A Story About Tsa Fighter Pilots
kida
Join Date: 2003-02-20 Member: 13778Members
Join Date: 2003-02-20 Member: 13778Members
<div class="IPBDescription">somewhat related to NS, not *finished*</div> Decided to write a story about something, when I was extremely bored
Some swearing BTW...
<span style='font-family:Courier'><b>Somewhere in C sector 3.21 above the distant planet, Adarias.</b></span>
Twelve Lockman G-34 space fighters screamed past the space station hammerbelt, a military vacancy capable of carrying 12,000 civilians. Motionless in his retanium bunker, a lofty-rectangular box, John Locke could hear the slow vibrations in his room's hull located by the docking bay. Counting each pass with his small ears, he simultaneously tapped the cold beams above his head, hoping to hear a glimpse of a rare space rift that happens when dimensional-light engines pass heavy concentrations of dark matter. Zooooooom.....Zimmmmm......Whoooosh.....kablack-kawham...Knowing the odds of such an event happening, he quickly dulled his mind and forgot what he was doing earlier on.....Eyes closed, his flaring nostrils busy wafting the odorless air while slowly breathing, he prayed to the almighty God in a silent, but remorseful tone, "Father, please forgive my sins, clear my mind, and help me to sleep unhaunted by my memories, Amen..." Nonetheless as usual, his mind couldn't help but slowly return to the dark memories that lunk deep in a hidden chamber beneath his torturous mind.
Eyes heavy, almost asleep, his wingman Don Saviel, a muscular 5"5" man of Spanish decent with a narrow face and a narrow nose that had nostrils flaring sideways at the bottom, listened to the silent whispers that echoed across the tight-spaced room. Knowing that his passionate and mysterious friend was not the type to be fooled with, he wisely thought of a question to ask him. "Hmmmm...John's been going through a sh*tstorm ever since I've known him, I wonder what the hell is going on in his mind; sh*t, I've been shot here and there, even have a robotic-prosthetic leg, but what the hell could possibly make him go like this?" Slowly, but quietly, he turned his body around, legs awkwardly crossed, and faced his tall and broad-shouldered friend. Quietly he uttered, "John, you there?" In a vague stuter, John replied, "Yea, what ya want saviel?" "Nothing, just wondering what you were thinking.." His blunt reply. In a voice of surprise, John flaringly exclaimed, "Ohhh...Usually, you ask if I've seen any hot chicks in the spacebim, but why the f*ck do you want to know what I'm thinking now.." Don in alarm, whispered loudly, "Oh Christ, John can you just tell me what in the f*cking f*cks is going on, how long have I known ya? Hmm, five f*cking years, f*cking TSA known you for what? 12 years? Those f*cking bast*rds." With a swift and darted answer, John said, "None of your fucki........" Realizing where this was slowly heading, John quickly thought to himself, "Idiot, he's saved your arse many a time..." In a remorseful answer from a not-so-recent darted reply, John in his somber mood looked directly inside Don's dark and piercing-brown eyes, the eyes that glow amber and bright flaming-orange in the pale sunlight. Sadly the last time the both saw real sunlight was back on Antarus five, seven months ago. "Don, I'm sorry, no really, I am. But you gota understand that some things aren't ment to be mentioned and left not understood. Maybe someday, when we get out of this dump."
EDIT: made some really stupid mistakes, used words such as thinks, instead of thought, when it really should be in past-tense, since the story is in 3rd person...
Also, there will be real fighting later on, like actual kharra and marine fighting...
Some swearing BTW...
<span style='font-family:Courier'><b>Somewhere in C sector 3.21 above the distant planet, Adarias.</b></span>
Twelve Lockman G-34 space fighters screamed past the space station hammerbelt, a military vacancy capable of carrying 12,000 civilians. Motionless in his retanium bunker, a lofty-rectangular box, John Locke could hear the slow vibrations in his room's hull located by the docking bay. Counting each pass with his small ears, he simultaneously tapped the cold beams above his head, hoping to hear a glimpse of a rare space rift that happens when dimensional-light engines pass heavy concentrations of dark matter. Zooooooom.....Zimmmmm......Whoooosh.....kablack-kawham...Knowing the odds of such an event happening, he quickly dulled his mind and forgot what he was doing earlier on.....Eyes closed, his flaring nostrils busy wafting the odorless air while slowly breathing, he prayed to the almighty God in a silent, but remorseful tone, "Father, please forgive my sins, clear my mind, and help me to sleep unhaunted by my memories, Amen..." Nonetheless as usual, his mind couldn't help but slowly return to the dark memories that lunk deep in a hidden chamber beneath his torturous mind.
Eyes heavy, almost asleep, his wingman Don Saviel, a muscular 5"5" man of Spanish decent with a narrow face and a narrow nose that had nostrils flaring sideways at the bottom, listened to the silent whispers that echoed across the tight-spaced room. Knowing that his passionate and mysterious friend was not the type to be fooled with, he wisely thought of a question to ask him. "Hmmmm...John's been going through a sh*tstorm ever since I've known him, I wonder what the hell is going on in his mind; sh*t, I've been shot here and there, even have a robotic-prosthetic leg, but what the hell could possibly make him go like this?" Slowly, but quietly, he turned his body around, legs awkwardly crossed, and faced his tall and broad-shouldered friend. Quietly he uttered, "John, you there?" In a vague stuter, John replied, "Yea, what ya want saviel?" "Nothing, just wondering what you were thinking.." His blunt reply. In a voice of surprise, John flaringly exclaimed, "Ohhh...Usually, you ask if I've seen any hot chicks in the spacebim, but why the f*ck do you want to know what I'm thinking now.." Don in alarm, whispered loudly, "Oh Christ, John can you just tell me what in the f*cking f*cks is going on, how long have I known ya? Hmm, five f*cking years, f*cking TSA known you for what? 12 years? Those f*cking bast*rds." With a swift and darted answer, John said, "None of your fucki........" Realizing where this was slowly heading, John quickly thought to himself, "Idiot, he's saved your arse many a time..." In a remorseful answer from a not-so-recent darted reply, John in his somber mood looked directly inside Don's dark and piercing-brown eyes, the eyes that glow amber and bright flaming-orange in the pale sunlight. Sadly the last time the both saw real sunlight was back on Antarus five, seven months ago. "Don, I'm sorry, no really, I am. But you gota understand that some things aren't ment to be mentioned and left not understood. Maybe someday, when we get out of this dump."
EDIT: made some really stupid mistakes, used words such as thinks, instead of thought, when it really should be in past-tense, since the story is in 3rd person...
Also, there will be real fighting later on, like actual kharra and marine fighting...