F.L.C. - Five Leaf Chronicles

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Entry One: Celestial Bodies
24/10/805
Location: Cadiz Base, Omega-5

My name is Wade. Wade Hopez. My childhood was one without parental sustenance and my adolescence saw the death of my only sibling. I was born on Planet Crete to a mother I only knew for two years, and a father who was killed by bounty hunters six months into my life. My sister, ten years my senior, was my only family - until she was claimed by the Edge Nebula when I was thirteen.

I became an adult like all Corsairs - flying to the edge nebula in a Centurion and mining an Alien Artefact from deep within the field. As I was leaving, artefact in tow, four strange, purple-and-blue ships appeared a short distance away. Their destructive weapons left my ship scarred beyond repair, and their strange behaviour left me in wonderment - when I returned to Planet Crete I remembered the scarred, battered ships around the jump hole, and the dead pilots' horrifying faces, haphazardly deformed by radiation and the vacuum of space. Their ships, too, sported scars of constant radiation and their hulls were pockmarked with the same marks as mine is now - no doubt these strange ships are to blame for their death.

I tried to tell my story to other Corsairs but they refused to listen. One said he'd 'heard it all before'. Some friends of mine, most different ages, listened - the seniors with surprise and the juniors with excitement.

Me and three of my friends, Pedro Garcia, Amelia Mordrova and Jorge Cortez, decided to make an expedition to the sacred grounds. We made sure to have plenty of nanobots and shield batteries, top-notch equipment and Titan fighters for the trip.

The journey was hardly uneventful. Two wings of Bounty Hunters, one with four and the other with six fighters, ambushed us as we entered the field. They were only in Barracudas but their Reaver lasers still greatly damaged our shields. However, outnumbered or not, we still prevailed - upon the dispatching of the fifth Hunter, they retreated.

When we entered the Graveyard of Innocents, I noticed that the radiation was several times stronger and that my sensors did not work - more importantly, that the jump hole there led to an uncharted system, and not Omicron Beta as I had originally thought. We simply waited, slightly outside the radiation hotspot, for the mysterious fighters to appear.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, they arrived. Four perfectly symmetrical, perfectly rounded, needle-shaped fighters, coloured blue-and-purple, appeared from the jump hole. They obviously had faulty sensors as well, since they did not seem to notice us.

I'd told Pedro to mount a camera on the front of his ship to take photos of these ships. He radioed in, telling us he'd taken three photographs. I told the rest of our small group that we should be careful and ambush them from behind.

However, the fighters had since disappeared. I noticed several sparks eminating from four areas, perfectly aligned, behind us. From those sparks came the four mysterious fighters.

I called to warn my three friends, but the warning came too late for Jorge, who had already exploded in a ball of fire and smoke.

We wasted no time attacking them. What surprised us the most was their apparent lack of shielding, and that the fighters seemed completely organic - even more so, the lack of a pilot.

However, that's not to say they were not invincible. Amelia was on the tail of one fighter, Pedro on another. I decided to follow suit and take out the one trailing Amelia. As soon as I did so, I noticed Pedro's shields flicker off, and Amelia's target combusting and her tractor beam activating. Three volleys of Salamanca MkIIs and a cannonball missile later, my target too was destroyed.

What I failed to notice until this point was my own hull and how long we had been in the radiation hotspot for. It was only the computer that notified me, with three ominous words followed by a further two.

"Hull breach imminent."
"Shields critical."

I punched the Nanobot and Shield Battery buttons quickly, just as my own tractor beam lit up. I heard something solid and heavy hit the floor in my hold, and Pedro's target exploding in a bright purple flash.

The three of us managed to take out the remaining fighter with ease. As we engaged cruise engines back to Crete, we all breathed a collective sigh. I checked the rear-vision mirror, and saw Jorge's remains... and another of the strange ships, except this one was about one hundred times the size of the ships we fought.

I gasped in horror as a second, then a third and a fourth appeared from the jump hole. I called for Amelia and Pedro to hurry up - they'd obviously seen the ships as well, and each gave a raspy affirmative.

