Story [Issue 28] The Crimson Blades - Part 1

[Kevred 1,586]

                                     

 

                                                                              The Crimson Blades, Part I

 

 

Crimson Smoke

 

In the far future, when the Galactic Terran Empire was at war with The Dysonian Fleet, two commanders were born. Arshton and Andros of Earth. Raised under the Dysonian threat, making weapons as a hobby, they were not strangers to war. Never knowing who their parents were, their only home was a Terran Military Barrack. Eventually the leaders realized Arshton's skill and Andros's cunning, and steadily, they rose in ranking.

 

Beeeeep! Beeeeep!

As the honking continued, I frenetically put on my dusty duty uniform and got on the starship’s bridge.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"The Crimson Blades are attacking again!"

Again? Those pirates had been pummeling us for weeks now, and no reinforcements were arriving. The Star System that filled Sector C was not the paradise I was looking for. Perhaps I should have went with my brother Andros to Sector B.

"Activate Grid Consoles and Shield Amplifiers!" I said, although I already knew it was impossible.

"None left, sir!"

"Weapon Focis and Power Obelisks?"

"Neither, sir!"

Booom! The whole ship shook as several energy conduits imploded. As if I had any more to spare. Screams and smoke filled the bridge.

"Charge up weapons!" I had to repeat my order several times before Sarkas heard it over all the explosions and shouting.

"No energy sir! The E5 energy conduits have ruptured!"

"Get a repair team down there!"

"They can't! All repair teams are either injured or dead!"

"Damn it! I'm going in myself!" I said as I took the elevator down to Deck 6. The elevator slid with thuds and thumps down to Deck 6. The doors open, and I'm assaulted with blinding smoke. Covering my nose and mouth with my arm, I charge down the alley. A hear a explosion in the hallway adjacent to me, and a crewmen gets blasted right next to me. She does not get up. Se wasn't any older than 20. As anger rises inside me, I prop open a panel and then slide in the tunnel behind it and started crawling toward the energy conduits at the end. Suddenly the ship shakes again and the wall to my left shattered. XTS-9 gases started floating in. "This is not good." I muttered. XTS gases can kill you in seconds. One of our first classes in the Terran Cadet Academy is how to recognize Xeno-Titancore Somnifere. XTS-9 is one of the weaker gases, but it’s still lethal if inhaled during a prolonged time. I scrambled down the tunnel, reached the conduit, and started reconnecting them. The grey smoke behind me was slowly floating towards me, and it was blocking the entrance. Finally, I finished fixing the conduits, but it was too late. I barely had time to breach a wall next to me and got out before the XTS gases enveloped me. I cleared out, but I knew I must have inhaled some. The ground started to sway in all the directions, and my vision is blurry. When did my hands turn yellow? In fact, when did I start having 3 hands? Uh Oh. I somehow reached the bridge through the mist of hallucinations, and collapsed on the floor. A crew member rushed forward with one of our last hyposprays. "No, save it...for the... others." I mumbled in a very scary hoarse voice. But he still injected me, and immediately I felt better. The world stopped turning and my crew stopped looking green. I got up as fast as I could.

“Charge up cannons!”

“Cannons ready, sir!”

“FIRE!”

I watched my screen as the first volley of auto-cannons fired. Two of the four attacking Blade Marauder ships were hit and exploded. The two others retreated. "Ship status?"

"Shields are at 13%, and reactors are down, sir."

"Maintain Red Alert, and start repairing those reactors if you want a chance to go home."  

"Yes sir!"

I got back to my quarters and lay down on my bed. It had always like this. Sleep. Get attacked. Eat. Get attacked. Make repairs. Get attacked. Sleep. This routine had been going on forever. Supplies and morale were running out, and the promised reinforcements were not arriving. I'd already imagined the headlines in the newspapers: "Commander Arshton's scout ship gets destroyed on first flight." Not the glory I was imagining. Curse these Crimson Blades. What was so important about our ship anyway? Why couldn't they go and attack another ship? Why were they so bent on killing us? I mean, I knew they were pirates, but pirates attacked for loot, and right now our whole cargo wouldn't be able to afford a single Railgun.

Then the sirens started honking again. Sighing, I ran back to the deck, and asked for the millionth time:

"What's going on?"

"Crimson ships are approaching, sir. But our sensors detect no weapon signature." Sarkas looked at me with a questioningly.

"I don't know any more than you do, Sarkas. But this may be a trap. Stay on your guards."

"Sir! They're... They're... hailing us sir?"

