The beatings will continue untill morall improves!!!-A X3TC adventure.

[Mr. Reeves]

The news is startling. It's 1440 on a Tuesday Afternoon on Earth. My father died. His funeral was yesterday. It's been a while since we spoke yet the news of his death makes me think of him. Not that we ever got along. I wanted to live on world and he wanted to explore the void.

It's 1540 on a Tuesday Afternoon on Earth. I recieve a transmission with the details of my fathers death. He was killed in a space battle with the Borons. They boxed him in and took out his main battle fleet. A list of assets follows. I never expected my father to have done so well. He only left 23 days ago. Then again I know how profitable life in the void can be because I studied it in the Marine Corps. But that is anoter tale.

No today was a sad day and I will never see him agin. His body was incenerated in the Nuclear fires of his Brigantine and his crew surrendered. It says the Borons screapped the remainder of his combat fleet.

The log also mentions 1,374....1,3174 holes in his remaining ships that will cost 24 million to repair. 124k due in saleries to his crew. How can I afford that with my job at the factory? I'll have to scrap everything left in my fatheres civillian fleet and fire everyone.

The screen flashes and a command code runs accross the screen....a video... My father's face appears. "My son if you are viewing this than the battle for Queen's Space went sideways and I will not be there to see you again. I know my crimes may have dissappointed you and that deep down you can forgive me one day. Yet as I ventured further away into lawless space I aquired a taste for picking on the innocent and it was in their blood that I was able to make 7 billion in 13 days! I implore you to follow my trail. Go to Brennan's Triumph. It is there I have left my reserve fleet. They need a new captain and I spoke highly of you. However they will only wait for 1 Jazura before deploying to Haitikva's Faith. Your fingerprint is the only one that can activate the automated lifesupport on these ships. I implore you to go seek your destiny."

So that was it. I'm on a blue planet working a dead end job and my father left less than a month ago and lost an intersteller war for profit. ... And he wants me to go resurect his battle fleet for him? I wonder how many ships he has. WARNING ACCESSING THIS LOG WILL ACTIVATE A COMPUTER PROGRAM!!!! So what is it. I press ok. Everything turns to blackness.

Where the hell am I? What happened? I scrape my numb bones off the floor. No lights are on. I open my communication device and try to stare at anything that resembles "normal" Huge lingering machines stare maliciously at me from the black void. I stumble towards the only lightsource only to see a picture of my anatomy and a set of coordinates. I pick up the tablet I had recieved in the male only to find it is now lifeless and accessing it only says "controll transferred." Deep down I know I am not on Earth anymore. I feel fourty pounds lighter than just what must of been a few moments ago. There is a burning sensation in all my extremidies and I feel weird. I'm scared and have no idea where I am. Well I sort of do knowing my father yet it is the kind of feeling you get when you find out you have just been kidnapped.

The tablet glows red and a milicious timer is started. T minus 1 mizuras untill activation. The words self destruct appear below it. A lead appears off the main screen with the words ship wide control. As I just barely think about it a screen appears asking to confirm my biological signature. A palm picture appears. So pressing a palm into the device the red timer turns green and a message "Ship computer control transferred to Bio Signiture 004. Welcome aboard the Dragon."

So my worst fear has come to pass. My father is trying to run my life even from the grave....


To be continued..................

[Mr. Reeves]

Poking around the tablet I find a set of coordinates. (12,45500,45 Brennan's Triumph) That sickening numbing feeling has happened twice now and I had time to discover the com system was destroyed most likely with a military dicentagrater rifle which is banned in most countries on earth.

The odds are escape seem low since I am traped in the auxillary controll room of the ship with only a bunch of books and lifesupport for company.

After my palm scan several ship systems came to life and there was a whirrrring sound as every system lit up. Computer code raced accross all the monitors and the ship started a countdown. 10% 20% all the way to 100% I was knocked to the ground like someone punched me and only to have it happen again moments later.... 10% 20%.... Jumping.

The emotionless A.I. tells me we are going and I can guess where.

To activate my father's reserve fleet before the pirates take off with it no less. By now I have had time to decern it is 45,000 KM above the ecliptic plane of the pirate base in Brennan's Triumph in a SQUASH mine field several dozen miles wide. The monitors are showing the progression of our coure and it shows relevant information when I think about it.

And right now I want to go back to earth. I don't control the ship I'm just a passenger but as soon as I get where I am going I will be heading back home. I will order the ship to take me home and destroy my father's evil lair in the void.

