wow... the stories you are writing are good. But i liked reading about the vasari more.

Chapter 7, part 3
A Legend is Born

The Trader Emergency Coalition

8 years ago, galactic position 305, 835, planet christened "Liberty"

    "Sixty seconds till launch."
    Kol shivered and cursed himself and shivered again. Stars forsaken, he was shaking himself out of his boots! But he was so frightened! Inching lower in the cockpit, he tried to ignore the accusing gazes of the pilots in the other fighters. But he could feel them, an immense hostile force surrounding him from every side. At first, when Kol had first entered the hangar, he had been frightened, but he had soon found he knew what to do and where to go, and his fear had slowly faded away. Then he had left the hangar....Kol's breath came in gasps as he tried to regulate his breathing. That had been stark terror.
    It seemed his memory stopped at the bay doors. Once in space, the knobs and dials that surrounded Kol swam, his vision distorted. He couldn't find the brake, and went zooming off among the asteroids. Worst of all, perhaps, he didn't know the button to activate the fighter-to-fighter radio. Only the stars knew how he had managed to land the fighter later, his shaking hands alone should have made the feat impossible, but he had done it. Barely. And as the command bridge detected a second wave of enemy ships phasing towards Liberty immediately after the first one was pushed back, none of the pilots could leave their ships. This was both a gift and a curse. None of the pilots could reach Kol and strangle him, as he knew they surely wanted to, but neither could Kol exit the fighter and save his life from an ugly space crash, as was even more likely.
    "10 till launch."
    "9"
    Kol gulped, sweat streaming down his face. He couldn't do this.
    "8"
    "7"
    "6"
    Heavenly stars he was going to die. He couldn't die, not yet, He couldn't do this, he had to get out!
    "3"
    Where had the time gone? What had happened to five and four? He had to get out! Franticly Kol clawed at the cockpit's retractable glass cover, but it was firmly locked. He had to get out!
    "2"
    "1"
    "Launch."
    The fighters fired up and in single-file streamed out of the hangar. This much was autopilot, to avoid collisions inside the hangar. There was a short beep as Kol cleared the bay doors, and the autopilot flicked off. Kol's fighter immediately careened off to the right towards another fighter, and it was only the skill of the pilot in the other ship that the two did not crash. Scrambling for the controls, Kol grabbed the joystick and yanked forward, forcing the fighter into a downward spiral. He could fly the star-struck thing, that he could do, but anything else was out of his league. Including the light-forsaken brake! He could fly the ship, but when it came to tight corners and quick maneuvers, Kol knew he wouldn't be able to survive. All he could control was what direction his fighter blew up in. But he would control that.
    Kol jabbed at the joystick again and the fighter swooped upward and climbed. The Vasari's ships had already phased out, and had just started to gun their engines in the direction of the Trader fleet. Kol gunned his.
    A stream of red streaks leaving the enemy's capital ship was the only warning he had that enemy fighters were incoming. He had no idea how to activate the star-struck audio alerts.
    Grunting, Kol leaned sharply on the joystick, and uncapped the red trigger on its side with a flick. This part he knew how to do, at least. As he approached the battle and his fighter started automatically tracking the nearest enemies, thank the stars, Kol felt his fear receding, like a physical animal retreating into its lair. Not gone exactly, but contained. The targeting computers locked on to the nearest enemy fighter with a loud constant ring, and Kol squeezed the trigger. Bright bubble-looking bullets exploded from his frontal guns, speeding towards the enemy craft so fast they elongated into more bullet-like forms before they hit. Three of the four shots hit the enemy's hull. The fourth sped right past, narrowly clipping an overhanging asteroid. The computers weren't perfect, not by a long degree. There were just too many constantly changing variables to perfectly target a hostile. But that was hardly the most pressing issue at the moment. As soon as his shots were fired, Kol flipped the joystick and tried to make his fighter go into a curve, but the gravitational pull from the planet disrupted his maneuver, forcing him to take a long, leisurely curve instead of the quick, sharp one he had been trying to perform. The onboard computers wouldn't let him take a sharper turn. The g-force alone would rip his body apart. Obviously, there was much more to this flying thing than engines and boosters.
