Exile Part II

[DarkOddity]

Suggested Pre-Read: Corsairs: The Exile of Dark Oddity

The Exile: Part II

Sheffield Station, Manchester - 0400 Universal Time

It was early morning in Manchester, the trade lanes and communication channels were dead silent. Aiden patrick sat at his desk in the captains quarters of the Aldebaran studying sensor logs from bretonian satelites, tracking oddities here and there. Out of nowhere, Aiden broke the silence; "Cross." he said, seemingly to noone as the room was empty except for him. Moments later a small hologram appeared infront of him. The hologram was roughly 8" tall and bore the appearance of a slender and attractive female, this brought a smirk to Aiden's face though hidden by stress.

"I need you to track Corsair activity within Bretonia, see if you can find any of the transponder signals I've been trying to track." Aiden said to Cross. "Yes Sir," the ships AI Responded, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" After a few moments of thought and the hologram sitting motionless, Aiden asked, "Is there any word on the prototype module being built for you?" she replied, "Yes the prototype is nearing completion. I apologize for the inquiry, but why are you pushing for this so much?" Aiden pondered momentarily before responding, "You lost your body serving me, the leasts I can do is try to give you something back." the hologram gave a slight nod of acknowledgement and flickered off.

Sitting in his quarters Aiden was thinking to himself, wondering about what the results of the project would end up being. Aiden went to lay down in his bed, quickly falling asleep and into a state of dream recalling memories of his past.


Somewhere in Omicron Gamma - 2100 Universal Time, 1 standard month prior.

"Aiden!!" a female voice called out. Aiden spun his fighter around seeing his wingmate, ship spining in circles. Aiden spoke over the comms system, "God! I hate it when you do that!!! How many times have I asked you not to act like you got shot down by the last suck-ass we are fighting?" the woman chuckled, "But I love seeing you whip that fighter around ten times faster than it's rated for." she smiled over the video link of the comms. "I still don't understand how I can love you so much and still hate you." Aiden sighed over the comms, "Let's return to the Taurus, Cross." the woman responding to her callsign replied, "Ok, but we have to go!" Aiden repsonded, "Seriously.. It's just-" she cut him off "Come on! It's the annual Manhattan fair! The biggest event of the year! I really really want to!" she bats her eyelashes at Aiden over the comms. "I'll think about it, for now let's head back to the Taurus."

"This is the Taurus to Viper leader DO-962-8, transmitting final approach vectors and preparing for your wings arrival." the comms officer of the Taurus transmitted. "Let's take 'em in!" Aiden said. After doing standard debriefing Aiden and 'Cross' headed off to the captains quarters to do alitle debriefing and re-briefing of their own. Aiden was a married man but his wife refused to do any type of space travel, let alone on a war ship, so Aiden had to seek fulfillment, both physically and emotionaly, elsewhere. Cross was Aiden's best fighter pilot and a damn good commander, he often entrusted her with the command of the Taurus, the "Defender of Crete" and the only ship to have survived Aiden's Exile, for a time anyways.

Unknown Gamma, 3 Days time from Omicron Gamma Jumphole - 0200 Universal Time

The Taurus sat still, seemingly dead. All of the exterior lighting meant to illuminate the hull of the vessel had been disabled, rendering the Taurus nearly invisible. Cross lay in the bed of her quarters on the Taurus, depressed. It had been 3 days since she ordered the crew to take all their fighters and shuttles and return to Crete. Cross activated the ships AI and ordered it to move out into the Unknown system off Omicron Gamma.

Cross kept denying Aiden's Exile, repeatedly both out loud and in her head untill she was interupted by the ships AI, "Civilian craft detected." Cross had told the AI to let her know if anything out of the ordinary was occuring around or within the vessels sensor range. "Civilian? Identify the vessel." Cross replied to the AI, which swiftly responded, "Transponder not detected, no identification codes or any other means of identification. Ship is classified as a Civilian Starflyer, Ultra-Light Fighter."

The Starflyer must have been on autopilot because it was flying straight at the Taurus, and nearly collided with the massive Zoner made Juggernaught. The measley civilian craft was nearly destroyed but was saved by it's proximity sensors that normaly prevents it from ramming into any debris in it's flight path during auto pilot circumstances, resulting in a mere bounce off the hull of the ship, waking up it's occupant.

Cross sent out a communiqe to the fighter asking for an ID only to be greeted by Aiden's face, she fell to her knees and began crying in disbelief. She did not have any idea where he could have been or whether or not he was even alive considering the Elders had ordered the remnants of his fleet to be completely destroyed. The mass display of firepower launching from the planetary surface of Crete obliterating the Commanders fleet, including his personal Yacht. The Taurus was the only ship that escaped, but that was only because Aiden had ordered Cross to take it to Omicron Alpha and discretely 'watch' the Hispania project being run by the outcasts while he headed to his inevitable Exile.

