Wedge notes that SNESMusic.org has extracted the soundtrack to the Super Nintendo versions of Wing Commander. The tiny 100 kilobyte download includes approximately 45 minutes of wonderful tunes that are a joy to the ears. Wedge recommends the SNESAmp plugin for WinAMP to listen to the somewhat obscure SPC .rsn format file. You can find the soundtrack here. And look at that, the old Winamp skins that have been sitting in the CIC archives for more than a decade still work!
If you don't know what SPCs are, it's the format used for storing Sony SPC700 sound chip memory dumps from a SNES console. The most common way to play it on a PC is with the SNESamp plug-in for Winamp.
It's certainly not the highest quality SNES soundtrack I've ever heard and compared with other versions of Wing Commander, the conversion is pretty low quality overall. Still, for some who started their Wing Commander experience on the SNES, this may hold some nostalgic value for them.
Edit: Evan reports that Game Music Box is the preferred player for Mac and SNES Player works for iOS.
The CIC Fan Fiction Forum has seen some new activity recently. Dahan has posted a new chapter of An Officer's Beginning and Plywood Fiend has started a new adventure, Fifty Voices of the Three Wars. You can find these stories and more at Crius.net.
January 17th 2663
Rho wing – BWS Magellan
Racene system - Enigma Sector
2nd Lieutenant Percival ‘Falchion’ Williams
I’d been flying off of the Magellan for two weeks, having been dragged out of the academy two years ahead of schedule thanks to a shortage of pilots on the border.
I was feeling rather miserable I must admit. I’d been sent into a war zone feeling anything but ready for it and what’s more, I was the only rookie on the ship, everyone else from my class having gotten transferred to either the Intrepid or the Tybalt.
The Magellan, a smashed up Confed Exeter bought on the cheap, boasted ten pilots in all. The other nine all knew each other, they had fought side by side for at least the past year, they were a team. I was the green, nervous plebe filling the bunk of 1st Lieutenant Alison Klim, the team-member that had been killed two weeks prior.
When I wasn’t feeling painfully awkward onboard ship, I was feeling shit scared inside the cockpit of my banshee. Kilrathi fighters had been harassing convoys in Racene, Telamon and Ghorah Khar for weeks now. This wasn’t just a matter of a dozen or so privateers, these were Imperial fighters flying in such numbers as could only come from Snakier carriers.
As yet, the Magellan’s rearguard patrols hadn’t come across any enemy fighters; a fact I was rather glad of. I was certain that my first encounter with a Kilrathi ship could only result in my death.