|Stories from beyond|
|Sep. 2002 by BobBigMac|
Episode 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
|A View From Inside The Cockpit - Episode 1|
Tarkath sat in the cockpit of his interceptor, frantically avoiding the gun lines of the War Frigate to port. The panels flashing and beeping, 'Incoming enemy interceptors' announced the computer. Tarkath froze, 'what do i do?' he thought, panic was setting in, his heart was beating faster and faster by the second, his ship was rapidly descending into the thin atmosphere of one of the roids below. 'what do i do?' he this time shouted aloud. Falling back into his chair, his propulsion systems were down, he was rapidly losing hope of survival and started to think of his family, at home on the plains. Waiting, wondering whether he would first be destroyed by the Frigate or the impact.
All of a sudden, a voice came over the radio, it was hurried and crackly, but comprehensible, 'Tarkath, whats your bearing? your velocity? Tarkath?'. He suddlenly sat forward in his seat, the restraints had broken earlier. It was Jekrell, his wingman, and good friend, he had to read the panels, then replied, 'I'm on bearing 32mark7', heading for the roid. Suddenly he saw Jekrell's ship in his wing mirror, he had narrowly escaped one of the Dreads close to the planet, but was still functional, for the most part. 'Tark, good to see your still alive. I'm going to give you a nudge, I just hope the hull is going to hold together'. His entire ship jolted around him, and he could just see the horizon of the roid below, he was still falling. 'You're gonna have to ride the atmosphere and land on the roid, i'll follow you down friend. I'm losing comm sys...'. Tarkath's radio suddenly fell silent, and his friend dissapeared from view behind his own heavily damaged ship. He was falling toward the roid, but knew that with this approach he could hopefully drop the gear and find a spot to land, 'surely being behind enemy lines has to be better than being dead' he thought.
He knew the enemy ships would let him down, they can always use more hostages in their war effort, and any ship that can still be repaired is of use if they can find it. As he approached the surface he took a glance in the wing mirror and saw so many of his own ships left floating in the empty space, his colleages, his friends, just out there. 'How many will I ever see again' he said quietly 'if i ever see anyone again that is'. At that moment his gear hit the rocky surface below, and his ship became no more than a dart of steel jumping across the terrain, he closed his eyes, hoped for the best, and the world just slowly faded away to black.
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|A View From Below - Episode 2|
'We've picked up a pilot from the invading force, on roid-212 sir' announced
the voice coming over the internal comm-sys of the salvage vessel. Endrin
pondered the next move for a moment or two, 'Take him to a holding cell
liutenant, i'll get to him later' he replied. Endrin strolled down the
corridor to the command station, through the window he could see the
floating debris from the battle, hundreds of tonnes of metal and thousands
of corpses were drifting through the abyss, from this vantage almost the
entire planet could be seen, with its few remaining asteroids in orbit,
covered with fallout from the fight. 'This is going to be a major cleanup
job' he murmured to himself.
'Captain on the bridge' announced the young officer at the helm as Endrin entered the room. 'Report please Mr. Driani'. His second in command rose from his seat and spoke in his usual gruff and ordered tone 'sir, we've lost 32 thousand smaller vessels, 500 or so frigates and jettisoned sections of the new Dreads have been spotted drifting nearby. The enemy lost a similar number of vessels before leaving, and took 74% of our roids with them. All salvage crews are ready to depart'. 'Whats our estimated time to complete the job ?' requested Endrin, 'well sir, if we can avoid too many collisions we can have all the material ready for use by the next tick'. Endrin smiled, his first officer always was efficient, Endrin flicked on the shipwide comms 'We have suffered great losses today, but with this crew i'm sure we'll have a perfect cleanup. Very well, get to work boys.' He ordered to the entire station. He flicked the switch to off, gave a swift nod to his officers, and departed to head for the cells on the lower decks.
Tarkath awoke gently, his entire world was still dark, but as he concentrated on what was around him he could make out the basics of where he was, he felt cold and battered, like he had just fought 12 rounds with a Retallion Gorilla. He was lying on a solid bench in small dark room. The air around him was not pleasant and if he had been able to move he probably would have wrenched as the smell and taste of oil and dirt hit his senses. 'Where am I?' he whispered to himself, not like he expected an answer, but at least he knew he was able to speak. 'Jekrell' he suddenly shouted out, he shouted again, this time with more urgency, 'he was going to follow me down' he thought to himself, i hope he's ok. His vision seemed to clear a little more, and he realised he was not on the surface, and he was not in his ship. He could feel the distant drumming of a large engine through the surface he was lying on. 'Where am I?' he said a little louder, still not expecting a response, but this time he got one, it wasn't a response he wanted to hear, and the voice was certainly not one of his friends 'You don't need to worry about where you are, you should be more worried about what my men will do to you if I'm not satisfied with what you tell me'. Tarkath did not feel like this was somewhere he wanted to be, and once again drifted away to unconsciousness.