Hailing us? Pirates don't chat, they kill first and ask questions later. It's been like that since the distant past, when there was those big scaly things...what were they called? Dinosaurs, yes, dinosaurs, when there were dinosaurs roaming the Earth. My history trainer told me that when I was still a cadet. I still remember myself asking her how knowing what's a cat and what's not is going to change the issue of the war. In fact, I still don't see the importance now that I'm 17 years old, and commanding a ship.

"Sir, what do we do?" asked Sarkas impatiently. That pulled me back from my reverie. I took a few seconds to recompose myself, straighten up my Captain's uniform, and wipe away the grime in my face.

"Open a channel." I responded.

The main screen flickers with static for a second, and then clears up. I tried to distinguish the man staring at me from the other side of the channel. His face looked strangely familiar.

He spoke up."Surrender your ship, and we'll promise no one will be harmed."

That voice...no, something is definitely wrong here. Then I realized what it was.  

The man that stared at me through the screen was Andros.

 

-End of Part I-

 

 

 

[hogree 4,179]

Brilliant imagination and plot throughout. Well done mate!

[DarthvaderjonGTR 615]

How did he get this published? Is he a reporter?

[Pathfinder 1,690]

How did he get this published? Is he a reporter?

How did he get this published? Is he a reporter?

Yup, he is one of the three new reporters!

[AcE0SniiP 140]

How did he get this published? Is he a reporter?

are you a new reporter too 

[destroyin_it 0]

                                 

   

 

                                                                              The Crimson Blades, Part 1

 

 

Crimson Smoke

 

In the far future, when the Galactic Terran Empire was at war with The Dysonian Fleet, two commanders were born. Arshton and Andros of Earth. Raised under the Dysonian threat, making weapons as a hobby, they were not strangers to war. Never knowing who their parents were, their only home was a Terran Military Barrack. Eventually the leaders realized Arshton's skill and Andros's cunning, and steadily, they rose in ranking.

 

Beeeeep! Beeeeep!

As the honking continued, I frenetically put on my dusty duty uniform and got on the starship’s bridge.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"The Crimson Blades are attacking again!"

Again? Those pirates had been pummeling us for weeks now, and no reinforcements were arriving. The Star System that filled Sector C was not the paradise I was looking for. Perhaps I should have went with my brother Andros to Sector B.

"Activate Grid Consoles and Shield Amplifiers!" I said, although I already knew it was impossible.

"None left, sir!"

"Weapon Focis and Power Obelisks?"

"Neither, sir!"

Booom! The whole ship shook as several energy conduits imploded. As if I had any more to spare. Screams and smoke filled the bridge.

"Charge up weapons!" I had to repeat my order several times before Sarkas heard it over all the explosions and shouting.

"No energy sir! The E5 energy conduits have ruptured!"

"Get a repair team down there!"

"They can't! All repair teams are either injured or dead!"

"Damn it! I'm going in myself!" I said as I took the elevator down to Deck 6. The elevator slid with thuds and thumps down to Deck 6. The doors open, and I'm assaulted with blinding smoke. Covering my nose and mouth with my arm, I charge down the alley. A hear a explosion in the hallway adjacent to me, and a crewmen gets blasted right next to me. She does not get up. Se wasn't any older than 20. As anger rises inside me, I prop open a panel and then slide in the tunnel behind it and started crawling toward the energy conduits at the end. Suddenly the ship shakes again and the wall to my left shattered. XTS-9 gases started floating in. "This is not good." I muttered. XTS gases can kill you in seconds. One of our first classes in the Terran Cadet Academy is how to recognize Xeno-Titancore Somnifere. XTS-9 is one of the weaker gases, but it’s still lethal if inhaled during a prolonged time. I scrambled down the tunnel, reached the conduit, and started reconnecting them. The grey smoke behind me was slowly floating towards me, and it was blocking the entrance. Finally, I finished fixing the conduits, but it was too late. I barely had time to breach a wall next to me and got out before the XTS gases enveloped me. I cleared out, but I knew I must have inhaled some. The ground started to sway in all the directions, and my vision is blurry. When did my hands turn yellow? In fact, when did I start having 3 hands? Uh Oh. I somehow reached the bridge through the mist of hallucinations, and collapsed on the floor. A crew member rushed forward with one of our last hyposprays. "No, save it...for the... others." I mumbled in a very scary hoarse voice. But he still injected me, and immediately I felt better. The world stopped turning and my crew stopped looking green. I got up as fast as I could.

“Charge up cannons!”

“Cannons ready, sir!”

“FIRE!”

I watched my screen as the first volley of auto-cannons fired. Two of the four attacking Blade Marauder ships were hit and exploded. The two others retreated. "Ship status?"

"Shields are at 13%, and reactors are down, sir."

"Maintain Red Alert, and start repairing those reactors if you want a chance to go home."  

"Yes sir!"

