With the creation of the Manchausin Drive, which made faster than light speed
travel possible, humanity entered into a new era of great odysseys. They set
out into the universe, into this infinite sea. Explorers, soldiers, colonists...
all sorts of travelers with all sorts of names crossed the sea of stars and
spread out across all sorts of worlds. But when law and order were created,
those who disturbed it appeared. And when wealth and interest appeared, those
who would plunder it appeared. Just as in the last great age of sailing, pirates
were reborn in space. But in this new age of odysseys, a new breed of sailors
appeared who worked outside the law yet sided with neither space pirate nor
space forces. Outlaw. This was the name given to those who traveled in space
with only his freedom as his guide.
Gene: Well, well, well here he is.
Gene: You have got to be kidding me.
McCoy: Uhh...
Gene: (laughs) That won't take it off. You can't see a darn thing, can ya?
McCoy: You asked for it kid.
McCoy: Better say your prayers. Dumb kid. Alright, I'll get you now.
Gene: (laughs)
McCoy: You're history. That's it, you're mine.
McCoy: Yaaaaahhhh!!!!
Gene: Huh?
Hilda: So, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve I see.
Gene: Hey, I don't think these guys were after you just cause of what you did
back at the bar. Well, looks like just about everybody's after you.
Hilda: Okay, so tell me, what exactly do you want with me?
McCoy Henchman2: I don't know I tell ya, c'mon, I don't know anything.
Hilda: But you know my reputation, right?
McCoy Henchman2: Someone asked us to do it. They told us we could capture you,
or we could just keep you here.
Hilda: Gonna tell me who?
McCoy Henchman2: Uh uh.
Hilda: Somebody even worse than me?
McCoy Henchman2: It's Ron MacDougal.
Hilda: McDougal, why him?
McCoy Henchman2: I don’t' know, we just did it, cause he offered to pay us a
lot of money.
Hilda: Wake up Melfina and Jim. We're going to the dock.
Gene: So who's this MacDougal guy?
Hilda: I'll explain later.
Gene: I've heard that before.
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Into Burning Space
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Mikey: Okay, that’s the last of them.
Swanzo: Looks like you guys made it here in one piece.
Hilda: Sorry about the trouble.
Swanzo: (laughs) Don't mention it, we go back a long way. Wouldn't mind knowing
what they were up to though.
Hilda: Looks like MacDougal put them up to it.
Swanzo: Oh, so they're going all out, eh? What have you got yourself mixed up in?
Hilda: Well it's nothing major, its the Galactic Leyline.
Swanzo: They Galactic Leyline? I'll never understand how you terrans think. You
really believe in that stuff?
Hilda: Actually no, Swanzo. I don't believe anything until I see it with my own
eyes. How's Horus doing?
Swanzo: I'm finished with the supplies. How's the engine, Mikey?
Mikey: All green, except you've got less than 50 parsecs until your next recommended
overhaul on your sub-ether drive.
Hilda: The manufacturer's too paranoid, we're launching right away.
Gene: Hey, hold it! You mean we're gonna launch now, just like that?
Swanzo: That'd probably be a good idea, there's a big ruckus over at dock 12,
maybe their buddies are sending us some ships.
Mikey: What are you, outta your mind? Starting a fight right outside Blue Heaven?
Swanzo: They're breaking the rules if they don't go hand to hand. Horus is too big
for them. It's like $#&*@!
Gene: What did you say?
Swanzo: Sorry, translator's glitch. It's like sharks ganging up on a whale.
Gene: Hmph, whatever, I've never even seen a whale before.
Hilda: Swanzo, thank you for everything, I'll be back soon and understand I will
need your help again. I'll have a new ship with me.
Swanzo: No problem, Hilda.
Hilda: Okay, let's get going.
Horus: 5 planetary grappler ships have launched from Blue Heaven and are closing in.
Hilda: Gene, hey Gene!
Gene: Huh, what is it?
