"Love and Loss: An Argon Love Story" By Freya Nocturne - [CANCELED]

[Chobittsu]

[NOTICE]: I'm canceling this project until I get my main piece of literature off the ground: http://chobit-389.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d300gx9
I will be continuing this, but will write it on my PC so its easier to keep track of. Sorry


I've been planning this for some time and was originally going to make it a DiD but I kept coming up with plot for it to follow so I thought "Meh, Short story." I'm also writing this because my joystick is broke and I can't fly worth shit unless I can FEEL the controls, flying is more then just moving a mouse to me.

This is set at the time of the XTC mod but in the original X-Universe. which is why you'll notice references to events from the mod.

Editions to the story will be added to this first post. Hopefully I can have the proper first chapter done soon. Also, this story isn't exactly canon, I'll be adding little things to make the tale seem more realistic (eg: discriptions of station interiors & modifications to ships that doesn't appear in the game [A fighter dock and Cargo Lifesupport retrofit on a TS]).

[EDIT]: Ok.... this looks and feels A LOT bigger when I write it here...... I guess I'll be writing less chapters and just flesh out ones I've already started with installments


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24.4.771 Argon Calendar - Sonra System - Argon Prime

Another warning light started to blink on the HUD of my old Discoverer. She'd been with me since day one and it was time to have her replaced, too bad that wasn't what I was doing. No, instead I was making my final approach to the Argon Prime Trade Station, and when I say final, I MEAN FINAL!

"Hssss, You drifting to the left! Yaw to ssssstarboard!!!!" the Teladi traffic controller hissed into my comms. I already was trying to spin the nose around but the aging thrusters either worked really well or not at all, my craft started to spin like a top and I was pushed back into my seat. At this point there wasn't much I could do, I sealed the visor of my helmet, curled into a crash position and waited. The Teladi controller cursed something in the Profit Lizard's native tongue and called emergency stations, fire suppression and rescue vehicles were probably waiting on the other side of the pressure hatches.

There was a strange silence as I spun inside the station's outer hanger. I was tempted to take a peek outside the canopy but was interrupted by a loud smash and scraping noise as my little AM5FW-43 skidded to a stop along the deck. My belonging were already in a satchel that I kept with me in the cockpit, I quickly grabbed it and blew the emergency bolts on the hatch, it blasted high above me and came crashing down to the gravity plating near my scout. A pair of techs in pressure-suits were already climbing up the side of the ship.

“Are you ok?! Here lemme help you outta there.” He grabbed my arm to steady me as I nearly fell out of the bent wreak, the only way I could ever sell the ship now was on the scrap market... and she wouldn’t get many credits. I was shaken but just fine otherwise.

A Boron floated next to one of the technicians. “Are you in need of medical assistance?”
“No I’m fine, thanks.”
I took one last look at my ship and pulled the name plate off of it before the dozers pushed it into a corner. A tall Argon man waited at the airlock, he had a bit of a frown hiding behind his beard.
“Welcome to Argon Prime Trade Station, your name?”
Once the doors behind me had been closed and the small room was filled with air, I took my helmet off, adjusted my glasses and smiled.

“Jake Getty, why? Whats your name?”


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Finally, I was out of that cramped ship and free of my damn flight-suit! I stretched my aching muscles and packed everything into a community locker in the Embarkation Room, with the exception of the clothes on my back and wallet of course. The next room was a security check, mostly just a few guards and a metal detector.

An Argon Federal Police Officer stopped me infront of the scanner. "Please remove your metallic objects. Belt buckles, loose coins and electronic devices for example." This guy seemed fresh from the academy. I took off my steel toed boots, wallet, belt and watch and stepped though the gate. I was clean, as expected.
"Thank you for your cooperation, welcome aboard." The guard said, as if he was a recording.

The main terminal was full of every race from all corners of the Universe. That was to be expected, This was the capitol's main trade station after all.
"Could I interest you in a new chronometer?" A Boron suddenly appeared next to me in the crowd, the young Lar had a rack of watches strapped to it's Life Support suit. She was DEFIANTLY in my personal space....
"Err, no thanks, I'm meeting a friend." I quickly cut though the crowed and made myself scarce.
Once I was free of the buzz of the masses I slipped into a clothing shop and retrieved my PDA from my vest pocket, on the main menu was the memo I sought. "Cobalt Cafe, Argon Prime Trade Station, 24.4.771.14:00" I looked around for a member of the stations staff, the shop's clerk, a Paranid, stared blankly at me with all three of his eyes.
"Excuse me sir....or......ma'am..... Which way to the Cobalt Cafe?"
"Paranid think you not brightest illuminating object. Cobalt Cafe right behind you." The Paranid scowled at me. I turned and looked out the shop's window, sure enough, a blue neon sign hung above a pressure door and coloured glass windows displayed the name "Cobalt". I sighed and crossed the large corridor.

The cafe was a nice looking place, kinda had a sports bar feel to it with a bit of food court added in for good measure. The second floor had a nice lounge for travelers waiting for they're next shuttle, probably to the planet Argon that floated outside the large windows behind the counter, bar and staff members. But my attention was focused elsewhere, I was looking though the bustling restaurant for the person I set this appointment with. She found me first...

"As expected, your late." A figure shouted at me, despite her leaning against the wall next to the door, a little less then a meter away. She was covered by a shadow but I could recognize her anywhere.
I checked my watch. "I'm not th-..."
"2 mizuras late!!!" She continued. "Its tardiness like that that will lose you jobs, credits and your life!!!" She straightened and pointed her finger in my face. "And besides, whats so damn important that you'd drag me all the way back to the Core from the Ribbon Nebula???" She scowled coldly at me with a stare that would freeze any other man's blood.

"...I'm sorry Freya... I'll make it up to you........."

[Deeparth]

Hey thats pretty good. *Saved the link to bookmarks*

[e1team]

Nice. But I think you should make new posts with each chapter. Otherwise your story will get lost.

[Vim Razz]

Nice. But I think you should make new posts with each chapter. Otherwise your story will get lost.

I second this. I would have missed this chapter if e1team hadn't bumped the thread.

[Chobittsu]

Nice. But I think you should make new posts with each chapter. Otherwise your story will get lost.

I second this. I would have missed this chapter if e1team hadn't bumped the thread.

Yokai, I'll re-post these separately once I'm done the whole chapter. Sorry its taking so long to write it, I've got ALOT on my plate.

[Vim Razz]

"Yokai" -- spent some time in Kyushu? Or is there somehwere else they talk like that too?

And time isn't an issue. Take what you need and have fun with it.

[Chobittsu]

"Yokai" -- spent some time in Kyushu? Or is there somehwere else they talk like that too?

And time isn't an issue. Take what you need and have fun with it.

My flagship is a Tokyo for a reason Tennoheika Banzai!

[Vim Razz]

hah, slick It was a suprise seeing it used here. caught me off guard.