Sylvester
Vice Admiral
My new story, what do you think of chapter one.
Wing Commander: Eternal Flight
By Joshua "Sylvester" Dworkin
Here's a prelim character rundown:
Vice Admiral Geoffrey Tolwyn Commander 14th fleet.
Captain (TCN) Alexander Haston CO TCS Kipling
Commander Rapheal Valquez XO TCS Kipling
Lieutenant (TCN) Kevin Sanches Helm TCS Kipling
Colonel Kathryn "Moonshine" Sabrine CAG TCS Kipling
Lt. Colonel Quentin "Mace" San George CO 146th Squadron
Major Ralph "Switchbalde" Smith XO 146th
Major Alexa "Ghost" Evendas Pilot 146th
Captain (TCSF) Louis "Stardancer" Preston Pilot 146th
Captain (TCSF) Jeffery "Biteme" D'Eramo Pilot 146th
2nd Lieutenant Peter "Pan" Entardies Pilot 146th
Ships:
TCS Kipling CVA 9 Bengal Class Carrier
TCS Arthur DD 321 Gilgamesh Class Destroyer
TCS Waterloo CA 1 Waterloo Class Cruiser
TCS Hastings CA 7 Waterloo Class Cruiser
TCS Concordia CVS 65 Confed. Class Dreadnought
Setting:
Year: 2666.043 (February 12th, 2666)
Place: Enigma System
Chapter I: Fight or Flight
“Shit” swore Captain Alexander Haston as his ship vibrated from yet another blast from the Anti Matter Guns from the Fraltha class cruiser directly to port of the carrier. He checked the shield display of his ship, the TCS Kipling and swore again. The old carriers shields were starting to show the strain of this engagement, the port shield was degrading and woudn’t stand up to punishment much longer. He called out to his helm officer, Lieutenant Sanchez and ordered, “Sanchez!, bring this damn thing around to face that Fraltha, and signal the Arthur to keep that Ralari off us!”
“Yes sir!”, Sanchez replied as he simultaneously entered the course change and signaled the TCS Arthur. Due to the losses the carrier took in the last engagement when most of the bridge crew was killed, Sanchez was doing double duty as comm officer and helm because their weren’t enough officers left to fill the positions. Alex then called out to his XO, Rapheal Valquez, also doing double duty as weapons.
“Rapheal, lock tubes 1-4 and the AMG’s on the Fraltha and prepare to fire.”
“Yes sir”
As his XO acknowledged the order, Haston wondered how the pilots of his carrier were handling the engagement.
**
Captain Jeffrey “Biteme” D’Eramo pulled his Rapier around into a sharp turn to avoid the blast of the neutron guns from the Kilrathi Sartha fighter on his tail. The 28 year old pilot with 21 kills winced as another shot from the Sartha cut deeply into the rear shields of the fighter. Biteme jinxed and weaved to get the nimble light fighter off his tail.
He thought, hmm, maybe I can’t shake the bastard but I can outsmart him. He shut the throttle and the Kilrathi sped past him and proceeded to do a immelman to reverse direction. Biteme hit the afterburner and sped toward the Sartha at 1400 KPS. At 600 meters he opened up on the fighter with full guns, tearing into its forward shields and heard the distinctive ping alerting him that the Spiculum missile attached to his wing was locked. At 200 meters, he fired the missile and banked hard left. The ImRec slammed into the Sartha’s cockpit destroying the fighter. Biteme rejoiced as the computer announced his 22nd kill but then was shaken as a heat seeker slammed into his ass.
**
Major Alexa “Ghost” Evendas pulled her Epee light fighter into a hard turn to get on the tail of the Drakhi that was about to give Biteme a very bad day. She fired her Particle Cannons straight into the Kilrathi’s engines. She kept firing at him as the Drakhi attempted to avoid her fire. Her last volley penetrated the light fighters aft armor and hit the engine core. The ship spun violently out of control and then exploded.
“Thanks Ghost!” said Biteme
“Don’t mention it!” she replied.
Ghost then heard a loud whine and saw the AMG’s of the Kipling fire. She watched as the blue streaks impacted the Fraltha in coincidence with three torpedoes. The hull of the cruiser buckled and then exploded into a fireball, destroying two Drakhi and a Krant in the process.
She signaled the carrier “Nice shot Kipling!” but then looked on in horror as a torpedo slammed into the Bengal’s engines, disabling them. “Kipling, come in… , this is Major Evendas to all ships, the TCS Kipling has been disabled.” She then saw another flash as a torpedo slammed into the side of the Gilgamesh class destroyer TCS Arthur. The explosion ripped through the hull and sent debris flying through the side of the ship.
