Here is an abridged story version of a campaign me and Xzebo played a long while back. I was just really wanting to draw some MOAG stuff and decided to write a story along with it. Sorry if there are spelling and grammatical errors. I kinda just cranked out the story, but I hope you all enjoy it.
Now there was a time, not too long ago that I thought I was going to die out in space. I am almost 150 years old and I have seen more than my fair share of war and death in life. I have seen 2 wives put to rest, I have long outlived my 3 children, but I have rarely felt near death’s embrace. Except this story is about one of those occasions.
After living through the Conar invasion and countless other mercenary missions as a pilot I was tired of all the fighting. So like any other halfway-decent pilot; I got into the transport business, and as a private taxi for Mo-Ti-Qee emissaries I lived a nice safe life and made A LOT of money.
I was living a good life trying to forget all the bad things that had happened in the past when on one particular trip ‘BAM!’ and then total loss of engine control. Immediately after a message on the screen, “Legendary Juan Casador you are now under Scythe control. Prepare to be boarded.” I did what any honorable captain might do to protect his clients. I grabbed my gun and ran to the airlock.
I could tell that they were having troubles hacking my airlock door so I decided to “help them.” I readied my gun and hit the open button. But before I could even fire a single shot a bright light and shock slammed into me knocking me to the floor and overloading my senses. I was unconscious.
Next thing I knew I was waking up in a room tied to a chair with seven other guys in the same situation as me. There was a weird one sitting right next to me. He seem to be a Nar-Eskan but had a tail and four arms, and looked as beat up as I felt. “Ey, my name’s Juan, how’s it going?” I said to him. “Yirsed Tulex, pleased to meet you Juan.” he replied.
Before I could say anything else in walked a unit of Conara lead by what looked like a Conara admiral except he wore an insignia that I had never seen before. He stopped in front of all us prisoner while the rest of the Conara put some kind collar around all of our necks. The Admiral then said, “My name is General Decok VaDesh and I have been sent here to explain to you that we, the Order of Scythe, have recruited you to fight for our cause against the corrupt Conara Government.
I immediately thought to myself, “Oh great another dumb ex-Conara-general who didn’t get something he wanted, got a few guys to follow him, and now is fighting the brute force of the Conara Military... Dumbass!” But luckily before I vocalized my thoughts, one of the other prisoners shouted, “Recruited us? More like captured us!”
Without any retort the General pulled out a device, clicked a few buttons. Instantly, the shouting prisoner went limp, his eyes rolled back in his head and then he was dead. The General then said, “Due to your remarkable piloting careers, each of you have been chosen to help us in our fight.” All the alarms blared but the General continued, “We are about to battle a starfleet occupying crucial location and expect you all to fight for our cause. If not the poison in your collars will be injected like you have just seen with your friend here.”
We were then led through the ship corridors into the hangar bay where we were outfitted and put into our fighter ships. Before they closed our cockpits I glanced over at Yirsed who looked very unpleased and yelled, “Hey! Killin’ Scythe Conara, or regular Conara. Either way it sounds good to me!” I think I saw him smile just as the shell went down.
Next thing I know we are out in space and Yirsed is radioing to me saying to me, “it would be an honor to follow the Legendary Juan’s lead.” I agreed but the rest is all a blur to me. Though if someone was watching us fly I think they would describe Yirsed and I as the angels of death weaving in and out of the enemys’ formations causing more destruction than we could even remember.
We were in ‘the zone’ more than I had ever been before my ship followed my every command. It was as if I just had to think it and my ship obey. Until, BOOM! Warning: internal combustion malfunction. “Damn second rate Dalkanowas!” I screamed as more warnings go off. But this time they said Warning: Incoming missile. I pulled the eject lever. Then I was out in space. I was floating a a peace came over me, the peace that only certain death can bring.
Less than a minute of oxygen and I just stared out into space admiring the stars. It got hard to breath then soon after the darkness started creeping in. I then lost consciousness.
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Then I feel something. A sensation of coldness on my cheek. I slowly open my eyes to a crowded corridor. People all around me walking by; staring at me, the strange human, lying on the ground. I get up covered in mud and blood and oil. I ask the first person I see, “Hey, where am I.” He says, “Sir you are on Koje.”
