New York and Jersey
03-06-2006, 07:56
Location: Research Facility PP32-A9, Charon.
Charon was known as the Nomad moon. Once thought to be a moon of Neptune along with Pluto, it had developed the title of Nomad moon from military officers posted to the scientific installation over the decades. The research which took place under the surface in the highly secretive base ranged from the standard weapons of war, to biological and chemical warfare agents, to the strange and exotic, such as interdimensional theory and application, and time travel. Suffice to say the latter projects were developed due to a over funded military looking to spend money as quickly as it got it to keep its budget from being slashed in the future. This led to all sorts of problems however on the base. Lights would go out every so often as a new project drained the bases power reserves or overloaded them all together which would mean a time consuming replacement.
In orbit, the navy of the Federal Republic of New York and New Jersey had stationed an entire fleet with its four battlegroups to watch over not only Charon but nearby Pluto. Where a training ground was set up for troops to practice extra-terrestrial combat maneuvers. These maneuvers would prove crucial for divisions and brigades facing deployment to the Martian surface, and valuable lessons were learned about the potential for never before experienced problems with lower gravity environments on military equipment that operated efficiently on Terra firma. Missiles, and surface to orbit guns peppered the surface of Charon and Pluto, as well as numerous sensor posts, listening stations and surveillance equipment, the moon and nearby planet were designed to be early warning posts of sorts and last stops as well for transports on their way out to the Kupier belt mining facilities.
Today however was supposed to be like any other on the surface, a combat patrol here, a docking transport there. New experiments firing up somewhere in that mix was the only thing odd about that day. Recent breakthroughs in transdimensional physics had meant that scientists had had some success in transporting particles in-between dimensions. Particle accelerators had succeeded in sending several small and several large particles into other dimensions. Now though they were looking to send something larger..a paperclip..a pen...a human. they had no understanding of what they were doing or why certain aspects of science should be best left untouched, and untainted by man.
Location: Lab RZ3-S5.
Lab RZ3-S5, or just Lab 3 as it was called by scientists who refused to use military abbreviations for their Labs held what as the beginning stages of an inter-dimensional gate. It was large enough to begin transporting humans, and the theory was that new universes could be explored, without having to leave the current one. They had little idea that other rmultiverses might be constructing the same gate at the same time. It wasn’t expected that hostile powers might use the gate to invade, especially when the military had its own plans for potential hostile expansion in order to secure material wealth on a large scale.
"Dr. Greely, we're ready to begin a preliminary power up of the device,” short stocky research assistant called out from behind one of the protective barriers that separated the laboratory into three areas for the more dangerous investigations.
"Alright Horace, begin the initial power up and then we'll....what the..." The gate itself began to crackle with energy as the vortex began to form. "Horace cut the power! Cut the power!" Dr. Greely ran from behind the other protective barrier and looked at the vortex as it began to grow larger in size and expanded outward away from the initial gate.
"I..I..cant. The power is already off..." The assistant called out and attempted to disconnect the gate from the power generators all-together. After that proved fruitless, the assistant slammed his hand down onto the emergency call button. Klaxons began to scream throughout the underground research facility, as the marines on duty moved to lock down the facility all together, with those not on duty heading over toward the facilities armory to get themselves equipped for whatever may come. "Doc, we need to get out of here.." The research assistant began to move toward the door, but was stopped, they were both stopped before they could get to the door as a flash was emitted and the inside of the lab was completely incinerated along with its two occupants. The sound and the vibration of the resulting explosion shook the entire base to its very foundations as the installations commander made her way to the situation room.
“I want a report, now!” The marine Colonel shouted to one of the civilian engineers who was staring at the various screens that displayed the bases situation, and to the video cameras themselves, which monitored the labs. Turning back toward the female Colonel, the engineer pointed toward the static filled screen that was supposed to show Lab 3. “We don’t have any readings from Lab 3. The explosion knocked out the cameras and internal sensors in Red Zone. I’ve already ordered firefighters into the area. Your marines are also reporting they’re about to breach the doors of the lab right now.”
