An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

[Mr.Fabulous]

... I be called many things in me life... Crazy be one o' them... Suicidal be another... Heh...


... Most o' them be right...


Katarn stared out the bridge window as the Logos burst out of the Napo cloud, the green gas trailing shortly behind the wake of the ship's cruise engines. The bridge was buzzing with activity as the Logos continued onwards to the Amarus cloud, it's larger size floating ominously before the old veteran's eyes, it's view coming in closer as the cruise engines brought the ship closer and closer to its borders.


[color=#99FFFF]... But it be that craziness that brought me this far... No normally sane person be willin te risk their lives fer someone whom they be not seein fer 40 o' 50 years...


Suddenly, the ship's onboard computer came out with those same words that put him on the edge:

~~~WARNING: SENSORY EFFICIENCY REDUCED~~~
~~~DANGER: RADIATION DAMAGE DETECTED~~~

... Clare... If ye be hearin these thoughts somewhere out there then be listenin closely, fer I be only sayin them once...


Suddenly, the whole ship began to shudder and shake from the small fragments that impacted upon the shielding array of the Logos, its cruise engines roaring and blasting the train ahead into the green void where Salvatori said he was attacked by the mysterious ghost ship, its bridge consoles beeping loudly and earnestly from the many actions the autopilot was doing to keep the ship in its present course.


"COMPUTER! ALL POWER FROM WEAPON SYSTEMS TE ENGINES!!!" He screamed in an excited rage, the computer responding with an immediate burst of speed on the ship's engines, which almost doubled the normal cruise speed when an almost deafening boom came out. For a moment, it seemed the ship went on a massive earthquake from the roar of the engines, until the onboard computer was able to adjust the gyroscopic calibrations to make it more stable.


Katarn, after getting his bearings, continued looking at the window, his eyes narrowed and shining with a fierce light in them as the large black asteroids whizzed him by at an incredible speed.


... If I be knowing ye fer what ye are I know somethin like this be not stoppin ye... If ye be not givin up on yerself... Then...


... I be not givin up on ye too, lassy... I be promisin ye that with me word and honor... A wry grin came out of his mouth, and his face portrayed a daring stare at the nebula, now just meters from his ship...


... And ye always know I be keepin all promises I be makin... Soon the Logos disappeared through the Amarus cloud... now in the hands of fate...

... 35 minutes later...

The Amarus cloud was silent... quiet... thick... The serenity soon interrupted with a small object dashing by, its cruise engines making a noticeable trail of white, its hull shaking a bit violently by the amount of speed it went through, its outside lights trying to illuminate the way ahead in vain. The asteroids tried to block its way, but the object's autopilot proved to be the wiser, swerving left and right to avoid numerous collisions, sometimes with only a few meters to spare...


Katarn observed as the nebula looked entirely the same everywhere he looked: he could count himself lucky he had a waypoint path to follow; otherwise he would've been flying in blind space, without any guide to one point or another, let alone out of it. The old veteran was starting to sweat his brow, and wiped it with a handkerchief he produced from one of his pockets; his concentration and attention span was almost superhuman, for he managed to remain vigilant all through this time, ever awake to find even a trace of abnormality in the scanners and visuals; his body was starting to grow bored and tired, but he knew if he was to survive this mission he would need every ounce of vigilance and reaction time if ever the potentially-watching ghost ship should spring out and show itself.


Fate wasn't without mercy: eventually, the ship found something of high energy levels somewhere to the NNE of the ship's present course. Katarn immediately sprang into action: he sprinted to the Telemetric Consoles and observed the data of those readings; next, he gone over to the Navigational Helm and plotted a course towards the source; finally he blurted out hastily, "COMPUTER! Reroute 20% power from Life-Support Systems te the engines!"; slowly, the bridge temperature rose, and that he noticed the oxygen levels go a bit lower, but nevertheless the ship went forwards by 30% more speed.


The bridge was beginning to feel like a Summer day, and oxygen levels were at levels equal to that of 10% less than optimum levels, a point where Katarn was made to make deep breaths now... But only a few more minutes passed than several, and he arrived at the site: it was only a Jumphole to another system. Katarn scanned it, and found it was an already-charted system called Omicron Eta.


He felt it was a step forward: he rerouted power back to optimum levels on Life Support and Weapon Systems, then grinned to himself as he adjusted the ship's energy-signatures to become Phase-aligned with the Jumphole's. Slowly, the Jumphole sparked, then it bolted, and lastly it ferociously flashed lightning as it was now ready to proceed into warp.


The Logos was driven into the Jumphole's center... Soon, the whole ship warped into hyperspace, sending it through a tunnel of immense energy that took it to the other end of the Jumphole...


The Logos was soon rewarped back to normal, the tunnel collapsing into normal space. As Katarn looked around, it seemed at first glance he was still at the Amarus Cloud, its green gas still engulfing the ship, the asteroids still the same blackness...


... But upon a closer inspection, he saw it wasn't the Amarus Cloud after all: the asteroids weren't as flat as they were in the Amarus, and neither were they exactly the same color, for these showed a slight tinge towards blue.


Yet the old veteran was suddenly interrupted when a massive bolt hit the shielding array of the ship: quickly, he went towards the Telemetric Console and scanned the surroundings to see if the ghost ship was present.


Instead he found a Corsair "Legate" being attacked by numerous Outcast fighters and bombers, the large capital ship firing its large turrets wildly in space in a desperate attempt to shake these nuisance things away.

... And naturally, if the capital ship was just doing potshots at these fighters it was bound the Logos might get caught in the battle. Katarn's eyes sparkled with excited anticipation, his grin coming back with a revenge, and his piloting-senses were kicking up.


Quickly, the old veteran maneuvered the Logos in the asteroid field and weaved through the incoming shots of Solaris and turret mess. Eventually, the Legate was successful in its battle, yet it seemed it didn't pick the Logos up (or that it was, but the ship was deemed unimportant), going ahead on its previous course without another moment's notice.


... Heh... I be not expectin that... That was fun whilst it lasted anyway... "HAHAHAHA!!!" He chuckled to himself as the Logos proceeded to venture on a straight line, now in unfamiliar territory...

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