NationStates Jolt Archive

A 1.2km long 13.8 million metric ton vessel drifts from the uncharted realms of deep space... It's engines long dead. Impact points scar its hull, very little remains of indentification markings on its hull, with the exception of a TRSS (obscured name) and hull number BSGX-5.

Massive holes gape the exterior hull, covered with scorch marks, most likely from weapons fire.

Some minor humms from power systems still barely functional after millenia.

Otherwise the ship is quiet.... dead quiet....

OOC: Want to grab this quick, I'll post more once i Know I got here 1st
The 1st ECF Ship to venture this far into the other galaxy. The ECF Promethous was chugging along at a nice pace of 9. When the a dead ship came onto sensors.
Captain: Drop to impluse and run scans, sheilds up.

DSS Ubernoggin, the command ship of Dictator Enigma.

"Sir, we've detected something unusual floating in our usual travel lane," Ensign Molar said.

Enigma sighed, saying, "If it's another da*ned rock, you're demoted."

"No, sir, it's not. This is a ship. It appears damaged and floating dead," Ensign Molar said.

"Da*n. Contact the rest of the convoy. We're stopping to investigate. I want 5 Gnats and a couple of Grasshoppers to stay here as a guard. We may need the firepower. The rest of the convoy is to continue on as scheduled and return after unloading cargo," Enigma said, not even bothering to look up.

The ensign hmphed and turned back to her screen. Here was a chance for me to finally earn a promotion and Enigma is screwing it up. Why did he pick me to be his bodyguard if I'm nothing more than a servant? What the... weapons fire? This ship took a beating, and a long time ago.

"Well?" Enigma asked.

"Sire, this relic took a beating. You really want to try it with so small a force?" the ensign asked.

"Good point. Order four of the Mosquitos to stay as well. Also, when we get home I'm giving you that promotion. You've earned it," Enigma said.

"Yes, sir!" Molar smiled as she continued to look at the screen and began to relay orders, her fingers rapidly moving over the chat-controls.

OOC: My ships keep in contact when close together through a chatroom-like system. Orders and information are faster to relay that way. Plus, open monitoring of who is a legitimate ship and who isn't. Also, this was just a spot-grabbing post. The main one comes later.

OOC: SWEET!
Captain Wells: Visual, Wow!
Ops: I'm reading a complete depressuzation of the hull. Reactor is offline. I am not reading any lifefroms of any kind. It looks like battle damage, no way a reactor breech could have casued this. I'm also reading a small amount of energy in what appears to be a transporter room. There is a minimal life support system. The ship is over 1km long I am reading a small marking. But I cannot tell what it is.
Captain Wells: Alright kids, get your hazard suits on and get us a medic just in case we find anyone still alive in that room.
1st officer: Are you sure this is a good idea?
Captain Wells: Oh come on what could go wrong * he pulls out his compression rifle and gives it a quick pump to activate it *
They meet in the Transporter Room.
Captain Wells: Energize us right into that room I want to know whats in there!
Transporter Cheif: Energizing I can get you directly into the room, Energizing.
* in the small transporter room *
Captain Wells: What does that console say?
Secnice Officer: Translating, oh my god, there are life pattrens Trapped in the transporter bufferr! I can Acces it but we have to get to the engine room and reactivate the power systems and unlock the buffer.
Captain Wells: It's Setteled, There should not be anyone or anything on this ship, hopefully. Keep your helmts on and your finger on the trigger. Lets go.
* The start moving down the twisted and bent hallways towards the engineering section, maybe they could restore power"

The ship remains dead....

But, there can be heard faint scuffling sounds now and then.... nothing is seen.... scuffling almost like metal scraping against metal.... and then silence again.

In various places around the ship bodies can be found, still held down by the artificial gravity system that is barely functioning in some places. In others floating around randomly in the hull. One thing is sure, none of the bodies suffered any depresurization injuries.... however large gashes can be seen, and the bodies are partially decomposed...... a fairly good indication the hull was intact pretty good, even after the men and women had died.

The engine room is a mess, most of the equipment is ripped apart, almost chewed to pieces.... 4 massive MARC Warp reactors lie dormant and dead, another power unit, the one giving off the marginal power signature is still idly humming along.... deep in its core a Zero-Point power-source... still functioning after millenia... controls show alot of excess power shunted to the vessels bridge and transporter systems....

"Sir! We're reading other ships in the area. They are showing an interest in the derelict craft," the ensign said.

"Why me? Standard contact procdures. Power the defenses and then contact them. They are in our shipping lane," Enigma said, almost sounding bored.

"But, sir! The convoy hasn't even began to jump yet!" Molar said.

"Scattered jump pattern. Treat this as a hostile zone until I say otherwise. And activate the weapons immediately!" Enigma was now irritated.

Molar gulped, her fingers moving faster than ever. Much to the surprise of anyone in the area, their sensors lit up with the energy signatures of nearly sixty ships, most of which were cargo freighters and personel transports, jumping to random locations at once, the space around each ship bending slightly before the ship vanished. To add to this was twelve ships, making it a point to be very obvious in their approach, slowly comming into view, each ship with whatever shields and weapons on board fully powered.

"Sir, we're buzzing them now. I believe we have their attention," the ensign said.

"Attention all ships in this area. This is Dictator Enigma of the Most Serene Republic of DemonLordEnigma. I do not wish any conflict at this time, but must question how peaceful your intentions are. The derelict is within one of our standard shipping lanes, thus our natural caution. If you wish to get just the derelict, we are willing to share it, as we have no use for or interest in technology beyond our capabilities to use. All I wish is to see if there is anything I can use, along with your people, before I request your remove the derelict from this shipping lane and divide the spoils at your leisure. I hope this is acceptable," Enigma said, his voice suddenly stately and holding a hint of friendliness in it.

Molar smiled, staying at her post. He always did have a way about him.

OOC: opps, was a typeo, should be 13.8 million metric tons. The derelict is an accident, and where it is going is somewhat planned... but If I told you outright, it would ruin all the fun.... TEASER!!!! Check the computer.... logs are available....