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|The Dark Depths - Episode 3|
Tarkath awoke, abruptly this time, his face was stinging, he could tell he
hadn't been woken gently. The room was still dark and he couldn't see
anything around him, his vision was coming back to him, but slowly. Suddenly
his head wrenched backwards as somebody struck his face, 'Wake Up' came the
voice. He could feel the blood starting to run from the corner of his eye
and his entire upper body felt numb, he'd obviously been unconscious for some
time. As the dirt around him suddenly entered his bleeding and swollen eye,
the pain hit him like a thousand pins in his temple. he desperately shouted
'Stop. Stop. I'm awake. Stop'. The toughened voice replied 'Finally, I was
just starting to get bored of this'.
A light came on overhead, it didn't help Tarkath to see anything around him, but he knew what was there, and from what little feeling he had left in his body he knew he'd better listen to what it said. 'Well mister! What the hell were you doing here?'. Tarkath was just a pilot, he'd never had any formal training for anything like this, he felt like breaking down and crying but he'd learned enough from the pros in the core that wasn't gonna get him anywhere. 'I don't know. I don't know, This is where I was told to come. Where am I? Please?' came his desperate plea. He could feel the blood dripping down his face, the oil on his skin felt like it was eating into him, the pain was making it difficult to speak but he managed more 'Who are you? Please, don't hurt me, I don't know anything. Please'. He sat waiting, listening, cringing, expecting another hit. 'I'm one of the guys who has thousands of friends left floating out there mister.' At this point the strangers voice sounded almost sad, but that was to be expected 'Please, i was only doing what i was told to do' said Tarkath, his voice shivering from the mixture of pain and fear. 'And you are?' inquired the voice. 'Interceptor Pilot 3147, Tarkath Aloirun, i was only ordered into the core three weeks ago', in desperation he added 'Please don't hurt me.' Through his right eye he could see the shape of a man in front of him now, he was big and broad. He could smell the man, a mixture of dirt and metal. The voice replied 'hmmm, I think we can keep you here for now, expect me to be speaking to you again, and make sure you wake up faster next time'. A sense of relief came over Tarkath like he had never felt, he certainly didn't relax, but he could tell from the man's voice that there was good in him somewhere.
He heard heavy footsteps walking away, the clang on the metal deck with the echo that can be heard in any large ship. A voice came back down the corridor 'Crewman, get that prisoner cleaned up, i want that bleeding stopped.' At hearing this Tarkath relaxed a little. The pain in his eye was terrible, but he could tell he would suffer no more for now. A stronger light came on above, he could now see some of where he was, it certainly didn't look bright, and it definetly wasn't going to lift his spirits. He bowed his head as a ragged crewman entered his cell with clean water and a cloth. 'What now?' he whispered quietly to himself...
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|Learning Curve - Episode 4|
Tarkath froze for a moment, gripping the aged steel handle, he just didn't
want to go into that room. The fear had seized him and he felt frozen on the
spot like an icicle. "Get in there!" ordered Endrin in his powerful and
authoritarian voice. He pushed down on dirty tarnished rod, and slowly
pushed the door open on its hinges. The smell of decomposition hit him like
a club as he entered the morgue, the sight before him was terrible the bodies
were just piled on top of each other in the dirty and dark room, the smell
was eating away at him, it seemed to stop him breathing for a minute or two,
and Tarkath just froze. Endrin looked into his eyes, and saw it affect him
like nothing else can. Endrin knew, he remembered the first time he had seen
a dead, rotting body. Its like a dagger to the chest, eating away at you, and
instantly throwing your own life into such doubt.
It had been 12 ticks since the fight, and now the dead had all been recovered from space, or at least what was left of them. The remains of the ships had been recovered and recycled easily, and were now stored in the resource bays ready for use, but recovering the soldiers, pilots, and other crewman had been a long process. They were here now in the small morgue, chilled, but with this many bodies it was impossible to stop the decay. Tarkath stared at the piles, one after another, he couldn't even try to count them without fear and guilt overwhelming him. There were rivers of liquids and blood all over the floor, just draining away through the grate in the center of the room, browns and reds and blacks just trailing across the tiles and drip drip dripping away. All of a sudden as he looked around the room, he noticed a large skip full of pieces of people, as the horror of the situation overtook him he could see, floating atop the pile was a large hand, severed at the wrist. He walked apprehensivly upto the skip and stared at the hand, as he looked through the blood he noticed a watch, he focused on it, and he could see that the time was still counting. 'All this yet we still go on...', He paused and turned to Endrin, stared directly into his eyes, right down to the depths of his soul and spoke quietly 'This shouldn't be happening, its just wrong, wrong'. Tarkath lowered his head, turned and walked away, across the blood stained floor and out back into the corridor.
