Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect Posted August 27, 2016 Report Share Posted August 27, 2016 Be warned, I'm about to get REAL nerdy. I started playing Elite Dangerous, which is fun. I tend to think of stories for my characters. For this space-outing, my character Hank Sterling is a simple-minded space-janitor on a little space port in a tiny tucked-away solar system. That is, until he falls into a ship that takes him to some wacky adventures. Captain's Log, Day 1. Just a one time gig, that's all. A big hangar full of expensive equipment that he wasn't allowed to touch stood between Hank Sterling, Space Custodian, and his mop. They had something like an oil spill, or what he thought was oil. He brought his expensive degreaser formula just in case. It was there in his cart, which was his toolbag for the creation of clean. But there should be some sort of sheet for nasty chemicals, like a sheet that explains the dangers of them. One that he could read, that is. Lights blinked across the expanse, but he kept his head down and mopped. A few more hours of this shift, then Hank had his day off. First in months! The school kept him busy. He liked the school better than this air-force hangar. Sure, the kids sometimes made fun of him or called him names, but they were kids. That's what kids did. Hank didn't have an explanation as to why the teachers and parents called him names too, though. But it was important! Cleaning, that is. 'Cause even on this twisting, floating hunk of metal high above... High above what, exactly? They were in some star system and the name had a bunch of numbers in it. All Hank knew is that it didn't matter where in God's great expanse people went, they left a mess. And somebody had to pick up that mess. 'Cause, you know, it sure as hell wasn't gonna be the people that made the mess. Oh no, that'd make too much sense. Beside him was a catwalk that led out to a modestly-sized ship. Hank didn't know anything about it, but that was fine. He didn't need to know anything about it. It could be powered by little rats spinning wheels for all he cared. The job was to clean up the hangar. Catwalks didn't count, Hank figured. Hard to clean up grating. As he turned, though, the hatch opened and Hank heard the sounds of drunken giggling, heavy footsteps, and cursing. A man with half a space-suit unzipped, leaving his chest and shoulders bare, stumbled down the catwalk. Under each arm were scantily clad women with messy hair and fake smiles. They both had bottles in their hands. Hank's eyes rolled, but then the space-man turned and emptied a stomach full of cheap booze and regret onto the hatch of the ship. Afterwards, he laughed, and instructed the women to take him to his bunk. Or theirs, it didn't matter much to the space-man. Filthy space-captain people. Hank didn't understand them. They spend more time bragging about space battles or space flying or space shuttling or space whatever than anybody else. Well, there wasn't much out here other than space. Planets were pretty barren. Not like Old Earth. Before it was torched by nukes sent to destroy the infectious bacteria that was mutated because of the retro-viral biowarfare that resulted from the dissolution of the cyber-protection grid via the EMP blasts from the first nukes dropped on accident from the nations trying to send them into the sun. At least he thinks he's remembering that right. Old Earth History Class was years ago. Hank was almost done mopping the floor when he saw the space-man's greenish stomach contents on the hatch of his ship. Something inside Hank stirred. It wasn't part of the contract, but nobody else was going to clean it. Hank reached down into his cart and proudly removed the bag of absorbent flakes. He strode with mission guiding his feet toward the mess. Hank dispensed the flaky material, each particle imbued with purpose and reason. While allowing the mess to soak, curiosity got the better of Hank and he peered into the space ship. And by the son of Mister Clean himself, that ship was disgusting! Women's undergarments, used rubbers, boxes of expensive food-meal, bottle-corks, they all formed a coalition of filth that twisted Hank's face into a sickly grimace. It wasn't his job. He was making it his job. Hank gloved-up and grabbed an official refuse disposal device, waving it a few times so the bag would fill out, and he got to work. Hank was the proud farmer, and trash the prize crop. And Brother, it was harvest day. By the time he's made the ship spic-and-span, the vomit was ready to be swept away. Hank took one last look toward the cockpit and stopped. The space-ape had left his helmet there. That was silly, those things were expensive. Hank had never been in a ship like this before. It was small, fitted with one of the new super-hyper-driver things that made space slippery. That's how he understood it, at least. And it had guns and a small cargo bay. Still gloved, Hank took the helmet and inspected it. He could see himself. A crooked nose, weak chin, receding hairline, and sleepless, bloodshot eyes stared back at him. Hank was Clean shaved, though, because he cared for what was his. Hank took a clean tissue and began wiping the helmet. But the smudge was on the inside of the glass. Delicately, Hank reached in and wiped the smudge from existence. But, smudges tend to