NationStates Jolt Archive

This RP is now closed. Mirfak and Ravea only.
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The cargo vessel emerged four minutes ago into the Sol System from planespace on autopilot, and now continues on its course with no apparent sign of what is supposed to be a fifteen-person crew. Several system traffic control stations from various nations have failed to raise anyone aboard and scans for lifesigns are all inconclusive. The ship, Hinek, an unshielded, weaponless freighter registered to VikanOts, an arms manufacturing corporation based in the Republic of Mirfak (Mirfak System, Mirfak III), drifts in the general direction of Earth. It is not completely silent however, and transmits an automated-sounding message on an open channel.
"Tel tasin colsak Hinekal sashal obkas. Inkkeal ulili nilarkal to enli sashu. Quelakios eliv zinel pelal teparkal colsaki."
The message repeats itself over and over, harassing nearby ships for their attention.

(OOC you mind if i join im looking for a good rp now a days )

#Note the "open." Jump right in.#

Mean wile on the UFS Excalibur ,

Admiral Maxwell Forrest sat in his command chair sighing looking over reports , he looked over to ops who was slowly taping on his flashing console . Forrest said “ Ops scan the area for any unusual anomalies o and what not .”

The operations officer said “yes sir “ he tapped a few buttons rather briskly and quickly starting to scan .

The operations officer looked at his results there was a husk of a ship it appeared in the area , he looked over to Forrest and said “sir I’m detecting a ship in the area it seems to be powered down its not moving ,looks like its adrift “
Forrest looked at the ops officer drinking from his large metallic thermos with a star fleet symbol on it as officers worked in the back round briskly running back and forth, he said “ hmm helm set a course to intercept ..”, the helms men nodded to Forrest and taped buttons quickly his console emitting a beep sound . The Excalibur was revved up its nacelles emitting a bluish glow the ship rumbled as it whooshed in to warp particles fallowing behind it in to sub space … a few moments later the large ship emerged from warp its Sauer section looming over the un known ship.

The Hinek continues on its course, the automated message still broadcasting in Mirfakan. "Tel tasin colsak Hinekal sashal obkas. Inkkeal ulili nilarkal to enli sashu. Quelakios eliv zinel pelal teparkal colsaki."

Admiral Maxwell Forrest looked over to ops and said “what’s up with it ?” ,the operations officer squinted a bit and said its transmitting a message we cant make out the language or translate it yet .. .
Forrest looked over to ops and said as the background was filled with working officers rushing around. He said “Open the channel lets hear it ..” with that the ops officer taped buttons madly opening the channel the message filtering threw, Ops sighed a bit “Well .. I cant make any thing of it … “Forrest looked at him and said “is there any thing prohibiting us from beaming over?” Ops said “no t that I can tell sir “

Forrest sighed and said “all right then, we’ll meet in 0500 hours and beam over” the other officers nodded.

The Mirfakan vessel continues onward, still transmitting its message.

Admiral Maxwell Forrest sighed a bit and shuffled with his away team towards the turbo lift he called out” deck 8 transporters room” with that the large turbo lift whooshed down maniacal sounds filling the lift , he looked around as the lift came to a stop the droops whooshing open. He nodded to his team as they went over to the armoury first shuffling along the carpet .


Forrest wandered in to the armoury and picked up several things ,included were Armour (looks like SW Clone warrior armour ) , a phaser rifle (type IIIa ), a type II phaser and a ,MACO Plasma pulse rifle . with that the others picked up the same but an engineer picked up a heavy engineering kit .

After that they all shuffled to the transporters room Forrest nodded to the petty officer and taped on to the pad looking a bit tense the transporters room semi lively with activity , people taping consoles every place.

With that the entire team was shimmered over to the ship .. blue particles shimmered out as they were disassembled , they shimmered on to the ships large blue light assembling the particles right on the ship.

The Excalibur's away team materializes in a narrow, silent, poorly-lit corridor stretching from the front of the vessel all the way to the back. The walls are blank and unadorned. Doors run along each side, and larger portals provide access to rooms at both ends of the passage. The ship's computer responds to the entry by cutting off its external transmission and addressing the boarders from speakers at both ends of the hall. The volume is quite loud, and the young, emotionless male voice of the computer carries well through the otherwise-deserted hall accompanied by an alarm noise. "Okinal jenel. Okinal jenel. Quelel bekelios cili."

OOC: Mind if I join in, this one sounds interesting

OOC: No. Too many people now.

The away team looked around , Forrest said “Engineering what did we do , it seemed we tripped an alarm!”, the CENG looked back at forest saying “if I can get to the engineering section or computer core I can shut this off, ill try to use the UT to translate the words.



With that the CENG bolted form corridor to corridor trying to find the engineering section Forrest and his team started clanking up the corridor ..

Forrest was a bit uneasy about being on the ship so was most of the away team his team about 3 people continued to walk up.

They entered a room and started to scan around it with there tricorders, the rest of the team started to look for any computer terminals , to gather any useful information about the ship .

OOC: How about me? I've been sorely lacking in RPs and this one looks promising.

It doesn't take long to figure out the configuration of the ship. Most of the smaller doors lead to crew quarters or minor machine rooms, and the two rearmost doors each lead to an access hatch to the cargo holds below. The large door at the rear of the corridor provides access to the ship's engine room and computer core, and the large door at the front leads onto the small, three-person bridge. All seems to be normal and in its place; the crew are simply missing. There are many technical readouts and logs in both command centers, but they are indecipherable. Several dataports are present on the computer core, and could perhaps be used to "teach" the away team's universal translators to decipher the foreign language, but they could just as well cause some unmitigated catastrophy. The computer meanwhile continues insistently, "Okinal jenel. Quelel bekelios cili."

Xessmithia: OOC: Okay. You're the last one though. I don't want things getting too crowded.

