Dahan
Rear Admiral
SCOTCH'S EARLY MOMENTS
2634.186.1335
I can remember when I first heard on the announcement on the news network. I never thought I would see the day that the Confederation would declare war with the Kilrathi, first there were the problems with the Pilgrim Alliances and their intent for political independence, the Mari-ad and other different terrorist factions that constantly destabilising and continuing harassing the Confederation within demanding taxes to be lower, freedom of speech and what nots. Now with the Kilrathi now on our front door, I fear that it would be a matter of time before I see the Confederation fall into chaos, into a galactic wide civil war.
I remember sitting at the Bull and Bear in Adelaide, Australia back at Sol with several of my fellow officers for a drink when we heard the announcement from the Speaker of the Confederation Assembly,
“I regret to inform that all diplomatic avenues with the Kilrathi have been exhausted, it is now clear they have no interest in co-existing with us or any other race. It is my sad duty to inform you that as of 6.00am this morning we are at formally at war with the Kilrathi. God help us all”
“Damn I never thought it would come to this” said Lieutenant Alan ‘Scotch’ Walker, “I would have thought that the Kilrathi would at least try things in a more diplomatic way”
“Are you kidding Scotch!” said Lieutenant James Gerald, “after their raids and ambushes on our colonies and trade lines. Not to mention the cargo ships that gets hit all the time by those Kilrathi pirates”
“After what they did to the Anna Magdalena, I don’t think they deserve any explanation” said Lieutenant Sarah Tyson, “they knew, that ship was carrying orphans and refugees! Didn’t they scan the ship or anything?”
“I don’t know” said Scotch, “but I would have never thought we would have more troubles on our plate?”
“Yeah” nodded Gerald, “first the Pilgrims, then the Mari-ad and those terrorists’ cell groups, what more do we want?”
“Oh I don’t know how about a full blown civil war some where in this galaxy to top it off” smiled Scotch, “Confed could always use some new problems”
“Oh ha ha Scotch” said Sarah, “you funny”
“It doesn’t matter any more” said Gerald, “we got a problem and we have to deal with it now. I just hope that Confed do find a diplomatic avenue with them. I have had it with these operations we are assigned to, against the Pilgrims and these terrorists”
Six months later…..
He did not like it one bit, but then he did not like anything at all, Scotch saw the red blips coming on his sensor panel, “I’m reading six, repeat six bogies bearing in at 090 mark 045”
“Confirmed” said his wingman, Lieutenant Colin ‘Bum’ Prinze, “Reading six hostiles. I got visuals, reading Kilrathi. Repeat I am reading Kilrathi!”
“Great just great” growled Scotch as he switched his communication frequency to his command ship, “Command this is Defence Lead, we detect six Kilrathi hostiles on approach, repeat six hostiles on approach”
“We confirm Defence Lead” replied the communications officer, “Fly Boss is launching a flight to assist and another flight on defensive position around home position, standby”
“Roger that Command” replied Scotch, “well Bum I guess we got work to do”
“Eh who said this was going to be easy” replied Bum, “we all saw this coming”
“Yeah, yeah I know” said Scotch, “didn’t think it would come to this”
“You are such the pessimist aren’t you?” said Bum
“Defence Lead, this is Captain John Cappa, designation Alpha Lead. We are hear to reinforce our position and assist you”
“Roger that Alpha Lead” replied Scotch, “standby to encounter hostiles at 005 mark 010”
“Confirmed Defence Lead, how many are heading this way?”
“Don’t know we detected six hostiles and can’t determine what they are. We held back waiting for you guys to arrive”
“Copy that Defence Lead” replied Cappa, “well we are all here. All units form up on my position and prepare to engage hostile forces on my mark”
“Get back Paul!” said Cappa as he tried to pull Scotch from the group of medics who were treating Bums on the flight deck. The encounter with the Kilrathi was not were they expected. What they thought would be six Kilrathi fighters was in fact a Kilrathi strike group of a light carrier, three destroyers and two frigates. Their command ship, the TCS Defiance was a lone carrier out in the outer quadrant on the Vega Sector unaware of the Kilrathi presence in their system. Fortunately the Defiance was able to call in reinforcements to assist them.
They were able to repel the Kilrathi forces but with significant loss, including several pilots.
Lieutenant Colin Prinze’s fighter was severely damage beyond repair but for some miracle effort was able to land with only two landing struts and a flaming engine. The deck crew pulled him out, barely in time before his fighter craft exploded injuring both Colin and the deck crew that were helping him out.
“I got to see him!” said Scotch as he try to get out of Cappa’s grip around him, “I have to see”
“Don’t they have to treat him” said Cappa, both Cappa and Scotch could see the medics working quickly to resuscitate Bums and treated his burns injury. As they were quickly trying to attend to his injuries one of the medics shook his head to his partners indicating there was nothing else they could do, Colin was dead.
“Fucking Kilrathi” said Scotch, as he finally got out of Cappa’s grip. He already lost Gerald and Tyson. Now he lost Prinze to the Kilrathi, “Fuck them all to hell” he turned and head out of the flight deck to the main exit which lead him to decontamination before heading to the rec-room.