    Kol had sped by the enemy fighter too fast for it to get a secure lock, but it fired anyway, and a couple shots managed to skip across Kol's fighter. The other pilots had named their respective ships, names that fit in with their call signs, but Kol knew he would never have that luxury. If he managed to find his way back to the hangar, he would surely be locked up for years for endangering the lives of his fellow soldiers. If he managed to get back.
    A flashing button on the ceiling of the ship caught Kol's attention. Half watching the space in front of his ship, half watching the button, he extended a hand, and then faltered. How stupid was he? Did he actually think he was about to press a random button he knew nothing about? For all he knew, it was the self-destruct! Kol glanced back up at the blinking yellow button. He pushed it.
    Suddenly the lights dimmed, and his fighter slowed. Kol looked frantically at the rearview screens across his flank. His engines were shutting down! Frantically he looked ahead, and wished he hadn't. Swirling toward him in its calm, unhurried gate was one of the crystal asteroids that orbited Liberty. It was enormous, and it was headed right for Kol's ship. Kol beat on the yellow button in a frenzy, but it seemed to have only that one action. Who in the planets was idiotic enough to put a DAMNED SHUT-OFF BUTTON IN HIS STAR-FORSAKEN FIGHTER?!?! Kol thought furiously. He looked forward again at the incoming asteroid. A few more minutes, and it would slam into him. Kol took the thought calmly, for all of his worrying in the hangar about being killed. He had read somewhere that men acted differently in the face of death. Some broke down and begged for the stars to save them, some took the inevitable calmly, and others panicked and often ended up doing more harm then their one death would have caused. Kol figured he was the second one. A stilling peace had descended over him, his breath was calm for the first time in what had been hours. Just one more minute now, Kol thought, and then I'll be free...
    Suddenly the lights turned back on and the ship rumbled as the engines restarted. The computers went through a rapid warm-up, and then a message flashed across his screen.
    Dissembling auto-ray charged. Fire ready. Searching for nearest enemy contact...
    Kol dazed stupidly as the message scrolled across his screen. Then with a yell he jerked on the joystick and the fighter shot over the asteroid, sending off sparks where it grazed the refinery that harvested its minerals. Then the computer's message changed.
    Nearest enemy contact found. Targeting...targeted. Activate auto-pilot? Hold trigger for confirmation. Option will cancel in five seconds.
    There were three seconds left when Kol finished the message, and another two were spent processing the idea. Then with an incredulous expression on his face as if he couldn't believe what was happening, Kol pressed and held the trigger. Instead of firing, a black box appeared on his view screen and thin green lines started making their way towards the box. Another five seconds later it was done. Kol leaned back as the autopilot took control. He assumed the black box was an enemy ship, but he had no idea what the dissembling auto-ray was. He racked his damaged memory, but it didn't seem to remember either.
    Suddenly Kol was free of the asteroids, and in front of him lay the bulk of the enemy's fleet. It had lessened some, but so had the TEC's, which Kol saw was further to the left. The black box was straight in front of him now, but there were a cluster of ships and Kol didn't know which one the computer had tracked. He didn't seem to see any enemy strike craft either, which was more odd. What in the star's patterns was he about to attack?
    The enemy ships surged forward as they renewed the assault on the TEC ships, and Kol found the target of the black box. It was the enemy's capital ship, bristling with point defense systems. Kol grabbed at the joystick, straining with all his might, but the fighter would not respond. It zoomed straight towards the immense, hulking ship. Little points of light blossomed on the hull of the capital ship, and streaks of light flew past the fighter as the enemy ship's computers began tracking his fighter. It surged forward regardless.
    Kol screamed.

