Hiya
guys, this is a new short story series about the game FTL – Faster Than
Light by Subset Games. This is a pure fan-fic and I don't own any of
the franchise or have anything to do with the game except for playing
it. It's also a bit shorter since it's a kind of introduction.
Hope
you like it!
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Sathalha
"Status
report, soldier."
"Coming in,
sir. We've surrounded the Federation base and it's all but space
rubble now. The rebel fleet should be able to move forwards to their
last stronghold without much of a problem."
"So the
operation has gone as planned, then?"
"Well..."
"What is
it? Spit it out."
"A ship
escaped the blockade, a Kestrel-class cruiser."
"Don't tell
me..."
"I'm afraid
so sir, it has the data.”
“Damn, we have
to hunt down that ship, no matter what the cost.”
“Understood,
sir.”
“May you be
faster than light, soldier.”
“You too, sir,
you too.”
*****
I
disconnect the magnetic pads as the FTL engines start charging. I
don't have much time, but I have to be careful or I'll blow the whole
space dock up.
“How
much time until the data download is done?” I ask my
second-in-command over the intercom, Commander Sargon Jericho. Like
most of the people on this station and like me, he's a baseline human
. He might not be able to repair like an Engi can, but he makes one
hell of a Chief Engineer. I'd trust him with my engine and my life
any and every day.
“2
minutes tops.” His thick, husky accent gives away his Tarkani
heritage, but he won't be able to see his homeland again if we fail
our mission.
None
of us will.
Some
of the creatures on this station won't be able to see their home
planets again no matter what we do. I remember hearing from a small
Mantis crew that their colonized home planet had been destroyed
directly after the end of the last galactic war. It had been
annihilated because it had been 'in the way' of the Rebel fleet.
A
voice chirps over the speaker “Can't you give a lady a helping
hand?”.
I
jog over to the loading bay and behold a young female officer trying
to haul a missile almost as big as her on to the platform.
“Woah
there, you're going to hurt yourself if you're not careful,
Rebekkah.” Rebekkah Flynt: Smart, witty and one of the youngest
weapon officers to ever graduate from the academy. Also a bombshell
beauty with sparkling blue eyes and golden hair, though she's more
interested in guns than boys.
“Well,
I'd usually use a repulsorlift to bring these guys up, but we're
kinda stuck on auxiliary power right now.”
She's
right. I look around at the faint, pulsating green lights that
illuminate our lonely hangar dock, with the unnatural silence only
being broken by the gentle yet restless hum of the FTL engines and
the occasional sound of firing from faraway, on the other side of
station. Most of the soldiers on this military station are right now
defending against the invading rebel fleet, but they won't hold out
for long. I'd sure as hell like to be out there fighting with them,
but I have a different mission to accomplish.
We
load the last of our few missiles into the ammunition holster and
step back as it slides into place. Sargon's voice comes over the
intercom again “We're good to go, Captain.”
Captain,
that's me. Captain of this little Kestrel-class cruiser on probably
the most important mission in the history of the Federation. There's
probably a million men more suited to this task than me, but I was
the only one on hand, so here I am. Understaffed and under supplied,
I have to race against the advancing rebel fleet and get to our final
stronghold in time to deliver the precious information stored on this
ship's hard drive.
I
have to reach Terra.
My
name is Hunter Reinhardt, and I will go down into Galactic history.
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