05-26-2010, 02:26 PM
"... Mommy... Mommy... Where are you mommy...?"
"... I'm all alone without you..."
"... Where... are you...?"
"... Why wasn't daddy moving...?"
"... Why was daddy covered in red...?"
"... Why did daddy not look back at me...?"
"... Mommy... I need you mommy..."
"... Please... it's so dark... in here..."
"... Mommy.......... sniff........... help............... me..................."
... What... be that again...?
Katarn Dragonbourne once again opened his eyes to find himself where he last left himself: on the Captain's chair of the Orocin's Bridge...
The emptiness of the room from lack of people gave an eerie peace: the consoles surrounding the Bridge were buzzing actively amongst themselves in various notes and tones like an orchestra of beeps and whistles; the low lighting, due in part to helping the old veteran sleep better, now made an uneasy atmosphere of darkness and dread on the now-awake man; the windows, however, that surrounded the walls of the Bridge in a 360-degree vision, were shining with a deep-orange hue from the Omega-7 Nebula, the light splashing parts of the room in dark-orange.
It seems that the Prison Liner Orocin had just entered a trade-lane, and soon pulses of light were vibrating past the Bridge windows.
[color=#99FFFF]... Hmmm... this be a soft picture in me heart...
Suddenly a nearby intercom goes off in static, then the frequency quickly adjusted itself into a relatively-monotonous female voice:
The old man was just about to reply with positive feedback when suddenly his head goes off into a wave of splitting headaches, "ARGH!!! CURSE THESE DAMN DREAMS!!!"
"Eh? Level 1 symptoms...? What be that mumbo-jum--- PFAAARGH!!!" The headache pulses again, this time with a vengeance.
"... Argh... must... concentrate..." Katarn was through this before... The solution was found long ago by accident...
*****Flashback
"What ye be doin, Katarn?! Ye be givin up, now?! It be only the third day!"
"... Ugh... I be... havin a headache... from a bad dream..."
"Ye pansy! Why, if I be yer daddy I be slappin ye silly fer yer weakness! I be grabbin the floggah, pullin ye by the ear and be strappin ye to me knee te be wacked silly till the Gold mines be screamin yer name and be weepin tears o' silver! I be makin sure yer ancesters be wailin an' screamin in despair as each slap o' me hand be shakin the very bonds ye have with 'em!
"... Sir... I be... not in the moooood..."
"Ye damn right I be not in the mood, ye lead-bellied, toad-stoopin, back-sassin, hookie-playin, food-gluttonin, ship-arsin, danger-seekin, underwear-grabbin, woman-pissin, frakker-chippin..."
"... Must... drown out... nooooiiiiiise..."
Flashback*****
The old veteran took in and released three breaths, each one slower than the former, until the last one he held it, then released it. His senses started to relax, and he went into a deep sleep... In the darkness of his eyes being closed he focused on a single, imaginary point in the space, and then focused all of his energy into that point...
... And then... he felt... peace...
"... Screams of pain... Ark of hope..."
"... New way... Many paths... Revelation..."
"... The roads less traveled... The signs less seen..."
"... Tears of Joy... Wails of Grace..."
"... The Black Sheep... Welcomed with desparation..."
"... Doubt... Test... Victory..."
"... Fear for the past... Onwards to the future..."
"... Leadership... Courage... Faith..."
When Katarn was done, and that he came back to reality, his headache had all but disappeared...
The old man raises his eyebrow at the computer's words, [color=#99FFFF]"... Uh... what ye be sayin, Elizabeth...?"
All of a sudden the Scanners' Consoles go off in a whistle as the ship nears the end of the trade-lane.
"What be these ships ye say...?"
The old veteran's eyes raised with suspicion. ... An Aquilon?! HERE?! IN OMEGA-7?!...
... Hmmm... I wonder what the purpose be o' the Zoners bringing here a ship o' that size...
... But... I also wonder if they be hearin o' her... A Zoner captain be bound te know somethin, eh?
"Elizabeth... Proceed te go closer te Freistadt and establish a secure channel with the Aquilon-Class Capital Ship..." Katarn sits back at the chair upon finishing his command.
As the Orocin disengaged from the trade-lane sequence upon reaching the other side Freistadt Base came into view... as well as the two alleged ships the computer notified the old veteran about.
The first observable ship was, of course, the biggest one: the Beaconsfield looked dominating over the relatively-weak Orocin; its turrets, though some were designed to be for mining, most of them were powerful and scary in their own right; the armor was glistening over the orange Omega-7 sun, a testament to the owner's love and care, making sure the crew in it would feel safe.
The second ship was a Virage: although it didn't look like much it was actually armed to the teeth; its black, foreboding hull would strike fear into any normal civilian, while the weapon systems would prove such fears very well...
