NationStates Jolt Archive

Bane clicked on his radio.

"Good work. The shipment has been delivered and the money has been transfered. Good job Sam."

A soft female voice replied.

"Thanks captain. What say we head back to Spyglass and grab us some fine Assington beer. It's been a while since I've been close enough to earth to find some."

"I think we can do that. But we have to meet another client later on. Conveniently the meeting is on Spyglass. Lets go."

The two ships roared off into space, heading for the Assington space station orbiting Neptune.

OOC: Anyone is welcome to join. Obviously Ban and Sam are smugglers.

*A privately owned Capsule Corporation Tachyon-Class Corvette flashed over the bow of the smuggler's ship, missing by maybe 50 meters, ion drive engines blasting full throttle* *The ship is configured for cargo, the bays sealed off with heavy cargo doors and sensor shielding metal alloys*

*The voice of a laughing man might be heard over a few short-range frequencies as the ship races to Assington*

*The captain hails the other smuggler ship*

"Heh," *He snorts in a russianish accent* "Looks like I just met my competition. I'm on my way to assington as well... looks like we've been hired for the same mission. Care to have a bit of fun on the way there?" *He says, while stablizing his motion to maneuver alongside the smuggler ship*

OOC Courtesy stats:

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/tachyon.gif
A privately-owned, modified Tachyon-class Corvette

Length: 179 meters
Crew: 2 people, 3 droids, 1 central AI
Powerplant: Chlorophusion control chamber
FTL Drives: x0.7 Hyperdrive (SW Type)
Docking Capabilities: 1 small fighter or shuttle
Cargo Capacity: 2 50x50x15m cargo holds
Weapons: 4 Heavy Plasma-bolt cannons (forward facing, vertical arc of up to 45 degrees), and 6 medium quad plasma-bolt cannons, turret-mounted
Defenses: A thick armor, made from triton-mined alloys, and a medium (SW-Type) Deflector Shield
Atmosphere Capable: Yes. Landing Capable: yes

A note on the armor, it's an improvement on LiquidMetal, about twice the strength, twice the elasticity, and half the radar signature. It is applied in layers, allowing it to absorb shock easily, while holding shape and integrity.

OOC: ok...... feel free to join. My main priority is to get someone to play the client. After that pretty much anything can happen.

BuMp!

OOC: ok...... feel free to join. My main priority is to get someone to play the client. After that pretty much anything can happen.No, not the client :) Someone else can be the client... *see post* :)

Sam jumped as she noticed the ship burst past the Tempest. Bane replied.

"Possibly. What kind of fun did you have in mind?"

Bane watched as the other ship pulled up next to his own.

OOC: Note. We are not heading to Assington, but to an Assington space station orbiting Neptune. (Spyglass)

OOC: Note. We are not heading to Assington, but to an Assington space station orbiting Neptune. (Spyglass)OOC: I know

IC: *The captain smirks, and slams the trottle to full, and the relatively massive CC ship blasts ahead, while the captain cackles*

OOC: Can I see the stats on the smuggler ship? Even basic stats are fine, I just want to knopw what I am looking at

OOC: ok.....

Length: 100m
Crew: anywhere from 2-10 people + a repair bot
Power: 1 small plasma reactor
Movement: plasma propulsion
Storage: 1 cargo bay, 2 (special)
FTL Dive: Advanced Gravitic-Time Distortion Drive
Weapons: an HC Generator (cloaker), 8 torpedo launchers, 10 plasma beams, 4 gavity field emitters.
Armour: 8 inch titanium (outer), plasma flow field (a dense liquid that can withstand high impact. inner)

OOC2: will that do?

OOC: Thank you... but now I am off to bed lol I'll try to be back saturday or sunday ^_^

OOC: ok..... cya

We still need someone to play the client anyway. Any takers?

I can be the client

*The bulk of the GCU Semi Colons are Forever slinks behind the smuggler's vessel, keeping distance and moving slowly - monitoring communications on it's way to the outer reaches of the solar system..*

Be warned that the Solar system is being patrolled by the Kiith Furio Assault fleet due to the large gathering of vip's at the opening of the ISIS

http://www.omcp.com/schism/estanian-cruiser-3-s.jpg

Bane smirks as he hits the throttle on the Tempest and races after the other ship. Within the hour they arrived at Spyglass where the docked and made their way to the nearest bar.