1 day 4 hours flight time

The ship opened a few doors for me including crew quaters. I was surprised how big it is. It can easily hold 100 men yet it was empty. This whle ship is giving me the creeps. I hope we arive at the dock soon.

1 day 7 hours

Jumping. DAMMIT!!! How much more of this?!?! The console lights up with the news ship is on cource for destination. AHHHHH!!!! I tried opening several doors but with no switches it's obvious I will be spending more time in front of the monitors playing pong with the ship A.I. by thinking about it. The nural interface is quite impressive actually. I still havn't managed to set ship to reverse course yet I have been poking around in the console and increased ship speed.

1 day 17 hours Got some sleep in th creepy crew quaters

I'm tired. The ship keeps giving me this protein shit for sustanance. I'm not hungry anymore. I just want the ride to be over. By now I can access several systems and the only door I can't open is the main controll room and the hanger bay because there is no atmosphere. Most likely my father fixed it so this is a one way ticket and it's not going the way I want it to.

2 days

I wake up from my nap to this shit. Oh boy. "Ship has completed task. Marine is to board Hub. Space suit in Hanger. Restoring pressure."


To be continued...

[The Zig]

Hi!
A unique start there. Interesting to see our main character thrown into the deep end, and completely unaware of hwat it's the deep end of. I like the confused atmosphere.
My only criticism is it's maybe a little too confusing for the reader. As yet, I have very little idea who the main character is, or anything about him, his dad, where he was, where he is, where he's going, how, how he was taken, how he feels about it, everything.

This is fine for an opening, but you will have to give us a bit more detail and character to hook into at some point soon. It's difficult to care about a character we can't get some feeling for. But I'm sure you'll do that soon anyway.

Interested to see where this goes on to.

[Mr. Reeves]

Chapter 2

Life was simple not all that long ago. I worked at the experimental engine factory as the lead janitor. Not that i didn't try going to school; the money just ran out. And then the years just raced by. I've never been the emotional type unlike my belated father who was a hopeless dreamer. I also lived in his shadow. He was one of the engineers at the same factory who pulled a few strings every year to get me promotions and wage increases. 50 credits an hour! YAY! His project was very important although I had no idea what it was because it was so secret. Work got the best of us and since we never agreed on anything we hardly spoke. I suppose we had opposite personality type.

I was always more content living a simple life. I never had any friends really. Occationally i would entertain a girl but that was just for sex. I suppose I never liked people.

I was the sly guy who you could never decide was your friend or was sizing you up to kill you. I was distant with the people who worked under me. I never attended any of their parties never did I care to. All the women I met was because I wanted a girlfriend and made a point to go meet women. However I get bored easy and every fling always turned out the same way...with me dumping them and a scico bitch trying to talk bad about me to all her girlfreinds.

Never the less I am missing Earth right now.

The ship lurches to a halt startling me. I open my eyes to see the monitor expaining the hanger bay is pressureizing. I prepare myself to disimbark towards my fathers destiny NOT mine. His voice speaks from me from the grave. "There be ritches in the void." Well to hell with him. As soon as I trasfer controll of the fleet to me I'm flying all his sips into the sun

To be continued....

[Smacksim]

Hmm. I wonder if this will tie into the Boron mission somehow. If so, it could be included there as a sort of personal journal you've dug up from your early days in the universe....

[Mr. Reeves]

I have an that M7M plex (partially to full capacity) and with enough Flails and Nukes launched from my M7M anything has become possible. The M7M is overpowered and I LOVE IT I can and have burned entire Boron Sectors to the ground! WOOT!!! Oh boy did the Borons have a ****** day today let me tell you!!!

My M7M plex will have 40 hammer and 40 flail factories. I will need the equipment dock for quick re-equipping.

And I will tie everything together with further explorations of the universe tommorrow. I am tired. Between work, this game, girls, 3- Martinies and the gym I am beat. I promise more tommorrow.

[Mr. Reeves]

I daen the space suit in the hanger and slowly progress out of the air lock to this lurking hulk in the distance. We jumped in the only clear spot. If the ship had moved an inch it would of aggroed one of the thousands of SQUASH mined surrounding me. As I swoop toward the station there are lights coming on as it appears my presence is causing a vast field of ships to power up.

A central feature is what appears to be a shipyard in front of me airlock open waiting for me to arrive. ....

(writers block)