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ESUS Fleet retrofit (Secret IC)

Indra Prime
10-06-2004, 07:35
Colsack Dark Nebula, Indra Prime Territory

Colonel Denovian of the Temporal Incursion Vessel Paradox was in a foul mood. With the incredible amount of training he had recieved and this beautiful marvel of a vessel he was given command of, he was forced to sit and wait for the first time ever in his career. The Paradox was the most recent completed vessel that had the technology that would allow its placement only in the Temporal Incursion Fleet. Denovian sat in his command chair drumming his fingers on the armrest to the beat of an archaic tune whose origin could not be identified readily. The Paradox and her sister ship, the Melting Clock had been given direct orders by the vice admiral herself, to park themselves at the edge of the Colsack Dark Nebula.
This vessel is a ship of combat, not a parking meter, thought Denovian. This is an absolute waste of my time and my ships resources. I wonder what Rabbit is doing right now.

He stood up and streched his leg muscles with a feeling of welcomed pain and stiffness and spoke to the ships avatar.

"Doxie. Open a communication channel with Colonel Fitzpatrick."

"Aye"

Immediately a holographic image of a colonel in a command chair wavered into view at the front of the bridge. Colonel Rabeen Fitzpatrick looked just as bored as Denovian. When he appeared in the bridge of the Paradox he stopped tapping the pad he was holding in his handand looked up at Denovian.

"Hey Dino. Hows the waiting going?"

"Thats Colonel Dino to you, Rabbit. And not too good. I'm about to go out of my mind just sitting here waiting for our orders to come through. Did the old woman tell you anything about our mission?"

"Other than come to the borders of the Fleet's little hideout? Nope. I am as much in the dark as you are, my friend.... Hold on.... we're geting a simultaneous communication from HQ. They want us both on."

Immediately a second hologram faded into view with the micro distortions of a secure channel. This time it was Admiral Nimarti of the Temporal Fleet Command HQ. [i]Old Woman! Why can't you give us an assignment with some excitement, huh?! Denovian thought silently. He put the best smile on his face he could muster and Rabbit followed suit.

"Admiral Nimarti! What a pleasant surprise. What can we do for you?"

"Colonel Denovian. Colonel Fitzpatrick. We have ordered you to this point so you can escort fleet vessels to the Shipyards for retrofit and repair. However, the fleet vessels are not Indran."

Denovian shot a look at Rabeen who sent an identical look his way.

"The fleets you will be escorting are Extra Solar Union of System allied vessels. They are coming here to be refitted with phase cloaking systems as well as temporal disruptors. The conflict with the Shivans has reached us even here. A massive mobilization of the ESUS is taking place and we are going to set a trap for the Shivan Invasion Fleet at CorpSac's Home system. Escort them with precision and alacrity. They need to be in the shipyards and out as fast as possible. Now they will probably come in one nation by one nation, so once you escort them there, you will need to report back to your current positions. That is all. Nimarti out."

The hologram faded out of view and Denovian was left staring at the hologram of Rabeen.

"Did she say what I thought she said?"

"If you think she said that we are about to load the ESUS with Temporal Technology, then yes. If you think she said that we are about to see some actual combat, then yes. We are going to fight the Shivans and eliminate them from this Galaxy once and for all."
Wetland
10-06-2004, 10:13
He was curious about his orders. They seemed quite strange.

"Go to the Colsack Dark Nebula with every Mars we have. There you will be given orders by an Indran officer of what you are supposed to do. When that part of your mission is completed you will be informed of what the goal of this mission is."

So he went with 11 other destroyers to the designated coordinates. The captains on board the other ships had been told even less. This was a lot more secretive then normal.

"We have reached our destination, sir. I am detecting Indran ships."

"Good, open a channel."