Elizabeth established a local channel towards the two ships so as both of them could respond accordingly. The old veteran stood up from his chair and looked onward at the mining vessels, "...Uhm... Captain o' the Zoners... May ye be able te help an' ol' man in his time o' need?"
For a moment it seemed the ship didn't respond to his hail... Then the comms came alive when one of the Holographic projectors were showing an reasonably-elder man somewhere in his early 30's: he was the captain of the Beaconsfield, as proof of the source of the video feed, "How may I be of help?"
Katarn's eyes shone with a now-relaxed tone, and he put on his usual wide grin, "... Thank ye lad...
"I be lookin fer someone... She be a Corsair lassy... be 50 o' 40 years since I be seein her, and... I be lookin fer her fer a looooong time... Her name be... Clare Campeche...
"... Have ye seen her, o' at least even heard o' her?"
Another long pause came from the man, apparently he was thinking of an appropriate answer to the old veteran. Soon he was ready to reply, and looked at the old veteran with an intentional look, "Hmmm... If it's a Corsair you seek I would suggest heading South. I haven't met anyone of that name... Although you may find the information you seek deeper in the Omegas."
Somehow the old veteran was expecting that generic answer, "Aye, but... I be comin there already...
"I be lookin fer her... She be travelin all across Sirius, seekin fer... somethin... I be not sure, but..."
The captain raised an eyebrow at the reply, but his eyes were getting sadder as the talk continued, "Hmmm... Interesting... The only other alternative would be to search the Omicrons which are beyond the Omegas."
Another generic answer... but... somewhat helpful, actually, "... Hmmm... Maybe... It be a looong time since I be goin te the Omicrons..."
Finally, the man's face looked consoling, and he said in a gentle tone, "... I understand how you feel... I too have lost someone precious, although I am sure of her fate...
"My heart goes out to you, sir."
The old veteran was touched at the captain trying to emphasize with him. He smiled back with a sad feeling inside, "... Aye then... I be sorry fer ya, captain...
"... *sigh* Thank ye fer yer time..."
The elderly man turns to another person somewhere in his part of the feed hidden from view, and nods an affirmative to him. He then looks back at the old veteran and says, "Take this, and may luck be with you."
All of a sudden, one of the consoles beep excitedly upon the man's finish of his sentence:
The consoles brighten up again when the comms respond once again, only this time with a different voice: it was the pilot of the Virage, "I only wish we could help you better."
Katarn couldn't believe his ears: was Elizabeth saying that this noble captain he was speaking to had just decided to give away 1 Million Credits to help this old man in his quest?
The old veteran's grin grew wider still, and his eyes sparkle with a new light, "... Ah! A generous gift ye be givin!!! Thank ye, HAHAHA!!!... Now me spirit's a'been raised, thanks te ye, captain."
The man on the video feed returns an appreciative smile at the veteran, "If I see her I will be sure to look you up, captain."
"...Aye... Thank ye once again fer helpin this ol' man in his time o' need..." By this time he was on the verge of starting to shed tears from the kindness shown towards him.
"You are quite welcome." He nods in affirmation.
The old veteran turns towards the intercom and says to the computer, "Aye, Elizabeth... Let's be off, now..."
But before the ship started to go off Katarn remembered something. He turned back to the holographic video feed of the elderly man and said, "... Oh... and... if ye find her, captain... tell her...
"... I be keepin me promise te her..."
The elderly man nods once again in reply, "... I understand... Farewell, captain."
As the Orocin ventured off and continued towards the Battleship Hood, he remarks loudly to himself, unknown to him that the holographic feed with the Beaconsfield was still on, "... Ah... te be young again, HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"... I'm all alone without you..."
"... Where... are you...?"
"... Why wasn't daddy moving...?"
"... Why was daddy covered in red...?"
"... Why did daddy not look back at me...?"
"... Mommy... I need you mommy..."
"... Please... it's so dark... in here..."
"... Mommy.......... sniff........... help............... me..................."
... What... be that again...?
Katarn Dragonbourne once again opened his eyes to find himself where he last left himself: on the Captain's chair of the Orocin's Bridge...
The emptiness of the room from lack of people gave an eerie peace: the consoles surrounding the Bridge were buzzing actively amongst themselves in various notes and tones like an orchestra of beeps and whistles; the low lighting, due in part to helping the old veteran sleep better, now made an uneasy atmosphere of darkness and dread on the now-awake man; the windows, however, that surrounded the walls of the Bridge in a 360-degree vision, were shining with a deep-orange hue from the Omega-7 Nebula, the light splashing parts of the room in dark-orange.
It seems that the Prison Liner Orocin had just entered a trade-lane, and soon pulses of light were vibrating past the Bridge windows.
[color=#99FFFF]... Hmmm... this be a soft picture in me heart...
