官方发布剧情之八
Dark Phoenix
黑凤凰
The young commander awakened to the sunlight glaring through the window. It was a “sunrise”
outside of a planet. The station, in its orbit, was proceeding toward the dayside of the planet.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have flown so much last night.” said young Aaron Dredge, addressed by his
friends as “Star Hawk.”
He was an excellent pilot, according to his friends. He didn’t think so. He got his name because
his second-in-command said he flew “like a Bird of Prey among the stars.” She, however, wasn’t
the one who had coined the nickname. It was his Fourth-in-command, a veteran mercenary from
many conflicts.
“Hey, Aaron, you awake yet?” asked Angela “Viper Kiss” Kerring, His second in command.
“Yeah… Don’t want to be though.” he said, pulling his shirt over his torso. He was a bit of a night
owl.
He walked out the door to meet with Angela to go eat with the rest of his squadron.
“You know it’s lunch time, right?” asked Terrance “Shadower” Jones, his third wingman.
“Does that really surprise you?” asked Hans “Prophet” Lawrence, the veteran merc. “Hey, Star
Hawk, you’re hungry, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, what have we got today?” Aaron asked.
“Steak.” said Star Hawk’s fifth wingman, Luke “Trigger” Rogers.
“Works for me,” yawned Aaron as he sat down.
“I see we’re still in Regulus.” stated Aaron, leading the wedge formation of five.
“Yep. hey, Star Hawk, why so much patrol work? I thought we were gonna look for Earth.” said
Viper Kiss, who was growing weary of the seemingly endless string of patrols the team had been
running for the last six months.
"Well, we need a larger expedition force if we want to do that. Finding a lost planet in God-knows
how many systems is like finding a needle in an ocean. Nearly impossible.
~Well, hello there…~ thought Aaron, who picked up some nearly invisible radar contacts,
registered as hostile.
“Hey guys, looks like our routine is gonna spice up a bit here.” said Hans, who had also picked
them up.
There were at least ten fighters in the group, which meant that Star Hawk and his squadmates
were outnumbered two-to-one.
“All craft, break and engage. We can outfly these pilots, easily. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be called
the Star Dancers.” stated Aaron.
“Hey, Star Hawk, check your- nevermind.” began Prophet, just as Star Hawk vaporized the two
fighters that had flown in behind him. He moved so fast, he crossed his own engine trails. The
two in front of him split formation and tried to get behind him. Aaron, however, cut his engines
again and turned his ship around until facing the opponents, and opened fire. He liked high refire
weapons, so he’d typically drop the power output of his lasers just for a boost in firing speed. The
shots came so fast that the contacts crashed into each other attempting to avoid the shots. When
they recovered, they saw Aaron above them, firing relentlessly. One ship exploded,
decompressing afterward.
The other fighter landed two or three shots, only to be fried by Viper Kiss as she roared through
the explosion.
“Trigger, check six.” stated Prophet, before the ship even moved. That was how he got his
nickname. He could read the actions of his opponents like no one Aaron had ever met before.
Trigger, who had a tendancy to fire without aiming, swept the general area behind him with
lasers. Somehow, everytime Trigger did this, he managed to almost never miss.
Viper Kiss smirked as she snaked a serpentine design with her fighter’s movement, disorienting
her opponent and causing him to lose control. When the pilot was trying to recover, she flew right
into his face, firing directly into the cockpit, destroying the fighter instantly.
Shadower was the most aggressive pilot in the group, which contradicted his calm mannerisms
outside his fighter. When he had a target lock, he never stopped following them until they were
dead. He trailed them like a shadow follows a person, thus his callsign. He often stayed within
two-hundred meters of his opponents, never losing sight of them.
These five pilots are what will be the foundation of Dark Phoenix Orgnization.