Imode
Imperium Technologies
Firmus Ixion
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Posted - 2006.12.17 10:12:00 -
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F4R2-Q System, Catch Region - 17 kilometers off the ZXIC-7 Stargate
Imode was jarred by the thud of Antimatter charges ripping into the hull of her Incursus. One moment, she was engaging a Raptor. The next moment she found herself stuck in an interdiction sphere with hostiles decloaking all around her. Within seconds the Incursus literally melted around her leaving her floating in a capsule. For a moment she recalled to herself, "Oh crap, my impla--", then all was black. Halfway across the galaxy she was jolted back to life, thrashing violently and choking on the fluid from a cloning vat. As she pulled herself out, she held a finger up to her left nostril and exhaled, expelling artificial amniotic fluid from her throat and nose. "Christ!" she exclaimed. She had never gotten used to the process. Up until five minutes ago she could count the number of times that she had been podded on her two hands. She slowly looked down at her toes.
At least she had the luxury of a pod. She couldn't help but wonder if the pilots of the five Templars under her command managed to survive.
An alliance member jolted back to life nearby. "That's what we get for flying Tech I frigates", she laughed. They had their uses, but under fire they had the defensive capability of single-ply toilet paper. She walked down the station corridor to her ship hangar. She surveyed her hangar for another ship immediately discounting the nearby Ares and Ishkur. In what looked like a forgotten corner of the hangar she found a Griffin rusting away. "Here we go again", she muttered under her breath. She made the necessary arrangements to get the ship ready for flight and slipped into a new pod.
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She received the orders only 24 hours ago. Her neocomm lit up with mail over the alliance channel. She gave it a good bang on the side, to make sure it was working properly. Something was wrong with the mail system recently-- she had been recieving the same messages over and over again. This however, was something different. As she read the mail, her eyes glowed with excitement. Round two with the Interstellar Alcohol Conglomerate.
She had actually missed the fighting the first time around. On vacation to the Achuran home world, she had returned to Querious completely unaware that anything had even happened. This time, she vowed to be in on the action. This would call for something special. She whistled to Scotty to have her favorite Megathron moved to the fitting array. Nicknamed the Othello, it had already survived well past the average lifetime of a Firmus Ixion battleship and had been involved in multiple engagements from Geminate to Esoteria. Amongst its kills, three Triple-A Carrier class capital ships. "It's just you and me, Baby", Imode whispered to her ship and began selecting from armaments in her hangar.
Imode's Neocomm once again lit up. A follow up to the original orders. She had been given fighter deployment duties and that meant mobility and fast locking. She looked up from her screen to the Megathron before her. She let out a sigh, then called to Scotty to move the Megathron back to the personal hangar and load an Incursus into the fitting array. "Okay, here we go", she muttered under her breath. She made the necessary arrangements to get the ship ready for flight and slipped into her pod.
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