NationStates Jolt Archive


A Star Reborn(FT RP, OPEN)

Theodra
07-07-2007, 21:00
Her gaze was captured by the copious lights that filtered through the dense atmosphere. She had never imagined “space” to be glorious and ghastly at the same time.

She and the Destiny crew had been traveling through the Xian galaxy for a week now. Her eyes still wide at the wonderment that transformed before her eyes. She had not experience not training as a Captain. Although, the crew loved her as they love her father.

Her father, Captain of an elite military ship called Genesis, had numerous pilot ships under his command. One of the exploratory ships, Destiny was given to Farran, his only daughter and living relative.

Her mother, Seraphim, did not want her daughter raised in a hostile environment so on her deathbed she had her midwife raise her soft cooing infant. Farran grew up under the stern, but loving hands of her nana. Farran never knew her mother personally, but felt her always in her heart and in the mirror. It was as if the gods above made an almost perfect replicate of Seraphim as Farran.

Farran’s physique was delicate, graceful and well petite; she stood exactly five feet tall. She had the same hour glass figure her mother had. Her oval face, with its creamy complexion looked paler against her black hair. Her hair framed her face and rested just above her slim shoulders. She would have been a replicate save for her eyes. She had her fathers striking green eyes that melted with soft swirls of yellow.

Now her father was a most stoic man. He stood at the abnormal height of 6 feet 11 inches, when it was typical in this time for men to stand only 6 feet tall. He was a thick solid mass of muscle, but would have softened when giving his daughter a bear hug. His face revealed his long years; it is scarred from past interactions of war and radiation. Although his face began to dim, his eyes bright green would brighten even more when he was with his daughter. He was a man of little words; therefore, when he spoke everyone listened for he did have much wisdom to share. He had been Captain for well most of his life and space was all he knew besides his daughter.

He had respected his wife’s decision not to raise her with him, but he regretted not to be able to share his passion with Farran. So when the opportunity came that his ship Destiny needed a captain he did not hesitate to talk to the crew about training his daughter. He felt she has so much potential to be a great leader. She was compassionate, understanding, loyal, and intelligent. He assumed the safest place for her would be on an exploratory ship with specific areas to research and deadlines. This would help her to later take over his ship after he planned on enrolling her in the Militia.

Farran was quiet as she watched the stars come before her then to be passed and she daydreamed about all the people she would possibly meet. As she blinked and then opened her green eyes she saw a bright white star rise up above and explode into millions of scattered light fragments and then she remembered the last time she saw her father. She had seen her father just before her departure, the memory quite vivid.

Farran pump red lips widened into a smile and she tenderly punched her father’s unyielding arm and let out a musical laugh, which was returned by her father’s deep gargle of a laugh. Quickly his face returned its normal look of calmness, but his eyes dimmed and she saw this.

“Father, I will just be fine. It is in my blood.” She smiled more, hoping it would soothe his nerves.

“And that is what I am afraid of.”

“Father do not worry about me, I lived on my own in Vernon Breta for two years and came out of there with no pieces missing.”

“He laughed. You are your mother’s daughter and you are my daughter.”

He then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in closer. She rested her head on his chest.

“I shall miss you.”

“I miss you.”

She looked up at him. Clear liquid daring to spill over his lower lids.

She pushed up on the tops of her toes and kissed her father on his forehead, which could be a struggle noticing the height difference.

“I am your daughter and that will never change.”

He returned the kiss, his lips dry and cracked compared to hers.

“Space can change anyone do not forget who you are.”

She nodded.

“Goodbye father.”

“Goodbye my sweet daughter.” In his voice, although he tried to mask it, was a foreshadowing sense that she did not pick up.

She opened her eyes and the shattered star had dissimilated into the darkness.

She whispered, hoping her father could hear her, “I miss you Father and I will always love you.”

It was strange how time could be so different when she thought about it. A day in space meant a year back home. This was something the crew and herself had to come to terms with that it meant all of the people they knew were growing older and dying.

Death was something even in space you could not run away from. There are many unknown dangers out in the open, but know worry to Farran she had believed in fate and it was only a good indication to her that her ship was named Destiny.

A timid voice squalled, “Farran, um I mean sorry, Captain Farran we have just received an urgent message from an unknown vessel.”

Farran looked over at the crewman, “Josep, please bring it up on the screen so I can see it and search for the location of the vessel, when you have the coordinates notify me and I will decide what further steps we take.”

She swallowed what felt like a large lump of bread slowly move down her esophagus and settle in her stomach.

