|So Much For Impartiality
Author: Ragashingo PM
Captain Ragashingo witnesses his first major space battle and makes a choice. Story 1 in my Real Life EVN series.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,499 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-11-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3435181
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This is the first story in my "Real Life EVN" series. It was the third story written. In this series each story is almost directly inspired by in game events. The correct order of the series is as follows:
1. So Much For Impartiality
2. My First Rescue
3. The Maiden Voyage of the Indigo Star
4. Good Intentions Lead To Bad Consequences
5. A Trap
6. There & Back Again, An IDA Frigate's Tale
7. (No Firm Title)
So much for Impartiality.
When I first started my career as an independent pilot I was of course a bit naive about galactic politics, but one thing I always told myself is that no matter what, I would stay impartial to the world around me. I thought all I wanted to do was make my a name for myself, and a lot of money. That changed on July 26th, 1177. It had been less than a week since I had bought my Sigma Light Shuttle, and less than a month since I had graduated from the Federation flight academy on Viking. I was on my way to the South Manchester system to deliver some medical goods to the city of Truro on the planet Cornwall. My jump into the Kerella system had gone smoothly and I intended to stay in system for a few hours while my recently purchased solar panel recharged my shuttle's energy reserves. But after only about a couple of minutes of drifting a distress signal came over one of the unencrypted military channels.
"...repeat! This is Federation Destroyer Rubies under heavy attack by Auroran forces! We need help NOW or we aren't going to make it!" came the captain's terrified call. As I tried to figure out how to point my shuttle's long range camera at the Destroyer a second voice came over the comm.
"Destroyer Rubies, this is Wild Geese captain Charles Duffy, hold on, help is on the way. I'm about four minutes out of weapons range and a whole bunch of my friends are coming right behind me!"
As if on cue a group of ships, a Modified Starbridge, a pair of Valkyries, and what appeared to be a trio of small Vipers, blazed past me, so close that I could feel their engine exhaust buffet my small ship. Just as I finished inputting the last of my course changes into my Shuttle's primitive navigation computer there was a loud series of quick bangs that nearly threw me out of my seat. Seconds later one of the Valkyries flashed by my cockpit window, maybe 100 meters away. I had somehow drifted into the middle of the battle! In the distance I could just barely make out the massive Federation Destroyer, and beyond that I could clearly see the form of an Auroran Carrier, backlit by the local star. For the next ten minutes it took my best piloting just to stay out of the way of the opposing forces. As best as I could tell nobody was targeting me specifically, but every once in a while I'd catch a stray burst of fire that would plunge my shields to nearly zero. Finally after many tense moments I managed to dodge my way to the outer edge of the battle.
I stopped my shuttle at took a look back through my long range camera. The Federation Destroyer my camera was still locked onto was now nothing more than a burning hulk, I could barely even tell what type of ship it had originally been. I switched my camera's target and watched as the Wild Geese ships formed up for another attack run on the huge Auoran Carrier. They closed and released a variety of missiles, but quickly the Carrier's fighters intercepted the formation. The remaining Valkyrie took a devastating railgun hit to it starboard engine and tumbled out of control. A moment later a Firebird closed in destroyed it with a burst of chaingun fire. The two remaining Vipers met a similar fate, one was torn apart in a duel with a Firebird, while the other managed to ram into the side of a Phoenix destroying both fighters. The last Wild Geese ship, the impressive Modified Starbridge, fought extremely well. It killed the last two Firebirds and was about to turn back on the Carrier when a flash of green light caught it in the side. A trio of Thunderhead fighters had engaged the light capital ship. Again the pilot of the Starbridge preformed far better than I expected, but his ship was quickly disabled by the flurry of missiles launched by the heavy fighters. What came next still breaks my heart.
In what was obviously a conflict of cultures the pilot of the badly damaged Starbridge pleaded for his life on an open channel, he said he simply wished to return home to his family. Just before making his final attack run the pilot of the Auroran Thunderhead replied in a disgusted voice, saying that his enemy should be honored to have fought so well, and be even more honored to be killed by such a skilled warrior. I closed my eyes and looked away just before the Thunderhead finished its attack. Now surely both cultures probably made sense to their respective pilots, but even to this day I find myself angry at that Auroran pilot. By the time I was ready to jump to the next system I had made a choice: While I would never kill for no reason, if I ever had the opportunity to assist someone, to save their lives from an Auroran attack, I would.
So much for impartiality.