[code:1:2978c73dc6]This is captain Vrik of the Wettic navy on board the destroyer Ares. I have been ordered to go to these coordinates and follow your orders.[/code:1:2978c73dc6]
Penguenia
10-06-2004, 10:18
The young officer stood on the command deck in his white Admiral's uniform, looking out at the multicolored lines that shot passed his vessel. The ship, just like the 200 others in formation behined his, was a Penguenian Sabbat Class Destroyer. Sabbat's were beautiful ships, as all Penguenian ships were, but few who knew what they were could see that they were venerable vessels of war. He cherished the ship, although it's class was most abundant in the fleet, and smallest at only 600 meters from prow to beam. The Emperor prided the fleet on the destroyers, as they were said to be the best destroyers in the universe. The Capital ships and Carriers, though fast and maneuverable like all Penguenian vessels, were nothing compared to the fighter-like reflexes of the destroyers.

"Admiral we are approaching the Colsack Dark Nebula in three minutes."

"All right, come out of subspace in three, and then activate the cloaker fields. We're not to be seen on ANY monitors until we wish it."

"Aye-aye"

Admiral Rex Teras. At 36 years old he was the youngest admiral in the Penguenian fleet and commander of the 1st Destroyer Strike Squadron, was a tactical genius. The 200 crews were the best of the best; able to take their ships to the extreme in combat and defeat any foe that stood in the Empire's way.

The squadron made the jump out of subspace precisely as planned and activated their Penguenian cloaker fields. For 10 minutes they moved unnoticed through the edges of the nebula, but they would not want to continue this too far in... They knew all too well that this nebula was the most secure place in the galaxy...

"Admiral, we are approaching our targets, they should be coming into visual range in a few seconds."

"Right, prepare to hail this Indran ship..." he looked to his data pad, "The Paradox. Deactivate the cloakers,"
...
...
"Now."

200 vessels appeared on Indran monitors and like ghosts materializing, faded into visual view.

The hail was sent immediately. An Indran officer appeared on the holographic communications monitor. Teras began talking.

"Hail..." the young admiral looked to his data pad once again, "Colonel Denovian, I am Admiral Rex Teras, commander of the First Penguenian Destroyer Strike Squadron." He made sure to emphasize first. Rex was almost too proud of his men.

"We have been expecting you, Admiral, though your numbers surprise us," Denovian replied, "Please state your numbers," he added.

"200 Penguenian Sabbat Class Destroyers. 650 crewmen each totaling 130,000. For this 'special'," Rex grinned, "mission, we have also been given 50 Imperial Marines for emergency situations." Whistles could be heard from the crew on the command deck across the voice comms. Penguenian men could only serve in the Imperial Aerospace Initiative
or the Imperial Navy, and only women could only serve in the Imperial Marines and National Police. Naturally the crews of the Penguenian vessels were excited, destroyers didn't usually get marine contingents.

"Thank you, Admiral," Denovian replied, "That will be-"

Rex cut in, "Colonel you must be wondering with some doubt what can a fleet full of destroyers do?. Many have this doubt, yes, for usually destroyers cannot operate without a full fleet supporting," the young admiral couldn't help himself, this moment to boast, "However!" another light cheer was heard from the Penguenian crew, "this is a Penguenian destroyer fleet, we are The Pride of the Emperor! Moreover we are the FIRST Penguenian Strike Squaderon! We can blitz an enemy so fast they'll be stardust before they see us! We can outmaneuver any larger ship, and our crews are the best in the Empire. So, now that all doubts have left your mind, I most humbly," Denovian smiled inside as the young man bowed, "can tell you that we are proud to serve alongside the great Indran vessels and crews."

"I don't know the details yet, Admiral, I can say you've already given too much away to me," Denovian responded, "and thank you."

"No worries, Colonel, I'm not going to go any further into the details, like you my under officers are in the dark, carry on."

A few moments passed. Denovian and Rabeen, whom had been listening to the drawn out introduction were expecting more from the Penguenian admiral.