Suddenly a nearby intercom goes off in static, then the frequency quickly adjusted itself into a relatively-monotonous female voice:
~~~PLEASANT MORNING, KATARN. WHAT IS THE RESULT OF YOUR RECUPERATION?~~~
The old man was just about to reply with positive feedback when suddenly his head goes off into a wave of splitting headaches, "ARGH!!! CURSE THESE DAMN DREAMS!!!"
~~~SCANS INDICATE YOU ARE SUFFERING UNDER LEVEL 1 SYMPTOMS, KATARN~~~
"Eh? Level 1 symptoms...? What be that mumbo-jum--- PFAAARGH!!!" The headache pulses again, this time with a vengeance.
"... Argh... must... concentrate..." Katarn was through this before... The solution was found long ago by accident...
*****Flashback
"What ye be doin, Katarn?! Ye be givin up, now?! It be only the third day!"
"... Ugh... I be... havin a headache... from a bad dream..."
"Ye pansy! Why, if I be yer daddy I be slappin ye silly fer yer weakness! I be grabbin the floggah, pullin ye by the ear and be strappin ye to me knee te be wacked silly till the Gold mines be screamin yer name and be weepin tears o' silver! I be makin sure yer ancesters be wailin an' screamin in despair as each slap o' me hand be shakin the very bonds ye have with 'em!
"... Sir... I be... not in the moooood..."
"Ye damn right I be not in the mood, ye lead-bellied, toad-stoopin, back-sassin, hookie-playin, food-gluttonin, ship-arsin, danger-seekin, underwear-grabbin, woman-pissin, frakker-chippin..."
"... Must... drown out... nooooiiiiiise..."
Flashback*****
The old veteran took in and released three breaths, each one slower than the former, until the last one he held it, then released it. His senses started to relax, and he went into a deep sleep... In the darkness of his eyes being closed he focused on a single, imaginary point in the space, and then focused all of his energy into that point...
... And then... he felt... peace...
"... Screams of pain... Ark of hope..."
"... New way... Many paths... Revelation..."
"... The roads less traveled... The signs less seen..."
"... Tears of Joy... Wails of Grace..."
"... The Black Sheep... Welcomed with desparation..."
"... Doubt... Test... Victory..."
"... Fear for the past... Onwards to the future..."
"... Leadership... Courage... Faith..."
When Katarn was done, and that he came back to reality, his headache had all but disappeared...
~~~SCANS INDICATE YOU HAVE ALREADY MASTERED LEVEL 2. LOGIC DICTATES KATARN MUSTN'T EXPERIENCE LEVEL 1 SYMPTOMS AT LEVEL 2 MASTERY. LOGIC DOESN'T COMPUTE. DATABASE SYSTEMS INCONSISTENT WITH CURRENT FIRST-HAND DATA~~~
The old man raises his eyebrow at the computer's words, [color=#99FFFF]"... Uh... what ye be sayin, Elizabeth...?"
All of a sudden the Scanners' Consoles go off in a whistle as the ship nears the end of the trade-lane.
~~~KATARN. SCANS INDICATE THAT TWO NOTABLE VESSELS ARE COMING UP UPON LONG-RANGE SCANNERS~~~
"What be these ships ye say...?"
~~~SCANS FURTHER INDICATE THAT THE NEAREST OBJECT IS A ZONER AQUILON-CLASS BATTLESHIP UNDER THE IDENTIFICATION OF BEACONSFIELD, CODE-SCARLET THREAT LEVEL AND IS CURRENTLY IN ORBIT ABOVE OUTPOST FREISTADT~~~
~~~THE SECOND OBJECT IS A ZONER FIGHTER NOT REGISTERED INTO CURRENT SHIP DATABANKS UNDER THE IDENTIFICATION OF BAN'EYK, CODE-RED THREAT LEVEL AND IS ALSO CURRENTLY IN ORBIT ABOVE OUTPOST FREISTADT~~~
~~~WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS REGARDING THESE TWO SHIPS, KATARN?~~~
~~~THE SECOND OBJECT IS A ZONER FIGHTER NOT REGISTERED INTO CURRENT SHIP DATABANKS UNDER THE IDENTIFICATION OF BAN'EYK, CODE-RED THREAT LEVEL AND IS ALSO CURRENTLY IN ORBIT ABOVE OUTPOST FREISTADT~~~
~~~WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS REGARDING THESE TWO SHIPS, KATARN?~~~
The old veteran's eyes raised with suspicion. ... An Aquilon?! HERE?! IN OMEGA-7?!...
... Hmmm... I wonder what the purpose be o' the Zoners bringing here a ship o' that size...
... But... I also wonder if they be hearin o' her... A Zoner captain be bound te know somethin, eh?
