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Heres a little something for ya'll, a story about a ship gettin sucked into another sci-fi universe, but which one? find out later on.
Comments and Crit are sought after so plz comment.
Here you are -
Prologue : -
The huge ship floated through the endless black void of space like some fish swimming in a black pool. The huge engines of the leviathan burning vast quantities of fuel, flames bellowed forth from them like a dragons flaming breathe. Its hull creaked as it went into hyper speed. The Engines exploded in a blast of blue flame as specialist fuels were injected to make hyper speed possible. The stars flashed by the viewing ports in seconds and whole planets were left behind as the ship flew through space. The great Aquila at the front leads the way through the black abyss and into the unknown.
The metal halls echoed with the thrum of engine activity, the constant sound annoyed Higus. The vibrating coupled with the rocking of the ship made him stumble from side to side; he had never had good ship legs. His boots rang off the metal grill floor as he stumbled on. What was making the hyper speed so unstable? An answer he would get later on, he just didn’t know.
“Frag sake, turbulent tin can this ship is,” He said to himself as it rocked sharply to the left. A servo skull flew past him, even it was slightly wobbly. A tech priest followed with more servo skulls, he had no bother with turbulence for his legs had long since been replaced with rubberised tracks. Finally Higus reached a blast door, he quickly typed in the opening codes. With a hiss of steam and the grind of ceramite pistons the door opened sliding to either side and into the wall.
He walked into his working quarters, just under the main command bridge. He was quite a high ranking individual. He pulled up his great coats collar and buttoned the sleeves. And raised his Aquila peaked cap. He was always meant to look smart; although he didn’t always succeed.
“Ah so there is our engine master,” The second captain announced, his thick moustache bobbing on his pronounced lip. He was chubby man who needed a walking stick just to stay up. One of his arms was a mechanical augmentation after an apparent engine fuel accident way back.
“Indeed it is,” Higus said loudly gesturing an Aquila sign greeting before taking to his station of work. His servitors were already regulating fuel and speed, their mechanical limbs hitting the touch screens in smooth rhythms. The thrum of the engines was hardly audible from his station, so far away from what he was actually regulating.
He stared out the blast window, into the black abyss that was space. The turn of the Forty second millennium had brought many changes; mainly that humanity once more explored uncharted regions of space, no longer the cornered dog being hunted down by pathetic xenos races.
The secondary bridge was a dome of glass, even the floor was but blast glass. With shining steel control panels and snaking wires sandwiched in between the two floor layers of glass. It almost resembled a spider’s web being crushed between two panes of glass. The panels light reflected all over the glass dome, in such a place glow globes were not needed. Great swirls of space dust and energy flew around the ship, the leviathan class ship – ‘The pride of Callagan’ was the biggest of her kind, so large it had its own weak gravitational pull.
He checked over a data interface a few times, tapping the odd touch screen button and generally trying to look as if he really had something to do. They were on a hyper speed east course to find apparently new planets for the Imperium. If any ship could handle it ‘The pride of Callagan’ could. The ship was a floating armoured legion or two. It was more than capable of levelling cities with but a salvo of its broadside shots. An entire imperial guard force along with supporting vehicle and three Warhound titans resided within the bowels of the ship; the floating fortress could invade planets or wipe them out, at but the touch of a single button.
He hummed a prayer tune that he had always found quite catchy. His data panel brought up a message, which was quickly read out loud by overhead vox casters.
“We need immediate engine power loss, going back to cruising speed.” Higus tapped a few buttons and cranked an ancient initiation cog wheel and power drained from the engines, with a very mild jolt the ship began to slow down quickly and calmly. He smiled as the vox casters issued another quick message.
“Thank you Sarr Higus, well done.” He popped a smoke stick into his mouth and lit it with a flash of his promethium igniter. A small cloud of sweet incense scented smoke drifted through the air. He closed his eyes as the calming smell filled his senses. He was not addicted to the drug; he was addicted to the beauty of the calming nature of the aroma.
A spark flew from the data panel, he jolted back from the sparking machine, servitors stared dumbfounded at the panel as it cracked and exploded outwards. He looked up at the domes control chair, his captain staring at him sharply beneath his Aquila hat.
“What the frag happened there?” The captain asked slowly, keeping his voice calm and smooth.
“I don’t know sir, it just sparked wildly then exploded,” Higus answered, stuttering like a madman under the Captain’s hard gaze. Higus looked around at one of the servitors, it head missing and the cables that had been attached to it sparking and flailing madly. The astropath began to scream madly, clutching his head and running around in pain. The deafening screams cracked the glass of the dome. Lass swirled around him as the glass shattered and he was sucked out into the darkness of space. Higus’ final words uttered from his freezing lips as he seen what the ship was heading for.
“Into the Abyss.”
Last edited by LordLickly; August 8th, 2009 at 13:48.
woow brilliant job looking forward to moredance:
Thanks there man..
It's quite a well written effort and I generally don't like picking apart people's work, but there is something I feel I have to point out...
In the 40K world, Imperial ships would use Warp Travel and not hyperspace. For all I know you could have done it deliberately as you did say this was meant to be a crossover, but I thought I should mention it.
And the physics nerd part of me want to also point out that your line "so large it had its own weak gravitational pull" is unnecessary. Any object with mass has a gravitational pull; it's just that every object on earth is so small compared to the massive mass of the planet that such effects aren't obvious. Perhaps "noticeable gravitational pull" would be more accurate.