be tricky little fiends. He'd have to inspect closer. He slowly raised the helmet up and slipped it onto his head. It was a snug fit, but not uncomfortable. Not at all, in fact. But it was dim, and Hank couldn't see anything. There were switches in the cockpit, maybe one of them was for a light... His fingers flipped a few switches, but nothing happened. He kept going. Surely, one of these buttons should- There was a loud noise behind Hank. He turned, helmet slowing him, and saw that the hatch was closed. “But my cart!” A woman's voice started talking to him. “Airlock activated. Main engine warming. Sixty percent output. Hardlines stowed. New contact made. Please check log.” “What? Who's that? Who's there-” Lights came on inside of his helmet, which caused Hank to scream and trip over the big captain's chair. He landed, face down and legs dangling in the air. His boots kicked at a few more switches and knocked down a small tree-shaped air freshener. Hank tried to catch himself, but an outstretched arm sent one lever forward. “Throttle activated, please allow engine to start-up completely before throttle activation.” “I'm sorry! I don't know what that means-” Hank sat up in the chair, trying to find the switch that opened the hatch. All around him holographic screens folded down and lit the cabin like his Aunt's house during the holidays. “-Can I go please? Can you please open the door?” He tried to touch some of the screens, but one started playing a video. A mustacheo'd man started talking to Hank. “-That information is vital to the success of colony XD-72. The vaccines produced there could save BILLIONS. Soldier, you get there ASAP. I won't lie to you, Griggs, that space between here and there is littered with pirates-” “Hello? Can you please tell me which button escapes? I want to go home-” “-We're sending you and your light scout because they're fast, innocuous, but limited range means you're plotted path will take to you numerous space-ports-” “Where did the lady go? Can you bring her back? She may know-” “-Godspeed, Captain. We'll see you on the other side.” Mister Mustache and Badges saluted Hank, then disappeared. Finally, maybe now he could find the get-outside-and-go-home-button... “Is it this one? Hey, lady, are you there?” There was a hologram that said 'dock'. They were at the dock. Maybe that one would let him go. He pressed it. “Undocking procedure begun. Engines at 100% capacity. Suggest lowering thrust before take-off. Authorization granted, special permission, priority A-class. Hangar doors opening.” Hank didn't understand any of that. But the doors were opening, he heard that part. Maybe it was the back hatch. He turned in the seat and watched the door for a few minutes, but nothing happened. The helmet, which he was still wearing for some inane reason, was blinking on the inside. He took it off and looked at it for a while. He didn't like how the inside-lights of the helmet made his head hurt. When he looked up, however, he couldn't see anything. It was all so black. Dark and black and full of nothing. “Maybe I can only see it with the helmet on-” He put the helmet back on, but still black. Then, a great arm of the huge orbital station came into view, rotating around. Hank was looking at space. Or, maybe Space was looking at Hank. “Oh my God... I can see my living tower from here!” Until it disappeared again as the station turned, that is. This wasn't good. Hank saw a button flash on the hologram that said 'Disengage.' “Heck yes, let's disengage from this. I don't wanna be here.” He hit the button. The lady came back. “Launching in five, four, three, two, one-” Hank was sucked into his seat, G-force sucking his teeth into his gums and threatening to suck his eyes out the back of his head. He couldn't move his arms to reach for any more switches. “Throttle auto-regulation activated, launch speed in excess of space-port parameters-” The lady said, right before the spaceship slammed into an antenna on the orbiting space station, rattling Hank greatly. The ship began to slow just in time for Hank to turn around and watch as the space port, one he'd called home for his entire life, became a small spec of lights and brown against the cold, dark void of Space. Hank was in space. He was in space. “Oh god...” This is not what Hank wanted to do for his day off. Sturgeon and Jeeps_Guns_Tanks 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sturgeon Posted August 27, 2016 Report Share Posted August 27, 2016 Why is everyone suddenly playing this game? Didn't it come out a year ago? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect Posted August 27, 2016 Author Report Share Posted August 27, 2016 Why is everyone suddenly playing this game? Didn't it come out a year ago? Because SPAAAAAAAAAAACE. New chapter coming soon. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted August 28, 2016 Report Share Posted August 28, 2016 Why is everyone suddenly playing this game? Didn't it come out a year ago? Because I never got around to getting it early, and it's surprisingly fun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect Posted August 28, 2016 Author Report Share Posted August 28, 2016 Because I never got around to getting it early, and it's surprisingly fun. In a weird way, yeah it is. We should make a Sturgeon House group for it. So after bumbling into a ship and being sent to another system with valuable information, I happened across the right space-port, only to accidentally confuse the gun-deploy button for landing gear -deploy button. Then I got a ton of fines, was shot at a bit, and ran away with the ship smoking until I could get to hyperspace. Later on, there were pirates, more data shipments, and I bought some synthetic meat product to sell/eat. I would like to think it went down like this. Captain's log, Day 2 “Engage your landing gear.” “I don't know what that is.” “It's what you use to land...” Said the exasperated tower person. “Yeah I got that much from the name.” Hank Sterling went over the line of buttons and levers one more time. “Do you know what it looks like?” Another sigh. “Do you have an auto-landing program on your craft?” “I don't really know-Oh wait, I think I found something. It's making a noise.” Through the glass Hank saw that the hull of the small ship opened up. But landing gears didn't come out. Instead, two huge guns grew from the hull. The HUD flashed and suddenly there were targeting reticles leveled at the space-port tower. “Hardpoint systems armed. Locked on to Maine Hub Communication and Transport Tower. High Explosive rounds selected. Begin engagement with-” “NO! No no no, stop it, stop stop-” Hank desperately flicked the switch again.” “Did you just lock onto the tower with your hardpoints-” “Hardpoint systems disengaging-” “No no, not at all. Why would I do that? You guys are helping me.” “Well, we saw the guns come out...” “What? What guns? I probably don't even have any guns. Nope, never. Never needed them anyway. Just more to clean, you know how it goes-” Hank desperately searched for the right buttons. He spied a switch far to his right and he flicked it. “Landing gear engaged.” The ship lady said. “Oh thank god-” “Alright, ease her down now, try not to shoot anybody. I'll get the fine waved this time...” Hank lowered the craft, which listed and shifted dangerously. He'd already torn off two antennas on the approach. The controls were so twitchy. That, and the most complicated thing Hank had ever been in control of was his television. The landing gear slammed down hard onto the landing pad and Hank nearly bounced out of his seat. “We'll get you inside, and you better sober up before the Commodore sees you.” “The who? What? I'm not, I don't even drink. Couldn't ever handle it, really-” Hank realized he wasn't talking to anyone anymore and smartly shut up. The ship shifted, dropping into the bay as the doors beneath him opened. He was stuck on a conveyor-belt-thing and his engine was turned off automatically. “Whew,” he sighed in relief. “That was horrible...” He'd run out of vomit bags during the automated hyperspace flight. Hank had no idea where he was, but when he exited hyperspace he was greeted by a visor full of star. He then wrestled the ship away from crashing directly into the ball of molten light. But now, he could leave this stupid ship and try to figure out where the hell Maine Hub was and how he could catch a ride back home. Before his ship stopped moving a message popped up on his display. “Commander Flacko, we thank you for your stop and your trade certificates. These will allow us to fly and deal in Federation controlled space without fear of being blasted to bits.” The voice was deep and honest. Hank liked it. “But surely you didn't make the trip out here just for a data delivery-” “Oh I didn't, I mean Flacko didn't. I mean I'm not flacko, I'm Hank. And I got here because I was cleaning some hangar and I accidentally sorta started flying this ship and I don't really know how to get home or where I am but could you maybe help me?” There was silence for a moment. “Riiight... Flacko, are you feeling okay? We spoke just yesterday about this departure-” “No, really, I'm not him. I'm pretty sure he, the Flacko guy, is nursing a massive hang-over and wondering where his credits went. But I have to get home because I have work tomorrow and the kids will need somebody sweeping behind them, you know how it is-” “Ship scan in progress.” Said the voice of the ship. “What's that?” “Fine accrued, unlawful possession of Federation equipment, unlawful use of federation equipment, unlawful use of federation communication codes, unlawful use of-” The list went on and on. Hank had never been in trouble with the law before. Well, he did once stay up past curfew, and he got a nasty fine for it. He wondered if these fines were going to cost as much. “State your name for the record.” This was another voice, a much meaner sounding voice. “I already told you my name-” “State your name for the record.” Hank sighed. This was going swimmingly. “Hank Sterling.” “Occupation?” “Custodian.” There was a pause. “Any aliases?” “Sometimes the kids calls me Stank Hurling, but you know, kids, am I right?” “You'll be escorted from the ship as soon as docking is complete. Comply and no harm will come.” “Ok, yeah, I'm fine with that, I just want to get home-” The screen in front of him went black, and text appeared. Your ship has crucial Federation classified technology. It cannot be handed over at this hub. Escape when I open the hatch and release your ship. Hank couldn't read very fast, but he got the gist of it. “Hey, guys? Was that you?” No answer. “Warning, landing protocol override in effect.” Said