After an uneventful trip back to Crete, I decided to investigate the strange object I'd tractored in - Amelia, too, was in the hold of her ship, probably for the same reason.

I noticed the weapon against one of the magnetic clamps on the far left wall. It glowed a soft violet and looked unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Amelia, too, seemed to have found one in her hold. I got the equipment dealer to have a look at the weapons, and he said he'd never seen them before, then asked if I wanted to see if it would mount on my ship.

I stripped a Salamanca MkII from the wing opposite my cannonball launcher and attached the glowing weapon. As I attached it, Pedro and Amelia ran up to me and told me about their successful meeting with the Elders about these strange ships, and gave me a mission - to make my way to each of the House Capitals, and inform them of these fighters.

I flew to Omega-41, where two Hessian Sabres ambushed me. This is when I saw the full power of the mysterious weapon.

The first thing I noticed was its odd colour - a deep purple, similar in hue to the fighters themselves. I also noticed that it did not use any energy, and it hit with much more power than my Salamanca MkIIs. In fact, I was surprised they even worked on my ship. The Sabres fell easily - two minutes after I entered the system, Amelia and Pedro entered. By then I was well on my way to Omega-5.

So, here I stand in the bar of Cadiz base, Omega-5, holding my datapad, on which contains ten photographs and this diary, which I have decided to start.

Amelia is sleeping in one of the bar's visitors' rooms, and Pedro is taking a quick mission for some money.

I think to myself - we have long weeks ahead of us.

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((This is based before the SP storyline. More to come! ))

[<[Atreides]>Space Cowboy]

Very nice dude keep em coming plz

[((UCoS))Rika Nanaka]

AWSOME

I think we should make UCOS the official GOI story makers

We got so many ppl making awsome stories.

I cant wait to see ur next 1 btw Oddball after ur all better and back in space.

In fact i cant wait to see everyones new story and the stories of the ppl who havent made any yet but are planning too.

[}{Serpents}{5leafClover]

I've written novels before.

At least, about three chapters each - before I lost interest and started another.

[<[Atreides]>Space Cowboy]

Yeah i also tried writting a bit but i could never always stay on track. Sounds like i am a little like you

I will probably try something soon and but it in the rp here

[}{Serpents}{5leafClover]

LOL, true.

[((UCoS))-Ghost_Ship]

yea dude i think it was also awesome

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Entry Two: Bretonia, Pt I
31/10/805
Location: Trafalgar Base, New London

Between my first entry and this one, many things happened that I still can not fully believe. For one, despite the Elders' messages to the four Houses describing our mission, a wing of Bretonian Crusaders opened fire on us upon our arrival to Cambridge through the Omega-5 jump hole. What really gets me is how they knew about the Omega-5 jump hole which they both never patrol and have no prior knowledge about? I felt treachery was afoot.

Also, news came of a Rheinland expedition to Omicron Theta which revealed a whole supply of active Artefacts, ripe for Corsair taking. This occurred two weeks before I was initiated, and three weeks prior to this entry.

Stranger still, our presence around and inside the Battleship Norfolk was completely ignored, and we were waived through to the New London jump gate without any issues. The Royal Family was actually looking forward to our meeting.

However, upon our arrival into New London, we were attacked again, this time by a Battleship, two Gunboats, seven Crusaders and ten Cavaliers midway through the tradelane.

As soon as we saw the battleship we knew that there was something afoot. Our suspicions were confirmed when the battleship disrupted the trade lane and opened fire on us.

Amelia and I decided to engage the fleet, while Pedro took it upon himself to get some photographs of the fleet attacking and then radioed for help from Trafalgar. Luckily a band of mercenaries piloting very heavy fighters were camping out on the station, and since they did a lot of business with the Corsairs they decided to assist us.

And not too soon did they arrive. Amelia's ship was about 50% hull integrity, mine still lower. Pedro's shield was taking a beating and he'd lost at least ten percent of his hull to a previous shield failure. My engines were beginning to stall.

