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Kc7mxo
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Kansas City, Kansas
Jan 1970
time: 21:24
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The bridge was lit by an eery red light, debris littered the floor. Distant explosions could still be heard somewhere within the hull. Amongst the wreckage, one form still moved.
His face was a mess of blood, and one arm hung useless at his side; his one remaining eye was fixed on the barely functional tactical display. His enemy, that demon who had haunted his soul for decades was out there, coming closer. What was left of his own ship was drifting now, and plasma fires glowed in the eternal night of space.
Somewhere amongst the wreckage, a reciever chirped out a message ". . . Commander . . . .surrend. . . vessel. . . . respond"
One ace still remained in his hand though. Crawling through the wreckage, the captain headed for a control console, different from the others in the bridge. Reaching it, he turned, and looked again to the ship of the man who'd destroyed his life.
"No Kirk, the game's not over. . . "
Heh.
Last edited by Kc7mxo on 11-12-2002 at 05:29
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habadacus
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Looks like the MOO3 strategy guide is the biggest piece of fiction out there right now
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Kc7mxo
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Kansas City, Kansas
Jan 1970
time: 21:24
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Some more moo3 fiction. . .
It was a cold day, the kidn of day where icecles reach down like cold daggers in the air. I was waiting, just like always. No matter what mission I'm on, I aways end up waiting, ya know? Alone on some dark corner in the fading sunlight. With just a few flakes of snow drifting idly by.
But there, in the distance, i saw it. It was white, like the snow, and moving fast. Dangerously fast.
I moved into the shadows, where i'd be safe. You can't be too careful thse days. The beast slowed to a stop not ten feet from me, its muttered growling seemed to match my heightened heart beat as the Rider climbed down, and began to unload its cargo.
And there it was. The package I'd been sent to "acquire." But I was patient. I could have taken it then, and damned be to the consequences, but that wasn't the plan. And you know what a stickler I am for plans. The Rider began to carry them down into the depths of the old bunker, and I slowly followed. Shadows were plentiful, and I had no intention of being seen.
Waiting near the entrance, I watched through a fogged window as the Rider handed the packages off to someone else. And yes, my objective also passed into the hands of that oh so "trustworthy" person. I laughed softly to myself. . . it always suprised me how little it took to buy off such people. A single small piece of colored paper, and anything could be yours.
The Rider's own mission was done now, and he was moving fast again, striding forward with purpose. His dark uniform strode out into the steadily increasing snow, and I slipped into the too slowly closing door behind him.
The person who now had the package greeted my quietly as I handed her the payment. In an single moment, package and paper changed hands, and my mission was nearly finished. All I had to do was evac, and I'd be done.
I slipped out quietly into the snow, a blizzard of white flakes covering everything in sight. Like hope covering up dissapointment and disaster, they covered me, and I strode out into it a lone possesor of the coveted Master of Orion 3.
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Zed-F
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Hmm, as I recall, Civ3 had pretty respectable sales figures. I would think QS would not be at all unhappy to have similar ones for MOO3.
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