Hilda: You ever fight in a spaceship before?
Gene: No, even if I did, I don't want to now.
Hilda: I thought you had experience as a pilot.
Gene: I do, I might puke all over the console.
Horus: Warning, that may cause a short circuit.
Jim: If you don't have a problem with it, I'll help.
Hilda: Can you operate a laser cannon?
Jim: Sure, I know how to use one.
Hilda: It's to your right. If they close in, open fire.
Jim: Okay.
Hilda: Melfina, sit in the auxiliary control chair. You're able to do it.
Melfina: Alright, I'll try.
Horus: Warning, please avoid any reckless evasive maneuvers until we are out of
Blue Heaven's approach lane.
Hilda: Alright, continue accelerating.
McCoy Henchman1: They won't get away, lets split ourselves up.
McCoy Henchman2: Right.
Horus: Grappler ships to aft have split into 2 groups.
Hilda: Jim, eyes up, they're coming in from the rear.
Jim: Gotcha.
Jim: There they are!
McCoy: Ain't gonna work little lady!
Horus: Enemy craft have anti-laser defenses.
Jim: Uhh... Hilda, what are we gonna do?
Hilda: Keep firing, it'll keep them on their toes at least.
Jim: Okay.
Gene: Ugh...
McCoy: (laughs) Running out of time.
Horus: Further evasion is dangerous. Now leaving guide path.
Melfina: Grappler ship closing in from above!
McCoy Henchman1: Okay, lady, gotcha this time.
Hilda: Horus, we need a rapid climb.
Gene: Ugh...
McCoy Henchman1: Ahh man!
Hilda: How much longer until we're cleared of the asteroid zone?
Horus: 482 seconds.
Melfina: I see something that’s closing in on us from ahead. It's a large ship.
Horus: Ship is cruiser class. Type unknown. It is on a collision course.
Hilda: Send out a warning.
Horus: They claim they have the right of way.
Aisha: This is the Orta Hone Hone, registered to the Ctarl-Ctarl empire. I am
speaking to you as Ambassador Planetary Petentiary Aisha Clan-Clan. With
total authority in all space, held by the Ctarl-Ctarl empire. We are docking
at Blue Heaven, clear the way.
Crowd: Clear the way (~ 10 times)
Ctarl-Ctarl 1: Make way for the Ctarl-Ctarl empire!
Ctarl-Ctarl 2: If you don't clear the we're gonna whip your butt.
McCoy Henchman1: The Ctarl-Ctarl empire!
McCoy Henchman2: What should we do?
McCoy: Like we really have a choice? These guys are even worse than the pirates!
Hilda: Listen, I'm an outlaw. I hate to say it, but I don't have a treaty with you,
understand? This departing ship is taking the right of way.
Jim: Huh? You're picking a fight with the Ctarl-Ctarl?
Gene: Hey Jim, tell me, what are the Ctarl-Ctarl like again?
Jim: They're like a cross between a human and a tiger. They're really nasty.
Technician1: Approaching ship isn't changing course!
Aisha: Wait! Wait a minute, that’s crazy!
Technician2: Stop messing around!
Technician3: Moron!
Technician1: We're gonna eat you.
Hilda: Don't worry. If you drop your shield, they'll be enough room for us to pass.
Aisha: What?! You defy the Ctarl-Ctarl empire!? Grr....
Hilda: Without it the ships will collide!
Aisha: What? Just a minute!
Technician2: Graphic shields altering course 3 degrees to port.
Technician1: Firing starboard blasters for 10 seconds.
Jim: Ugh... ugh...
Aisha: Aaaahhh! Arrr!
Gene: Oh boy...
McCoy Henchman1: Kay, go after them.
Aisha: Hey! Hold it right there! All of you stop your ships do you hear me?
You're under arrest in the name of the Ctarl-Ctarl empire!
McCoy Henchman3: Oh no, what should we do?
