NationStates Jolt Archive

Sergeant Harkin grinned at his comrades, revealing a row of yellowed teeth in the process, at the eleven other Proletarian Marines crammed into the pod, the time was ticking until launch and the red klaxons outside told the space of chronology barring the Confiscate-class boarding pod from tearing out of the Liberator vessel towards the approaching UFP spaceship. Kriegorgrad had only recently sponsored “space-piracy”, with the aid of Chronosia, a nation that was once feared and shunned by the Collective Oligarchy, the aforementioned pariah had quite quickly become a friend of the previously hostile Kriegos government when it mentioned the possibility of procuring new technology from alien ships; the fact it wasn’t ethically sound wasn’t an issue with the oligarchs. Truth be told, it was only a matter of time until the Proletarian Starfleet was used for dubious missions, while it originally objected to it, the promise of greatly increased funds swayed the “solid” morals of Admiral Darlington rather easily.

A harsh crackle came over the intercom hardwired into the pod, it kept a link with the Liberator-class vessel, in this case the Incarnate, a Captain Briggs commanded the vessel and it was obvious beyond a doubt that captain was either going to give his men some gruff curses or actual information. Thankfully for the impatient Harkin, it was to be the latter today. “Okay lads, your mummies ain’t ‘ear to cuddle ya and I sure as Fedor ain’t gonna cuddle ya, anyway, enough of insulting ye ugly bastards, I just got confirmation from them Chronosians that they’re just about to fuck over those bloody shields! So when that happens, launch your pod, get in there and kick some arse for Fedor? That understood lads?” Well mostly information, a chorus of “Yes ye saggy bastard!” echoed back through the intercom to the smiling captain, an old man who age showed no mercy on, the cigarette that wagged whenever spoke didn’t exactly give him a noble appearance either.

All the Proletarian Marines – well pirates in this case – crowded to the front of the pod, squeezing in, barging and hitting to get a peak at how the Chronosians were going to disable the shields on board the UFP ship. The United Federation vessel was a pleasant thing to look at, gleaming metal, curved surfaces; a farcry from the brutish fusion of firepower and armour that was the Incarnate and its children, the Confiscate pods. Then, the larger and stronger soldiers who bullied their way to the front were rewarded with a whirring sound that seemed to stretch into an eternity, from their limited port of view, they just saw a thick red beam smash into the side of the Federation craft, the shield protesting and a transparent blue plane resisted the mighty red beam before collapsing in a fizzle, as soon as that happened, the beam ceased fire as quickly as it could, leave a black scorch mark as a testament to the brutal and strong weapon, a weapon Kriegorgrad aspired to have in its arsenal.

At last, the moment they were waiting for, the Proletarian Marines scurried back to their positions: padded seats built into the wall with holders for weapons, three stations modified to hold the flamethrowers the boarding parties so favoured while the rest held Sten guns, Enfield rifles and even a PIAT launcher. It began, the whine of machinery charging up, the mass driver was preparing itself to work in tandem with the rocket engine. After an eternity of ecstasy trapped on the very cusp of fulfilment, the doors protecting the pod from the vacuum of space opened and the rocket engine burst into life, nanoseconds before the mass driver kicked in, sending the Confiscate pod into the cold void and towards the unmarred UFP vessel, only moments later, another pod was launched from the Incarnate towards the aging military vessel. Moments passed and the hooks of the pod launched towards the unshielded surface via mass driver yet again, then, pulling itself in, the pod attached itself to the ship like a leech and burrowed its exit tube into the cold metal of the gleaming craft, welders igniting furiously and melting metal with little protest, then, the tube rotated its required three-hundred-and-sixty degrees until it left a clean, red hot circle.

