A realy good chapter neuro!Realy good! I like this story. What else can I say ??
Fan Fiction by Neuromancer---Freelancer: Armageddon Version 2.0 (story completed!)
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The chapter No. next. Nuro.... make it quick i can not wait to the next one
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I am reading, and it was a pleasure to read it as always, we need more story from Neuro!
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The next chapter will be a little delayed as I am going on vacation to "get away from it all" for a week. Thanks for reading my fanfic! *** Freelancer 2---Starring Napoleon Dynamite. Coming to a computer near you. ***
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all right.... nuro but could u please release 2 or more chapters altoghter when u back? what should faithful reader do in a week..... maybe playing freelancer again using another mod.....
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Me want more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Great! keep it up!
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Sorry for the wait. Here´s chapter 22. ----- Chapter 22: New Invasion "Commander, I have an incoming transmission from Dr. Quintaine." "On screen," Orillion replied. Dr. Quintaine appeared. "Doctor, are you and your people all right?" "We´re fine. We managed to get everyone off the planet before the Dom´Kavash arrived. It was amazing. The vessel appeared out of nowhere, just as we were preparing to leave. They completely ignored us. I have to admit, I was hoping for a chance to meet them." "You may get that chance soon enough, Doctor. In the meantime I want you back on Toledo as soon as you can get here. We have a lot to discuss and not a lot of time to do it in." "Understood. We´ll be there within the hour. Quintaine out." Orillion turned and pressed a button on the console. "Colonel Trent, please report to Ops immediately." Several minutes later Trent arrived. "What´s up, boss?" "Dr. Quintaine is on his way here. The Dom´Kavash completely ignored them as they evacuated." "That´s good. I was a little worried." Trent thought back to his last contact with the Dom´Kavash that had happened an hour ago. He had found himself once again looking through the eyes of the Dom´Kavash commander as they had approached Sprague, and he looked on as hundreds of Dom´Kavash ships had launched from the dreadnought and approached the evacuating research team. He had broken the contact at that point due to the unbearable stress the contact was placing on his body. He had been able to determine that Sprague was important for the Dom´Kavash and held something that they wanted, but he had been unable to determine what it was. "How soon do you think you can try to initiate contact again?" "I need a few hours at least. It´s rough on a guy." "Commander Orillion," the communications officer called out, "I think you had better see this. Orillion walked over. "What is it?" "It´s the latest telemetry from the Dyson Sphere probe." "Oh, my God..." Trent and Orillion stared in horror at the image the probe had transmitted. It showed hundreds, even thousands of Nomad ships reemerging from the Hyper Gate. "Where are they coming from?" Trent asked. "I think they could be the same ones that were sucked through the first time we activated the gate," Orillion thought out loud, "which means they´ve found a way to come back." "And also meaning they have enough firepower to make short work of the colonies, and maybe even the Dom´Kavsh," Trent concluded. "We are in serious trouble." "Trent." The ethereal voice of the Dom´Kavash echoed in his consciousness. "I´m here." "It is time for you and your kind to assist us. The Nomads, as you call them, are launching an invasion into our ancient home. They have grown in power, and I fear that not even your species´ cleverness will stop them this time." "What would you like us to do?" "We know you have been to our ancient home you refer to as the Dyson Sphere. You will proceed there. We must prevent them from leaving the sphere. I will contact you again when you arrive." "Very well. We will be there." "Good luck to us all." The voice vanished. "Trent! What´s your problem?" Orillion said. "Sorry, Orillion. The Dom´Kavash want us to go to the Dyson Sphere. They want to keep the Nomads from leaving the sphere. I told them we would go." Orillion looked at Trent with a hard stare. "Very well." He activated the intercom. "This is Orillion. Prepare all available ships for departure." He turned to the communications officer. "Communications, inform Dr. Quintaine that we´re going to the Dyson Sphere, and he is to stay on Toledo until further notice." "Aye, sir." Orillion lapsed in to silence as he and Trent made their way to the hangar bay. They watched for several minutes as the ships began to lift off and make their way to the rendezvous point high over Toledo. "God help us all," Orillion said in a low voice. "I´ll drink to that," a voice said behind them. Both men turned to see King walking over to them with a slight limp. "How´s the leg?" Trent asked. "Not too bad. I´ve been cleared to fly again. What´s the scoop?" "We´re going to the Dyson Sphere. The Nomads we flushed away two years ago are coming back through the Hyper Gate. The Dom´Kavash want us to meet them there, to try and keep them in the sphere." "Sound like fun," King said with a hint of sarcasm. "Shall we get going, then?" The three men boarded their ships and launched into the sky, ready to keep their appointment with destiny. *** Do not interfere in the affairs of Corsairs, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Nice. Keep up the good work neru. Edit - Uncheck the Add Sig tab after the first post. <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - Finalday on 7/1/2005 9:05:40 AM
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It´s been a week since the last update, wheres the next chapter? P.S. Good Job.
