Fleeting Stars
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mindcracklove*Nervous laughter* Hehehe! I haven't seen you all in like forever.....I got really REALLY lazy and just kind of stopped writing for a bit. It then took a back seat to school and now we're here, like...3 months since I've done a thing. So uh....Here's a thing!
Lt.Mac. I.E. Kurt. A one man boarding party for the scavenger ship, Autumn Runner. One of the finest ships in space. The crew has a scavenge lined up on an old cargo ship. The UKS Wyvern. Scavenging is a dangerous thing in space, but the crew of the Autumn Runner is renowned for never missing a scavenge, even if it's too dangerous for a common crew. But in the vast dangers of space, even stars are susceptible to fleeting chances of survival.
He came to a halt at the large door. It was a bulky, metal, state of the art, airlock. He donned his helmet as a replica fell shut behind him. This was it. All his training. It all led up to this fatal mission. A voice rang out over an intercom.
“Ready Lt.Mac?” It was quick and clear. A tone of worry rang in the voice. But then, who wouldn’t be worried for someone exploring a wreckage in the middle of an asteroid field?
“As ready as anyone, Vechs.” Lt.Mac spoke warmly to his last contact aboard the salvage ship, Autumn Runner. “Remember, radio silence to avoid useless battery usage. Contact will be reestablished upon reaching the UKS Wyvern Control Deck.” He told the young voice, lacking even rank, in attempt to keep his chances of survival highest.
“Roger. Good luck, and Kurt, Godspeed.” The young man on the other end of the intercom said grimly. “Autumn Runner, out.”
This was Kurt’s signal. He pulled a lever on the wall to his right. It sent a signal to the big airlock in front of him. It rushed open, leaving a window to the eternal night, the vast nothing, space. He jumped, throwing him out to the rocks drifting freely. He prepped his thruster pack, looking to navigate the field as if it was his morning commute. Using short bursts, floating through the field, he thought to himself, “Why the Hell do I do this? Risk my life bringing back wrecked ships for rich assholes to take apart and make into new ones for what? Enough elmicks to drink my troubles away? I’ve got to rethink my life.”
He hovered around the ship, looking for an entrance to the Wyvern, and he found it. A large hole in the side of the ship, likely caused by an asteroid gone rogue. As he maneuvered in, he noticed, lights seemed to still be powered, however, what power they were receiving was weak. He made a mental note, “Power systems still active.” He slowly descended, planting his feet on the floor, taking the eerie feeling of the ship, and more specific, the Medical Bay in. “What I wouldn’t give to have radio contact right now.” He muttered to himself while attempting to pry the door to the main corridor open. Sparks shot out from the frame as the door suddenly slid open, causing Kurt to rear back. “Huh. That never works. My luck must be turning.” He smiled to himself as he strolled along the hallway. He came to a cross section, eyes immediately drifting up for signs that told him where to go. There were three signs, Cargo Bay, Food Court, and Control Deck. He thought about grabbing a snack but decided against it. He walked away from the Control Deck, instead going to check what the old clunker of a ship was hauling. The walk was long, but Kurt didn’t mind, he was used to long walks.
Upon arrival at the cargo bay, he wasn’t surprised at the contents. Military hardware. But it definitely wasn’t up to date. By the looks of it, it was at least three generations old. Useless as much other than practice equipment or scrap metal. One thing did catch his attention though, an open crate off to the left. He made his way over to it, expecting explosives or maybe even old concussive firearms. They looked to be the standard for this generation, maybe the last generation to use them. They were rendered useless with the shieldings developed in the seventh generation of space age technology. All in all, he was expecting a useless find of some primitive weaponry not much better than spears and rocks. Instead, he marveled at what was inside, a prototype PR-37 Plasma Pistol with a Recycler coils, meant to reconvert a portion of the energy used in the shots back into ammo. One of the first steps man made into converting energy into weaponry. It made the haul already double it’s value due to it’s rarity thanks to plasma being dropped in favor of the speedier laser line. Kurt thought of his future for a split second, “If I hide it….I can sell it….Collectors….No! Don’t think like that Kurt.” He quickly shook his head, pocketing the pistol along with a few battery packs to show to the crew later.
He started up to the Control Deck, hoping to get the job done quickly and get the thoughts of betraying his crew out of his head. Upon arrival, he rushed to the communications relay, quickly grabbing a microphone and opening transmission. “Salvage ship Autumn Runner, this is the UKS Wyvern ready for transport, do you read?”
