Helm A Lee - Chapter Eight Part 1

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Six Part 3

Post by Rayo Azul » Tue Jun 11, 2013 6:01 am

Alstrom Shipping Lines Scrapyard
Inner End


“What are you doing, Boss?” asked Jarvis, as she followed him through a ramshackle pile of equipment.

Jace grinned, tapping the side of his nose with an oil-stained finger.

“Oh, I love secrets,” mumbled Ronin sarcastically.

“it’s a present…” said Jace, as they reached a tarpaulin-covered shape, “and one I thought I would save until the opportune moment. This seems a good time though.”

Jarvis had been amazed by the quantity of scrap piled in apparently useless mountains in the open expanse which was the yard. She now realized that the haphazard piles were in fact camouflage for carefully guarded equipment. Jace’s depiction of his father as a useless drunk seemed to hold less true as time passed and she wondered what the real story was.

“Here we are,” said Jace brightly as he unveiled the tracked vehicle. Part truck, part tank; it was neither one thing nor the other, the chassis supporting the upper torso of a headless Mech.

“Yes…” hissed Borst as he saw the auto-cannons attached to the cast-off Mech, “you got ammunition?”

“Of course,” grinned Jace, “I saved some special rounds just for you.”

“You sure you never made this for Ronin?” quipped Jarvis, “It’s about his size…”

She ducked anticipating the prosthetic arm aimed roughly at her head, laughing at Ronin’s curses.

“This is for Borst,” grunted Jace, ignoring the interplay between the two of them, as he heaved away debris from a stack of boxes, “now stop the courting ritual and help me load him up.”

Borst was drooling as he rubbed his hands along the pair of LB 10-X Auto-cannons. The rear of the Mech was sheared away to reveal an armoured access to a recessed compartment with holo-screen.

“Who’s going to drive this?” asked Jarvis, “Borst is not the most…agile with mechanized equipment.”

“You are,” replied Jace, “as well as being in control of the tracking system and the machine guns.”

“What was this?” she asked, the crudely welded structure taking on a new light as he explained its features.

“My science project,” replied Jace, “enjoy…”

*

Ronin followed Jace out of the maze of scrap and hurried to keep up. Behind him the roar of The Beast’s engine starting made him speed up. He would not put it past Jarvis to try and drive over him for a little fun. Borst had christened the mutated equipment with its new name in an almost religious ecstasy. Boys and their toys was a strangled euphemism, but in this case very true. The cluster rounds now loaded into the auto-cannons had Borst itching to try them out and Ronin wanted to make sure he was not seen as a target.

“Get in your Mech,” said Jace coldly as he began to run towards his own machine, a blue-light pulsing on the communicator at his belt, “we are about to have visitors.”

“Oh, and any other orders my liege?” Ronin asked caustically.

Jace stopped and stared once at Ronin, before resuming his dash towards the Hellion Prime. Ronin began his own mad rush towards the Adder, the deadly promise in the young man’s eyes convincing him of his place in the scheme of things, and his value if he disobeyed orders. This was a Pirate Lord by nature, if not birth, and Ronin knew what the outcome would be if he dawdled in reaching his machine. Out of the frying pan and into the hottest fire from hell…who could wish for more?

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Six Part 3

Post by Rayo Azul » Thu Jun 13, 2013 5:46 am

Okay. I have noticed that this section now has very little traffic and also does not appear on the page so that guests can also see it.

I will continue to keep passing by but due to lack of feedback and other drains on my time it will be much less frequently.

If anyone is interesting in keeping up with my writing you can follow me on my blog or can ask where I am posting via a PM and I will let you know.

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Six Part 3

Post by BlackHornet » Mon Jun 17, 2013 10:17 pm

never could figure out how or where to read your stuff other than here.
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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Six Part 3

Post by Rayo Azul » Wed Jun 19, 2013 1:34 pm

Then I guess I'll just have to keep posting here when I get a moment :lol:

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Seven Part 1

Post by Rayo Azul » Wed Jun 19, 2013 1:59 pm

Chapter Seven

Alstrom Shipping Lines Scrapyard
Inner End


Paula checked to see her people in formation, whilst sneering mentally at the fighters they flew. It became obvious that even her influence was not enough to guarantee good equipment, although she did the best with what she could. In any case, they were there only to draw attention and fire so that she could concentrate on the destruction of her enemies.

The two craft were locally made in the Outworlds Alliance and it showed, there was some influence of Clan technology but not enough in her opinion. The Lightning and Hellcat each provided a separate means of grabbing her opponent’s notice giving her time and protection. Aggressive and reckless by nature, she carried this into the cockpit of her Visigoth with her.

The scrapyard appeared as a reticule on her targeting system and the two Mechs there flicked between friend and foe until she smashed her fist against the console and they steadied as a definite enemy.

“Just what I thought,” she muttered to herself, “the dwarf swapped sides. Never was one for loyalty…”

Her idea of loyalty revolved around people loving and following her into death, theirs usually as she spent with gay abandon. Ronin was a conundrum, an individual who followed less than blindly, but usually delivered the goods. Something had changed and it worried her little what. Auto-cannon rounds tended to remedy all in the short run…she laughed at her own little joke.