"As I was saying, Admiral, that will be all, please follow us to our destination where your ships shall undergo renovation for undisclosed operations above my current privy level."
Torontonias
10-06-2004, 12:25
As the other ships were manuvering towards the Paradox, A Moderate fleet of ships started winking into the area, they looked like little specs that were being stretched and formed to look like real ships.

The Lead ship hailed them

"Greetings! I am Fleet Admiral Krokov of the TSDC Alpha fleet, we have come under the orders of ESUS and the Torontonian government to be retrofitted with The Temporal Technology that is supposedly going to be cruisal to the success of this operation. With us we have about 40 Bandit class ships, 78 Legionnere Class ships, 34 Centurian class, and one Samnite class, please direct us on where we have to go to get this over with."
The Mindset
10-06-2004, 17:04
Spacetime around the Indra Prime nebula was pebbled with hundreds of ESUS ships, many skillfully manipulating their gravatic distortions in order to stay steady in space. The Unwise AI was impressed by their control. On the bridge of the brand new Guardian class light battleship, Admiral Keane instructed the AI to stand down the twenty eight plasma turrents ringing the lower half of the tear-drop shaped hull, and power down the kinetic harpoon lauchers protecting the upper half of the craft. Huge sensor wings retracted inside the hull, as the Admiral instructed the ship to open a voidhole to Indra Prime territory.

The Colsack Sark Nebula was ablaze with activity - fusion drives pushing their ionised particles into the vaccuum in an attempt to prevent the inertia caused by the sudden huge increase in gravity in the immediate area. A rip in space opened - two dimentional, with no length - blacker than the blackest vaccuum. It grew from micrometers in size to several hundred meters in picoseconds, then, a broadbeam sublight transmission was detected from the event horizon:

[code:1:1e9cc5cade]This is Admiral Keane of the Mindsettian Battleship Unwise. We are here for the cloaking upgrade, no more.[/code:1:1e9cc5cade]

The rip swelled some more - reaching one kilometer in width. Gravity reached forty gees as it continued it's inexorable expansion. Seven seconds after it had begun, the event horizon stabilised - twenty five kilometers in width - and begun to have depth as the wormholes from two sides of the galaxy met. The Unwise accelerated through at seventy gees, coming to rest just thirty kilometers from the event horizon, as it closed smoothly behind it.

[code:1:1e9cc5cade]You are the first to witness The Empires new fleet. Power down your weapons, as we have done likewise.[/code:1:1e9cc5cade]
Verboten Lufftewaffe
10-06-2004, 17:17
Stardate: -318639.1

Captain’s log…

RAdm. Kincaid…FSSS Incursion

It’s been several days now since the order came through…

To Cobble together a fleet of our best destroyer’s and all our “Incursion” Class Ships for a big Operation….In those days I was able to pull together almost 100 ships from our fleets…Which I’ve temporarily assigned the name of the 1st Fire Claw Flotilla…Now we must travel to Indran Space to hook up with Indran Intelligence…To be briefed on what could be the biggest Operation since D-Day.

3 days ago…I was a Station Commander at the Federated R&D Station…Today...I stand here with the Brevet rank of Rear Admiral…I only hope to bring honor to my Nation & our Allies…

Conn: Sir…Picking up 2 Ships on Long range sensors…Warbook suggests Indran ships…

RAdm. Kincaid: Very Well…Go to Yellow Alert…Inform all ships to drop out of warp…Inform Tactical I want full sensor scans…I don’t want any Shivan ambushes…No telling where those fucker’s will pop up

Conn: Aye Aye Sir

*VREEP…VREEP*...All Hands…YELLOW ALERT…I REPEAT YELLOW ALERT…



OOC: Yellow Alert is Standard Doctrine…Shields Raised…Weapons Powered down
Indra Prime
10-06-2004, 19:31
Colonel Denovian watched the fleets appear one after another without blinking an eye at the size of the fleets. He looked at the readout that was besid the holographic display, which gave information as to the ally who sent each of the fleets and what the ship strengths were.

