Your right. There is no away of knowing that. Guess you just have a little faith.
I never lose faith. Don’t disappoint us, your idea is good
I have a emergency back up story ready to go.
Quick Question to the OP.
- What is the minimum length? And what is the max?
- I have a comedy story (Which was supposed to be my main story) Which can translate into the Star Conflict universe.
- Must it be star conflict related?
- I’m really gunning for that Pirate DLC as that’s the LAST one to get for my Collection…*Breathes heavily*
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There is no limit on size. Make it as long or short as you like
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Its totally up to you what you write
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It doesn’t _have_ to be Star Conflict related. But im sure others would enjoy it if it were.
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I can make that happen for you
Good luck!
Part 1
It was night and the Vert Bird hummed loudly as we flew over the clouds to our destination. This was my first time in Canada, and I was told that our operation was going to be in the far reaches of northern Alberta. The full moon was like a spotlight overhead, and you could even see the shadows of our fleet, cast upon the clouds below.
During our debriefing, it was understood that our client for this contract held some political power. I was told they had a lot invested in this operation, but I had no idea that they’d go as far as providing surplus military vehicles. It felt comfortable to be riding in style. I got equipped with an upgrade, a fully automatic shotgun with explosives rounds - old school, yet effective. I had also been given a helmet which could read heat signatures through objects and display information onto a translucent screen. We had been flying for a couple of hours and just as I had closed my eyes, Alpha team chirped onto the headset.
“Beta one, we’re approaching drop point in 15 minutes. Get ready for insertion.”
Everyone in the cabin stood up and began shaking off the cobwebs. Serious business was about to occur and we all made sure that we had each other’s back. My heart started to beat a little faster. The anticipation was palpable. My gut lifted into my rib-cage as we descended through the clouds and for a moment, we were bathed in a quiet darkness. After the clouds passed I looked down on the target, Fort Mac. The lights in the various buildings made it look like a night-bright in a barren wasteland. The treasures of this place were to pay for our new equipment- our debt. It was the oil, the resources that we were after- or should I say, that our client was after.
We were the first to show aggression in this operation, and we did it well. Just as the Vert Bird was close enough to the ground, zip lines were dropped and my team, Beta 1, was jumping off to secure the eastern guard tower.
I was front lines. I loved it that way. Snow made its way into my boots as I ran full steam towards the guard tower, intent on getting through that door. The sub-zero air was an unfamiliar sting to my throat. I knew Grant was right behind me. I knew he had my back, as always. When I got to the door, I didn’t pause for a second, I immediately brought up my foot and kicked it in with brute force. The door swung open and it’s window shattered. The glass made a satisfying crunch under my boots as I entered the building.
My headset chirped: “I saw 2 guards in the windows, they backed away before I got a shot. Good luck in there.”
My eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room as I scanned the area. I checked for heat signatures and from what I could tell, there wasn’t anybody at the base of the tower. We arrived at the perfect time. No resistance, not yet anyways. I made my way up a stair case and at the top, I came to a set of metallic double doors, with a window in each one. I stayed back and waited for Grant and the rest of the crew to take position.
The men behind those doors were ready for me. From the moment I breached the door to the tower, they knew someone was coming. Those guards, armed with the best weaponry Fort Mac could buy, were crouched with poise, waiting for my entrance.
part 2
Grant came up the stairs and took position behind me. I scanned the heat signatures behind the doors.
“What do you see Dameon?”
“We got three tangos, one just to the left, the other two crouched 20 feet towards the back. Guy on the left looks like he’s gonna try to flank us.”
We hung back for a moment, and I observed the movements of the guards ahead until Alpha chirped onto the headset -“Beta one, get ready for lights out in 15 seconds” - “copy that Alpha.”
Grant and I pulled out flash bangs from our utility belts. No words were needed; the fluorescent lights above us flickered, and then went out, leaving us in darkness. The guards up ahead cursed audibly, and being careful to get our timing right, we tossed our flash bangs in unison through the windows of the doors ahead.
I aimed my shotgun at the center of the double doors, and gave the flash bangs a second to explode. I then pulled the trigger and shot the doors open with a deafening blast. The guard on the left was struck by the swinging door, knocking the gun out of his hands. The other two guards were dazed and taking cover behind an overturned desk. We rushed in, I turned left and and shot the first guard in the chest, he flew backwards and landed on his back. On the wall behind him I could see the heat signature of his blood splattered like yellow paint on a black canvass.
