Fe't K't, Split pilot

[bolmy]

This is just the beginning of my first delve into writing X universe fiction, the story is going to be added to as I write more. Any constructive critiscism would be greatly appreciated.



Breaking news

Earlier today a call for traders to make all possible defensive upgrades to their ships were made after a vicious attack by the normally peace loving Boron on Fe’t K’t a Split trader who had finished combat piloting school a year before, and was taking a few years out to trade before he joined the Split military. It is now understood that the Boron attacked Fe’t K’t because he was carrying a shipment of space weed and Argon whiskey, both banned narcotics, for a well known Teladi drug baron, who had given Fe’t K’t a contract that excused him from customs checks.
A Boron police force of two M6 Hydra’s and four M3 Barracuda’s conducted a scan on the Split traders ship, even after he had presented to contract. They then proceeded to open fire on Fe’t K’t before he had a chance to eject. A memorial service is being held on Family Pride, and it is rumoured that the Split are plotting revenge against the Boron.


He blasted round the asteroid as HEPT fire rained down on where he was just a split second before. Pulling away from the asteroid he heard a distinctly metallic crunch over the comm. System, “one pirate down” he thought. Spiralling round another ‘roid, he came out behind a Bayamon. His finger depressed the trigger for no more than half a second, he watched as the green AHEPT bolts smashed into the back of the Pirate ship, destroying it. “Alert, Missile Closing” blurted Betty, Fe’t weaved his Scorpion in and out of the asteroids that were now seemingly closer than ever, left, right, up, drop down towards a crystal fab, slam on the reverse thrusters and pull hard right. Fe’t watched the missile scream past, just metres from the hull of his ship, he targeted it. “Missile released, Mosquito Missile, Removed” wined Betty as he launched his last missile. He boosted his ship to full speed just in time as PAC fire collided with the crystal fab; Fe’t spun his ship round to face his new attackers, just in time to see them run down by a Caiman Superfreighter.
He slowed his ship down. He activated the comm. System, and called back to base, “That was one hell of a fight we had back there, we lost three Jag’s” breathed Fe’t.
“It’s a bad loss, but at least we didn’t lose out best fighter pilot, eh?” crackled the base commander.
“Yeah, thanks. Have some space fuel ready for when I get back, I need to relax”
“We’ll be expecting you back in 20 Mizura’s, base commander, out”
“Roger that, Fe’t K’t, out”
With that, he powered up his ship and set the autopilot for base.

Fe’t watched as the Superfreighter gently loped through space, heading for the SPP, which he guessed was full, judging by the amount of freighters drifting in its direction. He turned his attention back to the docking lights of the military base, counting them as they passed “1-2-3-4-5-6-7…”, he always got bored flying on autopilot, but it allowed him time to reflect, and it was a necessary evil, flying from one side of the universe to the other manually would be physically and mentally exhausting.

As Fe’t clambered out of his ship he was greeted by cheers from his fellow pilots, he had finally managed to beat his fathers record for amount of ships killed whilst in fighter school. His father’s old record was 578 ships in the two years at the school; Fe’t’s now stood at 603, not including the ships that the Superfreighter had taken care of. After the initial elation of breaking his fathers record had sunk in he meandered over to the bar, and secured his whiskey, that he was promised by the base commander. He downed it in one, and retired to his dormitory. As he sat in his chair, watching the ships float past, his thoughts drifted back to his childhood. He had been born in space, raised in space, and taught how ships worked by his father from an early age. Then his father was torn from his life by pirates, he had no idea where they had taken him, or if he was even alive. All he knew was that the pirates wanted him as well, and he had to find a way to get them off his back, and fast, his piloting skills would only last him so far, and against so many ships.