---For Argheraal---

Panels and screen still flicker on the bridge... the commanding officer is layed out, his body partially decomposed in what appears to be a command chair. His chest is ripped open, and partially chewed. his blood encrusted over a panel just off his chair.... message on the pannel says "Recording...." There is a minor scuffling noise which quickly vanishes, appears to be comming from beneath the deck.

The ship remains dead....

But, there can be heard faint scuffling sounds now and then.... nothing is seen.... scuffling almost like metal scraping against metal.... and then silence again.

In various places around the ship bodies can be found, still held down by the artificial gravity system that is barely functioning in some places. In others floating around randomly in the hull. One thing is sure, none of the bodies suffered any depresurization injuries.... however large gashes can be seen, and the bodies are partially decomposed...... a fairly good indication the hull was intact pretty good, even after the men and women had died.

The engine room is a mess, most of the equipment is ripped apart, almost chewed to pieces.... 4 massive MARC Warp reactors lie dormant and dead, another power unit, the one giving off the marginal power signature is still idly humming along.... deep in its core a Zero-Point power-source... still functioning after millenia... controls show alot of excess power shunted to the vessels bridge and transporter systems....
Compresion Rifle- A sniper,assult rifle and shotgun all in one! Uses Phaser engergy http://www.ravensoft.com/eliteforce/arsenal/images/rifle_web.gif

The Promethous- http://www.netmoon.com/startrek/imagship/prometh.jpg

* A Grey Shattered Warp Reactor was visible, 4 of them. 4 Small Lights immlunatde the ghostly figures"
Engineer: Sir There is one power system still operating just enough for miniman computer control and a transproter buffer I think the crew was, wait do you hear that?
* Noises could be heard strange scarping noises then suddenly, strange creatres started jumping out of the walls *
Marine: Everyone down, fire at will
* Phaser Fire Starts to rain out from the 4 crew members, hitting the strange creatures left and right, yet they still start to overwhelm them claws fangs started ripped at their hazard suits*
Captain Wells: Fall back! * they run into the engineers office and seal the door*, That should hold them off for ahwile, See what you can get from that console.
Engineer: Well I can tell you some infomation about this ship, It's at least 1,000 years old, remeber that nation that once traded with us at teh Starbase? Well the labgue and computer structe matchs that, but how this ship got out here is not noted. I have brought power back to the Tranporter systems, we can bring the life froms in the buffer back and beam them to the ship"
Captain Wells: Lets move out! Heavy Weapons! Use your Gernades and Quantum Brusts!
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On the Promethous:
Ops: reading other ships, Unknown Type, Low Yeild weapons and torpdeo l unchers. We should be able to defeat them
1st Officer: Red Alert, Alien ship, We did not know that this was your trading route, we apologize.
1st Officer: We have an away team on board the ship right now trying to find out where this ship came from. When they return with infomation about it we would be more than happy to share the ship with you. However please we do not wish to fight. Go ahead scan my ship,don't start somthing you can;t finish. Wait till our team gets back with infomation.

OOC: I should provide the stats of my ships. Hold on.

the creatures are somewhat small, metalic, almost insectile..... some of them that are shot fall to pieces..... some of them, not as damaged, recombine and scurry off.... their composition seems to match the material composition of the vessels hull....

When the transporters are reengaged, the crewmen in the buffers are non-com enlisted personnel.... all of them in a state of panic and fear, all but one in a catatonic state.....

the one consious one... just keeps repeating.... "they're onboard the ship.... they're onboard the ship..... oh god... the engineer! oh my god!!!"

The ships computer suddenly pulses to life.....

"Computer online.... 23% capacity..... Core damaged...."
"System diagnosis:"
"Kraskinov Generator..... offline"
"Warp drive..... offline"
"Matter-Antimatter Reactors..... 1.2.3.4... offline"
"Zero-Point Reactor..... online"
"Defensive systems..... offline"
"Life Support..... offline"
"Navigation.... offline"
"Internal Sensors..... 10% capacity"
"ALERT: Intruder a-a-a-lert.... Security officer report to engineering...."

OOC: My fleet.

Name: Gnat
Length: 60 ft.
Width: 40 ft.
Height: 14 ft.
Cargo Bays: 15
Weapons: Beam Laser
Shields: 0
Other: Cloaking Systems
Crew Quarters: 1
Maximum Range: 14 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 100

Name: Mosquito
Length: 60 ft.
Width: 40 ft.
Height: 14 ft.
Cargo Bays: 15
Weapons: Beam Laser, Military Laser
Shield Slots: Reflective Shields
Other: Targetting System
Crew Quarters: 1
Maximum Range: 13 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 100

Name: Grasshopper
Length: 360 ft.
Width: 200 ft.
Height: 100 ft.
Cargo Bays: 30
Weapons: Beam Laser, Military Laser
Shields: Energy Shield, Reflective Shields
Other: Targetting System, Cloaking System, Auto-repair device
Crew Quarters: 3
Maximum Range: 15 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 150

DSS Ubernoggin
Name: Wasp
Length: 500 ft.
Width: 150 ft.
Height: 125 ft.
Caro Bays: 35
Weapons: 2 Beam Lasers, Military Laser
Shields: Energy Shield, Reflective Shield
Other: Navigation System, Targetting System
Crew Quarters: 3
Maximum Range: 14 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 200

Get the idea of why I'm not in a hurry to fight, but still careful?

the creatures are somewhat small, metalic, almost insectile..... some of them that are shot fall to pieces..... some of them, not as damaged, recombine and scurry off.... their composition seems to match the material composition of the vessels hull....

