The King is dead...Long live the Queen

[DaveK]

keep it comiing! . . . . . please!

[SeeJay]

Ahhhh, Bossk. Not again. Hurry up!:P

[PandaBear]

Nice one Bossk

Got to say I like it so far

[Marvin]

Originally posted by Oasis

... i kinda dont want to die.

Now you complain? Now? Where were you when the story killed off you dad? Why didn't you complain then? Btw, is the guy inside the station really Eclipse? 'Cause, if it is, are you planning to lob an FT as your final farewell?

[Bossk]

Originally posted by Marvin

Now you complain? Now? Where were you when the story killed off you dad? Why didn't you complain then? Btw, is the guy inside the station really Eclipse? 'Cause, if it is, are you planning to lob an FT as your final farewell?

Thanks for the comments guys. BTW, do you think that I would give Eclipse the keys to an empire? The main character has not been named yet for the sake of the plot line, and to be honest, I have not decided on who it is myself. I have a choice of about 4 or 5 names, but there are subtle clues to one possible identity in the story.

I have however already written the basics of the last part, so I do know that it is not Eclipse. Sorry mate, no offence.

Bossk

[Marvin]

Originally posted by Bossk

Sorry mate, no offence.

None taken ... by me, anyway. I don't suppose you'd care to quote the "clue" as to who it is, tho'?

[Pyroka]

I am betting the emperor is none other that Bossk himself. Just a hunch, but I tend to be good at these things. Guess we have to wait and see.

[Maarschalk]

LOL....and the tension amounts.....I think I know who it is but I'm not going to spoil and release the tension as much as I relatively like to talk............:P:P:P:P

[Bossk]

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Part 6. Enjoy
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Her eyes watched the star field through the shattered canopy for the slightest sign of movement. It did not take long for it to come. Only a small amount of light played across the hull of her approaching killer. She waited. She had not avenged her father, but she knew that the Vonari cruiser would complete that task for her. At least he would not out live her by much. She waited. The bright flare of the missile launch caught her eye. She had expected the Vonari to move in for the kill, not waste a missile on a helpless target, but no matter. Death was Death. How ever it was dealt, she welcomed it. She always knew that when she made her move against him, she would not live long past the event. She waited. She could clearly see the missile now. With no sound in the vacuum, she watched it speed silently towards her ship. She closed her eyes.

The missile sped towards it target. An unstoppable needle of destruction. It onboard guidance systems had already plotted the most efficient trajectory to intercept with its target and now it was mere seconds away from fulfilling its programming. A slight, last minute adjustment in its terminal phase to avoid another ship was all that was required. It sped over and past the other ship and slammed into its target. The Vonari fighter erupted in a ball of gas and debris, ripped apart by some of the most advanced weaponry devised by the Empire.

The nearby explosion threw her across the cabin and smashed her shaken body against the bulkhead. Dazed and confused, she tried to make sense of what was going on. She should be dead by now. There was no way that the Vonari could have missed her. Turning back towards the canopy, she saw another missile streaking towards her, but instead of impacting, this too passed harmlessly over her head. Instinctively, she ducked. She grabbed hold of the console as another explosive wave crashed over her ship. This time she saw the aftermath of the explosion. Trailing fire and gas, she watched what remained of a Vonari fighter streak across her field of vision. The unmistakeable glow of Imperial laser fire played against the shields of another Vonari. Franticly, she started spinning her head around in an attempt to find the source of the weapons fire. The light of another explosion lit up space enough for her to see the outline of an Imperial Raven class fighter. Another missile flew from its rack and impacted the remaining Vonari fighter, utterly destroying it. She activated her suit com system and hailed the ship.

“Raven pilot, Raven pilot. I need urgent assistance. My ship has lost all life support and I have only my suit functions available. Are you able to receive me via EVA?

A robotic voice responded
“My name is BASIC. I have been ordered to protect you and render you assistance if needed. I am approaching you ship. Please standby and I will signal you when I am in position to receive you. I am pleased to see you are still alive.�

He watched the screen as BASIC dealt with the fighters closing in on Jade’s ship. Confident in her abilities, he turned his attention towards the Vonari ship that was bearing down upon the station.

It had been decades since the Vonari had last been seen. He, like most other people, never expected to see them again. After the decisive victory against them at the Battle of Lost Rucker, they had all but disappeared. There capitol fleet had been decimated by the combined fire power of the Clans, lead by the Legends. The Imperial Fleet had engaged a few small ships scattered across Evochron, but not a full size destroyer.

The weapons systems of Babylon 5 were, 40 years ago, the most advanced available. Now, despite their age, they were still formidable. Emerging from shielded bays around the docking ring, huge cannons lifted and rotated towards the Vonari. Their massive barrels each larger than an old Leviathan cargo ship. Almost as one, they unleashed a barrage of fire towards the enemy, engulfing it is rippling, destructive energy. The Vonari ships shields glowed under the combined firepower, and soon failed. The stations weapons were no striking directly upon the hull of the large vessel. Like a wounded animal, it tried to move away from unrelenting bombardment, but it soon succumb to the inevitable. Massive hull breaches ripped across the surface of the ship. Unable to hold its mass together, the Vonari ship swelled then exploded into a golden fireball as hot as a star. Consumed by the uncontrolled release of its fusion reactors. The fires died down, leaving nothing but a few pieces of debris that harmlessly struck the side of the station.

She saw him waiting in the hanger bay as BASIC manoeuvred herself towards a pad. Gently, she touched down, the sound of the landing bounced around the silent, empty space. The hatch opened and Jade walked down the steps towards him. As she did, she realised that in all her life, she had never met him in person. A few short hours ago, she was intent on killing him. Now she was not so sure. After being recovered by BASIC, she had started to ask why he had gone out of his way to save her? Why had he not killed her when they first arrived near the station? She had clearly shown him her intentions, her wish to avenge her father with his death, but he was still willing to save her life. Why?

