X Unknown (WIP Fanfic)

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This is my first attempt at a fanfic set in the X Universe, I may not be 100% accurate with everything but i hope you all enjoy the read.


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X Unknown
An X Universe Fanfic, by Kevin Almond (Rayven)



Chapter One - Prelude To Destruction

Argon Security Patrol Fleet Delta Flagship ASP Astaris
Time: 17:55 Argon Standard Time. Location: Unknown

“Commander...Commander are you awake?” The birdlike voice of Fleet Lieutenant Danni Brya chirped into Fleet Commander Yuli Brynn's dream state, slowly arousing him. Groggily opening his eyes he found the pleasant, although blurry sight of his first officers face awaiting him. Although still dazed by his sudden awakening he managed to get out the word “What...Happened?” Lieutenant Brya helped him to his feet as she answered him “I have no Idea sir.” With a great deal of effort, Yuli searched his mind, He remembered facing a fleet of fighters of unknown origin, taking a beating in that fight and then ordering an emergency jump, after that...nothing but blackness. “We managed to jump, but something hit us as we did, I saw you fly across the command deck” A hint of a smile played across Brya's full, red lips.

Brynn, with the aid of Brya managed the short walk from the Medibay to the Bridge, though to travel that short distance seemed to take a lifetime. “Whats our Status?” was the first thing he asked, upon reaching the bridge. Master Aircrew Staff Sergeant Gala, the chief mechanic in Brynn's fleet, who was rarely on the bridge gave a sombre reply “Jumpdrive capacitors are down...we're working on those...Engines, we can only push them to 25% of their maximum unless we want to risk a breach, Shielding currently at 25% and are slowly recharging and finally weapons, out of 40 turrets, we only have 12 functional, luckily they're spread out among the Port, Starboard, Bow, Stern, Hi and Low Fixtures. ” Not good, they could move, at a limp although essentially trapped and the shield and weapon status was frighteningly low, Brynn hoped they didn't have to engage those fighters again, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Turning to Lt. Jul, the ships Navigation and Communications officer, Brynn asked, dripping with sarcasm “Let me guess, more good news?” Jul smiled slightly, glad that her Commanding Officer still had some humor in him. “Both our Corvettes, The Adeptus and Astartes were lost with all hands, no escape pods from either ship were detected, as for the other ships, I'm not sure, I didn't see them go down, though I cannot raise them on the Comms” Jul swallowed hard, quite disturbed by both the loss of the Corvettes and just how fast they were destroyed but she managed to keep her composure. “We also have only 25 Nova Vanguards left out of our original number of 60, additionally, I've used every trick I know and I'm still unable to connect to any Transponders or Satellites or even border outposts, wherever we are sir, we're nowhere near home, We're lost in space.” Brynn nodded, although this news greatly worried him, he did not let it show and mustered all he could to remain cheery. “Well We're alive so we're not quite lost yet.”

Suddenly the Gravidar warning siren shrieked like a mourning banshee, Jul immediately turned to the Navigation console. “We have a contact sir...unknown configuration though similar to the fighters we encountered, using our schematic database I approximate it to be the equivalent of a..Oh my god...A Destroyer.” Commander Brynn let out a string of expletives, which everyone else on the bridge agreed with, before immediately issuing orders “Jul, orient us so we have optimal turret lock on, launch all Novas, tell them to get the hell out of here, I doubt they can find help, but at least they'll survive, get a torpedo firing solution on that ship, If they do open up on us I want those torpedoes hitting one after another but not blowing each other up.” Jul nodded, her fingers flying fast over the console as she issued his orders. The Nova Vanguards, now consisting of 2 and ½ Wings screamed out of the launch bay, but instead of getting as far away from the ship as possible, they formed up alongside Brynn's Colossus carrier, the Astarid.

The Unknown destroyer launched several missles, probe attacks probably, Yuli thought, to see how strong or how weak we are. Luckily, they still had some Mosquito missiles aboard, which he ordered to be used in Missie Defense

“Sir, All pilots are refusing your command to get out of here, they're sticking with us till the end” Brynn smiled at the Noble, although futile gesture, he was sure they were all going to be destroyed.
“Torpedoes away...” Jul nervously waited “All torpedoes have impacted...no effect. What now Commander” Brynn closed his eyes and hoped he would be forgiven by his crew “We can't risk letting that ship get into Argon Territory, Lieutenant Jul plot a collision course” For the first time under his command, Jul hesitated, every crew member looked first at him, then each other, somberly nodding.


“Lieutenant, Ram the Bastard.”

Chapter Two – Port in a Storm[/u]
Two Weeks Earlier

Flight Captain Yuli Brynn was bored. for the past few days there had been no pirate activity in Presidents End, the sector he was assigned to patrol. Although somewhat relieved, Yuli couldn't help wishing that he'd get some action. “Never say its quiet in the black” Yuli muttered to himself, knowing it was bad luck. Luck however, apparently had good hearing. “This is Argon Freight transporter YTF-275, We are under attack in Elenas Fortune, Requesting assistance from all friendly ships. We are being attacked by Five, I repeat, Five pirate vessels.”

Elenas fortune wasn't technically on his patrol route but, Yuli headed for the gate anyway, partly to relieve his own boredom and partly to help a fellow Argon Pilot. After transversing the Jump Gate he sent an encoded communique to the Transporter, hoping that the pirates didn't pick it up. The didn't, their full attention was on the apparently easy pickings of the Freight Transporter. The pirates were using a simple and predictable attack pattern, Yuli maneuvered his Nova so that he could approach them from behind. He launched 5 mosquito missiles, having programmed them so that they impacted on each ship at the same time. The Mosquito's, while not doing major damage, would announce his presence and quite probably confuse his targets. Grinning, Yuli muttered to himself “Time for me to do my thing” Slamming his throttle forward he felt the craft runble heavily, moving to full burn. When he was in range of the Pirate fighters, his thumbs heavily pressed the control studs, firing his High Energy Plasma Throwers. His first salvo hit its mark, the plasma quickly whittling down the shields and burning through the hull, either his aim was good or he was insanely lucky as his salvo had impacted directly on the cockpit, instantly killing the pilot of that craft.

Firing a second salvo, Yuli must have hit a subsystem as the fighter he had targeted flew into a wild spin, unluckily for the pilot of that craft, it impacted into one of his fellow pilots, its engine core ruptured, both ships blossoming in a plume of fire for a moment, before all fuel was consumed and the flames winked out.

Yuli overheard a comm intercept, from one of the remaining Pirate craft to the other “I'm Bugging out of here!” the other pilot seemed to agree and they both sped out of the system. Deciding not to pursue, Yuli opened up his comms and hailed the Transport “This is Sector Patrol Craft Delta Three Gamma, I'll escort you to Argon Prime where you can get some repairs and some RnR”

The pilot seemed releived “Damn D3G I'm glad to see you, you sure showed them, Yeah, We'd be glad of an escort back home.”

The transporter slowly limped off heading to the gate for Presidents End, Yuli in tow behind them, keeping one eye on the gravidar, checking for enemy Contacts.

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Updated with a revised version of Chapter one and Chapter Two