When the transporters are reengaged, the crewmen in the buffers are non-com enlisted personnel.... all of them in a state of panic and fear, all but one in a catatonic state.....

the one consious one... just keeps repeating.... "they're onboard the ship.... they're onboard the ship..... oh god... the engineer! oh my god!!!"
Engineer: After using tha computer we need to cross this lunching bay to get to the transporter room.
Marine: I say we use heavy weapons there will be resitance here. But after that we should be home free.
Captain Wells: Use your Quantum Brusts http://www.ef-viper.ch/grafik/w_quantenstoss.jpg
* Hundards of strange creatures came from all sides, mini quantum torpedos flew out and destoryed dozens at a time*

OOC: My fleet.

Name: Gnat
Length: 60 ft.
Width: 40 ft.
Height: 14 ft.
Cargo Bays: 15
Weapons: Beam Laser
Shields: 0
Other: Cloaking Systems
Crew Quarters: 1
Maximum Range: 14 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 100

Name: Mosquito
Length: 60 ft.
Width: 40 ft.
Height: 14 ft.
Cargo Bays: 15
Weapons: Beam Laser, Military Laser
Shield Slots: Reflective Shields
Other: Targetting System
Crew Quarters: 1
Maximum Range: 13 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 100

Name: Grasshopper
Length: 360 ft.
Width: 200 ft.
Height: 100 ft.
Cargo Bays: 30
Weapons: Beam Laser, Military Laser
Shields: Energy Shield, Reflective Shields
Other: Targetting System, Cloaking System, Auto-repair device
Crew Quarters: 3
Maximum Range: 15 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 150

DSS Ubernoggin
Name: Wasp
Length: 500 ft.
Width: 150 ft.
Height: 125 ft.
Caro Bays: 35
Weapons: 2 Beam Lasers, Military Laser
Shields: Energy Shield, Reflective Shield
Other: Navigation System, Targetting System
Crew Quarters: 3
Maximum Range: 14 Parsecs
Hull Strength: 200

Get the idea of why I'm not in a hurry to fight, but still careful?

OOC: Specs for my Ship, I use pumped Treknolgoy
10X20Tj Quantum Phasers- They can destory the atomic bonds in a target, could pop those sheilds in one shot
10 Transpashic Torpedo Lunchers
3 Tractor beams
Regitive Sheilding
Temporal Sheilding
Phase Sheilding
Maximum Speed, Warp 9.9994
Fold Drive
Impluse Speed: .99c

"On second thought, we don't need this. Let's leave. Quickly," Enigma said.

With that the remaining ships quickly began jumping, using a scatter pattern to keep from being followed, as they made their way to the colony world.

Leaving engineering, a door is ajar leading into another massive room, inside there is the remnants of what used to be a massive ring..... now only parts of its lower half is intact..... the material is black, appearing to absorb all light hittings it... composed of some strange element, metalic in nature, almost crystiline, atomic number 299.... somehow existing in a stable state.... the ring looks like it exploded at some point in the past, char points and explosive damage can be seen on all the walls of the room.... massive plasma conduits, dark, run toward the ring..... covering the conduits, thousands of those creatures are eating the conduit!!!! Others are falling apart, and then reassembling as two creatures..... replicating themselves at an alarming rate....

"On second thought, we don't need this. Let's leave. Quickly," Enigma said.

With that the remaining ships quickly began jumping, using a scatter pattern to keep from being followed, as they made their way to the colony world.
1st Officer: I think we scared them
Ops: Should I hail them?
1st Officer: Yes, This is the 1st Officer of the Promethous we have no hositle intetions.
Ops; i do have their Quantum signature though.

Leaving engineering, a door is ajar leading into another massive room, inside there is the remnants of what used to be a massive ring..... now only parts of its lower half is intact..... the material is black, appearing to absorb all light hittings it... composed of some strange element, metalic in nature, almost crystiline, atomic number 299.... somehow existing in a stable state.... the ring looks like it exploded at some point in the past, char points and explosive damage can be seen on all the walls of the room.... massive plasma conduits, dark, run toward the ring..... covering the conduits, thousands of those creatures are eating the conduit!!!! Others are falling apart, and then reassembling as two creatures..... replicating themselves at an alarming rate....
OOC: Can we finish this tomarrow? It's getting latel, last post for me any attacks on me will be ignored up until I get hailed
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* The Mairne Galanced up at the ring *
Marine: Run now, just run
Captain Wells I hear ya!
* the 4 ran past the ring into the transporter room and sealed the doors *
Engineer: That should hold them for awhile, We have atmosphere for the time being I am now bringing the life froms out of the Transporter
* 1 Human Like Female and 1 Human Like Male in strange unifroms appeared dazed and confused *
Captain Wells: Promethous 6 to beam back
* They all dissapered and ended up on a transporter pad*
Captain Wells: Get these 2 to sickbays, I need some strechers in here! Find out where they came from and answer any ?'s they may have. Tomarrow I want to get a fully armed Hazard team to over and find out whats going on!
1st Officer: Of crouse!
* The 2 Aliens are led to sickbay, they are contsatly asking ?'s in an unknown Languge, which would be trasnlated by the time they got to sickbay*

OOC: Hope I'm not too late.

IC: The XNV Corvus was waiting for the new Mk.3 TCG gate to come online. She had been tasked to test the intersystem jump capabilites of the new gate, it was supposed to have a speed of 3000 light-years per hour, which would hopefully minimize any vector distortion from the odd region of space around the Xess system known as the No-Fly Zone.

Captain Janice Elliot was impatient, she paced the flag bridge out of a lack of anything better to do. "Tanaka is the gate crew anywhere done yet?" She asked her Chief of Staff, Lieutenant Commander Tanaka Williams.

"They say'll they'll be ready in a few minutes. But they've been saying that for hours now." The two officers chuckled. At that moment the gate techs came through on their promise and with a flash of light the gate was open.

A voice crackled over the comm interference created by the gate, "Allright Corvus, take her through."

"Helm, you heard the man. Take us in at seventy-five gees." Captain Elliot didn't feel the crushing acceleration thanks to the inertial dampning effect of the artificial gravity, but she did see the gate rusher closer. Faster than it should be. "Gate control is there a problem?"

