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OOC: This is a invite Rp / Klatchians are all invited others should ask
Notes: Languages:
-indicates a phrase spoken in Vrakian
*indicates a phrase spoken in low Var
<indicates a phrase spoken in High Var>
#indicates a phrase spoken in Narian
indicated A.I.sources

System LJ 578
The Loachapoka System

The ancient satellite continued to follow its orbit. The ancient nuclear decay battery let it sit and wait for something, anything to happen. The simple A.I. didn't care about the bordom of orbiting a star and the three internal planets for centuries on end. In reality it had no concept of time.

The A.I. stopped being dormant when a bright release of UV energy spiked from an outer quadrant. The satellite swung its arrays towards the source of energy. The light gathering lenses looked into space and found what it was looking for…A ship…A Nipton Class Frigate to be exact…name unknown…operator unknown…

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Anne finished working the soap into her short hair. She kept her head down to keep soap out of her eyes as she felt for the switch to turn the water back on. Damn it…temp controls…there…
A beep and all twelve nozzles exploded back onto her body sitting in the bottom of the shower. She began to rinse out her hair and then another beeping sound. This one announcing that someone was calling her.
She hit the off button and looked at the small green and black display on the far wall. It took her a moment to translate the glyphs to read "Bridge".

She fumbled with the controls for a moment and then the voice of the Captain could be heard.
*Admiral…
The first word was a bit strange to the Var on the other end of the phone
*I wish to inform thee that we have fallen out of side-reel space into System LJ 578 and have been hailed by a LOT system defense satellite.
*What,
Ann forgot about the mission's earlier problems and looked at the speaker
*Yes, we are going to attempt to use those old codes found at the mining station in system LG 932.
*Inform me of how that goes Captain.
*As you wish My lady…

Anne stood and pushed the open button for the shower. Really she wasn't comfortable with them still, and her present title. Baroness Winton, Admiral of the Klatchian Space Navy. Admiral of five bleeding ships…and two of those are nothing more than cargo freighters. The only real warship I've got under my command is this frigate, and she's on loan from the Overlord.

Her mind scurried over the present group of explorers that the various Klatchian States had sent out with her. Jack was well…a dyellian and the Vrakian wasn't much better. The fact that of the six systems they had investigated, two had only planets which were mining colonies with no life in them…just large, hot balls of rocks with mining pits dug into them.

One had lost its habitable planet in the Civil War obvioulsy, the planet might be habitable again when radiation levels dropped to acceptable levels…in 10,000 terran years. Three were planets for heavy worlders, ranging from 5.3 to 10.6 earth gravities. The Uzac that lived on them didn't mind, but humans wouldn't stand a chance their.

The last world had been especially frustrating, perfect atmosphere, earth gravity of 0.98, and no land. Apparently the planet was Waterworld. The artificial islands built for crustacean hunting had long ago sank to the bottom.

Well let's hope for the best…

Anne began to put on her utility uniform and looked at herself in the mirror. Well, Vic was right, it is like hearding cats… How the tall, sandy blond kept her present complement of explorers in line was a question speculated on by members of the crew. After all she was still a fairly young woman and the mantle of Admiral of the Space Fleet wasn't a mantle of automatic respect. Perhaps the fact that she was deadly with a sword, rumored to have chased a man down into hell itself, or murdered her own fiancée in an intimate moment? Or perhaps it was the fact that she kept a full gown Klatchian Tiger as a pet?

The Admiral finished dressing. Looked at Meow sitting on the bed and then exited her cabin for the Officer's lounge two decks below.

She stepped into a room with a light acid sent of cheap cigars and looked at her exploration party.

Zork Hasharumpkinstle the III, scion of one of the the wealthy established Vrakian families and by extension, corporation (but he always evades the question when people ask which one), infamous big game hunter, former Colonel in the King’s Own but reportedly discharged for brutality, was busy telling yet another tall tale of his exploits to anyone within earshot. He gestulated wildly, displaying an impressive set of muscular arms while his right forearm displayed the King’s Own tatoo. His friend Bing, an extremely fat walrus merely sighed. He heard the stories a thousand times…literally.

