I'm back with my first official Lego story, featuring Chris Sirius.
A blast ripped through the cargo bay. Shock grenade. Man, those guys were starting to play mean. Chris Sirius shifted slightly by the stack of crates he was taking cover behind. He let his thoughts run back over the last couple of years as the shrapnel shards and wood splinters rained down from the concussive explosion. After his official retirement from the Nexus Force back nearly 2 years ago, Chris had been “unofficially” promoted to special ops squad leader of a group brought together for anti-theft and anti-pirating missions. Despite his desire for a quiet life in which he could spend time doing what he liked best (namely inventing and exploring), he accepted the position in order to be a force for good in the galaxy. Zooming back in to the past month since he had received a new mission involving a smuggling ring, he went over the countless hours of surveillance, lead follow-up time and man hours that had gone into this mission, and had eventually led up to this point: Missing merchandise from warehouses and factories had been noticed and reported; connections made; and currently the smuggling ring known as the “Sabres” was attempting to blast the special ops crew across the solar system.
“AOK?” Chris spoke through his helmet mike.
“AOK.” Came the response from his four comrades.
“Anyone see where that thing came from?” squad member Mike Carter's voice came through the mike.
“Near their ship,” Chris said quietly “I'm going to break things open a bit, lay down some heavy fire across that far left end of their ship.”
Immediate popping of suppressive gunfire resounded as Chris ignited his jetpack and arced high overhead and angled towards a giant pile of stolen goods to the right of the ship. The quick and unexpected maneuver brought little fire from the Sabres. Reversing thrusters he landed gently. From his new location he could better see the positions of the Sabres and worked to develop a plan of action.
For the most part, the Sabres were hiding behind a half-height wall off to the left, occasionally firing off a hail of bullets and other projectiles. One or two were attempting to outflank Chris's men.
However Chris's “break open” plan was about to unfold.
Without further ado, Chris opened fire with his flamethrower, engulfing a near fourth of the cargo bay in a firestorm of white heat. Letting the blaze dissipate, he quickly changed his position to a spot about ten feet forward and to the right to get himself to a good vantage point.
“Heads up on your far left” Chris said, tipping his men off to the flanking attempt.
“Gotcha”, came the response from Jack Remmer. This reply was followed by a spread out maneuver from Chris's men coupled with cover fire and flash grenades to stun and disorient the Sabres. The flankers ended up getting outflanked and were quickly brought down by additional gun and laser fire from the ops team.
Mike's voice came in: “Two down. No injuries on us.”
“Nice,” Chris smiled slightly with determination. “The wall crew's slowing down a bit after the “break open”. Press forward slowly, taking cover as you go. No heroics.”
Chris's mike crackled, “Moving.”
Situation assessed, Chris called in to Jeremy Zygol, expert technician and hacker of the squad, “I need you to get into the ship's communication systems and get a surrender request sent to them. I don't want this going on longer than possible.”
“Will do.” Jeremy said with a slight chuckle. He knew his abilities and always gave his best on the job.
He headed out to the entry corridor to the computer uplink.
Another explosion rocked the bay.
“Man down! Man down!” Came Jack's strained voice. “Mike's been hit. Come in Mike!”
“Be there in ten.” Chris ignited jetpack and flamethrower and unleashed another fireball at the Sabre's position as he soared over to Mike's position. This movement brought some enemy fire but the few shots that connected, while slightly jolting him, merely glanced off of Chris's suit armor.
Landing down to where Mike was lying, Chris bent down quickly as Jack ran over. “Keep giving us cover guys.” Chris said.
The remaining two members opened all stops as they first launched another salvo of flash grenades and then proceeded to burst fire, change position and repeat the action.
In the flashes that burst forth, Chris and Jack checked over and began 1st aid treatment to Mike's side and leg, the latter being severely burned. Regaining consciousness slowly after his blackout, Mike whispered weakly, “Hey Chris, Jack. Sorry. No time... to move.”