"Abort your entry now Corvus. The hyper-tunnel has destabilized, it's drawing the gate machinery into itself." The technician yelled over the comm.

"ABORT! ABORT! Full reverse acceleration now!" Elliot was pushed out of her chair just slightly as the drives started adding hundreds of gees of negative acceleration just fast enough for the damping to hiccup. But it was of no use, the Corvus was being pulled steadily into the gate's now out of control hyper-tunnel.

Seconds later the Corvus fell into the tunnel. It was shot across the galaxy on an unkown vector for what seems like an eternity, but was in fact only a few minutes. The ship fell out of the tunnel surrounded by a sea of wreckage from the gate.

"Where are we?" Elliot demanded of her astrogator.

"Don't know yet sir. I'm still checking our relative position to the beacon pulsars. I should know in a few hours."

Elliot nodded, she didn't like the answer but she couldn't change it. She checked the plot and watched as the purple icons of unkown vessels picked up by the passive scanners appeared. "I see CIC is doing a good job as usual." She looked at the plot, one of the purple icons had become green haloed by a purple ring. "And it appears that one of those vessels could be an ECF ship. Bring us into real-time comm range helm. Let's see what's brought all these ships to the middle of nowhere."

Randomly a message broadcasts from the derelict.....

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Commanding Officers Log, Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Kraskinov, Commodore Julius V. Marcette commanding. Stellar Reference date, 41123.1.
The Kraskinov has just left space dock at Eagle One. We've been refitted with a new experimental Mark 10 Kraskinov Generator, our engineering crew is mostly researchers, to field test the new system. We have a bare skelleton crew onboard. We are now proceeding to sector 721, being escorted by the Pegasus. If this new mark 10 prooves reliable, we'll be able to start intergalactic exploration missions. The researchers tell me that the system can punch out our exploratory distance several hundred million light years. End log.

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Commanding Officers Log, Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Kraskinov, Commodore Julius Marcette commanding. Stellar Reference date, 41123.9.
We've arrived at the designated coordinates. The Pegasus has droped back several light years as we begin the test. The computer has plotted the coordinates, if all goes well, the next log should be somewhere near the rim of galaxy M33. Kraskinov is engaged, and wormhole formation seems to be stable. We are beginning to proceed into the k-tube..... oh shit... weps, incomming!.... end log.....

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Commanding Officers Log. Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Kraskinov, Commodore Julius Marcette commanding..... date... unknown...
Things have gone horribly.... We came under attack by unknown enemy vessels right as we entered the wormhole..... the energy bursts from the enemy weapons disrupted the Kraskinov generator, and distorted the worm hole, we've ended up somewhere deep in intergalactic space..... navigation systems are off line, sensors have placed us about 100,000 light years from the nearest galaxy, and we have begun to proceed at full warp. The energy blasts somehow pumped into the Kraskinov and destroyed it. We do not have enough Nq to rebuild the generator, and only have warp drive available.... but even if we could maintain maximum warp, it could take decades to make it. We've had some minor hull breeches, but the engineer has assured me we can get them patched up enough to conserve power. Ops has indicated an unknown t variance through the worm-hole.... we seem to have been flung back in time.... how far back, we don't know... end log.

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Commanding Officers Log. Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Kraskinov, Commodore Julius Marcette commanding..... 15 days since our excursion.
Sensors have picked up a derelict vessel.... yep, floating out here in intergalactic space. The engineer thinks maybe we can salvage materials from the vessel, though no Nq was found on the vessel, there's no telling how long it has been floating out here in the void of intergalactic space. I have hope at least it may have parts and materials that is adaptable to our vessel. End Log.

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Commanding Officers Log. Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Kraskinovm Commodore Julius Marcette commanding.... 17 days since our excursion.
The ship was a hulk, there wasn't much if anything valuable left in the ship. Though we have brought over several metric tons of hull materials and the like. Though two of the away team have gone missing. We are preparing to send over a search party... since we are having some malfunctions with our sensor suite. End Log...

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Commanding Officer Log. Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Kraskinov, Commodore Julius Marcette commanding.... 18 days since excursion.
We have found the bodies of the crewmen. To top all that off, malfunctions have increased, warp drive is offline, I have ordered the engineer to investigate. We have proceeded back towards the galaxy at maximum impulse.... of little avail that is. At this rate, it could take millenia to make it back... End log.

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Commanding Officers Log...... oh hell.... does it matter? The engineer found that the entire warp colameter field assembly is literally missing, almost as if it was eaten. And the malfunctions have gotten worse, all drive systems are offline... we're drifting on our momentum now.... several decks have locked down on their own, no explination... and no crew is reporting in from the lock down locations... end log.

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Commanding Officer Log.... shit... the Kraskinov is infested... When the engineering crews finally broke into the closed sections of the ship, it was found literall crawling with these... metal... robotic, or something insects... they are eating everything, power conduits, isolinear systems, plasma conduits... and... and replicating..... we've lost several crewmen, and they are advancing and taking over more decks.... We've attempted to hold back their onslaught, but the more we kill the more they replicate.... I have no clue what to do.... If ever there was a chance to make it back alive... I fear that hope is long gone now... What is worse is we are traveling on momentum to the galaxy, with no way to stop ourselves... We have to stop these THINGS... we can't let them make it back to civilization.... End log...

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Commanding Officers Log.... There are only a few pockets of us left... engineering is holding out, the main transporter room, and the bridge... the creatures have taken everything else.... Engineering has managed to route power from the ZPM to the bridge and engineering.... and we're holding them back with forcefields.... End log....

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Commanding Oficers log.... They have taken engineering.. though the engineer reported from the transporter room.... so some of the crew has managed to still hold out there.... though all internal communications have been cut now, and we do not know their present status.... the force fields are flucuating... with control of engineering, they have us cornered now... End log...

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Commanding Officers log.... The force fields are gone... they are already chewing through the door, we can hear them, there sounds like millions of them, behind the doors, in the bulkheads, under the deck...chewing and chewing.... we're all armed, we're not going down without a fight... Long live the Repu~"
[Archive damaged No Further messages]

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And then the transmission terminates.

