Short start to origional story
Posted: 2005-07-24 12:01am
Read this and tell me what I need to do to make it less sucky, and also if the premise vaguely interests you. If it does give the say so and I'll write some more.
Here it is---
The UECSFS Audacity drifted through the loose conglomeration of asteroids between Jupiter and Mars on a routine survey mission. She was an ugly little vessel, her cylindrical form covered in armored plates, bulbous protrusions, a veritable forest of antennae and several bulky turrets, each carrying a maser, that, relative to those of the rest of the fleet was of medium power. If one were to look closely they might even take note of several missile tubes.
These tubes would normally be stocked with high powered nukes strapped to high acceleration rockets. These could be used to turn humanity's enemies into molten slag in one of two ways, in the first, most obvious way, they could simply be accelerated at the enemy until said enemy was within the weapon's lethal radius. At that point it would detonate. The other, far more precise, method was to attach a special assembly to the weapon which would aim at a predetermined target, selecting another one from its priories list should it be unable to locate the first, and then detonate the thermonuclear warhead. While the assembly would only remain whole for a fraction of a second this would be all the time necessary to funnel the vast majority of the bomb's awesome destructive power into an X-Ray Laser. If the weapon's aim had been true this fear inspiring beam of sheer destructive force would then proceed to incinerate whatever it had been aimed at.
This was irrelevant for the Audacity at the moment because of the fact that her missile weapons had been removed to make room for a large number of survey probes. Because, after all, who would bother attacking a survey ship, especially one that was firmly within Earth's sphere of control?
Captain William O'Connor would have to kick the gormless twits who'd put him in command of this useless tin can in the teeth twice now. Once for putting him in command of the floating scrap heap in the first place, and then one more time for having stripped away his best weaponry, and not leaving any on the off chance that something, like, well, this, would happen. For at least the hundredth time since he'd taken command two weeks ago, he pondered how he'd gotten himself stuck on this floating coffin, and for what must have been the 10th time in as many minutes he wondered if he was going to live to administer those well deserved kicks to the teeth...
Here it is---
The UECSFS Audacity drifted through the loose conglomeration of asteroids between Jupiter and Mars on a routine survey mission. She was an ugly little vessel, her cylindrical form covered in armored plates, bulbous protrusions, a veritable forest of antennae and several bulky turrets, each carrying a maser, that, relative to those of the rest of the fleet was of medium power. If one were to look closely they might even take note of several missile tubes.
These tubes would normally be stocked with high powered nukes strapped to high acceleration rockets. These could be used to turn humanity's enemies into molten slag in one of two ways, in the first, most obvious way, they could simply be accelerated at the enemy until said enemy was within the weapon's lethal radius. At that point it would detonate. The other, far more precise, method was to attach a special assembly to the weapon which would aim at a predetermined target, selecting another one from its priories list should it be unable to locate the first, and then detonate the thermonuclear warhead. While the assembly would only remain whole for a fraction of a second this would be all the time necessary to funnel the vast majority of the bomb's awesome destructive power into an X-Ray Laser. If the weapon's aim had been true this fear inspiring beam of sheer destructive force would then proceed to incinerate whatever it had been aimed at.
This was irrelevant for the Audacity at the moment because of the fact that her missile weapons had been removed to make room for a large number of survey probes. Because, after all, who would bother attacking a survey ship, especially one that was firmly within Earth's sphere of control?
Captain William O'Connor would have to kick the gormless twits who'd put him in command of this useless tin can in the teeth twice now. Once for putting him in command of the floating scrap heap in the first place, and then one more time for having stripped away his best weaponry, and not leaving any on the off chance that something, like, well, this, would happen. For at least the hundredth time since he'd taken command two weeks ago, he pondered how he'd gotten himself stuck on this floating coffin, and for what must have been the 10th time in as many minutes he wondered if he was going to live to administer those well deserved kicks to the teeth...
