From out of this world

Chapter 1

Hal walked through the halls of the ship alone, not that he was alone; there were over 12,000 other people on the attack class battle station A.S. (Akkonian Ship   Akk-o-ne-an) Havlinx. But he had just been refused transfer to the station’s 3rd fighter squadron. He was one of the best bomber pilots which is why he was on this mission, which was to rendezvous with the 107th star fleet and provided cover to them with its squadrons. To say the least he was not happy. Currently, Hal was in fact a F.A.C. (Fast Attack Craft) bomber pilot. His bomber was painted the slandered light gray with blood red highlights that he added himself. His bomber had a green tinted glass in his cockpit also it had the standard four missile racks and bomb bay but he had added the two Hellfire Mini Cannons on the front of his craft. Also he had added ten Anti missile flare launchers. (30 flares each)  (Link here to see what it looks like when the cannons fire http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvvQRIxXGzA )

Hal walked into the hanger and sulked over to his craft. Just then his best friend, technician and weapons operator Kig “Keg” Hopper, popped up next to him and asked, “So you got the transfer then?” Hal gave him a look that said ‘shut it‘than he walked toward his ship and sat heavily on a bench near it holding his face in his hands, “I just don’t understand why they won’t transfer me.” Keg walked up next to him and putting his hand on Hal’s shoulder and said, “Hay, listen, you and I both know that you got what it takes to be one of those fighter pilots. There just being stupid not transferring you. Alright? I’m sure you’ll get transferred eventually. And besides if ya got transferred you wouldn’t be able to hang out with me and all my awesomeness.” He finished gesturing to himself.

Hal looked up and gave a small smile, “Hey, thanks Keg.” Hal stood and looked at the bomber behind him, ”Hey Keg is my girl loaded?”

        “She sure is. I never leave her unloaded. You know that.” He replied with a slightly exasperated expression.

        “I know just making sure.” he gave a smirk and added, “Hey you wanna go on down to the Rec-room to get something to eat?” Keg expression lit up instantly and he ran over to a locker and grabbed his uniform jacket. “All right let’s go!”

Hal and Keg made their way down toward the rec-room and walked in. “Hey I heard there playing a movie later tonight.” Keg pumped his fist, “Yeah! It’s going to be so awesome!” he said with excitement. “Hey Hal, find us a table and I’ll go find us something to eat. Kay?”

       “Yeah.  All right.” Then they split up and Hal walked over to the nearest table sat down and looked around. Hal had been to the rec-room a hundred times but it never ceased to amaze him it had everything from gym equipment to virtual reality video game sets. The room itself was over 700 feet wide and 1,200 feet long and 50 feet tall.

When Keg returned he snapped Hal out of his musings and Keg set a plate in front of him. “So wacha thinkin’ about?” he asked with a fake accent.

      “Nothing.” He replied flatly he then noticed his plate piled high with food, “You expect me to eat all this?!”

      “Well if you need help I’ll help ya.” He said from his position hunched over a plate with twice as much food on it.

      “How do you not explode, hmmmm?”

      “Well it’s a technique I learned from an uncle of mine. You see when ya start to get full ya got to stand up and jump up and down and shake the food down to your legs.” He answered while demonstrating with a smile. In about 10 minutes they finished eating and started toward the theater to see exactly when the show would start. But as they neared the entrance an alarm sounded.

“All pilots to craft! All pilots to craft! We are under attack by the rebel fleet! All defense personal to stations imminently! Code Red!”

      Hal and Keg rushed to their hanger with a few others in his group and when they arrived they quickly began to suit up. There suits were the normal grey-silver color with their group’s symbol on the left shoulder and a gold-yellow visor painted on. The suit also had armor on the front but not the back (the reason for this is they are not planning to get shot in the back while flying) also the suits were air tight. The helmet was one piece. The helmets have no holes to see threw but they have a camera on the forehead and the back of the head that send a picture to a screen on the inside.

      When they finished they climbed into the bomber threw the cockpit and got to their positions. Hal called in and got permission to take off. Because their weapons were already loaded none of the bomber group would be ready to go yet but they took off any way. Once they had cleared the ship they saw what they were up against. There were 4 battleships 8 destroyers 5 cruisers and an assortment of fighters and bombers.

Hal quickly targeted a flight of fighters trying the strafe the station. “Keg I need you to let the starboard defense know that there are 5 fighters inbound!”

      “Got it! …done! They know.”

      “Good. Now target that cruiser dead ahead. And give me a report on what weapons we got.”

      “Sir, if we go in there we’ll be dead!”

      “Do it Please.” Hal growled

      “Yes sir. Sir about the weapons we’ve got 47 missiles left, 20 energy bombs, 20 Fire bombs, and 9,000 rounds for each mini cannon.”

      “Alright good.”

Hal angled his ship down than rolled to the right while leveling and straightening out aliening himself with the cruiser.

At that moment the station ordered“All ships fall back and defend the station at all costs!”

      “You heard him sir let’s go!”

      “Not yet Keg we’re almost in range!

Just then an enemy battleship rose up in front of their ship.

      “Agh. Darn it!

He pulled up and to the right to fly parallel to the offending battleship.

     “Keg arm those bombs! Were gonna blow these guys up!”

      “Sir their armed, but we need to go defend the station!”

      “Three second to drop! 3…..2……1……dropping!”

      Hal pulled the leaver and all the energy bombs were released. A few seconds later they made contact with the battle ship’s hull and detonated.

      “Yeah! Take that! Pretty good shot huh Keg?”

      “Y-yeah. C-can we head on back to the station? Please?” Keg said from behind his chair.

      “Okay, let’s go.”

     But they never had a chance as an enemy fighter dropped down in front of them and fired its main laser cannons and launched all 8 of its port side missiles into the hull of his ship as he tried to pull away. In a moment his entire world lit up he heard an explosion and Keg’s Scream. The last thing she saw was the silhouette of her hoof against the bright light. Wait… Her hoof???!!!!!