Watching her walk down the steps towards him, his heart started to pound. After all these years he was going to see her in person. He had watched her from afar rise though the ranks of the Navy, he had made sure she had all the opportunities she needed to make something of her life.

They stood, facing each other. Only a few feet now separated them. Emperor and Pilot. Hunter and Hunted. Savoir and Victim.

She looked at him. The memory of that night in the hospital came back to her. Her eyes welled with tears.

“It’s you� she whispered.

“Hello Jade� he said. He placed his hand on her cheek and gently rubber a tear away. “I have been watching you. I have so much to tell you. So much to share�

He stepped forward and placed his arms around her and held her tight. She squeezed him back.

Jade lifted her head from his shoulder “I thought you were dead�

[Edited on 11-5-2010 by Bossk]

[Bossk]

There appears to be some confusion with regards to this last part. Just for clarification, he is not her father, and this is not the end of the story.

I am not fully happy with part 6, mainly because is was 0145 GMT when I posted it and I was quite tired. I don't think it has the same feel of the other parts. I will re post soon with an updated version. Consider this a 1st draft!

Bossk

[Maarschalk]

LOL......I did not wan't to jump to conclusions even thou the ending of part six made it hard not to....:P:P:P:P

[PandaBear]

Bossh your story getting beter and beter

[Sinbad]

This is addictive stuff Bossk! Waiting for next installment...

[Marvin]

Originally posted by Bossk

Consider this a 1st draft!

Ah, I was out doing something and never got around to reading that last part. Lucky me. Now I can just wait until it gets out of "draft" mode to read it.

[SeeJay]

Excellent work as usually Bossk. Can't wait for the next part.

[Bossk]

Part 7. Hi all. Just a short instalment this time. Once again, thanks for all your support
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She sat and stared at the man opposite her. So close but so far away. The only activated light in the mess hall shone down on their table, separating it from the rest of the room. It mirrored the separation between the rooms’ only occupants.

The emotion of their first meeting was soon cast aside by her ever present anger and hatred for the man. She knew that she owed him her life, on 2 separate occasions now, but the monster inside still sat coiled in her stomach, longing for release. It cried out to her to reach across the table and end her torment. It did not care who he was, only that she had fed it for years on the desire for revenge on this man. Now, it was being forced to wait. It did not like waiting.

“Did you kill my father?� she asked, dragging to words from her throat.
“No�. His voice slow and calm
“Who are you?�
“Who do you think I am?� He looked up from the table and stared into her eyes “Do you think me the monster you so wanted me to be?�
She slammed her fists on the table, sending her steaming cup of coffee skidding off and onto the floor. “I don’t know what I think.� She yelled. Meeting his stare with desperate eyes. “I need answers, but you are not giving them to me. You said you had answers, now tell me what the hell is happening here? Why are you here? What is this place? Damn you, tell me!�
“You are just like him. So impatient. So desperate for things now. Not willing to wait. That is why he was so good behind a stick. The worst wingman you could ever have, but if ever you got in a tight spot, you wanted him nearby. That is also what killed him.�

It had had enough. It had waited for too long. The battle that had been raging inside her since that first meeting had ended. She lost. Any feelings she had for him were swept away by years of anger, hatred and frustration. The monster took control of her mind and body. This fool was just leading her on, just playing for time. He had no intention of helping her. He was waiting for something, but the monster inside had given up waiting. Unleashing a primal cream, in one swift move, she leapt across the table towards him. Caught off guard he had no time to react, her body hit his and flung them both back off his chair. Hitting the floor together, they rolled for a few meters. As soon as they stopped, she was on her feet, reaching for the knife on her belt. Pulling it free. The cold steel shone in the light. Scrabbling backwards away from her, he tried to stand, but failed. His feet slipping on the wet puddle of coffee that now covered the floor. Hitting the floor again, he looked around for something, anything that would help. He managed to grab the side of another table and desperately pulled himself up. She lunged at him again, swinging the knife down and across his chest. The blade cut though fabric, then into skin. She landed a few feet away from him and turned. He was kneeling on the ground. Blood was seeping from a long deep wound across his body. Defeated. Her head was pounding. Blood and adrenalin pumped through her veins. She bent on one knee in front of him. She pulled his head up to look into his eyes. As she did, she noticed something sticking out of his turn tunic. Letting go of him, she pulled it out of his pocket. It was a small rectangle of paper. A photograph. She recognised the image immediately of a smiling little girl and a proud, loving father. But this picture was different, bigger. On one side of the father stood a woman. A mother. On the other side stood a man. A man who would become an emperor. A man who was now bleeding, and dying, at her feet.

[PandaBear]

bossk. You are so COLD!!!!! Leaving us hangging like that.

[SeeJay]

Ahhhhhhhhhhh. your killing me Bossk! "COLD" is not enough.
Excellent as usual.

[Maarschalk]

LOL.......It's freezing at absulote 0 Kelvin = -273.15 Celsius......:P:P:P:P:P

[Sinbad]

AAARRRGGGHH!! BOOOOSSSK!!

Who IS it???? Her Brother???

[darcsyde83]

nice:)

[Bossk]

Hi guys. just wanted to let you know that part 8 is on the way. A lot of your questions, and Jade's will be answered, so just stand by for a bit longer. Sorry for the long wait.

Bossk

[Maarschalk]

Ahhrrrgh, C'mon already.......LOL....:P:P:P:P

[Marvin]

I suggest that half those books should be Discworld stories.

[Maarschalk]

I'm only a patient when I'm sick since my wife is a doctor.....LOL......:P:P:P:P:P