”Why isn’t this gonna’ be fun lads!” Harkin grinned as he unclipped himself from his chair and joined three men in forcing the neatly cut circle of advanced metals into the ship while the rest of the squad helped the marines bearing flamethrowers to get hefty weapons on. Then, it gave way, with a loud clang as the circle landed on the deck, sending a shudder through the attached pod. An audible thud announced the second pod had attached itself to the Federation vessel and Harkin couldn’t help but smile as he jumped through the neat hole into the ship, along the piece of hallway, the sergeant could see yellow circles of the welders boring through metal. Scantily half a minute after Harkin’s pod had entered the ship, five other similar circles opened, molten metals marking the efficiency of the entry. Taking a breath in, Harkin checked his Sten and noticed it was jammed, cursing he tossed it to the floor with a clatter and produced his reserves – a Webley revolver and a trench spike – and set about to bellowing orders with a tune of glee. While the sergeant bawled at his men in merriment, they swarmed in like ants to the nest.

He made his way through the halls of spotless metal and other materials with his squad of loot hungry marines, until worried barks of command became audible. Security detail. Beckoning for his squad to pull into a hallway off the passage they’d been proceeding down, About seven men ran past, phasers in hand as they sought to stem the plague spreading through their ship yet blissfully unaware of the Kriegos soldiers watching them as they passed, then, a final man came trotting after the main group with his phaser still holstered. What an oddly opportune time for one of the marines to lack the ability to resist coughing, the final man turned around and saw the group crouching off the corridor and his face turned pale. A sympathetic grin played over Harkin’s features as he said comically: “You unlucky bastard!” The three flamethrower wielding men in Harkin’s squad stepped up and before the man could even scream, let alone un-holster his sidearm and mount a defence, he was engulfed by three separate jets of napalm fuelled flame. He was a writhing silhouette in the burning flames, the squad watched in fascination until the tromp of boots told the sergeant that the seven men who passed only moments before were returning and the ensuing screams told him that that they weren’t too pleased with their charred comrade.

The men went forward to inspect the charred corpse of their comrade only to catch Sten gun bullets in the side, two men went down as the others scrambled to ‘safety’ around the corner, a few grenades later and a shower of body parts cascaded around the ninety-degree angle with a sickening series of squelches. Picking their way through the body parts, the squad set off for the bridge only to hear an intercom, much clearer than the one aboard the Incarnate and the pods flare into life with no static whatsoever, the voice was definitely Kriegos, the thick proletarian accent certainly didn’t belong to any Federal crewman, but the fact the voice was Kriegos didn’t please Harkin in the least, he was looking for a promotion and taking this ship would’ve been it. “Trust fucking Birch, that bastard beat us to the bloody bridge…” Professionalism certainly wasn’t at the top of Harkin’s priority list but that wasn’t to say he didn’t have ambitions, he had intended to usurp Lieutenant Birch by performing brilliantly in this boarding action but it seems that yet again, the slightly older man had gotten lucky and been able to take a lightly defended route. Time would only tell whether or not the UFP government would tolerate this, of course, such concerns are not to be worried over by Harkin, after all, he has a promotion to chase. The words echoing about on the intercom continued to sting Harkin as his men looked over the dead for anything useful.

“I beat you again Harkin, you’re getting’ slow mate!”

Mean while at star base 15 the USS Washington was docked, the galaxy class ship was illuminated buy the glorious lights of the docking bay as shuttles rolled buy there hulls gleaming brilliantly among the light. The saucer section of the galaxy class ship gleamed and reflected light its grayish white hull features made more prevalent than ever buy the huge white lights, shuttles docked and un docked from the star base mechanical whooshing sounds could be heard reverberating through out the docking area of the base.

Capitan Xavier was sitting on his chair In the center of the ships bridge, as people walked around working quietly, and as people sat at there consoles taping there LCARS display, beeping noises could be heard all around, supply’s were being loaded aboard for a run to the Sonjin system, sounds of beaming were constantly being heard for over an hour until they all of a sudden stopped. The captain got up from his center chair witch was quite comfortable, he walked out his glossy boots taping on the carpet below as he entered a room the door whooshing open then closed as he walked in to his ready room.

