10-31-2006, 06:22 AM
Brakelatabasaasta was sitting in his Starblazer by the mooring fixture at Planet Manhattan, deep within his own thoughts.
Walnuts, peanuts, chestnuts, hazelnuts… Blueberries!
Brakelatabasaasta looked up to see that a new convoy had just exited the trade lane from West Point Academy. It was a Rhino, with two Startrackers escorting it. He hailed the Rhino, hoping to share this newest profound thought with it. There was a moment of silence on the radio before the ship responded.
“This is DSE yellow seventeen to Civilian Starblazer, responding to your call.”
Brakelatabasaasta could hear the boredom in the voice behind the radio. The voice belonged to a man, probably in his early- to mid-forties. Brakelatabasaasta was eager to cheer him up.
“Hello there, happy-man! Might I interest you in a chestnut?”
Again, there was silence, this time slightly longer than before.
“Who is this?” the man finally asked.
“I am me. Me is he. We are thee!” Brakelatabasaasta responded. Without giving the Rhino a chance to say anything else, Brakelatabasaasta spoke up again. “Whatcha doing?”
“I’m a trader from the California system. I’m hauling oxygen to Planet Pittsburgh,” the man replied, still sounding confused. “Listen, is this some sort of joke, because if it—”
Before the man could finish, his Rhino turned into a splendid show of orange and yellow fire, his escorts soon following suit.
Aww… the Rhino-man go boom himself… Brakelatabasaasta thought sadly. Suddenly, as if materializing from nothing, a large, Osiris-class Battleship appeared roughly four kilometers away, just in front of Newark Station, and proceeded to blow the crap out of every other ship within its range.
Brakelatabasaasta stood silent for almost a minute, and then tried to scan this newcomer to see what he could learn about it. All he was able to find, however, was an identification tag that clearly stated that this ship was with the “Phantoms”, whatever that was, and that it was marked as the “Oblivion”. Brakelatabasaasta opened a private channel to this “Oblivion”.
“Hi! Do you want a walnut, my Phantom-friend?”
Once again, there was silence, and the newcomer continued to blow all of the surrounding Patriots, Piranha, and Starfliers to oblivion.
Teehee… “Oblivion”… it’s funny cause that’s its name! Brakelatabasaasta thought. Shortly after, there was a response.
“And just what is that supposed to mean, mortal?” The voice behind the transmission sounded cold and unwelcoming, but Brakelatabasaasta didn’t know what unwelcoming was.
“I just wanted to know… Hey! Um… did you kill the Rhino-man?” Brakelatabasaasta asked.
“Most likely. Why? Was he a friend of yours?” asked the voice mockingly.
“Yup. But that’s okay, ‘cause now I’ve got you!”
There was another moment of silence on the radio.
“I’m sorry,” replied the battleship captain, “But did you just call me a ‘friend’?”
“Well, of course!” Brakelatabasaasta said with a smile on his face. “You’re my new best buddy!”
“I would reconsider that. You would be wise not to call me friend, for I would sooner die than be thought of as the friend of a lowly human such as yourself,” the Oblivion said, just as it chopped a Large Transport in two with its primary cannons.
“Aww, that’s mean, mister. But that’s alright. I still love you.”
Before the Oblivion could reply, three Liberty Dreadnoughts came onto the scene, each accompanied by four Liberty Cruisers and dozens of Guardian VHFs. The Oblivion fired off four torpedoes, taking out two of the Cruisers. Then, just as it had appeared, the Oblivion suddenly vanished from sight.
“You should hope that we never meet again,” came the voice of the mysterious battleship captain.
“Seeya later, then!” Brakelatabasaasta called happily after the Oblivion. He switched off the communications channel and watched the Liberty fighters search around in confusion for a good five minutes before calling on one of the remaining Cruisers.
“Hello there, Navy-dude! Would you like a peanut?”
