Ma-tek
08-01-2006, 03:01
Near Iluvauromeni-claimed Space, Earth Orbit
The warship lumbered into position slowly. Actually, technically speaking, all fifteen did. The fifteen Fear hulls were not, in fact, Fear-class vessels - the hull design was to a degree modular, so these were far cheaper vessels that were thoroughly unprotected on their own. Energy expense was thus far, far, far lower.
Since they were uncrewed, they were significantly cheaper still. The Iluvauromeni were getting better at cutting costs.
Still, seven eXon space superiority interceptors floated around the warships serenely, weapons down but sensors very much active. Crewed or not, the debris caused by an idiot thinking to make cash from worthless junk would be expensive to clear up.
And the 4 Stellar Squadron was still not over the horizon, so it mattered little. This was a higher orbit, not yet fixed because the objects being deployed had no engines. Instead, they would be allowed to drift, with maneuvering shunts arriving every few hours on their own orbital paths to correct with minor taps here or there.
The objects being maneuvered by unseen means by the 'warships' appear to be large struts and several large spheres.
The whole operation is very lengthy indeed. Very dull.
* * *
Commander Alixi Dejure sighed softly. Her uncle was a very esteemed man, and, as such, she got all the shit work.
That, at least, was her opinion. "White Liar, nobody is going to shoot at us here. Nobody at all."
White Liar was her wingman.
"Yahsmam." Lix wasn't really listening enough to hear it properly. Either that or the sound filters were playing up again - she filtered them. The perfluorocarbon gunk that filled the cockpit tasted funny, too. Like old potatoes.
White Liar was not a talkative sort. Alixi, however, was. Liquid environment or not.
"Well, yeah."
But there wasn't much to say.
Lix brooded on, silently... for about five minutes, at least.
* * *
Hours pass. Days. The 4 Squadron rises and falls and rises and falls above the horizon, repeatedly, along with various other passing features in the orbital landscape. Some are fixed and some do not remain long, but there is always the variety here, in Earth orbit. You can see almost any type of ship go by, on a clear day with no hostiles.
Unfortunately Earth space is not notorious for it's stability. Several pirate assaults are beaten off when the morons flying the pirate vessels don't think before engaging - the 4 Squadron gains some kills, and everybody (except the pirates) goes home happy (who don't go home at all).
In the end, however, the structure takes form. And then the orbital defense systems arrive; small drones, big drones, drones the size of your car. They all hug close to the station - point defense.
Finally another sphere arrives, this one seemingly filled with atmosphere and plants. A dome at the top, transparent, it would appear, with a metallic sheen covering the rest.
Clearly, this is a station taking shape.
[OOC: Anyone can feel free to enquire what they're up to, of course.
OOCly I can tell ye that this is the beginning of something a little bit more special than usual. At least, for those of you who are into MU*ing...]
The warship lumbered into position slowly. Actually, technically speaking, all fifteen did. The fifteen Fear hulls were not, in fact, Fear-class vessels - the hull design was to a degree modular, so these were far cheaper vessels that were thoroughly unprotected on their own. Energy expense was thus far, far, far lower.
Since they were uncrewed, they were significantly cheaper still. The Iluvauromeni were getting better at cutting costs.
Still, seven eXon space superiority interceptors floated around the warships serenely, weapons down but sensors very much active. Crewed or not, the debris caused by an idiot thinking to make cash from worthless junk would be expensive to clear up.
And the 4 Stellar Squadron was still not over the horizon, so it mattered little. This was a higher orbit, not yet fixed because the objects being deployed had no engines. Instead, they would be allowed to drift, with maneuvering shunts arriving every few hours on their own orbital paths to correct with minor taps here or there.
The objects being maneuvered by unseen means by the 'warships' appear to be large struts and several large spheres.
The whole operation is very lengthy indeed. Very dull.
* * *
Commander Alixi Dejure sighed softly. Her uncle was a very esteemed man, and, as such, she got all the shit work.
That, at least, was her opinion. "White Liar, nobody is going to shoot at us here. Nobody at all."
White Liar was her wingman.
"Yahsmam." Lix wasn't really listening enough to hear it properly. Either that or the sound filters were playing up again - she filtered them. The perfluorocarbon gunk that filled the cockpit tasted funny, too. Like old potatoes.
White Liar was not a talkative sort. Alixi, however, was. Liquid environment or not.
"Well, yeah."
But there wasn't much to say.
Lix brooded on, silently... for about five minutes, at least.
* * *
Hours pass. Days. The 4 Squadron rises and falls and rises and falls above the horizon, repeatedly, along with various other passing features in the orbital landscape. Some are fixed and some do not remain long, but there is always the variety here, in Earth orbit. You can see almost any type of ship go by, on a clear day with no hostiles.
Unfortunately Earth space is not notorious for it's stability. Several pirate assaults are beaten off when the morons flying the pirate vessels don't think before engaging - the 4 Squadron gains some kills, and everybody (except the pirates) goes home happy (who don't go home at all).
In the end, however, the structure takes form. And then the orbital defense systems arrive; small drones, big drones, drones the size of your car. They all hug close to the station - point defense.
Finally another sphere arrives, this one seemingly filled with atmosphere and plants. A dome at the top, transparent, it would appear, with a metallic sheen covering the rest.
Clearly, this is a station taking shape.
[OOC: Anyone can feel free to enquire what they're up to, of course.
OOCly I can tell ye that this is the beginning of something a little bit more special than usual. At least, for those of you who are into MU*ing...]