Gradius fanfiction- in english

• SHOOT THE CORE!

• But it hasn't got any…

• There is no such thing as no, pull it out!

• From where?

Even without the afterburner's fourth gear shifted, the twin horned ship speeded into the void of space without depths and heights. Void, unless that half-machine, half-subhuman invasion fleet, what seemed to be a crazed bee hive from the cockpit. Two of their battle cruisers screamed burning to the near blue planet's stratosphere, meanwhile the last „maleship” still spitted out fighters after fighters. The spaceship-creatures charged more wildly the two horned ship, and they gave him a hard time avoiding their suicidal attacks. They didn't had other choices, because their landing silos are soon gonna be demolished in the nameless planet's orbit. Without chance to return anywhere, they became more desperate, more agressive. Unfortunately, the pilot int he cockpit suffering from briuses and hitting the walls of his steel kingdom couldn't appriciate this virtue. He got rid of his safety belt after the las nucleo-blast, didn't want to be choked by it, chosed to breka in his seat instead, more humanic death he tought it. His mates didn't have a choice: when two energy whip moved out from one of the cruisers they crushed to it and destroyed in sick flames of unleashing power. If he had any empty hands than could rid of the communicator from his neck, but needed every bodyparts he had to manually stabilize the fast movement changes int he cockpit.

• You are heading to their battlestations! It will close you in in no tome. Get out of there!

• No one else here to act as a hero, babe.

• We are deploying the deathflower against them, a few minutes and their reactor will go down.

• They always slipped from that one and fled. This is the first time to see a „boy” from inside.

• You can't go deep further caus…

• Because I'll have to switch this shitty radio off with my teeth - spoke just to myself as around his ship the giant spacecruiser inner parts became alive.

Two turret tower targeted him from the organic walls. It took a few of his tricks that he could outmaneuver the torchrockets and get close to the pulsing gas veins on the pillar. Two bigger explosions threw the twohorned one's back and the pilot just knocked the laserglass with his face. The front dangerously followed the mechanic trails trails, meanwhile the inner reactor to stabilizie the vector, gave a power thrust to the sidewings' turrets. Faded red stars danced before his eyes as the pressure hit him once again and throw him back to his seat. His head turned away from the scene and could read one of the many sticked fliers in his cockpit: „Not today is the day you'll die.”

The ship speeded out from the service tunnel in a short angle and got into a bigger corridor. Just in time, as the flames born from the way he came could burn to ashes those security droids and rain them in burning gasoline. They falled after him as fireflies in the darkness, only the twinhorns' reflector could aid some light down there.

There wasn't shooting and even the tracker rockets' beeping voices were missing around him. The soundblasters were silent. Switched the computer from battle mode to scanning to gather every inch of data possible about the surroindings for the black disc device. The first time he got the full manual control it almost broke his arms, but with his experience in this helped him to don't fall to the „pilot-fever”. He just had his method for such a thing.

• ENJOY THE SILENCE

From the archives, the shuffled century, shuffled album could throw the sound of the reactor, the oral report of the computer and the feel of the darkness from outside away. From the cloured signs he knew, he is heading to the greatest heat source around and will be there in short time. Until then he had to enjoy the silence.

From the shiny walls of the reactor room, the picture of his ship reflected in many ways. The crystal plates reflected everything as the two horned ship, as the suffering of the chained giant creature, imprisoned int he center of the room. The mysterious energy source of the maleships forced the scanner too beep in a high sound, it couldn't find any related data or usable statistics, or words for instance. The pilot felt the same way too.

The centuries old creature's body was trapped in tubes and cables, the end of his hands and legs were somewhere int he walls. The computer waiting for orders blinked with an empty character on the screens, the tiny ship rounded around the reactor. When reached the eyes found it blinded in white. It didn't had a regular eyeballs anymore, even in this state, it followes the flylike ship's movement with his head.

Meanwhile the computer was eagerly waiting for answer, also noticed that the creature and the pilot are communicating in a hardly sensable way. It could sense and accept the metacommunication between the bionic creatures, but couldn't decode or translate, so it only saved for the black disc device with the other datas.

The ship left the sufferes body with a hard turn and in a proper distance activated the last remaining rockets. The spinnin energy balls around the ship stood in a strict direction and even the pilot knew, that one of them suffered heavy damage from a wall it crushed, also know they will be enough. The blackness swarming from the sidetunnels wasn't just the last line of defense the cruiser's brain sent, but also a desperate try to stopm him from what he gonna do. It didn't know about the man insode, it couldn't even understand such a thing.

The afterburners sent the ship to the last charge. For as a black cape arrived the enemy droid army and followed it when the rockets blasted out the arms and legs from the walls. They stopped ina n instand, dark ligtnings clashed to one and another as they tried to suck the emergency power from each other. The pilot also smiled as he spedded into the giant's spinebone, through the flesh and stoppend inside. The destruction of the cruiser around was only silent explosions, steel slipping in steel int he cockpit. The statistics of the ship glared in blue to the bloodstained forehead of the pilot and then went out to suck out any remaining oxygen from the ship. The music player stopped somewhere a song called 'Waiting for the night'. The computer believed this is polire enough.

• What happened to the pilot? - asked the women glaring up from the black disc reader.

• After we found and retrieved that pile of frozen meat remained after the destruction we found the remains of Vic Viper and pilot also. He is ont he ice till then

• What was his name?

• We didn't use name that time ma'am. Simply he was Vic Viper 3, Vic 3 if you like.

• Why didn't you wake him up?* Miért nem ébresztették fel?

• According to the disc we found he disobeyed orders. His punishment is also what he registrated as a method in case of heavy body damage.

• Which was…?

• Sent him to everdream state in the Starfront base.

• Is he dreaming now?

The Vic Viper glided the icestream of the asteroid as a blue lightning. He was closing to the enemy fleet, the other fighters already checked in. He was still smiling in silent and glared to the space ont he other side of the laserglass, also activated the missileheads...