The Surge: A Argon Event

[EgoGimb]

Prologue:


Humming softly in the main library area of the Mammoth I thumbed through my encyclopedia study's required for every newly appointed captain for any capital so that I could learn the ships insides and out. Wow, how lucky did I get, winning the lotto really landed me a sweet prize, a TL that I can finally start making those oh so hard Credits not what with those Professional Beggars everyone gives them to.

Finding a interesting artical I decided to look into this a bit more, "History of the Kha'ak": a strange race, no one has ever come in contact with this species, except for one man, his name remains classified due to the Universal war of the gates in Presidents End. What happened transpired in three major events. Event one: It was commonly known that this mans father had been captured by the Kha'ak to study our universal race, language, weapons, tactics etc etc. Event two. Massive destroyers and frigates formed up at the gate of Presidents end as one after another ship had jumped in. This sparked the first wave of Argon, Boron, Paranid, and Split to join in the fight to repel the invasion of the core worlds. Sadly though most of the battles were so grusom that entire family's were wiped out. Corvettes, Capitals, and fighters alike was destroyed by the massive Kha'ak fleet. Event Three: Classified until two years ago. Little is known on how the kha'ak fleet were repelled, but upon the last station was destroyed in Presidents End, this strange threat began to disperse. Some say these weapons were controlled by some sort of Massive super computer ship like the Xenon, others say they only wanted to wipe out Presidents End and be done with it. We may never know about these strange species known as the Kha'ak all we know is...beware of the Kha'ak...far more deadly than Xenon, Pirates, and an entire race of ships combined.

Pff, as if.. I thought closing down the encyclopedia and getting up from my chair. I turned to look at the viewing window and saw my home planet down blow. "She's beautiful huh Captain." said the ships librarian who kept and maintained the ships many forms of information's that continuously flowed through the computer's. I turned to look at her and nodded. "Yeah, I was born there, on that continent close to the shoreline." I said pointing to a slim Island like continent that was nearly 1,000 square km across. My librarian...or more importantly titled, my intelligance officer smiled and pointed to the moon. "The station on that was my home birthplace, though I have visited the planet, quite a fascinating place with beautiful beaches." she said to me making me smile in contentment. I smiled and turned to the woman whom was in her uniform commonly worn by many military of the argon forces. Her's was bright white due to some of his standards when it comes to his officers verses his crewmen. Crewmen dawned on green camo's with classic land use uniforms. The officers worn what looked like that of a Earth fleet Navy uniform with a clear similarity. The same when it came to the Crewmen. Crewmen, dawned on mostly greenish type of uniforms except when not at combat posts such as turret stations.

The date was 785-02-13 and there was a loud explosion almost 1 km away from my TL. Jolted, I sprung and ran to the captains bridge and hailed any nearby ship as to what the hell just happened. "To anybody in this sector please respond, I repeat any surviving persons aboard the recent destroyed M2 we will send a rescue party in 1 minute get your beacons activated and we will pull you to safety aboard the Mammoth." With that I prepared a quick response team in the hanger room and launched 2 personnel transport ships with cargo life support systems pre installed of course and launched them towards the capital shipwreck. Just what the hell is going on here. I grumbled lightly and went to my systems officer whom scanned the sector every 10 seconds as per his job. "Anything Jones?" I asked the Terran who was just recently added to the crew list. A fine soldier, and a extremely intelligent officer. I saw our ships approaching the Argon wreckage and 3 other ships approaching us. "Sir I think those are....Xenon...but those haven't been seen in decades." he said to me with concern on my face. "Hail our Transport and tell them to launch all drones immediately I will not have these men die out in space." With that order given the officer did his job and I clenched my knuckles against the seat staring as I saw 10 smaller blips from the 5 drones launched from the two transports. "come on you can make it." I said watching as a rescue team launched from the personnel transport and began scanning the area for any survivors.

One minute went by very slowly when there was combat involved. "Raise the shield! Don't let any Xenon threw, and contact the Argon authority, we have to get this to the Commander as soon as possible!" I yelled over the explosions as my shields slowly dwindled percentage after percentage. Our M3's launched fitted to take out the ships of m3 or lower, nothing could withstand the M2's or 1's and so far, those hasn't been thrown at us. Just how the hell did that destroyer get destroyed? He was going to get to the bottom of this even if it kills him, and thankfully it won't. Five more minutes, one xenon down. Just where the hell did these guys come from. I thought watching as the transports drones destroyed another Xenon M4. "One left, Harold anything on that comunicay?" I yelled after our Communications officer. "No one in range, I'll have to send a interstellar message to main fleet." This troubled me greatly, xenon were a menace to every race known to man, even the pirates hated them. Having almost destroyed Argon Prime, it was thought that these were our hevon for building stronger and more powerful ships but no no that wasn't the case...we should have listened to the Terran's. God save us all.


[I'm going to put this topic up as a fan-fic which will be added. More will be added, as I said this was the title Prologue. so introductions hah hah well let me know how the little teaser looked, I know there was some spelling errors and I will add more to the prologue itself It's hopefully going to become a big long story of my life in the x universe, and I posted a Poll if you want to be lazy and click a button instead of giving me some insider information]

[StarSword]

Not bad. Could use some proofreading, not to mention there's no sound in space (easy to justify, tho'; look up auralization). Still, I like it.

I'm not too familiar with how Argon Stardate works. What timeframe is this set in terms of the games?