Then the strangest thing happened. The gunboats, which had remained stationary during the fight thus far, suddenly lurched forward and attacked - with the same weapons as the mysterious fighters in the Edge nebula.

My shield once again buckled, and were it not for my quick nanobots I would have fallen to the gunboats' volleys. However, I was now out of nanobots and had three shield batteries left.

It was then the mercenaries reached our position. One, tagged Gyroscope, flew an Eagle souped up with a pair of Tizona del Cids, a Lancer missile launcher, and to my surprise, three purple weapons, the same as mine. He and his two wingmen, Furyan and Nightshade, held weapons that I had never seen before - each sported twin "Cerberus" weapons, a further pair of purple weapons, a Tizona del Cid each and a Lancer missile, as well as a Rapier turret on top of their Sabres.

I was amazed by their skill, precision and teamwork, and even the usually jerky Sabres moved as swiftly and gracefully as any Drake.

Gyroscope told me to focus on the gunboats, and told Amelia and Pedro to take out the fighters. I bore down on the left gunboat and shot off one of its thick cold-steel wings. The strange weapon split in half but I tractored in the remains anyway, to study them later and possibly produce some more of the strange weapons.

As I destroyed the second gunboat I heard cheers over the radio chatter, as the battleship combusted and exploded. To my surprise, the remaining fighters retreated. What was strange, though, was their trajectory - right into the sun.

Amelia, Pedro and I followed the mercenaries to Trafalgar base, where we refreshed ourselves and aquainted.

Pedro was the first I saw. He was wearing his normal black leather sleeveless jacket and long beige trousers, over the top of the normal Corsair pilot long-sleeved gravsuit. He wore one fingerless silver leather glove on his right hand, to cover the mechanical workings of his mecha arm. He carried a dark multicoloured helmet. His wild black hair and green eyes were not what one would expect from a Corsair, and his olive skin was not hereditary, instead it was from countless hours in space with a bad UV filter. He was almost exactly two years my senior, turning eighteen three days before I did sixteen.

Nineteen-year-old Amelia followed him from the drab, cardamine-stenched bar. She too wore the Corsair long sleeved gravsuit (the female version) and her golden hair reached past her shoulders - normally tied back and underneath her helmet which bore a striking resemblence to Pedro's. Being his sister, it was not surprising that the natural colour of that hair was indeed dark and her eyes were green - however her skin's olive hue was from her heritage. Over her uniform she wore a very short-sleeved denim jacket and khaki trousers.

Pedro held his photos up for us all to see before entering the bar to meet the three mercenaries.

Gyroscope hailed us from a far table. Three bottles of ale sat on the table with six mugs. I chuckled to myself, sat down and studied the mercenaries.

I soon saw why Furyan and Nightshade used the same ships and weapons - they were perfect twins. Each had navy-blue hair (dyed of course), silver eyes and coccasian appearance. They wore silver long-sleeved jackets with black undershirts - I teased the thought of their homosexuality for a second, and long brown trousers. Their scars were the only things that told them apart - I knew who was who as soon as I saw 'Furyan' tattooed across the left-hand twin's wrist.

Gyroscope was the odd one out. He did not have a long-sleeved attire - in fact, he was wearing a singlet and blue jeans - despite the fact that it was probably -10° Centigrade in the bar area.

We explained the situation to him and showed him the pictures of the strange craft. He told us that he had a whole stash of weapons like the ones we found inside the purple fighters as well as some more 'Cerberus' weapons. He also, generously, gave us ten million credits each - "You Corsairs have given us three over a billion credits in total - Ten million's nothing, and you guys are broke," was his excuse. He offered to escort us to Planet New London the next day.

He offered us ale. I told him I was a minor, but he said there wasn't very much alcohol. We shared a much-needed laugh. Twelve bottles of ale later, the only one not drunk was me - and I'd had at least six mugs. Gyroscope commented that I was a "heavyweight".

What really ticked me was what happened to the Junker who winked and blew a kiss at Amelia half-way through the spree. She was not quite inebriated but I hazarded a guess that she was well on the way.