I got back to my quarters and lay down on my bed. It had always like this. Sleep. Get attacked. Eat. Get attacked. Make repairs. Get attacked. Sleep. This routine had been going on forever. Supplies and morale were running out, and the promised reinforcements were not arriving. I'd already imagined the headlines in the newspapers: "Commander Arshton's scout ship gets destroyed on first flight." Not the glory I was imagining. Curse these Crimson Blades. What was so important about our ship anyway? Why couldn't they go and attack another ship? Why were they so bent on killing us? I mean, I knew they were pirates, but pirates attacked for loot, and right now our whole cargo wouldn't be able to afford a single Railgun.

Then the sirens started honking again. Sighing, I ran back to the deck, and asked for the millionth time:

"What's going on?"

"Crimson ships are approaching, sir. But our sensors detect no weapon signature." Sarkas looked at me with a questioningly.

"I don't know any more than you do, Sarkas. But this may be a trap. Stay on your guards."

"Sir! They're... They're... hailing us sir?"

Hailing us? Pirates don't chat, they kill first and ask questions later. It's been like that since the distant past, when there was those big scaly things...what were they called? Dinosaurs, yes, dinosaurs, when there were dinosaurs roaming the Earth. My history trainer told me that when I was still a cadet. I still remember myself asking her how knowing what's a cat and what's not is going to change the issue of the war. In fact, I still don't see the importance now that I'm 17 years old, and commanding a ship.

"Sir, what do we do?" asked Sarkas impatiently. That pulled me back from my reverie. I took a few seconds to recompose myself, straighten up my Captain's uniform, and wipe away the grime in my face.

"Open a channel." I responded.

The main screen flickers with static for a second, and then clears up. I tried to distinguish the man staring at me from the other side of the channel. His face looked strangely familiar.

He spoke up."Surrender your ship, and we'll promise no one will be harmed."

That voice...no, something is definitely wrong here. Then I realized what it was.  

The man that stared at me through the screen was Andros.

 

--End of chapter 1--

 

 

 

 

 

wow this is a really good story..i cant beleave someone is 17 and commanding a whole star ship.that life must be stressfull

Edited November 4, 2014 by Kevred
Put some spoilers

[Magnificence 126]

Nice kev, Wish more form you :P

[naca7 143]

Great End! 

Congrats on becoming a Reporter!

[Kevred 1,586]

Thanks everyone. Really appreciated  :)

[pokemonjoe70 4]

hmm, I'm guessing that Andros is wanting to see his brother, of course then again it could just be plot twist. I thought that plot twists didn't happen till at least chapter two

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

Most of Kev's stories end with betrayal..... it's a good theme, it helps to keep the reader glued to the story and wait for more.

[blackjack91 49]

what`s the point of posting these?

[Kevred 1,586]

Most of Kev's stories end with betrayal..... it's a good theme, it helps to keep the reader glued to the story and wait for more.

Lol Pratyush my story didnt end, its my part 1 that ended ;)

 

what`s the point of posting these?

Posting what? The story? Well it's for your entertainement of course :P

[blackjack91 49]

Posting what? The story? Well it's for your entertainement of course :P

Yep the story, LOL, Thank you to be honest I didnt even knew that ^_^

[Raging_Rabbit 1]

This was a great story! You should write full time - I for one would read our books

Edited November 3, 2014 by Raging_Rabbit

[Kevred 1,586]

Yep the story, LOL, Thank you to be honest I didnt even knew that ^_^

You...didn't know its story? :blink:

 

 

Edited November 3, 2014 by Kevred

[CoreHunter111 0]

I really loved this story but how is this related to tanki? Really, I don't care. I just care about how good the story is! LOL! Keep it up!

[Thekillerpenguin 1,731]

I really loved this story but how is this related to tanki? Really, I don't care. I just care about how good the story is! LOL! Keep it up!

Stories in the newspaper don't have to be about Tanki.

[Hatchi04 1]

I really Love making Stories! I really want to be a Tanki Online Newspaper Mod :(   When applications open! Let Me know Plz... i love writing! 

Edited November 4, 2014 by Kevred

[Kevred 1,586]

Entrance reminds me of Transformers: Dark Of the Moon(2011) optimus prime's voice lol

:D watched that too. awesome movie :wub:

[phill4177 115]

Nice work Kev! 

[rambobear11 21]

wow this is a really good story..i cant beleave someone is 17 and commanding a whole star ship.that life must be stressfull

I can't believe a 12year old is this great at stories

[Kevred 1,586]

Actually im officially 13 since november 9, 2014  :P

[trombone_ftw 734]

Actually, I'm officially 13 since November 9, 2014   :P

Happy late Birthday :D

[Tanki_The_Dark_GT 0]

Very good...  :)