I can be the client

OOC: ok. We shall meet you in the bar. It is up to you to decide what we are smuggling and where to and from. But make it something important.

A heavily modified Drayus Defender streaked past the Tachyon corvette and the tempest, the Defender's enlarged hold easy to spot as it flew overhead at upwards of 12000 m/s^2 This was one of Drayus' Independent council, not yet informed of Drayus' attempts to take over Blademasters, and he happenned to have an addiction to smuggling. He was know as Darius.

Bane and Sam made were sitting in a bar enjoying a cold beer. They hadn't seen the other smuggler as he had left his ship before they got out.

Bane: "Well.... that was a nice paying job."

Sam: "Indeed it was. What about this next job."

Bane: Well.... I don't really know much but apparantly it pays real good."

Sam: "If we get a few more jobs like these we'll be set."

Bane: "Yeh. If we survie."

They continued their conversation, awaiting their client's arrival.

OOC: i'm going to bed. Cya.

While Bane and Sam we're enjoying their beer, the other smuggler was detained by the Kiith Furio assault fleet for investigation.

An Avatar MkIIX1 stepped off of the modified Defender, and proceeded to walk to the bar, and wait in the shadows, watching for the client to arrive.

Back int he docking bay, the defender seemed to dispappear, its active camoflauge activating and the ship diverting power to the system.

Stats for the modified Defender:
Drayus Defender
Length: 12 meters
Width: 4 meters
Mass: 600 tons
Armament: (2) LORAN Gauss Cannons
Powerplant: One medium Fusion Reactor
Engines: One LCSI-400 Plasma Engine
Shielding: JZ-8900FR generator
Armor: 60cm Titanium/Neutronium Alloy
Max Acceleration: 14000 m/s^2
Cruise Acceleration: 12000 m/s^2
Cost: $10 Billion
Cargo Space: 100 tons^3
Equipment: Active camo system (ony when powered down), Jump Drive, Two Avatar Mk2X1s (for face to face dealings)

*The Semi Colons are Forever drifts past the station on its way to Pluto. The AI registers a slight surprise at the disappearance of the Blademaster ship; but this feeling passes quickly and the ship continues on its way...*

(OOC: how could you see it disappear, it was inside the station's bay, in a corner so it wouldn't get hit after it was stealthed)

(OOC: how could you see it disappear, it was inside the station's bay, in a corner so it wouldn't get hit after it was stealthed)

(Don't have to be looking at something to realise it's disappeared. Don't your ships use sensors of some sort?)

(OOC: I find it hard to believe that your sensors would be trained on a lone corvette docked inside of a station, and that they could get an accurate reading on it, being inside the station. Of course I have sensors, but lets stop arguing, its just spamming this thread, it doesn't mater much anyway.)

(OOC: I find it hard to believe that your sensors would be trained on a lone corvette docked inside of a station, and that they could get an accurate reading on it, being inside the station. Of course I have sensors, but lets stop arguing, its just spamming this thread, it doesn't mater much anyway.)

(There wasn't much out there, seeing as this is the first deep space mission we are running it is best to get as much information on as many things as possible :)
Agreed)

A shadey man walks up to where Bane and Sam are sitting.

*A man in his late 40s walks up to the shadowy figure and the other smugglers*

http://sfstory.free.fr/images/WingCommander/3.jpg

*In his hearty, russian-like Capsulian accent, he addresses the smugglers*

"Well, if it isn't my two racing friends... heh. You will not win so easily when it comes to this job." *He says with an unscrupulous smirk*

shadowy figure to the russian-sounding guy "Who the f*ck are you, buster?"

Bane and Sam look up.

"So. Can we be of service?" asked Bane.

OOC: CC is also a smuggler...... he's part of the job.

The Avatar Mk2X1, not obviously of Blademasterian manufacture steps to the table, its commanding 2.3 meter stance casing all of the smugglers to glance up.

Darius: "Well... what have we here? A bunch of smugglers looking to get a job?"

(OOC: will this be a co-op smuggling, or competative?)

OOC: Oh. My badhttp://www.nationstates.net/forum/images/smilies/icon_redface.gif.

IC: "Great. Another smuggler."

OOC: co-op....... there is going to be A LOT of stuff to smuggle. It's up to Olympus Coliseum to decide what and from where to where.

