Right this is my first attempt at a fan fiction, Its based roughly on the events of Homeworld 2 and I
haven't yet thought up a good name for itJust did think one up. Before anyone asks, I'm going to take a DeepChrome stance to updates, that is they arrive when the arrive, that is when I finish writing them. Without further ado I give you the first two chapters (plus a prelude), constructive criticism welcome.
The Hiigarans, exiled for millennia to the desolate planet of Kharak, had forgotten their past until discovering a derelict starship in the desert sands. Within lay the Guidestone, a galactic map that proved they did not belong on Kharak and reinforced their belief that Sajuuk, He Whose Hand Shapes What Is, had banished them there. The ruins revealed a second secret—an ancient Hyperspace Core. Building on this technology, the Hiigarans returned
home and unseated their oppressors. Long and bitter was the journey, but the Exiles at last claimed their homeworld, Hiigara. Under the guidance of Karan S’jet, the Hiigarans have forged an empire spanning the Inner Rim. Although outnumbered, they emerged a dominant force, for they alone, with the Bentusi, possess the ability to Far Jump: to cross vast distances in the blink of an eye.
The Vaygr are a space-borne nomadic race dominating the wild and lawless Eastern Galactic Fringe. Travelling from system to system on conventional drives, they enslave any races they encounter, cannibalizing their technology in the process. For centuries, they have conquered and absorbed civilizations in this fashion. As a result, the Vaygr are less a singular race than a conglomeration of clans, led by strong and brutal warlords in fleets known as Crusades. Discovery of ancient Progenitor relics throughout Vaygr history
has led some warlords to believe they were the Sajuuk-Khar, Chosen of Sajuuk. These messianic pretenders searched for the Three Cores, keys to
hyperspace and the path to Sajuuk. This changed when a warlord named Makaan discovered a Core deep in the Hethlim Ice-Fields. With it, Makaan sensed the locations of the remaining two cores. Contact with remnants of the Taiidan Imperial Fleet revealed a common purpose. Under the Vaygr banner, they have been moving inexorably closer to Hiigara.
Chapter 1 – Departure
Talos Soban stared out the window of the shuttle he was in; staring down at Hiigara for what might be the last time.
As the ground shrank away from the viewport and shifted to blackness he caught sight of his messy brown hair, which appeared to be almost black in the low light.
“Damn it,” he muttered, “I hate rude awakenings.”
He then spent the next five minutes trying to smooth his hair into something that looked the tiniest bit presentable.
Failing that he turned his head upwards and stared through the glass roof of the converted light corvette at what he would be travelling in for the next twelve hours, a captured Taiidani missile destroyer.
He sighed and shook his head.
That thing hasn’t seen action since the beast war, how the HELL does it still fly.
“Curse those Vaygr,” he said angrily.
Since word of the Vaygr advance had got out all vessels with their own hyperspace module had been commandeered to help shuttle people to some top secret project. As the corvette neared to a stop, a sudden clunk pulled Talos from his thoughts and he turned to look at the hatchway that had sprung open and hearty voice drifted through.
“Talos Soban?” the voice said.
Talos puzzled over this for a second as his eyes focused on the figure stood outside, the voice was strangely familiar.
“Hang on!” The figure exclaimed, “Talos Cormaric Soban?” it said as it stepped forward into the light.
It was then that Talos realised who it was. “Sofia Mannan?” he said quietly.
“Yea, it’s me,” she replied, “now you better get aboard, the captains itching to set off.”
Talos quickly picked up his single holdall and walked out of the airlock, but not before he had banged his head on the bulkhead door.
This inspired a chuckle from his old friend. “Ugh”, he groaned, “I keep forgetting how small these things are.”
His friend smiled and shook her head causing her waist length blond ponytail swing behind her, “I keep forgetting how tall you are. Didn’t you have trouble with some of the smaller doors at the academy also?” she enquired.
“Yea,” he replied, “I suppose you’re right. I’ve still got the bumps from those as well.”
With a load clang the airlock slammed shut and the shuttle disengaged from the docking port. As it raced away into the distance Sofia took Talos by the arm and turned him to face her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, “you seem troubled.”
“Do I?” he asked, “I suppose I am a little, Every day down on Hiigara I dreamed about being assigned, but now that it’s happened I realise how much I’m going to miss my home.”