The young, familiar voice of Vechs came over the transmission in response, “We read you loud and clear Kurt, Just keep her steady when we get her ready to go, alright?” Before Kurt could say anything, a loud crash fell over the transmission. The sound of metal being torn apart rang out into Kurt’s ear. His face went grim with the thought of what happened. He rushed to the cockpit, and whipped the Wyvern around, looking to the direction the Autumn Runner was. One major difference in the picture that was Kurt’s reality, there was only half a ship. The Autumn Runner was wrecked, survivors couldn’t exist. No one could possibly survive impact like that of an asteroid going through a ship. He knew he had to try though, or anyone actually alive would be dead at his hands.
“Autumn Runner? Come in Autumn Runner. Anyone left alive?! Come in!” His voice was drenched by panic as he realised he may be the only one of his crew left alive.
Suddenly, a weak voice crackled through to the old ship. “K-Kurt? You there?” It belonged to Vechs. He sounded hurt, but his voice gave Kurt a fire in his heart.
“I’m here Vechs. Are you hurt? Is anyone with you?!” Kurt grew from relief to panic as he realised that all might not be well.
“No Kurt...I’m not alright, and no one else is here.” He mumbled with obvious tones of pain in his voice. Before Kurt could say anything else, he was cut off, “Kurt...I’m not gonna make it. There’s scrap metal piercing my chest. I’ve lost too much blood. MediCO doesn’t make things that bring you back to life.” Vechs coughed out these words before a long, weak exhale.
“Vechs?” Kurt’s tone went quiet and solemn, fearing the worst. “Vechs….please…..if you’re there…..please talk to me….Talk to me dammit!” Kurt broke down at the sudden exclamation, bawling to extremities. It hit him, he was all alone in the vast emptiness of space. He made his way slowly to the escape pods, looking to escape the darkness that hid inside his heart and soul at the moment. He opened one of the pods, familiarizing himself to its cramped interior. He set the coordinates to Solni Alphi, a small planet nearby within the Coalition that would welcome him with open arms. He muttered to himself as he launched, “Autumn Runner…...I’m sorry for surviving.”
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So...Don't scalp me for that! I figured it's been too long since we've had any Kurt. Tell me what you think down in the comments and as for the ever so common "Moar" When people need stuff to read and something like this shows up, I'm not sure if I'll make this into a series or leave it as is. But hey. If there's no sequel or something by Christmas, feel free to play with it. *Shrugs* I'll still probably not be very active anywhere. So...uh.....Hi/bye guys.
Lt.Mac. I.E. Kurt. A one man boarding party for the scavenger ship, Autumn Runner. One of the finest ships in space. The crew has a scavenge lined up on an old cargo ship. The UKS Wyvern. Scavenging is a dangerous thing in space, but the crew of the Autumn Runner is renowned for never missing a scavenge, even if it's too dangerous for a common crew. But in the vast dangers of space, even stars are susceptible to fleeting chances of survival.
He came to a halt at the large door. It was a bulky, metal, state of the art, airlock. He donned his helmet as a replica fell shut behind him. This was it. All his training. It all led up to this fatal mission. A voice rang out over an intercom.
“Ready Lt.Mac?” It was quick and clear. A tone of worry rang in the voice. But then, who wouldn’t be worried for someone exploring a wreckage in the middle of an asteroid field?
“As ready as anyone, Vechs.” Lt.Mac spoke warmly to his last contact aboard the salvage ship, Autumn Runner. “Remember, radio silence to avoid useless battery usage. Contact will be reestablished upon reaching the UKS Wyvern Control Deck.” He told the young voice, lacking even rank, in attempt to keep his chances of survival highest.
“Roger. Good luck, and Kurt, Godspeed.” The young man on the other end of the intercom said grimly. “Autumn Runner, out.”
This was Kurt’s signal. He pulled a lever on the wall to his right. It sent a signal to the big airlock in front of him. It rushed open, leaving a window to the eternal night, the vast nothing, space. He jumped, throwing him out to the rocks drifting freely. He prepped his thruster pack, looking to navigate the field as if it was his morning commute. Using short bursts, floating through the field, he thought to himself, “Why the Hell do I do this? Risk my life bringing back wrecked ships for rich assholes to take apart and make into new ones for what? Enough elmicks to drink my troubles away? I’ve got to rethink my life.”