Grant shot through the desk in front of us, and took out the remaining two guards.
We paused. The smell of sulfur and smoke emanated from the darkness around us. -“Alpha, the guard tower is clear.” There was a pause.- “You guys have GOT to start using silenced weapons! We could hear you from over here! Hurry up and meet us at the rendezvous point.”
Space Randomness: CH 01 - Parallel Parking
By: JP HACK
Edited by: Google himself
Year 4432, Outer rim of Jericho space. On board of a Gamma Frigate class vessel, at the helm of the massive ship, sat a man with his seat reclined back, and his legs on the console. He was wearing a simple uniform that sported a Logo. The logo had a circle and two triangles, each on top and bottom. His hair color was brown and had hazel color eyes. He took care not to touch any buttons though with his feet as he lazily stared at stars move outside the window. The On board computer of the ship was doing routine diagnostics when it came to a stopping point. It displayed a warning message with the Error Code 413 on the HUD of the front screen. The man, at least in his mid twenties glanced at the screen and continued to stare at the stars uninterested. The computer enlarged the error diagnostic panel and put it directly in front of the man using the holographic panels, one of several installed on the ship.
“Mr. Noman, you need to have a look at this.” Asked the computer. Mr. Noman glanced back at the screen and sighed. He put his feet down and sat correctly to look at the monitor. Something clicked in his mind. His mood turned from mildly bored to mildly upset.
“Dammit Computer, I told you to call me by my first name, it’s Gwan, remember?” He shifted and scanned the screen a couple of times that the computer presented to him. After a while he sat back up with a confused look on his face.
“Um, Computer?” The computer’s response was immediate.
“How can I assist you?”
“All you are showing me is that a bolt on the warp drive is loose. Is that it? Is that why you interrupted me from a good day dream!?”
“Sir, Its a vital bolt, due to the fact that the ships Fusion Level could drop if not fixed, or in this case tightened.” Gwan looked at the Error code, shifted back into his seat with his arms crossed and had an annoyed expression on his face.
“I don’t want to fix it, I want to go home! Can it wait till later?” The computer did some calculations and replied, “Sir its not really a big deal now, but in the future it…” Gwan interrupted the computer.
“I honestly don’t care this time. Can you tell me the ship’s current Power Flux Level? Will the bolt affect us in anyway?” Gwan stared at the monitors waiting for an rough estimate from the computer, and after about twenty minutes the computer spoke again, this time loudly through the speakers.
“I hate to say it Gwan, but the Power level, it’s OVER 9000!” Gwan just stared at the screens with an unamused look on his face, and even started twitching in frustration.
“Computer!” There was some hesitation before the computer answered again.
“Y…yes Gwan?”
“I said I wanted a power level, not something from a 21st century japanese anime!” Gwan heard this joke many times before, and it was completely overused, and if Matrix Articulated Computers started to use it, he was gonna pull his hair out. Gwan pointed his finger at nothing in particular. “You said its over 9000 right? I want to know exactly where the hell it is, or i’m gonna turn you into a freaking blender!” Then immediately one of the many screens then switched to a loading screen as the computer came up with an actual number.
“Sir, it’s about 9513 out of 10 thousand. and don’t hurt me, Im just a MAC.” Gwan face palmed. He shifted his attention to another monitor and then pulled up some screens. After some basic calculations and going through some navigational and technical data, Gwan glanced up at another screen.
“Computer with the calculations that I just did, can you verify if we can make it back home?” Again the computer took a moment for an answer.
“Certainly seems possible to go back to the Kharak System. Shall I plot a course?” Gwan didn’t even hesitate.
“Duh! What did you think I was implying?!”
“Affirmative. Plotting course, Re-Routing to Route marked Home. Please fasten your seatbelt when the warp module is operational. Gwan, the trip will take another hour or so. It seems to me that we are passing some stray radio waves containing some 2100 Era Television signals. Would you like me to broadcast it as well?” Gwan’s facial expression turned from “I’m annoyed. don’t piss me off” to “Gimme that now!” face.
“That sounds awesome, and bring up MS paint while you’re at it. I freaking still love that program.”
