Monsvik's Journal
Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:24 am
You step through the library, frowning. The Zoltan eyes you as you slowly enter the History section, looking at a few books. "Hmm...History of Earth, the Death of Kaldren...The Journal of Monsvik?" You grasp at the dusty book pulling it out, opening it. The first several pages have been burnt and torn out.
ENTERY 82: We did it! After a few weeks we made it out of the Rebel's base! We got information on their precious, precious Flaghsip! Now all we must do is take it to the Federation!
ENTRY 83: As we lept forwards we spotted a automated rebel drone. Marks grinned yelling. "KILL IT! Destroy it! For the Federation!" I grinned but as I did Walker spoke up. "ERROR: Logic, not found. Anger: Unreasonable. Suggested course of action: avoidance." I groaned, siding with Marks. "We need the scrap, we shall attack!" I moved the ship in to engage, as Marks powered the Ion Canon. He grinned, opening fire, disabling the weapons. He moaned. "Hey, Monsvik, I want a gun that EXPLODES shit, not disables it!" I sighed, pressing the button to release the Anti-Ship drone. It buzzed around, beeping. With each beep a laser was released. "Beep." Pssht! "Beep." Bsssht! We won. It was a relativly easy battle. I noticed something I hadn't before. A station! There was several holes in the hull the laser must have carved it open, destroying the station. I sent out Marks, he was the best fighter, considering he was a human and Walker was an Engi and I was but a Zoltan. We worried for him, waiting for him to return. Eventually we saw him, coming out with drone schemactics and I was releived as I pressed the button to activate the FTL drive.
ENTRY 84: I continued pressing the buttons, instructing Marks and Walker on what to do. "Marks, fire, disable their shields and the drone will destroy them, chunk by chunk." We continued our strategy, working well. We suddenly received a hail. "T-t-take everything we have! DON'T KILL US!" I frowned, as Walker spoke up. "Opinion: Let Rebel ship go. %82.321 of them delaying Rebel Fleet." I grinned and said one word before Marks could speak up. "No." I hailed them, telling them to get out, and give us everything. They beamed everything aboard with their item teleporter and we jumped.
ENTRY 85: We jumped next to a planet, Walker instantly speaks up. "Planet identity: Asrak 21. Status: Chaos. Leaders: Panicing. Reason: Dangerous infection. Public reaction: Violence. Suggestion: Send subject to calm them down, subject cannot catch the infection. %99.999 chance of success." I nod, sending down Walker, hearing a few murmurs from Marks. Walker rejoins us a few hours later. "Success. Reward: Scrap, fuel, missles. Infection status: Cleared." I grin as we get back into our ship, preparing to jump.
ENTRY 86: We found a bargain today! We traded four missiles for eight fuel! Considering we don't use missiles, this is excellent for us.
ENTRY: 87: As we glanced over the planet everything seemed ordinary. I pressed the scanning button and I found that a pirate ship was engaged with a civillian ship. I growled, flying us over to the fight. Marks opened fire, releasing a ray of ion beams unto the ship. The first few missing. I glanced over at the status of the bots, none had been deployed! I released our anti-ship drone. Marks hit their shields, keeping his aim on the shields and the anti-ship drone attacked. "Beep." Psssht! The attack collided with their oxygen supply and I heard Marks cackle in his, deprived, sadistic voice. I sighed, but at that very moment I felt the ship rock. A missile had hit our hull, luckily nothing happened except a flesh wound. A missile then collided with the weapons room, Walker rushing to help Marks in repairing it. I continued to watch them over the cameras, making sure they don't fight. I checked on the battle status, they were falling apart, I saw chunks of their plating clanging off and drifting away into the depths. A missile struck our drones system, but we had enough power to keep everything working. Walker made sure they worked and I grinned as their ship blew apart. We took the wreckage and contacted the ship. The captain was so glad, it made me feel even more enegetic. He exclaimed. "Thank you! Let us repair your ship, it is dangerous for the Federation." Marks then spoke up. "The Federation will prevail, or my name is not Lieutenant John Marks!" I nodded. "My colleague is right, we shan't fail." I pressed the FTL button and we whizzed away.