Code: 56tty7hh6612rw584gs59vm320ynv04nq3495-0

Encryption Level: 46

Message:

A derelict craft has been spotted near the latest sector of exploration. Send a force composed of 75 Red Pikmin, 55 Yellow Pikmin and 20 Elite Guard (Yellow Pikmin) to investigate. Send 7 Sheargrub fighters, and 1 Bulborg Assault Transport as supprt and transport. Also, take a Bombardment Cannon, fitted with 55 FusedBombRocks, equipped on the Assault Transport.

Attack derelict craft if situation is deemed appropriate. Do not interfere with other spacecraft, unless they attempt to interfere with your operation.

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A small fleet, near the system in which the derelict craft is, enters slipspace. In a few minutes, they arrive at the targeted area.

The crafts exit slipspace, and see the derelict craft, looming in space. However, the Whimsical Radar is not yet activated, due to incompatibility between the organic and metallic parts. The other crafts are not sensed.

The ships advance quickly towards the large derelict craft, and drops 5 Yellow Pikmin, equipped with BombRockShard guns, and Flint Beetle Plate, and 15 Red Pikmin, ready to clear the way.

The Pikmin 'fall' towards the craft, preparing for the shock which will come after they hit, presuming that their launcher suits break on impact. (Pikmin are readily expendable, and require no air to live.)

The Bulborg then flies back a safe distance, and waits...

Suddenly, a strange message is broadcasted from the derelict craft. It was sent in a strange language, and was relayed to central command. However, the message would take some 2.3 hours to arrive...

OOC: bump

The Corvus had just reached real-time comm range of the ships. The external scopes had picked up a derelict vessel of some kind, 2/3 the length of the Cygnus-class Dreadnaught.

"Sir we're receiving a trasmission from the derelict." The comm officer paused with shock, "It's following Tekanian procedures sir, not any current ones but they're definately Tekanian."

"Let's here it lieutenant." Elliot froze as she heard the eerie logs of the captain. "Prepare a marine platoon for boarding operations, and contact the ECF ship. Let them know what we intend to do." The comm officer acknowledged the order, Elliot looked out the viewscreen at the drifting hulk, she had a bad feeling about this.

"Sir Our sensors are reading several vessels surrounding a derelict craft...what should we do...." Helmsmen David Burk looked over his shoulder at the Capitan he was sitting in his chair looking at the viewscreen.....
"Hail them....figure out whats going on and if the need assistance....send a message rocket Home tell them what going on....Yellow alert"
"SIR!" David pressed the yellow alert button and sent out a message rocket...
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The small message rocket slipped out of torpedo tube 5 and raced away from the Juggernaut and the space around it bent and it was gone...
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The Juggernaut flew toward the ships broadcasting hailing frequensys........
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"Sir I'm picking up something" said Tracy Gurp his communication helmsmen...
"Speaker' "Sir" when the captions log was finished he stood up and walked over to a console inserted a key turned it...."Code?" said the computer the capitol closed his eyes and said "All for one"
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The Cryotubes housing 27 Vanguard gave a hiss and opened.... Some moans could be heard as they sat up and crawled out of the tubes.... They didn't have to wait long until the caption joined them... He briefed them on the situation....The geared up and got ready for a fight....

About 5500 light years away.... The TRSS Titan is orbiting a refit facility, just back from it's first extra-galactic exploratory mission....

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Commanding Officers Log, Tekanian Republic Stellar Ship Titan, Rear Admiral Gregory Wadrill commanding. Stellar Refference Date, 42809.3

We have just completed resupply at Outpost Station 277. The crew is just returning from well earned shore leave at the planetary colony. Soon we will be embarking for Eagle One station, and home... for some time at least... end log...
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A young lieutenant at the com station spins around... "Sir... we're receiving a transponder, and unencrypted logs.... sir, it's Tekanian... transponder code identifies it as the BSGX-5, the Kraskinov sir..."

"The Kraskinov..." RADM Wadrill blurts out in surprise... "She vanished more than a year ago during the test of the Mark 10."

"Yes sir, but there seems to be some discrepancy in the transponder, the date stamp is wrong, the transmission origination stamp is 3042809.36..." the Lietenant says in surprise...

"That's got to be an error, that is more than 4000 standard years off.... Do you have an origination point on the signal?" the RADM asks...

"Yes sir, sector refference 3428, appears to be in the freight lanes of one of the trader nations. I've sent a standard hail to the Kraskinov, but there does not appear to be any receipt of message on encrypted channels." the Lt. responds.

"Ops...." the RADM commands, flipping around..."Any other SCV's in the area?"

"No sir... " responds LCDR Drake... "We're the only SCV in this quadrant at present."

"Ok, plot coordinates for K-tube insersion, put us within 5 million kilometers of the Kraskinov.." commands the RADM.

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Within moments the Titan pulls from the planets gravity....

Skirting away from the planet, massive energies surge in her hull. Within seconds a massive rift begins forming before her...... at the same time, 5500 ly's away, another identical rift begins tearing into the fabric of space a couple million kilometers from the Derelict Kraskinov...... The Titan enters the rift, and within seconds is emerging from the other end near the Derelict Kraskinov...

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"Sir..." says LCDR Drake..." Sensors reading minimal power and life support on the Kraskinov, some life signs, none matching Tekanian physiology. Anti-matter and deuterium stores are depleted, ZPM still operating at marginal levels.... Massive sections of the hull are ruptured... neutronium armor is gone, regenerative armor is off line, shield emiters... aren't even there. only reading 20 metric tons of NQ, so her Kraskinov Generator has appearantly been massively damaged. Computer Core is almost gone, fully 20% of it is left intact. Hull scorching comparible to weapons fire. I am also reading faint energy signatures all over the craft, but don't seem to relate to any ship systems.... can't seem to lock onto them... it appears to be comming from the ship itself. Sir, decay readings of the hull are consistent with the datestamp on the transponder....."

