Voice over - "The Space Shuttle program of the late nineteen hundreds to early 2000's was shut down when NASA's funding
was cut, just after publicly releasing a picture of something they shouldn't have. So back to the rockets we were ... "
~ missiles around the world launch for war, the Centaur climbs the rough weather on broad wings.
XO - "More wings than boat, if you ask me."
Captain - "You shut your mouth"
"But
they still designed, spare time, model building, theorizing, retired
fan fiction. The booster problem ... a slow climb had been considered
before but still didn't fill the math. Until it did."
~ and with
a knock aside of detritus in space, floating like flotsam now, like the
last bit of Earth's surrounding atmosphere, a ship ahead.
XO - "There it is."
Captain - "Sh. I was talking."
...
XO - To the bridge, "Lock on to their bridge, maybe the captain's a talker too."
Captain - "Chains ... son. We take her alive."
...
XO - "Build a abetter navy it is."
Captain - "That's right."
~ as the ships circle for approach, guns turning.
The
enemy craft a similar design and make, but clearly made for vertical
launch, four heavy engines at its aft corners, underside marked by the
massive circles of its graviton accelerators.
Otherwise it would appear aas though of the same team, but for the broad red marks rough painted across like gashes.
"It
was Hell and high water to get a NASA ship fitted through the military
but when the oil ran thin, it sounded like a better idea. Use the
Philadelphia engine, and call her a museum."
~ As the guns open fire.
"And oh did they strap 'em on. 'A diplomatic ship' A show of force ... while entertaining the drunken politicos ... "
~ A hit taken, the drunken rich through the corridors stumble sideways.
"But still ... we are commissioned."
XO - "Distress call."
Captain - "What it sounded like to me."
XO - "Nothing to do with that this, is our last trip before we join the Boneyard."
Captain - "We're gonna be hotel rooms you know. Real expensive."
~ another hit, the drunks sway the other way.
Captain
- "Half these bastards won't even notice the difference. But no.
Nothing to do with that. Just pure and simple blood lust, when no one
else is looking."
(skip the spoken intro (0:10)
The
ships circle in combat, guns open. Their design is much like our own
vessels of the sea, but topside and bottom networked with cannon alike,
strewn like a city map across their otherwise clean surfaces.
While
at the sides the gunwales line in rows, crew behind as they approach
good angle. The show of force that it is, Centaur is certainly well
stacked there. Meant to be on ground with fools staring up for their
money in awe.
Side by side, the gunwales pound, and then the
heavy chains launch from both. Anchored into each other's hulls, they
pull until steel grinds on steel, stopping when Centaur's wing hits the
other craft's tail engine spire.
Both
halted in slow turn from their dance, the topside bays slide open,
deployments of troops in graded space suits waiting. Same make, same as
the rest, except those red slashes across chests, deep as blood
waiting.
They
all begin their leaps across, some striking in combat, some shot down,
the last few landing going straight to work. The graviton accelerators
maintain their weak field still at topside, a side effect which bred a
whole new kind of war from the old.
A view through their graviton
accelerators, soldiers and crew to business through the decks to the
prep at the vertically opening bay doors (to show what the accelerators
do).
~ While on Earth the armored
man drops into a room of soldiers protecting another, not even bothering
to move quickly, just never where the bullet flies. His helmet
readouts highlight the angles of barrels in his odd dance to avoid
lining with them until they fall by his sword.
On the ship decks
teams protect the cutters while they work, creating new hatches across
both hulls, to the occasion body flushed out when completed. One crawls
through until the technician fills the hole with an expansive foam,
resealing it.
Ahead of the crew we watch, the door slides shut
with mockery from the port until gone. After the middle finger, the
technician preps the torch again ...
The gunner watching over the tech - "So we're pirates now."
Tech - Kneeling in for the cut, "Yeah ... rebuilding the fleet. Do you even know what this ship is ?"
Watch - "Fucked."
Tech - Annoyed, "She's the Excalibur."
Watch - "You mean ... like in tactical training ?"
Tech - Lights a smoke, hits and passed, "The one and only." Lights his own."
Watch - "But ... we're about to be landlocked."
Communications
- Takes the smoke from the watch, "I don't think so." Smokes staring
at the watch, "Captain don't like it. None of us do. And we just lost
all contact with the ground."
Lieutenant - Takes the smoke, "Bullshit."
Comm - "No shit. Just seismic static."
Watch - "What the fuck does that mean ?"
The
plate door drops, while on Earth the door amid the dead slides open to
the bay. A seed shaped ship, silver with no markings, full team with
gatlings mounted and waiting
~ A grenade rolls across enemy ship deck floor, unclear for whom.
The
waiting team opens fire through he door. Impossible to dodge, he
stands, while every strike drops another man taken by the similar ghost
armors of F M K in quaking and panicked streets, the shroom clouds
growing behind.
He walks from the smoke and starts the execution.
~ Xenofix ~
coming soon
PS ~ true story. This was the picture.
