Bryn Shander
25-03-2006, 14:28
Quiet.
That was the general atmosphere at Axis. Floating alone in the asteroid belt with just her colonies and hyperspace gates, the asteroid fortress rarely got many any more. Since the fall of the old New Havenic regime, the only traffic had been from within Bryn Shander or roid miners stopping for supplies or a drink. The rock's large complex of shipyards were almost completely empty, Bryn Shander's navy having been constructed long ago before the founding of the Concordat of Hermes. For many years, the only vessels built in the Axis yards were commercial vessels and large luxury yachts.
Soon, however, that would change.
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"Axis Control, this is SV-016, KNS Minovsky. We're coming in on approach and would like permission to dock."
"SV-016, this is Axis Control. You have been granted docking clearance in bay C-47, slip D. Just follow the guide lights and try not to clip the bulkhead this time."
"Aye, Axis Control. We'll be careful this time. SV-016 out."
The 300m Chronos class science vessel slowly made it's way along the side of the asteroid before finding bay C-47. Around a minute or two passed as the ship waited patiently in the airlock for the pressure to equalize with the interior of the bay. When that was finished, the huge blast doors slid open with a slight hiss. Inside, two of her sister ships were docked in slips A and B. Slip C was occupied by one of their escort vessels, an old Talos class destroyer. Gently and smoothly, the Minovsky pulled into the slip before she came to a stop as the magnetic clamps moored the starship to her pier. Before the captain even had time to announce shore leaves, dockworkers were already attaching gangways, fuel hoses, and umbilical connections to the ship. When the ship's primary bulkhead opened, crewmen quickly exited the ship, some with duffel bags, and made their way down the dock towards the interior of the asteroid. Some would head to their homes. Others, who lived elsewhere in Bryn Shander, headed to bars and brothels. One group, however, had another destination in mind.
The four men in labcoats made their way through the complex maze of tunnels and shafts that made up the fortress. Two of them, the larger of the group, pushed a small stainless steel cart, it's contents hidden by a white sheet draped over and tied at the corners. Were they anywhere else, the cart may have been a hindrance. In the microgravity of Axis, the cart was only as heavy as the pull the magnetic wheels exerted on the metal floor. Eventually, the four reached their destination: Block 34 Section A. The headquarters of Bryn Shander's Axis Design Bureau.
Inside was an ornate lobby that looked to be more at home in a 1920s hotel than a design bureau in an asteroid floating through the middle of nowhere. Sitting behind a counter that looked like stained oak, a small mousey receptionist greeted them.
"Hi! You must be the guys Colonel Steinman was expecting. Dr. Barton, right?"
"Y-yeah. That's me." said one of the men as he stepped forward. He adjusted his glasses and brushed some of his messy black hair from his eyes before continuing. "We have the plans, data, and a model of a new prototype right here. We've been informed that the Colonel would want to see it right away."
"Okay. I'll let him know that you're here. Please have a seat."
The four men stepped back a few feet and sat on a round velvet bench that was built around one of the lobby's large marble pillars. Behind the counter, the receptionist picked up a phone and hit a few keys.
"Colonel Steinman, Dr. Barton and his party are here with a prototype. No, I can't see what it is. Ok, I'll send them up."
The four labcoats stood up as she hung up the phone and walked back towards her counter.
"The Colonel will see you now. Take the elevator up to the fourth floor. He's in the office at the end of the hall."
They all nodded their thanks before boarding the waiting elevator car, cart in tow. A short ride later and the doors slid open. Sure enough, the office at the end of the hall had the Colonels's name on the door. One of the men knocked.
"Come in." was the loud but slightly muffled reply.
Entering, the four men saluted the Colonel, who sat behind his hardwood desk and moved some papers off to the side.
"At ease. Show me what you've got."
The four men relaxed and went to work removing the obscuring sheet and setting up their presentation. The centerpiece of which was a scale model of the proposed ship.
"Well, as you're aware, given that you are the one who provided the funding for our project, our fleet is outdated and largely obsolete." began Dr. Barton. "What we have here is the first step in fixing that. This is the Kusanagi class frigate, the replacement for our aging fleet of Serpent class vessels. At 186m, the Kusanagi is nearly 50% longer than the Serpent, and is much more heavily armed. Instead of the Serpent's pathetic battery of three 120MW megaparticle guns in single mounts, the Kusanagi will mount twelve 500MW megaparticle guns in dual mounts. In addition, the Kusanagi has much better command facilities, space for two mobile suits and four fighters, a much more powerful reactor system, and new engines. The Kusanagi will also have a new state of the art hyperdrive that will be capable of tapping into the gate network on the fly."
The labcoats continued describing the ship's systems and presenting it's plans for more than an hour before they finished. In the end, the fruits of their labor were approved, and plans for construction of the new ship were laid out. Within a week, Axis' yards would once again be alive with activity.
