Post by ((UCoS))tdf-Oddball on Mar 14, 2006 12:55:16 GMT 10
The Very Last League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Taken from The Chronicles of the UCS Silversword
Compiled, sorted and embellished just a little bit by Oddball
Preamble
Ships Log:
Name: Unknown
Callsign: Oddball
Age: Unknown
Profession: Profiteer
Height: 187cm
Weight: 120kg
Description: Oddball is a larger than life hero who drinks and eats to excess but is quietly spoken and slow to anger. He would rather use a native battle axe then a laser gun. He has an exploding shock of white hair held in a large pony tail, a great hooked beak of a nose, chin like a hatchet-head and oil-black eyes under break-wave brows on a tanned, wrinkled face. The wrinkles fall neatly in place, like seams in leather. He is quite large in size but moves with the speed and grace of a cobra. He cannot be taunted into a fight or be made to lose his temper.
Ship: Eagle and Drom.
Last known where-abouts: The Ring - New Berlin
Chapter One
It was the last jump gate, almost home. The Drom eased slowly into the docking queue and sat motionless as a large IMG freighter train and four escorting Hawks took their turn and vanished into hyperspace. I groaned with impatience as I watched two of the Hawks miss the gate and have to slowly dock again. Finally they were through and I felt the tug of the gate as it drew the Drom towards it. Lights flashed on the control board as the gate rotated the ship out of normal space and into hyperspace, that strange area lying somewhere between this space and the next one, whatever that meant. The effect produced a tunnel in space, a wormhole, controlled by a gate at either end. The speed at which it brought a space ship through the hole was huge. It allowed ships to traverse vast distances of space in the blink of an eye.
The spiral light show lasted a few seconds and blinked off. Before me sat the familiar constellations of home and I quickly located the trade lane and set the Drom’s cruise engines to full. Off to my right I noticed a small battle between a few Hessians and the IMG train that had made the jump ahead of me. Two of the escorting Hawk fighters were already out of it and the remaining two were hard pressed to hold the Hessian Sabres away from the rapidly escaping train. Some Hessian ships buzzed about the train like a swarm of angry bees as it made it to the trade lane and flashed away, leaving the Hessian fighters annoyed and swearing. My radio crackled with their chatter as they went about setting up for another ambush.
I was neutral with the Hessians and kept my fingers crossed that they didn’t bother scanning my ship as I crossed the last few kilometres to the trade lane dock. I made it finally and felt the ship jerk and rock as the trade lane engaged and shot me away towards the distant planet of New Berlin. To my right I noticed The Ring materialise out of the distance and soon became distinct. I dropped out of the trade lane and cruised over to dock with it. My nobium bought a nice price here. Not as much as I would get over in Dresden but that was a further system away and, besides, I could by cheap diamonds on New Berlin and the call of home was too strong to ignore.
The trader on the Ring waved a pleasant hello as I stepped off the elevator. We had done this a hundred times before and I was an old and trusted trader here. After the sale was complete I was about to head back to the ship when I was stopped by none other than Station Commander Elliot himself. He was a short, plump man with balding hair and chubby fingers. He was clearly wheezing from hurrying and he held my arm for support as he gasped in large breaths of air in an attempt to regain some form of dignity.
“Oddball, glad I caught you.” He half coughed, half spluttered. Everyone used my call sign when talking to me. I doubt anyone actually knew my real name anyway. I helped him steady himself as he finally managed to straighten himself up.
“We have a situation and could use your help.” He looked up into my eyes and a thin smile appeared on his face. “We are in need of some of your… talents.”
I grunted a noncommittal sort of a reply and followed him into the elevator. It opened to reveal the entry to the command centre. The two guards nodded towards me as I followed the Commander onto the Bridge of The Ring. One end was a shambles. Broken glass, upturned furniture, blood stains. Oh good.
Commander Elliot motioned outside and I followed his gaze. Outside, on the hull of The Ring was a man in a space suit. He was just standing there looking at nothing in particular. On closer inspection I noticed a small black hole between his shoulder blades. The hole was tinged in red. More blood. He was obviously dead, his magnetic boots holding him to the hull. As I looked further down the Ring I noticed three more bodies in various degrees of “torn to bloody shreds”. One was completely missing the top half from the waist up.