I'll not go into detail, but let's just say that Amelia was an expert martial artist and the Junker was a beaten-up, cardamine-addicted, second-class drunken idiot. He'd probably wake up in a coffin because some bright-spark would think he's dead.

The next morning, violent hangovers took place of drunkenness. It was not until late afternoon that we eventually lifted off from Trafalgar and headed to New London.

We were met when we landed by three officials who directed us to the Royal Palace. Hardly an ancient pre-AS palace, this was a high-tech skyscraper which dominated the skyline - the top five floors reached into the atmosphere.

The six of us met with Queen Carina where we outlined what we saw and the possibility of spreading. Gyroscope had some pretty incredible information as well - like the fact that there were two varieties of the salvaged weapons, that they leave trace radiation which eats away at hull even in the event of the weapons missing their target and the fact that there are many types of ship, such as the standard Fighters, the sleeker Interceptors, Gunboats and Battleships, and several other points.

After the meeting, we returned to our ships where Gyroscope outfitted us with the latest equipment - Cerberus, some more strange purple weapons and Tizona del Cids each.

He also told us a contact was due to arrive in Trafalgar that night - one we would want to meet.

He said that all he knew was his name - Casper Orillion.

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[((UCoS))-Ghost_Ship]

awesome dude keep them coming

[((UCoS))tdf-BlackHawk]

:DPEDRO MY RAW NAME WTF LOL i saw pedro am i in this lol ROFL must read is this about us in teh raw server or.......

[((UCoS))tdf-BlackHawk]

dude great stuff

My name on Raw Outcast-Pedro_Alavarez just weird lol to see me name over there just wanted to know if it was just a 1 in a 1000000 chance my name was used hehe

[}{Serpents}{5leafClover]

No, sorry, it's not. Hehe.

[((UCoS))tdf-BlackHawk]

lol what are the chances

[<[Atreides]>Space Cowboy]

Well from the look of it your chances were pretty good

[LARRIKIN]

omg.. lol i remember once i join uss on raw then came and pwned you then got myself banned for killing cadits! i think my name was godspeed!!!

[((UCoS))tdf-BlackHawk]

how long we talking Here lol i and never got pwned on raw or tryed not to after i lost 2 i would leave the server lol makes a bad rep butt maybe if i was a newb that was years ago lol

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Entry Three: Bretonia, Pt 2
25/10/805
Location: Planet Leeds, Leeds

Casper Orillion met us in the bar. He was a tall man, black, and had a strange accent - a mix of Libertarian and Hispanian, even a touch of Bretonian. He wore a full-body black suit and was completely bald. He eminated strength and power. He looked about late-twenties to mid-thirties.

He called to us from the bar counter. He was supping some sort of beverage and had a cigarette, within which was the rare drug, Tobacco, which grew only in small underground fields on a planet in Omega-11. As far as I know it was common on Planet Earth before it was destroyed nearly eight hundred and twenty years ago.

He gave a greeting and, after buying two bottles of ale, found us a seat in the dark eastern corner of the bar. The eight of us, including who I assumed was a bodyguard of Orillion's, sat around the small booth. He poured us each a mug of ale, leaving the second two-litre bottle unopened.

I decided to record the entire conversation, because I thought it would be extremely important.

Casper opened the discussion. "I hear you and your two friends were attacked earlier by some Bretonian troops, correct?"

Pedro placed some photos on the table and responded. "Yes, we were. I had a space camera mounted on my ship from when we were in Gamma."

I continued. "The gunboats had strange, purple weapons which were tremendously powerful. I have one of them in my hold, but it's broken," I paused. Orillion gave a curious nod, then bowed his head slightly and furrowed his brow in concentration and thought. "Gyroscope told us you had information."

If any words are to be etched into my mind for as long as I live, it is almost certainly these that Orillion spoke.

"We... are under attack from an alien race."

That hit me like a slap in the face. Aliens?

"We do not know their real name, but we call them Nomads due to their behaviour."

"Behaviour?" Furyan broke the silence.

"Yes... They are parasites. They can... possess humans." He found the word, 'possess', hard to get out for some reason.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

"Allow me to introduce my associate, Herr Von Claussen. He has some information I think will startle us all."

