The Forgotten Ship.
CplDavis
I hunt the arctic Snonos Join Date: 2003-01-09 Member: 12097Members
I hunt the arctic Snonos Join Date: 2003-01-09 Member: 12097Members
<div class="IPBDescription">My first NS fan fiction. Chapter 1.</div> I was bored tonight so I wrote this. I dont know if Ill keep it going, if I get the time I will.
With the slow decay of time comes the change of many things. New events come welcomed or not, while others are cast aside to yesterday. Some happenings are simply lost and forgotten. Only to be unknowingly rediscovered later on…
Aboard WBMI (Wesly and Bryant Mining Industy) E-Class Deep Space Salvage ship “Decameron”.
It had been a long and dull circuit this time around for the seven member crew of the “Decameron”. Based out of Huron Station in the Lambda 7 System the crew was finally finishing up a 6 week scanner sweep of the surrounding area. While tasked with the goal to potentially find some worthwhile minerals on some of the larger asteroids orbiting Planet L7-6, they had little to show for their time and effort.
“Well guys this was definitely worth my time.” Muttered Payload Specialist Patrick King. “I’m glad I postponed my leave time for this one.”
“Secure that mouth King you knew we might not find anything out here anyways.” Replied Captain Alex Muller. “Mike, set course for home, nothing out here but space dust. And don’t feel so bad King, we’re contractors remember, we get paid the same whether we find gold or crap.”
With a crisp “Roger that.” Ship pilot Mike Shellock of New Chicago, Mars turned to his control panels. A long time pilot he had surely seen the sites of the universe. Nothing much gave him the thrills anymore. He was a kind of a laid back type of guy who liked to enjoy a good beer and a laugh now and then. The events of the past weeks were just another month done and another job completed to him. As he flipped switches and scanned checklists he had memorized years ago his mind wandered to that new hover car he had been eying before they had left for this current assignment… “Heh, better damn well still be there when I get back.” He thought to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud beep tone.
Before Muller could ask,First Officer Kelly Anderson came with a response.
“Long range frequency message hailing our comm system Sir… strange though.”
“Strange in what way?” Doctor and Crew Safety Officer Kyle Nase asked intrigued.
“Strange in that the host transponder beacon is… 93 years old according to our scanners.
“What?” replied Nase.
Muller turned to Science Officer Shawn Thatcher. “Thatcher can you confirm it?”
“Already done Sir. Confirmed at least 93 years, it’s amazing we even picked it up, well maybe not that amazing but still. It’s an old G9 Emergency transponder. Used them way, way back in the day. It’s beyond a relic now. ” Thatcher replied.
1st Officer Anderson played back the beacons message over the intercom. Either because of time or various other conditions the playback quality truly suffered.
<Static… miscellaneous Beep tones>
Then a man’s voice.
“..is is Capt.. ..mes Lipton of the TS. rescue pla...n Gam.. . To any near by ship. .. squad and . … cut off from the main line, we are in a bad way here. Unknown …….. everywhere. We have sev…. sualties onboard. I am broad..sting our c…dinates now. Ship logs are scrambled …. must …. gotten into the mother ..terface. ……………………… <Static> -End Transmission.
“That’s it, that’s all we got.” Replied Kelly. “Now what?”
Muller. “ You all know the rules we have to render any assistance we can by inter-system law. We are heading to help it if we can. Thatcher look back through the records database to see if anything else has been back this way.”
“Uh Cap’n 93 years, Cap’n they are all dead or someone else got to them first.” Said Mining Operations Tech. San Dotsen
“Nope the computer tells we are the first to have received this transmission.” Replied Thatcher.
“Yea of course they are all dead obviously.” Muller said in a quiet tone. “But if that ship is still there we can salvage it. Thatcher, you get anything on the logs? I want to know what type of potential operation we might be dealing with. Assuming its still there.”
Thatcher gave puzzled look. “Nothing comm, the logs only go back 32 years. And nothing since then but a few exploration probes and anther salvage team like us. But hang on, I’m gonna access the ‘ol archives. Hmm gimme a sec.
Thatcher scrolled though the data from decades past while the crew waited anxiously.
“I got it!” shouted Thatcher.
Heads all around snapped to him.
“Lets see here. Four Destroyed Probes, Four Scout craft ships passed by, a few more deep space miners like us. Heh didn’t find diddly either I guess. A few salvage ships, to bring in the lost probes, destroyed for unknown reasons. Hmmm a few cargo ships used this area as a short cut it seems. One of them was lost to unknown reaasons. A rescue party, some boarder world military rescue group went out to get it so I guess we aren’t the first. It doesn’t say much. Says that there was some mishap and the rescue op was lost. No more info.”
Muller nodded his head and arched is brow thinking. “Well interesting, very much indeed. I wonder why no one else came to help. Hmm very interesting. Shawn, did you get the name of that lost cargo ship?”
“Yea boss, some generic small **** private company, a Nano-Storage firm. Lot of those back then. Our lost ship here was called the NS Nancy back in her day. Hmm I wonder who Nancy was? Probably some hottie of the owner or something.”
