Autobot-Outcast

“Springwater?” “Yes, sir?” “Next time, we get the indoor crime scene.” Both officers were standing in the rain, their transparent plastic ponchos doing virtually nothing against the dismal Cartoon City weather. In the centre of a suburban park was a kind of stage, a domed space they only built one half of. The result was halfway between a speaking platform and an unfinished bandstand, with a door to a two-room backstage area nestled at the rear. Henrrys turned to the caretaker, and said, “So, you said this was a known criminal hangout?” “Yeah,” the man replied. “It’s

S1E8: The Once And Future Copper The administration office on the Nickhouse’s upper floor was rarely a hive of activity. While the legal department down the hall could usually best be described as a chaotic frenzy, not many people ever talked to the people this office belonged to. “I just don’t get it,” said one, leaning back in his chair. “I mean, there has to be a reason.” The other shrugged. “Oh, there has to be a reason? Remind me, where do we work?” Trent sighed and stared at his computer. “It’s not like we don’t have the expertise,” he grumbled. “We have N

Flameout spun a complete one-eighty and fired her fighter’s cannons, raking her pursuer’s fighter with phase-bolts. The other two changed vector and blew past her, preparing to circle around. Her wingman had been burned a few minutes back, and she was on her own. That severely limited her tactics and put her at a distinct disadvantage. But she wasn’t out of tricks yet. She pushed her engines and started flying an evasive pattern, activating the target tracking program on her on-board computer. It had one purpose; to acquire missile lock on targets out of the pilot’s line of sight. Several tense seconds went by as ne

The Moonlight Society’s Jupiter battlegroup consisted of the battleships Triumphant, Impervious and Victorious, the carriers Tyrannic and Obliterator, six heavy cruisers, four standard cruisers, three light cruisers and a scattering of smaller vessels. On the bridge of the Triumphant, Vice-Admiral Sandra Naismith was pacing. As a battleship the Triumphant was excellent, but it lacked the facilities to be a truly effective flagship. For one thing, it lacked a ready-room or ship’s office. There was nowhere for the CO to go to conduct ship’s business, or whenever it wasn’t absolutely vital that they were standing on the

The Sovereign's war room security was not exactly up to code. The war room on any ship in the irken fleet was supposed to be secured at all times by two armed irken marines. Irken marines were supposed to be the toughest, scariest, most heavyset irkens around, and were meant to represent some kind of ideal. Bal and Mux, however, were not exactly the best marines around. Mux was a short, unlikeable blabbermouth, who seemed to be several sizes too small for his armour and who seemed incapable of standing still for any length of time. Unfortunately, he was the only marine aboard who could be spared for war room duty. Apart from Bal, that is

"Who names their formerly-secret rebellion 'the Resisty' anyway?" Dextro Jains was reclining on his chair, nursing a coagulating mug of lukewarm javva. His head-crest was uneven, a sure sign that the merlunian was in a bad mood. "I mean, we could have at least named it something cool," he continued. "You know, something like 'the Alliance to Restore Democracy', or the 'Freedom Fighters'. You know, something that says what we're about. 'Resisty' is a stupid name, any way you slice it." Across the table, his wenstrissi copilot gave him a pointed look. She'd heard this rant before, and was in no mood to hear it again. Dextro had evidently ca

Post-Captain De'Vij sat in the command chair of Resisty carrier Survivor and contemplated his career choice. I should have gotten a posting in one of the sleeper cells, he thought to himself. At least then I'd have something to do. As one of the first races ever conquered, the tomogrians had been fighting the irken empire for as long as they could remember. They were one of the founding species of the Resisty, and were often looked to for advice. They also thought very quickly and had excellent memories, due to a fast metabolism and an average lifespan of fifty years. De'Vij clicked his mandibles together. He was only twelve, for crying ou

On the bridge, the officers and crew were mostly silent, communicating by hand-signal to make sure any order the XO gave could be heard. This was standard practice during engagements. “Incoming, sir! DRD bearing 121 mark 47.” All eyes turned to face the new arrival. There was a flicker of motion, and the Washington entered real-space. Five-point-six kilometres long, bristling with weapons and outpacing most cruisers, Washington was ENIGMA’s new flagship. On the bridge, Admiral Keith Anderson was standing by the holotable, wishing he’d asked them to install a chair. Standing up in combat just seemed so...impractica

Outcast was standing on the observation deck of the Oppenheimer. Located at the foremost point of the lowest deck, the entire floor and three of the walls were made of ENIGMA’s glass-substitute. The yellowish ball below spun, the surface winds, crushing pressure and sub-zero temperatures hidden by the dense atmosphere. On the planet below, Black Fleet Colonel Greene felt decidedly uncomfortable. Enigma had asked for a surrender. On the orders of his CO, he’d deleted the message. Now he was waiting for a battle to start. One he definitely wasn’t looking forward to. Aboard the Oppenheimer, Vice-Admiral Samuel Berringer w

The Black Fleet corvette K-224 moved into position. The fleet was twenty-two ships strong. Six corvettes, three frigates, three destroyers, six cruisers, a carrier and a battleship. On the bridge of battleship Imperator, the DRD officer glanced over his screen, quickly and without paying much attention. It was the second hour of the morning watch, around five am ship-time, and he was tired. He had his boots on the next console. Nothing had changed, so he went back to reading his book. The ENIGMA recon squadron swung their fighters around. They had all they needed. A few seconds later they jumped out. The DRD officer never noticed anythi