Atlantian Outcasts
03-12-2003, 02:30
here it is, the 1st installment of the history of Atlantis. NOTE: THIS IS NOT AN RP, IT IS A FIC
A history of Atlantis pt. 1: Race into Space
Location: Hope Base, Cirrus
Date: 100,000,000 BC
“Get your ass up here now” sounded his communicator
Sigma sighed and climbed up the latter to the docking bay. He was getting tired of Methen’s constant nagging. It wasn’t like they where under attack or-
“Where have you been? Omega’s forces are en-rout to destroy us and all of our research!” exclaimed Methen.
“Omega’s? I thought the Alliance’s forces where protecting us.”
“They broke though the Allied lines a few hours ago. The Capital has already been taken.”
Sigma stood there, speechless. He knew the war was going badly, but he was hoping that the troops would be able to hold off the Omega movement’s forces long enough so that they could complete their mission.
“How long?” he asked.
“They will get here in about 10 minutes” said Methen.
“Shit” thought Sigma. This was not good. “We need to get the ship ready, NOW” he ordered the people standing in a circle around both of them. They all scattered instantly.
“You ready to make history?” asked Methen.
“Does it matter? Even if we do make it, you will all be killed once the troops arrive, and once I land, I’ll be shot. And all of the records of the space program will be purged.”
“Not exactly. We have another base, underground. Its a few miles from here. Once you’ve launched, we can escape. We will give you the coordinates once it’s time for you to land.”
“Then what? It’s not like it will make a difference in history. We will just be an underground organization, while the Omega movement controls all”
“That’s why you’re going to carry THIS on-board” Methen pointed at a satellite being loaded into the ship. “This will project a signal everywhere on Cirrus. It just might start a riot, or if we’re lucky, a rebellion.”
“Sir! Enemy troops have made it to our outer defenses!” said an officer.
“It’s now or never, Sigma” said Methen, solemnly.
Sigma sighed and walked into the ship. A few minutes later, he signaled. “Ready”
“Countdown to launch: 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Lift-off”. The massive vessel launched into the unknown.
“Sir, getting signals of security breaches”
“Let’s MOVE, people!” Shouted Methen. She headed into one of the transports. Several soldiers followed her. The other transports where likewise filled.
All of the sudden the door was blasted open and several Omega troops broke though. “HALT, IN THE NAME OF THE OMEGA MOVEMENT!”
Methen turned to the pilot. “GET US OUT OF HERE!” Several transports raised into the air, hovering, just before they raced off.
One of the Omega troops shouted at his communicator: “Delta wing, engage hostile forces”
Cirrus was so beautiful. A big blue and green ball. He hoped that someday, he would be able to visit other planets.
“Ship is now in position” stated the computer.
“Well, let’s see what this thing can do” he said to himself, as he engaged jump drive for the 1st time (and possibly the last) in the history of Atlantis.
‘Sir, we have company” said the pilot, just before the transport was hit by enemy fire. Off in the distance, Methen saw one of the transports go down in flames, just as they where hit again.
“Structural integrity at 75% and falling” said the Pilot. “Returning fire”
Several missiles where launched at the fighters. 3 where hit, and 2 of them went down.
“Direct hit!” exclaimed the Pilot, in enthusiasm.
“Don’t get cocky yet, we still have a long way to go” said Methen, as the ship was hit yet again.
Sigma was queasy.
“Note to self: Shut eyes before jumping”
Well, at least he was back in orbit around Cirrus. Now it was time to unload the satellite.
“Unloading cargo” stated the computer.
Second’s later, he saw the “cargo” float by. Sweet.
Suddenly coordinates appeared on the screen.
Another transport was shot down. “5 more” She counted “Including our own” They couldn’t keep doing this.
He flew into the atmosphere, and saw signs of a fight below. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Methen’s transports. It was time to see just how good the weapons systems on this ship where. He fired several lasers at the fighters. Another one was shot down in flames. But others still swarmed around the transports. A large air carrier caught up with the forces in the middle of battle. It shot a beam of energy at Methen’s transport. The pilot was blown out of his seat by an explosion. Methen took his place. Yet another transport was destroyed. Only one option to win this battle. She turned the transport around and rammed the carrier. A gigantic explosion resulted, taking out several fighters. The others quickly retreated back to the closest Omega base. 3 transports and Sigma’s ship remained. All 4 managed to reach their destination.
