This is the first part to the story. Thank you for reading, if you do. Please, critique or compliment if you like^^ (Yes, the editing went MUCH faster than I thought)
“Commander! Three bogies, set ten o’clock high!” Instantly, the Fighter-Command ship UJN Reliant’s direction changed to said aim, and fired its MAK MkIII cannons, completely obliterating it’s target with ease.
“Haha! Eat that, scumbag!” Commander-2nd-class Tobias Wolffe smirked at the latest kill. “Layla,” He called for the ship’s artificial intelligence, “Scan the ship. Who was it?”
“Scanning…” Layla started the scan; pausing speech for a few minutes. “This was a ship classified as a frigate; Engineer based. It was piloted by humanoids. These humanoids were most likely bandits.”
“Hmph. Good.” Wolffe nodded, and turned to his crew of eight. “Good job, guys! You played your parts well.” The conclusion was accepted, as they continued on their patrols of the outer sector.
“Nothing much, huh?” Gunnery Sergeant Lance Fortuna smirked, leaning back in his seat.
“Damn right…that was easiest yet!” Wolffe grinned, and patted the control unit. “This ol gal’s runnin perfect and indestructible!”
“Thank you, commander.” Layla spoke through the intercom headset Wolffe wore. The commander nodded, and grinned.
“Tis the best one made yet!” The engineer–and maker of the ship, Master Sergeant Miles Letinburgh smiled, complimenting his own works. The AXE prototype X was the best creation he has made yet. Wolffe patted Letinburgh’s back.
“Nice ship, mate.” He smiled. “Works well!”
“It’s meant to!” They laughed together, on the success of the prototype command ship. Suddenly, the light shale coloured HUD systems turned a blood red; systems and alarms spouted off.
“Enemies sighted!” Fortuna growled. The outer-hull cams turned on, sending feed to the main screen. Four Interceptors of the Galactic Federation rushed into their attack space. The iridium core engines whirred as the Interceptors slowed to a glide.
“Sir,” Layla began notification. “A com-line is being requested.”
“Open it. Line two.” Wolffe nodded as he gave the command. Soon enough, the crew of eight could see a middle-aged man with five stars on his shoulder.
“Commander 2nd class Tobias M. Wollfe?” The man asked. Wolffe nodded.
“You’re named the best Commander the Jericho Nation owns?” A slight hint of disgust spouted from the General’s tone. Wolffe growled.
“Damn right I am. Who’s asking?”
“General James Wetburkur.” The GFR General, at his name, hummed with a tune of self pride. Wolffe scoffed again. “There’s a warrant for your arrest at the Galactic Federation. You need to come with us.” With the General’s words, Wolffe sneered.
“Last I checked, I’m not in your sectors, mate…isn’t that trespassing? Illegal?” The general only growled.
“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way!” The roars of the iridium core engines could be heard with the sub-sonic microphones that the AXE had built into it. Fortuna flipped a few switches, turning the AXE X from its standard fitting to attack mode. The MAK MkIII railguns revved up, and instantly fired upon the interceptors; the first one that was hit exploded instantly. The railgun cannons turned to the second, who was firing upon the Reliant.
“Layla! Diffusion shield!” Wolffe shouted.
“Yes sir.” The hex-built shield appeared in a bubble around the ship, protecting it from damage.
“Fortuna,” Wolffe started. “Lock onto that Interceptor, and blow its brains out! Pilot!!” Wolffe’s attention turned to 1st Lieutenant Doniell Pierce.
“Fly around the xxxxxxxx!!”
“Gottit!” Pierce grinned, kicking in the afterburners, and speeding off at the highest battle speed available: 283 units. They flew under the two Interceptors, as the missile launched exploded the second. The third; the General’s ship, darted off; no words with the retreat. Wolffe grinned.
“Good.” The ship was quiet for what seemed like hours.
“Sir…you realize you’ve caused war!?” Fortuna asked.
“Does that scare you, Gunney?” Wolffe countered.
“Hell no!” Amusement filled the gunner’s voice. “I’m up for it! Definitely!”
“Good!” Wolffe turned to his crew. “Boys, let’s head back. We need to tell the family about this news.”
“What!?” Ada Sonex; fleet commander, shouted in anger. “They attacked us!?”
“Apparently, I’m wanted in their sectors…” Wolffe admitted.
“They wouldn’t tell me.” Wolffe shrugged. “They just said come along. As I told them they were trespassing-” he was cut off by Sonex.
“They were in OUR sectors?!”
“Yes. Anyway, they attacked. We destroyed two Interceptors.”
“Damn…” Sonex thought for a few minutes. “I will inform the family. Good day to you, Commander. May your next patrol be a little more…soothing.” Wolffe and Sonex bowed in unison, and turned, walking opposite directions. Sonex stepped onto the shuttle that would lead to the Family home, as Wolffe stepped back to his hangar. His crew waited in anticipation.
“Sir…” Fortuna began, not finishing his question.
“Start up the Reliant. We’re going on a Federation hunt.” Wolffe had stepped behind them, walking to his ship. When he noticed their lack of movement, he turned. “That’s an order, crew!” He barked; eyes seeming to glow red. The crew instantly jolted to the ship; into their positions for flight. As Wolffe entered, the crew saluted; the custom for any Jericho ship.
“Where to, Commander?” Pierce asked.
“To the heartland of the Federation. ASAP.” With thoughts unknown to the crew, Wolffe smirked. The engines whirred, and the ship slowly raised from its lock. The UJN Reliant turned to the exit gate, and darted off, into the vast space they called both home and grave.
(Yes, it is written right here; no link. You mad, bruh? XD)