The Widow(prelude)

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The Widow(prelude)

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Please dont post in this thread :) ill be continuing the story when i have time to do so. If you really feel the need to make a comment about any part of the story(and those to come) 8) plz feel free to start up a comment thread about 'the widow'. this author thanks you :P


THE WIDOW


An eerie silence echoed deafenly throughout the single ship, adrift in high orbit around a dark enshouded moon. But for the fast-paced heart beat of a lone figure, seated in a leather bounded chair, fastened securely at the base to a metal floor in a dark room, the silence was utterly complete.

The half shadowed figure, bent, and hair drenched in sweat, peered intently out the star screen directly in front him, chasing whispers of movement seen out of the corner of an eye, which quickly melted back into the empty darkness with the turning of his head. With each passing phantom, the head turned to and fro, fro and to, searching, seeking, praying. His attention, always fixed ahead, and to the sides, never wavered, as his search went continuously on, ever in pursuit for any sign of physical movement. Seconds, which seemed to drag on, ticked by. Minuetes, which lasted eons, passed slowly. And yet...nothing. Nothing but the dead, ringing silence; the thump-thump-thumping of his heart; and the motionless graveyard of space; nothing exsisted. Nothing...nothing but a black, hungy void, threatening to consume his being, his ship, his very soul could...

"Sir!"

The figure in the chair, eyes transfixed to a screen overlooking darkness, jumped compusively, so startled back into awareness, that he lurched backwards, and plunged downwards, smacking his head with a loud, wet, SMACK against the metal floor.

"SIR! Come in Sir!" repeated the droll voice, loudly across the intercom

A small, overhead light began to emit a dim reddish glow around the room, enticing long shadows to a final dance on the far wall, as the figure, adorned in a black tight fitting body suit, groaned and sat up, rubbing the back his head vigoriously.

"Cap't, come in! The service report you requested is ready", came the same voice again, which echoed, before dying away.

"Go ahead G'kor. Battle Assesment first." replied the captain, getting unsteadily to his feet, and noticing a small puddle of blood where his head had made contact. As he pulled a white cloth out of a concealed pocket on his thigh, and applied pressure to his wound, the intercom rang with the voice for a third time.

"Sir, our shields are down, and require 32 hours to get them fully recharged and back up. Our scanners are back online, and minus the 243 tons of debri from the first two ships, we have empty space in this sector. We suffered a breech in deck bay 3-4, and was sealed off, but the breech is being repaired as we speak. All engies are down except for engine two, and its fully functionable, and cloak is running at 23%."

"Ok, maintain this orbit until further notice. Divert energy from engine two, and apply it to our cloak capabilities. Leave one man behind to man the radars, and give an hour break to the rest of the crew, minus those working on the hull." said the captain with as much cheer as he could muster, "and what of the third ship that was on our tail?"

"Well sir, as we approached this moons orbit, and after fireing her only shot, she disengaged, and activated her jump drive."

"She just disengaged an already crippled ship?" questioned the confused captain, "and left?"

"Aye Cap't." was the reply, "but we managed to tap her partical trail with long range sensors, and our systems say she made a jump to the human qaudrant, destination beyond that is unknown."

"Run a scan of the moons surface, and surrounding astroids, and see if you can figure out what would frighten away a bird of prey bent on destruction."

"Yes Cap't."

Wincing in sorrow for his head, the captain lowered himself slowly into his seat, as the voice of G'kor came across the intercom again

"Sir," came the voice silently ," shes called 'The Widow'."

The loud sigh that escaped the lips of the captain sang across the ship through the intercom in a rush, singing a song of terror, and bringing with it a chill that crept up the backs and arms of every crew member unfortunate enough to have heard it. THe Widow ment death, and everyone knew it. Not a quick death, but a slow, agonizing death. Once bitten, death was eminant...and they had been bitten.
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