Shaun shrugged off a shiver as he slowly pushed the Craft's Engines to their maximum capacity, trying to get as much speed as possible out of the little escape craft. "Why do they want to kill us?" Shaun looked over his shoulder, Nestria, though her actions offered the opposite, was quite beautiful, having the body of a twenty-something year-old, "I dont think they wanted us both dead....just me...." He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, the thought making him uncomfortable. "anyways, i doubt we can land on any of the nearby planets, so were going to a jump station to reach some place outside of ASC Jurisdiction....or importance." Nestria hugged her knees as she sat, partially curled up in her seat. "What is the ASC?" Shaun checked the engine's stability, "The ASC is the American Space Corps, the celestial branch of the US military." "Why are they so....mean." Shaun thought about the question, he had never seen them as brutal, or 'mean', he had always seen them as liberators, the necessary push when the time came. "They're not mean....just......determined..." Nestria tucked her head into her knees, "Their Helmets....made them look like Demons." Shaun agreed with that however, Marauder troops' helmets were black visored, with two swept back ridges on the top, housing transmission receivers, and the front mouth piece, where the breathing apparatus hooked, were split into several different vents, giving the appearance of rows of teeth. Just then, a transmission echoed through the craft, "Shaun, turn back." It was Nate. Shaun rushed to get the receiver, "Nate, wow man, are you alright?" Nate replied, in a grim tone, "Shaun, Turn back now or face lethal force." Shaun was taken aback by this statement, "wh, what do you mean." "Im on Board the USS Los Angeles, and Ive been given authorization to allow you one chance for surrender with no charges or reprecussions, just surrender the LFUN and you'll be unharmed." Shaun leaned his head against the front control panel and let out a deep sigh, "damnit Nate..... just bring the ship around and ..." Nestria ripped the receiver out of the pannel, pulling herself into the seat next to him, "What the hell?" Nestria placed her hand on the front consol, and several seconds later it was followed by a larege flash of sparks as it shorted and went dark, the entire craft following. "Shhh, they cant see us if we go dark, their ship relies entirely on heat and ES trackers, it was made to avoid any direct danger to the navigation and battle crew." Shaun looked at her in disbeleif, "A second ago you were speaking like a small child and now your planning how to escape an ASC Decimator." Her gaze diddnt leave the front pannel, and Shaun noticed her eyes were glowing a strange orange. He pressed his hand against her arm and retracted it instantly, his fur slightly singed, "Warning, All passengers aboard Emergency craft, the internal temperature is reaching beyond User safety levels." Shaun cupped his paws over his ears as the speaker system shreiked out. Nestria's light blue skin began to glow a slight maroon and he could feel himself get warmer with every passing moment. The craft moaned to life, every panel and light blaring brightly. Shaun sheilded his eyes from the blinding light, "So much for avoiding their sensors.
Aboard the Decimator, Nate stood, handcuffed, before a large visualization consol, showing the blank emptyness before them. A tall, lean racoon walked up next to him, placing a paw on his shoulder, "Well...will you look at that, Shaun is resisting arrest, even after our little offer." Nate growled deeply in his throat, "Which is total bull.....No charges ... I think death would be better than the Mars Penal Colony." the Racoon chuckled, "yes yes, lies and theivery, all are fair in the race against extinction, for you, me, Shaun, For all Anthros and hell even Humans who enjoy the benefits of an unshackled galaxy." Nate bared his teeth, the racoon putting his hands up defensively, "I know, Words and Ideals dont justify much.....but in this case it just might." a technical officer manning the panel turned in his chair, "Commander Brockman, Electrical Signal sensors are going crazy, an energy signature much more powerful than the escape craft has appeared." "Is it an attack, a Plazma round?" "No sir, its within the last coordinates of the craft, and its accelerating." The commander walked up to the consol and typed in an authorization code, "EMP round unlocked, run main engines on 5%and keep back up generators cold, with automatic activation waiting on my word." "Aye Sir, bringing engine power down." a weapons officer across the way stood and moved to a large targeting board, a massive holographic graph which was arranged for several thousand miles all around with the Decimator in the center. He used his fingers, which were capped with bright clear yellow electronic graphing triggers, and mapped the graphed coordinates of the craft and it's numerous possible courses, computing the EMP round's detination distance. He turned shouted to the Commander, "Richard, I mean, Sir, Course and weapon range have been set and calculated, clearance to fire?" "Granted." the weapons officer nodded and ran back to his panel, pulling his comm-helmet back on and bringing up a holographic chart of the ship, choosing the Weapon's Staging area. "This is Weapons officer, Gunnery Sergent Villegas, Load and Fire EMP round type D-1 to Grid coordinates 5-f-89, now." In the weapons deck men scrambled to the main cannon and quickly triggered the hydrolic loading system while targeting and distance were computed in and the round was tempered to the exact specifactions. "Round loaded and primed, Clear the Pipe?" The weapons officer turned once more to Richard, who nodded, looking at the command consol. The weapons officer typed in the final unlocking code and said calmly, "aye, Clear the pipe." the gun crew, dressed and guarded in Eva-Kits due to the massive pressure and atmosphere differences, took their positions, shouting into the reply mike, "Roger, Roger, Clearing the Pipe, Firing for effect!" the Cannon shuddered and released a massive discharge of electricity, shutting down the ship's main systems. The EMP round rushed quietly through space, a trail of firing debris following it it's wake. Richard grinned widely as the consol glowed blue in the back up power, grinning wider with every grid the round cleared. Nate's face was set in a grim, expressionless way, his ears bent back and tail drooping. "sorry, Shaun."
Shaun looked around frantically, noticing the flash from the deep reaches of the black space behind them, "Shit, they fired something!"
Richard kept his eyes on the consol, the navigations officer charting it's movement, "round closing....clearing rid 3-d-87.....4-e-88....Detonation....now."
Shaun Covered his head as a massive blinding explosion overtook the ship, "Damndamndamndamndamn." Nestria threw herself on him, gripping his arms, and locked lips with him tightly, the blinding light engulfing them both.
The Navigation officer cleared the distortion, "Target.....not disabled....energy signal....growing." "What?" Richard rushed over and shoved the Navigation officer out of the way, glaring at the screen.
As the light from the EMP round dispersed, a large, glowing object remained in it's place. It had eight long, curling and uncurling tendrils, with several circling orbs of energy keeping a rythem with the central light that was emmiting from the core, which was a crystaline capsule, surrounded by the remains of the craft, and containing Shaun and Nestria, still holding eachother close.
Richard stood stunned, his jaw hanging open. Nate grinned, "Good on you Shaun." Richard turned furiously, "Bridge officer, take him to the main holding cells." as the officer grabbed Nate, Richard shouted at him, "If they get away Nate, I'll ensure your life is a living hell from this point on!" Nate was led away, laughing triumphantly.
Richard turned back and tapped his boot, biting his lip, "So now the children of the stars are connecting with the offspring of Mother Earth.....This should be intresting."
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