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one post stories

Author
Jonas Wickonian
The Scope
Gallente Federation
#1 - 2014-03-19 20:06:53 UTC
basically a one post story, can be an extract to a larger story you've written which is makes sense on it's own or like me, something you create as you type with no plan or direction, to see where you end up.

He emerged, there was no stumble, no coughing, no gasps, it seemed to the onlooker, rehearsed. to be fair one could say it was, for a capsuleer with his experience, his career, this was part of a routine he had followed almost daily.
"Three eight six." he whispered as he stared at his new corpse, he looked up with a glare at the onlooker,
"Clothes." One word, a single demand, she stepped forward presenting him the clothes he had designated before his previous clone departure.
"The run was a success, i saw the flames as my eyes cut off." A grunt of recognition came as a man stepped into the room, "a heroic charge if ever i saw one." he replied.
"Spare me the speech, what's my next target and when do i get sent out?"
"In a few hours, we need to make a few final checks to the explosives, same system as before, they had some more battleships in reserve jump in, two Hyperions and a Dominix, we want that drone boat gone so we'll leave it in your care."
The Capsuleer was fully dressed now, and was looking at the meal laid out in front of him, he picked up the apple staring at it until putting it back down onto the plate. Walking towards the door he looked back at the onlooker, "I'm saving that for later."

"Kane is away and on target, increasing trajectory."

"Look at it go!"
"Great work there, come on boys lets give Kane an encore."
"This is Foxtrot, we'll take on those those hyperion bastards, we could use the cover."
"On our way Foxtrot."

The radio chatter started to fade as Kane watched the flames of the Dominix slowly die as the remaining oxygen was burnt to a crisp, it was like a sunset, at least it was the closest thing to a sunset he had witnessed.
As he stepped out of the vat, eyes still blurred he recalled the burning mass, "three eight seven." he whispered.

ok so probably not too good for a start, but this wasn't planned so i'm happy with the results looking forward to some better creative improvs from you guys.