A history of Atlantis pt. 1: Race into Space
Location: Hope Base, Cirrus
Date: 100,000,000 BC
“Get your ass up here now” sounded his communicator
Sigma sighed and climbed up the latter to the docking bay. He was getting tired of Methen’s constant nagging. It wasn’t like they where under attack or-
“Where have you been? Omega’s forces are en-rout to destroy us and all of our research!” exclaimed Methen.
“Omega’s? I thought the Alliance’s forces where protecting us.”
“They broke though the Allied lines a few hours ago. The Capital has already been taken.”
Sigma stood there, speechless. He knew the war was going badly, but he was hoping that the troops would be able to hold off the Omega movement’s forces long enough so that they could complete their mission.
“How long?” he asked.
“They will get here in about 10 minutes” said Methen.
“Shit” thought Sigma. This was not good. “We need to get the ship ready, NOW” he ordered the people standing in a circle around both of them. They all scattered instantly.
“You ready to make history?” asked Methen.
“Does it matter? Even if we do make it, you will all be killed once the troops arrive, and once I land, I’ll be shot. And all of the records of the space program will be purged.”
“Not exactly. We have another base, underground. Its a few miles from here. Once you’ve launched, we can escape. We will give you the coordinates once it’s time for you to land.”
“Then what? It’s not like it will make a difference in history. We will just be an underground organization, while the Omega movement controls all”
“That’s why you’re going to carry THIS on-board” Methen pointed at a satellite being loaded into the ship. “This will project a signal everywhere on Cirrus. It just might start a riot, or if we’re lucky, a rebellion.”
“Sir! Enemy troops have made it to our outer defenses!” said an officer.
“It’s now or never, Sigma” said Methen, solemnly.
Sigma sighed and walked into the ship. A few minutes later, he signaled. “Ready”
“Countdown to launch: 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Lift-off”. The massive vessel launched into the unknown.
“Sir, getting signals of security breaches”
“Let’s MOVE, people!” Shouted Methen. She headed into one of the transports. Several soldiers followed her. The other transports where likewise filled.
All of the sudden the door was blasted open and several Omega troops broke though. “HALT, IN THE NAME OF THE OMEGA MOVEMENT!”
Methen turned to the pilot. “GET US OUT OF HERE!” Several transports raised into the air, hovering, just before they raced off.
One of the Omega troops shouted at his communicator: “Delta wing, engage hostile forces”
Cirrus was so beautiful. A big blue and green ball. He hoped that someday, he would be able to visit other planets.
“Ship is now in position” stated the computer.
“Well, let’s see what this thing can do” he said to himself, as he engaged jump drive for the 1st time (and possibly the last) in the history of Atlantis.
‘Sir, we have company” said the pilot, just before the transport was hit by enemy fire. Off in the distance, Methen saw one of the transports go down in flames, just as they where hit again.
“Structural integrity at 75% and falling” said the Pilot. “Returning fire”
Several missiles where launched at the fighters. 3 where hit, and 2 of them went down.
“Direct hit!” exclaimed the Pilot, in enthusiasm.
“Don’t get cocky yet, we still have a long way to go” said Methen, as the ship was hit yet again.
Sigma was queasy.
“Note to self: Shut eyes before jumping”
Well, at least he was back in orbit around Cirrus. Now it was time to unload the satellite.
“Unloading cargo” stated the computer.
Second’s later, he saw the “cargo” float by. Sweet.
Suddenly coordinates appeared on the screen.
Another transport was shot down. “5 more” She counted “Including our own” They couldn’t keep doing this.
He flew into the atmosphere, and saw signs of a fight below. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Methen’s transports. It was time to see just how good the weapons systems on this ship where. He fired several lasers at the fighters. Another one was shot down in flames. But others still swarmed around the transports. A large air carrier caught up with the forces in the middle of battle. It shot a beam of energy at Methen’s transport. The pilot was blown out of his seat by an explosion. Methen took his place. Yet another transport was destroyed. Only one option to win this battle. She turned the transport around and rammed the carrier. A gigantic explosion resulted, taking out several fighters. The others quickly retreated back to the closest Omega base. 3 transports and Sigma’s ship remained. All 4 managed to reach their destination.