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NeoViper
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Joined: August 19, 2001
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From: Connecticut, USA, Earth
|  Posted: 2004-01-21 19:02
This is a story that I wrote on a bus trip that was 22 hours long. At first I wrote a story about Neo as a Cruiser pilot, but it was shallow, and not that exciting. Anyway, I dont know how this will be recieved... but here goes,
Dont be wierded out by me using my name for this, it is a charecter... I like to think it is me if this were real, but that is idiotic.
The Ship USS Lancer in high orbit of Earth, January of the Year 2112.
0234 Earth Time
In the distance, the Deck Officer, Ensign Walker sees a lone ion trail of an incoming fighter. Upon notice, he takes his digital scope out to visually identify the ship. He sits up in his chair and sets the scope on the desk. He then keys his microphone, “Control, this is Watchtower 1. I have visual of inbound… range… 750Gu and taking an intercept course.”
“Roger that Watchtower 1, continue to track target. I will instruct the pilot to switch to your frequency and you call him in, copy?”
“Copy Control, I will instruct on your command.” There is a brief silence, as Walker flips a few switches on his control panel. As he does, blue lights begin to rotate and flash in the launch/receive bay. The floor personal begin to move into the set receiving positions. As they do, day to day, working on a UGTO Carrier Dread, has its boredom and repetition. Walker smiles to himself at that thought. Soon he himself will move through the ranks of the UGTO Navy, and one day perhaps command such a ship.
“Trap 1, this is Dragon 847, request permission to land, over.”
“Roger Dragon 847, permission granted. Land in bay 1… You have the ball, do you require holo assist? Over.”
“That is affirmative”
Unseen to the pilot, Walker leans forward and flips a switch marked HOLO. The bay lights darken to half intensity, and two projection cameras begin to whirr, and a beam of light shoot from both out of the bay into the dark space. What the pilot sees is nothing short of breathtaking. As the pilot manipulates the controls of his agile B27 fighter, in front of him, a bright blue and red runway now illuminates the sky coming out of the bay on the side of this ship. The UGTO Dread class ship is a wondrous sight to behold as is, but in this light, “Trap 1, this is Dragon 847. I have the ball.”
“Roger Dragon, pad 7 will be your docking station. I have a beer and a room waiting!” Walker then notes on his scanner, the speed of the incoming fighter. He is a bit alarmed at the velocity of the little bird. He watched for a few seconds as he sees the fighter weaving back and forth at acute angles, just as he reaches for his mic key button, he can audibly hear the engine on the little fighter spool down, and his speed do mimic the noise. Dragon 847 comes in for an uneventful landing on pad 7. To cold to touch, the fighter is left to stand while the hull warms up, and the pilot runs his stand-down checks of his systems. Interested n welcoming new people to the ship, Walker steps down the steps and starts walking to the ship. Just then, he notices something he only read about in the academy… There is a Galactic Navy emblem on the side of the ship… Walker feels his throat drop into his stomach. Never did he think he would see a GTN pilot this soon in his career. It was made clear that GTN Officers stayed at the battle front commanding alliance forces in the war. There must be something serious going on, to have GTN ranks on the ship. He stands at attention at the steps of the ladder as the canopy starts to hiss, and open on this ship. Once the cockpit is fully open on the ship, Walker holds his stance a little tighter, and salutes the new visitor, “Welcome aboard the Lancer Sir.” Walker barks.
"Thank you Ensign, do me a favor will you?” the young pilot asks.
“Anything Sir.”
“Relax…” Smiles the pilot. “My name is Neo Viper, It is an honor to be aboard your ship. Due to my flying I am a little early, can you show me around and perhaps some food?”
“It would be my pleasure. Could I lighten your burden and take your things for you?” Walker asks, reaching for Neo’s Helmet and flight gear.
“All but this…” Taps his briefcase.
“ I understand. Allow me to get my things, and find a replacement. Then I can show you around. When were you supposed to arrive again?” Walker asks between radio chatter with his replacement.
Neo looks at his watch and smiles, “ In like… 17 hours.!”
