Ah, Sigma space. A very amazing sound from the outward reaches of the borderworlds. A sound of isolation yet knowing the dangers that lurk. From the high tier pirates, independent Zoners, bastard GMG mining scum to the potentials of Nomad activity. In my imaginative story of this particular soundtrack, imagine you being in a thick green nebula and you are with a few wingmen in the search for some kind of disturbance and rumors from many folk who often pass near the nebula. Occasionally, lightning flashes give a fraction of light ahead and all around you. Then suddenly, as your squadron unknowingly approaches a massive clearing, a flash of light illuminates your path and you see a massive silouhette bigger than it has a right to be in front of you. Instictively, you shout, ordering your squadron to cut all power and quickly, you drift to halt just outside the clearing. What is witnessed before your eyes catches you in your most vulnerable. Terror and awe flood through your body as you focus on a massive warship under construction/repairs. Through the communications of your wingmen, you ask questions and answer certain ones with hesitation. The disturbances you were to investigate was a warship of immense size and potential firepower. Then as you slowly place your hands on your dashboard to bring your ships to reverse out back into the thickette of the toxic clouds, you notice multiple flying ships around the warship enter the warship's hangars and larger fighter-class ships eject from another hangar bay. A powerful energy escapes the ship in multiple waves, hitting your scout fighters, converts into sound and you hear that it is an alarm siren. The warship under some form of constructions goes into full red alert, much of the ship's broadside suddenly close to protect vital components while more of its broadside panels open up. It was at that moment you realize you were made and scream to go into full power and flee. The enemy fighters spread outward in a very large radius and as you all turn to disappear into the nebula and into the asteroids, the incredible firepower then covers your area in the form of its devastating anti-fighter broadsides. *Queue Sigma Space Combat* Shock Rifles were effective weapons despite their low damage and lower rate of fire but this warship had incorporated the use of shock rifles and turned them into capital class weapons installed onto broadsides with heavier damage, absurd range as they found out and the ability to cover a huge portion of space nothing but flak-like fire to increase the potential of hitting targets. The asteroids were a bit of help but even the dense nebula's asteroids were being shredded as you and your people maneuver violently to not smack into their untimely demise to a piece of rock and the flak that came from their rear. It was the longest minute of your lives, your heart is pumping madly as your blood rushes through your veins. Your breathing erratic to the point of hyperventilating and worry for your wingmen as the squad seemed to be silent, as if disappeared in thin air. Eventually, the ship's broadside range limit has been reached and the flak from the shock rifles cease and before long, you emerge from the nebula. Finally, calmness of the body and clarity of vision returned, only for the sense of worry begin to take over. Your wingmen are gone, where are they? Did the flak destroy them or did they all get separated in different locations? You decreased your speed in half and drifted hard left back to face the nebula and the open space around it, panning to look for your friends. Well, ships were coming into view from the flanks. "Good!" You scream and you remain there for a brief moment. But then you realize those aren't the ships you knew. They were different. They were fairly long, heavily armed and coming at high speeds in the colors of Black and Crimson patterns. Frantically, you hit your cruise engines again, but four cruise disruptors slam into your ship and even managed to bring your shields down. What the hell did they hit you with?! You pan your ship's nose to the nearest fighter, guns locked and loaded but before you knew it... everything turned red and then... Nothingness. *Re-queue Sigma Space* The long and rather flat heavy fighters zoom over the camera at a slow speed and as the camera pans lower, only their intense crimson colored engines are seen igniting. Five fighters in a V formation head back into the nebula as wreckage of a small ship is seen drifting sideways into clarity...
Ah, Sigma space. A very amazing sound from the outward reaches of the borderworlds. A sound of isolation yet knowing the dangers that lurk. From the high tier pirates, independent Zoners, bastard GMG mining scum to the potentials of Nomad activity.
In my imaginative story of this particular soundtrack, imagine you being in a thick green nebula and you are with a few wingmen in the search for some kind of disturbance and rumors from many folk who often pass near the nebula. Occasionally, lightning flashes give a fraction of light ahead and all around you. Then suddenly, as your squadron unknowingly approaches a massive clearing, a flash of light illuminates your path and you see a massive silouhette bigger than it has a right to be in front of you. Instictively, you shout, ordering your squadron to cut all power and quickly, you drift to halt just outside the clearing. What is witnessed before your eyes catches you in your most vulnerable.
Terror and awe flood through your body as you focus on a massive warship under construction/repairs. Through the communications of your wingmen, you ask questions and answer certain ones with hesitation. The disturbances you were to investigate was a warship of immense size and potential firepower. Then as you slowly place your hands on your dashboard to bring your ships to reverse out back into the thickette of the toxic clouds, you notice multiple flying ships around the warship enter the warship's hangars and larger fighter-class ships eject from another hangar bay. A powerful energy escapes the ship in multiple waves, hitting your scout fighters, converts into sound and you hear that it is an alarm siren.
The warship under some form of constructions goes into full red alert, much of the ship's broadside suddenly close to protect vital components while more of its broadside panels open up. It was at that moment you realize you were made and scream to go into full power and flee. The enemy fighters spread outward in a very large radius and as you all turn to disappear into the nebula and into the asteroids, the incredible firepower then covers your area in the form of its devastating anti-fighter broadsides.
*Queue Sigma Space Combat*
Shock Rifles were effective weapons despite their low damage and lower rate of fire but this warship had incorporated the use of shock rifles and turned them into capital class weapons installed onto broadsides with heavier damage, absurd range as they found out and the ability to cover a huge portion of space nothing but flak-like fire to increase the potential of hitting targets. The asteroids were a bit of help but even the dense nebula's asteroids were being shredded as you and your people maneuver violently to not smack into their untimely demise to a piece of rock and the flak that came from their rear. It was the longest minute of your lives, your heart is pumping madly as your blood rushes through your veins. Your breathing erratic to the point of hyperventilating and worry for your wingmen as the squad seemed to be silent, as if disappeared in thin air.
Eventually, the ship's broadside range limit has been reached and the flak from the shock rifles cease and before long, you emerge from the nebula. Finally, calmness of the body and clarity of vision returned, only for the sense of worry begin to take over. Your wingmen are gone, where are they? Did the flak destroy them or did they all get separated in different locations? You decreased your speed in half and drifted hard left back to face the nebula and the open space around it, panning to look for your friends.
Well, ships were coming into view from the flanks. "Good!" You scream and you remain there for a brief moment. But then you realize those aren't the ships you knew. They were different. They were fairly long, heavily armed and coming at high speeds in the colors of Black and Crimson patterns. Frantically, you hit your cruise engines again, but four cruise disruptors slam into your ship and even managed to bring your shields down. What the hell did they hit you with?! You pan your ship's nose to the nearest fighter, guns locked and loaded but before you knew it... everything turned red and then...
Nothingness.
*Re-queue Sigma Space*
The long and rather flat heavy fighters zoom over the camera at a slow speed and as the camera pans lower, only their intense crimson colored engines are seen igniting. Five fighters in a V formation head back into the nebula as wreckage of a small ship is seen drifting sideways into clarity...
Nicely written!
Beautiful stuff...you should do more
"The reports were accurate Rhineland is moving there entire northern fleet into sigma"
they've spotted us!
This is my favorite one its so interstealer sounding
Its a little bit like StarCraft 1 Zerg themes! o.O Damn, Freelancer was so fucking epic...
@toetancham A nomad must have infiltrated our rankings, time to raid their world again.
Night mates and fly safe o7
@Erysescyne Fuck yeah @: