NationStates Jolt Archive

Eso Alsomee clicked his lower and upper mandibles twice, a sign of agitation. Though he had used the controls aboard the FSS Alameda hundreds of times before, he hated the primitive way these hu-mans had laid out the controls. The console had been designed for their tiny, five fingered hands; not the slender, graceful hands of the Shadri.
No, not the Shadri, Alsomee corrected himself. That is the name they gave us. We are who we are. We are Covenant.

He clicked his lower mandibles once - the Shadri way of shrugging - and continued his task. The emergency security code was almost broken - the hu-mans had not done a very good job of encrypting it. Surely they thought they had, but Alsomee had little problem with it. The Feazanthian empire had thought his people as primitives. Of course, in terms of weapons technology the slave drivers had been millenia ahead of his people. However, they lacked the finesse of Covenant weapons. Sure, their plasma cannons were rapidly approaching, but they still lacked.
"Weapon master! Do we have tactical yet?" It was the Ship Master, Fuso Talamee.
"Almost, Excellency."
Talamee let all four of his mandibles hang open, an expression similar to a smile.
"Excellent. When we reach HALO space, I want to be ready in case this is all a trap by the Slave Drivers."

Nearby, in an escape pod, a lone human watched as his life's blood seeped away. He raised a tiny communication device - one with only a few million lightyears' range - and spoke.
"Command...Alameda comprimised...Shadri uprising...approaching unknown space...come in..."
He never recieved his answer, for a plasma rifle was leveled at his head.

The room burned, and then the flash died.

The Dark Eldar ship warped into real-space. The inter-weaving fragments of wraithbone and obsidian-black metal, created an almost invisible ship, one that was black as death itself. As the Courier ship began to turn to starboard, the piston valves and the hissing noises eminating from the ship grew louder, if such a thing could be heard in space. The nimble ship began to speed up, the sensor emplacements on the lower sections of the ship began to scan the sector. The equipment was archaic in terms of creation, but far outpowered any Terran or Xenos equivalent. The pentogrammic wards on the display screen began flash in a series of fiery oranges and reds, indicating no other presence in the sector. The ship began to power up the control rods, the blue haze eminating from the ship engines lighted up the ship, like a Terran casino, inudated with neon lights. As the ship's engines boosted the small craft through space, the sector became more viewable to Silmesse. Nothing special, nothing of value. Perhaps slaves, but they would have to wait for confirmation from Central Command.

The Covenent Craft burst onto the screen, the ship appearing as if from nowhere. The warning klaxons wailed and the lighting dimmed itself to a sickly yellow.


"Status reports!" Silmesse barked.

"Coming up Commandante, unidentifiable. It's not on any of the records."

"Bring us round, hide behind that asteroid belt! I don't wan't them to detect us!"

"Yes Commandante."

The Courier ship turned around, and zoomed off to the asteroid belt, hoping that they had not been detected.....

The Burmecian Class Temporal Carrier Hellfire sat in wait, it had its support vessels at the ready, including the Hospital Ship, Nefarious. Most HALO nations didn't have space technology, so it was up to Siesatia to guard the orbit aroud the planet.
"Sir, I'm picking up a ship, its still in high warp, and it has all its weapon systems charged."
"How can you tell?"
"Its power signature is glowing like a lightbulb."
"Temporal Shields up, position us in front of the Nefarious."
The ship moved in between the Nefarious and the new ship. Its temporal shields seemed to make the ship, shimmer, but Captain Carter knew that they would hold.
"Get all fighter squadrons on standby, we don't want another TFU, but keep ready, I have no idea who these guys are."

OOC:
Was that adressed to me? If so, then you should know that Courier ships are unarmed....

no, it was for Feazanthia

The sleak figure of the Archimedes-class cruiser broke through the dimensional barrier seperating real space and the Slipstream.
"We have entered HALO space. Reading multiple approach signiatures. We have been detected, Ship Master."
"Excellent. Any known adversaries?"
"None, Excellency."
"Superb. The arrogance of the Slave Drivers astounds me. Hail the lead vessel, inform them of our situation."
"Yes, Excellency."