“ We will have to get you a room to rest in as well. No worries Admiral, I will get you situated. Does Command know that you have arrived?” Walker inquires as he leads Neo to the door that leads to the interior of the ship.
“ I am supposed to be coming in my command ship. I opted to come in quietly, there is something in the air, and I do not think that a GTN Flagship would look good in front of a scout fleet. No need to worry anyone… yet.” Neo smiles.
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1900 hours, Earth time.
The meeting room of the USS Lancer.
Neo sits and looks around the room of Admirals. All of the ship commanders of the scout fleet sit in the room and talk quietly amongst themselves. Neo seems to notice he is outranked but all but the Captain typist in the back of the room and 2 Fleet Admirals aides. “There is no problem here,” he thinks to himself. Just then, a FA looks over to him, and studies Neo’s badges and medals. He then comes upon the GTN insignia on his right shoulder and his eyes grow in size for the fraction of the second that it takes for Neo to notice it. As the FA makes eye contact with Neo, the room is called to attention. Neo stands up at attention as does the rest of the room. Just as the room quiets, a young looking Vice Admiral opens the door and in steps Fleet Admiral Tobin. He goes to his seat at the head of the table.
The Admiral surveys the room, and waits for it to settle down, “OK gentleman, I have called this meeting to allow Admiral Neo Viper from the frontline GTN fleets to speak on our new orders from Command. Neo…”
The room seems to glare at the new speaker in the room, Neo stands up and heads to the window in the room. He stands there for a long look out and says, “Gentlemen, I am here to assume command of this fleet. There is no way to break this lightly, GTN has suffered severe losses fighting the combined forces of the K’Luth and ICC in Wolf. We cannot continue to stretch GTN forces any thinner. Command has issued GTN a standing order to assume command of this scout fleet and the main Earth battle group. I am sorry to cut your leave short, but my cruiser will be repaired and re-outfitted in less then 24 hours. My orders are to prepare this fleet and have you meet me in Earth orbit in 72 hours. We will be heading straight to the front then. That should allow your men to salvage some time to prepare and at least have some quiet time before war. Are there any questions?”
The room falls silent. “Sir, will you be the new Fleet Commander?” asks the FA that was eyeballing Neo before.
“No admiral, I will only delegate GTN orders to your Fleet Commander. The fleet will remain under the Command of Admiral Tobin.” He states flatly, noting the cynical attitude on the breath of the FA.
“What is the situation Neo?” Tobin asks.
“ Sir, the situation is this. We are holding ground at the Ross 248 system. GTN is the only fleet in the system, due to the K’Luth using our reserves to defend Luyten. UGTO as a whole are losing too many pilots to combat, politics, and retirement. The other Clans do not understand the importance of keeping the Bugs out of reach of the home system. They waste their resources on defending too far out.
Tobin looks around the room at the commanders. Some of these men have been under the command of Tobin since they graduated the academy. Even through all this and the new risks put on all their lives, Tobin knows Neo and knows his father and brother. He knows that Neo would not be here if the situation were not dire. “OK Neo, we will have the complete fleet assembled to your specifications and I will see you in Earth orbit in 72 hours.” Tobin looks once again at his commanders and says, “Gentlemen, make the necessary preparations to the fleet, and keep me informed. Dismissed!”
As the room clears out, all that are left in the room are Tobin and Neo. Tobin then walks up to Neo and shakes his hand and says, “Congratulations on making the GTN ranks. This should boost your already beaming career. Your father must be proud.”
“Thank you sir. I am just sorry that my place in the Navy has led to assuming command of my mentors fleet.” Neo frowns.
“ No worries my friend. It is all for the best. I understand that you are going to see the GTN council at earth, if you see your father, say hello for me?”
“ I will sir.” Neo comes to attention, salutes. Then he heads for the door. To prepare for war.
Edit, for sig
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[ This Message was edited by: NeoViper on 2004-01-25 08:52 ]
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Fattierob
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| Posted: 2004-01-21 19:49
Very nice. it sets the stage for the next part...
soon you, too, will have droves (5) of people asking you to make the next part..keep it up..
