So half the galaxy is probably DYING to hear the story about how I came into.. er.. "ownership" or the ICV-Galatae. Well, I figgered what the hell, why not? [rp]
All my life I had wanted to have my very own battlecruiser. All for my own, calling the big shots, making the decision, and the best part, I got to blow stuff up. At an early age an Insurgent family took me in. I embraced their ways immediately. Some say I was "fooled by false stories" and some other hogwash, but I know it was my true calling. Er, anyways, when I came of proper age to begin applying for command of my own BC, I applied, of course, only to be turned down 2 days later due to the fact that I was "destructive" and "intent on overkill if I had the funds" and "too young". I think it was their nice wway of saying I wasn't ready, or something like that. Never to be turned down, I kept asking if there was ANY way I could own my very own god-sent battlecruiser. Then I came into contact with Mr. Mordan. Usually people stayed away from this guy, probably for obvious reasons. But not me! I him of my dilemma. We got to work. *skip ahead about 7 months of training* So next I found myself on a shuttle heading towards Galcom HQ with a bunch of military hotheads who kept babbling on about this "Supreme Commander", while another, who seemed to curse a lot, complained about this "Paul Resnig" and how he had ruined this marine's career. I couldn't see how untill I noticed he was missing his leg. The shuttle docked, and I got off, signed a few papers, and took a low profile. *hold* Alright I probably got you confused. Why the hell was I at Galcom HQ? Well, the idea was this. If I wanted my own BC so bad, Mr. Mordan said, "why not just go and ste-, er.. 'borrow' one?" I'll leave the rest to your imagination *resume* Whilst getting familiar with my surroundings, I came across a photo of this "Supreme Commander" everyone was talking about. I won't go into many details, but he had this look on his face in the picture that would inspire fear into any commander. This would be one to watch out for.. *skip ahead about 1 month* I had gotten familiar with the station, met my contacts, and made a ton of friends. I had taken up the position of engineering, obviously for the fact that when I got assigned to a Galcom ship, I could go all over the place without any suspicion. And yes I did have the knowledge to make a good engineer. I then learned of a new ship that was going to be launched the next day, the Galatae. I applied for a position and it was accepted. Greeting the crew members the next day, I got down to engineering and began to "blend in". Oh yes, and a few hours earlier I had of course put my little package in my quarters, put where noone would ever suspect (under the bed)..... *skip ahead a month* I had grown very accustomed with the crew. Pity they would all die soon. My time had come, in 2 hours we would be heading near Insurgent controlled space. Getting my regular duties done, I then headed into my quarters and grabbed my package. I opened it up and took out the contents, making sure everything was in-tact. As one of my usual idiot blunders, I had failed to close the door to my quarters, and wouldn't you be surprised to learn that the navigation officer decided it was time for a visit... I think she was in love with me or something. Not that the feeling was mutual... I quickly hid the pack behind my pack, and invited her in. Telling her to sit on the bed, I went over and closed the door, then activiated a special sound-proofing device Mr. Mordan had provided. Would cause sounds within a 2m radius to become silent, hopefully the prototype would work. I then pulled out my side-arm and got her right in the face. It was the first trick Mr. Mordan taught me. Knowing now my time was very limited, I quickly hid the body in-side of the shower. Packing all the tools I would need into a bag, I then slipped the bag into my engineering toolbox. I walked out and locked my quarters, and headed down to the air-flow control room. As I expected, noone questioned my presence. Well mostly, one of the rookie marines was wondering what I was doing, I informed him that I was walking in there to plant a device that would end his life in 2 seconds. Laughing, he walked away, probably to get drunk or something. I climbed into an air vent and pulled out the pack. I then popped out the device and gave it one final look-over. The device simply said "DANGER" on it, in-case it was discovered, noone would get suspicious. I then crawled over to an area in the duct near a fan that I knew would affect the air to the entire ship. Alarms were sounding now, they probably found the dead body in my quarters. Mr. Mordan tried to teach me how to hide dead bodies, but I never could quite understand how. I slipped on a high-density gas mask, placed the device next to the fan, gave it a good screw with my hands, and hit the red button that appeared. I crawled out of the duct so I wouldn't be hit with the full force of the poision. I saw the same rookie marine come around the corner, I smiled behind my mask and said 4 words, "I told you so". Mr. Mordan would've liked that. He often said irony was the spice of life, whatever that means. He then began to gag. Clutching his neck, he went down, and then giant warts appeared around his face as the fumes entered his brain and lungs. The same happened all around the ship. With the entire crew dead, I then walked up to the bridge. Clearing the dead body from the command chair, I then installed the device that would alter the ship signature to Insurgent. I laughed, this was finally it! I had sufficient knowledge of the vessel to plot a course to Sygan. It was quite hard work without a nav officer, but I handled it. As of now, most Galcom officers have no idea what happened to the vessel, but not for long......
[/rp] Well, my first fiction >) [This message has been edited by Ron Wallin (edited 05-16-99).]