With the slow decay of time comes the change of many things. New events come welcomed or not, while others are cast aside to yesterday. Some happenings are simply lost and forgotten. Only to be unknowingly rediscovered later on…
Aboard WBMI (Wesly and Bryant Mining Industy) E-Class Deep Space Salvage ship “Decameron”.
It had been a long and dull circuit this time around for the seven member crew of the “Decameron”. Based out of Huron Station in the Lambda 7 System the crew was finally finishing up a 6 week scanner sweep of the surrounding area. While tasked with the goal to potentially find some worthwhile minerals on some of the larger asteroids orbiting Planet L7-6, they had little to show for their time and effort.
“Well guys this was definitely worth my time.” Muttered Payload Specialist Patrick King. “I’m glad I postponed my leave time for this one.”
“Secure that mouth King you knew we might not find anything out here anyways.” Replied Captain Alex Muller. “Mike, set course for home, nothing out here but space dust. And don’t feel so bad King, we’re contractors remember, we get paid the same whether we find gold or crap.”
With a crisp “Roger that.” Ship pilot Mike Shellock of New Chicago, Mars turned to his control panels. A long time pilot he had surely seen the sites of the universe. Nothing much gave him the thrills anymore. He was a kind of a laid back type of guy who liked to enjoy a good beer and a laugh now and then. The events of the past weeks were just another month done and another job completed to him. As he flipped switches and scanned checklists he had memorized years ago his mind wandered to that new hover car he had been eying before they had left for this current assignment… “Heh, better damn well still be there when I get back.” He thought to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud beep tone.
Before Muller could ask,First Officer Kelly Anderson came with a response.
“Long range frequency message hailing our comm system Sir… strange though.”
“Strange in what way?” Doctor and Crew Safety Officer Kyle Nase asked intrigued.
“Strange in that the host transponder beacon is… 93 years old according to our scanners.
“What?” replied Nase.
Muller turned to Science Officer Shawn Thatcher. “Thatcher can you confirm it?”
“Already done Sir. Confirmed at least 93 years, it’s amazing we even picked it up, well maybe not that amazing but still. It’s an old G9 Emergency transponder. Used them way, way back in the day. It’s beyond a relic now. ” Thatcher replied.
1st Officer Anderson played back the beacons message over the intercom. Either because of time or various other conditions the playback quality truly suffered.
<Static… miscellaneous Beep tones>
Then a man’s voice.
“..is is Capt.. ..mes Lipton of the TS. rescue pla...n Gam.. . To any near by ship. .. squad and . … cut off from the main line, we are in a bad way here. Unknown …….. everywhere. We have sev…. sualties onboard. I am broad..sting our c…dinates now. Ship logs are scrambled …. must …. gotten into the mother ..terface. ……………………… <Static> -End Transmission.
“That’s it, that’s all we got.” Replied Kelly. “Now what?”
Muller. “ You all know the rules we have to render any assistance we can by inter-system law. We are heading to help it if we can. Thatcher look back through the records database to see if anything else has been back this way.”
“Uh Cap’n 93 years, Cap’n they are all dead or someone else got to them first.” Said Mining Operations Tech. San Dotsen
“Nope the computer tells we are the first to have received this transmission.” Replied Thatcher.
“Yea of course they are all dead obviously.” Muller said in a quiet tone. “But if that ship is still there we can salvage it. Thatcher, you get anything on the logs? I want to know what type of potential operation we might be dealing with. Assuming its still there.”
Thatcher gave puzzled look. “Nothing comm, the logs only go back 32 years. And nothing since then but a few exploration probes and anther salvage team like us. But hang on, I’m gonna access the ‘ol archives. Hmm gimme a sec.
Thatcher scrolled though the data from decades past while the crew waited anxiously.
“I got it!” shouted Thatcher.
Heads all around snapped to him.
“Lets see here. Four Destroyed Probes, Four Scout craft ships passed by, a few more deep space miners like us. Heh didn’t find diddly either I guess. A few salvage ships, to bring in the lost probes, destroyed for unknown reasons. Hmmm a few cargo ships used this area as a short cut it seems. One of them was lost to unknown reaasons. A rescue party, some boarder world military rescue group went out to get it so I guess we aren’t the first. It doesn’t say much. Says that there was some mishap and the rescue op was lost. No more info.”
Muller nodded his head and arched is brow thinking. “Well interesting, very much indeed. I wonder why no one else came to help. Hmm very interesting. Shawn, did you get the name of that lost cargo ship?”
“Yea boss, some generic small **** private company, a Nano-Storage firm. Lot of those back then. Our lost ship here was called the NS Nancy back in her day. Hmm I wonder who Nancy was? Probably some hottie of the owner or something.”
Comments
When writing this I was thinking more along the lines of Freelancer Universe and the movies Supernova and Event Horizion.
it was based a bit on aliens, good times
you gonna write more or what?
ANd yea I will write more as soon as I get down re editing the first part.
*me grabs book and waits*