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Ceridan
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From: Canada
| Posted: 2004-01-21 20:02
Well Im not a novelist(nor im I a writer), but I do like science fiction story... I also append to like Fanstastic Medieval and FanFic).
And here's my opinion(umm did I hear you take a loud breath:))
You have potential, and that story could go far...
So keep up the good work Neo.
[edit] cleared some speling error
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Axianda The Royal
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From: Axianda
| Posted: 2004-01-22 05:12
Weeeeeeee
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Victor Davion [TSLTB]
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| Posted: 2004-01-22 14:53
nice story, keep up the good work.
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NeoViper
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From: Connecticut, USA, Earth
| Posted: 2004-01-25 06:42
I am working on the second part.... it is all written up, I have to edit it and get it in here... took many hours... hehe
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NeoViper
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| Posted: 2004-01-25 08:57
Torpedo Cruiser USS Pitbull
Mid-January 2112
1430 Earth time
In long jump, Sol to Ross248
Neo sits calmly on the bridge of his ship. His subordinate officers busy in the lazy operations of a typical, boring system jump. Going over the fleet layout, Neo adds the two scout fleets to the current roster of ships currently in Ross defending from the ICC invasion. He works up the orders for assigning the four EAD’s, three Carriers, five Battle Dreads, and over fifteen Cruisers to the battle front. Proper deployment of the new forces could turn the tide of the battle to free the people of this system. Deploy them inefficiently, and he may as well throw away the ships.
“SIR! Receiving GTN secured transmission,” states the comms officer.
“Patch it into my stateroom lieutenant,” says Neo as he heads for the door on the left of the bridge.
The ship commander walks through the door, which moves out of his way automatically to receive him. As the door hisses and begins to move, the armed marine snaps to attention and salutes the passing officer, who then fires off a hurried salute himself.
The room is medium sized. All manor of trophies, souvenirs, and pictures hang on the walls and rest on the countertops that follow the contour of the walls. In the center of the room is a large solid mahogany table, too big and heavy for even four strong people to lift… even if it was not bolted to the floor. The high-backed chair sits on one side of the table, made from soft suede. The two chairs on the other side of the desk made from the same kind of wood as the table with leather stuffed cushions… one would think this a over priced study room in someone’s house.
Neo sits in his chair; he then opens the drawer in the center of his desk and presses a button. A three screen monitor array of plasma screens then comes down from the ceiling. The bottoms of the screens when completely down are level with his desktop. Right in front of the desk where he sits, the main screen is as wide as his desk is, and the other two screens shoot off at angles attached to each side of the main viewer. It gives Neo a panoramic view of whatever he wants on the screen. Each screen is a full four feet tall, and contains at this moment critical ship systems status on the left and right screen and on the center view screen, he can pan a external camera to view the exterior of his little ship. The design of the screens placement is near perfect. When sitting at his desk, if he looks left or right far enough to see past the screens, he is actually going to see out behind him, the full window wall, out into space.
Neo then says, as if talking to someone in the room, “Ensign, on my viewer please.”
“Transmitting now Sir,” is the unseen speakers reply.
Just then, a large GTN logo in shows up on the main center screen, just as quickly it is going, replaced by the distorted image of a man. The GTN Commander has a large cut over his eye and is bleeding profusely from it, running down his face and staining his otherwise spotless uniform. “Attention GTN: I am stranded. Request ANY assistance as soon as possible… under attack and being tracked by K’Luth forces… secure materials aboard cannot be lost… will self-destruct if confronted with capture. I am at coordinates -5.0.17.27 in Ross system. Over.”
As he sees this, Neo is obviously disturbed. He calls his first officer into the room,” Anderson, come in here please.”
Thirty seconds later, a tall man, out of uniform walks into the room, “Yes sir, what can I….” and is cut short by the look on his friends face.
“Navigation,” Says Neo, his face white from the stress of current information, “Set course for the coordinates that I am about to send you, QUCIKLY!”
“Yes sir, coming out of jump immediately to realign,” is the reply.
“Comms,” Neo waits for the computer to make the necessary channel adjustment, “Contact the scout fleets, and have them report to Admiral Demorian as soon as they get into range in Ross”
“Yes Sir!”
