Wazzu
29-12-2003, 09:10
Alpha/Beta/Proxima Centauri System
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Captain North stood aboard the bridge of the SS Grendel overshadowed by a line of Admirals, CEOs, Politicians, and various other people in Wazzu high-society. He didn't show it, but he was nervous. Just taking a ship out this far, even if through Sunset's jumpgates, was worrysome enough. But to have the brass, pocketbook, and bureaucracy watching over ones shoulder on an event like this.... The Captain shuttered. There can't possibly be any worse position then this.
Sol System, accelerating outbound towards Centauri
There can't possibly be any worse place then this thought Lieutenant Austin, sitting solo in this gunboat sized ship. Here I am about to try an absolutely new form of superluminal travel, and no one knows for sure if it will work. But hey, the bonus is big, right? And at least I get to fly this baby.
The WStS Samson was a marvel of technology even by Wazzu TSCI standards. Centuries of research had gone into trying to make a new form of FTL...it had been a very uncorporate matter of pride that had sucked up trillians of beggars and who knew how many man-hours? And all there was to show for it was this one, little ship. But what a beautiful ship.
Light alternately glimmered off or was absorbed into her in a most spectacular fashon...and though he couldn't see it from his side, those seeing him off were oohing and aahhing at the "gravitic" modeling on their screens. But more then just an engineering marvel or a pilots fancy, the ship was truely a work of art. No holds had been barred.
Yes, thats why I chose to fly her. Who wouldn't?
But now she was well beyond prying eyes and moving fast, very fast. Relativistic velocities were required to overcome the local star's gravity well...and to arrive at a star system in any real time. She boosts so smooth. And then the time came...a small beeping in the cockpit, 3, 2, 1, transition.
Fields formed, warped. The bottom dropped out of the universe. Lt. Austin screamed in mental anguish.
Alpha/Beta/Proxima Centauri System
http://members.cox.net/davage/images/Samson.jpg
The Samson burst out from seemingly nowhere dangerously close to it's target mass. The small, airless planetoid was showered, harmlessly, in the FTL Drives wash, and the ship sped by, ignoring calls.
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It was some time before the Grendel could move in and capture the still quickly moving ship. The Samson was docked, her navigator removed and given emergency aid...what could be given. Debate soon followed.
"A success, we have made our own!"
"A failure! Our nav has been driven insane!"
"Can it be fixed? Can it be salvaged? Can Lieutenant Austin?"
The beautiful little ship was taken back to Wazzu, undamaged. Much study would have to be done, but the first step had finally been taken.
http://members.cox.net/davage/images/Grendel.jpg
Captain North stood aboard the bridge of the SS Grendel overshadowed by a line of Admirals, CEOs, Politicians, and various other people in Wazzu high-society. He didn't show it, but he was nervous. Just taking a ship out this far, even if through Sunset's jumpgates, was worrysome enough. But to have the brass, pocketbook, and bureaucracy watching over ones shoulder on an event like this.... The Captain shuttered. There can't possibly be any worse position then this.
Sol System, accelerating outbound towards Centauri
There can't possibly be any worse place then this thought Lieutenant Austin, sitting solo in this gunboat sized ship. Here I am about to try an absolutely new form of superluminal travel, and no one knows for sure if it will work. But hey, the bonus is big, right? And at least I get to fly this baby.
The WStS Samson was a marvel of technology even by Wazzu TSCI standards. Centuries of research had gone into trying to make a new form of FTL...it had been a very uncorporate matter of pride that had sucked up trillians of beggars and who knew how many man-hours? And all there was to show for it was this one, little ship. But what a beautiful ship.
Light alternately glimmered off or was absorbed into her in a most spectacular fashon...and though he couldn't see it from his side, those seeing him off were oohing and aahhing at the "gravitic" modeling on their screens. But more then just an engineering marvel or a pilots fancy, the ship was truely a work of art. No holds had been barred.
Yes, thats why I chose to fly her. Who wouldn't?
But now she was well beyond prying eyes and moving fast, very fast. Relativistic velocities were required to overcome the local star's gravity well...and to arrive at a star system in any real time. She boosts so smooth. And then the time came...a small beeping in the cockpit, 3, 2, 1, transition.
Fields formed, warped. The bottom dropped out of the universe. Lt. Austin screamed in mental anguish.
Alpha/Beta/Proxima Centauri System
http://members.cox.net/davage/images/Samson.jpg
The Samson burst out from seemingly nowhere dangerously close to it's target mass. The small, airless planetoid was showered, harmlessly, in the FTL Drives wash, and the ship sped by, ignoring calls.
------
It was some time before the Grendel could move in and capture the still quickly moving ship. The Samson was docked, her navigator removed and given emergency aid...what could be given. Debate soon followed.
"A success, we have made our own!"
"A failure! Our nav has been driven insane!"
"Can it be fixed? Can it be salvaged? Can Lieutenant Austin?"
The beautiful little ship was taken back to Wazzu, undamaged. Much study would have to be done, but the first step had finally been taken.