ENTRY 88: We made it to a nebula that was a tourist attraction of all things! We found a merchant offering a deal of eight fuel for three missiles and we gladly accepted.
ENTRY 89: As the nebula clouds loomed over us I sighed, waiting for the engine to charge up. I spoke over the com links. "You two doing alright." Marks looked up to the camera, nodding. "Yessir!" I looked down to Walker, waiting for a response. "Affirmatice, subject feeling: Neutral." I nodded, watching them. "Take a break, we have about thirty minutes. I watched them as Marks began to look over his missile collection. "Hermes, Archimides, Pluto, Mars, one day I'll fire you onto the demon that is the Flagship." Walker just wandered around. He rambled to himself, stepping into the weapons room. "Chance of destruction in scenario: %81.29." Marks looked up to him. "Whadda you want, Pacifist McKaldren." Walker looked down to him. "Subject is: wandering. Subject is: glad to be called Kaldren. Kalren brought: peace to Iklad, Raj and Ujadaar." Marks, groaned. "My names Walker. I'm a Pacifist moron who loves every living thing even the MANTIS." Walker growled, readying his laser arm and firing it down next to one of Marks' missiles. "Subject is: Angered. Subject hates: Mantis. Suggestion: Do not annoy subject." I spoke over the com. "Faster than light is ready, get back to your spaces and don't you dare blow up those missiles, that would kill us all." Walker groaned, walking back to the shields room.
ENTRY 90: We lept straight into a plasma storm and I heard some of our power go down. I reverted power from the guns to get the drones working. I could faintly hear Marks yell. "OH, COME ON!" I chuckled to myself as I gave power to the engines and shields, watching as the bot sew havoc across their ship, they begged for us to leave them but we continued firing. They got their shields working but took down their guns. Huh, smart. I grinned as I gave power to the Ion canon hearing Marks yell. "Yeheheheeesssss!" I saw their shields go down, but noticed down on the screen. ENEMY JUMP IMMINENT. My eyes widened, knowing they must not escape! I watched as the bot fired the final shot, it whizzing through space. Pow. They exploded. We took all the scrap we could manage and continued.
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Tomorrow there will be more of this story if people enjoy it and wish for more.
ENTERY 82: We did it! After a few weeks we made it out of the Rebel's base! We got information on their precious, precious Flaghsip! Now all we must do is take it to the Federation!
ENTRY 83: As we lept forwards we spotted a automated rebel drone. Marks grinned yelling. "KILL IT! Destroy it! For the Federation!" I grinned but as I did Walker spoke up. "ERROR: Logic, not found. Anger: Unreasonable. Suggested course of action: avoidance." I groaned, siding with Marks. "We need the scrap, we shall attack!" I moved the ship in to engage, as Marks powered the Ion Canon. He grinned, opening fire, disabling the weapons. He moaned. "Hey, Monsvik, I want a gun that EXPLODES shit, not disables it!" I sighed, pressing the button to release the Anti-Ship drone. It buzzed around, beeping. With each beep a laser was released. "Beep." Pssht! "Beep." Bsssht! We won. It was a relativly easy battle. I noticed something I hadn't before. A station! There was several holes in the hull the laser must have carved it open, destroying the station. I sent out Marks, he was the best fighter, considering he was a human and Walker was an Engi and I was but a Zoltan. We worried for him, waiting for him to return. Eventually we saw him, coming out with drone schemactics and I was releived as I pressed the button to activate the FTL drive.
ENTRY 84: I continued pressing the buttons, instructing Marks and Walker on what to do. "Marks, fire, disable their shields and the drone will destroy them, chunk by chunk." We continued our strategy, working well. We suddenly received a hail. "T-t-take everything we have! DON'T KILL US!" I frowned, as Walker spoke up. "Opinion: Let Rebel ship go. %82.321 of them delaying Rebel Fleet." I grinned and said one word before Marks could speak up. "No." I hailed them, telling them to get out, and give us everything. They beamed everything aboard with their item teleporter and we jumped.
