Contest: To the stars
Ship: SPB-1
(class)Battleship

Battle ship type: Hunter class



As Steve walked out of the mine, he was left with a big puzzle....Who in the heck built that place and more to the point, Who were they and what became of them. As he headed towards home in the mid-afternoon sun, A glint of sunlight flashed off a metallic object peering just above the forest canopy. This was something he'd never noticed before....His curiosity piqued, He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, Leaping over logs and scrambling over rocks in his path . He entered an unusual forest clearing and there stood in awe. Before him lay the biggest Spaceship he'd ever seen. Purple in colour with green markings, half buried in the earth and jutting on a slight angle. Unfortunately it had suffered some structural impact damage to the port side. It had hit hard. Steve stood there alone, deep in thought examining its hull. He then noticed a docking access port, midway along the lower axis of the ship. Steve grinned. This warranted more than just a casual look-over. No, This was something else! This behemoth beckoned to be explored! He sprinted in earnest, To his home as fast as he could to fetch more tools. A Pickaxe alone wasn't going to be enough for this job.


As the sun was beginning to set above the distant horizon, Steve returned with his chosen equipment in his backpack. He had to work fast as twilight was now encroaching. For once it was dark, New dangers would await him. He carefully made his way up along the dirt mound to the dock doors. Using his Pickaxe, He pried the doors opened. Steve then used his diamond Sword to lock the doors in place. He lit his Miners Torch and peered into the darkness. As he entered, he pulled the Sword loose and the doors whisked closed. He stood there, taking in the dimly lit surroundings and the flickering shadows cast by the Torch. But was most unsettling was the strong sense of familiarity that washed over him......."Impossible", He thought to himself as he cautiously walked along the Service Corridor. He Stepped over fallen ceiling light fixtures. He worked his way around hanging looms of wire conduit and broken equipment now scattered about the floor, All covered in a thick layer of dust, But none the less he couldn't shake it from his mind for he had, Somehow, Instinctively, made his way to the Command Bridge. This was most perplexing.


Steve looked around the oval room. The front of it was large glass shields, Work stations positioned around the room, Large flat screen monitors hung from the walls whilst mid-sized ones hung from the ceiling. Unfortunately most were damaged. The rows of work stations themselves were also damaged. They appeared to have once been on fire. To say the Bridge was in complete disarray was an understatement. Something horrifying had happened here. Steve felt this terrible sensation envelope him. He had to sit down. It was all too much for him to take in. So many questions with little to no answers. He spied what appeared to be the Captain's Chair and attached to it looked like a Command Consul. He sat down to gather his thoughts. He looked at the Command Consul. It was filthy. As he wiped his hand across it to remove the thick layer of dust, An array of coloured lights flickered to life and began flashing. Suddenly, Steve felt the most excruciating pain he'd ever known hit the base of his skull. A blinding flash of brilliant blue light blasted through his mind. All at once, Images began flooding through his mind.......The faces of those he had once known, His long forgotten family, The places he had been to, Battles he had won in the Mob Wars....And the last battle he had sitting in this very Chair.....Ambushed, outnumbered and out-gunned....Brutally lost. The ship, so badly damaged, hurtling off course on an unknown vector. The Engines screaming, threatening to tear themselves apart, The Reactor at critical mass and the helm no longer responding. There was worse to come. The blinding flash of red light that filled the Bridge and the ship...His Command team and his Crew, Instantly vaporised.


Why he had been spared, He knew not. As the Captain commanding the S-PB1, Steve knew he knew his Bridge staff as well as they knew each other. On these long distance patrols that took months to complete, they were like family. Now they were long gone. He sat with his head bowed in his hands. He remembered now, Just before the ship crashed He was enveloped in a warm light and then, Nothing. That was four years ago. Now, The ship had to be repaired. He activated the S-PB1's Service Repair/Maintenance Droids. Various in size from the small to the huge, lumbering units, They set about repairing the ship with meticulous efficiency. Now he needed a crew, But that could wait for now he began to dose off into fitful slumber. Next morning at sunrise, The Captain had a plan in hand. He visited all the NPC Villages he knew of and asked for their help. They happily agreed. As a Miner, Steve was always on very good terms with the Villagers. After weeks of training his new Crew from every facet of the ship from Gunnery to Catering, They were ready. Repairs to the S-PB1 were almost complete. He gave individual tuition to each of his new Bridge Staff. He assigned Engineering and the Reactor duties to the Maintenance Droids. The Ship's A.I. would supervise them. Now he had to find a way back to his Home world and the Fleet. The S-PB1 was the Flagship in the Admirals' Fleet Command and hopefully they were still looking it. Time would tell.


Please tell me if you like the story^^
and we're am sorry if the ship doesn't look good. I built it in 4 days

We were going to enter another ship but then I decided to build a new ship so I hope you like it

Additional Notes

I would love to thank Recurv3 for helping me out on the last secound

I would also like to thank LEMODE for helping as well with his ship

I would love to thank my team (spartanbuilders) and my familey for putting up with me and helping me out

And i hope you like the story(it took a bit to write ;) )



Thank you all