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So this was just a short story about Brakelatabasaasta, giving people a better idea about just what kind of guy he is. I didn't put this in the biographies topic because it's not exactly a biography, just a continuation of Brakelatabasaasta's life.:D
Walnuts, peanuts, chestnuts, hazelnuts… Blueberries!
Brakelatabasaasta looked up to see that a new convoy had just exited the trade lane from West Point Academy. It was a Rhino, with two Startrackers escorting it. He hailed the Rhino, hoping to share this newest profound thought with it. There was a moment of silence on the radio before the ship responded.
“This is DSE yellow seventeen to Civilian Starblazer, responding to your call.”
Brakelatabasaasta could hear the boredom in the voice behind the radio. The voice belonged to a man, probably in his early- to mid-forties. Brakelatabasaasta was eager to cheer him up.
“Hello there, happy-man! Might I interest you in a chestnut?”
Again, there was silence, this time slightly longer than before.
“Who is this?” the man finally asked.
“I am me. Me is he. We are thee!” Brakelatabasaasta responded. Without giving the Rhino a chance to say anything else, Brakelatabasaasta spoke up again. “Whatcha doing?”
“I’m a trader from the California system. I’m hauling oxygen to Planet Pittsburgh,” the man replied, still sounding confused. “Listen, is this some sort of joke, because if it—”
Before the man could finish, his Rhino turned into a splendid show of orange and yellow fire, his escorts soon following suit.
Aww… the Rhino-man go boom himself… Brakelatabasaasta thought sadly. Suddenly, as if materializing from nothing, a large, Osiris-class Battleship appeared roughly four kilometers away, just in front of Newark Station, and proceeded to blow the crap out of every other ship within its range.
Brakelatabasaasta stood silent for almost a minute, and then tried to scan this newcomer to see what he could learn about it. All he was able to find, however, was an identification tag that clearly stated that this ship was with the “Phantoms”, whatever that was, and that it was marked as the “Oblivion”. Brakelatabasaasta opened a private channel to this “Oblivion”.
“Hi! Do you want a walnut, my Phantom-friend?”
Once again, there was silence, and the newcomer continued to blow all of the surrounding Patriots, Piranha, and Starfliers to oblivion.
Teehee… “Oblivion”… it’s funny cause that’s its name! Brakelatabasaasta thought. Shortly after, there was a response.
“And just what is that supposed to mean, mortal?” The voice behind the transmission sounded cold and unwelcoming, but Brakelatabasaasta didn’t know what unwelcoming was.
“I just wanted to know… Hey! Um… did you kill the Rhino-man?” Brakelatabasaasta asked.
“Most likely. Why? Was he a friend of yours?” asked the voice mockingly.
“Yup. But that’s okay, ‘cause now I’ve got you!”
There was another moment of silence on the radio.
“I’m sorry,” replied the battleship captain, “But did you just call me a ‘friend’?”
“Well, of course!” Brakelatabasaasta said with a smile on his face. “You’re my new best buddy!”
“I would reconsider that. You would be wise not to call me friend, for I would sooner die than be thought of as the friend of a lowly human such as yourself,” the Oblivion said, just as it chopped a Large Transport in two with its primary cannons.
“Aww, that’s mean, mister. But that’s alright. I still love you.”
Before the Oblivion could reply, three Liberty Dreadnoughts came onto the scene, each accompanied by four Liberty Cruisers and dozens of Guardian VHFs. The Oblivion fired off four torpedoes, taking out two of the Cruisers. Then, just as it had appeared, the Oblivion suddenly vanished from sight.
“You should hope that we never meet again,” came the voice of the mysterious battleship captain.
“Seeya later, then!” Brakelatabasaasta called happily after the Oblivion. He switched off the communications channel and watched the Liberty fighters search around in confusion for a good five minutes before calling on one of the remaining Cruisers.
“Hello there, Navy-dude! Would you like a peanut?”
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So this was just a short story about Brakelatabasaasta, giving people a better idea about just what kind of guy he is. I didn't put this in the biographies topic because it's not exactly a biography, just a continuation of Brakelatabasaasta's life.:D