Lithinir writes: DarkOrbit's Doomsday Part II

Lithinir · 24.03.2010, 23:57

Part1
(Since some of you started nagging me on chat about making Part II, here it is! Enjoy!!)

DarkOrbit Doomsday Part II

I got into my cockpit and flipped on the dash light. I had to check to make sure all the stations and consoles were working, which they were. The same voice from the intercom a moment ago spoke out to all ships, which rang like a steeple bell in the mountains. The echo stung my ears, but then I got used to it. Before I could discern what the voice said, it subsided and all I heard was silence. I check the com panel and thankfully, the message was coded in text: “All pilots head to coordinates 128/56 on map sector 12-3.” Twelve three? There had been rumors of a new map, and this one had to be close to the border of our system. I turned on my engines and floated precariously towards that map. I looked to my right and saw ship after ship after ship gliding across that fabric of space-time, unaware of what we might encounter. Those words of duty and honor were imprinted on the minds of the newer cadets, fresh out of the Academy. I’ve seen too many battles and seen too many friends die in a fight to care about those words. All I thought of was revenge and hatred toward my enemies. Now we have a new enemy. One we’ve never seen before. We are in for one hell of an experience. I reached the coordinates and saw over five thousand ships parked in a strategic arrow, all pointed to a narrow and inconceivably small point of light. At first I thought it was a star. I realized that’s who our enemy was now.
The intercom on my dashboard rang out again, this time more quietly. The voice said, “The best clan of Pilots in this sector, will you make a huddle to the left of the others. Thank you.”
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“I guess that’s us. Let’s go fellahs.” Said the leader of said clan. They piloted their goliaths to the designated area and awaited further instructions. And so the instructions came. They would follow their orders to the best of their ability. And maybe even to certain death.
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The General of Sol System Command, nicknamed “jawbreaker” for his uncanny knack to clench his jaw when thinking, was pacing an ellipse around the Command Center orbiting Earth. His jaw was clenched. “Sir, the clan is approaching the border. Proceed?” A young commander asked, sitting at a console with this headset on. “Yes. Proceed. If anything goes wrong, pull them back immediately!” Jawbreaker replied, his hand caressing his chin. He rubbed his sideburn. I need a shave, he thought. He quickly dismissed this notion and got back to his deep thinking. He watched the radar. Fifty full elite goliaths made their way to the border. They started to flank around the enemy ship, when suddenly two of the goliaths vanished from the radar. “Sir! We’re being attacked. We’ve lost two already, no make that twelve. Twenty…” “BRING THEM BACK NOW!” Jawbreaker yelled. Too late, all ships were destroyed, without a scratch to the enemy. Jawbreaker pounded his fist on the table and made the table quiver and shriek in inanimate pain. “How did they find them? Half of us were cloaked for crying out loud!” Jawbreaker paced, trying to find some comfort in knowing five thousand other pilots were ready for battle. But how many can we sacrifice? He smoothed out his uniform and went into the conference room. “Sir, shall we give them the weapon?” His first officer asked. “We have no other choice. We can’t keep them in the dark any longer and we certainly cannot let them perish without some hope of winning.” Jawbreaker replied. He signed some papers and handed them to the First officer. “Yes sir.” Jawbreaker’s jaw clenched.
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We stared in awe at the enemy ship, without grieving for our lost pilots. We were too awestruck. Just then, a voice came on our intercom, not one of our voices. An alien voice, but speaking our language. It said: “Citizens of Earth, Mars and Venus. Our planet has run out resources, and our only option is to strip the nearest planet of it’s resources, which just so happened to be you. We will start by ridding your third planet and then your fourth, since you have so kindly terraformed it for us. Resistance is futile as shown by your comrades. We would not like any further deaths.” The transmission ended, and my jaw dropped. “Those little…” my voice trailed off, with a lump in my throat. My planet, my loved ones, will all perish. The intercom buzzed again and this time, with Jawbreaker’s voice: “Pilots, we are equipping you with a one of a kind generator, called the Unifying Laser. With this, the lasers on your ship with combine with the rest of yours into one big super laser. We hope this will be enough to kill these pesty buggers once and for all. We are advising you NOT to move, or else you might get blown to smithereens. Just turn on the device and fire simultaneously. Use your best ammunition. Godspeed, Pilots.” The voice ended, and a light flashed on my console. It read, “ON, OFF”. By golly, those guy already had it installed in all of our ships. I laughed to myself and hit the button. A visual and audio countdown of ten began, and I had my finger on the trigger. Nine, eight, seven… My finger twitched. Five, four, three… “I don’t know what you aliens look like, but I bet you’re ugly as hell!” I yelled. One. I pulled the trigger, and my ship rocked, so did everyone elses. A big fiery ball of plasma rang through space, and connected dead one with the enemy. The ship sparked and erupted in big, fiery, explosive ball of alien guts and debris.
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We finally did it. All three companies came together as one and cast off the differences and accomplished something, as one. I felt my ship quake. I turned around and saw an EIC firing at me. Great…

Thanks for reading guys!