Friday, 30 December 2016

Space Adventure Bravo - Chapter 1, Wormhole Patrol

Captain Bravo spun in his command chair; suddenly staring directly into the eyes of the vicious Berkosoreian commander that was being projected an imposing 8 feet high across the holo-viewer screen. His steely gaze was unwavering as he gave the same order he always gave when confronted by something new and unexpected.
"Fire all guns."
His command came as a surprise to the unfortunate alien overlord almost as much as it was a surprise to Bravo's own command crew. In truth the Berkosorians were large in stature, but a benign bovine race of intelligent arthropods that feasted only on plankton and whose flatulence was well known in some parts of the galaxy to actually reverse global warming. Bravo cared not for such details as the first Quantum Beamer Fusillades cycled up to full power and delivered a thundering cannonade across the innocent merchant vessel's port side.
"Initiate attack pattern Omega." Bravo's stoic voice reverberated across the bridge through the tactical earpieces of the command crew. A warning claxon began to blare; the flashing red lights illuminating his chiselled jawline as he frowned broodingly into a flickering tactical display.
"Captain! Their vessel has no armaments; they're already in retreat". The dissenting voice belonged to a young junior officer, whose tear filled eyes reflected the flashing holo-screen as the Freedom spiralled past the lumbering alien vessel in a nauseating display of interstellar prowess. She was standing before the command chair; holding on of dear life as the gravetic stabilisers struggled to keep up with a vessel that was already at the brink of tearing itself apart.
Bravo's only reaction was to pull back on the accelerator lever hard; initiating a further boost in speed up to Light 15. The ship seemed to rock unsteadily and in some before unknown quantum conundrum, the front end raised into the air; beginning some type of space-wheelie and soaring right past the bemused alien vessel. More than a tactical manoeuvre, the action was designed to dislodge the dissenting crewmember from her perch. She tumbled head-over heels straight to the back of the compartment and into the elevator that pinged and closed its doors; whisking her away from the bridge.
"I just did you a favour; that was yellow-bellied mutiny!" Bravo remarked to no one in particular, whilst making a mental note to shorten the female crewmember's skirts another few inches to improve on the view that he had been expecting to get. "You can always improve perfection..." he mused, whilst also considering the same uniform change for male officers; he liked airflow.
"Captain, the Berkosorian ship is making a run for the neutral zone." The helmsman stopped mid sentence, suddenly reading fresh information that was clattering out of the quantum recorder at an alarming pace "No wait, there's a space-time anomaly forming ahead of them; it's a wormhole sir!".
Captain Bravo brought the Freedom around; slowing its speed to Light 4 and turning back towards their would be adversaries.
"Go after them, they'll not escape the justice of the Zordian Alliance so easily!". Bravo left his command chair behind and swaggered across the deck to the helmsman. They stared in wonder as the holo-screen lit up with swirling energy as a shimmering Wormhole formed directly ahead. Bravo merely pointed at the centre of the anomaly and gave a single ill-conceived order that would determine the fate of the hundreds of men and women under his command.
"Penetrate that hole."
He turned; pausing to give a joking wink and the entire bridge erupted in raucous laughter as the Freedom accelerated towards its target.

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