"She's been drifting for thousands of years... but how... I saw this ship leave spacedock not much more than a year ago.... Helm, take us in to ten thousand kilometers....." commands RADM Wadrill

The astrogator had a bad look on her face, "Sir, I can't find more than one of the beacon pulsars, that's not enough to triangulate our position. I don't even know if we're still in the Milky Way."

"Keep trying. Maybe we're just further out than we thought." Elliot said to the young officer. "We know the Navy won't abandon us."

The astrogator smiled at Elliot's statement. It's true, she thought, even if it's just because one of their new expensive dreadnaughts isn't worth abandoning.

"Sir, the tachyon early warning system has picked up an FTL event 5 million km out from the derelict. The signature is consistent with a Tekanian Kraskinov."

Elliot nodded, so Tekania had come to claim their old hulk, I'd do the same she thought to herself. "Hail them, forward the transmission received earlier. They'll want to know." The comm officer nodded, "Tekanian vessel, this is Captain Elliot of the XNV Corvus. We offer our assistance with re-claiming your derelic if you give us access to your astrographic database so we can find out where we are."

The Juggernaut came within range to see what was happing in there view screens several ships from different origins all had positions around it...
"Hail Them ask if they are in need of assistance....i want to know what the situation is three minutes ago....Bring up all turrets on line prepare to defend us if need be but do not target anyone...Tell the Marines and van guard to stand by and get some water and something to eat...."
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The Juggernaut is a semi large troop transport holding about 10000 this run they only have 50, 27 Vanguard and 20 Marines and 3 civilians its has 6 minigun turrets and 5 torpedo tubes.
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Too late to get in on this?

Too late to get in on this?

ooc: nope :D

The Expiditionary was busy on routine patrols through the open space, searching for pirate scum, or other such threats. She was a Bladerunner class, with all the trimmings.
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And would be ready. The Captain, a Burman by the last name of Huntings, was asleep, his glasses perched at the end of his snout. The Science officer sat, watching the screens.
"Can't wait till the next shift, ehh Captian?" he asked, when he recieved no responce, he looked around, and saw him asleep. "Captain's asleep, maybe we should sneak outta here early." he asked Hawkings sarcastically, to see if he was faking. He recieved no responce. Hawkings left his post, and walked over to the sleeping captain, he punched the red button on the keypad, which enabled the Condition Red. Klaxons sounded, and the computer announced the Alert Status.
The captain jumped out of his seat, and hit the ceiling. litterally. The entire bridge crew was on the floor laughing their collective heads off.
"Damn." He muttered, rubbing his head. Had it been any other captain, he would have cut their rasions, but if it had been someone else asleep, he would have pulled the same prank.
"Lets pull outta Drive to switch shifts captain, we're all falling asleep."
"I agree." He said, and saw the helmsman slow the ship out of Drive.
"Good, now lets all get some-" He was cut off by a beep from the computer. The screen was flashing: PROXIMITY ALERT

"Whats going on?" Hawkings asked, and the main screen flickered to a picture of a large, unknown craft.
"Damned if I know." The science officer said.
"Open Communications." The captian said.

Unknown Vessels, we require information about the recent events in this area

"There, I hope that sounded official enough." he said to his crew.

"Sir..." says the communications officer on the Titan.... "We've got vessels in the area, two of them match the energy signatures of Xessmithian and ECF vessels.... There are also a few unknown vessels."

"Ops, there look like there is anything classified left on the Kraskinov?" asks RADM Wadrill.

"Well, about 1/3 of the Kraskinov Generator is still over there, doubt they would be able to make much of it.... though that still means there is quite abit of NQ299 debries onboard in the generator room... Otherwise the vessel is a hulk... I'd advise warning them about the material, in case they get any ideas...." says the operations officer.... "Might advise them to keep out of the compartment forward of engineering till we can remove all the debries... I doubt any of these races know how to handle the material..."

"Good idea..... Colonel Longstreet, I want you to assemble a security detail, and prepare to board the Kraskinov... concentrate on the bridge, computer core, main engineering and the Kraskinov Generator Room......" commands RADM Wadrill......

"Yes sir", responds the ship's commandant, Colonel Frederick Longstreet.

"Open up a general channel...." the RADM commands....
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This is Rear Admiral Gregory Wadrill, commanding officer of the Titan. The situation around this vessels presence and state is still a partial mystery. We are presently beginning an evaluation on what has happened here. Any information gathered by other parties at this time will be welcomed. Be advised, we will be sending over details to the Kraskinov to investigate, please keep out of our personnels way. In addition, the compartment foreward of the engineering room is to be considered offlimits. Nq299 debries are present, and we will evaluate their removal later. Nq299 is the primary component in our Kraskinov Generator, it is an... interesting material that acts as an energy amplifier.... it is advised to steer clear, and any sitings of the material located anywhere else on the vessel is requested to be reported to the TRSS Titan.... Repeat the material is very, odd, and handling of it has to be done properly... the last race to mess with our Nq299 ended up destroying their entire solar system... and that isn't an exageration, their sun, all the planets..... the whole lot.... and that was only 2 tons of the stuff, there are presently about 20 on the Kraskinov... And please, if anyone decides to take pot shots at anyone else, keep the weapons fire away from the derelict.... Titan out.....

The caption of the Juggernaut ran to the deck.. When he entered the bridge he looked at his communication helmsmen "What is it?"
"we have a ship of our stern Hailing us ...sir" The caption reviewed the message
"Tell them that we have just entered this area and are wondering whats going on.... What we do know is that theres a derelict space craft and allot of people are interested in it...im not moving any closer until i think its safe i don't think a ship coming in close behind them is gonna make them happy " The Capitan opened a communication link to the Deck with the Marines and Vanguard "We have a ship at our stern....be advised..."

"Open a channel" The captain said, "This is Captain Huntings, of the Siesatian Navy. We thank you for your advice, and will stay clear of this 'NQ299 debris' but will head to investigate the ship ourselves. Unless this is a rescue operation of sorts, then we will be glad to assist in any way possible."
He waited, not noticing his shields and weapons were still up from the joke his crew had pulled on him.