"Elizabeth... Proceed te go closer te Freistadt and establish a secure channel with the Aquilon-Class Capital Ship..." Katarn sits back at the chair upon finishing his command.
~~~AFFIRMATIVE, KATARN. PROCEEDING TOWARDS CONTACTS~~~
As the Orocin disengaged from the trade-lane sequence upon reaching the other side Freistadt Base came into view... as well as the two alleged ships the computer notified the old veteran about.
The first observable ship was, of course, the biggest one: the Beaconsfield looked dominating over the relatively-weak Orocin; its turrets, though some were designed to be for mining, most of them were powerful and scary in their own right; the armor was glistening over the orange Omega-7 sun, a testament to the owner's love and care, making sure the crew in it would feel safe.
The second ship was a Virage: although it didn't look like much it was actually armed to the teeth; its black, foreboding hull would strike fear into any normal civilian, while the weapon systems would prove such fears very well...
Elizabeth established a local channel towards the two ships so as both of them could respond accordingly. The old veteran stood up from his chair and looked onward at the mining vessels, "...Uhm... Captain o' the Zoners... May ye be able te help an' ol' man in his time o' need?"
For a moment it seemed the ship didn't respond to his hail... Then the comms came alive when one of the Holographic projectors were showing an reasonably-elder man somewhere in his early 30's: he was the captain of the Beaconsfield, as proof of the source of the video feed, "How may I be of help?"
Katarn's eyes shone with a now-relaxed tone, and he put on his usual wide grin, "... Thank ye lad...
"I be lookin fer someone... She be a Corsair lassy... be 50 o' 40 years since I be seein her, and... I be lookin fer her fer a looooong time... Her name be... Clare Campeche...
"... Have ye seen her, o' at least even heard o' her?"
Another long pause came from the man, apparently he was thinking of an appropriate answer to the old veteran. Soon he was ready to reply, and looked at the old veteran with an intentional look, "Hmmm... If it's a Corsair you seek I would suggest heading South. I haven't met anyone of that name... Although you may find the information you seek deeper in the Omegas."
Somehow the old veteran was expecting that generic answer, "Aye, but... I be comin there already...
"I be lookin fer her... She be travelin all across Sirius, seekin fer... somethin... I be not sure, but..."
The captain raised an eyebrow at the reply, but his eyes were getting sadder as the talk continued, "Hmmm... Interesting... The only other alternative would be to search the Omicrons which are beyond the Omegas."
Another generic answer... but... somewhat helpful, actually, "... Hmmm... Maybe... It be a looong time since I be goin te the Omicrons..."
Finally, the man's face looked consoling, and he said in a gentle tone, "... I understand how you feel... I too have lost someone precious, although I am sure of her fate...
"My heart goes out to you, sir."
The old veteran was touched at the captain trying to emphasize with him. He smiled back with a sad feeling inside, "... Aye then... I be sorry fer ya, captain...
"... *sigh* Thank ye fer yer time..."
The elderly man turns to another person somewhere in his part of the feed hidden from view, and nods an affirmative to him. He then looks back at the old veteran and says, "Take this, and may luck be with you."
All of a sudden, one of the consoles beep excitedly upon the man's finish of his sentence:
~~~KATARN. SCANS INDICATE THAT THE BEACONSFIELD HAS SENT THIS VESSEL AN ADDITION OF 1 MILLION SIRIUS CREDITS ONLY~~~
The consoles brighten up again when the comms respond once again, only this time with a different voice: it was the pilot of the Virage, "I only wish we could help you better."
Katarn couldn't believe his ears: was Elizabeth saying that this noble captain he was speaking to had just decided to give away 1 Million Credits to help this old man in his quest?
The old veteran's grin grew wider still, and his eyes sparkle with a new light, "... Ah! A generous gift ye be givin!!! Thank ye, HAHAHA!!!... Now me spirit's a'been raised, thanks te ye, captain."
The man on the video feed returns an appreciative smile at the veteran, "If I see her I will be sure to look you up, captain."
"...Aye... Thank ye once again fer helpin this ol' man in his time o' need..." By this time he was on the verge of starting to shed tears from the kindness shown towards him.
"You are quite welcome." He nods in affirmation.
The old veteran turns towards the intercom and says to the computer, "Aye, Elizabeth... Let's be off, now..."
But before the ship started to go off Katarn remembered something. He turned back to the holographic video feed of the elderly man and said, "... Oh... and... if ye find her, captain... tell her...
"... I be keepin me promise te her..."
The elderly man nods once again in reply, "... I understand... Farewell, captain."
As the Orocin ventured off and continued towards the Battleship Hood, he remarks loudly to himself, unknown to him that the holographic feed with the Beaconsfield was still on, "... Ah... te be young again, HAHAHAHAHA!!!"