SPACE COM. CARNAGE UPDATE 1.
COMMENCE TRANSMISSION. . .
Three ships of murky design emerged from subspace and entered orbit
around a modest, deep blue planet. That world, named Bryan after its discoverer,
Brian Bryan, revolved around a colossal red star called Dis-Arrai situated
on the border between the Substantia Zone and the Tryvii-Ahlpursute Sector.
"I scan the blighters!" Group leader Farqhar Alqurseltsa said.
He was a bounty hunter of great ancestry and nobility. "Let's give
them what for!"
The three awesome craft rolled splendidly and dived onto a fleet of three
hundred skull fighters that were awaiting maintenance checks at one of
Lawrence's so called secret repair docks. The repair docks were unprepared
for what happened next.
The three bounty hunter vessels open fire, blitzing the docks with nuclear
tipped torpedoes. The docks’ lack of adequate shielding, a major
oversight on the designers part, meant that the dock exploded easily and
violently, taking two hundred fighters, and their pilots, with it. Ninety
nine of the other fighters spun helplessly out of control. Some of them
burned up in Bryan's atmosphere, the rest drifted out of orbit.
"Absolutely marvellous shooting, chaps!" Group leader Farqhar
Alqurseltsa said jovially. "Be good men and get those helpless Johnnies
would you, I'm going to give chase to that single blithering idiot that
foolishly thinks he can escape!"
The group leader set an intercept course for the skull fighter that was
thrusting away from the scene. The other two proceeded to perform the
boring task of destroying the disabled ships that were drifting all over
"I say," Farqhar Alqurseltsa said over the communicator to the
fleeing skull fighter, "would you mind surrendering? It would be
awfully decent of you."
"Shut up!" Came the obnoxious reply.
"So rude! What is your name, my good man?"
"Shut up! Go away!"
"Answer my question; otherwise I will blow you to kingdom come!"
Farqhar Alqurseltsa locked and fired his forward fusion cannons, blasting
away one of the fighter’s two engines.
"Go away!" Its pilot shouted with terror in his voice.
"Tell me your name, my frightened fellow, and I will."
"Jolly decent name, if I may say so."
"Sorry, I can't I'm afraid. Die grotesquely!"
The group leader fired again, causing just enough damage to depressurise
the skull fighter's cockpit. Clayton screamed a silent scream as the air
inside him burst several blood vessels and exuded out into the airless
cockpit. Farqhar Alqurseltsa purposefully waited thirty seconds before
destroying the fighter and relieving Clayton of his agonizing torment.
Satisfied, the group leader returned to his comrades who were still locating
and destroying the multitude of disabled craft.