IC: Bane looks around the crowd.

"It seems we're going to have quite a party."

The shadowy figure stands up and says "All right. Come with me."

Bane and Sam stood up and followed the shadowy figure.

OOC: to keep from referring to my guy as "the shadowy figure" all the time, I'm going to name him Nillathion Vinyarod

*The Russian sounding man from Neptune's moon raises an eyebrow at Nillathion* "Hmm," *he shrugs* "OK, whatever." *He follows the shadowy figure, his thick coat concealing whatever if any weapons the Capsulian might have*

Nillathion walks out of the bar and goes to his offices.

Dart Hauk finally manages to get these strange working robots on the spaceport to unload his cargo. The fees they demand for their use are exorbitant and he feels betrayed. "Maybe the robots have a labour union here" he thinks while leaving the spaceport of the Assington space station.
He has finished this job and has no idea where to get the next one. Because of the recession the jobs have become rare and his depts are enormous. But those problems aren't his concern now: He needs to see real people and, more important, a drink. 6 months alone and dry in a tin can can make you crazy.

ooc: up to now he is a good one with no job, do what you want to him (fight, rip his ship, give a job, etc)

OOC: it's up to you. We've already got the smugglers but I'm sure you can fit in somewhere.

IC: Bane and Sam continue to follow Nillathion into his offices wondering what this job will involve.

Suddenly two men (or women) in power armor order the group to stop.

(voice scrambler) "Are you the captain of the Tachyon-class Corvette? Please come with us, you are being detained for the smuggling of contraband. You three please come with us for questioning."

Sam and Bane look confused.

"I'm sorry but I don't know what you are trying to pull. That is not an Assington security gaurd suit and we have committed no crimes. You do not have jurisdiction on this station so would you kindly remove yourselves from our path."

The soldiers in power armor raise their weapons.

"You will come with us now or suffer the concequences. We might not have authority here, but we do have the power over you right now. As you can't call the guards of the station, due to the risk of your smuggler friend here being caught. And since you are all befriended to this man we suspect you might be part of the smuggling ring yourself, that is why we are taking you with us aswell. If you are not part of the underground, you have nothing to worry about."

The avatar steps forward, and easily bends the soldiers' weapons in two, then throws them over his shoulders

Darius: "Step out of our way please, I do not wish to harm you."

The soldiers open a comm channel to the ship and the avatar disappears in a green swirl, the avatar is then rematerialized on the other side of the solar system out in space. When the avatar disappeared two waepons materialized in the soldiers hands aswell.

"No more waiting, otherwise you will suffer the same consequenses as that avatar."

The Avatar, on the other side of the solar system activates its SRjump drive, and arrives in the hangar seconds later, where it re-enters its dock, and the Avatar Mk2X2W emerges, hands replaced with pulsar cannons, and missile pods decorating the shoulders. It also has blades on its arms, and added armor.

The avatar walks up to the soldiers, and begins to speak.

Darius: "Bad move you two. go away, now, and I won't hurt you, continue to teleport me away, or attack me and I will be forced to call in reinforcements."

"Fine then, but we will be monitoring you."
The soldiers stand down their weapons and start moving away.

Bane looks around, still trying to understand what just happened.

"Ok then....... Shall we continue?"

*the man looks down shamefully, with a look on his face saying 'those guys were my fault, I slipped up last time...' ...but he says nothing*

*he tries to cover, looking at the 2 Assingtonian smugglers* "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself... Call me "Legato."

((Heh, the guy got a little older since I last used him in RP :) he was like 19 y/o if any of u remember him :P))

Hauk wanders through countless corridors and halls. It's his first time on this station and is almost certain that this desolate part of the staion is not the bar. While walking through the dim corridor and wondering where he is he doesn't notice an ominous group which crosses his way. He accidently bumps into one of this group.
"sorry" he mumbles without looking at the one he hit.

The avatar (Darius) continues scanning the corridor, watching for more soldiers, not quite convinced they are going to be left alone.

***Captain R J Haggard***

Arr, alas me mates, this be the Captian haggard of the elite Wicked Space Pirates! we have senced your ships on our radar and wish to make a proposition with ye all.

Give us a ransom of 10,000 credits thstd each one of ye, I want 10,000 from each of ye ships! if ya dont, We will fire our Neutron missile and destroy the lot of ye!