Wetland - 012 Destroyer Class Vessels
Penguenia - 200 Destroyer Class Vessels
Torontonias - 157 Vessels of mixed class design
The Mindset - 001 Vessel Battleship Class Vessel
Verboten Lufftewaffe - 100 Destroyer and Incursion Class Vessels

He looked at the numbers and attempted to determine which would be the best to service first. He came to a quick decision. He stood up from his command chair and spoke to the holographic communications crewmember.

"Open a secure channel to every command vessel out there."

"Channel Open, sir."


"This is Colonel Denovian of the Indra Prim Temporal Ship Paradox. We have been ordered to escort your vessels to the TIF Shipyards for refitting of your vessels with Phase Cloak Technology and some refitting with Temporal Disruptors. We have information aas to who gets what so no mistakes will be made. There are Twenty shipyards in the nebula, each one can accommodate five vessels at once. All lead ships of each nation take priority for the retrofit. In order for this to proceed smoothly, once a vessel has been completed they will need to report back here and remain powered down to avoid detection from outside fleets. The normal construction protocols will still be in effect, so please do not get in the contruction AI's way. This is still an active shipyard, so you will see Indran Vessels in the process of being constructed. You will all need to follow us, to the shipyards. Paradox out."

The Paradox powered up her engines and began to move out at 1/2 Sublight Speed. One by one the fleets of the ESUS began to move in behind the Paradox and followed them to the Indran Shipyards. As that fleets got into sensor range of the shipyards, they also entered a sensor dampening field which would allow them to navigate and to see where they were going, but not record any piece of information that came from their sensor readings of the Shipyards or the vessels being constructed there. This was the most advanced shipyard facility in Indran Space and likewise the vessels being constructed here were highly classified in their design and capabilities. The vessels moving into the region could see the unusual designed vessels and how they were made, but not able to identify the classes of ships. The fleet began to split up and evenly distributed themselves between the twenty shipyards that would allow for the quick refit of all ESUS vessels.
Northrop-Grumman
10-06-2004, 20:09
Slowly joining in with the ESUS allied vessels, was the Northrop-Grumman's 1st carrier battlegroup comprised of 14 Columbia-class battlestars and 6 Tiger-class destoyers. General Harris, commander of the battlegroup, hailed the Indran command ship.

"Greetings, I am General William Harris of the Battlestar Columbia. I apologize for the delay. One of the ion-particle engines of this battlestar has been on the fritz lately, and we have been unable to repair it. Would you be able to repair it while you are installing the temporal technology?"

OOC: Sorry for the delay. The forums are a pain during the day. :x
Central Facehuggeria
10-06-2004, 23:23
Admiral Mertens was lying in his quarters, staring blankly at the harsh metallic ceiling. His fleet had been hunting the Shivans, but since the encounter with the monsterous myrmidon known as the "SD Lucifer", they hadn't even seen one. Everyone was on edge, and burning to avenge the needless death of over fifty thousand civilians.

Suddenly, a loud beeping was audible followed by a cool female voice saying "You have mail Admiral! Filtering now...You have 5 messages relating to pornographic sites, two messages relating to male organ enhancement, and 1256 new messages classified as 'spam.' There is also 1 priority message from fleet command.

Admiral Mertens laboruosly got up and went over to his personal computer. Turning it on, a scene of melted glass greeted him. Emblazoned upon the glass were the words "Macrosoft Windooze XXP- Military edition." After taking a great time to load, which should have been much shorter, given the multi-terrabyte memory modules in his computer, His desktop appeared. The mail light was blinking.

Mertens manipulated the mouse like a puppeteer might use a marionette. Clicking on the glowing "Coldmail" icon, he filtered through the crap that he didn't need. Only the priority message, organ enlargement, and the barely 18 XXX site passwords survived his electronic culling. Opening the priority message, Mertens scowled.

