Last Flight Of The Bast
TheDestroyer
Tooobah Join Date: 2003-07-12 Member: 18123Members, Constellation
Tooobah Join Date: 2003-07-12 Member: 18123Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">Fun English Project...</div> Well, I get to write an epic about any topic line I want, so what better thing to do than write a NS one!
Figured I'd do something explaining some unknown things about Bast, like what is it for, why its infested, what the Command Deck message means (hit "use" when on the chair facing the windows outside...).
And a note, I modified (at least I think I did...) some things about stuff. Hey, my story, I get to do what I want to it! :-P
Well, enjoy Part One!
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Last Flight of The Bast
NS Fanfic
Part One : TSA Takeover
The reverse boosters of the landing ship fired. A loud rumble would have deafened ears of its passangers, but space and its emptyness prevented any noise. The ships momentum slowed down drasticly, but not enough. The landing ship hit the huge mining ship, causing its passangers to shake some. Lock-on grapplers connected to ports on the miner ship, and sent an emergency take-over message in nano-seconds. The docking bay doors began opening...
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Carlos Rodrigez had checked his ammunition backups.
"Two pistol and five Light Machine," he thought to himself. That should be plenty of ammo until base was setup on the ship. He grabbed his knike and slid it in the sleeve of his armor. In this game, ammo can run out quick, so melee is a must. Rodrigez trusted his knife, and knew how to use it. During some of his adolesence, he had grown up in the "gettos" of Houston, as they were called. Self defence there was crucial, and a knife was his best friend in those days.
The squad leader stood up and walked to the front of the airlock.
"Men, we are here to eliminate a threat on one of our mining ships. Many of you heard of the Freya IV mining colony, and how it started all of this mess.(*1) This ship is the last ship to leave before contact was lost the first time. In its day, this ship was the best of its kind, with on-ship ore refinery and state-of-the-art geological equipment. Well, the TSA found this ship three days ago, and is wanting it back, if possible. It seems that is is still of value to us, and will become helpful when this whole alien situation is elimiated. We are about to board one of the most expensive and important ships ever designed. Boys, welcome to the U.C.C. Bast."
And with that, the squad leader hit the airlock switch, opening the door for the landing crew. Every Fronteersman, or more commonly know as Marine, piled out of the airlock. The were timed. They were given no more that five minutes to set up an Infantry Portal, Armory, and a secured perimiter. If unable to, they would be left behind, to try and live long enough to find their way out. It was more common to have the Marines commit suicide than try and excape. In all of the TSA's history, there had never been a know excape from an infested target zone...
*1 NOTE: See ns_origin.txt in the maps directory for more detail.
Three guys wheeled out the mobile command station, or Command Chair, and put it in the dock control area. The squad leader sat in and turned it on.
"BEEP....................Command Station Online.......Soliders Standing By..."
The squad leader went straight to work. He begin ordering Marines to stand at different areas in the docking bay. Marines with the same waypoint gathered in a circle, turned on their Phase-Lock-On Lasers, and waited. When the phase gate on the landing ship aquired the coordinates, an Infantry Portal, Armory, and Turret Factory were instantly beamed to their assigned locations. Instantly, the Marines used their Nano-Welders to assemble parts of the equipment and activate them. The I.P. was completed first. Flashes of light filled the room as Marine after Marine "phased" into the base. Then the Armory and T.F. were finished. Half of the Marines went to the Armory and gathered some more ammo while the others assembled newly phased turrets and a sub-space observatory.
"Three minutes and twenty-three seconds. New takeover record," thought the squad leader. He was sure that he and his takeover squad would get metals and commendment for this new achievement, if they could survive this...
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Marines had stopped phasing through the I.P. and gathering additional ammo. There were twenty Marines now on the Bast. The landing ship released itself from the mining ship and moved a save distance from it. From here, they could still stay in contact, and perform a quick extraction, if nessisary.
The Marines filled their spare packs with ammo and were set. They were divided into five teams of four Marines. One team was assigned to take over Resourse Nodules, or Res Nodes, for faster nano-bot gathering. This was crucial for more and better ammunition replication, armor enhancing, and weapon replication. Res Nodes are what make a Marine Takeover successful in the end.
Three other teams were assigned to check highly moistured area for hives. Moisture is what attracts the bacterium which the Kharaa evolved from, scientists learned. From there, the moisture triggers evolution, thus the Kharaa are born. On the Bast, it was figured that hives might have developed in either the Feedwater Control, Refinery, or Engine Room. Armed with shotguns and welders, the teams went their seperate ways to search for these potential hive areas.
The last team was the base guard team, commonly refered to the "base ****." Rodrigez was part of this team. He went in a far corner, where he could see the airlock to the inside of Bast and a cargo lift to Processing. It was the ideal camping spot for him. Now he would just sit and wait. If the Kharaa were as smart as it seemed, he thought, then soon, small, dog-sized aliens, or Skulks as the scientists called them, would begin to scout out the base. First would come the parasiting of the guards, then a rush of Skulks, and flying ones, called Lerks. With a barage of spikes and spores, plus the Skulk rush, the guards would have a hard time on their hands. The squad leader, now the commander of the Takeover, knew this. He dropped more turrets around the docking bay and activated the electrical defence mechanism on the T.F. so that the turrets would be insured to have power longer. Now was the time to wait...
Figured I'd do something explaining some unknown things about Bast, like what is it for, why its infested, what the Command Deck message means (hit "use" when on the chair facing the windows outside...).
And a note, I modified (at least I think I did...) some things about stuff. Hey, my story, I get to do what I want to it! :-P
Well, enjoy Part One!
