Star Citizen Lore Series: A Human Perspective – Episode 10

Star Citizen Lore Series: A Human Perspective – Episode 10


“You!” Real Angela visibly rallied as she pointed
an accusatorial finger at Tech Two, and her shriek embodied months — maybe years — of
pent-up rage and contempt. “Return to contract obligations,” he said
dismissively, motioning the security guards forward, but they were unprepared for her
sudden onslaught. “Hey,” was all Charl managed before Angela
charged headlong toward the Banu tech. She put her shoulder into his ribs with an
audible ‘thud’ and knocked him backward before either security guard could react. “You lying Banu …” Angela bowled Tech
Two over onto his back, then pounced on him, raining double-fisted blows and a steady stream
of remarkably inventive profanity upon him. “You locked me up like an animal!” “Necessary to study …” he managed, unable
to fend off her blows. “’Study!’” she mocked. “Well, study this, you …” Angela had succeeded in distracting both security
guards, as well, and Charl seized the moment. He dispatched the nearer one easily, grabbing
his laser carbine with his left hand and clubbing him hard on the back of the neck with his
right. That was just as vulnerable a spot on Banu
anatomy as it was on Humans, and his blow landed true. The first security guard began to crumple,
but Charl grabbed him around the waist to use as a shield. It was just in time for the other guard’s
laser shot to burn a smoking streak across his body armor and the corridor wall behind
them. “Alarm!” he heard Tech Two gasp, before
his voice strangled off as real Angela redoubled her berserk assault. Charl hoisted his victim and lunged across
the hallway into the second security guard so they all tumbled in a heap against the
far wall. He saw the second guard’s carbine on the
ground and stomped on it, crushing its owner’s thick fingers underneath. Wresting the unconscious security guard’s
carbine free, he cracked its butt against his remaining enemy’s head, then stood and
fired in one swift motion. Smoke and the smell of burnt flesh wafted
out of the security guard’s helmet. “Angela!” She was a mess, her face streaked with tears
and her balled fists bloodied, still clobbering Tech Two weakly. She had rendered him either dead or unconscious. “Rot in hell, you bastard!” she blubbered,
then spit on him and renewed her fury. “Angela, we have to go! Come on, he’s done for!” Charl yelled at first, then came close, putting
his hand gently on her shoulder and softening his tone. “Angela, it’s done, and we have to leave.” She ceased her beating and wiped her face
with a sleeve, panting and nodding. “Okay, let’s go.” They hurried off down the corridor toward
the escape pods. “What kind of a name is Charl-Grissom?” “It’s just Charl. Grissom’s my last name.” “Stupid-ass Banu,” she said, shaking her
head. They headed down one short corridor, then
turned down another before Charl heard pursuers coming up behind. “Keep going!” he whispered, then took
a knee and aimed the laser carbine back the way they had come. Its grips were not intended for thin Human
fingers, but this was not the first time Charl had used Banu equipment. He unleashed its steady stream of destruction
behind them, scorching the corridor walls in a violent, smoky display. “That ought to slow ’em! Down here!” He found an access hatch right where he expected
it to be from the computer map, but shadows betrayed more Banu climbing up toward them. “Damn!” he complained and aimed the laser
to deal with them. “No, this way!” Angela grabbed his arm and pulled him away. “They took me through here.” Through one door and an abandoned laboratory,
then through another and a short hallway to what seemed to be the station’s core shaft,
its primary controls accessible by spiraling stairs. “Down through here should work.” But a familiar figure blocked their path. “Charl, there’s no escape. Put your weapon down.” Android Angela stood between them and the
gangway, a small pistol in her hand leveled right at his chest. He could not tell if it was a laser, a slug
thrower, or just a security taser of some kind, but she definitely had the drop on him. Still, he thought quickly, the android’s
a malfunctioning piece of crap, so he just might be able to … “Hello, Angela,” the android acknowledged
coolly. Real Angela eyed her doppleganger’s weapon
warily and drew closer to Charl. “Look, it’s the robot,” he goaded, “and
a pretty crappy robot, at that.” He hoped it might fail like it had so many
times before, but knew he couldn’t count on that. Footsteps approached from every direction,
and for an instant he tensed to bring the laser carbine up and burn a hole right through
android Angela, return fire or no return fire. But she picked up on his intentions seemingly