With regards,
R J Haggard

***Captain R J Haggard***

Arr, alas me mates, this be the Captian haggard of the elite Wicked Space Pirates! we have senced your ships on our radar and wish to make a proposition with ye all.

Give us a ransom of 10,000 credits thstd each one of ye, I want 10,000 from each of ye ships! if ya dont, We will fire our Neutron missile and destroy the lot of ye!

With regards,
R J Haggard*Legato hears his 1st mate report the transmission over his comm* *he mumbles something into his radio* *The pirate ship soon sees 2 anti-matter warheads launch from the Tachyon, still in port, heading straight for the n00b pirate ship... plasma trails glowing brightly behind the missiles* *legato sighs* "Rookie... *He shakes his head* 5... 4... 3...2...1..." *The cardboard pirate ships blow apart*

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/gm.gif

The modified defender rotates in the bay, and fires its Gauss Cannons, completely annihilating the ramins of the cardboard ship

*Legato spies a piece of shrapnel coming towards a window in the station* SPLAT! *A charred piece of cardboard hits the window... 2 boxes taped together with duct tape, one is an old refridgerator box, the other says fedex* ^_^

***Captain R J Haggard***

Arr, alas me mates, this be the Captian haggard of the elite Wicked Space Pirates! we have senced your ships on our radar and wish to make a proposition with ye all.

Give us a ransom of 10,000 credits thstd each one of ye, I want 10,000 from each of ye ships! if ya dont, We will fire our Neutron missile and destroy the lot of ye!

With regards,
R J Haggard
OOC: Everyone who wants to declare war on this n00b raise a hand.

IC: Nillathion into comm "YOB TVOU MAHT, U STUPID MOFO." He then continues walking until he reaches the lift to his private part of the space station

***Captain R J Haggard***

Arr, alas me mates, this be the Captian haggard of the elite Wicked Space Pirates! we have senced your ships on our radar and wish to make a proposition with ye all.

Give us a ransom of 10,000 credits thstd each one of ye, I want 10,000 from each of ye ships! if ya dont, We will fire our Neutron missile and destroy the lot of ye!

With regards,
R J Haggard
OOC: Everyone who wants to declare war on this n00b raise a hand.

IC: Nillathion into comm "YOB TVOU MAHT, U STUPID MOFO." He then continues walking until he reaches the lift to his private part of the space station

(OOC: ...riiight)

note: yob tvou maht means f*ck your mother

OOC: Anyway...

OOC: can we forget the noob and continue?

IC: Bane looked at Legato.

"It's ok. I'm Bane and this is Sam."

*he smiles and gallantly motions with his hands to let the lady walk before him while they follow behind nathallion (sp)* :P

Sam continues upon invitation whilst Bane follows shortly behind.

Inside Nillathion's office:

Nillathion "I want the four of you to go to planet Veldin. There, you are to pick up the ten million robots I have in storage and deliver them to planet Altyr."

Bane looked puzzled.

"Why do you need us if we're only taking robots?"

Nillathion "they're combat robots. Besides, I'm not allowed anywhere near Altyr right now, so I'm going to overthrow the government with them, then appear and miraclously save everyone from the evil robots."

"I see. Well political issues don't concern me. You can count the Tempest in."

Darius: "Sure... why not? I'll help, I can haul a lot of stuff very quickly."

BuMp!

How big are these robots? Do you think we can stuff them all in our cargo holds and then run off in one load?

Sam looked around the office before speaking.

"We're going to need some basic specs on these robots so we can calculate the effects it will have on speed and so on. A job that is paying so much must be done professionally. Which reminds me, how much are we being paid?"

(OOC: Mind if I join?)

"Galen."
"Yes?"
"Here's our intelligence report."
Galen takes the small computer and begins to mumble. He then gives the computer back to Andir, the head of the Technomage Intelligence Unit, TIU.

"Well then. The Olympusians have pissed the wrong government this time. I want all of our battle capable ships we can spare to be in orbit of Altyr. Telepaths on every ships. The tightest security checks possible."
"Will do sir."
"..If they think they can take our most valuable planet by surprise, they're going to get a nasty surprise. An amendment on the last order; We must be aware of any spies they might have sent, so telepaths on every customs and docks, everywhere. They must not succeed on any attack."