It doesn't take long to figure out the configuration of the ship. Most of the smaller doors lead to crew quarters or minor machine rooms, and the two rearmost doors each lead to an access hatch to the cargo holds below. The large door at the rear of the corridor provides access to the ship's engine room and computer core, and the large door at the front leads onto the small, three-person bridge. All seems to be normal and in its place; the crew are simply missing. There are many technical readouts and logs in both command centers, but they are indecipherable. Several dataports are present on the computer core, and could perhaps be used to "teach" the away team's universal translators to decipher the foreign language, but they could just as well cause some unmitigated catastrophy. The computer meanwhile continues insistently, "Okinal jenel. Quelel bekelios cili."


The CNEG walks towards the engine room he looked around and clanked towards the computer core , he taped the UT the adapted it to fit the data ports, he sighed wile downloading things from it trying to tach the UT to read it .

Mean wile forest and his team looked around they started taping the consoles tyring to find the logs , a few crew members looked over there pads , forest said “were the hell are all the crew it seems , they just vanished” one of the officers was he was clanking over looking around the eerily quiet bridge said “well it seems there isn’t any evidence of attack … or so forth “..

OCC:I'l give it a try to.

IC:Rob Pulson woke suddenly as a message blared over the loudspeakers of his ship, Eve. It was either Garbled or in some dialect that he did not know, because he could not understand a word of it. Rob jumped up and hopped into the pilots seat of his ship and looked for the source of the message. There! A small frigate.

"Eve, scan for life." The ship's incredibly advanced AI responded in less then a second.

"No life signs found."

Rob frowned. No one aboard? How odd. He manuvered Eve a little closer to the frigate, still keeping his distance. A large Fedral Union ship was also in the area. Eve herself was armed to the max-A large laser cannon and electric ram on her front, dual rail guns on her side, and a half-dozen mine tubes. Her AI was almost seemed human, and the ship could hold her own against much larger ships with no pilot, thanks to an extra pair of hidden repulsor engines in her back.

Rob was a gunrunner-Half Bounty Hunter, Half Smuggler. Usally he worked on the side of the law but he had had his share of running from the law as well. At the moment he was torn between simply leaving or boarding the ship to see if he could loot any goods off of it. No doubt the Federal Union already had a team aboard, and running into them was not something that he wanted to risk. But then, the lure of untold treasures dragged him back in. He sighed and made up his mind.

"Eve, Beam me to that ship. I'm going to go see what we can get off it." Rob pressed a red button on the ship's control panel; a panel slid back, revealing his weapons. He was old fashioned-He carried a Patriot SubMachine Gun, sometimes reffered to as a double Tommy Gun, with two clips on either side of the barrel instead of one beneath. It was a weapon dating back to the 1960's. Ancient by todays standards, Rob had made a few ajustments to it.

The bullets were Anti-Armor and filled with a small amount of plasma-enough to get through most modern day body armor with enough shots. His other weapon was a more powerful 454. Casull revolver that was loaded with heavy explosive bullets that was more than enough to get through any armor. He also carried a combat machete, although he rarely had a chance to use it. Rob's armor was non existent-he wore a leather jacket and slacks. He relied on speed rather than armor.

He stood on his transporter and closed his eyes.

"Ok, Eve, Beam me!"

Rob shimmered for a moment before disappearing, his atoms wisked away to the Hinek.

(Heres a Picture of Eve. http://www.newtek.com/products/lightwave/profiles/S4Studios/images/Ship3.jpg)

TFU: A few minutes pass in monotony, then, all at once, the Universal Translator finally locks onto the language patterns. It translates over the still repeating message.
"Okinal jenel. Quelel bekelios cili."
"Intruder alert. Please identify yourselves."

Ravea:
OOC: I'll cut you some slack and let you in since that was such a long post. You're the last one though. Note that TFU's crew is still aboard.
IC: Rob appears in the same central corridor where the Excalibur's crew had, and is confronted by the same alarm and repeating message they have been hearing.

OCC: Oh, Fudge. I didn't see the "No more People post."

TFU: A few minutes pass in monotony, then, all at once, the Universal Translator finally locks onto the language patterns. It translates over the still repeating message.
"Okinal jenel. Quelel bekelios cili."
"Intruder alert. Please identify yourselves."
CENG >+T+ Forest “I translated the language it is an alarm ..!” forest sighed in relief as he was looking over some logs from the ship in his padd , pacing around clanking on the metal ground “ that’s a relief I thought it was a self destruct message can you shut it off?”.

the crew looked at him oddly but went on wit there work ,

the CENG said over the com as he was trying to figure out how to shut the alarm off ,“I’m trying to find the console that controls basic ship functions if its not here it should be on the bridge,” forest nodded as he walked over to the front of the bridge “we’ll keep looking up here”.

One of the officer scanned around with his tricorder and said briskly and suddenly “sir were detecting another life form on the ship ,it just appeared in the same area we were “.

Forest looked over and said you and gradinco go find out who the hell is over there .. ill stay here with Hamilton, Yes sir “the 2 officer said snapping to attention “. With that the officer rushed down to the area carrying there nice sleek phaser rifles the wandered around clanking along quietly , they saw the strange being they Didn’t make a move not just yet .

Now that they can decipher the consoles with their tricorders, it doesn't take long for them to find and deactivate the alarm. The computer is insistent however, and reiterates its earlier request. "Quelel bekelios cili."
The UT promptly translates, "Please identify yourselves."

Now that they can decipher the consoles with their tricorders, it doesn't take long for them to find and deactivate the alarm. The computer is insistent however, and reiterates its earlier request. "Quelel bekelios cili."
The UT promptly translates, "Please identify yourselves."
Forest sighed and finally gave in , not sure if the computer would hear him . I am Admiral Maxwell Forest of the UFS Excalibur and the federal union, we come in peace . we are wondering what happened to the crew on board this ship .”

Forest sighed as he looked at his officers who was trying to down load star charts and what not , on the seemingly lifeless bridge

Xessmithia: OOC: Okay. You're the last one though. I don't want things getting too crowded.

OOC: Thanks for letting me in.

