stendec

With Abbadon on his side- Stendecs job became so much easier-It took them exactly a minute to fall back to their old flying patterns.
Within a few minutes, most of the escape convoy had managed to flee the battlefield, and only a few of their battle ships were left- bringing in the rear. Stendec noticed with a growing concern that their numbers were diminishing rapidly.
One of them was her- he could feel it.
To his right a red light started flickering- the bad news light as he called it.
Abbadon- check your screen- its about to become hot in here.
Copy that- were off- meet us at these coordinates
His screen started filling with numbers- streaming right into his navigational computer- Oh, and Stendec
Yes?
You better clear the area in 60 seconds.
Why?
A little surprise were leaving behind Stendec could hear the two giggling like teenage pranksters.
What about the rebel ships?
Theyve been sent a notice with the coordinates- one of their representatives will meet us there- he said hell follow your ship ok- see ya there!
With that they disappeared into hyperspace.

-60 Seconds knowing Abbadon- a surprise will probably mean a nasty explosion- better make the jump on time. Computer- count back 50 seconds

Behind him, Stendec noticed a single rebel ship leaving the others. -Must be their man he thought -And not a bad pilot too He was following this one all through the battle- must be a man of some influence- he led most of the rebels maneuvers

Incoming Torpedo Attack the computer announced.
How many?
6
Prepare ship for jump
He pulled hard on the helm- his ship turned in a sharp angle as 3 of the torpedoes exploded next to him, causing no significant damage. As he turned- Stendecs eye caught the rebel ship- it got hit. One of its wings was missing and its entire rear was on fire.

Computer- time?
20 seconds to explosion

The rebels vessel was about to explode- it was a matter of seconds.
Suddenly- from its side, a small escape pod emerged- it was just floating in space- left behind the disintegrating ship.
-Its engine is shot realized Stendec- hes a sitting duck- the federation ships will get him in a second.
Sure enough- two fighters came racing behind them- still too far to take a shot, but not for long.
Stendec turned his ship around- Damn rebels he thought Giving me nothing but trouble! the escape pod was right in between him and the two ships.
Computer- initiate jump procedure
Sir- you are on a collision course- there is a 97% chance a crash will occur before completing hyperspace calculations
Never tell me the odds- prepare for the jump

It was a close race- two federation fighters on one side, a freelance agent on the other, and a rebel commander in the middle- probably with a nice price on his head.

10 seconds to explosion sir.
Shut up already

Stendecs concentration could have cut through glass. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead. He didnt even know if what he attempted to do was possible.
With three shots he managed to take one of the fighters out of commission- it was one on one.

He sped up.
Closer
Closer
Almost there
Computer- Open cargo bay doors- ready tractor beam and initiate hyperspace jump on my signal
With one final swoop, Stendec managed to swallow the tiny pod into his own ship- just like rescue simulations in the academy.
With the same motion he fired one last shot- the fighter ship in front of him exploded, and he flew through it- Engage
The familiar light and silence associated with hyperspace jumps surrounded him like a thick blanket. Computer- damage status
All systems are operating, sir.
Connect me to the escape pods radio
Go ahead sir.
Are you ok down there?
I will be when you get me out of this pod.

His heart missed a beat.

It was her.


[Edited on Feb 26, 2003]

Oh yeah? which palm tree???

-x

fork that. the spoon is mine!

you coming back with a tan or windburn?

what about being now?
i think you are pure being

nm

[Edited on Feb 12, 2003]

i have the bed of nails taken care of, and i know a warehouse with very good echo. i am getting the high-end audiophile stereo, but one question: will a pony bit do, or are you set on the ball gag? please advise.

what a pretty picture.

A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.

stendec drinks on wed the 19th at vatikan fer skinjobs movie night. be there. lets hang and enjoy misanthropy together. heheheh get it?

donde estas?

http://suicidegirls.com/members/Stendec/52495/page2/
?!?

'Damn it! This transmitor is too weak for deep space communication' thought Agent Standec, stopping an almost uncontrollable fist from smashing the screen.
He was not used to feeling helpless.
A former Star-Cruiser Captain in the Royal Fleet, now a freelance Agent, he had certainly had his share of demanding moments.
Sitting back in his chair, he let out a long slow breath and closed his eyes, as was his cutom upon commencing a series of deep thoughts.
'Something's VERY wrong that's for sure...' He had one of his distinctive bad feelings- and he could tell it wasn't one of those which usually accompanied his meals at the space station diner.
He was facing two obvious options- none more appealing then the other.
the first was to consult the rebels.
Not that he objected their cause- it was very admirable indeed, they were definitely men of principals- even if they didn't wash that often...
They would probably have a plethora of conspiracy theories, from which he would be able to weave a thread of logic to lead him onwards on his way to find Grooverider.
The problem was the rebel's attempts at recruiting him- they would not leave him alone, using whatever means necessary to redeem him from his 'Greedy, Apathic state' as they refered to it.
One of them especially.
'She.'
She was the rebel commander's daughter. He didn't even know her real name- only what the rebels called her- The Tiger Saint.
Being a lone wolf started out as a pre-requisite for his line of work, and gradually became a lifestyle- One that he cherished and protected.
But there was something about her....
He would have to be careful and distant next time.

The other option was conducting a more formal line of investigation within the Galactic Council Court.

He thought of his last visit there. A smile crossed his face at pleasent memories from his brief encounter with the young duchess of Kajal- The Lady Keynor, only to be transformed a second later, into an expression of embarassment at the memory of the hugh scandal that followed and his hasty departure.

still- he could disguise his ship and go incognito...


He had to decide...

ahh- Agent Standec- A warrior and a poet! that IS the best combination.
One without the other will result in either a Common Thug or a Man of Nonsense.

STG.

[Edited on Jan 17, 2003]

It must be hard living a double life such as these characters you've described...