“Out there, on the hull, is… something.” He sort of half breathed the last word. He squinted into the distance trying to catch a glimpse of whatever the ‘something’ was. “Would you be a good chap and go out there and get it please?”
“Why don’t you just blast it off with a fighter?” I stated the rather obvious.
“Well, you can’t see it actually. It doesn’t show up on any scanner or radar and you have to be within a few metres of it to see it with the naked eye” Elliot scratched his chin and nodded in puzzlement. “Don’t know what it is exactly. Some sort of animal, although where it came from is beyond me. We think it must have come in on some ship and escaped. No-one is owning up to that though.”
“And what makes you think I can kill it when half a platoon of soldiers here couldn’t?” I gestured at the remains of the soldiers littering the hull. “And how can it breath in space anyway?”
“I have no idea, really. I was rather hoping you could kill it with that axe of yours you carry on your belt there.” And he motioned towards the obsidian battle axe I carried. It was a small, short piece of death, with a half moon blade on one side and a sharp icepick of a point on the other. A tough, leather bound handle held the two blades. All in all it was about half a metre in length and was incredibly light, as obsidian is. Tougher than steel, it couldn’t break, no matter what I had hit it against, steel, bone, flesh. Nothing stopped it either. I had learnt long ago not to hit the side of a ship with it. It left a nasty hole.
Suddenly my mind was made up for me. The ‘something’ came in through two sheets of battle shield steel like it was so much tin foil right beside the two guards. Air instantly rushed outwards as the pressure inside left for the vacuum outside, as pressurised air has a tendency to do. One of the guards left with the air, his screams lost in the roar of escaping air. The second guard was held against the wall by the mass of the attacker. It looked, well, like it was covered in small mirrors that reflected every surface at once. Small wonder it was hard to see. It was shaped like a spider, perhaps, maybe an octopus.
I pushed off with my left leg and flew towards the hole in the hull, aiming to land to the right of it. Well, that was the plan anyway. As I neared the ‘something’ I flicked my axe upward from my belt and sliced downward across one of the ‘something’s’ legs. Damn, I am really going to have to name this bloody thing. The axe found it’s mark and the eight legged thing became a seven legged thing. I noticed there was no blood but a bunch of wires and sparks. Ok, a robot ‘something’.
I didn’t have time for a second swing as I had reached the hole in the hull. I let go of the axe and flung a belt line around the ‘something’ and tightened the clips. I was attached to it now and it was moving inward. My axe returned to my hand as all well trained obsidian axes do and I commenced to shorten the distance between me and the seven legged robot by winding in the tether line. As I came into reach of it I swung across another leg and reduced it to a six legged thing. It turned it’s ‘head’ towards me and a stubby barrel protruded from its forehead. I could recognise a laser when I saw one and I dropped to the floor just as the beam occupied the spot I was just in.
Elliot, to his credit, earned his pay and had thrown the switches to seal the hull breach with a force field only moments after the thing had come crashing in. Normal gravity returned and I found myself actually hitting the floor rather hard. The axe fell as I did and severed the laser from the robot quite neatly. With gravity restored I quickly made my feet and began to slice the robot up into tiny little robot pieces. It lifted an arm to reveal some rather sharp looking appliances attached to it and swung them at me. I rolled away, severing the arm as I did so. It lifted another arm but by now I was hitting my straps and severed it before it could do anything. The robot over balanced and toppled towards Elliot who promptly reduced it to atoms with a well placed laser shot, right through the hole I had made where the laser had been. Nice one.
I took a deep breath and realised I had been holding it ever since the thing had crashed through the hull. It had seemed quite some time ago but in reality had only been a couple of minutes. Elliot organised the clean up while I patched up myself. All in all I had come through that rather unscathed, just a couple of scratches. The Commander finally freed himself from the hustle of the repairs and made his way over to me.
“Nice. Very nice. Good job Oddball.” He almost bounced he was so happy. “The scientists are examining the… what ever it was. They look quite excited by it all.” He stopped smiling and looked down at the axe I carried. “I can see now why you carry that bloody thing. It seemed like it was a part of you. At one point there I could have sworn you lost it but it seemed like it just came back.” He chuckled. “Well, it looked like that anyway. Thanks again Oddball”
I grunted a reply and made my way to the elevator. He said it seemed like it just came back to me. Yere, sort of like that. If he only knew the significance of that statement I doubt he would let me back on his little space station.