Endrin started after him 'Hey kid, this is war, this stuff happens, its not pretty but you needed to see that'. 'Nobody needs to see that...' replied Tarkath 'Nobody'. 'Well kid, if only we could convince everybody of that, come on, you're coming with me, we've got something important that needs doing.' They both started down the corridor, back into the dark maze of halls they were now so used to wandering through during their day.
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|Descendance - Episode 5|
The salvage vessel slowly lowered into the atmosphere, with the landing
thrusters firing there was the most incredible noise Tarkath had ever heard,
and his entire body was shaking violently, as he sat staring out of the
window at the planet below, he couldn't help notice how beautiful it
looked, like a big green emerald shining in the darkness of space. Obviously
he had seen it before, during the battle, and since then through the
windows of his captors ship, but not from this close, it seemed almost
unreal. As they lowered closer to the planet he could see the continents
covered with bright green vegetation, seperated by vast oceans of sand.
The ship's shaking made it almost impossible to focus properly on the
ground below, everything was blurring together, with all the colours
mixing and blending to create a beautiful shining green like he had never
seen back on his home planet.
His thoughts drifted to his homeworld, the expanses of plains and sparse grasslands that he had been so used to as a child. At that he was suddenly very worried about his family, and wondered if they knew he was alive. 'Its more likely they've given me up for dead' he thought. He had not been allowed to contact them since he was captured, but not counting the incident in the holding cell he had been treated well and had even become quite close friends with Endrin, who had taught him a lot about the fruitlessness of this war that was going on. Endrin still maintained his authority and seemed just as mysterious and powerful as the day he had woken him in the cell, but he could see Endrin's human side, and had come to trust in him and in his judgement. Tarkath could see why he was so well respected among the men he commanded.
As the ship got closer to the surface, a large desert area between two small continents, the shaking eased, and he could see a large tower directly below reaching into the sky. The thrusters seemed to become quieter and quieter as they reduced their force on the air. The ship sank slowly and the tower could be seen clearly, thousands of windows all the way down and round the construct. Tarkath looked closely at the upper levels, people bustling around behind the small windows carrying on with their work, ferry resources and other supplies to and fro. As the ship got even closer to the ground he could see all kinds of ships, silent in the parking bays behind giant windows and doors. All of a suddent the most incredible bang shuddered through the entire ship and then ceased, Tarkath's chair almost shook itself from it's fixings but everything settled and all became silent, the engines had stopped, the vibrations slowly disapeared and everything was still. The ship had landed. This was Base.
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|Allocation - Episode 6|
'You're going to be our guest here for a while Mr. Aloirun' said Administrator
Krell. 'I take it by that I am not being returned home?' asked Tarkath
in reply. 'You've missed a few developments while you've been in orbit,
we're not exactly on good terms with your government, they won't speak
to us, and any ships we've sent carrying you guys home have been destroyed.
You're people are just too suspicious that we will launch a counter attack.'
Tarkath stood for a second or two in thought then spoke 'Endrin has told
me about your society, it sounds like a nice place to visit, but to be
honest i'd like to be returned to my family Sir'. 'Thats understandable
but...' Krell paused a moment 'there is little we can do young man, we
will continue to attempt making contact with your people, as soon as
we do you, and the others that were rescued after the fight will be informed.'
Krell paused again, he seemed somewhat apprehensive to speak, he did
so 'I shouldn't really do this, but since you and Mr. Endrin have become
friends i will place you near his Quarters, your fellow people will have
quarters below among our civilian population.' Tarkath pondered this
offer for a moment and then replied 'Well, i thank you for your hospitality
Adminstrator, please will you let me know of any progress?'. 'Of course
I will Tarkath, there is no need to be concerned, you have nothing to
worry about. The cadet will show you to your accomodation and brief you
on the facility's guidelines'. Tarkath gave a nod of respect and turned
to face the cadet that had stepped forward to his side. 'Cadet, 275th
floor for Mr. Aloirun, next to Mr. Endrin's quarters'. The cadet nodded
at the Adminstrator 'yes sir' she added.