Alarms screamed as a bright particle beam lanced towards the Lightning, boiling armour. She gritted her teeth and fired the auto-cannons and lasers together and grunted in contentment as the Hellion Prime maneuvered away from the impacting rounds. A bloom of flame boiled upwards and the Hellcat banked sluggishly away. First blood to you she thought and wrenched her fighter around, taking up a position on her new target.

“Form up on me,” she snarled, flicking a glance at the read out from her heat sinks, before mashing down her triggers with enthusiasm. The Adder rocked backwards from the impact of the three fighters in tandem and Paula smiled ferally as they roared past.

*

“Jarvis,” snarled Ronin, as he righted his Mech, “when are you and the pretty boy going to join the party?”

“Keep your panties on, love,” replied Jarvis as she tracked the Hellcat, “borst is still figuring out the controls...”
The actual truth was nothing of the sort, Borst knew what all of the controls did but one, and it was this red handle with a dangling tag on it which had him captivated. In large, bold letters it read, “BORST, DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PULL THIS LEVER!”

“Borstie,” crooned Jarvis, “it’s about time you started firing…”

“What? Oh yeah,” said Borst, triggering his auto-cannons and delivering a series of cluster rounds directly into the path of the Hellcat, before once more studying the lever.

The rounds burst almost together, creating a series of pockets of churning metal. The pilot of the Hellcat avoided the first two clusters, but smashed into and through the rest of the rounds which Borst had walked across his intended flight path. Individually they would have done little, yet the over keen pilot blithely barreled through a number at canopy level. One after another they struck, damaging, cracking and fissuring his protection. With a squawk the pilot heaved back on his controls, exposing the underbelly of his craft to a spread of missiles Jace launched just at the right moment. The Hellcat split in two, as gravity and munitions worked together. A ball of metal and flame slammed into one of the nearby piles of scrap and Paula was down to one wingman.

“Oh yeah!” roared Ronin, “Now that is what I am talking about!”

Borst was oblivious to the celebration, as he carefully removed the tag and took hold of the lever. He just wanted to hold it. There was never any real intention to pull the lever, just tempt fate a little.

Afterwards he would blame the screamed “Borst!” from Jarvis as the real reason the damned lever got tugged. She surprised him and in reflex he yanked at the handle, falling backwards as it smoothly gave and the explosive bolts fired.

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Seven Part 2

Post by Rayo Azul » Wed Jul 03, 2013 8:17 am

Paula was at last enjoying herself; the loss of the Hellcat had flattened her mood but the impacting autocannon rounds which stripped armour from the dwarf's ride were enough to buoy her once again.

"That'll certainly bring you down to size..." she giggled, as the Lightning suddenly broke left and a blossom of fire and smoke rolled up from the Scrapyard. It seemed as though the surprise hidden amongst the assorted scrap was taken care of.

"Paula!" screamed her wingman, and she instinctively yanked backwards and kicked in her boosters as alarms began to sound all around her.

The pilot of the Lightning tried heroically to save her, but all he did was present to Ronin and Jace a much juicier target.

"Give him everthing you've got," snarled Jace, and Ronin responded, the Lightning staggering with multiple impacts. It seemed immune for but a moment before slanting sideways and smashing into a tower made up of a wrecked hover truck perched on top of a sign stating, "ALSTROM's - a part for every occasion!"

"Look's like we have a few more parts, Boss..." gasped Jarvis, and Jace looked across to see the Beast in ruins.

"Don't tell me," he laughed, "Borst just couldn't resist, could he?"

Before anyone could answer, twin streaks of light lanced upwards, clawing towards the rapidly ascending Visigoth.

*

When Borst pulled the lever two things occurred. The first was the application of significant force to the rear of the Beast which shot Borst and a significant quantity of metal upwards and back away from the bed of the vehicle. The capsule saved his life as he was flung abruptly away. Following quickly on from her comments to Jace, Jarvis was surprised as a flat screen rose up on her console simultaneously with the sound of mechanical parts engaging. She risked a quick glance backwards and saw the twin arms of a particle cannon rising from the hole left by Borst'a rapid departure.

A strident beeping drew her attention back to the small console where a targetting reticule showed a lock on the rear of Paula's fighter.

"Oh, Baby!" she breathed as she stroked the firing mechanism and heard the power whine through the Beast's innards.

*
Paula was convinced ahe was immortal, it was something upon which she had built her life. The Visigoth had more than enough power to get her out of any tricky situation and even now she was planning the demise of all those left in the Scrapyard. She was still enjoying the scenes of torture and death in her mind as the particle beams tore into the rear of her fighter. They met little resistance from the underweight armour, flashing metal into its constituent parts,

On the ground, Borst pulled himself free from his own personal Emergency Pod just in time to see the beams strike. He began to dance and sing as the Visigoth hung in the air for one more moment and then began to spiral downwards out of control. It was not everyday that you got to screw a Pirate Lord, especially one as demented as Paula.

