imported_Cspalla
23-10-2003, 23:51
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Hawkeye 4, a Cspallan boarder patrol craft, darts along the boarders of Cspallan Space, near the Tarnakbra system. Its commander, LtCmdr. Leroy Vasquez, is bored. "Still nothing?"
Ensign Johan Straus, manning the ship's sensor array, checks his scopes, not expecting anything. Since the Grand Overlord banned alcohol in the Grand Dominion, most of Hawkeye Squadron had intercepted several shipments coming over the border in this remote area. However, nothing seemed to be coming through Hawkeye 4's assigned grid block. Wait a minute, he thought. "Sir, have an anomalous reading at 2-4-1-mark 6, distances: 72,000 km. Could be a ship running some kind of stealth system"
Vasquez perked up at that. "Stealth systems! This could be huge! Pilot, close in on target!"
The pilot acknowledged his order, and the nimble craft swung around and shot towards the sensor contact. Ensign Straus spoke up: "Coming into visual range. On screen."
The CO turned to view the small viewer in the front of the control room. He saw a large freighter, moving slowly. "Yes! Can you scan their cargo?"
"Negative. That stealth device is still interfering."
"Ok then, we do it the old fashion way. Hailing vessel….Unknown freighter, this is Cspallan Boarder Patrol Hawkeye Four. Power down you engines and prepare to be boarded for cargo inspection." The ship sent no reply.
"Sir!1" said Straus, "They are powering up FTL drives!"
"Pilot! Attack Maneuver Gamma! I'm going to take out their FTL drives…."
"Piping location of drives to your station," said the sensor officer.
Leroy selected the tactical display on his counsel, and saw the FTL drive units blinking. He began an attack on those areas of the freighter. His ship shook as its plasma blasters shot the engine units.
"FTL drive disabled."
"Good. Pilot, commence forced docking." He reached for the intercom button. "Marine platoon, prepare for cargo inspection. Freighter crew may be hostile."
>>later<<
Vasquez smiled during his debriefing. The freighter had contained nearly 3,000 gallons of liquor. This would look great on his record. However, one line from the squadron CO shook him. "This is bad. That kind of stealth system could only be on a ship supported by some government. This one goes up the chain. LtCmdr, I expect you may be meeting with some vary important people soon."
Hawkeye 4, a Cspallan boarder patrol craft, darts along the boarders of Cspallan Space, near the Tarnakbra system. Its commander, LtCmdr. Leroy Vasquez, is bored. "Still nothing?"
Ensign Johan Straus, manning the ship's sensor array, checks his scopes, not expecting anything. Since the Grand Overlord banned alcohol in the Grand Dominion, most of Hawkeye Squadron had intercepted several shipments coming over the border in this remote area. However, nothing seemed to be coming through Hawkeye 4's assigned grid block. Wait a minute, he thought. "Sir, have an anomalous reading at 2-4-1-mark 6, distances: 72,000 km. Could be a ship running some kind of stealth system"
Vasquez perked up at that. "Stealth systems! This could be huge! Pilot, close in on target!"
The pilot acknowledged his order, and the nimble craft swung around and shot towards the sensor contact. Ensign Straus spoke up: "Coming into visual range. On screen."
The CO turned to view the small viewer in the front of the control room. He saw a large freighter, moving slowly. "Yes! Can you scan their cargo?"
"Negative. That stealth device is still interfering."
"Ok then, we do it the old fashion way. Hailing vessel….Unknown freighter, this is Cspallan Boarder Patrol Hawkeye Four. Power down you engines and prepare to be boarded for cargo inspection." The ship sent no reply.
"Sir!1" said Straus, "They are powering up FTL drives!"
"Pilot! Attack Maneuver Gamma! I'm going to take out their FTL drives…."
"Piping location of drives to your station," said the sensor officer.
Leroy selected the tactical display on his counsel, and saw the FTL drive units blinking. He began an attack on those areas of the freighter. His ship shook as its plasma blasters shot the engine units.
"FTL drive disabled."
"Good. Pilot, commence forced docking." He reached for the intercom button. "Marine platoon, prepare for cargo inspection. Freighter crew may be hostile."
>>later<<
Vasquez smiled during his debriefing. The freighter had contained nearly 3,000 gallons of liquor. This would look great on his record. However, one line from the squadron CO shook him. "This is bad. That kind of stealth system could only be on a ship supported by some government. This one goes up the chain. LtCmdr, I expect you may be meeting with some vary important people soon."