She thought for a second and the replied, “I know the feeling, I felt like that when I was assigned to the Kiith Mannan command carrier, but isn’t this what we all enter the academy for, so that we can seek adventure out among the stars and relive the adventure our ancestors faced on the homeward journey.”
Talos shook his head slowly, “I suppose you’re right, but could they please avoid waking us at three in the morning.”
“I think they don’t want people to know we’ve been assigned, anyone would think Intel was afraid we had been infiltrated with Vaygr spies. Anyway you got off easy, they had me up at midnight.” She explained with an air of tiredness
He sighed, “Now how did you come to be here.”
Sophia shook her head, “Same way you came to be here,” she assumed, “random selection, and according to this piece of paper,” she said with an evil grin, “I’m your commanding officer, Now come on, I’ll show you to the bunkroom, you can fill me in on what happened at the academy after I left while we walk.
He chuckled slightly, “Yea, I can tell you how I finally passed that Quar-Jet damned test.” he said with a grin, before following her deeper into the ship.
Five minutes later he was sat in the bunkroom with his old friend telling her about how he had finally managed to leave enough of the test drone alive for the salvaging exercise that he had next, when a group of three young fighter pilots that he didn’t recognise burst in.
“Ah,” Sophia exclaimed, “here’s the rest of our strike wing.”
“That’s Reydavic,” she explained pointing at a man with short dark hair and long lean limbs on the right,” but prefers to be known as Ray, he’s a Somtaaw, just a word of warning, don’t take anything he says seriously.”
Rey simply smiled and shrugged at her comment.
“The centre pilot is Reginald or Regi for short, he’s Paaktu,” she continued pointing at a shortish man with skin so dark that you could have believed that he had spent the last six years on Kharak rather than Hiigara, however his most defining feature was his bright pink hair.
Following Talos’s gaze he smiled understandingly. “Hey I may be short but I’ve got to make a fashion statement somehow,” he explained in a rich northern accent to smiles from the rest of the squadron.
“and the woman on the left is Charlie, we’re not actually sure of her birth Kiith but she’s an adopted Soban.” She finally continued indicating a large, menacing looking woman with well toned muscles who simply smiled.
“And this,” she said, indicating Talos beside her, “is Talos Soban, a good friend and the best interceptor pilot I know.”
Ray had just opened his mouth to say hi when the Captains voice boomed from the comm. system.
“Good to see you’ve got the introductions done down there but I’ve just received hyperspace clearance from orbit control, we’ll be jumping in five… four… three… two… one… Engaging quantum wavefront generation.”
As the intercom shut off Talos braced himself and could see that his wingmen were physically doing the same. Only Sophia seemed relaxed.
Then the blue wall of light shot through the wall of the bunkroom towards them, as it passed Talos felt like he was being thrown forward and, as his body struggled to compensate he felt a searing pain in the back of his neck.
Opening his eyes he found himself to be lying on the floor with his head rested against the bunk. He hauled himself to his feet, cursing as he felt blood on the back of his neck where he had banged it. He looked around, only Sophia remained standing.
“The one thing the academy can’t teach you, suppressing mental reactions during hyperspace transition,” he muttered to himself.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Sophia told him, “it only took me 3 jumps before I stopped landing on my ass, and strangely it doesn’t bother people while sleeping,” she explained, “Now everyone get some rest, I want to be perfectly awake tomorrow, none of us have any idea where we have been assigned to and we were all up at the crack of dawn so I want to be prepared.” She finished.
Chapter 2 –Tanis Base
Grumbling, Talos picked himself up off the floor.
Five minutes ago they had been called to the bridge by the captain because of what he had called, “An immediate hyperspace interrupt”.
Suddenly the captain growled out an old Kharak curse as 10 Turanic Raider corvettes shot out from behind an asteroid.
As he begin issuing orders to the weapon crews the comm. burst into life on the Hiigaran frequencies and a Hiigaran voice barked out a single order, “Identify”.
The captain moved forward and confusedly replied, “Kiith Kaalel missile destroyer Kar-Sen”. To the surprise of all on board, the corvettes suddenly became Kiith Somtaaw mimics.
“Sorry for the deception,” the captain of the mimic wing explained, “but its better for security if hostile ship disappearances are linked to pirate activity rather than the actions of Hiigara.