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It takes time to write these things and don´t forget that he has a life of his own and he is not here writing chapters for us al day, although his ones are the best I have read "crying with emotions" We Will fight in the space! We Will fight on the planets! We will fight in the fields and in the belts! We will fight in the galaxies! WE SHELL NEVER SERRENDER!!! Sorry Winston, but someone had to change it.
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Nuro!~~~ where´s the next chapter i can not wait to see it.
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Sorry for the long wait, but I´ve been recovering from shoulder surgery so I´ve been a little too loopy to write a new chapter. Look for a new one sometime next week. *** Do not interfere in the affairs of Corsairs, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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I have no life give me more, j/k, heal up that shoulder/get well soon.
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Just wanted to let you know I began reading today. Awsome story, I tried some Stargate Atlantis fan fic not long ago, but my weak 16 year old brain doesn´t have enough experience. This is WAY cool. Some people are like slinkies. They don´t do anything, but you can´t help but smile as they tumble down the stairs.
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Oh, I forgot to ask, are you going to bring that Corsair pilot back? Some people are like slinkies. They don´t do anything, but you can´t help but smile as they tumble down the stairs.
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BUMP...
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Mike, You had me excited. I thought Neuro had posted again. ARGHHHHH!
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Sorry about the wait, but here´s chapter 23, with a splash of Tabasco. Chapter 23 The Order ships emerged through the Dom´Kavash jump gate hovering high over the Dyson Sphere and made their way to the vast opening leading into the massive structure. They could see the Dom´Kavash vessel in the distance, hovering over the entrance. During the journey, Trent had entered the mind of the Dom´Kavash and sensed a great amount of fear in the alien. It was apparent that the Dom´Kavash still feared their old adversaries, even though the Dom´Kavash seemed superior to them. Trent tried to pry a little further into the consciousness of the Dom´Kavash, but the attempt jolted him back into his own mind with a splitting headache. Some time later, the Dom´Kavash contacted Trent and informed him that he should not try to contact them as his mind was not prepared. Trent couldn´t help but wonder if the Dom´Kavash knew about his previous entries into its mind. Trent gazed at the massive structure before him and thought back to the last time he had been here, nearly two years ago. Back then they had not known what they were about to face. Now, they knew exactly what awaited them inside, and the apprehension he felt was nearly overwhelming. His thoughts were interrupted as Orillion´s voice came over the comm system. "Trent, any contact from the Dom´Kavash?" "Negative...wait a minute...okay, they want us to take up a position next to their vessel. Once we are in position they´re going to open the entrance." "Roger that. Orillion to all Order vessels, move into formation around the Dom´Kavash vessel. We´re going into the sphere." "Angels and ministers of grace, defend us," King muttered. "What?" Trent said. "Nothing, just a quote I heard once." Trent positioned his Eagle alongside the Isis, which had taken up station next to the Dom´Kavash vessel. The Isis, Trent observed, looked pretty insignificant next to this behemoth. "Are you prepared, human?" the Dom´Kavash asked. "As ready as we´ll ever be," he replied. Trent watched as the massive entranceway into the sphere opened. He tigtened his grip on the control stick as the armada of ships moved through the massive opening ready to face... ...nothing. The interior of the Dyson Sphere was completely empty. Trent scanned his eyes over the interior of the massive structure in absolute disbelief. "Will somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?" King asked. Trent quickly made his way into the mind of the Dom´Kavash. "My lord, there is no sign of them." "Excellent. Everything is proceeding as planned. It is only a matter of time before our old home is cleansed and ready for our return." Trent withdrew himself back into his own mind. He fumbled for his comm switch. "Orillion, this is Trent. We´ve been had. We need to get out of here now." "What do you mean?" "I just poked around in our ´friend´s´ head and what I heard is not good. I´m telling you, we need to go now." "Very well. All Order ships, flank speed for the opening." The Order fleet turned and engaged their cruise engines and headed for the opening. Trent could see the massive opening start to close up. "Oh, crap. Move!" The last of the Order fighters slipped through just as the giant aperture slammed shut. "Orillion to all ships, head back to Toledo." He paused to gather his thoughts. "Well, Trent, what do we do now?" "We wait until they call me back. Then it will really hit the fan." *** Do not interfere in the affairs of Corsairs, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. Edited by - neuromancer on 7/11/2005 7:06:29 PM
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Whoo! Great to have you back, man. And it´ll definitely be interesting to see just how crappily humanity fares in all this. One small nitpick though. You refer to the entrance to the Dyson Sphere as a "massive opening" a lot. Too much, imo. If I were you, I´d toss those words through a thesaurus once or twice. Add some descriptive variety, you know? I think "giant aperture" has a distinctive ring to it. <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - Codename on 7/11/2005 6:43:37 PM
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OOhhhhh...giant aperture... I thought about ´orifice´ too, but that just has some really nasty connotations---"The ass-end of the Dyson Sphere..." Good point, though, Codename. Once again, thanks for cleaning up my writing. *** Do not interfere in the affairs of Corsairs, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.