The Rebellion - Short Story Series
Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 6:16 am
Author's Intro Note: Remember me? That guy who wrote the terribad fanfic set in the Engi Conspiracy Alternate Universe? I'm still working but to prove I am NOT dead, I have decided to write a short series of short stories set in a closer to canon FTL AU.
In the meanwhile, I'm working on some original works. They won't be posted here, but they'll be posted somewhere. Expect a link at some point. These will all be short, flash-fiction like stories so don't expect much of substance.
2843, the Fourth Week of Rebellion.
The Federation vessel floated in low orbit, the warfare on the planet below but a distant event of no interest to the small cruiser. The captain, a short and stocky man with dark brown hair and grey eyes, sighed before slumping back into his chair. A few soldiers were in the cargo hold, wounded from the war against the rebelling colonists below. It was worse than just a few angry jerks in the colonies who needed bread, it was everywhere. Hundreds of planets threw down their allegiance and sided with a growing, xenophobic rebel force. The captain took this into painful account as he reviewed the tactical map, civilians and soldiers alike were target for the military alliance of the rebellion.
Weren't the rebels supposed to be the good guys? The captain sighed, longing for a less complicated war to fight in. He remembered the long ago conflicts with the Mantis or those weird giant-human-eating-alien-spider-things. Ah, the good 'ole days. Now they were fighting against other people, and he didn't like that. Aliens didn't have minds of their own, they were just animals pretending to be sentient. Sensor Officer Harris's portrait flicked onto the screen in front of the pilot console, his look stoic but a hint of panic always visible in his eyes. "Commander Davis," The officer began "A Rebel cruiser is coming up from the conflict below, looks like Horizon City fell. Your orders sir?". The captain sighed, looking at his crew roster. A slimy, holier-than-thou Zoltan occupied the shield room. He never much liked them... "Prep the Jump Drive, we're getting out of here. Take us to Mason Base." Davis ordered, clearly not afraid of any stinking orange loving jackasses. The drive spun up quickly, already spooling up after they jumped into orbit. A flash of light occupied the entire ship, and then it appeared around Mason Base. The crew looked out their viewports and gazed at the base. Orange, rebel colors.
"Captain..." Weapons Officer Lisa Walker started, stuttering over her words. She never liked combat, pansy "That's... t-that's a rebel station...".
A sly grin formed on the captain's face "I know.".
He locked the doors and prepared to speak his last words to the crew as Federation Captain Alexander Davis, and speak his first words as Rebel Commander. "To all crew of the IFS Galactic, this is Commander Davis. We are acting under a new title, the GRS Galactic, under the First Rebel Fleet. I implore you to throw down your arms, I've already deactivated them remotely.". He piloted the ship in to dock with the station, sentry drones orbiting it with their weapons charged. He opened the necessary doors, leaving his poor crew screaming and clawing at the blast doors as he moved to make first contact. Not with some brain-dead primitive species that could do with some cleansing, but with the Rebels at Mason Station. The door to the dock shifted open at his command, and he got first glimpse of the ragtag bunch of political adversaries. They wore cloth masks and old, surplus white armor. He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, but smiled nonetheless "Don't shoot, I am Captain Alex Davis of the former IFS Galactic, I... sympathize with your cause." he said, trying not to break into either a joyful cry or an angered growl. The soldiers, baffled, lowered their guns, "Why are you here, Federation scum." they growled unison. Davis, offended, tossed the Federation insignia off his chest and stood at attention "I want to join" he cried out for all to hear. Men and women inside stared at the dock, shocked at the prospect of a Fed turning to their cause. "My crew consists of two human males, a human female, a female Zoltan, and a male Mantis. Also four or five injured troops in the cargo hold." He once again spoke, nonchalant and matter-of-fact as if not caring that he betrayed those he considered friends. "... Alright, Captain." A soldier uttered, walking closer to the Galactic's door at the dock "What should we do?". Davis looked at the floor, contemplating before the other rebel cut him off "No no, not you, Captain Jenkins".
An old, scarred, rust-bucket of a man sauntered down the hall, a smile growing on his bearded face as he looked down on the short traitor "... Cut the oxygen from Mister Davis' ship then clear the rooms." he uttered, his voice causing the second rebel to shake a little bit. The rebel close to the Galactic's door went inside, heading to the Captain's console. A few more followed, weapons poised. Jenkins stared at an angle at the floor, smiling devilishly. "Uh... Mister Jenki-" Davis' words were interrupted by a blaster shot through the throat, Jenkins held the smoking weapon.
