Sunday, September 25, 2016

The Lost Calling - Chapter 13

Present Day
Near  planet Kor'Daren
Imhari system, Inner Laskaris Arm


Calrose was given the co-pilot's seat beside Keona, while the others strapped in behind them. Driz and Arabel occupied seats in front of data terminals where they could monitor the ship's systems and do their best to aid in the execution of the plan. But it was really down to Captain Keona and her piloting skills to get the tethered ships moving and manage to control the metal monstrosity toward the surface of Kor'Daren.
The engines of the Dasaq'Wen fired and the mass of the two ships slowly began to move. Driz's short child-like fingers played over the control panel as he bypassed systems that Arabel had worked hard to design. Though he wore no CDT, he was using very similar skills to jack into the GRV's control system. He fired up the solitary engine that Uden had managed to get running and opened the throttle.
The conjoined ships twisted as Keona tried her best to control the direction of the ship, while engines of vastly different strengths pumped out thrust in slightly different directions. The stars in the front viewport spun and twisted before slowly steadying. Keona managed to angle the connected ships toward the planet, visually sighting it in the window and trying to keep it in place. The cockpit she sat in hadn't changed, but she could feel the difference in the shape of the ship. Her view no longer sat in the center of her thrust vector, but was off to one side. It threw her off, but innate piloting skills and years of practice on numerous ships allowed her to quickly adapt.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Lost Calling - Chapter 12

Present Day
Near  planet Kor'Daren
Imhari system, Inner Laskaris Arm

Jett was laying unconcious, strapped to a bed to keep from floating away in the micro-gravity. A tall feminine figure drifted over him, scanning his body with an attachment connected to her CDT. Large almond-shaped eyes glanced back and forth from the med-scanner display to her patient.
"What happened?" Calrose asked as she entered the med-bay. She pushed herself up to the bedside, grabbing its siderails for support. "Is he alright?"
The woman hovering over Jett was the Salacean Calrose had seen on the communication feed. Up close the more alien features of her face were more apparent. Her eyes were much larger than a humans with long eyelashes and thin eyebrows. Above her eyes, at the center of her forehead were the small slits of her nostrils, subtly opening closing with her breath. The space between her eyes were completely devoid of the nose structure of a human, instead the soft rust-red skin sloped down gradually to big full lips. Her mouth was perhaps her most humanoid feature, opening to reveal a human-like tongue and teeth.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

The Lost Calling - Chapter 11

Present Day
Near  planet Kor'Daren
Imhari system, Inner Laskaris Arm

"That is not what I was expecting," Arabel said, staring out the front viewport window. "It looks nothing like the schematics their ident is broadcasting."
"Captain Hakar warned me about that. It worried me at first, but I can't say I wouldn't do the same. The hull of this thing is still factory," Calrose patted her palm against the wall," but between you and Jett, the inner workings aren't exactly to original specifications."
"I guess," Arabel conceded.
They both continued to look out the viewport. The Dasaq'wen was still on approach. It had been decelerating for the past few hours as it neared the GRV. It had only come into visual range within the last few minutes and the two women couldn't take their eyes off it as it slowly crept closer and closer.
The Dasaq'wen began to grow before them, the distance shrinking and the true size of the ship becoming apparent. The ship dwarfed the GRV, easily twice the length of the little waste hauler, with massive bird-like wings that stretched out on either side. Its general form was sweeping and graceful without any sense of angular aggression, but as the ship grew closer, Calrose could see that the hard planysteel hull was a patchwork quilt of mismatched pieces as if the entire ship had been built a hundred times over from whatever was lying around.
"Are they here yet?" Jett called out from behind them, ascending the ladder from the lower deck. The two women jumped, unaware of his presence.
"They are approaching now. I have the ship in a stable position so the Dasaq'wen can attach to our airlock." Calrose responded, still staring out the window.