[code:1:47faf45057]Priority message to: Admiral Jerico Mertens, Commander, CF Expeditionary Fleet. *EYES ONLY! UNAUTHORIZED VIEWING IS PROHIBITED BY THE MILITARY INFORMATION ACTS AND IS SUBJECT TO IMMEDIATE TERMINATION!*

Jeri, your mission is being cancled. You are to take your fleet to the following coordinates. There, you are to meet with ESUS allies who will equip your capital ships with temporal weaponry to defeat the SD Lucifer. Drop whatever you're doing and make best speed to the Colsak Dark Matter nebula. <Attachment:Colsakcoords.prn>. There, you will rondevous with an Indra Prime fleet who will escort your fleet to the shipyards for refits. This is dreadfully necessary, as the Lucifer cannot be damaged by conventional weapons, even those onboard your flagship, the [i]Slayer[/i], or your dreadnoughts.

As far as allied intelligence goes, the Lucifer is the only ship to be equipped with this ability, but that doesn't mean they have more ships with it out there somewhere.

You will cooperate with ESUS forces to the fullest extent. Understood?

-Fleet Admiral Halsey

P.S. When you get back, you owe me twenty Facehuggers. The Jets lost the championship. ^_^[/code:1:47faf45057]

Mertens scowled at the screen. He didn't like refitting his ships with alien technology. He perfered a tried and true plasma beam. "Oh well" he sighed. "Best to get on with it."

Making his way to the bridge, Mertens thought about what was going to happen. He didn't put as much faith in others as Halsey did.

His gravlift stopped, and he stepped off of the invisible field onto the bridge. "Helm. I'm uploading a new destination. Plot us the fastest route possible." He sternly ordered.

"Sir!" The helmsman turned around in his seat, "I object! We can't go on a wild goose chase! Besides, these coordinates are well away from where the Shivans could be. We have an obligation to hunt down the Shivans!" The Helmsman replied. He didn't see the value of going that far out of the way, especially that far from the likely locations of the Shivan fleet.

"These orders come direct from Fleet Command itself! Do NOT question them! Now, follow my orders before I have you vacced!" (Vacced: A CF fleet term for shoved out an airlock naked.) The Admiral said, his voice rising in floods like his rage.

The helmsman, taken aback by the Admiral's violent response, complied.

Activating their Xenium Implosion Reactors, the fleet tore numerous small rifts in space-time. As they entered the rift, they were engulfed in an all pervading green light, and a day later, they emerged near the projected coordinates. To the crew of the vessels however, the trip had only taken a few moments, a heartbeat. The ship's chronometers told a different story, however. A full day had past. The odd effects of quasi-space working their oddities again.

"Comms. Broadcast on this frequency." The Admiral said as he began typing numbers into the keyboard on his captain's chair.

"Say...We're here to help against the Shivans." Mertens added.

OOC: My expeditionary fleet as of right now:

CFV Slayer, "Vengeance" class battleship
CFV Magellan, "Pillar" class supercarrier
9 "Dreadnought II" class battleships
19 "Decimator II" class cruisers
15 "Liberator" class destroyers

Stats may be found: here (http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=427)
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 01:00
Damn.. Double post.. sorry..
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 01:00
Commodore Gandara sat looking at his orders on a datapad.. he turned to look at the crew on the bridge, radio silence was i effect until they reached their destination, he addressed Lt. Harrelson on the Navigation desk..

"Mr. Harrelson, time for arrival?"

"2 minutes Sr." he looked at the Commodore.. "uh.. Sr.? do you know why we are going there?" he knew where they were heading and wanted to know the reason, just as everyone else on the small fleet that was speeding thru subspace at max warp.

"All will be made clear when we arrive and we are briefed by Indran officials.. but you can be sure about something Lieutenant, it means combat.." Gandara looked over at the bridge.. "We will be putting this beauty soon into combat i am sure.."

The helm officer spoke at that moment.. "Dropping out of warp Sr., right at the edge of the coal sack nebula, sensors detect plenty of ships.. ESUS allied ships.."