McCoy Henchman4: What else can we do? We can't get away from that ship.
Aisha: Hey! You outlaws, hold on!
Horus: T minus 60 until asteroid zone is cleared. Warning. Warning. Further
acceleration within asteroid zone is dangerous.
Jim: Aaaah!
Aisha: Grr! Blast it! Everyone's trying to make fools of us. That does it, fire!
I said fire!
Crowd: Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Technician1: But Lady Aisha, firing within the asteroid cluster is...
Aisha: Quiet! This is in the honor of the Ctarl-Ctarl!
Technician1: Yes, m'am!
Crowd: Fire (~dozen times)
Aisha: Grrr!
Technician3: Lady Aisha blew it, she should have listened to him!
Gene: Oh Hilda, where are we headed off to this time?
Hilda: Just a little star system. Meeting up with some friends there.
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Aisha: What?! You mean the outlaw Hilda?! That was her ship?
McCoy: Whoa, Hilda's famous, even in the empire...
McCoy Henchman1: She sure is.
Aisha: Tell me where she's headed!
McCoy: Even if I knew I wouldn't tell ya. Errr...
Aisha: Grrr...
Aisha: These outlaws will face execution later. Go after her at once.
Technician3: But we can't.
Aisha: What are you saying. Are you defying me?
Technician5: They are orders from home. We are to remain here until further
instructed.
Aisha: What! Do you mean to tell me you've been in contact with home?
Technician5: Of course, we were ordered to contact them once we arrived at Blue
Heaven.
Aisha: Grrr....
Gene: Oh great, are we there yet?
Hilda: No, we have to go to sub-ether 3 more times.
Gene: Ugh...
Horus: Time required to fix sub-ether drive, 2 hours 10 minutes.
Hilda: Get some rest everyone.
Gene: Before I rest, I have a question. What is the Galactic Leyline?
Hilda: That's simple. It's a place the Kai pirates are desperate to find.
Gene: Why?
Hilda: Apparently, they say there's some kind of huge treasure that's supposed
to be hidden there.
Gene: One other thing. Who's this MacDougal Character?
Hilda: Horus.
Horus: The MacDougal brothers. They call themselves outlaws, but their position
is unclear. They will take any job for the right price. Other than that,
no personal information is available.
Gene: Why the heck are they poking around your business?
Hilda: Why don't you just ask him?
Gene and Jim: Hmmm...?
Hilda: (laughs)
Hilda: The moon of that planet. That's where we'll meet my friends.
Hilda: This is Horus. Marx, O'Malley, come in please. Anything on radar?
Melfina: No, I'm not picking up any spaceships.
Gene: Did you get here at the right time? Maybe we're just early.
Hilda: They should have come a long time ago.
Gene: You think you got stood up?
Hilda: I doubt that.
Melfina: I'm picking up something on radar, but its...
Horus: I'm picking it up on the cameras as well. Enlarging.
Hilda: I'm taking us in.
Hilda: Oh no... That's the Leprechaun’s nose art.
Horus: Debris ahead verified as the Leprechaun and the Purgatory.
Melfina: I see a ship that's lifting off from the moon's surface.
Hilda: What?
Melfina: It's closing in at high speed.
Horus: Warning. It's that pirate vessel.
Ron: Just like I told you.
Girl Pirate: Thank you, Mister MacDougal.
Ron: Don't mention it. I knew that the guild would pay for the information,
so it was an easy job. Tell me, is there any other way I can be of any
help for you? My brother will launch our ship if you need us to.
Girl Pirate: This is our job now, that won't be necessary.
Hilda: You had to go and hurt more of my friends, didn't ya.
Gene: So what are we gonna do now?
Hilda: Accelerate and fly down their throats. Gene, take the gunner's chair.
Gene: You mean me? I can fire that, but I'm not gonna hit anything.
Hilda: Just how long are you gonna keep whining?
Gene: If I can't hit anything, I can't hit anything.