2634.186.1335
I can remember when I first heard on the announcement on the news network. I never thought I would see the day that the Confederation would declare war with the Kilrathi, first there were the problems with the Pilgrim Alliances and their intent for political independence, the Mari-ad and other different terrorist factions that constantly destabilising and continuing harassing the Confederation within demanding taxes to be lower, freedom of speech and what nots. Now with the Kilrathi now on our front door, I fear that it would be a matter of time before I see the Confederation fall into chaos, into a galactic wide civil war.
I remember sitting at the Bull and Bear in Adelaide, Australia back at Sol with several of my fellow officers for a drink when we heard the announcement from the Speaker of the Confederation Assembly,
“I regret to inform that all diplomatic avenues with the Kilrathi have been exhausted, it is now clear they have no interest in co-existing with us or any other race. It is my sad duty to inform you that as of 6.00am this morning we are at formally at war with the Kilrathi. God help us all”
“Damn I never thought it would come to this” said Lieutenant Alan ‘Scotch’ Walker, “I would have thought that the Kilrathi would at least try things in a more diplomatic way”
“Are you kidding Scotch!” said Lieutenant James Gerald, “after their raids and ambushes on our colonies and trade lines. Not to mention the cargo ships that gets hit all the time by those Kilrathi pirates”
“After what they did to the Anna Magdalena, I don’t think they deserve any explanation” said Lieutenant Sarah Tyson, “they knew, that ship was carrying orphans and refugees! Didn’t they scan the ship or anything?”
“I don’t know” said Scotch, “but I would have never thought we would have more troubles on our plate?”
“Yeah” nodded Gerald, “first the Pilgrims, then the Mari-ad and those terrorists’ cell groups, what more do we want?”
“Oh I don’t know how about a full blown civil war some where in this galaxy to top it off” smiled Scotch, “Confed could always use some new problems”
“Oh ha ha Scotch” said Sarah, “you funny”
“It doesn’t matter any more” said Gerald, “we got a problem and we have to deal with it now. I just hope that Confed do find a diplomatic avenue with them. I have had it with these operations we are assigned to, against the Pilgrims and these terrorists”
* * *
Six months later…..
He did not like it one bit, but then he did not like anything at all, Scotch saw the red blips coming on his sensor panel, “I’m reading six, repeat six bogies bearing in at 090 mark 045”
“Confirmed” said his wingman, Lieutenant Colin ‘Bum’ Prinze, “Reading six hostiles. I got visuals, reading Kilrathi. Repeat I am reading Kilrathi!”
“Great just great” growled Scotch as he switched his communication frequency to his command ship, “Command this is Defence Lead, we detect six Kilrathi hostiles on approach, repeat six hostiles on approach”
“We confirm Defence Lead” replied the communications officer, “Fly Boss is launching a flight to assist and another flight on defensive position around home position, standby”
“Roger that Command” replied Scotch, “well Bum I guess we got work to do”
“Eh who said this was going to be easy” replied Bum, “we all saw this coming”
“Yeah, yeah I know” said Scotch, “didn’t think it would come to this”
“You are such the pessimist aren’t you?” said Bum
“Defence Lead, this is Captain John Cappa, designation Alpha Lead. We are hear to reinforce our position and assist you”
“Roger that Alpha Lead” replied Scotch, “standby to encounter hostiles at 005 mark 010”
“Confirmed Defence Lead, how many are heading this way?”
“Don’t know we detected six hostiles and can’t determine what they are. We held back waiting for you guys to arrive”
“Copy that Defence Lead” replied Cappa, “well we are all here. All units form up on my position and prepare to engage hostile forces on my mark”
* * *
“Get back Paul!” said Cappa as he tried to pull Scotch from the group of medics who were treating Bums on the flight deck. The encounter with the Kilrathi was not were they expected. What they thought would be six Kilrathi fighters was in fact a Kilrathi strike group of a light carrier, three destroyers and two frigates. Their command ship, the TCS Defiance was a lone carrier out in the outer quadrant on the Vega Sector unaware of the Kilrathi presence in their system. Fortunately the Defiance was able to call in reinforcements to assist them.
They were able to repel the Kilrathi forces but with significant loss, including several pilots.
Lieutenant Colin Prinze’s fighter was severely damage beyond repair but for some miracle effort was able to land with only two landing struts and a flaming engine. The deck crew pulled him out, barely in time before his fighter craft exploded injuring both Colin and the deck crew that were helping him out.
“I got to see him!” said Scotch as he try to get out of Cappa’s grip around him, “I have to see”
“Don’t they have to treat him” said Cappa, both Cappa and Scotch could see the medics working quickly to resuscitate Bums and treated his burns injury. As they were quickly trying to attend to his injuries one of the medics shook his head to his partners indicating there was nothing else they could do, Colin was dead.
“Fucking Kilrathi” said Scotch, as he finally got out of Cappa’s grip. He already lost Gerald and Tyson. Now he lost Prinze to the Kilrathi, “Fuck them all to hell” he turned and head out of the flight deck to the main exit which lead him to decontamination before heading to the rec-room.