Gandara nodded.. "open a channel to our group.." after the comm officer noded to the Commodore Gandara spoke.. "Attention all ships, mantain formation, lets find us a place of empty space to park.. save the questions for later.."

After pressing a button, he cleared his throat.. "Attention Indran vessels, this is Commodore Lionel Gandara of Argheraal spacefleet, we are here to be retrofitted with the required equipment for the operation, i am sending you our ship roster, over and out.."

Lt.Fc Chen on Tactical transmitted the data over to the awaiting Indran ships.

Lt. Harrelson looked at all the ships ad muttered softly.. "Man, i wonder if they have valet parking.."

OOC
Ok.. here's the rooster:

10 Tiger Heavy Destroyers
6 Orion Destroyers
4 Hecate Destroyers
10 Leviathan Heavy Cruisers
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 02:10
OOC: Man it is becomming a pain to post here.. :P

IC:
Commodore Gandara turned over to the comm officer... "Ensign, open a channel to all our ships, line of sight, no open broadcast.."

Ensign Rawlings pressed a few buttons.. "Ready Sr."

"To all ships, this is Commodore Gandara speaking, we are her at the coal sack nebula to be retrofitted with special weaponry, i am sure you are wondering why, well, we are going to kick some Shivan a** , and we need special Indran equipment for that, as you all can see there's one hell of a lot of ship out there, so this is a major incursion, according to ESUS intel, the Shivan's and allies are set on erradicating the human race, so this massive gathering is to crash their party and make them know that the human race is not to be messed with.. i want all ships to try and capture, if possible at all, disabled or destoryed Shivan fighters that could be salvageable with all due precautions. We have to learn more about them, meanwhile standby for orders, Gandara out.."

Meanwhile under the belly of the massive destroyer, a fighter bay door closed, nothing was seen come out or in for that matter.. swiftly a virtually undetectable small craft under cloaking sped over to the assembled Alliance ships in recon mission, to gather as much data as possible with it's advanced sensor suite..
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 02:30
Comm, signal all ships to follow the Indran ships as indicated, tell them not to get in the way of the retrofit works, just to sit tight and enjoy the show..

The small craft returned to the Tiger Destroyer, the pilot turned immediately back as he saw the massive fleet begin to move.. he recorded a lot of data, and his instruments indicated he was not detected.. he smiled softly.. "well, seems the test was a success.." he thought about all the advanced electronics on the Ghost's hull, he was going to recommend some old fashioned cameras to be placed in too.. "with all this chips and whatnot you never know when something is going to go wrong.. better to have some old fashioned equipment to fall back on.."
Indra Prime
11-06-2004, 04:17
As soon as the Argheraal Fleet began to move, the space in front of the Tiger Destroyer wavered as six Indra Prime Temporal Incursion Vessels decloaked, raised shields and activated targeting scanners. Even without charging weapons, the Indran Vessels could be seen in an attack posture positioning themselves in the best positions in the event the Argheraal vessel didn't do exactly as ordered. A comm channel was opened to the Argheraal Tiger Destroyer and a listening transmission was sent to the Command Vessels of the ESUS fleet.

"Attention Argheraal Vessel. This is General Thomas Greeling of the Indra Prime Temporal Ship Ockham's Razor. We have detected a scoutship sized vessel leave your ship, move throughout the shipyards, and reenter your vessel. If this indeed was a scoutship and information regarding our classified fleets was taken, that would be in violation of the Extra-Solar Union of Systems' Charter. You are ordered to turn over all information taken about our fleet and fleet design or face summary destruction and expulsion of the alliance. If you have any intention to make a move against these vessels, you may want to think twice. Your nation has never come against these vessels before, and we also have more ships at our call and they can be here in less than a minute. You have three minutes to respond. Ockham's Razor out."
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 04:58
Commodore Gandara listened with disbelief at the Indran transmission..

"What the hell!?.. " he immediatly turns to his tactical officer.. "what the hell does he mean a scout craft left the ship!!??.."