"Payback is a bitch isn't it?" Aiden said over the comms. "Screw you, get your ass into the landing bay, I'll meet you there." Aiden chuckled and landed the craft in the Taurus' shuttle bay. Aiden barely had time to get out of the piece of crap excuse for a spacecraft the Elders permitted him to disembark with on his exile in before he was quite literaly tackled to the ground by Cross and assaulted into the fiercest hug he had ever experienced.

A couple hours later... ;)

Aiden and Cross, or more formally known as 'Isabell Valencia Lourdes,' a well respected Corsair Ace Pilot, sat comfortably in eachothers arms, almost forgetting they were sitting a ship with no crew at a dead stop in the middle of nomad space. Twenty minutes later while they were in deep discussion and Aiden was explaining what had passed during the last few days, the Taurus' alarms sounded and the AI interupted almost simultaniously, "Nomads just decloaked to port, over-riding Lady Isabell's shield deactiva-" the AI cut itself off mid-sentence, "-Shields have been hit, unable to raise them." Izzy quickly responded, "Do what you can to hold them off, do whatever is neccessary." the AI's comm link into the quarters they were residing in flickered off and Izzy turned to Aiden. "We have to get out of here, I did some stupid things with the ship when I lost you, theres no way it will survive this nomad fleet now." Aiden grimaced and agreed.

The ship was shaking and vibrating from the continued barrage of nomad weaponry, every 5 minutes the ship AI announced a severe decrease in hull integrity. The pair raced to the hangar bay to board a shuttle but the bay had already been beaten on by the nomad weaponry pretty harshly and all that remained was a single medical shuttle. It wouldn't be very fast, or agile but the craft would have to do. The pair ran to the shuttleand prepared to launch.

Getting the craft up and running was tasking at best, but it was better than having to reconstruct one of the other craft crushed by parts of the hangar bay collapsing ontop of the other space craft due to the immense barrage of firepower. If the ship wasn't running on AI Already, it would have been destroyed long ago. Every minut the Taurus survived increased its odds by 5% as it swiveled it's massive Battlerazors one direction then the next firing at the nomad ships and it's corsair rapid fire turrets at the enemies turret emplacements along their ships. Unfortunately it was far too late for any amount of firepower to save the Taurus. The massive Zoner Juggernaught exploded, taking 40 Nomad fighters and 2 of the 4 capital ships down with it in the blast.

The medical craft had managed to launch and get roughly a kilometers distance away, but that wasn't good enough, one of the remaining nomad ships was still in range and opened fire. A barrage of energy fire flew past the shuttle before a round finally hit the suttle with such force it destroyed one of the two engines on the craft, forcing it inside the medical craft. Unfortunately due to the design of the craft, the engines were placed near the bridge as you will and upon the engine being forced inside the craft, shards of bent metal plunged through the co-pilots chair and blood splattered all over the viewing port...

The Aldebaran Resurected, Sheffield Station, Manchester - 0430 Universal Time

Aiden shot up out of bed, sweating bullets the size of tank shells. He wished he could tell himself it was only a dream, but it was infact true, and had only happened recently.

To Be Continued....

[Once again, open for discussion, openions, comments and whatnot! I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.]

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[McNeo]

Very good, i like the style of writing with the present first and the past later. niiiiice :D . Somtimes i wish i had the patience to write that much :laugh:

[Nightfall]

DO, please! 'Manchester' not 'Menchester' english is your natal language, not mine :lol:
Otherwise -- please continue, I'm waiting for the rest.

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[DarkOddity]

roflmao @ Nightfall :D
Gimme a break man I wrote that at like... 4am my time after being up for 18 hours :P lol

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[Nightfall]

lmao, I know, I noticed the time of the post, that's why I brought it up, had to find an error of some sort... hehe, if you get only praises, you'll 'raise your nose' :P

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[DarkOddity]

Haha a very true statement :D

Considering the structure of that sentence I take that as a compliment Nightfall. :) Thank you! :D

I think I'm going to go ahead and write Part III right now, since I'm home alone. Mm home alone I can do whatever I want.. I'm going to write! I love writing... *jibber-jabbers on some more*

You know, I like getting Aiden laid.. especially considering his "mistress" doesn't have her body anymore haha.

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Totally offtopic Nightfall, it's weird but on my PC I see your sig images like they are supposed to be, black stripe with transparent top/bottom, but on my girlfriends laptop I see the "transparent" portions as white bars, unfortunately.

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[Nightfall]

--- on the totally offtopic bit: I know, sometimes it just shows what it wants... no idea why.

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[MystacX]

You write like a pro.

If only I had the time to write again... Ah maybe when I'm done with the house.
Gonna start something tonight myself.

Excellent read.

[Angel]

Very well written, hope to read the rest very soon.

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