The Guardians Errant
08-12-2005, 23:16
A massive ship exited into normal space into a solar system long since abandoned for being worthless. None of it's planets were habitable any more and no one wanted to waste resources terraforming something so far removed from the galactic populaion center, Sol.
The ship moved towards a moon, twice as large as Terra's, with a massive structure built into it, sticking out from part of the moon. It was The Gaurdian's Errant (http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadeoutpost.bmp.jpg) and took up over fifty percent of the moon's internal space, the outer portions being for docking of Task Force Renegade.
Several hundred ships were milling around. Most were small raiders, captured as spoils of war from the many pirates that had fallen to the Task Force. Once they belonged to the Crimmond Imperial Navy. Then they were ordered to return for mass decomissioning. These were the ships that decided they would not return and would act as their own force, protecting space lanes and decimating cartels.
That was over twenty years ago. Times changed. Task Force Renegade became a cartel that pirated cartels. Until they were gone. Then they became what they fought for so long, raiding and capturing trade routes and even going so far as to attack military targets.
The gunship Archangel, being the largest warship in the Task Force, slid into an outer dock, effectivly dwarving the cruisers that moved past it. Even one of the captured Elasi battleships was only half it's size. No one but the Fleetlord knew where the gunship was found. And he wasn't about to tell his underlings details they didn't need to know. All that mattered was it was nearly unstoppable in long range combat, with the modifications the Renegades added. Three stolen Xanthallian shield systems(for a total of nine seperate shield layers), a Crimmond make hull hugging shield and the gunships own armor made up for the ship's handling like a shopping cart with a broken wheel. But when you hold two of the largest magnentic cannons in the galaxy, manuverability normally isn't required.
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Commodore Im Kmmta rode the lift up from the Archangel. He wasn't human, unlike every other commander in the Task Force. That he was also the commander of the Archangel caused more fear than his appearence. No one was sure what species he was, but they knew he was cold and calculating and had no sense of mercy in his being. His crew was the most disciplined in the Task Force because of that and had a high rate of 'unfortunate accidents' among those new to the crew and those that speak against the Commodore. He walked the corridors and even an Admiral stepped aside for him. He was an Admiral in charge of the supply fleet, from his assignment insignia. Warship Commanders were intimidating to Supply Liners anyway. Im was even worse.
He stepped into an office and stood silent as the Fleetlord came from behind his desk. He was shorter than him, but most humans were, balding heavily and wearing the uniform of a ship commander, but with his personal insignia. He was only known as the Fleetlord and never mentioned his own name. His life was the Task Force. He looked up at the alien and, as always, the height of Im had no effect on the Fleetlord. "What happened, Commodore? I see that my task force is now two ships smaller than it was last TW..." TW was Terran Week. A touch of 'home' still resided in the language, even in small ways. They didn't forget where they came from, but didn't forget why they left, either.
"Atlantians happened, Fleetlord. Well, Rebel Atlantians, according to the fleet that entered system just before we jumped out. I sent my report in before we arrived." Kmmta said, standing at ease.
"I know. I read it. I also read the report from the Thor. You did well, Commodore. Though, I personally would have fireded several more volleys into that fleet before leaving. The Archangel is built to hold up to fleet combat." The Fleetlord waved his hand and sat down behind the desk. "Nevermind that. I want you to prepare the fleet. These Atlantian Rebels will be looking for us. I want the Task Force ready. The Guardians Errant is a tough cookie to crack, but without a ready fleet, it just might."
Kmmta ignored the Fleetlord's so very human analogy and bowed his head. "It shall be done, Fleetlord." He then turned and left, leaving an odd coolness in his wake.
http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadefleetlord.bmp.jpg
The Fleetlord
Commander Officer: Task Force Renegade
http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadecommodore.jpg
Commodore Im Kmmta
Commanding Officer: RGS Archangel
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Captain Amelia Ransom looked over the orders scrolling across her screen. "All crew is accounted for?"
"Yes, Captain." one of her officers answered.
"Undock and form up with Wing Beta. We're to prepare for Atlantian reprisial for the blow dealt to them." Ransom said, looking at the viewer. It showed her home, the Errant, and the fleet around it. There was no other 'colony' like theirs. It was a battlestation. There were no civilians, other than children and once they reached the age of five, they began military schooling from those that were retired from shipboard duty.
Sliding away from the Errant, her ship, the RSS Castle, formed up at the heart of the wing. Ransom was a senior Captain and therfore took over the wing as she arrived, sending commands to break away from the station and make their way to the far planet, to make sure none could sneak around behind them.
http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadecaptain.JPG
Captain Amelia Ransom
Commanding Officer: RSS Castle
[ooc: I am not a n00b. Come in here and get onto me for this and catch hell. My main account is screwed thanks to the last Jolt glitch. Don't like puppets? Go away.]