You may pass,” the pilot continued, “Deactivating inhibitor now, you are cleared for Tanis base on vector 217 delta.” he finished.
As the destroyer’s hyperspace window reopened and the crew braced themselves, Talos spotted a siege cannon strapped to the side of one of the asteroids, they must have been assigned to something important, the Somtaaw were taking no chances.
A whole half an hour later Talos found himself on his feet for the first time after a quantum wavefront pass.
Sophia looked at him with interest, “Looks like you’re a natural hyperspacer,” she said, “you adapted one jump faster than me”.
The captain walked past and settled down in his chair on the bridge.
“Welcome to Tanis Base,” he said gruffly, “I leave you here, I must return to Hiigara and start informing the next set of people of their impending assignment, a shuttle will meet you down at the airlock.”
After thanking him for the ride and saying a quick goodbye, Sophia let Talos and the squadron back to the bunkroom to collect their belongings before heading down to the airlock together and the squeezing into the seats of a small converted corvette.
Talos managed to bag himself a window seat and as the destroyer disappeared into its blue wavefront, Tanis base itself came into view.
It was an awe inspiring sight. The base itself was built onto a piece of wreckage of an ancient ship bigger than anything used by current known galactic races and resourcers could be seen swarming the surface of the base itself.
As they neared the base itself Talos peered out the window trying to get a good view at the front of the base.
It looks like theirs something inset in the base superstructure itself, Sujuuk they must be really paranoid about the Vaygr finding out, we still don’t know and its not like we’re going anywhere in a small corvette.
As the last of these thoughts flashed though his mind the corvette flipped through 90 degrees and shot up into a small hanger.
Suddenly Talos smacked his head on the seat in front as the artificial gravity in the corvette flipped through 90 degrees by itself and reasserted itself in this new direction.
Then the shuttle touched down with a clunk onto the vertical landing pad, the abnormal gravity holding it in place.
As they all stepped down out of their improvised transportation a smartly dressed man in a military uniform approached them and shook Sophia’s hand.
“Good to see you have made it safely,” he greeted her; “I’m Goran Paaktu, your temporary commanding officer and Fleet Intel,” he continued as he ran his hand through his short, neatly arranged black hair.
“If you don’t mind I can take you immediately to your lodgings here?” he asked.
Sophia reassured him that they didn’t mind in the slightest and he began to lead them further into the Tanis complex.
As the departed Talos got the feeling that there was something they were still not being told as he attempted to remember the twists and turns that they took to navigate the maze of tunnels.
What felt like half an hour later but what was only actually five minutes they passed through what seemed like a boarding tunnel.
Fleet Intel then punched a console, a sliding door moved into position behind them and the tunnel began to rotate.
When it finally stopped a second door in front of them opened and Goran tuned to face them.
“I’m sorry for the extreme secrecy but it was on Fleet Commands orders, Welcome to the Pride of Hiigara,” He said with a flourish, “our new mothership.
Oh Sajuuk damn it, that’s the top secret project. Another all eggs in one basket banana. We’d have been much better off repairing the Kiith carrier fleets hanging around from the beast wars era.
Fleet Intel’s continued voice broke Talos’s metal criticisms, “Your quarters are not much further, if you would continue following me please.”
After another long corridor, a left and two rights they arrived at a lift shaft into which they all stepped.
“This lift can take you to all floors of the pride that you have clearance for, your quarters are here on the same level as the hanger, directly opposite the lift,” he explained, pointing at the diagram and indicating the various buttons laid into it, “We have a small morale sector here, but it’s unstaffed while we are here at Tanis.”
He turned to them, “If there is anywhere else you need to know about we will let you know immediately, you have temporary clearance for the bridge, which is here,” he said turning back to the diagram, “Normally we would brief over the intercom but we want to talk to you in person before the mothership tests. Oh and finally although the pride does have a numerous mess halls but what little crew we have is eating in the officers’ mess on the bridge, I have to say its surprising how little crew you actually need when you have an unbound.” He finished, “See you on the bridge for dinner at 1900 hours.”
If there are any experienced fanficion writers lurking could they please enlighten me if their is a way to copy across from word and keep the source formatting. adding or the VB code tags is a pain in the neck.
Edit: good to see it posted I got dumped to a white screen when I clicked submit and was dreading reformating my text again.