He made his way over to his desk negotiating the shortest rout over some PADDS he sat down on his chair leaning back smiling as the young eighteen year old captain with black hair, white skin, and brown eyes relaxed.
Until he glanced over and noticed a message was trying to reach him from star fleet he leaned over his standard star fleet uniform slightly wrinkling at his arm, as he tapped the button.


Admiral John lee popped up, in his service coat and standard uniform, he began to speak “hello captain Xavier, its nice to get to talk to you after so long.. but unfortunately I’m not here to talk about being old friends”

Xavier raised a brow and responded in a young slightly naive voice “no? is there a problem sir?”

The admiral nodded with confirmation sighing a bit “Captain, there’s been an attack or raid of some sort on one of our merchant marine auxiliary vessels some place in sector 3135, we lost contact with it, sources say the last time it was seen was leavening Sonjin with trade goods, it was lost in the middle of its trip and never heard from again, there’s been an increase of pirate activity with in the draconian sector of space, its staring to become alarming star fleet has given me orders to put more muscle in to the fight , attacking a federation star ship is a serious matter and will not be tolerated, your orders are to deliver the supplies they need at Sonjin and begin a patrol of that space, investigate nay readings and report in as soon as you find some thing Johnson out”

The screen cuts Xavier smiles nervously and stands up re negotiating the PADDS littering his officer as he stumbles back out to the bridge, Walking towards his chair as two of his officer come up and start talking “sir sir…!” he looked over and said “what!” kind of angrily to the two , the first officer said “ sir do you know if we can get authorization to hold gathering in ten forward later on, a pre wedding rehearsal, me an angus here are getting married.”

Xavier smiled “well congratulations and of course you can hold one, just make sure I’m invited” the man said “yes sir thank you sir” he smiled wildly as he walked off with his would be wife. The captain stopped over his chair turned around and sat down ahhing in comfort of his captain’s chair.

He looked over to his helms officer and sat up saying with a young slightly light toned voice briskly “helm clear moorings and take us out one quarter impulse”, the helms officer responded with a briskly deep voice “aye sir one quarter impulse” with that the ships IIE’s began to revved up and rumble , the massive sleek grey white ship moved, its saucer section and star drive being illuminated buy the massive lights in the star base, on the bridge just as the rest of the ship, the sound of the rumbling engines could be heard reverberating in every witch corner of the ship as it busted out of the star base in to the sea of darkness and stars lights of the star base and near stars gleaming on the ships back and starboard side as it turned to head out.


The captain smiled, ordering “increase speed to one half impulse, and when we are out of safety zone range engage warp drive”

The helms officer nodded smiling as she tapped the button, the sounds got louder as the engines were pushed up the ship was going about sixty percent the speed of light (or 60.C) after several moments of the ship being on a direct but slanted course, the ship slowed the a crawl.


Moments passed as the nacelles light up in a glorious burst of blue light the ship screeching In to a void at enormous speed a stream of blue particles streaming behind as it rushed in to a white burst of light in to sub space.

As the ship entered warp stars began to whooshed buy the ship at enormous speeds beams of light passing buy every few seconds. A couple of hours passed and the captain was sitting on his chair again the ship dropped out of warp in to the Sonjin system, the ship rumbled buy as it positioned it self over a large desert planet.


The engineer looked over from his console just behind the Capitan chair saying with a brisk voice as the ship entered standard orbit “Sir supplies and engineering teams report ready for transport to the surface, lowering shields for transport” he taped his LCARS panel the console beeping as he taped on the buttons. The ships shields lowered for a moment, mean while in the cargo bay large amounts of crates and cylinder shaped boxes containing certain chemicals beamed down, in a flash of white and blue light towards the dusty hot surface, teams accompanied them in Starfleet uniforms, with repair kits and medical kits.