Von Claussen nodded. "I used to be a Rheinland politician and military officer, but I was forced out of my position..."

He trailed off. "All of you have heard of the Rheinland expedition to Omicron Theta, yes?"

The seven of us nodded and Von Claussen continued.

"They didn't just find artefacts. They found the Nomads."

More nods.

"These Rheinlanders were all possessed by these Nomads. One of which was my brother Freiderick. As my mother, who is a senior Military officer, and I welcomed him home from the expedition he told us he had to say something in private.

"He led me to a remote area of town and locked all three of us in a small room. He knocked my mother out and attempted to do the same to me. He delivered a crippling blow to my head, but I retained consciousness. He did not realise this and turned to my mother... and said these exact words...

"'Stay still... You will not feel anything.'

"A strange purple glow came from his eyes and some blue snake-like thing emerged from his throat. The end of this snake-thing split into four, each of them entering my mother's mouth and stretching it open. They stiffened, and the snake began to pulse slowly. It gained speed and I noticed small purple egg-like things coming from it." Von Claussen stopped, and winced.

"He stopped after a few seconds and the snake thing re-entered his mouth. He placed both his hands on my mother's shoulders, each of them glowing wildly. My mother's body spasmed several times and then relaxed... he turned to me then, and noticed I was awake. That was when I drew my blaster and shot him five times - twice in the chest and three times in the crown. He keeled over violently, and a strange purple thing leaped out of his throat at me. I shot it several times. I realised what had happened to my mother - she had been infested with one of these strange beings. I shot her, too, and burned the body. The Rheinland Police didn't take long to discover the body of my brother and the remains of my mother - most disturbing of all, the purple thing, which I later learned was a 'nomad', had disappeared."

No-one at the table wasn't bedazzled, except for Von Claussen himself.

"My friends, we need your help. These 'nomads' are infiltrating the colonies. Rheinland is the worst effected, and Liberty is set in its sights. A Rheinland Admiral, Schultzky, will be having a conference with President Barbara Jacobi of Libery, and his cruiser is going to be arriving in Liberty in a matter of days - it has already been deployed. We can't let Liberty become infested with these creatures... we just can't."

Orillion shook his head.

"That will not work, unfortunately. We have received word that the cruiser will be under the guard of ten Rheinland Valkyries. The Order doesn't have enough free officers to take down those fighters."

"The Order?" I asked.

"Yes... We have started an organisation to defeat these Nomads. The--"

A man rushed into the bar and, after a slight glance around he noticed Orillion and ran to us.

"Yes, Jorge, what is it?"

I turned to the man. Most of his face was covered by bandages, so I couldn't make im out.

"There's been an attack on Freeport 7 in Sigma-17. Four strange, purple ships appeared from nowhere and blew it up! There were survivors, but --" He trailed off, and looked at the three of us. "Pedro? Wade? Amelia? How the hell did you get here?"

It was the Jorge that we knew after all.

"I thought you died," Amelia spoke.

"I nearly did, but Orillion here found me stranded and helped me back to his battleship, the Osiris. The radiation's made sure I'll probably not fly again, but I'm in the tactical department."

"Jorge, sit down," Orillion said. "As I was saying, we--"

An alarm blared in the bar. All nine of us rushed to the window, and saw a full squadron of twelve Rheinland Valkyries.

"Oh, sh*t," I said.

All nine of us, accompanied by some Corsairs and Mollys from the bar, rushed out. The Corsairs were, surprisingly, in Centurions, and the Mollys were in Wolfhounds. Orillion and Jorge entered a rather strange, three-winged ship and lifted off - Von Claussen was flying a Valkyrie. We lifted off just as the first torpedoes hit the base and destroyed the docking bay beside the one we left from.

I opened fire on the nearest of the Rheinlanders, quickly crippling its shields and then finishing it with my loveable Nomad weapons. Orillion was taking out fighters like there was no tomorrow. His ship was equipped with four Nomad weapons, two Tizona del Cids (Where the hell did he get them from?) and a Skyblast turret. Four Rheinlanders had already fallen to his ship's guns and a fifth was at death's door.

