ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 1020) ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson

[Ruben Hilbers]

Mission:  Prelude

Day: 1

Stardate:  2446.03.23

 

NRPG: I couldn’t pass up the chance to do some character development. Also, I figured it would be easy to reply if people could just walk into the holodeck and start yelling at Iceman <G> (He is being a bit of an overly self-critical idiot, but I’m not telling him that. You tell him that. The guy kind of lives in my brain, which I means I actually have to get along with him.) RPG:

 

(USS Illuminar – Holodeck Two – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 1020)

 

Holodeck One had been in use, so Alex had moved to Holodeck Two. Fortunately, both decks had access to the same database. So he had launched and was now dodging bullets in glorious three-dimensional space. Which was not as easy as it sounded. The algorithm that ran the fictional enemies learned from each session, meaning that shooting them down got harder as you progressed. Nevertheless, Alex had already splashed two enemies. ~That’s what you get for getting caught with your pants down.~ Which was had happened to him in the practice fight. So here he was, trying to forget his woes.

 

He flipped his Viper around, so that he was now flying ‘backwards’ and upside down, and fired his guns. There were was a satisfying explosion ahead of him as he hit the raider. That done, he dove ‘down’ towards the only the navigational marker he had. An ice world that was home to an enemy outpost. But before he got to the atmosphere, two enemy craft appeared ahead of him. ~The outposts own defenders.~ So far, he had been fighting ships from a nearby enemy capital ship. But these two bogies had clearly come from the planet. As he engaged them, he wondered if he had made the right call being here.

 

~You wanted to stop hopping from ship to ship, settle down.~ But the main reason was that he wanted to make a difference. Alas, the stability that Starfleet offered came with a price tag. ~All the chain-of-command stuff.~ On his previous ships, the chain tended to end at the skipper. And even if there was an overseeing authority, the leashes tended to be longer then in Starfleet. ~Suffering from culture shock, Shep ?~ He made a mental note that, before he left to wherever Starfleet banished him to for his lack of fighter skills, he should use the database to find out where Joker ended up.

 

Alex and Emile had exchanged letters for the first three years of his travels. But then Emile had visited Kraus IV and just…vanished. Alex had heard enough rumors since then to know that his friend was still alive. The problem was getting solid information on where he was now. During all this pondering, Alex had taken down the bogies coming up from the surface. He was now inside the atmosphere, looking for the outpost they had once called home.

 

~You’re digressing.~ With the highest authority usually being the Captain, leaving the ship for another had been relatively easy. ~Especially aboard the Venture.~ The SS Venture had been his second ship. Until the ship’s commanding officer had found him flirting with the ship’s medic, who was the skipper’s ex. The skipper had not taken this discovery well. In fact, he had chased Alex around the ship with an axe and murderous intent. To avoid being chopped into tiny bloody bits, he had jumped into an escape pod and launched it.

 

Said escape pod had crashed on a Class-H world that he called Frontier in his mind. Frontier did not have a planetary government, just small towns that had sprung up around oases in the planet-wide desert. There was also no primary species, with the settlements being a melting pot of whoever was unlucky enough to end up there. Three days after his arrival, this had included the Bloodied Talon. The Talon had been a Gorn freighter that had landed on Frontier to make some repairs. Alex and several locals had used the opportunity to leave the planet. Six months later, she had exchanged some cargo with the SS Andromeda, which had become Alex’s new home.

 

~That wasn’t the first time a lady got you into trouble.~ And he suspected it wouldn’t be the last. Of course, none of them compared to Yenna. His train of thought was derailed by the sight of the outpost. ~Gotcha.~ He flicked a switch to arm the two missiles mounted underneath his craft. ~One shot, make it count.~ He pulled the trigger and launched his missiles. They hit the outpost and wiped it off the map. ~Long life nuclear warheads.~

 

He had barely finished the thought went six blips appeared on his radar. ~Well, I guess I found the rest of the squadron.~ So he pulled back the stick and took the Viper back into space. As the view outside the cockpit went back to black, he got the feeling that the hard part of this fight had just begun.

 

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