IC: "Tell me again why we're going to Sol." An annoyed and tired voice asked, it's owner hidden behind a console.

"Because one of OISI's listening posts picked something interesting up." The second voice was frustrated, and belonged to man wearing lieutenant stripes on his black naval uniform. The name Edwards, was emblazoned on his left breast. "And they, being the near omnipresent wannabe omniscient spooks they are got command to send us out here."

"Oh right. Doesn't make sense though, we haven't had any major interests in Sol for hundreds of years." The other voice said. The owner stepped from behind the console, a young woman, a mere ensign, she was Helen Juxton, the daughter of former Prime Minister Harold Juxton.

"And yet here we are. Got anything on the scopes?" Edwards asked as he finished his calculations for a least fuel trajectory towards the OISI listening buoy.

"Nothing besides youre normal... wait there's a rather large concentration of ships at seventy-five degrees relative and 45 degrees ascension. One of them's broadcasting continuosly."

"That's probably what they OISI buoy picked up. Go get our marine passengers rallied up. I'll ask for some info." Juxton nodded and headed back to the marine section of the small corvette. Edwards activated his mike and keyed for a broadband signal, "This is the XNV Iquanadon and we're late for the pary. Any one care to fill us in?"

Rob Materialized in a long dark corridor and quickly looked around, trying to distingush if there was anyone there. He pulled out his Patriot and wondered which way the Bridge was. He decided to take a chance and turned left, checking doors as he went. Another message was being shouted out of the ship's intercom; Rob still couldn't understand it.

Rob was unsure if anyone else was on the ship, But he was quite sure that The Federal Union had men either on board or coming on board very soon. He checked his guns and moved farther down the hall. He turned another corner and heard the soft Clink of metal. He was in an four-way intersection. Rob whirled each way, aiming the Patriot down the numerous passageways.

"Is there anyone there?" He asked the darkness Quietly. No answer. Either there was no one there, or whoever was there didn't want to Answer. Rob wondered if there were TFU troopers about. His eyes narrowed and he turned right, continuing to look for the bridge.

Gradinco wandered out of the shadows calling to the strange “This L.t john Gradinco of the Excalibur , who are you ,and what do you want?” the officers bolt out clanking raising there numerous phaser rifles .

Rob cursed under his breath and dove behind another intersection. So the TFU troopers were already here. He didn't want to get in a skermish right now. He raised his gun and backed up slowly.

"The name's Rob Pulson, Professional Bounty Hunter." He hoped the troopers were not farmilar with his name. "It sounded like this ship was sending some type of distress call, although I still can't understand it. I came to check out what was going on."

He paused and frowned.

"What are you blokes doing here, anyways?"

Rob stopped behind a corner and and turned the Patriots saftey off. He was prepared to fight, but very nervous.

Rob cursed under his breath and dove behind another intersection. So the TFU troopers were already here. He didn't want to get in a skermish right now. He raised his gun and backed up slowly.

"The name's Rob Pulson, Professional Bounty Hunter." He hoped the troopers were not farmilar with his name. "It sounded like this ship was sending some type of distress call, although I still can't understand it. I came to check out what was going on."

He paused and frowned.

"What are you blokes doing here, anyways?"

Rob stopped behind a corner and and turned the Patriots saftey off. He was prepared to fight, but very nervous.


Gradinco sighed “well all in the same , it nice to meet you don’t worry we wont hurt you were just wondering were you came from “, the officers lowered there weapons and walked slowly towards the man clanking a bit graddnico chuckling . “ it seems things have gotten more interesting ..”

Rob took a deep breath and turned the corner, Patriot raised. The TFU soldiers were telling the truth; The armored troopers had thier weapons lowered. Rob sighed in relif. One less thing to worry about, at least.

"Thanks for not shooting me." Rob slung the Patriot over his back and gestured at the Troopers. "So, What now? Could you show me the way to the bridge?"

Forest sighs and finally gives in, not sure if the computer will hear or understand him. "I am Admiral Maxwell Forest of the U.F.S. Excalibur and the Federal Union. We come in peace. We are wondering what happened to the crew on board this ship"The UT translates his statement into Mirfakan. "Watashi est Losa Maxwell Forest: U.F.S. Excalibural, Putalosal Kuscosal. Zek vaios suumeidal. Zek est abinsios quel celin to sashu sashal tel colsak."
The computer replies, "Nil arest. Tel obkas zolisios to ilal inkkeal ulilios keldra decna-luna minuti. Ulilal ower kasnaThina-mataHina teldey verios nil lenyu."
The UT gives its translation. "Unknown. This computer is set to perform an internal scan every fifteen minutes. The scan at twelve hundred hours today showed no lifesigns."

(Ravea:)
Gradinco smiled and “aid right this way “ he started walking towards the bridge his officers fallowing loosely behind . Evry one was a bit uneasy about the ship,

(Mirfak)
Mean wile on the bridge forest talked to the computer again calmly saying ,”Were is this ship from .. we have not been able to find any computer logs on its origin or star maps .. we would like to know more about you “. Mean wile the crew continued on searching on the bridge the CENG was searching the entire computer core in engineering for any information, Taking pads and tools out from his heavy kit .

"All right there's been no response. I'm going to dock." Edwards said, he engaged the thrusters and brought the Iquanadon closer to the drifting ship. He found a docking port and brought the corvette close. Electromagnetic grapplers launched and grabbed the hull of the ship, a soft tube extended to grapple the docking port. A green light winked on when the connection was confirmed.

"All right, we're linked. Juxton, take the marines and see what's going on in there. Be careful."

"Roger sir." Juxton replied from the air lock. She turned to face the marines, two in standard vacuum body armour and one in a Hercules powerd armour suit. The spooks must really be suspicious to send him along, she thought. "You heard the Lieutenant, lets go inside."

