The Life of Mattao Forte

[Dark_Yoshi]

*A young man is writing into a book, every now and then he takes a picture of a page, he starts reading......*


Height: 1.9 meters
Age: 19
Eye color: ..........


I am Mattao Forte and this is my story. I was born on Planet Malta as an Outcast, my dad was a gunboat commander in a fleet, and my mom was a fighter pilot for the same fleet as my dad. I was a boy that grew up in a military school. Everyone else hated me, I was small easy prey for bullies and wasn't a good student, I was the one who was also blamed for the Cardi stacks in the dorms, and....well....you get the idea. I never really had a talent for anything, except for the day that we had our first _real_ fighter training when I was twelve....

Teacher: "Alright students, you have all trained hard, but your superiors think that you should have a harder challenge, although some of you may not do well *glares at me* I think that you are all becoming somewhat better, you will have one chance, every time you destroy the bot you will get to go again, but, you will have a another bot to worry about."

*excited muttering*

Teacher: "Alright, Devan, you first, you may enter your ship, remember I will be grading, *Devan grins then hops into the Dagger*

Not a bad fighter I thought....."Hermann!"....good power core, but yet very fast and agile......."Daniel!".......the guns not as good but it makes up for that in speed......"Mattao!".....*laughter follows*.....here it comes I thought, another chance to make a fool of myself........*more laughter when I trip over the gas line to the Dagger*.......one bot, ok I can just die there and I'll be done with it......*cockpit closes and the ship is moved into open space by a another ship*

*The teacher appears on the comm screen, "Ok Mattao, the bot will be unleashed in 5...4...3...2...1...GO!!"

I see the bot come out of the Battleship, no guns? Only missiles.........easy.......*my mind drifts back to the time I went with my dad and mom on dad's gunboat, I remember what he told me.....* I spring into action, unleashing a couple of volleys of lasers, the bot replies with two javelin missiles, I dodge easily and destroy it. Then two appear, one the same as before but the other with guns, I take down them and I remember that this is were everyone was knocked out. I tense as watch two of the same then.....a bomber?!.........I suck in my breath and attack, I lose some hull, but my guns are still intact. Next wave.......next.......next......on the seventh wave I am barely holding my ship together, I've lost one of my wings and two of my guns, I look for a next wave, I almost fainted when I see a gunboat, I kill two of the fighters and one of the bombers, the gunboat has me almost dead.....I try for one last desperate attempt to kill it, I fly at it guns blazing and mines dropping like crazy....I impact the gunboat and my ship is destroyed, but my guns and mines did their work......the gunboat was destroyed by the force of my explosion and my mines.......they tractor in my escape pod and the teacher runs over, he looks down at me and says, "WHERE THE HECK DID YOU LEARN TO FLY LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!" I look up, grin, then pass out.

I wake up in the medical section of the Battleship where two people are looking at me, my teacher and another man I don't remember, they both sigh and look at each other, I look at them and say, "Why am I here?" They both laugh and the teacher says, "Well he's still sane, *turns to me* "You are here because you broke your arm on that sim, you were the best pilot that day, and with your consent, you have been invited by the general to join your father's group of fighter pilots." I was......shocked.....amazed......gratified......and nervous, "But sir, you can only join once you reach 16!" The man next to the teacher smiles, "Yes, but we have made an exception for you, you are a better pilot than some of they older men." I looked down at my bed, I would leave everything here....but yet, I would gain time with my dad and mom.......I looked up and said, "I'm ready."


After I joined they issued me a Scimitar light fighter with all the trimmings. It wasn't the best one, yes, but it still packed a punch. I then joined the small group of fighters and some gunboats, of which my dad and mom were in.

After two weeks as part of this wing of fighters I was almost falling over every twenty seconds. We had a part in the border patrol to keep Corsairs out, we found about five, at the least, squads of Corsairs every day and had to kill them all, naturally......I loved it, the rush of adrenaline you get when you power up your weapons and when you get your first kill, although you felt a pang of regret when you destroy someone's ship....but the next one came and you forgot all about it.

I was exhausted but glad, we were going to keep a patrol in Omicron 81, we were told to not let anything go into or out of a jump hole......now that I think about it...our scanners couldn't read where that jump hole led.......We were keeping watch and then two battleships came literally out of nowhere....we were about to call for help when two Ranseur dreadnoughts and two Sarissa battleships cruised to our location and started firing on the unknown battleships, I thought I had seen a real fight but this was.......incredible.....then at least twenty other fighters exactly like the unknown battleships but as small as fighters also appeared. We started attacking and I knew how a real battle is fought.......then I heard......well it seemed like I heard it.....an unearthly scream.....and then it happened......I forgot about the battle...I was screaming like I was being stabbed over and over again.....then _they_ came out.....it was like the dead had come to kill us......I saw things in my head that made me try to kill myself......then it was all quiet, like someone had turned off everything. I looked out my window and almost screamed. In front of my ship was......there was too many to count...or I was just so dizzy, but whatever they were, they they scared the heck out of me, they were all completely black and they looked like the ships from ancient history books....but then I remembered about the unknown ships and saw that they were all gone, almost all of my squad had died...but most I saw fleeing back to base, I looked at the ships and then saw another wave of unknown ships came, I checked my ships damage, almost nothing......I started attacking and then a voice spoke in my head like a sword, "DO NOT ENGAGE THEM, YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH." I thought to myself,"Well then I'll die trying...." It spoke again, "YOU HAVE DECIDED YOUR OWN FATE." I killed one of them and one caught me off guard....it deactivated my shields with so much ease that I was shocked...I tried to dodge but whatever it was was really, really good, it blew my ship to ashes and I heard the voice once more, "YOU SEE? YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE ENGAGED! BUT YET WE STILL HAVE AN AGREEMENT WITH YOUR KIND SO WE WON'T KILL YOU." I felt my pod being pulled into the ship hull, I found that I could open my pod and I did, the next thing I knew was a stun baton being shoved into my back and me falling over........

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