|Quest: A Starflight Story (standard:science fiction, 0 words)|
|Author: Brockleigh||Added: Jul 13 2001||Views/Reads: 1801/1628||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The first in a series of stories that use the game Starflight from Electronic Arts as a backdrop. Even people who haven't played the game have enjoyed this story.|
Quest: A Starflight Story By Kevin Stasila Foreword: This story has been written with the intention of being the first of several parts. There will be loose ends that are to be tied up in future installments. Just keep reading, and it'll all make sense. Secondly, this story will be posted on a couple of different web sites, so there is a section that has been written as a primer for Starflight newbies. Bear with me, there are elements in the primer that are integral to this story and subsequent ones. And now, on with the story... Craig Hixon looked out the viewport and out into space. He was told that the first time he saw the starfield, he would be awestruck, but he had no idea the actual extent. The enormity and vastness, coupled with its beauty had him transfixed until he heard his name repeated, louder and more insistent each time. "Lieutenant Hixon!" Hixon was shocked back to reality and his attention turned to a tall man in what looked to be his mid- to late-thirties taking a seat at his table. Light brown hair, muscular without looking imposing, and an authoritative stance were more than enough to tell Hixon that this was the captain he had been assigned to. "Captain Gault?" Hixon inquired and received a nod in response. "It is a pleasure to be able to serve..." "Cut it out, Hixon," Gault cut him off abruptly, "I don't need to hear the official greeting and all the other crap they learned you at rookie school. I've heard it so many times before I know it off by heart." Gault's tone was harsh but softened a little at seeing the response from Hixon, which was a look of shock, but not the cowering he had expected. He continued, "First of all, yes, I'm Mark Gault. Pleased to meet you. Second, I don't need an academy puke. I need a science officer who thinks with his head, not from a textbook. If I ever run a mining mission, I'll grab one of the six bookworms that finished ahead of you in your class." Hixon was surprised that the Captain had done his homework even that well. He'd heard that most captains would just shake his hand and show him to his seat. That Gault wanted to meet him in a social setting was unusual; other captains didn't feel the need to get that close to their science officers. This guy was different. "Right. Now Hixon, I read up on your file. I like what I see. Mainly the tough streak you've shown. That's an asset I like in my crew, and something we'll need on this next mission." "What is the mission?" Hixon was a little impatient, but the Captain didn't seem to mind. "Well I shouldn't say just yet, but it's best to give you an opportunity to walk. We are heading into Uhlek space." Gault was expecting something like an open-mouthed stare, a look of astonishment, incredulity, and fear. A mission like what was proposed, even with as basic a description as this, was either for the very brave, or amazingly stupid. Gault wanted to see if there was any apprehension in Hixon, and if so, he would dismiss him immediately. Hixon merely blinked. "Uhlek space... hope we got some pretty big guns." Gault was more than a little impressed by the reaction. "Good answer. I like you already." Gault stood, and started for the door. "Simulator six, one hour after the dock goes to night shift. Got it?" He didn't wait for an answer. Hixon was left at the table, wondering if he was actually interviewed, introduced, or conscripted into service. He looked out at the starfield again. At any rate, at least he'd be out there. Among the stars. *** Hixon left the simulator, and headed for his quarters. More that a little put off by Gault's reaction to his more than lengthy audition, he entered Section B-3, walked into his quarters, and collapsed on his sofa. After 14 hours in the simulator, Hixon was exhausted. He had performed every task to the best of his ability, completed every test the computer came up with, and came out with a damn near perfect result. Gault, however, Click here to read the rest of this story (1265 more lines)
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