan made his way back to the Sand Surfer skiff before looping around and following a high-road across the dunes. At a much slower pace this time, making sure that he was just outside of Radar or Sonar range. Although visual identification might still be a problem, Canaan hoped that his loop around would give the other ship time to forget he even existed.
During this time Canaan pulled a map from the small case under his seat and unrolled it across the control console, and began charting the course. If the larger vessel maintained this course it would soon reach the Rune Fields. Canaan sighed and leaned back in his seat, confident that his own ship needed no attention, and closed his eyes losing himself in thought as his corvette tailed the target ship at a reasonable distance.
... too bad I'm not going to let it...
((OOC: I felt there was a queue for me in an earlier post, If there's any thing wrong though feel free to PM me, I have to wake up in four hours, so my mind isn't really "all there" so to speak...))