The Liberty Dreadnought moved with misleading retardation, a slow, fully visible fortress in the distance.
It was only when the first pulsing projectiles hurtled past Nick's cockpit that he realized they were firing on him.
He hit the comms and calmly hailed his attacker.
'To the captain of the Liberty Dreadnaught, I have no interest in conflict with you, please cease your fire.'
The next group of projectiles swarmed toward him with furious velocity and he strafed to the left simultaneously thrusting forward.
The swarm buzzed angrily by, passing harmlessly into the distance.
'I repeat, I have no desire to fight you, please cease firing, you are only wasting Ammo!'.
Suddenly his comms angrily sprang to life.
"Hostile Cruiser class vessel, you have no business in Alaska, this is Liberty Navy territory, our orders are to kill all unauthorized craft on sight."
Nick laughed to himself and hit the comms again.
'Look fellas, I won't be shooting back, but there are some blue and purple folks around me that might not be so understanding.'
"Do not presume to threaten us, we are the.... WHAT THE HELL.."
'Warned ya.'
Suddenly Incandescent streaks of blues and purples filled the space around Nick, the space around him was filled with pulsating blues and purples and death rained upon the Dreadnought in the distance.
Nick concentrated with all his might and spoke to the mass.
'Stop!'
**No**
'Stop!'
The Dreadnought exploded silently, a mute firework display in the distance.
H slumped into his chair.
'How the heck am I supposed to make friends with you lot shooting at everything?'
**No**
'No what?'
**No**
'A little less cryptic would be great!'
**Humanity not friends**
'Why not?'
-Silence-
Nick stared at the New York Jumpgate in the distance. He could make out it's silhouetted shape against the softly glowing star.
'How will they receive me? As a hostile?'
He stared for a while longer and let more time pass.
He needed answers.
He needed friends.
He would be patient, someone would come through that gate, someone with answers!
***Awaken my pet.....my pretty face and angel eyed fury*** Gentle's psyche force mind reached across the void to his former camrade in arms. ***your comms...open them pretty eyes......let me see you once more my murderous little fire torch***
Unconsciously Angelfire opened the comms and saw the ancient cybernetic face of the Phantom Gentle.
"hello pretty sweetmeat long time no killy little together......is your head still a mess like it always was. COmplex deranged and beautiful......aaaagh yes I can feel your rage and hatred little fury....burning man"
The shining cyberframe of the Phantom shakes slightly as a giggle is emitted from between the shining filed teeth of Gentle.
"And look you have such interesting friends.....thought they will be leaving you now.....they feel my presence and they.......wonder and worry" Giggles.
**Come.......you and I have work.....much work....humanity is sick and twisted and corrupt.....i want the eyes of the enemy for the temple.......the eyes of the pretty humans......I can see their souls now....especially the corrupted ones....most of them......I await your presence at the anomaly in Omega 3.....I will draw its power into your conduit soul.......You will burn with that unholy fire and fury once more....pretty destroyer...come**
Gentle waited. His limited patience was wearing thin and he could feel his wrath beginning to build. A junker transport appeared on the scope near the Cambridge JH in Omega 3. A passing diversion while he waited for his pretty little plaything to return home.
Gentle extended his prescience and conscousness into the Junker transports cockpit and scanned the two pilots.
"hello there my pretty little blue eyed gypsies....*Giggle*.. I love those eyes you have. Give them to me.....NOW!" The Corsair Gunboat manouvered to a flanking position on the transport and the guns purred into life.
"this is junker transport alpha 34......NOooooo....WE ARE TAKING FIRE FROM A PHANTOM VESSEL..................."
Gentle smiled as the transport class vessel leaked hydrogen fuel briefly before the ships oxygen supply provided the necessary ingredient for the resulting explosion. Watching the Central Hull frame coming apart Gentle pursued the escape capsule so that his quarry could provide the eyes he required for his devotions to the temple.
"Where is my lovely little fire man. he would have loved this......his psyche is weak.....weak.... they are shielding him from me...the curious little blobbies. They will not thwart me from taking back my plaything. If he cant come to me...... I shall go to HIM.
Gentle punched in a course for the liberty system and began devising his plot to gain access to the liberty gate that led to alaska. A few tortured LSF and maybe a well beaten navy pilot should release a few codes. At least enough time to get in and out.
gentle smiled as he closed on his junker quarry. Firstly despatch of the filthy corrupt souls then take their eyes to the temple and then its clear all the way to liberty. *chuckles*
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