The Rise of InfiniCorp-CHAPTER 1
Posted: Mon, 11. Jul 05, 15:27
I'm not too big on introductions so I'll just get right to the story...
"Ha ha! Why can't we do this more often, Miazma?" came an excited voice over the radio. All other noises were coming from ship computers and the static of the radio.
"Because this is the sort of thing that will certainly end in your demise, demolishing any possibility of my future corporation having an elite heavy fighter squadron! And you know what, Matt? I want an elite heavy fighter squadron!" Replied a man sitting in the cockpit of a modified teladi buzzard. It had an increase in speed as well as turning ability.
The pilot had brown hair at about shoulder length which he kept pushed back at all times. He was clean-shaven and wore a black, red, and white pilot outfit with a blaster strapped onto his left thigh. He was quite the looker.
"If I'm as good 'a pilot as you say then how come you worry?" asked Matt.
"I worry not for your sake nor for the sake of my future company...but for the sake of myself. If I do not have an elite heavy fighter squad my defense will be much less effective unless I can train my future pilots to handle a buzzard like myself." replied Miazma
"Whatever..we just need to get out of here. You take the lead and follow behind since I have the rear turret."
The two were in the heart of argon prime each with a cargo hold full of Argon Whiskey. They had picked it up in Herron's Nebula. Matt decided he wanted some action and, despite Miazma's ranting, flew into argon prime for a shortcut to Brennan's Triumph. Miazma had no choice but to follow.
They flew straight through the center of the sector. Miazma said that the police rarely scanned the ships in the heart of the sector. It made sense...what pirate is stupid enough to fly through the middle of the Argon home system with a hot cargo bay?
"Ha ha! Why can't we do this more often, Miazma?" came an excited voice over the radio. All other noises were coming from ship computers and the static of the radio.
"Because this is the sort of thing that will certainly end in your demise, demolishing any possibility of my future corporation having an elite heavy fighter squadron! And you know what, Matt? I want an elite heavy fighter squadron!" Replied a man sitting in the cockpit of a modified teladi buzzard. It had an increase in speed as well as turning ability.
The pilot had brown hair at about shoulder length which he kept pushed back at all times. He was clean-shaven and wore a black, red, and white pilot outfit with a blaster strapped onto his left thigh. He was quite the looker.
"If I'm as good 'a pilot as you say then how come you worry?" asked Matt.
"I worry not for your sake nor for the sake of my future company...but for the sake of myself. If I do not have an elite heavy fighter squad my defense will be much less effective unless I can train my future pilots to handle a buzzard like myself." replied Miazma
"Whatever..we just need to get out of here. You take the lead and follow behind since I have the rear turret."
The two were in the heart of argon prime each with a cargo hold full of Argon Whiskey. They had picked it up in Herron's Nebula. Matt decided he wanted some action and, despite Miazma's ranting, flew into argon prime for a shortcut to Brennan's Triumph. Miazma had no choice but to follow.
They flew straight through the center of the sector. Miazma said that the police rarely scanned the ships in the heart of the sector. It made sense...what pirate is stupid enough to fly through the middle of the Argon home system with a hot cargo bay?