“Shit!”
“All pilots, this is Lt. Colonel San George, prepare to retreat to take up defensive positions around the Kipling!”
Evendas maneuvered her Epee above the carriers bridge. Their were 5 enemy contacts, 3 Drakhi, 1 Sartha and the Ralari that had torpedoed the Kipling and Arthur. Their were 10 confed fighters so the enemy fighters were no problem but without torpedoes, it seemed hopeless that they could save the Kipling.
**
“Damage Report!” ordered Haston. The bridge was a wreck, consoles were blacked out or sparking, the ceiling panels had fallen and a electrical junction was on fire in the rear. He was glancing around at the shards of debris on the deck when he noticed Lt. Sanches lying on the deck next to his smoldering console. He sprinted top the Lieutenants side, he was unconscious but still alive, barely.
“Sir” replied Commander Valquez, noticing him by Sanches “I’ll get medics up here immediately, as for damage, it’s not good. We’ve lost engines, weapons and shields. We have emergency power only.”
“Damn” sighed Haston. He glanced out the windows toward the Ralari closing in on the dying carrier. He tried to enable comms but the panel wasn’t working. Remembering something one of his academy instructors said, he slammed his fist into the console and it came to life. He spoke into the mic “All pilots, were out of options, we can’t destroy that Ralari, give us cover, we’re abandoning ship.” He then heard the reply of Captain D’Eramo over the comm.
“Wait, I have an idea!” and with that statement he flipped his Rapier out of formation and headed towards the Ralari “Give me cover!” he yelled.
“Biteme come back!” cried Captain Louis “Stardancer” Preston, “Ah hell, give him cover people!” and he proceeded to defend Biteme from the incoming enemy fighters.
**
Avoiding the blast of the Ralari’s flak, Biteme pressed on toward the bow of the Ralari. He maneuvered his damaged but still intact Rapier level with the Ralari’s torpedo tubes. He then noticed what he’d been waiting for, a disturbance in the Ralari’s shields. To fire torpedoes, the Ralari had to drop it’s front shield to fire. Biteme took advantage of this and fired all of his missiles into the Ralari’s bow. The missiles made contact with solid hull and released their warheads in a bright flash.
The front end of the Ralari exploded and fractured the hull causing the ship to break in half. Biteme relished with his victory but suddenly was smashed against the side of the cockpit as the explosion of the Kilrathi ship enveloped his beat up fighter. He heard ejection alarms blaring and a monotonous computer voice announcing “Warning, hull failure in 10 seconds, 9, 8…” With a quick prayer, Biteme uttered. “Crap” and pulled the ejection handle. He felt the jolt and was soon rising quickly above the fractured mass that was the remains of his once proud but beaten Rapier.
**
Captain Haston watched in awe as the massive Kilrathi destroyer vanished in a superheated cloud of gas before his eyes. For a split second he felt relieved at the safety of his ship but then his heart sank as he saw Captain D’Eramo’s Rapier explode. But then he heard the frantic chatter over the comm system, first Major Smith.
“Biteme come in!”
“Dammit Biteme” , cried Mace. “where are you?”
Then Captain D’Eramo’s beleaguered voice” I’m here…I got out okay.”
As his pilots were expressing signs of relief over the survival of their comrade, Haston heard the frantic cry of the Lieutenant taking Sanches’s place at the helm “Sir, we have a contact coming in through the jump point!”
“Identify” the captain ordered.
“Sir, she’s one of ours…getting id # number now…sir! It’s the Concordia!” and with that sentence, the green hull of the TCS Concordia sailed through the jumpoint. “I’m receiving transmission sir.”
“Put it on speakers.” A female voice began speaking out of the bridge speakers.
“TCS Kipling, this is the Concordia, were sorry to have not gotten here sooner, we will tow your ship through the jumpoint. A Fraltha is incoming and we need to get your ships out of here soon. A tug will pull the Arthur out. We’ve instructed your pilots to land on the Concordia and we are sending out S&R to get your ejected pilot.”
Haston spoke into the mike “Thank you Concordia.”
“Any time Kipling, by the way, Admiral Tolwyn wants to debrief you once were through the jumpoint, Captain, Concordia out.”
Haston sat back in his chair with relief as the blue beam lanced out from the mighty carrier and pulled him and his beaten up ship through the jumpoint and to safety.
