08-06-2009, 03:49 PM
My name is Violette Summers, and my dream is to someday escape the violence and bloodshed that surrounds Sirius.
I was born on Planet Cambridge, 800AS. It was the dawn of the 8th Century of Sirius, and the beginning of my life. My father was a scientist, a man of the Cambridge Research Institute; he dedicated all of his time into creating a new kind of propulsion engine. My mother was a teacher; she taught me almost everything I know today, about the values of the things around us.
By 814AS I was celebrating my fourteenth birthday, and father has been putting money away to buy me a small planeside hover buggy, to practice flying with. We left Planet Cambridge, for the first time in my life, and headed for the ship market on Planet New London. I stared in awe as the vast wonders that open space had to offer, I wanted to see it all. My father chuckled and started to explain some of wonders that I had lay my eyes on, the Tradelanes, the Cryer Research Station and the Talarca Cruiser slowly approaching Planet Cambridge...
We had just arrived at the Jumpgate, when the patrols in the area changed course, headed back to the Planet. That was the pivotal change in my life, when I realised what humanity was...
The planet was in flames, the Talarca cruiser had been full of the reactor fuel ‘MOX’. It had nosedived through the atmosphere, onto the planet’s surface, into the centre of a fully populated city of Dovedale, my home. All that remained was a circle of fire, hungrily swallowing all in its path.
My mother and younger sisters were planet side, and in range of the explosion. My father was driven mad with grief, working harder than ever to help the survivors. What character he had died that day along with the rest of my family, of my life.
Father died of heart failure many months later, after the stress and pressure laid on him by the attack. I was truly on my own now...
I spent the next three years training with the Bretonian Armed Forces, but when it came time to fly a ship into real combat, I couldn’t bring myself to do it, there was a war on and my nation needed me. But I didn’t see the point. Kusari had invaded our space, but it was not my war to fight, it was the people of Bretonia who had to fight, I had dropped from my rank as recruit and thumbed a lift with a freelancer to New London, to the ship market.
I wanted to fly, to explore the far reaches of space, to be free.
The young girl inspected the ship, tilting his head occasionally to view it at a different angle.
“So, are you looking to go freelance then?” asked the ship dealer, trying to analyse the girl.
She Looked old enough to fly, maybe a Recruit? The girl talked with a very neutral accent, impossible to tell where he had grown up,
“Something like that... what’s the safety rating on this?” the girl replied tearing his eyes of the fighter,
“Errm, terrible to tell the truth, fuel leaks into the cockpit, often pilots suffocate in combat”
The girl didn’t seem to care about the prices or the statistics of the ships; she was looking for something, more. Something beyond the ship, she was looking for soul.
“Hmmm, I’ll pass” The girl replied moving on to the next ship,
“That piece of junk will cost twice the tag price, heavily modded you see?”
“I like it, the transition?” The girl asked running her hands over the smooth hull,
“Manual, isn’t payment going to be a problem?”
“Nah, my father promised me I could buy a ship for my birthday, three years ago” The girl said, turning to face the dealer,
“Okay, and how old are you exactly?”
“Seventeen sir” The girl replied.
The ship flew magnificently Violette thought to herself; it was hard to judge as she hadn’t had any experience outside of recruit ships in the BAF training centre. But she was a natural, and the ship responded perfectly to his touch.
She had asked a friendly mercenary to escort him to New York; she had no idea how to get there herself...
“This is Whitewolf of the Mandalorian Mercenaries to Prison Transport Alpha, systems check, we are good to go, don’t mind the kid, she’s just tagging along for the ride”
“Roger that Whitewolf, we are good to go” The prison transport replied,
Whitewolf moved his Orca Gunboat closer to the New London > Manchester Jumpgate and waited, the small BAF prison convoy entered the Jumpgate and Violette entered formation to follow, Whitewolf was soon to follow...
The convoy made it to Birmingham station before hostile ships showed up on the radar,
“This is Whitewolf to hostile ships, identify yourself” there was no reply “This is Whitewolf to-“
The mercenaries sentence was cut off as missiles and energy bursts slammed into his shields and hull, destroying his ship instantly,
“This is Birmingham station to all ships in the area, fire upon the hostile ships”
“Get outta here kid, those are Phantoms!” Someone yelled to Desmond over the comms,
Violette didn’t wait around to find out what Phantoms are, she engaged cruise and headed away into the tradelane. Her retreat was cut short as a missile hit the tradelane, disrupting its power, and a cruise disrupter hit her engines, stopping her dead in his tracks.
“What have we here?” a haunting voice croaked over the comms,
“My name is-” Violette started,
“Save it rookie” A second, female voice shrilled,
“The kid probably hasn’t even killed anyone yet, no point hitting them while they’re young” a third voice muttered,
“Let’s leave the kitten to grow nice and big before we blow her apart then” the female replied,
The small black ships engaged cruise and disappeared upwards, into the darkness...
Violette had only been in open space just over an hour, and she was starting to dread it already.