The ship moved towards a moon, twice as large as Terra's, with a massive structure built into it, sticking out from part of the moon. It was The Gaurdian's Errant (http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadeoutpost.bmp.jpg) and took up over fifty percent of the moon's internal space, the outer portions being for docking of Task Force Renegade.
Several hundred ships were milling around. Most were small raiders, captured as spoils of war from the many pirates that had fallen to the Task Force. Once they belonged to the Crimmond Imperial Navy. Then they were ordered to return for mass decomissioning. These were the ships that decided they would not return and would act as their own force, protecting space lanes and decimating cartels.
That was over twenty years ago. Times changed. Task Force Renegade became a cartel that pirated cartels. Until they were gone. Then they became what they fought for so long, raiding and capturing trade routes and even going so far as to attack military targets.
The gunship Archangel, being the largest warship in the Task Force, slid into an outer dock, effectivly dwarving the cruisers that moved past it. Even one of the captured Elasi battleships was only half it's size. No one but the Fleetlord knew where the gunship was found. And he wasn't about to tell his underlings details they didn't need to know. All that mattered was it was nearly unstoppable in long range combat, with the modifications the Renegades added. Three stolen Xanthallian shield systems(for a total of nine seperate shield layers), a Crimmond make hull hugging shield and the gunships own armor made up for the ship's handling like a shopping cart with a broken wheel. But when you hold two of the largest magnentic cannons in the galaxy, manuverability normally isn't required.
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Commodore Im Kmmta rode the lift up from the Archangel. He wasn't human, unlike every other commander in the Task Force. That he was also the commander of the Archangel caused more fear than his appearence. No one was sure what species he was, but they knew he was cold and calculating and had no sense of mercy in his being. His crew was the most disciplined in the Task Force because of that and had a high rate of 'unfortunate accidents' among those new to the crew and those that speak against the Commodore. He walked the corridors and even an Admiral stepped aside for him. He was an Admiral in charge of the supply fleet, from his assignment insignia. Warship Commanders were intimidating to Supply Liners anyway. Im was even worse.
He stepped into an office and stood silent as the Fleetlord came from behind his desk. He was shorter than him, but most humans were, balding heavily and wearing the uniform of a ship commander, but with his personal insignia. He was only known as the Fleetlord and never mentioned his own name. His life was the Task Force. He looked up at the alien and, as always, the height of Im had no effect on the Fleetlord. "What happened, Commodore? I see that my task force is now two ships smaller than it was last TW..." TW was Terran Week. A touch of 'home' still resided in the language, even in small ways. They didn't forget where they came from, but didn't forget why they left, either.
"Atlantians happened, Fleetlord. Well, Rebel Atlantians, according to the fleet that entered system just before we jumped out. I sent my report in before we arrived." Kmmta said, standing at ease.
"I know. I read it. I also read the report from the Thor. You did well, Commodore. Though, I personally would have fireded several more volleys into that fleet before leaving. The Archangel is built to hold up to fleet combat." The Fleetlord waved his hand and sat down behind the desk. "Nevermind that. I want you to prepare the fleet. These Atlantian Rebels will be looking for us. I want the Task Force ready. The Guardians Errant is a tough cookie to crack, but without a ready fleet, it just might."
Kmmta ignored the Fleetlord's so very human analogy and bowed his head. "It shall be done, Fleetlord." He then turned and left, leaving an odd coolness in his wake.
http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadefleetlord.bmp.jpg
The Fleetlord
Commander Officer: Task Force Renegade
http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadecommodore.jpg
Commodore Im Kmmta
Commanding Officer: RGS Archangel
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Captain Amelia Ransom looked over the orders scrolling across her screen. "All crew is accounted for?"
"Yes, Captain." one of her officers answered.
"Undock and form up with Wing Beta. We're to prepare for Atlantian reprisial for the blow dealt to them." Ransom said, looking at the viewer. It showed her home, the Errant, and the fleet around it. There was no other 'colony' like theirs. It was a battlestation. There were no civilians, other than children and once they reached the age of five, they began military schooling from those that were retired from shipboard duty.
Sliding away from the Errant, her ship, the RSS Castle, formed up at the heart of the wing. Ransom was a senior Captain and therfore took over the wing as she arrived, sending commands to break away from the station and make their way to the far planet, to make sure none could sneak around behind them.
http://usera.imagecave.com/Alpha-Zero/renegadecaptain.JPG
Captain Amelia Ransom
Commanding Officer: RSS Castle
[ooc: I am not a n00b. Come in here and get onto me for this and catch hell. My main account is screwed thanks to the last Jolt glitch. Don't like puppets? Go away.]