Stories tagged “FS 25431”

  • On Patrol: A Brief Hols

    There wasn’t much to say to that. I couldn’t imagine what life was like before there were shrill whistles every hour to designate another long-ship falling out of the sky, cast like a stone from the devil in heaven. Ancient wrecks could sti...

  • On Patrol: A Captain's Assessment

    I watched as the situation unfolded, ready to step in if necessary. If Firus was a truthful about his crew as he was about his history, Banon was a stout chap who served as first mate because he could handle himself in the worst storms, as well as hold...

  • On Patrol: A Difference of Expectations

    I found Firus, legs sticking out from under the giant red pipes, tool box open. Puffs of steam escaped in almost high-pitched whistles from pinpricks in the metal. Those would need to be patched before much longer. Squatting down next to him, I cleared...

  • On Patrol: Smooth Departure

    Together we headed toward the bridge. I nodded to the chartsman who watched with narrow eyes as we passed by. He would be a navigator in the Air Corp. but on the Heart’s Desire he was part cartographer, part orienteer, but mostly he was surly. Fr...

  • On Patrol: Threatening Behavior

    “Captain?” I asked again. I grunted as a thick finger stabbed me in the chest. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” Firus said. Red blotching gave his bearded face a vaguely demonic look in the fuzzy lighting of the armory&...

  • On Patrol: Divergence, Convergence

    “I stopped talking to him when he starting toting the value of his ‘time-compass’. Worthless junk if you ask me, and I almost lost his friendship telling him so. Now what’s this claptrap about him sending you to watch my back?&#...

  • On Patrol: Weathering the First Storm

    “Well that explains a lot.” Firus mused. “I wondered why you were staying so close to me. I thought you were afraid.” “I am afraid.” I said, pacing back and forth in the cramped quarters of the armory. “I’...

  • On Patrol: Three Messages

    Neither rough weather nor problems with the crew marred the next leg of our journey and the days and nights passed without event. Despite the ease of passage, there was no time to loaf. The smaller crew and personal modifications meant more awareness a...

  • On Patrol: Walk About

    Walking around the ship with no destination in mind gave me time to think. I felt wound up tight, my chest compressed like a spring and sitting in my cabin wasn’t going to help. If I didn’t do something all of that energy would come crashin...

  • On Patrol: The Weight of Responsibility

    As the sun set far in the distance, the sky was filled with a myriad of colors- blushing, rose colored clouds where the last rays still caressed them, the pale blue of twilight that separated the day and the night, and the stars that were just waking u...

  • On Patrol: Evasive Maneuvers

    I kept calm and relayed the information. “One ship, maybe more, not any of ours- at least according the troop movements we last recieved. Long range skirmisher. We went dark as soon as we saw them but they’re already moving to intercept us....

  • On Patrol: Eyes in the Sky

    “Don’t worry- I’m right behind you.” I wasn’t going to risk letting him out of my sight. Just because he had reason to trust all of his crew didn’t mean I did. This would be a perfect time for an assassin to strike. ...

  • On Patrol: Going Down

    My fingers were beginning to burn from the wind. I carefully flexed them to keep feeling in them. More of the strange creatures dropped through the cloud cover and curved toward us. The frame of the ship shook violently, once and then again, as the can...

  • On Patrol: Hooked

    “That flare was meant to draw more attention than that of bats. The ghost flares will be useless if they can pinpoint our location.” Firus said. We rushed back down the stairs to the lower deck and opened the door to a hellish scene. Small ...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • On Patrol: Swabbing the Deck

    Firus was a force of nature, as strong and implacaple as a hurricane gale. He battled his way to his fallen men with a cutlass longer than my arm. The silver blade flashed as it sliced through the air in wide arcs, severing the monsters grotesque arms ...

  • On Patrol: True Grit

    “How can you see anything in all of this?” I waved my Krillman to try and dissipate some of the smoke and dust to no effect. “Here, maybe this’ll help.” Esmil yelled, bringing a portable elp-lamp to bear. It was the size o...

  • On Patrol: Spit and Prayers

    I wasn’t much of an engineer, but even I could see the whole rotary feed assembly was jammed shut with a mess of wet powder. Muttering curses under my breath, I yelled into the speaking tube that the gun was going offline and yanked the disconnec...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • On Patrol: To the Sideline!

    Groaning metal that drowned out all other sounds preceded the violent tilting of the Heart’s Desire as it slowly began rolling onto her side. Firus was banking to give us the best possible targets. That was the reason I’d been ordered down ...

  • On Patrol: No Mere Spectator

    The lower gunnery deck, where the big guns were loaded and fired, was in many ways a twin to the mess we’d just left. The chaos was slowing, though; everyone could feel the banking, everyone was preparing for a full broadside. “All hands! D...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • On Patrol: Crimson Skies

    Faster than I could imagine, pairs of men reloaded each one of the big guns. This was the first time I had seem them in action and I was impressed. The cannons were devastion incarnate but the men were a wonder to watch. To my eyes, each man acted like...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • On Patrol: The Hydra's Last Gasp

    I tried to make myself heard over the cheering, but it was a fruitless attempt. Mind spinning, I ran through the numbers – there couldn’t be much more than about ten ship-lengths of chain and the wreck already so far below us… Somebod...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • On Patrol: Disorientation

    With an effort, I managed to get a hand into the front of my apron and extract a Palar clamp. Steeling myself, I let go of the railing with one hand and, after a moment, slammed the clamp into the steeply sloping deck with my other hand. The Palar̵...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • On Patrol: Marionette

    Navigating the ship at such an extreme angle was an excercise in upper body gymnastics. The worst part was trying to monkey around the upper decks. Going outside was not only treacherous but deadly. A single misstep could cause a man to fall to his dea...

  • On Patrol: Kinetics

    A mind does funny things when it thinks death is imminent. Bannon couldn’t have left more than an armspan or so of slack, but I still managed to consider my entire life so far (not too exciting), wonder what Firus would say about me (I wasn’...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • On Patrol: Aftermath

    The adrenalin faded quickly after that, tiredness closing down my field of vision and turning the usually short journey to the bridge into a shambling mess. It was an arduous task even aided by the handrails lining each corridor, quickly devolving into...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.