[EgoGimb]

I set this around the 780 year or so like after the tc incident

[Nanook]

Sorry, but fan fiction and after action reports belong in the Creative Forum, where this is headed. Put a link in your signature if you want your fans to follow the story.

[EgoGimb]

Ah, thanks moderator

[Sabrina Bergin]

Ego:

Enjoyed the taster and am looking forward to future posts, as regard punctuation spelling I am one of the worst offenders so I didn't really see any problems so far.
Good luck and good hunting.

[EgoGimb]

Thanks Shawn, so far so good I just recently witnessed Paranid Prime getting destroyed by the Argon armada so I might put that into the story, and it was one of them random invasions too

[EgoGimb]

Chapter 1: It was a little more than two years later when I first experienced my search and rescue against the xenon scourge in Priest Rings. I had begun a campaign movement to help stop the Xenon once again however, having adapted my lifestyle to that of the Paranids, I started to enjoy the lifestyle of these beautiful and sleek ships that I had acquired after purchasing several TCmk3 pilots for my trade fleet. I could now safely play with different areas of combat where it was bounty hunting, defending sectors from the Xenon, or protecting Paranidian sectors from the Argon invasion fleet, which rarely happened, thank god. I was in my newly acquired Zeus a Paranid Carrier and a third of my fleet so far in m3's and m4's. But now I was flat broke, and my pilots were mostly on leave so I had to make it so that we would not be put at a disadvantage and ran to the nearest Paranid Space Equipment Dock.

A week later, and all was normal, the crew was bristling with plenty of activity, Jones was at his station scanning sectors for any more of those Xenon anomalies, Reena, my librarian/intelligence officer was hard at work with the vibration scanner, sonar scanner, many things that were needed to keep our carrier afloat as they used to call it in the ancient texts. I became bored out of my mind at one point and decided to take a walk along the gantry that lead me to the hanger which housed my squadrons. Ah what a beautiful site, battle tested M3’s and M4’s and our newly acquired M3+ that I had one proclaimed just for myself. It was a Mamba Vanguard but modified so that it can go faster, turn harder, and be on the enemy in the blink of an eye. I made my way down to the Mamba I called the Cutlerfish. A classic name, but still a deadly ship with 2 Plasma beam throwers that made it look like I was shooting out a jet of flame out of my ship. 5 High Energy Plasma Throwers which were more like those Impulse Emitters that the m5’s use however, they were far from it. These babies’ were said that in a high enough concentration, it can punch a hole right through a Zeus’s hull and rip it apart. I never believed those stories though, my ship was well protected for once instead of having my silly Station transporter.

I looked Cutlerfish over a few times and noticed that they added a new weapon to my boat. An Aura Missile system. I didn’t think of it at the time but I hardly ever remember using those relics before, but that can be easily solved. After an initial inspection, I climbed into my cockpit and tested the controls, the mamba+ was a smooth fighter, strong, yet delicate in maneuvers. And enough of these beasts can bring the firepower of a whole fleet of destroyers. The problem with fighters though was that they are very fragile, only capable of holding a trio of 25mj shields so if a destroyers PPC or a swarm of fighters overtook you, your toast. I smiled and climbed out of the cockpit after I felt everything was correct.

Jansen approached me as I was climbing down the stepladder and saluted, courtesy allowed me to salute him back. “Anything to report soldier?” I asked him, he was the man who was the go to guy whom worked anything and everything for the company of Yurits Comet, the company I called myself. The man put his hand behind his head nervously scratching it and would then look at me sternly. “Sir, permission to speak freely?” he asked me, causing me to blink a few times as I would nod. “Of course lieutenant.” I was lenient with my officers as they treated me with minor difficulties over the years of working with these soldiers. “Alan, look, I think we need to discuss the situation with the Paranids, they are taxing the hell out of our stay, at this rate, we can’t sustain any more delays, and we have to act now.” The concern on his face told me everything I needed to know. This man consulted me when it came to starting up a company, he was the man who made me millions in less than a day with little more than two transport ships, and above all else, he had helped me win the lotto allowing me to purchase the ships needed to form this fleet, 2 destroyers, 4 corvettes, 3 M7M’s and 1 carrier flagship, the Alamorty. I hadn’t decided on when we should go to take out those xenon bastards who took out the M2 destroyer named Frial, killing hundreds of souls and leaving 20 drifting in space. I was weary when it came to this…so weary.

“Jansen….let’s be frank…it’s been ages since we fought off the Xenon, hell, I was still a kid back then. We still know very little about these things and I can almost guarantee that the Kha’ak guys are using them, I mean who else could come up with a devious plan that would be so complicated as to mount a coaxial attack, xenon and kha’ak against the Paranid home system. Paranid prime.” I said concern staining my face. I began to pace the area next to my personal fighter. Thinking on tactics, remembering the military history between the xenon and the fights that went on with them alone, but then the Kha’ak were a whole new league on their own, their instant hitting weapons also known as lasers hit so fast and so hard, it whipped out an entire system in minutes. I shuddered in thought. “Do we have the firepower?” I asked him starting to come to a conclusion that it was indeed time to search for the xenon CPU ship like the last time they formed an insurgency. I had a squadron of M5 fighters that were designed as my scouts which can report to me which positions were known of having any Xenon presence. “With the current fleet we have…I’d say…minimal, however with the amount of credits these Paranid scumbuckets are taxing us, we might as well go now, That is if you approve.” He said holding his clipboard.

[Test chapter, keep going or continuum you decide]

[EgoGimb]

Sorry for any delays, I am at a writers block so it'll be well, delayed