((From the files of Alex Jones))
DARK ANGEL
1. Pieces and Pawns - part 1
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the River-brink,
And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff - you shall not shrink.
- Omar Khayyam
Rubai 43
(as rendered into Old Earth Anglic by
Edward FitzGerald)
CHAPTER 1: PIECES AND PAWNS
Teamwork is important. It gives the enemy
someone else to shoot at.
- Murphy's 17th Law of Combat Operations
10 January 1722 hours
The skies over the Atrebla Valley
The high peaks of the Iron Mountains were like toothpicks now, jagged edges against a brilliant winter sky as claer as blue diamond, and with light touches from his fingertips he hurtled the ten-thousand-ton spacecraft through its paces. Down, down, to brush the tops of the birches and pines, then with a flick of a finger to scream skyward, straight up, climbing ever faster towards an imaginary point twenty-nine thousand feet from the rock-swept valley below. He could feel the G forces trying to override the ship's compensators as he monitored the instruments, and the slight buffeting of the tortured atmosphere as Starfox rolled and climbed.
The red circle on the position display was growing larger. Engines at seventy-two percent...airspeed nominal at four-fifty...steady now...
The circle flashed green. His fingers touched the glowing yellow button on the weapons panel. as it tunred red there was an almost-imperceptible shudder, and a soft voice said "Missile launch." at his direction the horizon whirled through the viewports as Starfox spun sideways through the thinning air and rocketed away from the launch point.
Six seconds later an incredibly bright flash filled the Atreblan skies, expanding into a miles-wide starburst pattern of shining silver and glowing gold. The brightening of the sky was apparent even through the bridge viewports of Starfox, now pointing south and away from the blast. On the remote monitors, the pyrotechnics werefully visible, and stunning.
There was a long silence on the bridge. After a few seconds the woman strapped into the Engineering chair spoke quietly. "Would have liked that, he would." In moments of emotion her contralto voice tended to slip into her native speech patterns with a decided lilt to her brogue.
The pilot's blond head nodded tightly. "That he would, love." His face was set towards the instrument panel, but the blue-green eyes seemed focused on something far away. "Ashen Devlesa, Dex," he whispered.
At the Weapons station to the left of the pilot's chair, the young man shifted slightly, turning moist blue eyes on the pilot. He said nothing, but the look was questioning.
"Romany, son. 'May you remain with God.'" The brown head nodded understanding. "Now...why is the missile-bay hatch still open?"
The boy started. "Sorry, sir." Fingers stabbed quickly at the controls.
The ship's passage through the high thin air grew smooth.
The pilot and engineer shared a quiet look and a wink of the pilot's eye.
Then a few quick touches on the controls, and the pilot hit his strap release and sttod up. "Zachary, you have the conn. Take us back to the field outside the Beacon."
"Aye, aye, sir. I have the conn." The youngster's hands danced briefly over his own control panel, and the ship began to swing gently around to the north. "Destination Beacon field, Captain."
"Thank you, Zachary." The pilot's smile was genuine now. "Kase, we're in good hands...join me in the wardroom?"
The engineer smiled dazzlingly and slipped out of her chair. "I suppose that's an order...Captain?" The twinkle in her bright blue eyes left no doubt of her readiness to comply. Without waiting for a response, she snared the pilot's arm and began to lead him aft. He had time for a quick glance at Zachary, and was rewarded by his son's smile and a wink. It's hopeless, he thought; they're conspiring when my back's turned. His steps lifted with the thought, as his pretty red-haired lady dragged Alex Jones back to the wardroom of Starfox.
DARK ANGEL
1. Pieces and Pawns - part 1
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the River-brink,
And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff - you shall not shrink.
- Omar Khayyam
Rubai 43
(as rendered into Old Earth Anglic by
Edward FitzGerald)
CHAPTER 1: PIECES AND PAWNS
Teamwork is important. It gives the enemy
someone else to shoot at.
- Murphy's 17th Law of Combat Operations
10 January 1722 hours
The skies over the Atrebla Valley
The high peaks of the Iron Mountains were like toothpicks now, jagged edges against a brilliant winter sky as claer as blue diamond, and with light touches from his fingertips he hurtled the ten-thousand-ton spacecraft through its paces. Down, down, to brush the tops of the birches and pines, then with a flick of a finger to scream skyward, straight up, climbing ever faster towards an imaginary point twenty-nine thousand feet from the rock-swept valley below. He could feel the G forces trying to override the ship's compensators as he monitored the instruments, and the slight buffeting of the tortured atmosphere as Starfox rolled and climbed.
The red circle on the position display was growing larger. Engines at seventy-two percent...airspeed nominal at four-fifty...steady now...
The circle flashed green. His fingers touched the glowing yellow button on the weapons panel. as it tunred red there was an almost-imperceptible shudder, and a soft voice said "Missile launch." at his direction the horizon whirled through the viewports as Starfox spun sideways through the thinning air and rocketed away from the launch point.
Six seconds later an incredibly bright flash filled the Atreblan skies, expanding into a miles-wide starburst pattern of shining silver and glowing gold. The brightening of the sky was apparent even through the bridge viewports of Starfox, now pointing south and away from the blast. On the remote monitors, the pyrotechnics werefully visible, and stunning.
There was a long silence on the bridge. After a few seconds the woman strapped into the Engineering chair spoke quietly. "Would have liked that, he would." In moments of emotion her contralto voice tended to slip into her native speech patterns with a decided lilt to her brogue.
The pilot's blond head nodded tightly. "That he would, love." His face was set towards the instrument panel, but the blue-green eyes seemed focused on something far away. "Ashen Devlesa, Dex," he whispered.
At the Weapons station to the left of the pilot's chair, the young man shifted slightly, turning moist blue eyes on the pilot. He said nothing, but the look was questioning.
"Romany, son. 'May you remain with God.'" The brown head nodded understanding. "Now...why is the missile-bay hatch still open?"
The boy started. "Sorry, sir." Fingers stabbed quickly at the controls.
The ship's passage through the high thin air grew smooth.
The pilot and engineer shared a quiet look and a wink of the pilot's eye.
Then a few quick touches on the controls, and the pilot hit his strap release and sttod up. "Zachary, you have the conn. Take us back to the field outside the Beacon."
"Aye, aye, sir. I have the conn." The youngster's hands danced briefly over his own control panel, and the ship began to swing gently around to the north. "Destination Beacon field, Captain."
"Thank you, Zachary." The pilot's smile was genuine now. "Kase, we're in good hands...join me in the wardroom?"
The engineer smiled dazzlingly and slipped out of her chair. "I suppose that's an order...Captain?" The twinkle in her bright blue eyes left no doubt of her readiness to comply. Without waiting for a response, she snared the pilot's arm and began to lead him aft. He had time for a quick glance at Zachary, and was rewarded by his son's smile and a wink. It's hopeless, he thought; they're conspiring when my back's turned. His steps lifted with the thought, as his pretty red-haired lady dragged Alex Jones back to the wardroom of Starfox.