“So there I was,” continued Zork, “surrounded by a whole bunch of the little orange critters. I figured I…”

The arrival of the Admiral cut Zork’s story short. He stood and made a comic sweep with his arms, as if greeting a noblewoman.

“How good of you to grace us with your presence, Admiral!”

The walrus sighed heavily.
-Way to go, Zork. That will make her spread eagle for you.
-Shut up, Bing. Women like guys like me.
-Woman like dumbasses?

Zork smile briefly turned downwards at his friend’s rebuke but nevertheless, continued to smile. If Zork were a cat, he would be a Cheshire.

Sir Meow, with a shoulder height about four feed above the deck looked at the walrus and seemed to lick his chops. It was rumored in history that the Klatchian Tiger had been bred as shock troops by the Empire of the Ursa, or the Great Polar Bears, in their attempt to destroy the sentiant walrus.

Anne didn't pay attention to Zork. After all she had gotten into fights with Monarchs she wasn't about to start sparing with Zork in Vrakian.

Several crew members were standing and saluting, Anne returned the salute and looked over the members of the exploration team. "Well we have reached the Loachapoka system. Historical records indicate that there are two habitable earth time planets in the system. However, we are going deeper into the ancient Varian Territory so the chances of the planets being completely destroyed by orbital bombardment or an insane A.I. have increased. However, it appears that some of the system defenses are still operating, and that the planets were not completely destroyed."

She looked around the Officers Mess again and then continued, "I will begin breifing on what we know and where we should insert an orbital team at fourteen thirty. I should remind you that you must be there, I do not want another incident as happened last time..."

She nodded to the exploration team and left. If Zork tries one more time to get me in the sack, I think I'll just cut off his balls...

The tiger eyed Bing one last time and then followed his owner.

Tag since it has the word "Turtle" in the title, and looks like worth reading

A cookie to the Silver Turtle if he can tell me why I refered to a turtle in this thread...

Zork bowed again as Ann left, keeping an eye on the Klatchian Tiger. Outwardly, he was all bluster but he did have a razor sharp mind. In truth, he was excited about actually going to another planet. The opporunity was too good to pass up, especially since it could add to his repertoire of stories. He casually pulled out his hunting knife and began to inspect the edge as he continued his story.

Bing, meanwhile, wasn’t too keen on the cat eyeing him. In fact, he wasn’t all that happy being in space. But, Zork talked him into it again and once again, he agreed. After all, who else would pull that jerk out of the fire?

-We should do a weapon and ammo check.
-We have time. Don’t worry abou the cat, Bing. I’ll skin it if it gets too close. It will make a pretty rug.

The Dyelli Beybians were interested in space. But they weren't overly convinced that they'd find anything, which was why Jack Quilliam had been sent on the mission.

Jack Quilliam was a highly paid and senior member of the Diplomatic Corp. Unfortunately, he was also the worst Diplomat in the entire world. He was an alcoholic, and prone to random acts of shocking violence. Unfortunately for the Government, he was also a war hero.

He hadn't been present while the other members of the party were meeting. In fact he had been asleep, but some minutes later his alarm clock had cut through the thick foggy veil of alcohol induced slumber, to leave Mr Quilliam well and truly awake, and nursing a rather bad hangover.

His poor mood was further enhanced when he failed to find the 'hot' tap in his shower. He put this down to the fact that the Alconian who was running the show didn't like Dyelli Beybians and had disconnected his hot water.

Through the blur he managed to find a somewhat creased khaki green shirt he hadn't worn before and some rumpled being cargo pants. All he needed now were some guns and a few cans of Helmut Cola and he'd be ready to take on another alien planet. Jack Quilliam liked guns a little bit more than was entirely healthy.

It was only after putting on a pair of military boots and leaving his room in search of someone who could tell him what was going on, that Jack realised he'd forgotten to shave...