"We will follow you in Capitan Huntings....by the way this is The Juggernaut Of the Neoman Space force.....i do have a question why are you sheilds and weapon systems online....are you looking to get blown up or somethin?"
The juggernauts engines lit up and he followed the space craft in.....
All the men went aboard Equipped them selves for battle...

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The TRSS Titan is almost identical to the Kraskinov... although it look much newer.... it in fact is about 6 months "newer" in terms of launch date..... TRSS Titan hull number BSG-6 is the direct sister ship of the Kraskinov, BSGX-5... who are in turn improved vessels of the Tekanian Orion Class Sector Control Vessels.... also in the class:
TRSS Orion, BSG-1
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TRSS Pegasus, BSG-2
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TRSS Chronos, BSG-3
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TRSS Zeus, BSG-4
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Each vessel is about 13.8 million metric tons (13,800,000 metric tons) and about 1200 meters in length, about 600 meters in width, and almost 400 meters in height.

Propulsion includes impulse drive for sublight speet, warp drive, and the Kraskinov Drive... power is produced by 4 MARC's and 1 ZPM reactor. total capable power output just over 30 exawatts.... full superluminal warp speed is just over warp 7..... (Kraskinov Tube however velocity becomes meaningless).

Standard compliment is about 1800 crew, 1500 marines, and 800 flight crew.
Carrying 720 various fighter craft, assault craft and transport craft.

The vessel boasts 5mm of neutronium composite armor, 100cm of regenerative ablative armor, and 6 deflector shield grids.

It has 80 170TW Phased Particle Cannons (Phaser cannons), 150 50 TW Plasma Cannons (anti-fighter point defense), and 24 Torpedo tubes, capable of launching both ZPE torpedoes, M/A torpedoes and Nq299 boost torpedoes.... with yields anywhere between 40 gigatons, and 92 exatons (42,000,000,000 to 92,000,000,000,000,000).

"Have the Wanzers been equipped yet?" The captain asked.
"Why do we have those piles of junk again sir?" The leutinent asked.
"Because they're useful for boarding operations, I've told you this."
"Well, they're just piles of junk to me, anyway, we only have two availiable at the moment, I do have some other equipment ready though."
"Good, List them out."
"Two Wanzers, and an HT3."
"Good, the wanzers do the heavy lifting, the HT3 does the armoured transport duty."
"Yessir."


Wanzer:
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HT3:
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The Men Boarded the ship busters(Used to enter ships)
as soon as the men boarded the ships the ships hatches seeled off and the men sat into there seats....
"Hail the TRSS Titan...th message we will send our men to the ship with there men..."

A set of unkown ships appear out of hyperspace. The ships hold position as they scan the unusual ship. The 5 half earth sized ships of the fleet approach the unmarked ship and begin docking regulations. The unmarked ship is docked by a small Tachyon ship. The tachyon is carrying 100 armed men,10 medics, and 5 repair men. After hailing the unmarked ship with no reply they begun boarding. once onboard they found themselves in an airlock. After more scans of the ship they found the main control deck and commanded the men to retrieve all data from its main computers. The men begin to move on to the control deck.

OOC:
The ships that appeared:
ASC Flagships 1-5-Pheonix Of Ages,Midnight,Angel,Warrior,And Event Horizen
200 FFS-Raptors
200 GRC FragMans
60 FireStarters
150 helblidis
and
150 Hacked Kryptonite BattleCruisers

"What's Nq 299?" Asked the comm officer.

"Probably an isotope of a super-heavy element. How they 20 tons of the stuff is beyond me." Answered Captain Elliot. "Relay the following message. Rear Admiral Wadrill, this is the XNV Corvus, Captain Janice Elliot commanding. We'll be sure to keep clear of the depris. Thanks for the heads up sir." With that she cut the transmission.

"Shall I give the marines to go ahead sir?" Asked the ops officer.

"Indeed, tell them to keep their eyes sharp. I still don't have a good feeling about this." Elliot said. She turned to the viewscreen showing the hulk, she just barely suppressed a shiver.

*****

Captain Sanchez stood infront of his marines. Dressed in full battle armor as he was they were a sight to behold. The glistening black armor plating of the enironment suit, with a blue rank marking on the left breast plate, was designed to be as impressive as it was effective.

"All right men, we don't know what we're up against. All we know is that something was running loose in that ship, and it killed all it's crew and chewed through it's bulkheads. I don't want any of you punks to be an idiot and stray from your squad. Do you understand?" Sanchez yelled over the suits comm systems.

"Yes Sir!" The group of fifty marines answered.

"Very good." Sanchez paused, "Move out marines!"

With that the marines rushed into their dropship. As soon as it was full it detached from the Corvus and sped off towards the drifting Tekanian vessel.

A channel opened to Xessmithia, the person on screen said "well well... It seems we meet again. Our ships were on their way from the test of the D-Drive and we picked this ship up. We are wondering if you can assist us in reactivating this ship. We are to begin copying data and studying the ships design. But we do not have enough mechanics with us... So? Could you help us?" The transmission ended.

The 115 men have almost reached the control room when they were told to stop by the POA. The ship sayed it was recieving a signal about the D-Drive. The gate had not completely closed but it was going to be forced closed by another ship. The men were told to stay put in case they were required.

*Only 20% of the computer core is left intact... banks contain little more than crew logs and cursory navigational logs.
Warp Drive is offline, MARC's are operational, but the M/A stows and deuterium tanks are dry. The ZPM is marginally operative. The Kraskinov Drive is destroyed, only partial debries of the Nq299 that composes the generator unit is still present (about 15% of the original composition). Power distribution is almost non-existant. Armor is gone, shields are literally gone, the emiters themselves (remember, this ship has been the food source for these creatures for the last 2-3 thousand years). The ship is literally crawling inside with 200cm long mechanical insects.... and they attack anything that moves.