ENTRY 85: We jumped next to a planet, Walker instantly speaks up. "Planet identity: Asrak 21. Status: Chaos. Leaders: Panicing. Reason: Dangerous infection. Public reaction: Violence. Suggestion: Send subject to calm them down, subject cannot catch the infection. %99.999 chance of success." I nod, sending down Walker, hearing a few murmurs from Marks. Walker rejoins us a few hours later. "Success. Reward: Scrap, fuel, missles. Infection status: Cleared." I grin as we get back into our ship, preparing to jump.
ENTRY 86: We found a bargain today! We traded four missiles for eight fuel! Considering we don't use missiles, this is excellent for us.
ENTRY: 87: As we glanced over the planet everything seemed ordinary. I pressed the scanning button and I found that a pirate ship was engaged with a civillian ship. I growled, flying us over to the fight. Marks opened fire, releasing a ray of ion beams unto the ship. The first few missing. I glanced over at the status of the bots, none had been deployed! I released our anti-ship drone. Marks hit their shields, keeping his aim on the shields and the anti-ship drone attacked. "Beep." Psssht! The attack collided with their oxygen supply and I heard Marks cackle in his, deprived, sadistic voice. I sighed, but at that very moment I felt the ship rock. A missile had hit our hull, luckily nothing happened except a flesh wound. A missile then collided with the weapons room, Walker rushing to help Marks in repairing it. I continued to watch them over the cameras, making sure they don't fight. I checked on the battle status, they were falling apart, I saw chunks of their plating clanging off and drifting away into the depths. A missile struck our drones system, but we had enough power to keep everything working. Walker made sure they worked and I grinned as their ship blew apart. We took the wreckage and contacted the ship. The captain was so glad, it made me feel even more enegetic. He exclaimed. "Thank you! Let us repair your ship, it is dangerous for the Federation." Marks then spoke up. "The Federation will prevail, or my name is not Lieutenant John Marks!" I nodded. "My colleague is right, we shan't fail." I pressed the FTL button and we whizzed away.
ENTRY 88: We made it to a nebula that was a tourist attraction of all things! We found a merchant offering a deal of eight fuel for three missiles and we gladly accepted.
ENTRY 89: As the nebula clouds loomed over us I sighed, waiting for the engine to charge up. I spoke over the com links. "You two doing alright." Marks looked up to the camera, nodding. "Yessir!" I looked down to Walker, waiting for a response. "Affirmatice, subject feeling: Neutral." I nodded, watching them. "Take a break, we have about thirty minutes. I watched them as Marks began to look over his missile collection. "Hermes, Archimides, Pluto, Mars, one day I'll fire you onto the demon that is the Flagship." Walker just wandered around. He rambled to himself, stepping into the weapons room. "Chance of destruction in scenario: %81.29." Marks looked up to him. "Whadda you want, Pacifist McKaldren." Walker looked down to him. "Subject is: wandering. Subject is: glad to be called Kaldren. Kalren brought: peace to Iklad, Raj and Ujadaar." Marks, groaned. "My names Walker. I'm a Pacifist moron who loves every living thing even the MANTIS." Walker growled, readying his laser arm and firing it down next to one of Marks' missiles. "Subject is: Angered. Subject hates: Mantis. Suggestion: Do not annoy subject." I spoke over the com. "Faster than light is ready, get back to your spaces and don't you dare blow up those missiles, that would kill us all." Walker groaned, walking back to the shields room.
ENTRY 90: We lept straight into a plasma storm and I heard some of our power go down. I reverted power from the guns to get the drones working. I could faintly hear Marks yell. "OH, COME ON!" I chuckled to myself as I gave power to the engines and shields, watching as the bot sew havoc across their ship, they begged for us to leave them but we continued firing. They got their shields working but took down their guns. Huh, smart. I grinned as I gave power to the Ion canon hearing Marks yell. "Yeheheheeesssss!" I saw their shields go down, but noticed down on the screen. ENEMY JUMP IMMINENT. My eyes widened, knowing they must not escape! I watched as the bot fired the final shot, it whizzing through space. Pow. They exploded. We took all the scrap we could manage and continued.
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Tomorrow there will be more of this story if people enjoy it and wish for more.