The marines took point floating down the access tube to the ships hull. The took out charges to burn through the access door, but it opened for them when the got close. The marine in the powered armor, Sergeant Steve Stacker with his special Marine issue BR-767 SAW carbine went in first, followed quickly by the other marines, Private First Class Lance Cooper and Corporal Vanessa Sanchez with BR-747 carbines. Juxton entered the ship last being the most vulnerable in only her uniform sealed against vacuum and armed with a BG-727 Sub-machine gun.

"There's no immediate activity sir. Just a computer voice over the ships intercom. I've set the Iquanadon's computer to try to translate it." Stacker said through the radio. "My suits sensors say the atmosphere is breathable, but it can't detect unknown toxins. I suggest we remain in our suits."

"I agree Sergeant. Let's move out, see what we can find." Juxton said. The small party head off down the corridor, towards the bow of the ship.

Meanwhile, on the bridge, Forest continues talking to the computer, calmly saying, "Where is this ship from? We have not been able to find any computer logs on its origin or star maps. We would like to know more about you." The crew continues on searching the bridge and computer core for more information.His statement is translated, "Dondios est tel colsak zinel? Zek tekken nil presios arkal to enli pelal obkas vashial casi ut lios logi. Zek xolka to arestios plutal regard cil."
The computer continues their bilingual dialogue. "Tel colsak fanbrelal VikanOts: yunek fabril otsen casios inkkeal Lioscin Mirfak. Ukal kufazet ial est to ninel ukal tasinal vok mitz lenyoi to kasnaDecna-elna Sazoil Yazu inkkeal Lioscin Sol."
The UT translates again. "This vessel is the property of VictoryCorp; a weapons manufacturing business based in the Mirfak System. Its current mission is to deliver its cargo of pulse laser rifles to Supply Station Seventeen in the Sol System."

The marines took point floating down the access tube to the ships hull. The took out charges to burn through the access door, but it opened for them when the got close. The marine in the powered armor, Sergeant Steve Stacker with his special Marine issue BR-767 SAW carbine went in first, followed quickly by the other marines, Private First Class Lance Cooper and Corporal Vanessa Sanchez with BR-747 carbines. Juxton entered the ship last being the most vulnerable in only her uniform sealed against vacuum and armed with a BG-727 Sub-machine gun.

"There's no immediate activity sir. Just a computer voice over the ships intercom. I've set the Iquanadon's computer to try to translate it." Stacker said through the radio. "My suits sensors say the atmosphere is breathable, but it can't detect unknown toxins. I suggest we remain in our suits."

"I agree Sergeant. Let's move out, see what we can find." Juxton said. The small party head off down the corridor, towards the bow of the ship.The ship's computer gives the Xessmithian marines the same welcoming inquiry it gave to the other two boarding parties. "Quelel bekelios cili."

"Quelel bekelios cili." Came over the intercom.

"Any idea on what it means?" Juxton asked, as the party made it's way towards, something.

"Not a clue sir. The computer is still working on it. We don't have much tough so it won't be making much progress. We need to get more speech examples before we can get a rough translation from Iquanadon." Stacker said.

"I hope it's not a timed warning." Cooper said worried, "You know something like 'Welcome aboard, prepare to die'."

"Suck it up private. This is a cakewalk compared to basic." Sanchez put in.

"Cut the chatter, we're coming up on something." Stacker said, signaling everyone to slow down. He looked around the corner and saw several people. He raised his weapon to a defensive posture and stepped around the bend. "I'm Sergeant Steve Stacker with the Xessmithian Marine Corps, who are you?"

Rob looked up as he heard another distant clink of metal and another alarm go off.

"Those your guys?"

The two officers shook thier heads and said that the others they were with were in the bridge. Rob looked up and down the corridor they were in. More clinking sounds; They were much closer this time. He peered through the darkness of the hallways and could just barely make out a large armored figure stomping forwards. The armor was a much different style, so it definetly wasn't TFU troopers. Still, they were aiming thier weapons. Rob reached his hand inside his jacket for the Patriot.

"My name is Rob Pulson. These two here are from The Federal Union. Please, lower your weapons; We mean you no harm."

One of the people identified himself as Rob Pulson and claimed the others were from The Federal Union. Stacker relayed the info to the other marines and Ensign Juxton. "Orders sir?"

"Do as he says and lower your weapons. Just be careful." Juxton radioed back.

"Yes sir." Stacker lowered his weapon and moved forward with the rest of the party. "Now that we're all friendly and all, why not fill us in?"

"I'm just about as clueless as you are," Rob told the Marines as his finger slacked off the Patriot. "I was following These two to the bridge when you three joined us." He srugged and gestured towards the TFU troopers. "There are more men up ahead; I suggest you follow us to the bridge to get some more information on what's going on here."

He turned and went down the corridor in the direction of the bridge.

The rather-unadvanced Hinek AI has been running continuous scans since its crew disappeared, and is now completely confused as to what is happening, not least of which because it cannot understand anything being said except what is addressed directly to it by the Excalibur crewmembers. It records the activity aboard for later review by someone else.

The UT translates his statement into Mirfakan. "Watashi est Losa Maxwell Forest: U.F.S. Excalibural, Putalosal Kuscosal. Zek vaios suumeidal. Zek est abinsios quel celin to sashu sashal tel colsak."
The computer replies, "Nil arest. Tel obkas zolisios to ilal inkkeal ulilios keldra decna-luna minuti. Ulilal ower kasnaThina-mataHina teldey verios nil lenyu."
The UT gives its translation. "Unknown. This computer is set to perform an internal scan every fifteen minutes. The scan at twelve hundred hours today showed no lifesigns."



Gradinco and his companion had there phaser rifles at the ready they said “ who are you , and were are you from ?”

Mean wile forest signed again saying “Computer , is there any way you can give us the communication line to your peoples home world or any ship ? so we may be bale to contact them” Forest leaned back on a wall ,wile his 2 officers worked around him ,CENG was still scanning ,and working on figuring out how the ship works

"I'm just about as clueless as you are," Rob told the Marines as his finger slacked off the Patriot. "I was following These two to the bridge when you three joined us." He srugged and gestured towards the TFU troopers. "There are more men up ahead; I suggest you follow us to the bridge to get some more information on what's going on here."