“Hi, my names Sai’t O’ht” he mumbled.
“Greetings, you know my name, its on the tag” he gestured to the name tag on his chest, it read “Lula Ho”. “So, what’ll it be?” bubbled the Boron.
“A large whiskey for me, and one for everyone here!” He announced, greeted by the cheers of everyone in the bar.
“Coming up. If you don’t mind me asking, why the extravagance? You must have something to celebrate, do you mind sharing?”
“Yeah, celebrating. I had pirates after me…and now I’ve finally managed to get them off my back”
“Great! That definitely is a reason to celebrate! But surely they didn’t pose too much trouble for you in that Dragon…did they?”
“Nah, they don’t…in small numbers, but when they send whole bases out after you, it gets hairy”
“Yeah I suppose. Do you know why they were after you?”
“I have no idea…probably after my ship…you know, wandering around near pirate bases in a fully equipped Dragon, its bound to attract unwanted attention”
“Good point. You take care of that baby, its one of a dying breed of ships, beautiful, and deadly”
“Wow! That coming from a Boron! I’ll be sure to tell the shipwrights…they would love to hear that”
“We don’t all hate you Split you know, some of us admire your ships, and your piloting skills…Why do you think some of our ships are so fast...Although, from that attack on the trader, you know the one I mean, Fe’t K’t I think his name was, you wouldn’t think that, would you?”
A small smile flashed across Sai’t’s face. He managed to hide it behind his drink before the Lula saw it.
“Yeah. He was a good pilot…a sad loss…he will not be forgotten”
“A toast to Fe’t!”
“To a good friend, pilot, and above all, a valiant warrior!”
With that, Sai’t downed the rest of his whiskey, muttered his thanks to the bar tender, and left.
He boarded his Jaguar, and proceeded to dock with his Dragon. He set the autopilot for Rhy’s Desire, and wandered back to his cabin. Only now could he truly let the immense amusement he had taken from his conversation with Lula show. He started laughing like a madman, marvelling at the brilliance of his plan. Fake his own death, so the pirates would leave him alone, and the Split would be able to have a legitimate reason to attack the Boron scum. He was Fe’t K’t, the best Split pilot to have graced the space lanes since his grandfather “Hoh’t K’t”.

As Fe’t clambered into bed, a brilliant white light flashed outside, Fe’t, who had blinked at the time, didn’t notice the flash, and so stayed oblivious to the strangely mechanical looking ship that was tailing his.

“Alert Missile Closing” Screamed Betty for the third time, this time succeeding in waking Fe’t, who rushed to the controls of his ship. A thud, the ship juddered forwards, speed dropping, shield power dropping, gas tanks leaking. Fe’t ran as fast as his legs would carry him to his space suit, hurriedly pulling it on, but it was no use, another missile smashed into the ship, completely disabling all electronics. The front half of his ship began to freeze; the back began to heat up. Fe’t scrambled for the exit hatch, as he closed in on the hatch, he saw three bright green bolts careering towards him, he pulled his helmet on, but it was too late, the first bolt struck the hatch, rupturing it, Fe’t was sucked towards the vast emptiness of space, he slammed into what was left of the hatch, just as the two remaining bolts ploughed into him, vaporising him instantly.

As he watched the ship explode Hoh’t smiled to himself “Insolent child…trying to take my mantle as the best pilot to have graced the space lanes…fool…he should have known what happened to his father…insolent children…”

[khaakbaiter]

Hey i thought you liked the boron!!!
Love the beginning...

[bolmy]

Correction, I like the boron ships in the Top gun mod, not the boron themselves. I MUCH prefer the Split and Paranid (aggression, and snobbyness, and their ships are all brilliant)

[khaakbaiter]

love it!!!

[bolmy]

The next installment to the story is in the works, I know what I'm going to write about, I just need to actually put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard).

[bolmy]

New installment added. Its in the first post for ease of reading. Let me know what you guys think.

[khaakbaiter]

[bolmy]

Is that good or bad?

[khaakbaiter]

good!

[bolmy]

That makes me feel good.

[jackhanna88]

I feel a bit thick - i thought the split fella was dead?

[bolmy]

Tis a circular structure. This is back when he was in fighter school.
I can see how you made that mistake though, it isnt too easy to realise, but roll with it, all will become clear.

What do you think so far?

[khaakbaiter]

Good story i'm feeling tired after typing up mine zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz what? oh yeah brill...zzz

[daveman88]

Cool but.. I like the boron! GET OFF THEIR BACKS!

[bolmy]

Lol, I couldn't think of anything else. The Split's enemy is the boron, Fe't is a Split so...and it wouldn't be as dramatic if the Split destroyed a boron ship for no reason.

[khaakbaiter]

More more!

[bolmy]

Yeah, sorry about the delay, I haven't got round to writing any more. I'll try to get another bit up tonight. Dont expect more than a paragraph or two though.

[jackhanna88]

Tis a circular structure. This is back when he was in fighter school.
I can see how you made that mistake though, it isnt too easy to realise, but roll with it, all will become clear.

What do you think so far?

Sorry took me a while to come back to you. Appreciate the clarification lol. Really enjoying it - exciting combat! More please!

[bolmy]

Yay. As this is my first delve into sci-fi writing I am most pleased with this, thanks alot.

I shall keep you all posted as new parts are written. Real lifes been a bit hectic lately what with coursework, girls, friends, family, all that crap, so I havent been able to write any more yet.

[khaakbaiter]

Like marvin used to say: Life don't talk to me about life...