The single disruptor aboard the Alameda shut down, its gravitron beams dying within the tube that could hold a black hole. Its multiple phaser banks remained active, and its MAC weaponry was still hot.

"Commandante, reading more signatures. Possibly Mon-Keigh, I'm not sure..."

"Bring us round, I want us able to see this."

"Yes Commandante"

The Courier ship turns around and views the ships.....

was that to me?

OOC-Yes, I hailed you Siesatia.

"Sir, we've recieved a hail."
"Put it on the screen"
The image of the commander of the Feazanthia ship appeared on the screen.

Several Shadri stood at the sight of the Siestian official. Ship master Fuso Talamee barked an order in his native language, and they sat back down. He, instead, stood. He was easily eight feet tall, clad completely in golden combat armor. A blue-white plasma sword glowed in his right hand. When he spoke, it was a deep baritone. His voice seemed strained, like he hated speaking in the common tongue.
"Greetings. I assume this is an official from the orginization known as HALO? We, the Covenant, request your assistance in overthrowing the tyrannical government that has enslaved our people."

"This is a siesatian vessel, the head chair of HALO, THis willl be brought up witht the councel." "There is another ship coming behind you, its weaponsignature shows its hot, so I'd suggest high tailing it outta here, unless they are with you."

As if on cue, a pair of Ortega-class strike cruisers popped out from the Slipstream. Their plasma accelerator cannons glowed red, then blue. From each ship, a tactical squadron of Valkyries emerged. As the two squadrons of twenty five merged, the Skipper missiles began to prime.
"Attention, rogue vessel Alameda. This is Captain Akerson of the Tom'ra. Lower your shields and power down your weapons. You have been found guilty of treason. Siestian vessels, you have been identified and deemed neutral. Stand down while we regain control of these traitors."

((Stats for the Ortega, Archemedes, and Valkyrie available upon request))

Aboard the Hellfire....
"Skipper missiles?" The comm officer asked.
"Primitive Missiles, meant to destroy larger,, less manuverable, capital ships."
"Orders?"
"Launch all fighter wings, full shielding."
The fighterbays emptied, all 900 temporal fighters formed into groups.

"Our orders are to destroy any skipper missiles, or fighters they launch, if they so much as give us a warning shot, we go in, thats why we have our Plasma Bombs today."


~This is the Siesatian Carrier Hellfire, stand down, you are in HALO space, and any attempt to destroy a ship of any sort, without recieving clearence from the councel, will be looked upon as an act of war. Stand down, or prepare to be fired upon.~

~Alameda, if you have wounded, dock with our hospital ship, otherwise, get whatever defences you have, up. I won't be making the first move, but I will deffinately be making the last.~
The Siesatian Captain rubbed a claw at his temple. "THis is going to be a long night."

FSS Tom'ra - Ortega-class strike cruiser - Captain James Akerson commanding
HALO space

"Sir! HALO fighters emerging, incoming transmission!"
This is the Siesatian Carrier Hellfire, stand down, you are in HALO space, and any attempt to destroy a ship of any sort, without recieving clearence from the councel, will be looked upon as an act of war. Stand down, or prepare to be fired upon.
Akerson rubbed his naval-issue M6D pistol thoughtfully.
"Open a channel."
"Aye, captain."
"This is Captain Akerson of the Tom'ra to Siesatian carrier Hellfire. You are interfering with Feazanthian matters. The crew of the Alameda had mutineed, and we are bringing Feazanthian rebels to justice. The Alameda is Feazanthian property. Any attempt to interfere with its recapture will be met with hostile force." Akerson gave the 'kill' gesture to his comm officer and opened a channel to the fighter squadrons.
"You are authorized to fire missiles. Target engines and shields only."
Confirmation lights winked across the board, and small dots began accelerating away from the Valkyrie heavy bombers. Within three seconds, they dots disappeared. Immediately, explosions began ripping through the Alameda as the Skippers emerged from the Slipstream behind the warship's armor.