the lady in the ship. “Will this get me more fines? I don't think I can afford anymore fines-” His ship started floating and the doors opened. The text flashed again. Go. “No! I don't want to! I just want to be home-” “Hub Hardlines Activated. Ship locked. Evasive maneuvers advised.” Guns came out of the walls all around Hank. He panicked and kicked forward in his chair, hitting the throttle and sending the ship out through the docking station while lasers flashed all around him. “Warning, ship taking damage. Engaging auto-shielding.” “Thanks, lady.” Hank muttered, sinking low into the captain's chair while fumbling with his navigation. “Do you know how much money I owe them now? I don't have much saved up, you know, 'cept for my vacation money-” Main-hub outstanding fine is currently 38,400 credit, one of his displays read. “Oh... Oh boy...” Hank was carefully converting that amount into number of toilets he'd have to scrub. “I'll be scrubbing toilets for the next three hundred years...” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect Posted September 4, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 4, 2016 Hank Sterling is still flying, just need to find time to write stuff down. Because last night. Last night. I literally got a job to transport space-trash from one space-port to another. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sturgeon Posted September 16, 2016 Report Share Posted September 16, 2016 If at some point anyone is playing Elite Dangerous, please contact me. I, uh, need some help. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted September 18, 2016 Report Share Posted September 18, 2016 If at some point anyone is playing Elite Dangerous, please contact me. I, uh, need some help. What you need? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sturgeon Posted September 18, 2016 Report Share Posted September 18, 2016 Help. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted September 18, 2016 Report Share Posted September 18, 2016 that is horribly nonspecific Belesarius 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect Posted September 27, 2016 Author Report Share Posted September 27, 2016 He's far beyond help in most areas. I haven't gotten to play at all due to school. It is sad. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted October 5, 2016 Report Share Posted October 5, 2016 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mz0gkQMhwXtLGBW-Gdp83-h-up8pUK1Wv-4ALZ7xk0c/edit# Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect and Sturgeon 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted October 22, 2016 Report Share Posted October 22, 2016 Today in Elite: Dangerous 1. Try to smuggle slaves into station, enter station at full boost 2. Attempt to deploy landing gear to slow down 3. "Deploy landing gear" key is adjacent to "Jettison all cargo" key 4. 60 canisters of slaves go flying and splatter against the back wall of the starport at 350 m/s 5. Get a small fine of a few thousand credits Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted January 8, 2017 Report Share Posted January 8, 2017 Elite Dangerous shipbuilding tool; http://www.edshipyard.com/#/L=9072,Hf5Gs22-Cp6wPcHf5Gs22-Cp6wPcHf5Gs22-Cp6wPc,CEgGp22_Pc6y00CzYGp22_Pc6y00,9p3Gp44upDAkPcEkPcIkPcA3wGq36sPc8vcQCsPcAL7Gp56n7i8n7iEkPcGupDKwPcAZA1AniHp22_Pc6y00B3_Go6Ij7iKvmfQj7iSvmfYj7iavmfBIW0BX_0,05U005U07O2Go52sPc6u00AupDIj7iKkPc03w04xo02UI0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted March 24, 2017 Report Share Posted March 24, 2017 The view from NGC 3532 Sector DL-X D1-14 6A. The closer gas giant has water based life in its atmosphere, apparently. LoooSeR 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect Posted March 25, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 25, 2017 Oh nice, can you land on planets now? Or did you just get really close? I'd love to pick this up again, but I am so swamped. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted March 25, 2017 Report Share Posted March 25, 2017 You can land on planets now (provided you have the appropriate expansion pack). The group I play with completed our main objective for the past few months (taking a system from another player group to complete a juvenile joke), so I decided to celebrate by flying out to Theta Muscae. That system's about 2000 ly out from Sol. Not shown: me knocking 40% health off my hull because I suck at landing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted March 25, 2017 Report Share Posted March 25, 2017 The magic's a bit ruined though by the game fucking up the galaxy pretty bad at times, though. Eta Carinae is a couple thousand light years away from the Eta Carina Nebula, for instance. On a smaller note, Theta Muscae itself is about 12000 ly out in game, compared to about 7500 in real life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LostCosmonaut Posted March 26, 2017 Report Share Posted March 26, 2017 Anyone looking for a vacation spot? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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LostCosmonaut Posted July 21, 2017 Report Share Posted July 21, 2017 A goon found a Wolf-Rayet star inside a planetary nebula. LoooSeR and Oedipus Wreckx-n-Effect 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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