“Affirmative” The computer shifted Gwans seat automatically to recline and fasten him down as the warp charged up. A Holographic screen set itself in front of Gwan’s as another screen sat beside for his MS paint program. The screen turned from black to static then finally to normal visual pictures. He flipped through some channels and came across one that particularly caught him off guard.
“We now return to Pokemon, Piss and xxxx!, this week…”, Gwan screamed at the screen nearly choking himself. “Is this Crap STILL ON!?”, He t Switched the channel immediately until he stopped again.
“We now return to the snack food hour, with your host Scott Eatman…” it displayed a fat man eating a bunch of snack food. and to the right of him was a timer of 30 minutes counting down. Gwan just stared in the screen in a trance, remembered that even he had some snacks with him. He reached into a nearby box that contained a lot of twinkies. On the side of the box was large print that said “Do not eat. These Twinkies are property of Lord …” The rest was smudged out from extra twinkie filling residue overflowing from the box. Gwan furiously started to open one and scarf it down like it was candy as we watched TV.
After about 47 Light years later, The kharak system was only an hour away. The system was a triple planet system composing of the large star Kharak, the main planet of Hak and its binary planet twin Vicro, and a Venus like planet Hydros. Hak was once inhabited but since the government collapsed and the atmosphere was repossessed, it has remained barely inhabited except by pirates and criminals. There still remains a few orbiting trade stations, one of which Gwan called home, Station 7337. Gwan, was still eating through his 23rd Twinky when the computer interrupted him from his heavenly eating mode.
“Mr. Noman…I mean Gwan. We are about to drop out of warp and enter into the kharak system. Brace yourself for some turbulence.” Gwan still had a twinkle in his mouth when he was startled by all the shaking of the ship. He nearly choked as the ship violently shaken and rocked. Eventually, the violence subsided, and the ship was now going sublight speed.
“Computer! Warn me ahead of time! I nearly could’ve died because of that!” Gwan took a cup and filled it with water, he took a mighty swig of it and threw the now empty cup backwards behind him. An idea popped into Gwan head. An idea that was so xxxx, that it might be crazy enough that it will work.
“Computer, what’s the current status of the trip? Navigational computations as well?” The computer immediately responded.
“We are about 12984.8 Miles away from Station 7337, ETA about 12 minutes at current speed. Navigational computations suggest a straight line approach to the station and the traffic controller already gave us the greek light to dock.” Gwan processed the information, which was something that was increasingly difficult to do as the twinkies were starting to affect his judgement from all the sugar intake.
“I want you to give me manual controls right now, and let me drive the rest of the way. This is something I must do!”
“Are you pulling my 10 Nanometer circuits!? Sir that is inadvisable, you are not allowed to do that, security clearance is…” Gwan, got up from his seat, opened a panel located near him on the far side of the wall. He pulled out a single wire, and the computer instantly changed.
“Activating manual controls…wait. Wait a minute! Did you really pull on my circuits!? Security Error Code 564 is no longer active! Gwan what are you thinking!?”
“I said to give me manual controls, but since you’re being a xxxx about it, I had to get it myself.” A set of controls popped out of the control panels. It look nearly identical to an Xbox Controller. Gwan took the controller, and adjusted his seat to get ready for the most epic docking procedure of his life. Even though he never did this before, the twinkies were already making him have a sugar high that would’ve killed a normal person.
“Computer, I need a heads up outside display, third person wheelman view of the ship, and all relevant information of the ship that can aid me in this awesomeness which I will accomplish.” Gwan’s grin on his face was reaching new levels of craziness. He started having a twitch on his right eye as he gripped the controller in his hands.
“Affirmative, activating new HUD monitors now” Out popped up another screen. This time it showed the ship from the rear, and to the sides showed a speed gauge and a timer, with a high score counter in the upper left hand corner.
“Ah, just like Forza 500. But Real!”
“May google Help us all.”
“Wait a minute, computers have their own religion?” Gwan asked with a blank stare. “How’d that happen?”
“Internet.”
“That…that explains everything.” He rolled his eyes. Before Gwan had done anything to alter the course of the ship, he could of gone straight and braked, and docked. But instead of that, he put the Sublight engines on maximum, and used the neighboring planet to slingshot around and around.