(OOC: Altyr is supposedly the most valuable planet Technomages have in minerals, it has many important materials such as gold and lead. And one special "ingredient" that is located on every Technomage ships, ranging from fighters to gigantic dreadnoughts.

Do you think I'm valuable enough RP'er for you to let me in?

Just one thing; I can't be here much, every now and then on the week and mostly on weekends.)

OOC: you can join. But if you're not going to be able to post much perhaps you should take a minor role in this RP.

OOC: you can join. But if you're not going to be able to post much perhaps you should take a minor role in this RP.

(OOC: :tantrum: Like what..?)

OOC: I don't know. It's only fair that if you won't be around much that you don't play such a vital role that the RP has to be postponed to await your posts.

"Well I really do need to know how big these robots are. If they are human sized, lets see... I could probably hold 20,000 if I squeezed them together."

Bane spoke.

"Do you want this done all in one trip or several?"

"If the robots come in big cargo containers, that's another story, I could tow them behind my ship."

Darius: "I can take many, any way they are "packaged" however, container units would slow my ship's acceleration down by about 1 km/s^2 from 12 km/s^2... butt hat's marginally okay, no other ship can match that at sublight speeds, where they can maneuver.

*Legato smirks at the avatar* "Well, lets see... I think I could get upwards of 250,000 of them easily... but I will need to find some cars or boxes to store them in. But you know... we might be able to get a Patriarch from the CC military... basically a big cargo foldship. It could carry everything. Maybe you could buy one from them sometime... i think they go for about 250 billion.

Anyway, where did you say these robots were at?"

OOC Revised Courtesy stats:

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/tachyon.gif
A privately-owned, modified Tachyon-class Corvette

Length: 99 meters
Crew: 2 people, 3 droids, 1 central AI
Powerplant: Chlorophusion control chamber
FTL Drives: x0.7 Hyperdrive (SW Type)
Docking Capabilities: 1 small fighter or shuttle
Cargo Capacity: Rear Cargo Bay [Expanded]: 30mx15mx15m
Main Cargo May, 30mx17mx8m; and one small horizontal launch bay, 15mx8mx3m.
Weapons: 4 Heavy Plasma-bolt cannons (forward facing, vertical arc of up to 45 degrees), and 6 medium quad plasma-bolt cannons, turret-mounted. 2 of the 4 torpedo tubes have been converted into rail guns, shooting buckshot projectiles at 5km/s with a total mass of 100kg per firing.
Defenses: A thick armor, made from triton-mined alloys, and a medium (SW-Type) Deflector Shield
Atmosphere Capable: Yes. Landing Capable: yes

A note on the armor, it's an improvement on LiquidMetal, about twice the strength, twice the elasticity, and half the radar signature. It is applied in layers, allowing it to absorb shock easily, while holding shape and integrity.

Bane and Sam were going over how they were going to pull this off in their heads before speaking at the same tim.

"We're going to need as much information about these robots as you can give us."

BuMp!

OOC: Grrr. where did he go?!

(OOC: awwww... he left :( )

Darius: "I suppose, if we need more space, I could "borrow" some freighters with my override subroutines... just think of the looks on the captain's faces when their ships start going somwhere else, pick up illicit cargo, and drop it off somwhere, wthout any human intervention..."

Bane grinned.

"I'd like to see that." :D

BuMp!

BuMp!

BuMp!

OOLLLYYYMMMPPPUUUSSS!!!!!!!!!!

((Room for one more? I'm bored.))

OOC: If you can fit yourself in.

Hey Olympus Colesium! Are you going to continue or not? :x

BuMp!

My bad, I forgot to tell you I was going up to my grandparent's place for a week

My bad, I forgot to tell you I was going up to my grandparent's place for a weekOOC: *peers* *fires you*

OOC: Since he's back, allow me to ask if you have police or something already? Roania hates piracy and smuggling. And if you try your hand at slaving while a Roanian is nearby you're asking for a sword between your ribs.

BUMP

OCC: someone do something....

OOC: We are in the office of the character played by Olympus Coliseum. He is telling us DETAILS! about the job. This is taking place on the Assington space station, Spyglass. It is possible for Roanians to be on the station but not near the office.

*Awaiting Olympus Coliseum's post*

this rp isn't going anywhere........

I hereby declare it DEAD

this rp isn't going anywhere........

I hereby declare it DEADawww