“Tactical,” pauses, “Get a scanner running, make sure the marine compliment is ready, and set the Pitbull to condition Red!”
“Yes Sir, making necessary changes.”
The speakers crackle, “Sir, jump sequence begins in fourteen seconds, we will be at those cooderinates in seven minutes,” Reports Navigation.
“Thank you,” Neo replies and then turns to Anderson, “ My brother Challenger is being chased by a K’Luth Fleet. He is almost dead. The worst part is, he has a QSB on his ship, and he will destroy himself before letting the K’Luth get their hands on it.”
“My God, what do you need me to do Sir?”
“Get dressed and meet me on the bridge,” They both head for the door.
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“Sir, exiting jump in sixty seconds,” Reports Nav.
“Tactical Report!” Neo barks.
“All systems ready and charged. Energy level and reserve power stable. Reactor online and running, scanner online. All weapons ready and charged!” Is the reply.
“Comms, Send a GTN Secure transmission to the Flagship, inform them of our situation, and have a supply and combat escort meet us in the area, final jump to be determined later.”
“Yes Sir!”
Just then, the small cruiser comes out of jump space, making a visible shockwave that can be seen for many hundred Gu. Challenger’s EAD, badly crippled sits off Neo’s left side. Plasma is venting from all three engine nacelles, there is a hole big enough on his port side to park the Pitbull in.
“Sir the Saber is 650gu out, he has set up a secure local channel to communicate, and I am patching It through.”
“Put it on my main screen,” Neo motions to the larger of the four screen on the center console in front of him.
A static filled picture then shows up on the viewer, “Neo! You have to get this cargo out of here. There is a Hive here, supporting no less then six combat ships. They cloaked just before you arrived,” says a battle shook Challenger.
“Get the cargo, you and your advisors ready for transfer, I am coming up to dock.”
“I will not leave my crew and ship Neo,” Challenger argues.
“You will, and you will do it fast. Who else knows how to use what you have… only you have the activation codes. Brother, I will not be reporting your death to anyone this day. Please do as I say!” pleads Neo. Aggravated by the argument, and what it implies.
“Navigation, Dock with his ship, do not alter your course for anything. Understand me?”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
“Tactical, get one marine squad ready at the loading dock to rush the transfer,” the next order is said.
“Yes Sir.”
“SIR, Claw Destroyer, 400Gu out, on intercept course!!” Reports Tactical.
“Navigation, under no circumstances are you to alter your course… we must get that cargo!”
“Tactical, report on contact!” Neo snaps.
“Sir, he is badly damaged. Moving at half our current speed. His weapons are showing erratic power levels,” is the report.
Neo sits back in his chair and closes his eyes… “Good brother, you hurt him,” he thinks to himself.
“FIRE ALL WEAPONS, Targeting sequence 1 alpha!”
As I looked around, I saw the scene before me. The air was cold and bitter. The colors of the grass faded to ashy grey. There were two houses across the street. They both had nice yards. The only obstacles to make it not a long field, were a tree in the Hemming’s yard, and there was a power pole in the centerline of the properties, but it was only 12 inches from the curb. The problem is; that pole had a steel cable helping to hold it up. And it ran across the divide of the property at an angle from the top of the pole. A neighborhood bully, Adam, had pushed my brother so that he would trip on that wire at a full run, I guess Challenger was pretty pissed off, cause he took a stick and went for Adam. A mistake since he was a bigger boy, and he had a bigger stick. But all the same, Challenger did not care what his opponent, honor was at stake.
Then I saw Adam strike him down with a kick. And Challenger could not get up without exposing himself. But, I had a stick too. We all did in the neighborhood. And mine was made out of a dogwood branch, it was over an inch thick, and taped with yellow electrical tape at the ends 3 inches down to help keep it from splitting. I was walking across the street my stick in hand. As I approached, Adam backed off my brother who then got on his feet. I don’t remember if he ever looked at me, or what he did. I only remember Adam squaring off to me, wielding his stick. I saw his left shoulder drop… he was going to bring that other end of his stick around. I didn’t think. I just meet his stick with mine. Upon the block, I let go of my stick. And I push him with both hands in the chest. I watched him fall, seemed in slow motion. He left his stick on the ground when he got up, I still had not picked mine up at my feet. He started to reach down for his, so I got mine, and held it arms spread out on it, he came in swinging it like a baseball bat. I met his again, only this time, his stick just broke. Then I followed up with an upward motion with the low end, and hit him in the stomach. The force from which, send him into a bow. I then brought the high end squarely on his back, crushing him to the ground.
