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The Third War (Part 7)

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The battleship food was worse that the stuff on the Hispania. I stared at the grey glob hanging off the end of my fork. It was meant to taste like organic meat from Malta, but after many years in storage, it ended up tasting like a cardamined pet. I checked the time. Not long till launch. I finished the food, somehow, and relaxed on the chair, waiting for Robin to arrive. When he did arrive, Brian was with him.

The Third War (Part 6)

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Once on board the battleship, we were showed our sectors. Robin had come over to mine to discuss what we ought to do, talk about what the SAR was doing here.

"The thing I can't work out is how they got in. I mean, they can't come in their own ships, and they defiantly cannot come in from nowhere." I said

The Third War (Part 5)

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For the first time in a while, I had a dream. A pleasant dream. I dreamt of being back with Ellis and patrolling New York, just like the old times. It turned out to be a nightmare until I realised that I had woken up. I looked at my watch, and mentally noted in my brain the time of 4:29. I lay on the scratchy bunk, looking up at the ceiling. I would never get back to sleep now. Instead, I settled for deep thought.

The Third War (Part 4)

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"Aaaggggghhhhh" Jesus Christ that hurt. No wonder it woke you up. I rubbed my wrist and heard everyone around me complaining from my sudden scream. I put my watch back on, after tapping it on the metal railing to release any charge still on it. My shoes were under the bunk and I slipped them on before, checking the time. Time was taken from a woman who wore a watch on one of the sleeper ships, the only one still running. Eleven hundred years later, they still hadn't improved the watches much, apart from added extras. The electric shock being one of them.

The Third War (Part 3)

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"No, I can't be, no. It's not true!" I was locked in a cell, which he told me to expect after the projection. "It's all lies, I tell you, LIES!" my face was going red from the shouting. I had been put into a padded cell, and I was shouting at the door. "It can't be." I slid down the wall with my back to it, and cried into my hands. I had been told that the longer I denied, the crazier I would get, and the least lifetime I would have, not that 150 years wasn't enough in the first place. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. It couldn't be true. First, I saw a robbery of an armoured transport, which was escorted to the wrong place by three SAR escorts and attacked, taking its money and very rare cargo. They left the pilots to die. All the incidents were like this. Where they got the footage from was unknown. I was told, whilst in a mental mood, that scouts were cloaked and sent out to see what they could help out in, or to record, in these cases. I don't think help out is the right word.

The Third War (Part 3)

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The Third War (Part 3)

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The Third War (Part 2)

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The first thing I noticed was that my skin felt like it was hanging off the bones, until I realised I was in a Compression chamber. A bit like the decompression chambers used for scuba divers, apart from this was used for extreme pressure loss. I assumed I had fallen out of the pod. I closed my eyes again, to try and take away the weird feeling. It seemed to get worse. I turned over and lay face down.

The Third War (Part 1)

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The Ships were ready for immediate launch. The battleship was energizing its weapons, getting ready to attack a special planet of economic achievement, and caring community. The attack squadron approached the northern debris field a couple of hours early and discharged the weapons to transfer power to the cloaking field, so they were invisible, and undetectable.

Corsairs History

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The ancestors of the Corsairs that had set adrift from the crippled sleeper ship Hispania made planetfall on Crete shortly after the other Houses arrived in the Sirius Sector.

Scratching out a living, the Corsairs managed a bleak existence for four centuries and over time they developed a strong self-identity, isolated from the rest of the Houses. In 450 AS that insular world changed.

The Freedom War (Part3)

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Shogun Ozai walked down the corridor at a brisk pace. As he glanced out the large palace windows, he saw the cityscape of New Tokyo sprawled out before him. Looking past the various ships and vehicles buzzing by the Royal Palace, he surveyed his empire and held the brilliant sight of the orange sun rising over the horizon. When he reached the end of the long corridor, he opened the heavy oak doors leading to his personal elevator.

The Freedom War (Part3)

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The Freedom War (Part 2)

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Brian Wilkes sat with his back to the wall in a shady booth where he could see all of the bar's patrons. Across from him sat his brother, John Wilkes, who had been his wingman since they left Bretonia nearly fifteen years ago.

The Freedom War (Part 1)

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Sean O'Donnell awoke groggily to the noise of alarms screeching and yellow lights flashing. At first he was confused and disoriented as he rose to a sitting position on his bunk. He swung his legs out of his warm bed and planted them firmly on the steel deck. As he looked around his quarters he saw his bunkmate and wingman, Kirst Hollman, in roughly the same condition; only he was already out of his bunk and frantically putting on his flight suit. Sean looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

Six Month Overhaul (Part 2)

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One such reckless story, was the story of a Dromedary pilot, named Jaques Mesrat. He was a man of quite reputation around Bretonia. Drinks were bought for him at pubs and clubs, and people often asked if he could share his story - the famous Dublin incident.

Six Month Overhaul

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Part one of a multi part story by our very own - Elessar

The docking and cargo bays of the Kensington Shipping Station in New London woke up for an unusually busy morning. “What’s with all the extra security?” was a word on everyone’s lips that worked there. The station, which usually served to import and export commodities system wide, had seemed to transform into a military base overnight.

Return of the Nomads (Part 8)

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Epilogue BATTLESHIP OSIRIS, SIGMA-13 SYSTEM

The celebration on board the Osiris was, to say the least, spirited. Even Orillion, as cautious as he was, enjoyed the celebration. King had drunk more than his share, and looked to be passed out in a corner booth. Lord Hakkera had broken out a bottle of three-hundred-year-old sake and was sharing it liberally with the Blood Dragons he had led.

Return of the Nomads (Part 7)

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OMICRON GAMMA SYSTEM, EDGE WORLDS

The Osiris had jumped into Omicron Gamma and was operating cloaked, positioning itself near the Omicron Zeta jump hole. Every space-worthy fighter the Order could find, scrounge, build, steal and purchase was now in space awaiting the final signal to begin the operation. Orillion had even managed to send word to President Jacobi, who had secretly dispatched two heavy cruisers and several fighter wings to assist in the battle. "It's always nice to have friends in high places," Orillion had said.

Return of the Nomads (Part 6)

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Trent and Kress engaged their cruise engines and flew away from the asteroid base. Several fighters took off in pursuit.

"Be careful, Trent. We have pursuers. Do you think you can handle them?"

Return of the Nomads (Part 6)

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Trent and Kress engaged their cruise engines and flew away from the asteroid base. Several fighters took off in pursuit.

"Be careful, Trent. We have pursuers. Do you think you can handle them?"