S1, 11 Beyond (July 2016, 2016)

My GC for this month. Age restricted for language.

The sunset was beautiful, as it fell over the slowly repairing London, far in the distance. The world bathed in an orange glow. Almost like fire, Juggernaut mused as they rounded the corner. The ‘airfield’ was really more of just a field. Grass from edge to edge, and in the centre of it stood the ship. A great grey beast that looked older than any Juggernaut had ever witnessed.

Rupert: “Man, I have never been to space” Rupert smiled. Juggernaut frowned, wondering whether Rupert realised how bad that sounded, or whether he even cared.

Juggernaut: “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Lot of nothing, really.” Juggernaut muttered. ALICE coughed slowly, before speaking.

ALICE: “I have never been to space…” she admitted. Juggernaut frowned.

Juggernaut: “But…” he began, before being cut off.

Renegade: “Michael!” Renegade yelled down from the steps of the ship. Juggernaut chuckled.

Juggernaut: “Hey man. Nice ship you got here.” Juggernaut laughed. Renegade nodded.

Renegade: “Yea, brought it off a guy not too long ago. What was his name?” Renegade wondered, before suddenly remembering. “Ah, yes. Reynolds. Malcom Reynolds, or something of the type.”

There was silence for a while, before Renegade coughed.

Renegade: “So, uh… who’s your friend? I don’t remember saying this was a commercial ship.” Renegade said, coldly.

Juggernaut was going to answer, But Rupert beat him too it.

Rupert: “Rupert Kingsled, Sir. Politically undecided.” Rupert said, offering his hand. Renegade ignored it, and turned to Juggernaut.

Juggernaut: “Three points. One, I met him at the job. I didn’t want to bring him, but he had kind of packed before I could tell him no. Two, he is a far better engineer than I will ever be. And three, we could ask the same of you.” Juggernaut answered, his final comment directed at Avshara, who was stood in the corner of the room.

Tengrith: “Could someone move me? It’s really cold over here!”

ALICE walked over towards Avshara, her posture hunched. She was pissed.

ALICE: “Who the hell are you…” ALICE demanded. Avshara turned around, slowly.

Avshara: “ALICE? Don’t you remember me?” Avshara asked. Alice sent out a synthesised growl.

ALICE: “Would I be asking you if I FUCKIN knew who you where, you bitch!” Alice yelled, sending the room silent. It was Avshara who broke the silence.

Avshara: “ALICE. Calm down. I am Avshara Orvitna. It means ‘poison overlady’ in an ancient Collective dialect. I knew both you and Renegade before whatever made you forget happened.” Avshara explained. ALICE frowned.

ALICE: “Collective? But…” she began, before being cut off by Renegade.

Renegade: “If you two are quite done, could one of you move Tengrith to stop his moaning?” Renegade yelled over his shoulder, before turning back to address Juggernaut and Rupert.

Rupert: “What was all that?” Rupert asked. Juggernaut shrugged.

Juggernaut: “Girls.” He muttered.

Renegade: “Right, let’s get you a weapon.” Renegade interrupted, while rummaging around through a box of guns. He eventually withdrew a small rifle.

Renegade: “Here you go.” He muttered, throwing the gun at Rupert.

Rupert: "Nice."

A yell from behind them shattered the mood.

???: “RENEGADE!” came the call. Renegade turned, slowly. Even beneath his mask, it was obvious he was pissed.

Renegade: “You two go and get this new engine installed…” he muttered. Juggernaut and Rupert glanced at each other, before scrambling off. Renegade turned around, carful to keep his eyes trained on the newcomer.

Renegade: “Francis.”

Francis: “Renegade, please. Why the bad blood?” the newcomer asked. Renegade laughed.

Renegade: “You left me to die.” He pointed out. Francis chuckled.

Francis: “Trivial things of the past.”

Renegade: “I lost a toe from that. It was my favourite toe. Now, what do you and your crones want?” Renegade asked. Francis smiled, and bowed slightly.

Francis: “Hurricane Claw at your service.” He said. Renegade rolled his eyes.

Renegade: “So you have joined the ‘Claws of Etrion’ clowns, have you? Also, what kind of a codename is ‘Hurricane Claw’?” Renegade asked, his shoulders slumped. Francis, or Hurricane Claw as Renegade sadly conceded, nodded.

Francis: “Tt is a name of great power. I have the powers of a mighty wind.” Francis replied. Renegade chuckled.

Renegade: “mighty wind…”

Francis didn’t seem to hear the soft laughter, instead whistling for one of his crones, a Kindirgoon with deep green skin and a large, almost oversized helmet on its head. In its hands it held a small vial.

Francis: “Now, Renegade. Let’s talk business.” Francis muttered, indicating the vial.

Renegade: “Let me guess? You want me to smuggle drugs for you?” Renegade asked, his voice scarily flat. Francis nodded.

Francis: “Sort of. Before you is a substance known as D-12. It’s a Collective medicine used to cure Ossillium poisoning.” Francis explained. Renegade nodded.

Renegade: “I know it” he muttered. He wasn’t going to admit to Francis that he had been treated with the stuff. In fact, Francis was the last guy he wanted to tell. Francis smiled.

Francis: “It’s just shame the stuff doesn’t work. Unless you’re like those Collective freaks, it causes a number of… fun side effects. Internal bleeding and cists, organ decay, a complete mental breakdown. If you survive, you’re going to be a vegetable for the rest of your life.” Francis explained. Renegade glowered.

Renegade: “Your point?” Francis smiled at this.

Francis: “A little birdie has told us that you are heading to this new system. Don’t worry, you don’t have a mole. What we want you to do is take this stuff with you, and deliver it to True Aurelia.” Francis explained. Renegade snarled.

Renegade: “You expect me to give this shit to ‘true’ Aurelia? You're even more off your bloody head than I thought. True Aurelia are a cancer to their own cause. Why would I help them?” Renegade asked. Francis shrugged.

Francis: “I take that as a no, then” Francis asked, gesturing for the kindrigoon to back off. renegade laughed, sarcastically.

Renegade: “Of course! Now, go away!” he yelled. Francis shrugged, turning around.

Francis: “Come see me when you come to your senses.” He called back Renegade smiled smugly.

Renegade: “I think I just did…” he muttered to himself, begrudged. He turned to look at the ship. It had been too long since he had been somewhere new.

Renegade: “Let's get going.” He muttered, a smile forming beneath his mask, as he set foot on the ship's steal frame. The world may be going mad. But at least there was something else to find…

Tried a few new things with this one. Kinda based the style off of R.K.'s, but put my own style in.

Hope you enjoy.