He was still performing his jig as Jace and Ronin arrived in their Mech's, his own little misadventure well and truly forgotten.

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Eight Part 1

Post by Rayo Azul » Thu Nov 28, 2013 5:26 am

Chapter Eight

High Tortuga System
Pirate Stronghold


The stars spun slowly, ever so slowly, as the pilot rotated his small craft. After a lazy roll and burn, he lined up on the hodge-podge of walkways, old ships and freight canisters arrayed before him. He laughed to himself at the idiocy and gullibility of human nature and spun away, lighting his after-burners and driving his ride onto a new trajectory.

Asteroid 3789C loomed into his view-plate, the pock-marked exterior of the icy ball reminded him of his last visit and he grinned, wondering what had happened to the Williams sisters. Light flared and a blackened shape moved swiftly to intersect his course.

“You are in restricted space. Identify yourself or be destroyed!”

One finger flick and his encoded transponder sent its vital message to the Patrol Craft.

“Identified. Welcome home…” the tinny voice soon replied.

Such informality. One of the Seven surely required a little more ceremony? He would remind them of that when he had washed off a little of the sweat and grime of his extended journey, and hopefully after he had renewed his acquaintance with the viciously delightful sisters…

*

The gentle whoosh of escaping air accompanied the opening of the main lock and Captain Scarlet strode through to greet his awaiting minions. He was tall, heroically proportioned and prided himself on his dress sense. He sported a scarlet flight jacket, whose padded shoulders accentuated his breadth of chest and the black jodhpurs, tucked into knee-length boots added to his attraction. On his head he wore a peaked flight cap, also in bright scarlet and belted to his waist was a white needle pistol.

“Captain!”

Scarlet turned, flashing a smile and blinding his fans with his perfect teeth.

“Here,” he called, waving a lazy hand, “I have returned…”

His voice died off as he noticed the number of people rushing towards him, the majority in drab battle dress. Something was wrong.
Blue, his second-in command, pushed through the crowd and panted to a halt.

“Am I glad to see you,” he began, but was cut off by a burly man dressed in patterned fatigues.

“About time, Scarlet,” he growled shoving Blue to one side, “we have a problem.”

Scarlet arched one eyebrow and struck a pose, only to be grabbed roughly by an elbow and dragged away from the throng.

“Your stupid harem,” said the man, “has well and truly screwed us this time!”

“My dear William,” drawled the Captain, “whatever do you mean?”

“Paula decided to follow-up on her sister’s idiotic game plan and between the two of them they have managed to not only lose ships, men and their own lives, but put the whole Inner End operation at risk.”

“My office!” snarled the Captain, his well-rehearsed image disappearing and his true nature showing clear, “I need more information and you know how much I hate surprises.”

The large man paled at the baleful light now dancing in Scarlet’s cold eyes.

“Of course,” he stammered, “follow me and I will fill you in…”

The crowd parted miraculously in front of the Captain, no-one wanted to feel the whiplash of his rage which now burned almost as brightly as the colour of his famous jacket.


Alstrom Shipping Lines Scrapyard
Inner End



“So,” drawled Jace, “are all of the Pirate Lord’s this incompetent normally?”

Ronin barked a short laugh, “Do not mistake over-confidence for stupidity. Paula was a vicious and egotistical maniac, whose successes made her careless.

The results we see here, but we should not expect the others to behave the same way.”

“You expect others to follow?” asked Jace, projecting a deliberate air of surprise.

“Most definitely,” replied Ronin, shifting his weight more comfortably onto the hard-backed chair in which he sat. They were in the functional office of Alstrom’s Scrapyard, the wreckage of the attack still strewn liberally around them.

“What possible reason could they have for wanting Inner End?” mused Jace, more to himself than asking a real question.

“That,” said Ronin, “is the million-credit question. This is not their usual mode of operation. Insistence is not a Pirate’s trait, nor is committing time and resources to the conquest of a planet.”

He watched Jace, hoping for a reaction but seeing none. The young man’s skill and the weaponry hidden in the Scrapyard were another mystery, one to which he also needed answers. The communications console on the desk beeped and Jace looked down, before grinning.

“Now he wants to talk to me,” Jace muttered, ignoring Ronin’s quizzical glance as he stood, adjusting the silver cleaver in his belt.

“Jarvis!” shouted Jace, moving out of the main door, “Find us a ride. We have an appointment with the Governor, it seems that we have suddenly become famous.”

Ronin scrambled to his feet. Jace had not invited him, but this was one meeting he was not going to miss.

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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Eight Part 1

Post by BlackHornet » Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:43 pm

Governers going to give Jace a good talking to.
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Re: Helm A Lee - Chapter Eight Part 1

Post by Rayo Azul » Tue Feb 25, 2014 10:18 am

BlackHornet wrote:Governers going to give Jace a good talking to.
Yep, he's got some 'splaining to do... :lol:

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