Taken from The Chronicles of the UCS Silversword
Compiled, sorted and embellished just a little bit by Oddball
Preamble
Ships Log:
Name: Unknown
Callsign: Oddball
Age: Unknown
Profession: Profiteer
Height: 187cm
Weight: 120kg
Description: Oddball is a larger than life hero who drinks and eats to excess but is quietly spoken and slow to anger. He would rather use a native battle axe then a laser gun. He has an exploding shock of white hair held in a large pony tail, a great hooked beak of a nose, chin like a hatchet-head and oil-black eyes under break-wave brows on a tanned, wrinkled face. The wrinkles fall neatly in place, like seams in leather. He is quite large in size but moves with the speed and grace of a cobra. He cannot be taunted into a fight or be made to lose his temper.
Ship: Eagle and Drom.
Last known where-abouts: The Ring - New Berlin
Chapter One
It was the last jump gate, almost home. The Drom eased slowly into the docking queue and sat motionless as a large IMG freighter train and four escorting Hawks took their turn and vanished into hyperspace. I groaned with impatience as I watched two of the Hawks miss the gate and have to slowly dock again. Finally they were through and I felt the tug of the gate as it drew the Drom towards it. Lights flashed on the control board as the gate rotated the ship out of normal space and into hyperspace, that strange area lying somewhere between this space and the next one, whatever that meant. The effect produced a tunnel in space, a wormhole, controlled by a gate at either end. The speed at which it brought a space ship through the hole was huge. It allowed ships to traverse vast distances of space in the blink of an eye.
The spiral light show lasted a few seconds and blinked off. Before me sat the familiar constellations of home and I quickly located the trade lane and set the Drom’s cruise engines to full. Off to my right I noticed a small battle between a few Hessians and the IMG train that had made the jump ahead of me. Two of the escorting Hawk fighters were already out of it and the remaining two were hard pressed to hold the Hessian Sabres away from the rapidly escaping train. Some Hessian ships buzzed about the train like a swarm of angry bees as it made it to the trade lane and flashed away, leaving the Hessian fighters annoyed and swearing. My radio crackled with their chatter as they went about setting up for another ambush.
I was neutral with the Hessians and kept my fingers crossed that they didn’t bother scanning my ship as I crossed the last few kilometres to the trade lane dock. I made it finally and felt the ship jerk and rock as the trade lane engaged and shot me away towards the distant planet of New Berlin. To my right I noticed The Ring materialise out of the distance and soon became distinct. I dropped out of the trade lane and cruised over to dock with it. My nobium bought a nice price here. Not as much as I would get over in Dresden but that was a further system away and, besides, I could by cheap diamonds on New Berlin and the call of home was too strong to ignore.
The trader on the Ring waved a pleasant hello as I stepped off the elevator. We had done this a hundred times before and I was an old and trusted trader here. After the sale was complete I was about to head back to the ship when I was stopped by none other than Station Commander Elliot himself. He was a short, plump man with balding hair and chubby fingers. He was clearly wheezing from hurrying and he held my arm for support as he gasped in large breaths of air in an attempt to regain some form of dignity.
“Oddball, glad I caught you.” He half coughed, half spluttered. Everyone used my call sign when talking to me. I doubt anyone actually knew my real name anyway. I helped him steady himself as he finally managed to straighten himself up.
“We have a situation and could use your help.” He looked up into my eyes and a thin smile appeared on his face. “We are in need of some of your… talents.”
I grunted a noncommittal sort of a reply and followed him into the elevator. It opened to reveal the entry to the command centre. The two guards nodded towards me as I followed the Commander onto the Bridge of The Ring. One end was a shambles. Broken glass, upturned furniture, blood stains. Oh good.
Commander Elliot motioned outside and I followed his gaze. Outside, on the hull of The Ring was a man in a space suit. He was just standing there looking at nothing in particular. On closer inspection I noticed a small black hole between his shoulder blades. The hole was tinged in red. More blood. He was obviously dead, his magnetic boots holding him to the hull. As I looked further down the Ring I noticed three more bodies in various degrees of “torn to bloody shreds”. One was completely missing the top half from the waist up.
“Out there, on the hull, is… something.” He sort of half breathed the last word. He squinted into the distance trying to catch a glimpse of whatever the ‘something’ was. “Would you be a good chap and go out there and get it please?”