That was the general atmosphere at Axis. Floating alone in the asteroid belt with just her colonies and hyperspace gates, the asteroid fortress rarely got many any more. Since the fall of the old New Havenic regime, the only traffic had been from within Bryn Shander or roid miners stopping for supplies or a drink. The rock's large complex of shipyards were almost completely empty, Bryn Shander's navy having been constructed long ago before the founding of the Concordat of Hermes. For many years, the only vessels built in the Axis yards were commercial vessels and large luxury yachts.
Soon, however, that would change.
-----
"Axis Control, this is SV-016, KNS Minovsky. We're coming in on approach and would like permission to dock."
"SV-016, this is Axis Control. You have been granted docking clearance in bay C-47, slip D. Just follow the guide lights and try not to clip the bulkhead this time."
"Aye, Axis Control. We'll be careful this time. SV-016 out."
The 300m Chronos class science vessel slowly made it's way along the side of the asteroid before finding bay C-47. Around a minute or two passed as the ship waited patiently in the airlock for the pressure to equalize with the interior of the bay. When that was finished, the huge blast doors slid open with a slight hiss. Inside, two of her sister ships were docked in slips A and B. Slip C was occupied by one of their escort vessels, an old Talos class destroyer. Gently and smoothly, the Minovsky pulled into the slip before she came to a stop as the magnetic clamps moored the starship to her pier. Before the captain even had time to announce shore leaves, dockworkers were already attaching gangways, fuel hoses, and umbilical connections to the ship. When the ship's primary bulkhead opened, crewmen quickly exited the ship, some with duffel bags, and made their way down the dock towards the interior of the asteroid. Some would head to their homes. Others, who lived elsewhere in Bryn Shander, headed to bars and brothels. One group, however, had another destination in mind.
The four men in labcoats made their way through the complex maze of tunnels and shafts that made up the fortress. Two of them, the larger of the group, pushed a small stainless steel cart, it's contents hidden by a white sheet draped over and tied at the corners. Were they anywhere else, the cart may have been a hindrance. In the microgravity of Axis, the cart was only as heavy as the pull the magnetic wheels exerted on the metal floor. Eventually, the four reached their destination: Block 34 Section A. The headquarters of Bryn Shander's Axis Design Bureau.
Inside was an ornate lobby that looked to be more at home in a 1920s hotel than a design bureau in an asteroid floating through the middle of nowhere. Sitting behind a counter that looked like stained oak, a small mousey receptionist greeted them.
"Hi! You must be the guys Colonel Steinman was expecting. Dr. Barton, right?"
"Y-yeah. That's me." said one of the men as he stepped forward. He adjusted his glasses and brushed some of his messy black hair from his eyes before continuing. "We have the plans, data, and a model of a new prototype right here. We've been informed that the Colonel would want to see it right away."
"Okay. I'll let him know that you're here. Please have a seat."
The four men stepped back a few feet and sat on a round velvet bench that was built around one of the lobby's large marble pillars. Behind the counter, the receptionist picked up a phone and hit a few keys.
"Colonel Steinman, Dr. Barton and his party are here with a prototype. No, I can't see what it is. Ok, I'll send them up."
The four labcoats stood up as she hung up the phone and walked back towards her counter.
"The Colonel will see you now. Take the elevator up to the fourth floor. He's in the office at the end of the hall."
They all nodded their thanks before boarding the waiting elevator car, cart in tow. A short ride later and the doors slid open. Sure enough, the office at the end of the hall had the Colonels's name on the door. One of the men knocked.
"Come in." was the loud but slightly muffled reply.
Entering, the four men saluted the Colonel, who sat behind his hardwood desk and moved some papers off to the side.
"At ease. Show me what you've got."
The four men relaxed and went to work removing the obscuring sheet and setting up their presentation. The centerpiece of which was a scale model of the proposed ship.
"Well, as you're aware, given that you are the one who provided the funding for our project, our fleet is outdated and largely obsolete." began Dr. Barton. "What we have here is the first step in fixing that. This is the Kusanagi class frigate, the replacement for our aging fleet of Serpent class vessels. At 186m, the Kusanagi is nearly 50% longer than the Serpent, and is much more heavily armed. Instead of the Serpent's pathetic battery of three 120MW megaparticle guns in single mounts, the Kusanagi will mount twelve 500MW megaparticle guns in dual mounts. In addition, the Kusanagi has much better command facilities, space for two mobile suits and four fighters, a much more powerful reactor system, and new engines. The Kusanagi will also have a new state of the art hyperdrive that will be capable of tapping into the gate network on the fly."
The labcoats continued describing the ship's systems and presenting it's plans for more than an hour before they finished. In the end, the fruits of their labor were approved, and plans for construction of the new ship were laid out. Within a week, Axis' yards would once again be alive with activity.