As the marines reached the thick blast doors of the laboratory, the corporal in charge of the small squad of four turned the manual door release. As the emergency hydraulic pumps kicked online and pulled the doors apart a blast of gunfire was the first thing the detachment ran into. Bullets cut and tore into the light combat armor of the two marines standing in front of the, with the corporals lifeless body taking several steps back before hitting the wall and sliding down onto the floor. A second marine fell to his knees, while the other two used the sides for cover. They weren’t equipped at the moment for close quarters fighting armed only with stun grenades, and shock batons. A camera in the hallway caught the action that took place, and then alarms began to go off of a different nature, internal sensors in other parts of the station began to pick up new contacts.
“Colonel, I’m picking up multiple contacts of unknown origin on the base…gunshots are also being reported.” Colonel Jessica Cortez had been recently appointed the garrison commander, and overall head of the research facility and was expecting a cozy if not quiet assignment. Far from the hectic pace of Mars, or a position in the fleet jobs that guaranteed no sleep. Pressing a hand on her wrist communicator she switched it over to the bases intercom and then spoke up, “Attention all marines and civilian personnel, condition alpha, repeat attention all marine and civilian personnel condition alpha.” Alpha was the codename for when the base had been infiltrated by hostile armies. In this case multiple contacts had been detected. Where they had come from was unknown for the moment and it wouldn’t be known until the other research laboratories could begin to study what was eventually to form between Charon and Pluto.
Orbit over Charon, 7th Fleet; 22nd battlegroup; flagship SCVN-2817 FRSN Ranger:
“Commodore Kruger, we’ve received an emergency tactical alert from the research facility. They’ve declared an emergency and request additional marines.” The comms officer was reading over the message which had been transmitted just seconds ago skimming through getting the vital information and leaving out the rest. Including the speculation that these werent the typical enemy troops. The stage was set with what was shaping up to be a rather interesting interstellar civil war, the likes of which hadn’t been seen before and would confound scientists and philosophers for years to come when it was finally over. For the moment though Commodore Kruger was to make the first of many mistakes the Federal Republic would make during this war. He would dispatch more troops to the surface of the moon, and would only send a small status report to Admiral Sobieski aboard the FRSN Forrestal.
On Terrafirma, the only message that anything was taking place out on the rim was a small sliver of paper which had been relegated to secondary status. President Santos wouldnt know about the war waging on the outer rim until much, much later.
Charon was known as the Nomad moon. Once thought to be a moon of Neptune along with Pluto, it had developed the title of Nomad moon from military officers posted to the scientific installation over the decades. The research which took place under the surface in the highly secretive base ranged from the standard weapons of war, to biological and chemical warfare agents, to the strange and exotic, such as interdimensional theory and application, and time travel. Suffice to say the latter projects were developed due to a over funded military looking to spend money as quickly as it got it to keep its budget from being slashed in the future. This led to all sorts of problems however on the base. Lights would go out every so often as a new project drained the bases power reserves or overloaded them all together which would mean a time consuming replacement.
In orbit, the navy of the Federal Republic of New York and New Jersey had stationed an entire fleet with its four battlegroups to watch over not only Charon but nearby Pluto. Where a training ground was set up for troops to practice extra-terrestrial combat maneuvers. These maneuvers would prove crucial for divisions and brigades facing deployment to the Martian surface, and valuable lessons were learned about the potential for never before experienced problems with lower gravity environments on military equipment that operated efficiently on Terra firma. Missiles, and surface to orbit guns peppered the surface of Charon and Pluto, as well as numerous sensor posts, listening stations and surveillance equipment, the moon and nearby planet were designed to be early warning posts of sorts and last stops as well for transports on their way out to the Kupier belt mining facilities.
Today however was supposed to be like any other on the surface, a combat patrol here, a docking transport there. New experiments firing up somewhere in that mix was the only thing odd about that day. Recent breakthroughs in transdimensional physics had meant that scientists had had some success in transporting particles in-between dimensions. Particle accelerators had succeeded in sending several small and several large particles into other dimensions. Now though they were looking to send something larger..a paperclip..a pen...a human. they had no understanding of what they were doing or why certain aspects of science should be best left untouched, and untainted by man.
Location: Lab RZ3-S5.