Wow, nice story, can't wait till i read more, i love it "Kol" is actaully my favorite character and i can't wait to see what happens...   

haha too bad for the smilies. next chapters gonna feature zeke. and his raving mad advent mind buddy. and her homicidal tendencies. if a spot opens up at part 3, thatll be when kol becomes a hero. if not, 9, 1. now i just need to figure out wat a dissembling auto-ray actually does....

thanks i just can't get over how good your stories are  (i like BSG) 

You should really make a book or if you are(you are right?) publish it. It is good. COmparrible to the best-selling Halo books by Joe and Eric  

i am making a book, but not of this story. i couldnt publish this one, thats ironclads decision. wen i said i was making this story as a book, i meant like in bood form wen i write it up before posting it. ha but thanks for the compliment! the halo books r sweet.

they didnt say no, i didnt ask them. but im assuming itll be no. look at it from their point of view. y waste money into publishing a book wen the fans r getting it free off a forum? both stay happy

Tell me now or I will become EMO and will cut myself

Chapter 8, part 1
The Face of Death, and Retribution Besides

The Trader Emergency Coalition

4 years ago, outer colonies, southern frontier, planet christened "Kitalle"
High Intensity Care Ward

    The doctor looked down the row of hovering tanks, all filled with the fluids that kept their patients alive, and with an unhappy sigh, shut off the lights and locked the door. Too many of them would not survive to leave this room. Many of the tanks contained human bodies, but it was the one on the left row at the far end that the doctor watched most carefully. It held his most interesting patient. One that was technically long dead.
    Zeke Disher had once been a famous movie star, the young rising actor of the Trader worlds' theaters only a year ago, but he had been struck suddenly down by a rare and unknown disease, if disease it could be called. The doctor still had his doubts. All of Zeke's motor skills had shut down, as well as his organs, even his heart and lungs. But his brain was still active, his body was still alive. Other doctors were just waiting for him to finally die off so they could study the specimen. This doctor was not one of them. He had been the one who had originally treated Zeke. He had been with Zeke's closest friend, now in the army from the last he heard, when they discovered someone else was controlling Zeke's mind. That body would never die until that other person was found. The doctor ruminated on this as he walked down the hallway and signed out at the registration desk. With the sort of patients this hospital treated, all staff had to sign in and out of the building to insure they were safe in case of a crisis. The doctor had seen too many of those to complain about the policy. He crossed the large lobby, inching around the fountain in the center, and exited the building. Down past the way he had come, through the locked doors of the High Intensity Care Ward, past the rows of life tanks, Zeke opened his eyes.
    He did that sometimes. The doctors were mystified by it. His brain sometimes sent off tiny, electrical sparks that made his eyes open and shut. It had nothing to do with anybody in there. That body had become a shell long ago. Hadn't it?
    You wouldn't think, to look at the rotten, mutilated body, that a war was going on right beneath its surface.
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    Zeke heard the sobbing before he saw her, as he always did. Sometimes it was a high-pitched laugh that made his hair stand on end, sometimes it was sobbing, but he always heard the Advent before he saw her. There she was, lying in a dark corner of his---it was still his!---mind. She looked up as he came near, and the sobbing turned to a snarl.
    "You!" She cried out, and leapt at him, clawed hands extended. Zeke had never believed nails could grow like that until he had seen the like on her hands.
    Zeke ducked underneath the blow, jabbing up with his free hand. The other hung useless at his side. From one of her other attacks. The Advent let out an oomph as the air was forced from her stomach, but she twisted herself in mid-air and landed facing Zeke, breathing heavily. Zeke had become quite the master at hand-to-hand combat in here, even with only one hand. With a animalistic snarl, the Advent sprung away from him and took off into the gloom. Just like she always did. Sighing to himself, Zeke followed relentlessly. What else was there to do?
    Outside of this never-ending conflict, the body's eyes stared unseeingly up at the frosted lid of the tank. No breath entered its lips, and no blood pumped through its veins. The liquid around it was meant to substitute oxygen and food, but it never entered Zeke's body. It seemed to have a sort of resistance to it.