I don’t have a good felling about this. This is not the type of ship that would typically get messages like this and this would be her first time handling a problem with the support of her crew.

Seconds later the message appeared on the screen in front of her.
Her eyes flew over the message quickly and she knew she could not decipher the message. It was an unknown language then the ones she had studied.

“Umm…Captain. I have the message decoded and he is what it says.”

---We need help---our ship attacked----we are going to die---

Without thinking, she spoke clearly and concisely. “We must help them. Josep have you located for the distressed vessel.”

“Josep?”

“Yes, Captain and I can reroute us, but are you certain we should venture to this unknown vessel. The database is not registering the vessel.”

Then a young woman’s voice sounded, “Captain Farran I will aboard the ship if you like.”

Farran smiled and glanced at her loyal friend, she too was the same age as Farran, both of 24 years.

“Phoenix, I would love to go with you onboard,” she was then interrupted by Josep.

“Ahhh! Captain,” his voice growing shrill, “I do not feel good about you going on that vessel I now have an image of it look at your screen.”

The vessel resembled something of a merchant ship, but with strange technology instilled in the craft’s structure.

She had Josep message the ship that they would be boarding and see if they could assist the crew in anyway.

Josep shook his head; if the captain be so daring they would not have a captain at all.

Once they boarded the bridge there was an eerie silence on the ship, the interior dark, but glowed with an opaque radiant blue. The three other crewmen spanned out and searched the rest of the ship, while Farran and Phoenix went to the interior of the ship where Farran expected the crew to be.

She and Phoenix said nothing. The doors in front of her slide open and revealed a man slumped across the floor.

She tried not to recoil from the sight or the stench.

She took a deep breathe and spoke, “My name is Farran and I am captain of the exploratory ship Destiny, can you understand me.”

As she spoke a blue light on the metal fixture on the man’s orange fleshy skin blinked.
Several seconds later a slit opened and a garbled voice came out.

She didn’t understand it, but she continued as she watched the circuits from his left breast plate flash up to his exposed brain.

She glanced over at Phoenix and she looked as surprised as I do.
She motioned for Phoenix to assist her with putting this “computer man” onto the stretched. He did not struggle.

Farran winced as she placed her bare hands under his upper torso and her hands sunk into the flesh.

She looked back at Phoenix who was trying to get his legs to the stretcher. It was as if he had no bones.

After they finally got him onto the stretcher the rest of the searching crew came and said they could find no other signs of other life on board.

Farran looked down at the “man”. Why did your fellow crew desert you? She felt empathy for him to be alone in the vast universe she couldn’t imagine how that would feel and again the lump in her stomach churned. She pushed the feeling back.

Moments later they were back on board Destiny and the medical crew took the man in the unit and starting their assessment on him.

Jesop saw that they returned and smiled up at Farran. “I am so happy you have returned.”

Farran meet his eyes. “Do you not have any faith in me?”

“It is not that I don’t have faith in you, I just don’t have faith in the unknown.”

She nodded, there would be time later to get to know the crew, and turned away to go to the medical unit to see how he was doing.

She came to see that his eyes were closed and the circuits slowed their frequency down.

The doctor notified her they still did not know what species it was and could not figure out what was wrong with it.

As she watched the monitors the man spoke, again garbled, but now she could understand him.

"We are fine."

"Well, I see that you are fine, but the others where are they?"

"We are all accounted for."

"Okay, is there anything you request at this moment?"

"We would not ask the mother unless she knew. We are all fine."

Silence. Farran had not dealt with this species before and she did not know how to react to them.

"We see the future and you have much to learn."

"I am sure I do. I am young still."

"That is not the point. Your fate haunts you and is just around the corner."

"I think we need to have a few more tests ran on you. It is time to get more rest."

"Rest we will. Although, you will not."

Farran walked away, with goose-bumps running up and down her spine. She left the doctors to deal with him.

Her dreams that night left her restless and she woke up tired and couldn't remember her dreams. She walked into the medical unit of the ship to find the doctor covering up the man.

"What happened?"

"He just stopped completely. There were no signs of failure or anything. I am still looking into it. I just don't understand. We are left with nothing."

"We shall salvage the ship and research it."