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Wing Commander: Eternal Flight
By Joshua "Sylvester" Dworkin
Here's a prelim character rundown:
Vice Admiral Geoffrey Tolwyn Commander 14th fleet.
Captain (TCN) Alexander Haston CO TCS Kipling
Commander Rapheal Valquez XO TCS Kipling
Lieutenant (TCN) Kevin Sanches Helm TCS Kipling
Colonel Kathryn "Moonshine" Sabrine CAG TCS Kipling
Lt. Colonel Quentin "Mace" San George CO 146th Squadron
Major Ralph "Switchbalde" Smith XO 146th
Major Alexa "Ghost" Evendas Pilot 146th
Captain (TCSF) Louis "Stardancer" Preston Pilot 146th
Captain (TCSF) Jeffery "Biteme" D'Eramo Pilot 146th
2nd Lieutenant Peter "Pan" Entardies Pilot 146th
Ships:
TCS Kipling CVA 9 Bengal Class Carrier
TCS Arthur DD 321 Gilgamesh Class Destroyer
TCS Waterloo CA 1 Waterloo Class Cruiser
TCS Hastings CA 7 Waterloo Class Cruiser
TCS Concordia CVS 65 Confed. Class Dreadnought
Setting:
Year: 2666.043 (February 12th, 2666)
Place: Enigma System
Chapter I: Fight or Flight
“Shit” swore Captain Alexander Haston as his ship vibrated from yet another blast from the Anti Matter Guns from the Fraltha class cruiser directly to port of the carrier. He checked the shield display of his ship, the TCS Kipling and swore again. The old carriers shields were starting to show the strain of this engagement, the port shield was degrading and woudn’t stand up to punishment much longer. He called out to his helm officer, Lieutenant Sanchez and ordered, “Sanchez!, bring this damn thing around to face that Fraltha, and signal the Arthur to keep that Ralari off us!”
“Yes sir!”, Sanchez replied as he simultaneously entered the course change and signaled the TCS Arthur. Due to the losses the carrier took in the last engagement when most of the bridge crew was killed, Sanchez was doing double duty as comm officer and helm because their weren’t enough officers left to fill the positions. Alex then called out to his XO, Rapheal Valquez, also doing double duty as weapons.
“Rapheal, lock tubes 1-4 and the AMG’s on the Fraltha and prepare to fire.”
“Yes sir”
As his XO acknowledged the order, Haston wondered how the pilots of his carrier were handling the engagement.
**
Captain Jeffrey “Biteme” D’Eramo pulled his Rapier around into a sharp turn to avoid the blast of the neutron guns from the Kilrathi Sartha fighter on his tail. The 28 year old pilot with 21 kills winced as another shot from the Sartha cut deeply into the rear shields of the fighter. Biteme jinxed and weaved to get the nimble light fighter off his tail.
He thought, hmm, maybe I can’t shake the bastard but I can outsmart him. He shut the throttle and the Kilrathi sped past him and proceeded to do a immelman to reverse direction. Biteme hit the afterburner and sped toward the Sartha at 1400 KPS. At 600 meters he opened up on the fighter with full guns, tearing into its forward shields and heard the distinctive ping alerting him that the Spiculum missile attached to his wing was locked. At 200 meters, he fired the missile and banked hard left. The ImRec slammed into the Sartha’s cockpit destroying the fighter. Biteme rejoiced as the computer announced his 22nd kill but then was shaken as a heat seeker slammed into his ass.
**
Major Alexa “Ghost” Evendas pulled her Epee light fighter into a hard turn to get on the tail of the Drakhi that was about to give Biteme a very bad day. She fired her Particle Cannons straight into the Kilrathi’s engines. She kept firing at him as the Drakhi attempted to avoid her fire. Her last volley penetrated the light fighters aft armor and hit the engine core. The ship spun violently out of control and then exploded.
“Thanks Ghost!” said Biteme
“Don’t mention it!” she replied.
Ghost then heard a loud whine and saw the AMG’s of the Kipling fire. She watched as the blue streaks impacted the Fraltha in coincidence with three torpedoes. The hull of the cruiser buckled and then exploded into a fireball, destroying two Drakhi and a Krant in the process.
She signaled the carrier “Nice shot Kipling!” but then looked on in horror as a torpedo slammed into the Bengal’s engines, disabling them. “Kipling, come in… , this is Major Evendas to all ships, the TCS Kipling has been disabled.” She then saw another flash as a torpedo slammed into the side of the Gilgamesh class destroyer TCS Arthur. The explosion ripped through the hull and sent debris flying through the side of the ship.
