Mr_3ppozz

[Mr_3ppozz]

After SoulHunter got his fighter, he was planning on knowing more about that Colonials. After docking at a couple of bases and getting some valuable information from people at bars. He knew for sure where to look. He went to Falkland base, and got some missions to get to know his Viper, in the first couple of missions he took a little beating of some outcast pilots, but nobody was able to even get his shields down. After dozens of missions he was finally satisfied with himself and his ship and wanted to return to Falkland, when his ship was ambushed by a battleship and 3 escort fighters. He knew he was going to be blasted out of the sky, but he wasnt going down without a fight. He made sure his escape pod was activated and that the oxygen bottles were full, and turned the nose of his Viper towards the escorts.

He gave them hell but it wasnt good enough. His hull was nearly destroyed and he had nothing left to repair it. So he made his final turn against the escorts, he was able to shoot one fighter down, and could barely avoid the battering the battleship and the 2 remaining escorts gave him, but was able to make a last run. With his last salvo of torpedos, and all of his energy he got down the second fight, but as soon as the fighter exploded so did his ship and he was ejected into space. Luckily everything worked, but he was far from safe, he managed to get the rifle his father gave him, and shot down the pilot that ejected the same time he did, but not without taking some fire and some debris that collided onto his back.

After nearly 3 hours in space, he was picked up by an IMG Patrol, they brought him back to Falkland base and gave him some medical attention. He came out nearly unharmed, only his shoulders were badly injured. He had to stay out of any kind of ship for the next 2 days and wasnt allowed to fight for atleast 3 months.

SoulHunter just couldnt believe it, his ship was totally wrecked, there was nothing left but the escape pod in wich they found him. When he walked into the bar, he immediatly noticed something, there was someone with a Colonial uniform and he was coming towards him.

Colonial Pilot: That was one hell of a fight you gave them... nice job.

SoulHunter: What?! You saw it happen...?? Why didnt you help me?

Colonial Pilot: I couldnt i was in a recon vessel and they dont carry that much firepower, thats the same reason that you didnt see me. We can see miles more that you do. But i think youre a decent pilot, we could use someone like you.

SoulHunter: Who are "we"? And what good am i, im wrapped up in this stupid silk, i can barely move my arms.

Colonial Pilot: Here is a RV point, get there in 2 hours and we can discuss your future career.

SoulHunter: But how can i get there, i dont even have a fighter left, or do you want me to come in my escape pod?

Colonial Pilot: Dont worry, get to the lauching pad when youre up for it, there is a Viper outfitted with the same stuff that you used. After 2 hours its gone.

The pilot walked away, and looked confident, SoulHunter quickly finished his drink, got to the lauching pad, and there she was. It was allmost an excact copy of his, all it missed was a tiny dent in the front of the nose, but that was quickly solved with a boot.

He got into the Viper, but he could barely reach the stick thanks to his shoulders. If i want something done, i have to get my mind into it, he thought. After 10 minutes of wrestling with himself, he could move enough to get the Viper going and headed for the RV point.

-RV point Tau-44 System 1 hour 45 minutes later-

Soulhunter was hanging around in space for about half an hour, but nothing happened.
Until... untill...
***Incoming missile***
What the !!()*!&#^&$!*...
***Incoming missile***
SoulHunter: Aah, hell... it was a setup.

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Incoming Transmission

You will be tested, defend yourself but know your limit, if either one of you is destroyed, you both will be.

End Transmission

After a short battle with a Colonial Pilot, he got the best of him and got his hull down, until the last inch of destruction.

Your test is over, dock at the nearby base, and get ready for briefing in the bar.


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After months of training, Soulhunter was back to his normal level of skills, his shoulder healed in time and he learned some nice tricks from a couple of the other Viper Pilots.
He was promoted, due to his loyalty and to his will to go on with training, even when he was injured. He made the rank of LTJG and was allowed to purchase a bomber. When he got it, he quickly learned you had to have very different flying skills than in a Viper or any other ship for that matter. The bomber was light to pilot, but just as hard to make a torpedo run in. He was eager to learn, but still he couldnt get the feeling for it and named his bomber; BoneHead. All he would get from flying in that thing, was a head like stone from smashing it against his inside hull. It was obvious he would need over 100 hours in the simulator to get a tiny feeling for how to fly it, but he was persistent to learn it.

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