The doctor shook his head and said, "He was doing so well, I just don't understand. It as if he died in his sleep, leaving us with a lot of unanswered questions."
Theodra
08-07-2007, 20:19
OOC: I was hoping with some others to join. As whatever you want...I don't typically participate or even start a space story, but I will give it a try. Some possible characters could be someone of my character's crew, another vessel they meet, an enemy (bad guy), or whatever. I Thank you if you participate.
Another post will come later.
Wandering Argonians
08-07-2007, 21:25
Why their mysterious employers wanted this strange ship was beyond the knowledge of the Deathwraith Assassins' Guild, but then again, it wasn't their business. A large contingent had been deployed to seek out and 'cleanse', as their employers put it, the entire vessel. Eight of the stolen Driddish Phantom fighter craft had sped off into the alternte dimension their lightspeed drives used to go from one place to another, and a few hours later they had appeared on course with the craft using the coordinates supplied to them by their employers.

The ships had not opened fire, despite their heavy armament, instead slipping silently beneath the ship and docking with the escape pod ports. The eight man team slipped inside quietly, black-clad and armed to the teeth. Forgoing the usual surpressed forty-five caliber slug-thrower for more potent plasma carbines with larger magazine capacities. The weapons made a slight 'zing' noise when fired, throwing a magnetically-encased slug of raw plasma at the target. Using the inter-linked combat optic attatched to the weapon, it was unerringly accurate.

Within the lower levels of the ship the team had split up, Kelstar Nightfang leading the upper level team, while his associate Jekel Slipstream had taken the lower, darker levels. The entire team was composed of black-scaled Dark Argonians, equipped with full-face rebreather masks and composite crystal-laced body armor designed to dissipate the energy of weaponized lasers. Kelstar had already cleared the bridge area, leaving a single android which he didn't consider worth his ammunition to die of a single stab at the base of the spine. While the rest of the team cleaned up, dragging bodies to a nearby turbolift for disposal out the lower airlock, Kelstar had taken his time with the records, deleting anything and everything so that nothing would be left to indicate their presence besides the fact that everyone was dead.

Jekel was enjoying himself on the lower levels, he loved his knives, loved the way they ended the lives of the crew. He'd barely used his plasma carbine, preferring to shank the unarmed crewmembers to death. If he'd been able to, he would be smiling as yet another poor soul went limp in his arms as the blade of his Mercworx Sniper slid out of the man's chest cavity. A team-member to his left cut down a runner with his plasma carbine as tried to take off from a nearby bulkhead door. They'd cut the power, relying on the integrated nightvision systems in their helmets. It was a much nicer setup than any of them were used to, a little gift from their employers for this assignment, as had been the plasma carbines. Jekel's only thoughts on the matter were that they were supposed to frame someone else. He let the limp body go, not even bothering to wipe his knife clean.

Kelstar's gruff voice crackled in the built-in mic attatched to the armor plating around his left ear-fin...

"Jekel, we've got company. Get the rest of the team hidden in case they come down your way..."

"Roger, I'll keep my eyes open. Try to keep them from getting past you until we finish up down here. We're almost toward the lowermost level of the ship..."

Kelstar could hear the voices of the other boarders down the corridor, talking to the android he apparently hadn't killed quite dead enough...

"Yetris, can you get some info on their ship? I'd like to know what we're dealing with..."

"Roger, boss. I'll see what I can do..."

As the ship was so close, Yetris was able to use his datapad to pry a few interesting tidbits from their ship's computers. It took him about a minute to complete the operation...

"Ship's name is 'Destiny', Captin's name is 'Farran', other than that I don't know, the security's too thick for me to penetrate from here..."

Kelstar wasn't happy. His agency's spacecraft were fairly unique, and plainly visible on the outside of the strange merchant ship. He had three options: Slaughter the boarding team and flee, Flee outright, or remain hidden and finish the job later. That wasn't going to be an option, however.

Someone was coming down the corridor...

Kelstar and Yetris were concealed in a janitor's closet midway down the corridor from the bridge area, where the other two had hidden themselves in an infirmary further down. As the footsteps neared his hiding place, Kelstar struck, coming out of the closet like a specter, his own blade in hand. The knife was a Dark Argonian-styled Kath-clan fighting knife, a chisel-pointed recurve blade attatched to a Blackwood handle. The blackened steel flashed under the dim lighting as Kelstar grabbed the man by the face, slipping the blade across his neck with great pressure, cutting off the vocal cords as well as the jugular and carotid blood vessels. The poor bastard didn't have time to scream, much less the ability to do so as he bled out quickly and Kelstar threw the still-twitching body into the closet as Yetris crept out, his carbine held in a high ready position and aimed at the bridge. They might not have a choice now, as this guy would probably be missed.

The pair made their way slowly down to the infirmary where the other two were hiding, watching the bridge doors closely for any sign of activity coming their way...