“Shit!”
“All pilots, this is Lt. Colonel San George, prepare to retreat to take up defensive positions around the Kipling!”
Evendas maneuvered her Epee above the carriers bridge. Their were 5 enemy contacts, 3 Drakhi, 1 Sartha and the Ralari that had torpedoed the Kipling and Arthur. Their were 10 confed fighters so the enemy fighters were no problem but without torpedoes, it seemed hopeless that they could save the Kipling.
**
“Damage Report!” ordered Haston. The bridge was a wreck, consoles were blacked out or sparking, the ceiling panels had fallen and a electrical junction was on fire in the rear. He was glancing around at the shards of debris on the deck when he noticed Lt. Sanches lying on the deck next to his smoldering console. He sprinted top the Lieutenants side, he was unconscious but still alive, barely.
“Sir” replied Commander Valquez, noticing him by Sanches “I’ll get medics up here immediately, as for damage, it’s not good. We’ve lost engines, weapons and shields. We have emergency power only.”
“Damn” sighed Haston. He glanced out the windows toward the Ralari closing in on the dying carrier. He tried to enable comms but the panel wasn’t working. Remembering something one of his academy instructors said, he slammed his fist into the console and it came to life. He spoke into the mic “All pilots, were out of options, we can’t destroy that Ralari, give us cover, we’re abandoning ship.” He then heard the reply of Captain D’Eramo over the comm.
“Wait, I have an idea!” and with that statement he flipped his Rapier out of formation and headed towards the Ralari “Give me cover!” he yelled.
“Biteme come back!” cried Captain Louis “Stardancer” Preston, “Ah hell, give him cover people!” and he proceeded to defend Biteme from the incoming enemy fighters.
**
Avoiding the blast of the Ralari’s flak, Biteme pressed on toward the bow of the Ralari. He maneuvered his damaged but still intact Rapier level with the Ralari’s torpedo tubes. He then noticed what he’d been waiting for, a disturbance in the Ralari’s shields. To fire torpedoes, the Ralari had to drop it’s front shield to fire. Biteme took advantage of this and fired all of his missiles into the Ralari’s bow. The missiles made contact with solid hull and released their warheads in a bright flash.
The front end of the Ralari exploded and fractured the hull causing the ship to break in half. Biteme relished with his victory but suddenly was smashed against the side of the cockpit as the explosion of the Kilrathi ship enveloped his beat up fighter. He heard ejection alarms blaring and a monotonous computer voice announcing “Warning, hull failure in 10 seconds, 9, 8…” With a quick prayer, Biteme uttered. “Crap” and pulled the ejection handle. He felt the jolt and was soon rising quickly above the fractured mass that was the remains of his once proud but beaten Rapier.
**
Captain Haston watched in awe as the massive Kilrathi destroyer vanished in a superheated cloud of gas before his eyes. For a split second he felt relieved at the safety of his ship but then his heart sank as he saw Captain D’Eramo’s Rapier explode. But then he heard the frantic chatter over the comm system, first Major Smith.
“Biteme come in!”
“Dammit Biteme” , cried Mace. “where are you?”
Then Captain D’Eramo’s beleaguered voice” I’m here…I got out okay.”
As his pilots were expressing signs of relief over the survival of their comrade, Haston heard the frantic cry of the Lieutenant taking Sanches’s place at the helm “Sir, we have a contact coming in through the jump point!”
“Identify” the captain ordered.
“Sir, she’s one of ours…getting id # number now…sir! It’s the Concordia!” and with that sentence, the green hull of the TCS Concordia sailed through the jumpoint. “I’m receiving transmission sir.”
“Put it on speakers.” A female voice began speaking out of the bridge speakers.
“TCS Kipling, this is the Concordia, were sorry to have not gotten here sooner, we will tow your ship through the jumpoint. A Fraltha is incoming and we need to get your ships out of here soon. A tug will pull the Arthur out. We’ve instructed your pilots to land on the Concordia and we are sending out S&R to get your ejected pilot.”
Haston spoke into the mike “Thank you Concordia.”
“Any time Kipling, by the way, Admiral Tolwyn wants to debrief you once were through the jumpoint, Captain, Concordia out.”
Haston sat back in his chair with relief as the blue beam lanced out from the mighty carrier and pulled him and his beaten up ship through the jumpoint and to safety.
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