He turned and went down the corridor in the direction of the bridge.

Juxton spoke up, she was rather annoyed at not being noticed, although she supposed that was a good thing when dealing with armed possibly hostile individuals, "Umm there are four of us."

"Shall we follow sir?" Asked Sanchez.

"Yes of course. We still need to find out what's going on." Juxton switched frequencies to reach Edwards back on the ship. "Are you getting everything?"

"Yep, all your recorders are working and are feeding into the computer. Keep on going, we haven't even scratched the surface of what's going here." He replied.

"Yes sir." She said, then cut the com and muttered, "Thank you captain obvious." She then realised she was behind the marines and she hurried to catch up.

"Ah, yes, of course. Sorry, Didn't see ya there." Rob rubbed his head sheepishly as he laid eyes on a fourth person behind the marines. Hoo boy, this is akward, Rob thought.

"Well, let's continue then." A minute later, they had reached the bridge. Rob opened the door and strode in, grabbing the attention of some more TFU troopers.

"Its ok, We're all friends here." He turned to adress who he guessed might be the TFU commander. "The name's Rob Pulson. Who're you? Do you have any information about what's going on here?"

Forest signs on again, saying, "Computer, is there any way you can give us a communication line to your people's home world or any other Mirfakan ship? We may be able to gain more information if we can contact them."His statement becomes, "Obkas, est cil arkal to ninel zek discuni to cilal lanyuial casi nahen ut orta colsak Mirfakal? Zek posib presios arkal to posil pluto adsil mis zek arkios discunios uki."
The computer gives its response. "Nil. Rah est nil orta colsaki Mirfakan inkkeal tel lioscin, Hinek nil est arkal to discuni tial fwas."
It is translated to Galactic Standard as follows. "Negative. There are no other Mirfakan starships in this system, and the Hinek is not equipped for communications across planespace."

Forest looked over to the new comer and smiled saying “its nice to meet you , I guess you saw this ship your self eh ?”, mean wile the other officers sat around and leaned on walls. Forest quickly turned his attention to talking to the computer saying “if there’s a star map To your home system we wish to see it , it might help us answer a lot of questions . the admiral looked over to pulson , I’m admiral Maxwell forest of the UFS Excalibur I’m sure you’ve seen it he smiled .

OOC: Last post of the night for me.

IC: Helen Juxton was the last of the party to enter the bridge. There were officers spread around the room, they weren't doing much that she could see. One of them was busy talking to a console, Must have an interactive AI, she thought.

The marines took up stations near the entrance, they had a clear line of sight on everybody. Juxton walked over to Pulson, Better to stick with known values she thought, with her SMG slung under her arm. "Got a better idea of what's going on here yet?"

Forest continues speaking to the computer. "If there's a star map to your home system we wish to see it. It might help us answer a lot of questions.""Mis rah est lios log to cilal casi lioscin zek xolka to olinios uk. Uk posib elivios zek resios plutal aski."
The computer responds succinctly, "Lios logi est enlal rodail termal," which becomes "Star charts are accessible at the navigation terminal."

Forest walked over to the navigation terminal , and started typing in commands , using a ticorder to translate the controls.

He said to the computer “when was your last scan of the original crew of this ship ..”,
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Mean wile 2 officers looked over to the new person that entered the room it was becoming quite crowded , one of them said “well ,hello there its nice to meet you “.

The CENG mean wile was clanking along back towards the computer core after finishing his scan , Then started working on accessing all the information he could about weapons and what not .

One of the officers walked out side engineering and started walking towards another room clanking along the eerily quiet floor.

Juxton held out her hand, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Ensign Juxton, Xessmithian Navy. Who might you be?" She asked.

Meanwhile Stacker was surveying the room, besides their escort, Rob Pulson, there were several other armed people in the room. He kept an eye on them, they hadn't done anything to suggest they were hostile. But something just didn't feel right about this ship, Crews don't just disappear something makes them disappear, he thought. "Cooper, Sanchez, I've got the bridge covered, you two watch our six."

"Roger sir." The two marines replied in unison and took up defensive positions in the corridor.

Forest says to the computer, "When was your last scan of the original crew of this ship?"His query is translated into "Dontep ist cilal terminal ulilal kasnal sashual tel colsak?"
The computer takes a moment to respond. "Terminal uliliosal kasna sashu ist il kasnaDecna-gona yeri, julna manthi, mataDecna-elna deyi, vena oweri, gonaDecna-kasna sekendi ortulim."
"The last scan of the original crew was performed fourteen years, eight months, twenty-seven days, three hours and forty-one seconds ago."

The officer looked over to the lady and said “I’m Charles grandinco ..”

Forest said to him self ~Hmm interesting~ then said “Computer can you display the last log entry form the crew ?” forest looked over at the conversing to and smiled looking back to the console hoping to get a vague idea of what happened “

Hmm.... Interesting, Forest thinks to himself. "Computer, can you display the last log entry made by your crew?""Obkas, arkios cil verios terminal vash part fabriliosal cilal sashu?"
The computer replies simply, "Yil," or "Affirmative."

The log, a text entry, comes up on the console Forest is using. It is dated the previous day and reads as follows when translated on his tricorder.
"Log of the V.O.S. Hinek, November 3, 2808, 1600 hours. Captain Toldor Senii reporting.
The Hinek has left the Mirfak System and is now cruising through planespace on autopilot. Our E.T.A. to the Sol System is just over one day. Our cargo this time is laser rifles; about 400 of them total. All systems are normal and the crew is looking forward to our arrival. We've been told that our company's clients will be paying cash, so that should allow us to have some fun before we head back with the company's share. Next log entry to be made at 1600 tomorrow, as required by protocol."

Forest hmmed a bit and then said “Computer do you have recording devices?, that record constantly what’s going on . If so can you play back what Occurred, between the time of the log entry and the time of there Disappearance?“ Forest was getting more nervous and speculative every second . he sighed and said to him self ~What ever happened here they sure didn’t leave any evidence~, the CENG mean wile was searching nooks and crannies of the ship trying to figure out traces of what the crew left behind if any .

