NationStates Jolt Archive

The SRCv Pix sped through space. Not Sub-Space, not Nexus Space, but real space. The G/T D drives, long neglected aboard Klonor warships, were really being put through their paces today. Usually only moving at 1/60 the speed of standard Sub-Space flight, these drives aboard the Pix had been supplemented by three MiniStar III Engines. The cost of this upgrade would easily pay for a new Hecate class Destroyer. Yet the result was well worth it.

Moving at speeds three times that of the standard Sub-Space drive, the Pix managed to make the trip from SR-2091 to Epsilon Pegasi in a mere year, rather than the predicted three. Though still an extremely long voyage, it was preferable to the alternative: a thirty minute trip in Nexus Flight. Faster: Yes. Cheaper: Yes. More bright lights: Yes. Extremely easy to detect from 20 light-years out: Oh hell yes. See, a mission of SpecOpsCom will run much more smoothly if people don't even know it's taking place.

The Pix halted at the edge of the system, attempting to stay out of the detection range of the new owners. A Dreadnought class Corvette might not be the largest ship, but it's still pretty hard to miss (especially with Klonor detection devices, which are designed to pick out single ships in millions of square miles of empty space).

Without moving forward the ship rotates in space, an extremely large Phase Gate rolling off the side (extremely large beeing in comparison to standard Phase Gates, which are usually the size of the StarGate in the Stargate: SG1 TV show) and slowling spiraling in towards the systems star. Another Gate roles off the opposite side, this one hanging in space and keeping close to the Pix.

Days pass........ and the Gate continues to move inward. The Pix shifts its position often, attempting to stay out of visual and and sensor range from the passing ships.

Weeks pass......... and the Gate movies inward. The Pix begins to keep in constant motion, seeking to keep itself hidden even longer.

Months pass........ and the Gate halts in space. (Gotta love those rockets)

Aboard the Pix there is a flurry of activity, marines shuffling their gear and pilots hurrying to cockpits. Once settled, the Omega, an Elysium Transport, detaches from the side of the ship and moves towards the Phase Gate which remained in place (Of course, that Gate isn't in the exact same spot, since you can't keep something perfectly still in space).

"Activate the Gate."

"Activated, sir."

"Co-ordinates specified?"

"Yes, sir."

"Take us in, then."

The Omega zips forward, flying into one Gate near the systems edge and re-appearing at the Gate several billions miles inward in orbit around the human inhabited planet.

"Get us to the surface, now! They'll be on our asses in seconds, so get us moving!"

The ship pivots in space and fires its thrusters, accelerating towards the surface at breakneck speeds.

"Let's get this planet ready for the homecoming."

.::TAG::.

Tag.

((To say that you can drop your ships above my planet's surface without any hastle what so ever is Godmoddery in and of itself, but I'll play your game, little mouse))

Lights flickered on the abandoned bridge of the Luna, as sensors took in the rocket's burst. Captian Yuugi stired from his slumber, opening his eyes, though the familure ritual had little real meaning. . . he already knew what would greet his mind's eye, as his sensors took in the surrounding space.

A Disk. . . yes. . . a warp gate. he thought, taking in all the data he could from it, already locking his weaponsystems onto it and scannign for further energy emissions.

from. . . Klonor? Have the fools really come to try and reclaim thier empire?

The small corvet passed through the ring and Yuugi turned the weapon mounts of the Luna to target it. His crew stired to life at the change of the ship's course, psykers moving to weapons ports and linking up to his contiousness. His second, the "Captian" came to the alter infront of his cryo-tube, falling to his knee and bowing.

"My Lord. . . do we find foes here?"

yes my child he said, unseeing eyes turning upon the Captian I have discovered foes to dispatch in this place. . . call the weapon's masters to thier mounts and prepare to engage.

He bowed to the atrophied body in the tube of preserving fluid, while Yuugi's remains floated, his head attached to great bundle's of wires leading up to the AS system. He reached out his hand, sending his awarness towards the ship, touching it as he wrapped his fingers around it. He focused on it, his fingers becoming ethreal tendrals around the enemy, holding it for a moment, before pulling back, his expanded psychic contiousness pulling it back with the ease a child would throw a toy car.

little mouse, little mouse he thought to the other's computer why toy with an old cat, little mouse? we may appear weak and frail, but we have many tricks to use against you. . .

OOC: Okay, it is just impossible to say that you can detect a ring 50 m in diameter when the thickness of the ring is no more than a foot wide and there's nothing in the middle. To say you could is godmodding beyond any possible degree.

((To say that you can drop your ships above my planet's surface without any hastle what so ever is Godmoddery in and of itself, but I'll play your game, little mouse))

Lights flickered on the abandoned bridge of the Luna, as sensors took in the rocket's burst. Captian Yuugi stired from his slumber, opening his eyes, though the familure ritual had little real meaning. . . he already knew what would greet his mind's eye, as his sensors took in the surrounding space.

A Disk. . . yes. . . a warp gate. he thought, taking in all the data he could from it, already locking his weaponsystems onto it and scannign for further energy emissions.

from. . . Klonor? Have the fools really come to try and reclaim thier empire?

The small corvet passed through the ring and Yuugi turned the weapon mounts of the Luna to target it. His crew stired to life at the change of the ship's course, psykers moving to weapons ports and linking up to his contiousness. His second, the "Captian" came to the alter infront of his cryo-tube, falling to his knee and bowing.

"My Lord. . . do we find foes here?"

yes my child he said, unseeing eyes turning upon the Captian I have discovered foes to dispatch in this place. . . call the weapon's masters to thier mounts and prepare to engage.

He bowed to the atrophied body in the tube of preserving fluid, while Yuugi's remains floated, his head attached to great bundle's of wires leading up to the AS system. He reached out his hand, sending his awarness towards the ship, touching it as he wrapped his fingers around it. He focused on it, his fingers becoming ethreal tendrals around the enemy, holding it for a moment, before pulling back, his expanded psychic contiousness pulling it back with the ease a child would throw a toy car.

little mouse, little mouse he thought to the other's computer why toy with an old cat, little mouse? we may appear weak and frail, but we have many tricks to use against you. . .