“Yehhh, 34534 drift points in Spaaaaaace!” Gwan twitched the D-pad around sending the ship rolling and turning uncontrollably through the star system, nearly missing and cutting off other ships, who narrowly avoided him. The only thing keeping him within the star system was the sun’s gravitational pull. Eventually he found the station after going right threw a open mining operation, running through a wormhole junction, flipping the bird at some other ship, and other crazy stuff that cannot be described in words. Then out of sheer luck, he mashed the buttons of the controller in a specific pattern, and ignited the various gyroscopic thrusters, in turn skidding the ship sideways perfectly into a docking point of Station 7337.
*ding* “Thank you for docking at Station 7337, please wait as the docking port extends,” rang the Station Computer.
“Well I be defragmented, that was actually impressive. Even if you just consider you just broke 4 laws, and caused the death of 2 people, it was pretty good!” The computer took a moment to check the ship for anything out of the ordinary since Gwan decided to take his joy ride.
“Ha, I told you I can do that! Take that artificial intelligence!” Gwan unclicked his seat belt, and stood up. He accidently press the A button on the controller, sending the ship crashing into the parked Corvette class ship in front of them.
“Why am I not surprised!” rang the computer.
“Oh, man, Oh, Man, Virt is gonna kill me now!” Gwan panicked and reversed the ship, but instead of stopping to correct his mistake, he backed up too far and hit the Cruiser behind him.
“Somehow, I’m not shocked…,” said the computer.
End of chapter 1
Thumbs up if you like it! I wrote this in less then 20 minutes!
Edit: Silly me, making grammatical errors.
Pretend I didn’t just make an account to respond to this (I really like free stuff).
I’m also rather shoddy at writing, but here we go anyways…
Right now, as I stare out the window, looking at the blur that is the world below me, I wonder about what might have been. What if humankind hadn’t fractured like so much glass, when the Signal came? Or, what if the engineers hadn’t so careless that the Frontier blew up?
Of course, sometimes I also wonder about what it would be like if every moon were cheese. Sometimes I envy those Keffians.
But right now, I find comfort in the past. What if Bartle weren’t so radical? If the Emperor weren’t so power hungry?
If mother and father hadn’t gone to Mare Nova on business.
Maybe the past isn’t so comforting after all.
But it’s good that I’ve come out of my daydreams. The instructor has come to the end of his introduction, and now, we’re to go on to physical training. I glance at the people around me. The kid besides me has his hair slicked back and his hands in his pockets. There’s a middle-aged woman three rows back, standing tall, with a determined look in her eyes. There’s a man who’s hunched over his knees just next to her. There’s easily a hundred people, some almost falling asleep, and some practically jumping to get on with it. And then there’s me. Where do I fit? Is there another person out in the crowd, suddenly with a brother and sister to support?
As we go to the barracks, I wonder, is that person as against this endless war as I am?
As we go to the simulations, I wonder, is that person as introspective as me?
As we go to the first training flights, I wonder, is that person thinking the same thing as I am?
And as we go to the cloning labs, I wonder, who is that person?
But now we’re at the station proper. We’ve trained to become the deadliest warriors, with only the truest of aim and the most practical of strategies. We’re given both voice and text communications, but have learned to read the battlefield more than our ally’s messages, listen to the telltale decloak of a tackler more than the shouts of a friendly pilot. Death is our mistress and our master. Stealth is a currency measured in seconds, each worth more than a Gemini of gold, than a Draco of diamond. For this last step into the life of a mercenary, each of us is alone, guided only by our instructor.
He asks if I’m ready, and I wonder, will I ever be ready? These past weeks have been the worst of my life. I’ve questioned everything there is to question, but found no answers. I’ve still got to keep going, though. For my family. And maybe a bit for myself – Who knows? Maybe I’ll find some answers out there in space. So I give the only answer I can.
“Yes.”
2 days left!
Who won?? Just wondering… :lol:
Yeah, who is the winner? Announce it to the world!
If there is 2 days left I assume there is no winner yet…
Supposedly ended the 16th though…
Supposedly ended the 16th though…
I thought Deepfield’s post had today’s date not 3 days ago 
Plot twist: He bought the DLC for himself, because he won the story contest with his original post.
Meaning that the original post was a story.
Directed by M. Night Shyamalan.
Plot twist: He bought the DLC for himself, because he won the story contest with his original post.
Meaning that the original post was a story.
Directed by M. Night Shyamalan.
Mother of all plot twists.
