by Lolburst » Mon Aug 11, 2008 9:01 am
MILITARY: Excalibur 5, the flagship of Wastark Fleet, is to make it's maiden flight, having waypoints of it's most closest planets, desert planet XCV-430, and a magma planet with volcanoes spewing crystal, Farabond, along with dreadnoughts WF Sturmovik and WF Mediocre. A load of 36 Spiteful-class interceptors are in auxiliary bay of Excalibur 5.
SCIENCE: Government has invested into long research of new superdreadnoughts, that are far powerful than a regular dreadnought or an up-to-date battleship of New Ocanforstania.
Three gigantic hangars sit on military base of New Ocanforstania. The mammoth hangar on middle opened, shooting very quickly 20 Chicken-class high-atmosphere fighters, that can only reach exosphere. On very back of the mammoth hangar, Excalibur 5 started moving on a massive platform it was attached to, and then two more gigantic hangars opened, revealing dreadnoughts WF Sturmovik and WF Mediocre. When they all were aligned, their main thrusters blasted with a roar that could be heard to Grid 1#. Having maximized their thrusters, they all blasted off as the platform arms detached the ships.
"Extend shun-foils... one, two, three and four." and such noises flooded in control room of Excalibur 5. Soon as exosphere was reached, all Chicken-class fighters spread and arrived back to base.
"Coordinates: 24°53'28.32" N 40°21'41.19' W.", an officer said in Excalibur 5.
((Retconning here some events of my main character))
"RS Tumbleweed, access granted to deck of WS Limestone, welcome in, you have repairs ready in tri-huld weld 73.", announced a human-like but distorted by machinery voice.
"Do I miss surfing? Yes I do, it was very fun to roll in waves of scrap and make your nonexisting stomach to feel bad. I don't think I can take the hardship of repairing boring stuff every day in crew of Tumbleweed, but thankfully, the crew is even somewhat funny. I don't like people who have too much stress, or people that are completely out of their world.", Walton told seriously to Advisor 6.
Walton repaired the grotesque, deep dent on the tri-huld weld, and then noticed strange black powder, but couldn't figure out what it was for.
"Can you tell me what this black powder is, Advisor?", questioned Walton.
"Scanning... 47%, 69%, 89%, 100%. Material... Wastark-printed dense metal type, with unknown remains of unknown civilization.", answered Advisor 6.
"How is that possible? There's no way to really vaporize that type of metal, but to break it into several tiny pieces. Does somebody know about us? Crazy.", questioned yet again Walton.
"Don't ask me, did it turn into conspiracy or not, we shouldn't worry about it, until somebody makes a low-orbit cannot that shoots anything that melts us into piles of metal.", Advisor 6 calmed down.
During that second, a very fast object blinked infront of window, before fading quickly away, and it was completely white.
"What was that!?", Walton spazzed and asked.
"I don't know, but I think your part that is covering your left shouldercap just melted off., Advisor 6 spewed yet again an answer.