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Lase Mooray: Origins

  K. B. Knight

  Copyright 2015 K. B. Knight

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  Lase Mooray - Origins was created using assets and imagery from Elite: Dangerous, with the permission of Frontier Developments plc, for non-commercial purposes. It is not endorsed by nor reflects the views or opinions of Frontier Developments and no employee of Frontier Developments was involved in the making of it.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 - In the Beginning

  Chapter 2 - Accident

  Chapter 3 - The Final Battle

  Thank You

  About the Author

  Chapter 1 - In the Beginning

  Starting life in an industrial system with no habitable planets is always going to be tough and my parents didn’t exactly have loads of cash. We lived on Luiken City in the Reshas system. My mother worked in the industrial production lines and my father flew the transports to and from the planet we orbited. Reshas 1 is a high metal world, full of precious minerals and the system was fortunate to be rich enough to be independent of the Federation or Imperial governments.

  The times I enjoyed most was when my dad took me on a trip to pick up the metals for processing on the station. It was amazing to leave orbit and experience micro-g for the first time. That said it wasn’t often I experienced a full one gravity (or G) either, we just didn’t have the money to be able to get accommodation that far down in the station. Where we lived gave about three quarters of a G, with my parents giving me medication to help make sure my body developed so I would be able to cope with more.

  I loved being up on the landing bay in the center of the station. Watching the ships come and go, anything from a Sidewinder to the huge Anaconda. My dad flew the Type-6 transporter, “Bloody box with thrusters” he would whinge every time he got back from a run. The Eagle was my favourite ship, it was so elegant and, with the right upgrades, a small wing of them could take on a larger ship.

  When I turned sixteen I was old enough to work. All I wanted to do was fly but we didn’t have the money to put me through flight school. I ended up working in the pit with the maintenance crews fixing and repairing ships. At least I got to work on the ships even if I didn’t get to fly them. I spent a large amount of my free time in the sims, playing fighter jock; I was pretty good. By no means was I candidate for any navy but I could mostly hold my own.

  Then the pirates came. The system was hounded by them. Ships coming into the system were attacked and either dropped what cargo they brought with them or just turned tail and ran. We are a confederation, we make up lots of smaller parts into a larger government. Mostly this was fine and we lived in an easy peace. However getting the representatives to agree on anything was a nightmare. Some wanted the pacifist approach and hoped they went away, others wanted more aggressive tactics. In the end patrols were increased around Reshas and traders, those who were willing to pay, were given escort to either of the systems stations. I spent most of my days working sixteen hours just to keep up with the repairs to the station’s defence fleet.

  So far I haven’t said much about my mother. During this time everyone was working longer and longer hours. Eventually an accident had to happen. First, one of the repair crew cross connected a feed on a Viper’s Frame Shift Drive which led to a catastrophic overload in the maintenance bay. The damage was extreme, I had never seen so much carnage before. A third of the Viper was just gone and the bay around it was so damaged it compromised the structural integrity of a fifth of the station. The second accident happened in the manufacturing plant.