Starting a new original sci-fi story.
Posted: 2006-01-19 09:56pm
I've been working on my other story, The Runners (which is posted here somewhere,) but the trouble is that it's already too big for the school literary magazine, so I drew up the intro to a shorter story about a small snippet in time during a game of Star Trek Armada (Star Trek vs Star Wars mod) that I played a while go.
The Watchline
One must not make the mistake of mentioning the Watchline without mentioning the Omega bomber. While more imposing shapes, like the massive battleship Star Crest or the ungodly powerful Fallen River stations, loom the perpetual night of deep space; none of them would survive without their workhorse, the Omegas. They were Star Crest’s Sword.
The Shield of Ira.
The Soul of the Watchline.
By themselves, they were thoroughly unimposing. A single fighter craft with no life support gear, the two weakest plasma cannons in the entire Allied fleet, and a pair of missile launchers. As a cohesive unit, they ceased to be one thousand individual starfighters, and became the fangs of the defensive force. Hundreds of warships had attempted to breach the Watchline. Many attacks destroyed at least one fighter. Some had even destroyed heavy cruisers. One fifty-ship assault had claimed four Dreadnaught cruisers, two Windyshine stations, Paladin (Star Crest’s sister ship,) and even the Fallen River-class station Potterstol. Two squadrons worth of Omega bombers had also fallen. Even with the greatest losses the Alliance had ever endured, fifty burnt hulls were now being broken down or refitted at Allied shipyards.
A grim testimony to the savage effectiveness of the Watchline, and their Omega fighters.
The Watchline
One must not make the mistake of mentioning the Watchline without mentioning the Omega bomber. While more imposing shapes, like the massive battleship Star Crest or the ungodly powerful Fallen River stations, loom the perpetual night of deep space; none of them would survive without their workhorse, the Omegas. They were Star Crest’s Sword.
The Shield of Ira.
The Soul of the Watchline.
By themselves, they were thoroughly unimposing. A single fighter craft with no life support gear, the two weakest plasma cannons in the entire Allied fleet, and a pair of missile launchers. As a cohesive unit, they ceased to be one thousand individual starfighters, and became the fangs of the defensive force. Hundreds of warships had attempted to breach the Watchline. Many attacks destroyed at least one fighter. Some had even destroyed heavy cruisers. One fifty-ship assault had claimed four Dreadnaught cruisers, two Windyshine stations, Paladin (Star Crest’s sister ship,) and even the Fallen River-class station Potterstol. Two squadrons worth of Omega bombers had also fallen. Even with the greatest losses the Alliance had ever endured, fifty burnt hulls were now being broken down or refitted at Allied shipyards.
A grim testimony to the savage effectiveness of the Watchline, and their Omega fighters.