Hilda: You're just gonna keep running away?
Gene: Just keep running away? I'm not running.
Gene: Don't start whining if I puke all over everything.
Hilda: If you want to be a spacer, hold it in.
Gene: Oh man... what a slave driver.
Gene: Jim, I'll take over.
Jim: Hey, don't over do it Gene.
Gene: Eh... I'm a natural born spacer. Don't you worry about it, Jim.
Old Man: Pa gu a sun fa. You won't get away Hilda.
Horus: Pirate co-fighters are approaching.
Hilda: Lasers won't work on them. Use missiles.
Gene: Yeah, I got it.
Old Man: Waaaaa!!!
Horus: Small craft has made contact to starboard. No damage.
Gene: Okay you wise guys, its your time to get it.
Old Man: (laughs)
Ron: You're gonna let them escape?
Girl Pirate: You needn't concern yourself.
Ron: Oh?
Old Man: We've branded you Hilda. You will never be able to escape us now.
We'll take back everything that you stole from us. You'll regret what
you've done.
Hilda: Head straight for Farfalas Horus. Calculate sub-ether course.
Horus: Roger.
Gene: Hey, where is this farfa whatever place?
Hilda: Its a star system about 40 light years from here with a lot of natural
resources. It's a desert island in space.
Gene: So why are we going there?
Hilda: The ship I told you about before is hidden there.
Gene: Huh? You actually gave me a straight answer for once.
Hilda: Because I found out I could use you as a crew member.
Gene: Ah, what are you talking about... ewww...
Jim: Okee dokee, Gene, off to the bathroom, hang in there.
Melfina: Umm...
Hilda: Hmm...?
Melfina: Why did you bring me along?
Hilda: Would you have preferred to stay back there with them?
Melfina: Not really.
Hilda: I would never mistreat you.
Melfina: Alright.
Girl Pirate: Once all spacecrafts are aboard you may begin the pursuit.
Ron: Do you need help tracking them?
Girl Pirate: I don't.
Ron: In that case I'll be going. My brother is here to pick me up.
Ron: This should prove to be interesting. Heh heh heh heh.
Governor: This is a disgrace Aisha Clan-Clan. Our reports clearly state that
Hilda's ship Horus was right under your nose and you let him get away.
Aisha: But governor... At that time uh... I did not have that information.
Technician: Lady Aisha, that’s simply a comm. cube you're looking at, its just a
recording.
Aisha: (whines)
Governor: And therefore Aisha Clan-Clan, your rank as Ambassador Planet Petentiary
is here by stripped. You will remain at Blue Heaven as a resident officer
and gather information regarding the Galactic Leyline.
Aisha: Oh no...! Governor, I beg of you that’s way too harsh.
Technician: I'm telling you, he can't hear you.
Governor: The Orta Hone Hone will depart Blue Heaven and continue tracking Horus.
That will be all.
Technicians: (cheer) Leave port! (~10 times)
Aisha: (whines)
Gene: Oh come on, brother, is it a little hot in here?
Hilda: We're getting closer to the sun. Hang in there.
Gene: Well how much closer do you plan on taking us?
Hilda: Just a little more.
Gene: What? Oh yeah that’s great, just a little more and we'll dive right into it.
Horus: I found it, Hilda.
Hilda: There it is. That’s a ship out there. A very special ship. One's that built
with the brains of the pirates and the technology of the Space Forces.
Gene: Space Forces and the pirates?
Hilda: Matching orbits with the asteroid. I'm taking us in.
Horus: Roger.
To Be Continued...
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Preview:
Okay, now I get it. So the pirates where after this baby, huh? Now I'm convinced.
Hey Hilda, don't leave me hanging out here! Space pirates flock towards a mysterious
spaceship that was hidden on an asteroid. We have to deal with some bad luck that
comes our way. My long ears of discipline are being put to the test. Next time,
on Outlaw Star, When the Hot Ice Melts. You better get ready!