At that, Krell turned and walked down the corridor. Tarkath stood for a moment to look around. This facility was very different to the vessel he had been on, the environment was spotlessley clean and ordered, almost like an Upper-Class hospital on his home world, but there was an air of warmth and comfort around, everybody else in the area was relaxed and chatting among themseleves, to Tarkath this looked nothing like a military base, it was more like the pictures he had seen once of a country club, pictures which had been taken long before the resources had started dissipating on his homeworld. It felt nice to be in a relaxed atmosphere like this. Tarkath took a deep breath, exhaled, and relaxed.
'Sir, are you ok?' asked the cadet. Tarkath suddenly realised he had been lost in his thoughts, 'Oh yes, of course, my apologies cadet'. 'No problem sir, shall we go?' she asked. 'Yes, of course' replied Tarkath. 'Just follow me sir, its not that far'. Tarkath thought to himself how soft the cadet's voice seemed as she turned to lead him to his quarters. He turned and stepped to her side, as they left the room he turned his head to the pretty young cadet and asked 'So, what can you tell me about this place then? It looks like i'll be here a while'.
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|Unexpected Meetings - Episode 7|
It had been at least three or four weeks since Tarkath arrived at Base,
it was a big place, always lots going on, but somehow it was peaceful,
it was beginning to seem like home to him. As he stood at his usual
window in one of the east corridors, staring at the loading platforms
like he had become accustomed to doing around this time everyday, he
was thinking of the pretty young cadet. After she had escorted him to
his room and shown him the ropes, the general emergency call-up protocols
and such, she had seemed to disappear from the base, but about a week ago
she had spotted him eating in the upper-mess-hall late in the evening and
they spoke for a few moments. 'I know i should have asked for her name'
he thought to himself 'or even her comm number' he paused in his thoughts,
then looked down and said under his breath 'yeah, next time i'll ask for
her number' as he smiled to himself at his own quiet detirmination.
Suddenly a voice came from close behind him, with a hint of playfulness it said 'And who's number might that be then?', He turned already knowing who's voice that was and he was right, she was stood there with a beautiful smile on her face, knowing she had just caught Tarkath talking to himself. There was a glint in her eye as he raised his head to meet her eye-to-eye, 'H-H-Hello again' he said, trying not to sound surprised or nervous, he failed but to Tarkaths surprise she was still there, and was now smiling that little bit more. In her sweet ringing voice she said, or she sang as Tarkath heard it 'I was just on my way to upper-mess, saw you here and I thought you might like to join me for some supper?'. Tarkath stood stunned for a moment then through the surprise at his good fortune, then quite enthusiastically replied 'Sh-Sure, that would be' he paused a moment, searching his vocabulary for a suitable adjective that didn't sound too enthusiastic 'nice, yes, that would be nice' he then smiled back, not only at her but also at his own success at not saying something stupid yet. He stepped to her side like he had done a month ago and felt instantly at ease again. 'I havent seen you in a while, Mr. Aloirun wasn't it?'. 'Please, call me Tarka' he replied politely 'all my friends do.' Then looked into her eyes as she smiled and said 'ok Tarka, shall we go'. At that they started down the corridor.
The sun was setting and the desert outside had taken on a greenish red hint, the large windows were creating a glow inside the dinner hall, the couple had been talking for the last hour or so, both had enjoyed a tasty snack and a small drink and were now getting to know a little about each other. Tarkath felt so comfortable with her, and she hadn't stopped smiling for a moment. They sat back and looked out of the window. 'It's beautiful out here at night' said Tarkath, 'oh, you should see it from the green-land, it's incredible' she replied. A few more minutes passed when all of a sudden Endrin came in to the room. He sounded quite rushed, but his usual commanding self 'Tarkath,' he saw the young woman with him and paused a moment and gave a small smile to himself at how well Tarkath was being accepted here. 'excuse me interrupting but I have to talk to you about something important, I'll wait just outside'. Tarkath replied 'i'll be with you in just a moment'. As Endrin left Tarkath turned to the cadet and quite sadly said 'sorry, but i have to go, maybe we can get together again sometime?'. 'I'm sure that can be arranged' she said, and smiled at him again, then added 'i'll look forward to it'. With that Tarkath said goodbye, smiled, and walked out of the door to meet Endrin. As he left he thought to himself 'darn, i forgot to get her number,' then realised 'or even her name.' he paused 'well i guess there's next time' and as he turned to speak to Endrin he smiled to himself.
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|Sep. 2002 by BobBigMac|