The other Corsairs and Mollys were also scoring. They had only lost two Molly ships, both of which had ejected escape pods, while taking out a further four.

With two ships left, the Rheinlanders looked in dire straights. However, they simply vanished into thin air. My scanners didn't pick them up either.

The eight of us engaged cruise and flew through New London without further hassle. We entered Leeds and docked on the planet.

I've got a funny feeling this little conflict has a lot more to it than is being made out to us.

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Entry Four: Escaping Bretonia
1/11/805
Location: Holman Outpost, Tau-31.

These Rheinlanders are starting to get to me. They really are.

I was doing a mission for some quick cash down to Cambridge. Amelia was with me and Pedro was doing his own missions back in Leeds.

A mission came up for Omega-3. Some Brets had been blasted to bits by some Mollys and we were supposed to go mop them up. A nice easy 30,000 was pretty much in our hands.

We took the Mollys fine and got 30k for our troubles, and on our way back to Cambridge via the jump hole, we stumbled upon an outpost in the ice nebula. We saw a bunch of Rheinlander Valkyries and two Gunboats tear the outpost apart while three ships undocked by the skins of their teeth. The most unlikely combination - a Legionnaire, a Clydesdale and a prototype Defender. The Legionnaire fought insanely well, the Clydesdale fighting like it was a Drake. The pilot of the Defender was the most refined of the three. They actually defeated most of the Rheinlanders, before taking off into the cloud.

The Rheinlanders began to give chase but obviously noticed us. The remaining gunboat and several fighters turned on us and started firing. The gunboat ended up dying quickly. Amelia took out three fighters while I was on the gunboat, and we joined forces to take the other four.

We headed to the Cambridge jump hole, and, after jumping through, noticed the three stooges flying straight past us with two Rheinlanders. Had they been captured? Amelia and I tuned into the radio channel.

The Legionnaire was piloted by someone called Edison Trent, the Defender by a LSF officer, Jun'ko Zane and the Clydesdale by Kendra Sinclair, as told by their infocards.

The conversation was a strange one. The Rheinlanders were supposedly defects, and they spoke of the hidden Leeds - Cambridge jump hole. They also said the Rheinlanders were blockading the system.

We flew 10k behind them before they stopped, still slightly inside the field. A battleship was visible in the distance.

"Hand over the artefact!" was all I heard, for the rest was staticky. The artefact?

The two Rheinland ships with the three stooges became invisible for a short time. They reappeared near the battleship and fired Sunslayer torpedoes at it. Where the hell did they get Sunslayers from? I thought.

We followed the five of them through the jump hole, only to see the two Rheinlanders come straight back through the jump hole.

I did not hail them, I simply followed the three stooges through the jump hole.

To my surprise, Pedro was on the other side. He told me something had happened and they needed to flee Bretonia at once. Orillion and Gyroscope had already taken everyone to Cali Base in Tau-23, and we were to follow suit.

The trip to Tau-31 was much easier said than done. We were ambushed three times by Rheinlanders - once at Leeds, once at Stokes and once at the Tau-31 gate. Every time, we killed one Rheinlander of five, they disappeared, and then reappeared one trade lane up.

When we got to Tau-31, we were ambushed by two Cruisers, a Battleship and five Gunboats - as well as several dozen fighters.

I almost turned around and went the other way - and I would have, were one of those Cruisers not blocking the gate.

Gyroscope and his buddies saved us again, though. The three of them appeared from the Holman trade lane and took out the Battleship with one volley of missiles and some well-placed gunning.

It was surprisingly easy once the Battleship was destroyed. The Gunboats were dispatched with a few blasts from my Nomad weapons and the fighters fell to some Tizona del Cid blasts to the shields and some more Nomad blasts.

It was then that I saw Pedro. There were ten fighters on him, and even his Titan couldn't take much more. His shields were down, and his hull was dead. A Lancer missile finished off his ship.

No escape pod launched.

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