//OOC Feel free to feedback, but not here, as I plan to add more...
I was born on Planet Cambridge, 800AS. It was the dawn of the 8th Century of Sirius, and the beginning of my life. My father was a scientist, a man of the Cambridge Research Institute; he dedicated all of his time into creating a new kind of propulsion engine. My mother was a teacher; she taught me almost everything I know today, about the values of the things around us.
By 814AS I was celebrating my fourteenth birthday, and father has been putting money away to buy me a small planeside hover buggy, to practice flying with. We left Planet Cambridge, for the first time in my life, and headed for the ship market on Planet New London. I stared in awe as the vast wonders that open space had to offer, I wanted to see it all. My father chuckled and started to explain some of wonders that I had lay my eyes on, the Tradelanes, the Cryer Research Station and the Talarca Cruiser slowly approaching Planet Cambridge...
We had just arrived at the Jumpgate, when the patrols in the area changed course, headed back to the Planet. That was the pivotal change in my life, when I realised what humanity was...
The planet was in flames, the Talarca cruiser had been full of the reactor fuel ‘MOX’. It had nosedived through the atmosphere, onto the planet’s surface, into the centre of a fully populated city of Dovedale, my home. All that remained was a circle of fire, hungrily swallowing all in its path.
My mother and younger sisters were planet side, and in range of the explosion. My father was driven mad with grief, working harder than ever to help the survivors. What character he had died that day along with the rest of my family, of my life.
Father died of heart failure many months later, after the stress and pressure laid on him by the attack. I was truly on my own now...
I spent the next three years training with the Bretonian Armed Forces, but when it came time to fly a ship into real combat, I couldn’t bring myself to do it, there was a war on and my nation needed me. But I didn’t see the point. Kusari had invaded our space, but it was not my war to fight, it was the people of Bretonia who had to fight, I had dropped from my rank as recruit and thumbed a lift with a freelancer to New London, to the ship market.
I wanted to fly, to explore the far reaches of space, to be free.
The young girl inspected the ship, tilting his head occasionally to view it at a different angle.
“So, are you looking to go freelance then?” asked the ship dealer, trying to analyse the girl.
She Looked old enough to fly, maybe a Recruit? The girl talked with a very neutral accent, impossible to tell where he had grown up,
“Something like that... what’s the safety rating on this?” the girl replied tearing his eyes of the fighter,
“Errm, terrible to tell the truth, fuel leaks into the cockpit, often pilots suffocate in combat”
The girl didn’t seem to care about the prices or the statistics of the ships; she was looking for something, more. Something beyond the ship, she was looking for soul.
“Hmmm, I’ll pass” The girl replied moving on to the next ship,
“That piece of junk will cost twice the tag price, heavily modded you see?”
“I like it, the transition?” The girl asked running her hands over the smooth hull,
“Manual, isn’t payment going to be a problem?”
“Nah, my father promised me I could buy a ship for my birthday, three years ago” The girl said, turning to face the dealer,
“Okay, and how old are you exactly?”
“Seventeen sir” The girl replied.
The ship flew magnificently Violette thought to herself; it was hard to judge as she hadn’t had any experience outside of recruit ships in the BAF training centre. But she was a natural, and the ship responded perfectly to his touch.
She had asked a friendly mercenary to escort him to New York; she had no idea how to get there herself...
“This is Whitewolf of the Mandalorian Mercenaries to Prison Transport Alpha, systems check, we are good to go, don’t mind the kid, she’s just tagging along for the ride”
“Roger that Whitewolf, we are good to go” The prison transport replied,
Whitewolf moved his Orca Gunboat closer to the New London > Manchester Jumpgate and waited, the small BAF prison convoy entered the Jumpgate and Violette entered formation to follow, Whitewolf was soon to follow...
The convoy made it to Birmingham station before hostile ships showed up on the radar,
“This is Whitewolf to hostile ships, identify yourself” there was no reply “This is Whitewolf to-“
The mercenaries sentence was cut off as missiles and energy bursts slammed into his shields and hull, destroying his ship instantly,
“This is Birmingham station to all ships in the area, fire upon the hostile ships”
“Get outta here kid, those are Phantoms!” Someone yelled to Desmond over the comms,
Violette didn’t wait around to find out what Phantoms are, she engaged cruise and headed away into the tradelane. Her retreat was cut short as a missile hit the tradelane, disrupting its power, and a cruise disrupter hit her engines, stopping her dead in his tracks.
“What have we here?” a haunting voice croaked over the comms,
“My name is-” Violette started,
“Save it rookie” A second, female voice shrilled,
“The kid probably hasn’t even killed anyone yet, no point hitting them while they’re young” a third voice muttered,
“Let’s leave the kitten to grow nice and big before we blow her apart then” the female replied,
The small black ships engaged cruise and disappeared upwards, into the darkness...
Violette had only been in open space just over an hour, and she was starting to dread it already.
//OOC Feel free to feedback, but not here, as I plan to add more...