The Den - Chapter 1
#1 of The Den
I would like to thank the members of my pack, Tristan Black Wolf, Taz Tupasi, Wolf Seeker, Trevor The Wildpartyfox, Dragon_Slayer_Dude, and Trip Legacy for allowing me to use them in this story. Guys you are all fantastic.
This story is loosely based on how The Steel Pack on Telegram Messenger was formed, obviously I have used space and sci-fi to jazz it up a bit, it is also a rewrite of the first story that I started also called The Den, I couldn't get any further with that version so I changed it for this one.
Please feel free to comment on the story, and any votes and likes will be much appreciated.
"So. The seven of you stand before me having been charged with mutiny by your respective commanding officers. You all know that, with such a charge hanging over your heads, I have no course of action open to me other than to remove you all from the fleet. You disgust me, every single one of you. Now, get out!"
Yeah, that was Admiral Pointer, chewing on the asses of myself (ex-commander Wolfie Steel), ex-commander Tristan Black Wolf, ex-science officer Taz Tupasi, ex-engineer Draco, ex-medical officer Trevor Wildpartyfox, ex-engineer Trip Legacy, and ex-commander Wolf Seeker.
The charge: mutiny. Basically, we had all disregarded our respective commanding officers' orders in a recent attack by the Clands, an evil and vicious race of thugs. They had attacked a nearby outpost, and we were ordered to defend the outpost. Instead, we attacked the Clands in small shuttle craft. With hindsight, not the best laid plan, as the obvious happened: Many more of the inhabitants of the outpost perished thanks to our actions. Would we do it again? ...hell yes.
The seven of us are now in a bar on board a draconian freighter, heading to God knows where. All we do know is that its path takes us close to a space bone yard. We are going to be dropped off there to see if we can find a ship of our own. As we are sat at the bar, we begin talking to each other. Wolf Seeker is sitting next to me and lays it on the line for me.
"Well, Wolfie, you've really done it now. We have no home and no fleet to back us up. What do you suggest we do?"
I guess that, seeing as how it was me that started the mutiny in the first place, I should be the one to try and sort things out for us.
"Ha! Seeker, I only started my mutiny. You guys didn't have to join up. But, for what it's worth, I am sorry that you all got canned for it. As for what we do next... well, we find a ship of our own and then try to find somewhere to call home"
After five days of travel, we are dropped off at the Atlas Mons Scrap yard, where we begin our search for a space going vessel that we can use. Two days of looking through the yards records comes up with three possible ships, the Hawkwind, the Redshank, and the_Gloucestershire._ We quickly discount Hawkwind because it is too small a vessel for us. We then discount Redshank_because it is far too battered to make space-worthy in the time that we have. _Gloucestershire, on the other paw, while it needs some upgrading, it is in a good enough shape to take us on our travels.
Once we have sorted out ownership of our new transport, we finally head out into space in search of a place to call home.
We have been travelling for about three weeks now. The ship, though it is slow, is performing well. We are upgrading and repairing what we can, but for the major upgrades and works, we need to find a friendly space port. So far, no one wants to let us dock. We need to find somewhere soon, as our fuel is running low. I have been given the task of keeping us all together, kind of like an Alpha of a Wolf Pack. Tristan Black Wolf is in charge of communications at the moment and is desperately contacting space ports or space stations that might be willing to help us out.
A smile suddenly breaks out on Tristan's face.
"Wolfie, we have finally found a space station that has fuel and is willing to let us dock so that we can do the upgrades we need to the engines and our defences. It is Station Milo Prime, and we are about four days away"
I breathe a huge sigh of relief as I ask our helmsman, Trevor Wildpartyfox, to change course so that we can take the station up on its kind offer. Tristan informs the station that we are on our way and thanks them for coming to our rescue.
It looks like we are going to be docked at the station for about three to four weeks, with engineers and technicians upgrading the ships systems and engines, but we are going to need things to be in order if we are going to embark on a long journey to find our new home, to find our new den.