Tiberia Series Next Generation

Tiberia Series the Next Generation: Chapter 2

Day 93, 2950

After that ordeal I am assigned some nuggets, the poor noobs don't even know how to fly. I was promoted to commander yesterday and was officially assigned the Silber-Espada team. Now I have been given another one of those boring assignments in the Besos cluster. As a hero of an unnamed operation, I was expected to be at a flyover on Besos Minor, in memorium of the action on Besos Prime my father Tiberius's lowest point. I am going to leave the nuggets, behind this requires precision flying. Of course something may go wrong so the Daedalus is in orbit just in case.

Day 94, 2950

We have arrived in the orbit of Besos Minor. The event is scheduled to go down tomorrow. I practiced with everybody; including the nuggets. They're actually pretty good. I have decided to take them with me on this op. They will make the flyover much more impressive.

Day 95, 2950

Today we performed the flyover but things did happen. Let me start from the beginning with this...

We arrived in the planet's atmosphere right on time. We began our overflight. Silber-Espada 5's Valkyrie had engine problems. That was sign one that things were not all well. We managed to perform the flyover without incident after that I ordered Silber-Espada 5 to go get repairs. That's when all hell began to break loose.

"This is Silber-Espada 5, requesting a landing."

"Negative, number 5. We have hostiles in orbit!"

"What's goin' on boss?"

"I don't know, hey wait aren't you one of the nuggets."

"Yes, names PJ sir."

"Huh!"

"What Boss"

"HAHA! We thought it'd be okay to bring the nuggets. They'll just smear."

"SIR! I will not smear."

"Alright you wanna play with the big boys eh? Well, try to keep up."

"Yeah boss!"

This one kept up with me very well.

"This is radar base 1 what's goin' on up there."

SWACS responded, "Bogeys in orbit and inbound scramble what you got!"

"Can anybody respond!"

"This is the 8492nd moving in, we're six minutes away."

"Alright six minutes goin' take to long! Silber-Espada hold 'em off. The Grand Admiral's there!"

"SIlber-Espada team engaging!"

"Yeah some action this'll get my kill bar goin' up! YEEEEEHAH!"

I snickered at the nugget's remark. I remember having that much pep. It's all gone now. I flew into the swarm of enemy ships. That was mistake number 2. II found out in a minute when they had 15 much more maneuverable fighters began tailing me. I flew out of the atmosphere, they followed. Right into the man gun of the Daedalus. I dove back down. Somehow the nuggets actually scored some kills. I knew then that we were in a trap. We fought for another 6 minutes. No 8492nd, after about 20 minutes I finally decided to radio in.

"Where the hell's our reinforcements."

"OH FUCK! They were intercepted and shot down before they reached you! Hold them off on your own. The admiral needs to get onto the Daedalus."

"Alright Silber-Espada break off and escort the admiral."

That was mistake number 3. When the nuggets broke off they were ripped apart by the bogeys. All except PJ. We flew into space accompanying the Orbital Shuttle. That's when I saw a purple flash in the shuttle. Next the airlock opened and the shot bodies of the pilot and the admiral joined by a suited up being. It then shot at PJ's canopy. That blew open.

I watched as PJ helplessly succumbed to explosive decompression. First I watched as he got real pale, than purple. Then his eyes exploded. He unbuckled himself and floated down into atmosphere of the planet. He burned up along with the shuttle crew. I tried to shoot the killing bastard out of existence. He pushed a button and in a purple flash disappeared again.