The tactical officer stammers an innefectual response before being sharply cutoff by the Commodore.. "Silence!!, fighterbay, place the pilot that just docked under arrest right f***ing now!!.. Comm, open a channel to that Indran ship.."

"Ready Sr." the comm oficer says.. "General Greeling, this is Commodore Gandara speaking, we will turn over any information gathered by that unauthorized incursion, rest assured that this offense in what is clearly a time of war will be punished with the full extent of Military Law.. I offer my sincerest apologies for this incident.. give me five minutes to get whatever data it was gathered to send it over.. Gandara out.."

"Number One, you have the bridge.. i'll be down fighterbay 1.."

Gandara left the bridge and took the turbolift to the fighterbay..
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 05:26
When the turbolift doors oppened Gandara stepped out as he pulled his sidearm, he walked briskly over to where the pilot was under vigilance by two Marines..

"Ok, you stupid piece of s**t, why did you go out on a cloaked scout craft? You have endangered this mission and our stance with the whole ESUS alliance.."

The rogue pilot looked defiantly at his Superior Officer, not saying a word.. at that moment a Marine tech came holding the blackbox of the scout craft., Gandara took it and raised his sidearm.. "Under Military Law, and as Commanding Officer of this taskforce, you are hereby charged with spying and treason, the penalty for such crimes under times of war is death.."

Gandara entered his cabin and sat at his desc.. he presses a couple of buttons to open a secure line as he connects the blackbox and prepares for transmission.. Voice recognition, Umbra-Alpha-One level, Password: Firecat.. Confirm..
A passionless female voice responds Password confirmed, Gandara Joshua, Commodore.. Proceed..secure encripted channel open..

"General Greeling, i will commence tranmission of recorded data, once it is done the blackbox will automatically self-destruct.. Again, i offer my apologies for this incident.. I will have to inform of this to my superiors of course, Indra Prime Senior Directorate will recieve a formal apology from President Steel for this incident i am sure.. transmission begins.."

As all of the data is transmitted he rests on his chair and looks up to the ceiling of his cabin.. "Damn, i hope nothing like this happens again.." when transmission of all data ends, a red ligth blinks five times and the blackbox fizzles and implodes with a loud pop startling Gandara.. "Well, that's that.."
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 05:47
OOC

I am off to bed, i hope nothing much happens unitl tomorrow, i will try to post from work..
Ekardia
11-06-2004, 06:10
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Indra Prime
11-06-2004, 16:31
A secure communication channel was opened between the Ockham's Razor and the Commodore's Vessel.

"Commodore Gandara, this is General Greeling. I apologize for the agressive stance our vessels have had to assume against your vessels. The ships that are constructed here are highly classified designs and its very important that for the time being we keep our fabrications methods secret. In order to maintain peaceful relationship between our two nations we request that you turn over the remainder of the black box over to us and allow us to inspect the vessel in question that took the information, to allow us to verify that we have recovered all the information. Is this agreeable? Once you turn this equipment over to us we will allow your vessels to approach the dock to get refitted. So far approximately 70% of the fleet has been refitted."
Argheraal
11-06-2004, 18:22
Gandara presses the release button of his sidearm to take out the magazine and put in a fresh shell, he returns the magazine to the gun's hold and places the sidearm back in its holster.

No need to apologize General, no hard feelings, i understand perfectly. Impressive rig you have here i must say, we too after all have our own Area 51, i will send Marine Staff Sergeant Williams over to your ship with the remnants of the blackbox and the "Ghost" scoutcraft for you to inspect and make sure all is gone.. Gandara looks pensive for a moment..

Tell you what.. when this is over, and if we survive the incomming storm i'll buy you a drink.. on the meanwhile i will give the order for Sergeant Williams to fly over..

Gandara presses another button and gives the necesary orders..