“Hey, shh. We'll get you out of here, just stay with us.” Chris said, attempting a comforting smile. Jack was getting together lengths of wood for a makeshift stretcher as Chris kept Mike still and focused off his injuries.
Finishing the stretcher, Jack and Chris slowly lifted Mike on to it.
“Mike's OK,” Chris told the rest of the crew, “Jake and I are getting him moved back to where Jeremy's at. Keep up the suppressive fire till we're back.”
After a final firewall with his flamethrower, Chris and Jack started moving zig-zag through the debris and piles. An uneventful retreat to the relative safety of the corridor where Jeremy was set up and some briefly spoken words of encouragement as they headed back to the bay. It was offensive time.
Chris contacted the team. “Instigate a U Formation now! Jack and I will cover the right side; you both have the left. For Mike!”
“O, yeah Hotshot!” Their grinning voices came through the helmet mike. Their use of Chris's nickname showed their complete confidence and admiration for their leader.
The formation slipped into place as Chris gave the open fire order.
A veritable hailstorm of laser bolts, heavy rifle fire and napalm erupted into the half wall as Chris and his men poured everything into the attack. Piles of goods exploded, the Sabre's ship began showing heavy scarring and a majority of the half wall crumbled into powder as the team pressed their assault. Many of the Sabres fell and the few remaining individuals scattered. Great flaming piles of debris and rubble were burning fiercely as Chris and his men slowly strode forward grimly.
“That cleared them!”, Jack said. “Now I'm waiting for the white flag to be raised.”
“Not long to wait apparently,” Chris replied then pointed to the rear of the bay at the tattered cloth poking out over the ridge of a large pile. “Cover me, just in case, guys.”
Jack said, “Done.” as Chris stepped out cautiously from his cover.
“All weapons down and your hands up where I can see them!” Chris called out, weapon at the ready.
Six figures ventured out from around the pile with their hands up and with no weapons on.
“Surround and secure.” Chris said as his team strode out and handcuffed the Sabres.
“Jeremy, the fight's done in here. Contact headquarters with a “mission complete” report. We need a medic team to meet us at base and someone to come clean up and salvage through this mess.”
“On it.” Jeremy responded. “Mike's doing OK. In pain and immobile but alive and stable.”
“Good to hear it.” Chris smiled broadly as the stress and tension faded into a sense of completion.
On the Special Ops Transport shuttle heading back to command base, Chris settled back into his seat as Jack piloted.
“Another great job Chris”, Jake said.
“Great job yourself Jake. Proud to be on and a part of the team.”
They both smiled at the familiar and sincere catchphrase.
“Not the peaceful life I looked for,” Thought Chris, “But I wouldn't rather be doing anything else with anyone else.”
The stars turned to flaming streaks then faded altogether from his vision as the soaring craft pulled him into the restful peace of sleep.
The following are a few perspective shots for you all:
Fig + Explosion-less
Power supply and column detail:
I hope that you all enjoyed this, I put the story together about 9 months ago but didn't get to put this build together till about 4 days back.
WHOA! What a story, what a build! Just incredible, Promar! Reading that story really makes me wanna go see a sci-fi movie or something like that. I'm sitting here just shaking my head thinking, "How can someone build this?" It's just awe-inspiring, it really truly is. You've made such an outstanding diorama here, not only making a wonderful spacecraft, but you've also made one really awesome space hangar, with the works, too. Blaster bullets, smoke effects, flames, plenty of minifigures, tons of action. Wow again. I think you've reached a new tier of building just by this one creation. Bravo my good sir; I salute thee, master-builder Promar. God bless and PLEASE make more space stuff (looks awesome!).
Awesome story! The techniques used throughout the build are very well done, the different colors everywhere are a little distracting, but I know how that feels. The explosions are very well done, I didn't think that normal transparent bricks could do such a thing, but you did it here.