at light speed and aimed her handgun at real Angela, instead. “One move and she dies.” Charl thought better of his plan and relaxed
his grip on the laser. Banu technicians and security guards poured
in from every direction. They were surrounded and outgunned. Real Angela gripped his shoulder, clutching
for security while trying to leave him free for action. She was trembling. Android Angela, were she Human, might have
smirked as she slowly approached. “You will serve the project well,” she
said. “Don’t count on it.” Charl engaged the laser carbine in his hand
and fired a scorching blast along the station’s core shaft, destroying a swath of control
panels in a brilliant, sparking explosion. Android Angela fired, but her shot went wildly
awry as she tumbled unexpectedly backward from its recoil. A couple of laser burns struck the deck near
Charl, too, their firers also staggered by the sudden loss of gravity. “Come on!” Charl grabbed real Angela around her waist
and lunged acrobatically toward the central shaft, right into the smoke and stench of
burning plastic. With zero gravity skills honed by a lifetime
in space, he gripped the railing, judged their collective center of gravity, and propelled
them in a trajectory behind the shaft toward their objective. In an instant they had left their surprised
enemies behind to tumble around in free-fall. “What did you do?” she managed to ask,
grappling him tightly. “I blasted the gravity controls.” “How’d you know …?” “I can read.” Judging distance and angle, he prepared for
another ricochet. “We’re not out of the woods yet, though. Hang on!” He spun them so he could deflect off an exterior
wall and back toward the escape pod bay, turning to absorb their impact with his legs and ease
her smoothly against the deck. “I’m impressed,” she admitted. He touched up the pod controls on the Banu
display and the hatch slid open. He shoved her inside and ducked in himself
just before a laser scorched the bay wall behind them. “Looks like they’ve regrouped!” “Strap in!” The pod had space for four. He dragged a shoulder strap into place with
one hand and hit the launch button with the other, crushing them both back under heavy
acceleration. “What … are … you … doing?” she
asked, straining to speak. “Resetting telemetry … so we don’t … just
go back … to the planet.” The pod lurched disorientingly beneath them. “Why? Where … else can we go?” she asked, null
gravity returning mid question. “Well, this pod isn’t really designed
for it, but I can limp us over to the jump point. If we stay dark, I can probably get us mag-linked
to some unsuspecting freighter for a free ride through.” “What are you doing now?” “Turning off the transponder. Let them wonder where we went.” The flashing beacon on the tiny navigation
board winked off. “Are they coming after us?” “Not right away. It didn’t look like there were any pursuit
ships at the station when we left. It’s a lab, not a military base. Still, I’m sure they’re calling ahead
to alert the fleet.” “Probably not,” she disagreed, turning
to watch the stars spinning slowly outside the porthole. “Why not?” “I think they’re rogues. Every government’s got ’em.” “Rogues,” he pondered. I hadn’t considered that. “If that’s the case, then they’re off
the grid. In general, the Banu Protectorate isn’t
evil, and this android thing is an evil project. They had me locked up for almost two years,”
she said, tearing up, but then shook her head to keep her emotions in check. “If you hadn’t come along, I don’t think
they had any intention of ever letting me leave. They’d have kept me around forever to help
perfect their android.” “Honestly, their android is a piece of junk. They won’t be turning any of them loose
in UEE space anytime soon.” “That may be, but why give them a chance
to perfect it? We need to expose them,” she said, brooking
no argument. “Fine, but let’s do it from a safe distance.” “How far were you thinking?” she asked,
pulling a strap tighter to keep her from floating out of her seat. “How’s UEE space sound to you?” He relished the thought of some non-synth
rye whiskey and cigars. “That sounds damn fine to me. You have no idea.” “You know, you cuss like a starman.” She gave him a suddenly relaxed grin. “Get used to it.” The End This is Sorin and this has been a production
of “A Human Perspective” by Timothy Brown. I want to thank you for checking out this
series and sincerely hope that you have enjoyed listening to it as much as I enjoyed making
it. If you would like to see more Star Citizen
Lore adapted to this format, please let me know in the comments section below. Again thank you so much for spending this
time with me and I hope to see you again.

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