I looked at Challenger… so young… standing at the ready as if we were fighting hell itself… and I backed down. I lowered my guard, and started to turn to walk away. I saw his eyes narrow at a point just behind me. I dropped my stick and turned to see Adam charge me, tackling me to the ground. I kicked him off me as we tumbled from his momentum. When I got to my feet… I saw him coming, there was a gap between his hands in front of his face, a face that was ready to fight me off. I did not wait. I had never hit anyone before, I had no idea what it took to summon the courage to apply my power. I don’t remember the contact. Only the results. I had struck his upper lip and nose, he now had blood coming from his mouth. Challenger was already walking across the road where I was heading when Adam’s mother came out. When she saw her boy… she lost it.
I remember also, when my dad got home later that night. I used to be afraid of the UGTO Officers uniform. It meant it was time to pay for my mistakes. I was in a room with Challenger. Sitting on a couch across from him. My father, pacing between us. He asked Challenger to tell him what happened. I listened to his rendition, scared at any moment, my father would turn and focus on me. When Chall was done my father, the roughest man I had ever met, he had tears in his eyes, he came to me and put his hand on my head and said,
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“Firing Sir!” as the words leave the tactical officers mouth, the laser array on the Pitbull let loose with their energy. The CL500’s first, they hit the hull of the Claw directly. Then, as if it was using its shield energy to charge its damaged weapons, the Claw turns on its shields. The beams that were just scarring the organic looking hull of the ship, are now repulsed from the hull, and absorbed a few Gu from it by the last remaining shields it had. Just then, the CL2000 lets go. Almost so bright to make the crew looking out the main window of the bridge, the laser charges across empty space, covering the distance to the Claw in a unperceivable amount of time. What is seen, is the large gash, cut into the nose of the smaller ship. Small explosions are seen as the 2000 runs out of steam. Then four AM torpedos are fired. 150Gu out, the Claw is easily seen now that his cloak is damaged, the torpedo’s slam into the ship, causing a chain reaction that takes less then two seconds to make the ship explode into thousands of fragments.
To be continued….
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[ This Message was edited by: NeoViper on 2004-01-25 08:58 ]
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NeoViper
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Joined: August 19, 2001
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From: Connecticut, USA, Earth
| Posted: 2004-01-27 11:55
No good?
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Victor Davion [TSLTB]
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From: Canada
| Posted: 2004-01-27 13:16
is good, really good
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Axianda The Royal
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Joined: November 20, 2001
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From: Axianda
| Posted: 2004-01-27 17:04
realy sweet keep it up 
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Demorian
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Joined: October 06, 2001
Posts: 3406
From: Charlotte, North Carolina
| Posted: 2004-01-27 17:15
Does nobody pay attention the GTN background fiction on the GTN website?  hehehe.
Admiral Weathers is my fictional counterpart's name. Demorian is the name of the original Admiral Weathers' vessel. My ship is the NSS Black Horizon. Hehehe... but seriously, lookin good, Neo. Keep up the good work!
-Dem
PS. *ponders writing more of Solarity*
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Jamesbond
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Joined: February 05, 2003
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From: Venice Florida
| Posted: 2004-01-27 21:05
Excellent fiction Neo definetly keep up the good work!!!!
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Challenger
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| Posted: 2004-01-28 23:05
hehe Demorian wait till you read mine, if that isnt off from the website i dont know what is 
Good job brother looked better then your original hand writting
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NeoViper
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From: Connecticut, USA, Earth
| Posted: 2004-01-29 08:07
I will edit it Dem for the final. I am asking people to be charecters now, and asking that they tell me information like that. =)
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