“Why don’t you just blast it off with a fighter?” I stated the rather obvious.
“Well, you can’t see it actually. It doesn’t show up on any scanner or radar and you have to be within a few metres of it to see it with the naked eye” Elliot scratched his chin and nodded in puzzlement. “Don’t know what it is exactly. Some sort of animal, although where it came from is beyond me. We think it must have come in on some ship and escaped. No-one is owning up to that though.”
“And what makes you think I can kill it when half a platoon of soldiers here couldn’t?” I gestured at the remains of the soldiers littering the hull. “And how can it breath in space anyway?”
“I have no idea, really. I was rather hoping you could kill it with that axe of yours you carry on your belt there.” And he motioned towards the obsidian battle axe I carried. It was a small, short piece of death, with a half moon blade on one side and a sharp icepick of a point on the other. A tough, leather bound handle held the two blades. All in all it was about half a metre in length and was incredibly light, as obsidian is. Tougher than steel, it couldn’t break, no matter what I had hit it against, steel, bone, flesh. Nothing stopped it either. I had learnt long ago not to hit the side of a ship with it. It left a nasty hole.
Suddenly my mind was made up for me. The ‘something’ came in through two sheets of battle shield steel like it was so much tin foil right beside the two guards. Air instantly rushed outwards as the pressure inside left for the vacuum outside, as pressurised air has a tendency to do. One of the guards left with the air, his screams lost in the roar of escaping air. The second guard was held against the wall by the mass of the attacker. It looked, well, like it was covered in small mirrors that reflected every surface at once. Small wonder it was hard to see. It was shaped like a spider, perhaps, maybe an octopus.
I pushed off with my left leg and flew towards the hole in the hull, aiming to land to the right of it. Well, that was the plan anyway. As I neared the ‘something’ I flicked my axe upward from my belt and sliced downward across one of the ‘something’s’ legs. Damn, I am really going to have to name this bloody thing. The axe found it’s mark and the eight legged thing became a seven legged thing. I noticed there was no blood but a bunch of wires and sparks. Ok, a robot ‘something’.
I didn’t have time for a second swing as I had reached the hole in the hull. I let go of the axe and flung a belt line around the ‘something’ and tightened the clips. I was attached to it now and it was moving inward. My axe returned to my hand as all well trained obsidian axes do and I commenced to shorten the distance between me and the seven legged robot by winding in the tether line. As I came into reach of it I swung across another leg and reduced it to a six legged thing. It turned it’s ‘head’ towards me and a stubby barrel protruded from its forehead. I could recognise a laser when I saw one and I dropped to the floor just as the beam occupied the spot I was just in.
Elliot, to his credit, earned his pay and had thrown the switches to seal the hull breach with a force field only moments after the thing had come crashing in. Normal gravity returned and I found myself actually hitting the floor rather hard. The axe fell as I did and severed the laser from the robot quite neatly. With gravity restored I quickly made my feet and began to slice the robot up into tiny little robot pieces. It lifted an arm to reveal some rather sharp looking appliances attached to it and swung them at me. I rolled away, severing the arm as I did so. It lifted another arm but by now I was hitting my straps and severed it before it could do anything. The robot over balanced and toppled towards Elliot who promptly reduced it to atoms with a well placed laser shot, right through the hole I had made where the laser had been. Nice one.
I took a deep breath and realised I had been holding it ever since the thing had crashed through the hull. It had seemed quite some time ago but in reality had only been a couple of minutes. Elliot organised the clean up while I patched up myself. All in all I had come through that rather unscathed, just a couple of scratches. The Commander finally freed himself from the hustle of the repairs and made his way over to me.
“Nice. Very nice. Good job Oddball.” He almost bounced he was so happy. “The scientists are examining the… what ever it was. They look quite excited by it all.” He stopped smiling and looked down at the axe I carried. “I can see now why you carry that bloody thing. It seemed like it was a part of you. At one point there I could have sworn you lost it but it seemed like it just came back.” He chuckled. “Well, it looked like that anyway. Thanks again Oddball”
I grunted a reply and made my way to the elevator. He said it seemed like it just came back to me. Yere, sort of like that. If he only knew the significance of that statement I doubt he would let me back on his little space station.