06-12-2003, 18:57
The NSR Collector was examing a small asteroid field for precious minerals. The five man crew were getting restless as the automated process continued.
"How much longer before we can return to the ship, Bostock?" asked Commander Fox, lounging about in his chair.
"Should be no more than an hour, sir," replied Geoff Bostock, the main surveyor on the refiner.
"Give us a read out of what we've found then."
"So far the asteroids are made out of approximately 98% silicon, with small traces of iron and aluminium ore. Some fo them have a small amount of-"
"Sir I'm picking up some strange readings coming from the from the far side of the field," interrupted Science Officer Wilson.
"What kind of readings?" asked the commander.
"Computer isn't sure, but it looks like they are some form of ships. They're coming in at high speed."
"Brace for impact," chimed the automated computer as two heavy torpedos streaked towards them. One hit an asteroid on its path to the ship. The other was more accurate and hit a small section of the hull causing the ship to rock.
"Commander they've just knocked out our sensor grid."
"Helm, get us out of here; head for the Nascent. Wilson hail the super-ship. Tell her we're under attack by unknown hostile aliens."
****
Back on the homeworld-class ship, dubbed the SS Nascent. Night-watch commander, Lieutanent Green was sipping a cup of coffee, almost dozing off. Ensign Yeoming woke him up as she shouted across the bridge to him.
"Sir, we're receiving a message from one of the refiners. They say they're under attack from hostile ships."
"I thought this system was empty," said the Lieutanent.
"Communication confirmed," came the reply. We are picking up traces of weapons fire from the asteroid field.
"Code red!" cried the lieutenant. "Senior officers to the bridge. Mobilize the fleet. Typical, just as I was having a nice cup of coffee."
"Sir, sensors are picking up a massive fleet signature, coming from beyond the third planet. Our fleet will be crushed, sir."
"How many?"
"At least 5 large carriers, over a 100 small capital ships, myriads of escorts and fighters, and a sub-mothership. ETI is 3 hours maximum."
"Send a distress call to all nearby fleets who may be able to help us. How on earth did we fail to pick them up before?"
"They must have just jumped in, sir"
Green grimaced as he sat down, hoping somebody would get here in time.
OOC: This role-play is an open one and is available for anyone wishing to take part. I would appreciate it if somebody could take control of the alien forces. The exact composition and armament of these ships is up to whoever takes control. (Just dont go over the top)
"How much longer before we can return to the ship, Bostock?" asked Commander Fox, lounging about in his chair.
"Should be no more than an hour, sir," replied Geoff Bostock, the main surveyor on the refiner.
"Give us a read out of what we've found then."
"So far the asteroids are made out of approximately 98% silicon, with small traces of iron and aluminium ore. Some fo them have a small amount of-"
"Sir I'm picking up some strange readings coming from the from the far side of the field," interrupted Science Officer Wilson.
"What kind of readings?" asked the commander.
"Computer isn't sure, but it looks like they are some form of ships. They're coming in at high speed."
"Brace for impact," chimed the automated computer as two heavy torpedos streaked towards them. One hit an asteroid on its path to the ship. The other was more accurate and hit a small section of the hull causing the ship to rock.
"Commander they've just knocked out our sensor grid."
"Helm, get us out of here; head for the Nascent. Wilson hail the super-ship. Tell her we're under attack by unknown hostile aliens."
****
Back on the homeworld-class ship, dubbed the SS Nascent. Night-watch commander, Lieutanent Green was sipping a cup of coffee, almost dozing off. Ensign Yeoming woke him up as she shouted across the bridge to him.
"Sir, we're receiving a message from one of the refiners. They say they're under attack from hostile ships."
"I thought this system was empty," said the Lieutanent.
"Communication confirmed," came the reply. We are picking up traces of weapons fire from the asteroid field.
"Code red!" cried the lieutenant. "Senior officers to the bridge. Mobilize the fleet. Typical, just as I was having a nice cup of coffee."
"Sir, sensors are picking up a massive fleet signature, coming from beyond the third planet. Our fleet will be crushed, sir."
"How many?"
"At least 5 large carriers, over a 100 small capital ships, myriads of escorts and fighters, and a sub-mothership. ETI is 3 hours maximum."
"Send a distress call to all nearby fleets who may be able to help us. How on earth did we fail to pick them up before?"
"They must have just jumped in, sir"
Green grimaced as he sat down, hoping somebody would get here in time.
OOC: This role-play is an open one and is available for anyone wishing to take part. I would appreciate it if somebody could take control of the alien forces. The exact composition and armament of these ships is up to whoever takes control. (Just dont go over the top)