Ok, the ship will be over shortly General so we can get the show on the road as soon as posible, i am anxious to put the "Hammer" and its sister ships throught the test of combat..
Metallinauts
12-06-2004, 14:54
Captain Maxwell was sitting in his Captain's chair with a lot of contempt. He had been watching the same streaks of multicolored light from the view screen. He was perplexed. "Colsack Nebula? Isn't that Indran territory?" Captain Maxwell thought to himself. He looked around the bridge of his new command. It was bright and bustling with officers running to and fro at their respective pannels of duty. "Captain, we are 2 minutes away." said an ensign at the helm. "Open a channel to the Frantic" said Captain Maxwell. There was a bleep and the screen switched to the Image of Captain McMannus. "McMannus we are 2 minutes away. Get ready, I will do all the talking." said Maxwell. "All right." said McMannus dispassionately he just didn't want to be here he wanted to go directly to CorpSac and fight those Shivan bastards. The two vessels dropped out of warp. "Greetings all other ESUS vessels. To those Indran forces who are running this show I am Captain MAxwell of Metallinauts and I am in command of the MNF Enterprise (OOC: sorry just love the ship so much) and it is a Soverign Class Battleship. The other ofificer in charge of the shiop next to me is Captain McMannus. He is commanding the MNF Frantic an Excalibur Class Battleship. If you would kindly point us where to go we will gladly comply"
Wetland
13-06-2004, 20:07
The refit had gone swift, far faster then Vrik had anticipated. As the fleet cleared the nebula he wondered what to do next. Then suddenly his private com began to beep, indicating that there was a message. It had been stored in the AI who would decide when the orders had to be given.

This briefing finally gave him the answers to his questions. The battle plan seemed good and he smiled when he was told to use his own discresion when necessary.

"Com, relay the following orders to the fleet. We are going to kick some Shivan behinds."
Central Facehuggeria
13-06-2004, 20:22
Admiral Mertens had his concerns about the plan. The refits had gone well, but he didn't trust alien technology. Especially this "Cloaking" technology they had placed on his ships. What was worse was that the entire plan depended on these devices, and if they should fail, then the plan will fail as well.

He sighed. "Damn command." He thought to himself.

"Helm. Take us out. Form up with the rest of the fleet and engage cloak." He said to the helmsman in a calm tone of voice that belied the worries he had.
Central Facehuggeria
14-06-2004, 02:01
El Bumpo.
Metallinauts
14-06-2004, 18:35
Captain Maxwell ordered the Enterprise and Frantic to follow the other ESUS ships and to activate the phased cloaking device. This was going to be his ship's and McMannus' ship's first combat. It was certainly to be a trial by fire.
Argheraal
16-06-2004, 05:35
Commodore Joshua Gandara waited patiently after their little incident as the 20 Argheeralian warships were fited with the new weaponry.. he mused over the schematics of the new devices..

Phase cloak.. hmm.. it would make any ship harder to detect if not downright impossible.. Advanced Temporal Disruptors.. i cannot even begin to understand this, i guess i will have to meet with Samantha, if we come out of this one in one piece, to have her explain this Disruptors to me.. and this Gravimetric Singularity torpedo.. damn, if something like this hits something it is going to mess them up reeeeal good...

His musings were interrupted by the Lt. manning the Communictions console.. Sr. the last of the ships is pulling out of Indran shipyards.. we are good to go.. orders?

"Thank you Liutenent.. open a channel, tight beam line of sight to all our ships.."

"Channel open Sr.."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are ready, we will divide our forces in two groups of 5 tigers, 3 Orions and 2 Hecates.. 10 ships per group.. while the main force will attack dead on center we will attack their flanks to try and stop from turning around to attack.. i cannot stress enough the importance of this joint mission, the Shivans represent a very real threat against humanity, if we fail, there will be no future.. So we must do our utmost to defeat them.. Gandara out.."

"Tactical, transmit group composition to all ships, time to get into formation and get moving.. as soon as the order is given by the Indrans, engage cloak and lets move into our respective positions.."

"Aye Aye Sr.