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Last Flight of The Bast
NS Fanfic
Part One : TSA Takeover
The reverse boosters of the landing ship fired. A loud rumble would have deafened ears of its passangers, but space and its emptyness prevented any noise. The ships momentum slowed down drasticly, but not enough. The landing ship hit the huge mining ship, causing its passangers to shake some. Lock-on grapplers connected to ports on the miner ship, and sent an emergency take-over message in nano-seconds. The docking bay doors began opening...
----------------------------
Carlos Rodrigez had checked his ammunition backups.
"Two pistol and five Light Machine," he thought to himself. That should be plenty of ammo until base was setup on the ship. He grabbed his knike and slid it in the sleeve of his armor. In this game, ammo can run out quick, so melee is a must. Rodrigez trusted his knife, and knew how to use it. During some of his adolesence, he had grown up in the "gettos" of Houston, as they were called. Self defence there was crucial, and a knife was his best friend in those days.
The squad leader stood up and walked to the front of the airlock.
"Men, we are here to eliminate a threat on one of our mining ships. Many of you heard of the Freya IV mining colony, and how it started all of this mess.(*1) This ship is the last ship to leave before contact was lost the first time. In its day, this ship was the best of its kind, with on-ship ore refinery and state-of-the-art geological equipment. Well, the TSA found this ship three days ago, and is wanting it back, if possible. It seems that is is still of value to us, and will become helpful when this whole alien situation is elimiated. We are about to board one of the most expensive and important ships ever designed. Boys, welcome to the U.C.C. Bast."
And with that, the squad leader hit the airlock switch, opening the door for the landing crew. Every Fronteersman, or more commonly know as Marine, piled out of the airlock. The were timed. They were given no more that five minutes to set up an Infantry Portal, Armory, and a secured perimiter. If unable to, they would be left behind, to try and live long enough to find their way out. It was more common to have the Marines commit suicide than try and excape. In all of the TSA's history, there had never been a know excape from an infested target zone...
*1 NOTE: See ns_origin.txt in the maps directory for more detail.
Three guys wheeled out the mobile command station, or Command Chair, and put it in the dock control area. The squad leader sat in and turned it on.
"BEEP....................Command Station Online.......Soliders Standing By..."
The squad leader went straight to work. He begin ordering Marines to stand at different areas in the docking bay. Marines with the same waypoint gathered in a circle, turned on their Phase-Lock-On Lasers, and waited. When the phase gate on the landing ship aquired the coordinates, an Infantry Portal, Armory, and Turret Factory were instantly beamed to their assigned locations. Instantly, the Marines used their Nano-Welders to assemble parts of the equipment and activate them. The I.P. was completed first. Flashes of light filled the room as Marine after Marine "phased" into the base. Then the Armory and T.F. were finished. Half of the Marines went to the Armory and gathered some more ammo while the others assembled newly phased turrets and a sub-space observatory.
"Three minutes and twenty-three seconds. New takeover record," thought the squad leader. He was sure that he and his takeover squad would get metals and commendment for this new achievement, if they could survive this...
-----------------------------
Marines had stopped phasing through the I.P. and gathering additional ammo. There were twenty Marines now on the Bast. The landing ship released itself from the mining ship and moved a save distance from it. From here, they could still stay in contact, and perform a quick extraction, if nessisary.
The Marines filled their spare packs with ammo and were set. They were divided into five teams of four Marines. One team was assigned to take over Resourse Nodules, or Res Nodes, for faster nano-bot gathering. This was crucial for more and better ammunition replication, armor enhancing, and weapon replication. Res Nodes are what make a Marine Takeover successful in the end.
Three other teams were assigned to check highly moistured area for hives. Moisture is what attracts the bacterium which the Kharaa evolved from, scientists learned. From there, the moisture triggers evolution, thus the Kharaa are born. On the Bast, it was figured that hives might have developed in either the Feedwater Control, Refinery, or Engine Room. Armed with shotguns and welders, the teams went their seperate ways to search for these potential hive areas.
The last team was the base guard team, commonly refered to the "base ****." Rodrigez was part of this team. He went in a far corner, where he could see the airlock to the inside of Bast and a cargo lift to Processing. It was the ideal camping spot for him. Now he would just sit and wait. If the Kharaa were as smart as it seemed, he thought, then soon, small, dog-sized aliens, or Skulks as the scientists called them, would begin to scout out the base. First would come the parasiting of the guards, then a rush of Skulks, and flying ones, called Lerks. With a barage of spikes and spores, plus the Skulk rush, the guards would have a hard time on their hands. The squad leader, now the commander of the Takeover, knew this. He dropped more turrets around the docking bay and activated the electrical defence mechanism on the T.F. so that the turrets would be insured to have power longer. Now was the time to wait...
Comments
someone needs to return me that half of the brain I lost while doing mindless activities...
Oh, and note that I wrote this at 1am the other day, so don't go griping about spelling and stuff.
*cough* *ozz* *cough*
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->The landing ship hit the huge mining ship, causing its <b>passangers</b> to shake some.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Misspelled passengers...
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->He grabbed his <b>knike</b> and slid it in the sleeve of his armor.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Misspelled knike... uhm... er... knife <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->In this game, ammo can run out quick, so melee is a must. Rodrigez trusted his knife, and knew how to use it.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Uhm... er... eh... yeah, it's for an audience outside of this gaming community, but don't refer to the game within the actual fictional story. It detracts from the atmosphere. Use side notes, etc.
Besides that, good start!
and I havn't refered to the game. I ment game as life is a game, or this war is a game, not the game NS, silly.. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
and I havn't refered to the game. I ment game as life is a game, or this war is a game, not the game NS, silly.. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
I quote you, and I get the color=blue... geez <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
Bleh... the way you said it and described it just misleads...