Forest says, "Computer, do you have any recording devices that monitor the ship and crew? If so, can you play back what occured between the time of the log entry and the time of the crew's disappearance?""Obkas, be cil tekken pelal vashios meki to oliniosal colsak, sashu? Mis yil, arkios cil owarios quel celin post part vashal, pri alartulimiosal sashu?"
The computer replies, "Mekali vashios est sashal. Por, zernal ist intirios selal tep."
"Recording devices are installed aboard, but none were operating at that time."

"Obkas, be cil tekken pelal vashios meki to oliniosal colsak, sashu? Mis yil, arkios cil owarios quel celin post part vashal, pri alartulimiosal sashu?"
The computer replies, "Mekali vashios est sashal. Por, zernal ist intirios selal tep."
"Recording devices are installed aboard, but none were operating at that time."



Forest sighed and said “Well, computer can you tell what happened to the recording devices ? “ he sighed a bit again ,clanking along the floor .

Juxton shook Grandico's hand, "Well Mr.Grandico, care to fill me in on what you know so far?"

Forest sighs and says "Well, can you tell what happened to the recording devices?""Cilal arkios owarios quelal celin to mekali vashios?"
"Mekali vashios ist lananal ueliosal to sashual yenek manowas Toldor Senii, kasnaal kufazet."
"Recording devices were manually deactivated for the crew's privacy by captain Toldor Senii at the beginning of the mission."

ooc> I was wondering if it would be possible to join in this - i know its started and you said no more but the hive has reawakend and it would be an ideal time to renew communications with its ally's - in this case TFU.

"Cilal arkios owarios quelal celin to mekali vashios?"
"Mekali vashios ist lananal ueliosal to sashual yenek manowas Toldor Senii, kasnaal kufazet."
"Recording devices were manually deactivated for the crew's privacy by captain Toldor Senii at the beginning of the mission."





Gradinco looked over smiling and winking slightly at Juxton , he said in a deep but brisk manner “Well so far we only know were it came from and what its mission was ,we’ve scanned it and know how it works the problem is now we don’t know what happened to the crew.”

Forest mean wile was racking his brains out trying to figure out why he started ,pacing a bit . then said “Computer were your sensors active during this time ? if so can you please display sensor logs between the time that you scanned the crew last time and now .”

Hive Fleet Imodius: Sorry, but no. Too many times in that past have I had RPs ruined by post floods that were impossible to keep up with.

Forest says "Computer, were your external sensors active during this time? If so, can you please display sensor logs between the time that you scanned the crew last time and now?""Obkas, ist cilal ulilial olin aktal tepal tel? Mis yil, quelel verios vashial ulil dival tepal terminal ulilal sashu, io?"
"Yil," replies the computer, and the scan log is displayed on the console. It shows a perfectly normal trip through planespace, with no space-time bubble fusions or separations. At one point in the flight another space-time bubble of starship size passed a few hundred kilometers from the Hinek, but neither one made contact with the other.

Rob rubbed his temples in frustration. He walked towards the Federal Union commander and tapped him on his shoulder.

"Look, I have no idea what's going on here. What is the computer saying?"

The officers tells him of his conversation with the computer, including the bit about the cargo and the deactivated Recording devices. The cargo part made Rob very happy indeed. He decided to go check on the shipment; Hopefully he could snag something of value while he was there.

"I'm going to go check out that cargo." Rob adressed the entire group as he walked out of the bridge and back into the farmiliar dark hallway.

"Feel free to come with me if anybody wants to." He smiled and waved, then went searching for the cargo bay. It took a few minutes, but he eventually found it. Rob pushed the Open button, and the door hissed upwards. He stepped inside...

The lift decends into the dimly-lit, utilitarian starboard cargo bay, where Rob finds the ship's cargo untouched, still awaiting delivery to its destination. The pulse laser rifles, about 200 of them in this room, are of mediocre quality, and like most Mirfakan technology fairly basic. That said though, a laser rifle is a laser rifle, and though these are not the most powerful, accurate, or light of their kind, they're perfectly capable of killing and destroying with the best of them.

Rob picks up one of the laser rifles and spins it around with his hand. He inspects it carefully, then aims it. He may only be a bounty hunter and a smuggler, but he knew a good weapon from a subpar one, and these were not good weapons.

"These guns," Rob said to himself as he threw the rifle back on it's rack, "Are complete and udder crap, at least compared to what I have. Who would want weapons like this, especially when you could get guns twice as good at this for a helluva lot cheaper...."

He shook his head and walked out of the cargo bay and back into the bridge.

"Well, the laser rifles are all there," Rob said to the rest of the group. "I can't imagine why anyone would want them, but We should probably try to find out."

He frowned.

"Well, I don't know how to pilot this thing at all, but we should probably head to that Supply Station Seventeen. Forest, could you pull up a star map, please?"

As if on cue, the Hinek's AI chimes in. "Jinel. Colsak est zaoal kufazet seulit. Idosios corelal seulit?"
Forest's UT translates aloud. "Warning. The ship is off its assigned flightpath. Initiate course correction?"

Forest looked back to rob and said “well, ill try to ...” he looked briskly back a moment as he heard the computer say some thing, “Computer can you display your course path , to your destination?.” He uhmed a bit and said “if so you may correct your self.”

Mean wile the CENG was still in engineering, starting to go over logs that forest pulled up , hmm he wondered thinking ~ it seems this thing wasn’t the only one on its path~ , “computer” he said in a some what nerdy voice , “can you display the visual logs, for that time ?, and also can you determine what that second ship was? “

OOC: Sorry about my irregular posting. I've been busy with the Black Crusade and getting ready for the holidays.

IC: Juxton smiled weakly at Grandico, she was in no mood to have the guy trying to flirt with her. Moments passed and Rob left for the cargo bay. The marines stayed where they were.