FSS Alameda (rogue)- Archemedes-class cruiser - Ship Master Fuso Talamee commanding
HALO space

Talamee clutched the hu-man command chair as the cruiser bucked.
"Bring us about! Full power to main disruptor!"
The aged warship turned as the graviton beams swirled and coalesced within its main cannon. A miniature black hole burst from the Alameda, swallowing several of the slower bombers. The two Ortegas, however, simply dodged the acclerated point of gravity with their highly-advanced manuevering thrusters. The glowing points on the strike cruisers discharged, and the laser-fine beams of plasma sliced into the rogue cruiser like a knife through butter.

Siesatian Carrier Hellfire calling Tom'ra, We are standing down our forces, not because of fear of you, but we have just recieved word that our nation has stepped down as leader of HALO. We have Crew onboard the Ship you are targeting, allow us to beam them up.

"Fine"

The Hellfire moved along side the ship, and beamed up all lifesigns, replacing them with sensor ghosts. Then the ship powered up its FTL engines and headed off towards the opposite of its homeworld. Zigzagging, and looping, it made its way steadily towards a nebula, in which it would travel in, being masked by the nucleonic Particles. Until it reached home space.

OOC- Sorry I had to leave, but I stepepd down as the chairman of HALO, now Cherry Ridge is in charge.

As the HALO Defence Chair I will now be taking a personal interest.
We take this as a declaration of war. Deploying HALO Defence Troops.



Lord Feline,
HALO DEfence Chairman

Twenty Delta-class boarding craft departed from each of the Ortegas, docking with the crippled Alameda. Within half an hour, Akerson knew the treachery of Siesatia.
"Number one, send a query to the ESUS BattleNet. I want the coordinates of the Siesatian home system, three minutes ago."

And thus the hunt was on.

By now, the ship had finished the first hundred lightyears. Moving at a painfully slow rate, to avoid collisions, as their sensors were down to a minimum. The nebula seemed to be dence with ion emmisions, so it wouldn't be easy to track them.
"Looks like we have visitors." The science officer said, watching the blip on the sensors.
"Whats your readings?"
"I'd say, second Revolution Cargo Ship, its definately one of ours, maybe even the SSC Relentless."
"The Colony ship?"
"Yeah, from the looks of her, she's in good condition, nothing wrong with her, I wonder why she stopped here?"
"There have always been stories of that ghost ship."
"Yeah, like the crazy crewmember found in the escape pod, half alive."
"What was he going on about again? Ghosts?"
"Yes sir, he spoke of beings that went through solid matter, they couldnt hold them back, they used projectile weapons back then."
"Call our guests up here."

Talamee stepped up onto the bridge.
"What do you need?"
"We need your crew to help pilot a ship."
"This ship?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"No, that ship." the captain said, motioning to the picture up on the screen.
http://www.aliens.ibt.pl/A101/DIJ/deleric00.jpg
"That? What is it?"
"That is the lost vessel SSC Relentless, a colony ship, all 2000 of its colonists were presumed lost over a century ago."
"A ghost ship eh?"
"You have no idea, The sole survivor, told of beings that floated through solid matter, the projectile weapons they had back then, were of no use."
"So you never came back for it?"
"Never knew where it was, a lone retrieval vessel was out here, about 10 years after the incident, and they dissapeared too. Probobly found this, and decided to grab it for glory, so I expect to find another ship inside the hanger. You up to the challenge?"

I'll try and make a map for this, maybe we can have a little fun with this, ghost ship.

EDIT: Heres the schematic
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v347/UthRptr2/GhostSHip.bmp

I really wish it had been bigger. LOL, try opening it, and expanding it, it shouldnt pixalize too bad.

bump (NE1 Care to join, noone siding with ESUS though, its a small one.)