He hovered around the ship, looking for an entrance to the Wyvern, and he found it. A large hole in the side of the ship, likely caused by an asteroid gone rogue. As he maneuvered in, he noticed, lights seemed to still be powered, however, what power they were receiving was weak. He made a mental note, “Power systems still active.” He slowly descended, planting his feet on the floor, taking the eerie feeling of the ship, and more specific, the Medical Bay in. “What I wouldn’t give to have radio contact right now.” He muttered to himself while attempting to pry the door to the main corridor open. Sparks shot out from the frame as the door suddenly slid open, causing Kurt to rear back. “Huh. That never works. My luck must be turning.” He smiled to himself as he strolled along the hallway. He came to a cross section, eyes immediately drifting up for signs that told him where to go. There were three signs, Cargo Bay, Food Court, and Control Deck. He thought about grabbing a snack but decided against it. He walked away from the Control Deck, instead going to check what the old clunker of a ship was hauling. The walk was long, but Kurt didn’t mind, he was used to long walks.
Upon arrival at the cargo bay, he wasn’t surprised at the contents. Military hardware. But it definitely wasn’t up to date. By the looks of it, it was at least three generations old. Useless as much other than practice equipment or scrap metal. One thing did catch his attention though, an open crate off to the left. He made his way over to it, expecting explosives or maybe even old concussive firearms. They looked to be the standard for this generation, maybe the last generation to use them. They were rendered useless with the shieldings developed in the seventh generation of space age technology. All in all, he was expecting a useless find of some primitive weaponry not much better than spears and rocks. Instead, he marveled at what was inside, a prototype PR-37 Plasma Pistol with a Recycler coils, meant to reconvert a portion of the energy used in the shots back into ammo. One of the first steps man made into converting energy into weaponry. It made the haul already double it’s value due to it’s rarity thanks to plasma being dropped in favor of the speedier laser line. Kurt thought of his future for a split second, “If I hide it….I can sell it….Collectors….No! Don’t think like that Kurt.” He quickly shook his head, pocketing the pistol along with a few battery packs to show to the crew later.
He started up to the Control Deck, hoping to get the job done quickly and get the thoughts of betraying his crew out of his head. Upon arrival, he rushed to the communications relay, quickly grabbing a microphone and opening transmission. “Salvage ship Autumn Runner, this is the UKS Wyvern ready for transport, do you read?”
The young, familiar voice of Vechs came over the transmission in response, “We read you loud and clear Kurt, Just keep her steady when we get her ready to go, alright?” Before Kurt could say anything, a loud crash fell over the transmission. The sound of metal being torn apart rang out into Kurt’s ear. His face went grim with the thought of what happened. He rushed to the cockpit, and whipped the Wyvern around, looking to the direction the Autumn Runner was. One major difference in the picture that was Kurt’s reality, there was only half a ship. The Autumn Runner was wrecked, survivors couldn’t exist. No one could possibly survive impact like that of an asteroid going through a ship. He knew he had to try though, or anyone actually alive would be dead at his hands.
“Autumn Runner? Come in Autumn Runner. Anyone left alive?! Come in!” His voice was drenched by panic as he realised he may be the only one of his crew left alive.
Suddenly, a weak voice crackled through to the old ship. “K-Kurt? You there?” It belonged to Vechs. He sounded hurt, but his voice gave Kurt a fire in his heart.
“I’m here Vechs. Are you hurt? Is anyone with you?!” Kurt grew from relief to panic as he realised that all might not be well.
“No Kurt...I’m not alright, and no one else is here.” He mumbled with obvious tones of pain in his voice. Before Kurt could say anything else, he was cut off, “Kurt...I’m not gonna make it. There’s scrap metal piercing my chest. I’ve lost too much blood. MediCO doesn’t make things that bring you back to life.” Vechs coughed out these words before a long, weak exhale.
“Vechs?” Kurt’s tone went quiet and solemn, fearing the worst. “Vechs….please…..if you’re there…..please talk to me….Talk to me dammit!” Kurt broke down at the sudden exclamation, bawling to extremities. It hit him, he was all alone in the vast emptiness of space. He made his way slowly to the escape pods, looking to escape the darkness that hid inside his heart and soul at the moment. He opened one of the pods, familiarizing himself to its cramped interior. He set the coordinates to Solni Alphi, a small planet nearby within the Coalition that would welcome him with open arms. He muttered to himself as he launched, “Autumn Runner…...I’m sorry for surviving.”
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So...Don't scalp me for that! I figured it's been too long since we've had any Kurt. Tell me what you think down in the comments and as for the ever so common "Moar" When people need stuff to read and something like this shows up, I'm not sure if I'll make this into a series or leave it as is. But hey. If there's no sequel or something by Christmas, feel free to play with it. *Shrugs* I'll still probably not be very active anywhere. So...uh.....Hi/bye guys.
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