An alarm sounded, something about a course correction apparently. "Hey," She racked her memory, "Forest isn't it? My ship is still attached to this one. We could nudge the ship back on course with it."

The Hinek doesn't get the chance to answer any more questions. Following Forest's directions, it accellerates back on course. The sudden movement relative to the Xessmithian ship rips off the other vessel's docking arm and sends both ships reeling. The Hinek itself, with no more damage than a few stressed hull plates around the docking hatch, shuts off all control systems. Airlocks slam shut on the main hatch where the Xessmithian vessel had been docked and all along the main hallway, seperating the crews with walls of thick titanium. The AI reports, "Jinel. Jinel. Jasilal olinal karenal roal prim. Placin vena vivro cusen."
The Fedral Union UTs hastily translate. "Warning. Warning. Outer hull breach at the main hatch. Area three airlocks sealed."

Rob yelped as he fell backwards, narrowly missing a control panel as he hit the ground. Crappy laser rifles, terrible AI, was everything on this ship subpar? He was still a bit confused as to what was going on, seeing as he didn't have a Universal Transalator. I knew I should have bought one instead of Half-Life Fifty-Six,Rob thought. Damn you, video games! Someone needed to try to get the controls online again.

"Hey, Forest!" He motioned towards the TFU officer with his hand as he stumbled to his feet again. "If it isn't too much to ask, do you have a spare UT on ye? I could really use it right now!"

Rob yelped as he fell backwards, narrowly missing a control panel as he hit the ground. Crappy laser rifles, terrible AI, was everything on this ship subpar? He was still a bit confused as to what was going on, seeing as he didn't have a Universal Transalator. I knew I should have bought one instead of Half-Life Fifty-Six,Rob thought. Damn you, video games! Someone needed to try to get the controls online again.

"Hey, Forest!" He motioned towards the TFU officer with his hand as he stumbled to his feet again. "If it isn't too much to ask, do you have a spare UT on ye? I could really use it right now!"


Forest and every one looked around as the ship clanked shut , he stood still for a moment . and then looked to every one else . He looked over to Juxton , and smiled slightly chuckling a bit “I’m terribly sorry for your ship .. my star ship can lock a tractor beam on it and , help you fix it up If it has any damage “ , forest quickly looked to rob digging in his pockets as he was asked for the UT . he slipped a medium sized handheld device out sleek and smooth corme color and said slightly “here ya go ..” he handed it over .

Gradinco looked around nervously holding his phaser rifle in his hand just incase any thing happened, he said in a nervous but deep voice “well that was , not a good noise.. ,”

The AI, now focusing what brains it has on the ship's internal atmosphere, reports the vessel's condition, placing a ship diagram onscreen showing the various sections' air pressure. All sections are at one atmosphere except for the main hatch airlock room, which is losing pressure at a leisurely rate of about 0.2 atmospheres a minute. Surmising that the immediate danger to itself and its occupants has passed, Hinek offers the crews options. "Watashi womkios sel primal seul arkios do hunal nilCusenios mis roal nerisal nil est relios. Helen watashi relios primal seul?"
"I believe that the main corridor can be unsealed safely as long as the damaged hatch is not accessed. Shall I open the main corridor?"

The AI, now focusing what brains it has on the ship's internal atmosphere, reports the vessel's condition, placing a ship diagram onscreen showing the various sections' air pressure. All sections are at one atmosphere except for the main hatch airlock room, which is losing pressure at a leisurely rate of about 0.2 atmospheres a minute. Surmising that the immediate danger to itself and its occupants has passed, Hinek offers the crews options. "Watashi womkios sel primal seul arkios do hunal nilCusenios mis roal nerisal nil est relios. Helen watashi relios primal seul?"
"I believe that the main corridor can be unsealed safely as long as the damaged hatch is not accessed. Shall I open the main corridor?"


Forest quickly said “yes do so .. ,its time to figure out what the hell happened here once and for all “ mean wile Every one of his officers was looking around the room wondering what had cused it , the room was very tense.

The airlocks along the main corridor open, but the hatch airlock remains sealed for safety.

Forest nodded to grandinco and his team , he said “all right I want you to secure that corridor make sure every thing is locked down I don’t want any incidents , if some things out there make sure to just stun it not kill it . with that Grandincos team rushed out carrying phaser rifles and hand phasers towards the corridor clanking along.

The corridor is just as it was before, deserted, with no sign of any incursion.

With that Gradinco and his men started exploring previously missed parts of the ship in order to find clues about what happened , forest was on the bridge looking threw more logs still trying to figure things out . other people were stationed around the bridge as security .

They find nothing out of the ordinary. From all reports the incident was simply caused by the movement of the two connected vessels relative to one another. The Hinek continues to drift, though it is now much more on course than it was previously, only a few fractions of a degree off true for Supply Station Seventeen.

Forest Transmitted the results to the Excalibur and the maps … his xo mean wile was still contacting Starfleet for the information .

Star fleet admiral hays nodded as he heard it and said” well send a peace making convoy over to there home world.” He coughed and said “this is a strange uncover”.


Several hours later a small fleet of ships gathered 2 Arkia class cruisers 2 intrepid class light cruisers ,2 Marida class light cruisers ,1 galaxy class exploratory cruiser , and the UFS Sovereign, with captain Robert x bastidas (my main character)

On the Sovereign
Robert sat back on his chair sighing a bit looking towards his helms men saying “tell the fleet were ready set a course to the Mirfakin home world , warp 13” the helms officer looked over and said briskly wile already taping the Coordinates and commands quietly saying “aye captain” with that the ships warped out streaming lights roared by them . a few hours passed as they started warping out in to a strange system .

http://www.memory-alpha.org/en/upload/c/c2/Sovereign_Bridge2.jpg

They go unchecked all the way to the third planet, where the population of Mirfak is centered. Small ships come and go at a liesurely yet purposeful pace, and several armed vessels seem to hover about apprehensively at the foreign ships. No one contacts them, and no other sign of them being payed any significant attention whatsoever is apparent.

bastidas wondered and looked over to ops and said “ open a hailing frequency to the planet “ , the ops officer nodded and taped buttons briskly opening a channel . Robert stood up and spoke , “this is the United federal ship sovereign , we finally decided to come meet you . please respond “

Several minutes pass without reply, then a government office responds. "This is government communications station seven. You're blocking a planetary approach lane, not to mention that you've violated Mirfakan space with an armed fleet, a clear violation of international law. State your business."