You can ignore the physics nerd though, if you like.
Changes within the hour i assure.
The noise in the deck room was that of every day, soldiers chatting and swapping their old stories. Sergeant ‘Warshack’ pressed his finger against his temple, trying to think. What had caused such an event that the entire lower ship was in turmoil? His Odth helmet was by his side, he decided he needed to find out want it stood for. At the turn of the 42nd millennium and the beginning of the 43rd the Imperial guard were issued new armour and weapons, no longer a herd of soldiers to be slaughtered the Imperial guard were a proper military organisation.
“Hey, Pretorius what does Odth stand for on our helmets?” Warshack asked holding the helmet up, his gruff and gritty voice cutting through the other conversations in the bay.
“Orbital drop trooper helmet, sort of fits since were orbital drop troopers and they‘re our helmets,” His friend and comrade smiled back at him fitting his helmet on and sealing it onto his main armour. That was another change; their armour was now an organic mixture that had the power to regenerate itself given time, although serious damage was fatal. His helmets optical visor flashed blue then green and suddenly he could see perfectly, he took it off; he always checked it each day.
“Frag it’s warm down here, eh?” He asked the empty air. He wiped his dark brown skin of the heavy sweet that coated him. His hair was slick with sweet between his fingers as he ran them through his black hair.
“I hear you, I wish the bloody servitors would come down and fix the ventilation,” Pretorius said checking over his ‘reaver’ class rifle. The reaver class fired a concentrated anti-matter beam. The resulting shot could destroy armour and flesh alike. It was a small weapon, smaller than a lasgun anyway. Most of the ‘Odt’ Orbital drop troopers liked to silence them when going behind enemy lines.
“Yeah, they don’t really care about what happens down here though really,” Warshack said sharply, and rather angrily. Warshack got up, taking off his armour slowly; he had cut the arms of the armour off, leaving his arms from the shoulders down bare, since he said it gave him more movement ability. The golden Aquila medal on his armours right side was as shiny as the first day he had gotten it.
“Damn right they don’t,” A new voice said, Warshack new it as that of Grond. Grond was a hulking beast of a man with a white and black striped Mohawk. He got up, hanging his armour up, his hulking muscles stretching under his light skin. The squad laughed at the bluntness of the giant’s remark, even Warshack.
“Fraggin piece of crap keeps jamming!” They heard Pretorius shouted attempting to ram his silencer onto his ‘reaver’. Warshack grabbed it from his friends hand frowning. He put the silencer in with a simple twist of his wrist.
“Push, then screw,” He said handing it back to his comrade with a cocky grin on his face. His friend simply looked down, his face going red with embarrassment. Pretorius was relatively new to the Odt, although there was someone even newer; Anthony Comrade.
Anthony was a good soldier; his brother had died in alongside ‘Warshack’ on the battlefields of Callagan. Although new Anthony’s military past made his peers respect him. He was lying down with his hands behind his head; he nearly always had his helmet on. A light snoring began to come from Warshack’s mouth, he was fast asleep.
“Hey, Pretorius,” Anthony said through his helmets vox emitter. He was facing Pretorius now, lying on his stomach.
“Yeah Anthony, what’s making you think, it’s unusual for you,” Pretorius smiled, Anthony returned the favour.
“Is Warshack like, you know, the Warshack who fought on the fire mines of Lavarous?” Anthony asked getting up and taking his helmet off, first time that week.
“Yeah, he sure has been around man.” Anthony nodded at his friends answer. He returned to putting his helmet on and lying down again, soon there was no sign of him being awake under his armoured helmet.
Pretorius looked around at his sleeping squad mates, each one of them didn’t know what they were heading to, neither did the staff, he wondered when they would find out where they were going. He was a genius if he knew, however he didn’t and so would never be called a genius.
He smiled and layback in the rough bed, his head sinking into the soft pillow. He closed his eyes shut, thinking of home. His home world of Florinza was a beautiful place, full to the brim with fields and trees. That was until S-Week. S-Week was the week that the planet was swamped by nuclear war, the surface ravaged only pockets of survivors held out against the tide of mutants or insane survivors, even fewer got away from the planet. He was one of those few.
*The boarded windows let little of the acrid air in; the humming ventilator was the only supply of clean air. His gun felt heavy in his hand, an old double barrelled shock cannon. Sweet coated him, his thin hair was slick with gun grease and sweat combined .He sat down heavily on the old wooden chair in his living room. His door handle rattled. He walked over and opened the viewing flap. The hideous face of [/I]a mutant greeted him.
“Flesh!” It screamed, he levelled the gun through the viewing slit and pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed through the slit, coating his face in the life blood of the mutant.*
He woke up on the floor, his neck hurt and he spat blood. Red lights were flashing around the room. His squad mates were waking up, some already running up. He felt himself being lifted up; one; no two people were carrying him. He was swaying from side-to-side, the ship was rocking badly.
“We leave no man behind,” He heard the familiar voice of Anthony Comrade say to his left. He looked around, seeing the helmeted head of his comrade. He looked to his right; Warshack simply puffed smoke in his face and laughed.
“I wanted to but rookie over there wouldn’t let me.” With that said Pretorius smiled and darkness took him.
Last edited by LordLickly; August 13th, 2009 at 16:27.
looking good llcant wait for next update
Thanks man! Next chapter introduces the final main main main character, Nova.