Lab RZ3-S5, or just Lab 3 as it was called by scientists who refused to use military abbreviations for their Labs held what as the beginning stages of an inter-dimensional gate. It was large enough to begin transporting humans, and the theory was that new universes could be explored, without having to leave the current one. They had little idea that other rmultiverses might be constructing the same gate at the same time. It wasn’t expected that hostile powers might use the gate to invade, especially when the military had its own plans for potential hostile expansion in order to secure material wealth on a large scale.
"Dr. Greely, we're ready to begin a preliminary power up of the device,” short stocky research assistant called out from behind one of the protective barriers that separated the laboratory into three areas for the more dangerous investigations.
"Alright Horace, begin the initial power up and then we'll....what the..." The gate itself began to crackle with energy as the vortex began to form. "Horace cut the power! Cut the power!" Dr. Greely ran from behind the other protective barrier and looked at the vortex as it began to grow larger in size and expanded outward away from the initial gate.
"I..I..cant. The power is already off..." The assistant called out and attempted to disconnect the gate from the power generators all-together. After that proved fruitless, the assistant slammed his hand down onto the emergency call button. Klaxons began to scream throughout the underground research facility, as the marines on duty moved to lock down the facility all together, with those not on duty heading over toward the facilities armory to get themselves equipped for whatever may come. "Doc, we need to get out of here.." The research assistant began to move toward the door, but was stopped, they were both stopped before they could get to the door as a flash was emitted and the inside of the lab was completely incinerated along with its two occupants. The sound and the vibration of the resulting explosion shook the entire base to its very foundations as the installations commander made her way to the situation room.
“I want a report, now!” The marine Colonel shouted to one of the civilian engineers who was staring at the various screens that displayed the bases situation, and to the video cameras themselves, which monitored the labs. Turning back toward the female Colonel, the engineer pointed toward the static filled screen that was supposed to show Lab 3. “We don’t have any readings from Lab 3. The explosion knocked out the cameras and internal sensors in Red Zone. I’ve already ordered firefighters into the area. Your marines are also reporting they’re about to breach the doors of the lab right now.”
As the marines reached the thick blast doors of the laboratory, the corporal in charge of the small squad of four turned the manual door release. As the emergency hydraulic pumps kicked online and pulled the doors apart a blast of gunfire was the first thing the detachment ran into. Bullets cut and tore into the light combat armor of the two marines standing in front of the, with the corporals lifeless body taking several steps back before hitting the wall and sliding down onto the floor. A second marine fell to his knees, while the other two used the sides for cover. They weren’t equipped at the moment for close quarters fighting armed only with stun grenades, and shock batons. A camera in the hallway caught the action that took place, and then alarms began to go off of a different nature, internal sensors in other parts of the station began to pick up new contacts.
“Colonel, I’m picking up multiple contacts of unknown origin on the base…gunshots are also being reported.” Colonel Jessica Cortez had been recently appointed the garrison commander, and overall head of the research facility and was expecting a cozy if not quiet assignment. Far from the hectic pace of Mars, or a position in the fleet jobs that guaranteed no sleep. Pressing a hand on her wrist communicator she switched it over to the bases intercom and then spoke up, “Attention all marines and civilian personnel, condition alpha, repeat attention all marine and civilian personnel condition alpha.” Alpha was the codename for when the base had been infiltrated by hostile armies. In this case multiple contacts had been detected. Where they had come from was unknown for the moment and it wouldn’t be known until the other research laboratories could begin to study what was eventually to form between Charon and Pluto.
Orbit over Charon, 7th Fleet; 22nd battlegroup; flagship SCVN-2817 FRSN Ranger:
“Commodore Kruger, we’ve received an emergency tactical alert from the research facility. They’ve declared an emergency and request additional marines.” The comms officer was reading over the message which had been transmitted just seconds ago skimming through getting the vital information and leaving out the rest. Including the speculation that these werent the typical enemy troops. The stage was set with what was shaping up to be a rather interesting interstellar civil war, the likes of which hadn’t been seen before and would confound scientists and philosophers for years to come when it was finally over. For the moment though Commodore Kruger was to make the first of many mistakes the Federal Republic would make during this war. He would dispatch more troops to the surface of the moon, and would only send a small status report to Admiral Sobieski aboard the FRSN Forrestal.
On Terrafirma, the only message that anything was taking place out on the rim was a small sliver of paper which had been relegated to secondary status. President Santos wouldnt know about the war waging on the outer rim until much, much later.