Bastidas sat in his chair singling his con officer to open a frequency , his con officer taped buttons briskly a beep singled the channel was open , Robert spoke in a clam but brisk voice “well we come in peace , were fro ma nation called the federal union we found one of your ships drifting , and decided to come meet your people , we apologize for our numbers and incursions one can never be to sure what they would find when meeting new people I hope you under stand.. “

"We understand that you need to take all of your weapons offline and move out of the approach lane immediately. All government vessels are accounted for. If you found a private ship, you'll need to contact the owner."

"We understand that you need to take all of your weapons offline and move out of the approach lane immediately. All government vessels are accounted for. If you found a private ship, you'll need to contact the owner."
Robert sighed and said “move us out to a safe distance . open another channel , wile the ships moved out to a safe distance a channel was open , Robert sat in his chair saying “all right then .we would like to meet a diplomat of yours face to face ,and also that ship was carrying what I heard were arms …”

"You do not have diplomatic clearance. Your request is denied. Again, if it was a private vessel you must contact the owner for information."

Rob hooked the UT up to his ear as he grinned. At least he had some idea what was going on.

"Computer, How far away are we to Supply Station Seventeen? Are we on course?"

He sighed and turned to everyone else.

"Well, we still have no idea were the crew for this thing is, so I say we stop over at the supply station."

He thought for a moment.

"There's just one problem:The hatch room is completly sealed, and we don't have much of a chance to unseal it. We're not going to be able to dock when we get to the station. The only thing we can do that I can think of is to tow Hinek to the station's docking port."

He looked around.

"Well, whose up for the challange?"

Bastidas blinked and said over a comm. Channel “we would like to search your registry , to find out how to contact the people that own the ship and if they want ti back will that be permitted? “

Ravea: After the usual bout of translation, the computer's reply is "The ship is 0.23 degrees off course."

The Fedral Union: The voice, still sounding incredibly annoyed, replies shortly, "It's all in our public database. Find what you need." The transmission is cut, and the communications line closed.

Bastidas motioned over his ops officer and said briskly as the flashing lights beeping consoles of the lively bridge beeped around them , he uhmed and said “ search there data base , for a company known as VictoryCorp , I have a feeling we’ll find answers there , with that the ops officer said “yes sir” and rushed off to one of his consoles , taping fast beeping sounds emanating searching the public data base he looked over to the captain , and said sir we found them , shall I contact them ? The captain sighed a bit and looked over a bit distracted “yes send a message to them we found one of there transports” . Yes sir the ops officer said sending the message , the captain and every one went back to there duties waiting for a reply


On the abandoned Ship
Forest looked over to the other man in the room and said “what do you mean?” every one scratched there heads slightly

A few hours later the company finally recieves the message and a representative sends a return message.

"VikanOts appreciates your diligence and will dispatch a ship to retrieve the Hinek. Thank you for your concern with our company and have a nice day."

A few hours later the company finally recieves the message and a representative sends a return message.

"VikanOts appreciates your diligence and will dispatch a ship to retrieve the Hinek. Thank you for your concern with our company and have a nice day."


Bastidas blinked and said “well they are friendly send a message to there government requesting to open dialogue “ with that his con officer nodded and taped buttons sending a message

Almost twelve hours pass before a written reply is finally sent to the captain's request for diplomatic clearance.

"Dear Sir:
Thank you for your interest in opening diplomatic relations between The Fedral Union and Mirfak. Your request for diplomatic clearance will be processed in the coming days, and notice of approval or rejection will be sent in seven to ten days. In the meantime, you are encouraged to read through our national factbook (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=383321) to gain a solid understanding of our nation before formal contact is made. Should your request be approved, our ambassador will do the same for you.
Regards,
The Mirfakan Office of Foreign Relations"

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/TheFedUnion/Titan3.jpg (the titan)
the ships crew waited and waited , the NX- 2100 titan and NX- 2108 Path finder were dispatched to take over for the fleet ,bastidas had beamed over to the titan and taken command sitting in his chair comfortably waiting for an answer . He looked over to ops ,and nodded a bit saying “ill be in my quarters ” with that he walked off slightly

Nine days later, notice finally arrives.

"To the esteemed representitives of your United States of The Fedral Union:
Congratulations on being granted provisional diplomatic clearance by our representatives, the humble servants of the great Alphin Petrovich Kolani. Your clearance entitles you to a single diplomatic visit by three or fewer of your nation's representatives, with full power to provisionally negotiate and accept a treaty and any other agreements regarding your nation it may be deemed prudent by the Alphin to present before them. These representatives must give twenty-four hours notice before their visit, and are not permitted to travel in an armed craft or carry any arms or other technology with them with the sole exception of recording devices, which Mirfakan authorities reserve the right to confiscate at any time for any or no given reason. Your representatives are fully bound to Mirfakan law while in our territory and will be taken into custody if they commit any offense. Any deviation from the above protocol will result in immediate termination of your diplomatic clearance and the return or incarceration of your representatives.
With respect and regards,
The Mirfakan Office of Foreign Relations"

Xessmithia and TFU, you are both no longer a part of this thread due to inactivity. The game will continue with Ravea. All Xessmithia and TFU characters and ships are assumed to have left the scene.

The ship is fetched by VikanOts representatives, who take it back to Mirfak for a company investigation. Rob is thanked for his efforts and dismissed. The actual circumstances of the crew's disappearance are never discovered, and the ship is put back into service. No other incidents of the sort occur again.