"Apologies, Federation scum".
The sounds of the soldiers shooting and his friends screaming was all he heard as he drifted into darkness.
In the meanwhile, I'm working on some original works. They won't be posted here, but they'll be posted somewhere. Expect a link at some point. These will all be short, flash-fiction like stories so don't expect much of substance.
2843, the Fourth Week of Rebellion.
The Federation vessel floated in low orbit, the warfare on the planet below but a distant event of no interest to the small cruiser. The captain, a short and stocky man with dark brown hair and grey eyes, sighed before slumping back into his chair. A few soldiers were in the cargo hold, wounded from the war against the rebelling colonists below. It was worse than just a few angry jerks in the colonies who needed bread, it was everywhere. Hundreds of planets threw down their allegiance and sided with a growing, xenophobic rebel force. The captain took this into painful account as he reviewed the tactical map, civilians and soldiers alike were target for the military alliance of the rebellion.
Weren't the rebels supposed to be the good guys? The captain sighed, longing for a less complicated war to fight in. He remembered the long ago conflicts with the Mantis or those weird giant-human-eating-alien-spider-things. Ah, the good 'ole days. Now they were fighting against other people, and he didn't like that. Aliens didn't have minds of their own, they were just animals pretending to be sentient. Sensor Officer Harris's portrait flicked onto the screen in front of the pilot console, his look stoic but a hint of panic always visible in his eyes. "Commander Davis," The officer began "A Rebel cruiser is coming up from the conflict below, looks like Horizon City fell. Your orders sir?". The captain sighed, looking at his crew roster. A slimy, holier-than-thou Zoltan occupied the shield room. He never much liked them... "Prep the Jump Drive, we're getting out of here. Take us to Mason Base." Davis ordered, clearly not afraid of any stinking orange loving jackasses. The drive spun up quickly, already spooling up after they jumped into orbit. A flash of light occupied the entire ship, and then it appeared around Mason Base. The crew looked out their viewports and gazed at the base. Orange, rebel colors.
"Captain..." Weapons Officer Lisa Walker started, stuttering over her words. She never liked combat, pansy "That's... t-that's a rebel station...".
A sly grin formed on the captain's face "I know.".
He locked the doors and prepared to speak his last words to the crew as Federation Captain Alexander Davis, and speak his first words as Rebel Commander. "To all crew of the IFS Galactic, this is Commander Davis. We are acting under a new title, the GRS Galactic, under the First Rebel Fleet. I implore you to throw down your arms, I've already deactivated them remotely.". He piloted the ship in to dock with the station, sentry drones orbiting it with their weapons charged. He opened the necessary doors, leaving his poor crew screaming and clawing at the blast doors as he moved to make first contact. Not with some brain-dead primitive species that could do with some cleansing, but with the Rebels at Mason Station. The door to the dock shifted open at his command, and he got first glimpse of the ragtag bunch of political adversaries. They wore cloth masks and old, surplus white armor. He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, but smiled nonetheless "Don't shoot, I am Captain Alex Davis of the former IFS Galactic, I... sympathize with your cause." he said, trying not to break into either a joyful cry or an angered growl. The soldiers, baffled, lowered their guns, "Why are you here, Federation scum." they growled unison. Davis, offended, tossed the Federation insignia off his chest and stood at attention "I want to join" he cried out for all to hear. Men and women inside stared at the dock, shocked at the prospect of a Fed turning to their cause. "My crew consists of two human males, a human female, a female Zoltan, and a male Mantis. Also four or five injured troops in the cargo hold." He once again spoke, nonchalant and matter-of-fact as if not caring that he betrayed those he considered friends. "... Alright, Captain." A soldier uttered, walking closer to the Galactic's door at the dock "What should we do?". Davis looked at the floor, contemplating before the other rebel cut him off "No no, not you, Captain Jenkins".
An old, scarred, rust-bucket of a man sauntered down the hall, a smile growing on his bearded face as he looked down on the short traitor "... Cut the oxygen from Mister Davis' ship then clear the rooms." he uttered, his voice causing the second rebel to shake a little bit. The rebel close to the Galactic's door went inside, heading to the Captain's console. A few more followed, weapons poised. Jenkins stared at an angle at the floor, smiling devilishly. "Uh... Mister Jenki-" Davis' words were interrupted by a blaster shot through the throat, Jenkins held the smoking weapon.
"Apologies, Federation scum".
The sounds of the soldiers shooting and his friends screaming was all he heard as he drifted into darkness.