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    Now she had found a new toy. Somehow, the Advent had created an enormous chain saw, and was swinging it viciously towards Zeke. Now it was his turn to run away. There was no where to hide here, just gloomy emptiness as far as the eye could see. Zeke wondered how she had gotten the chain saw.
    As soon as he thought about it, a chain saw appeared in his hands, and he was so surprised he nearly dropped it. Looking behind him thoughtfully, Zeke let go of the chain saw. It disappeared in a cloud of mist. Thinking hard, Zeke conjured up an automatic rifle. Although it was one of the ancient, primitive rifles long lost to the TEC now, it carried poison-tipped bullets from the gases of Jupiter. Zeke smiled. Anything he thought in his mind...was there. Fascinating. And it had taken him six months to discover this. Turning, Zeke hoisted the rifle. He was much faster than the Advent, and she was just now appearing out of the dank gloom. Placing her in the center of his sights, Zeke let out a stream of poison-plated bullets. The Advent screamed and disappeared in a violent explosion of colored lights accompanied with the smell of sulfur. Then there was silence. No footsteps, no crying, not even the sound of Zeke breathing. He did not breathe anymore. He let the rifle drop and walked away as it turned to mist. The only sounds were the clack, clack, clack of his shoes. Where was he? What had he done? He needed that Advent to get out of here! Zeke opened his mouth and roared at the dark, empty sky.
    The computer near Zeke's tank flickered into life, as it always did when it recorded a heavy mental spike or heart beat. So far, it had only been the first. But now a steady rise and fall was spreading its way across the computer. If one looked into the tank, they would have seen the body's chest rising and falling in rhythm to the computer's now-sounding metronome. Someone had returned to the body. Suddenly the computer sparked, shook as the wires connecting it to the tank sparked and wriggled. There was an explosion, and the lid of the tank flew off. Dust and smoke from the ruined machinery blanketed the area. When it eventually cleared, the tank containing Zeke's body was empty. The doors to the High Intensity Care Ward were lying in a jumbled heap on the floor, battered and twisted. It looked as if someone had ripped them from the walls and crumpled them like tin foil. Alarm bells rang.
    Outside the hospital, Alfr'eda took a long, grateful gulp of breath as the cool night air wafted over her. It had been so long since she had had a body. She looked down at the rotted hands and flaking skin. Another would have been more suitable, perhaps, but she would make do with what she had. There was something of a hunger in Alfr'eda's eyes. She was here, on a Trader world. The Unity's retribution could be carried out, carried out by her alone. Alfr'eda tried not to think of the Unity. It caused her too much pain. Although her considerable mental powers remained with her, she could no longer feel the rest of the Advent. She could no longer feel the mind of the Unity. And that meant only one thing. She had become one of the Silent Ones. She opened her mouth and screamed at the sky.
    As Zeke roared out his frustration, he felt something...change...around him. He sensed the Advent. He could faintly see her next to him, also staring at the sky and yelling. They were doing the exact same thing...Zeke wondered if he could use that to his advantage. Somehow, switch them while they were doing the same action and take control of his body again. He would have to find out.
    Alfr'eda screamed and screamed again. She could not have possibly lost her eyesight, not so suddenly, not without cause. The land around her was dark and gloomy. She looked down at herself, and was back in a woman's form. She was back in Zeke's mind. She screamed.
    Zeke took in a welcome gulp of cool night air. The first he had taken since his New Year's party, almost an entire year ago. Looking down at himself, he shuddered. Now this was a body to give you nightmares. He took off trotting down the street. He hoped he remembered the location of his old studio. There were some costumes he had to borrow.

....well....

SPACE ZZOOOMMBBBIIIEEEZZ!!! wohoo!!

Interesting, very interesting

-Zombie Noob (They need a zombie digicon)

yeah, i already had that planned for part 2. not exactly regenerating, but something else. and the eye thing i definitely already had down. great minds think alike!

I derived the Sinner ranks from the u.s. navy ranks. I just changed them up a bit, and gave them different names. I could post the graph if you want to see it.

 awesome. I am addicted to this story.  And it is cool how zeke and the advent lady are switching power over the body back and forth

keep it coming please