Darkness gave way to light. Dull, unfocused, the world resolved itself into the cockpit of a Heavy Courier. Pinpoints of light lit the screens surrounding Pike blip'ing quietly as they recorded information.
Heaving a sight, Beff, as some call him, scratches his head. "This is all wrong," mutters our subject as memories flow in uneven patterns, "...all wrong."
It was becoming clear, the ride through the barrier...returning home. Returning to the galaxy, from beyond. Mixed memories of monstrous constructs, pain, rage. The recollection of a vanquished foe, of a lost love.
It was why he ran.
Something had called him back, no...Sent him back. He could recall the yearning. Something was ready, ready for him.
"No, this isn't right, not at all..."
Uneasily, he pulls himself from the lone seat in the cockpit and turned to regard the rear work/gunnery post behind him. Empty. Too empty, and somehow...right.
Another sigh and our subject drops down the few pegs to the low deck. A narrow hall stretched before him, doors to either side and one at the far end. He knew that right behind him was the airlock access and beyond that the void of space. "The void...", he utters as a shiver shoots down his spine, "...Back here...It's practically crowded." With a chuckle, dismissing the thought, he hits the pad aside the hatchway next to him.
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It was about half an hour later, in the time he recalled. He been to the 'fresher, managed up some food at the prep, and done a quick check of the ship and his supplies, surprised how much he still had. Then the sirens blared...
He knew the call, incoming ships, already read by the Manta 'S sensors and marked as unfriendlies.
He was in his pilots seat in seconds, snapping orders to the slavebrain of the Manta.
Shield up, weapons online, Pike takes a moment to study the incoming ships.
"Hal, start a check... I want to know everything there is to know about those two fighters, and I want it ten seconds ago."
Hal, the slavebrain of the Manta Ray clicked off an affirmative just as the comm registered a call.
With a shrug, Pike flipped open the Comm thinking that this would have to be interesting. Maybe a chance to vape someone.
"Manta Ray, you have dropped into a restricted area, please identify yourself and motives."
With a smirk, Beff grins at the display "An' just who's askin'?"
It took a moment, but as the image resolved itself, the image of the alien voice...A shock overcame both Beff, and apparently, the alien.
"Hueman?" asks the astonished alien.
"B..." Beff gets out before his call is cut short... Two laser blasts fire over his forward hull and glance off of his fore shields.
"Looks like time for some fun Hal. Jam them, we don't want any tattle tales." Grinning, he grips the control yokes. They may be fighter size, they may be two...But they sure aren't getting away from this....
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Heaving a sight, Beff, as some call him, scratches his head. "This is all wrong," mutters our subject as memories flow in uneven patterns, "...all wrong."
It was becoming clear, the ride through the barrier...returning home. Returning to the galaxy, from beyond. Mixed memories of monstrous constructs, pain, rage. The recollection of a vanquished foe, of a lost love.
It was why he ran.
Something had called him back, no...Sent him back. He could recall the yearning. Something was ready, ready for him.
"No, this isn't right, not at all..."
Uneasily, he pulls himself from the lone seat in the cockpit and turned to regard the rear work/gunnery post behind him. Empty. Too empty, and somehow...right.
Another sigh and our subject drops down the few pegs to the low deck. A narrow hall stretched before him, doors to either side and one at the far end. He knew that right behind him was the airlock access and beyond that the void of space. "The void...", he utters as a shiver shoots down his spine, "...Back here...It's practically crowded." With a chuckle, dismissing the thought, he hits the pad aside the hatchway next to him.
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It was about half an hour later, in the time he recalled. He been to the 'fresher, managed up some food at the prep, and done a quick check of the ship and his supplies, surprised how much he still had. Then the sirens blared...
He knew the call, incoming ships, already read by the Manta 'S sensors and marked as unfriendlies.
He was in his pilots seat in seconds, snapping orders to the slavebrain of the Manta.
Shield up, weapons online, Pike takes a moment to study the incoming ships.
"Hal, start a check... I want to know everything there is to know about those two fighters, and I want it ten seconds ago."
Hal, the slavebrain of the Manta Ray clicked off an affirmative just as the comm registered a call.
With a shrug, Pike flipped open the Comm thinking that this would have to be interesting. Maybe a chance to vape someone.
"Manta Ray, you have dropped into a restricted area, please identify yourself and motives."
With a smirk, Beff grins at the display "An' just who's askin'?"
It took a moment, but as the image resolved itself, the image of the alien voice...A shock overcame both Beff, and apparently, the alien.
"Hueman?" asks the astonished alien.
"B..." Beff gets out before his call is cut short... Two laser blasts fire over his forward hull and glance off of his fore shields.
"Looks like time for some fun Hal. Jam them, we don't want any tattle tales." Grinning, he grips the control yokes. They may be fighter size, they may be two...But they sure aren't getting away from this....
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