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From the starboard bay of the Titan, 20 Aurora class assault shuttles disembark.
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And then make a beeline for the derelict TRSS Kraskinov.

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Transmission insues... and Rear Admiral Wadrill's image appears on screen.
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"I Would like to reiterate. While others are allowed to look over and board the vessels.. All other ships personnel are to steer clear, and not hamper the efforts of our investigative teams. Titan's investigative and security personnel are on their to the Kraskinov at this time."

The 115 men are told to pull out thier heavy artillery in case they intercept one of these creatures. The armaments the men carry are smaller versions of the gravity rays also they contain a "chaingun" a system that fires a barage of harpoons at the enemy. The men are told to continue operations and they have arivved at the control deck. They have begun activating a small power core brought onboard to reactivate the evac pods and pod ejection data.

soon a dispatch ship appears and unloads two F.A.R.Q.s that move swiftley to the control center. They attack a bug on the way and luckily come out un-damaged.

The 5 mechanics found what seems to be an ancient log of evac pods it seems only three were fired but soon after were destroyed. The mechanics moved on to restoring the 20% of data left in the computer core.

OOC: Sorry, Im going to have to pull out, I have other, bigger rps to be involved in, but if there's any fights, feel free to contact me, and I'll surely join in.

The Aurora's land in the remnants of the Kraskinov's landing bays.

Within moments, engineers and marines pour out in teams...

"Ok marines.... Our first objective is the Kraskinov Generator room..... Guard the engineers.... get out the containment pods, we need to evaluate the material and get it out of here before something bad happens... y'all know the drill and the handling situation. Remember, this stuff could be distabilized, and dangerous... take no chances and be careful, if even alittle bit has been converted to Nq304... it can be an even far deadlier situation." says a TRSMC Major.

The marines begin moving out in tight groups.... as they make their way to the generator room, they find thousands of "insects" crawling all over the room.....

"Marines, watch the Nq299.... open fire on the creatures, but keep your shots clear of the Nq299 debries...!"

They begin to blanket fire at creatures still chewing up the plasma conduits.. massive groups of the creatures begin to advance on the Tekanian marines... and the battle insues...

The men in the control room hear gun fire and reactivate secuirity cameras placed on the way to the control room by the FARQs. one camera located by the entrance to the location of the Nq299 was picking up more of the "insects". Another dispatch ship appears and unloads 100 FARQs that begin moving towards the contaminated area. When the FARQs arrived they were told to fire away from the Nq299. The FARQs signaled to the mechanics to work on getting the Nq299 contained while them and the marines attacked the "insects".

The marines stormed into the derelict through one of the airlocks. They quickly established a perimeter in the corridor. Sanchez stepped out, assault rifle in hand, and surveyed the scene.

The ship was depressurized and the artificial gravity was sporadic. "Keep your electromagnetic clamps on men. We don't want anyone floating off." Sanchez ordered.

They two platoons which had boarded the ship set off in opposite directions. Sanchez leading the one that headed towards the bow. His comm crackled and the incomming message icon flashed on his HUD. "Sanchez, this Captain Elliot. Try to access their astrogation logs. We could use them to find our way back to familiar space. And watch out, we still don't know what took this ship down in the first place."

"Acknowledged sir." Sanchez cut off the ship comm and activated the marine comm, "Allright folks we're going for the astrogation archives. My platoon will head for the command deck, Lieutenant Franks' will head for the computer core."

Sanchez was barraged with a flurry of ackowledgments as he set off down the corridor. His suits electromagnetic boot clamps keeping him firmly secured to the floor, or walls as was the case with some of the other marines.

He could feel slight vibrations through the deck. Like something was scurrying just beneath it. He looked around, his motion detector showed only his marines. He continued onward, checking his weapon as he went. As he reloaded his rifle he thought, I don't know what's out there, but it sure as hell isn't going to get me without a fight.

Soon after the FARQs arrived in the generator room the "insects" began jumping at thye ASC ships near by. The ships open fire with the FFS Raptors and GRC FragMans. All of the bugs are being destroyed as the FARQs and marines battle the other bugs inside.
Over comms comes a voice "The bugs are approaching the control deck we are attempting to seal of the deck by jetesoning the main deck we suggest you put on some space suits or you will die." Then the main control deck begins procedure for ejection. The POA is readyed for emergency tronsport through D-Drive transport.

Over comms a command was given from the POA to all ASC men+mechs to keep the creatures from the control deck and the computer core. Then they were told to jeteson the computer core to a catch ship that would bring it to saifty.

The computer core and main control deck have been jetesoned and all of the creatures seemed to have converted their attacks from the POA to the ejected systems. The FFS Raptors and GRC FragMans have begun gaurding the ejected modules.

Sanchez was making good time towards the command deck. His platoon was only a few frames away when they appeared.

For all appearances they looked like giant metal bugs. Sanchez's platoon was shocked for a moment, but then doing what marines do best.

The corridor lit up as the marines opened fire with their assault rifles. Bug after bug shattered as 30 km/s velocity bullets drove into their mass.

"Conserve your ammo men!" Sanchez yelled as he replaced his rifles spent magazine with a fresh one filled with 80 armor piercing rounds.

The sound would have been deafening were there an atmosphere to carry it. Hundreds of the bugs were swarming into the corridor. The marines held their ground under the onslaught. One marine was caught off guard and a bug leapt onto his chest. His rifle knocked out of his hand the marine fumbled for his pistol as the bug pounded on his armor. A burst of fire caught the bug, shattering it into thousands of pieces.

"Be more carefull marine." Sanchez said as he tossed the marine his lost rifle.

"Hit the deck!" A marine yelled as three fragmentation grenades were tossed into the midst of the bug swarm. The marines complied flattening themselvs onto the deck as the grenades exloded ina brief flash of light. Sanchez could hear the shrapnel ricocheting off his armor.

As the marines moved forward, they saw that the grenades had taken out all but a few of the bugs. Those were quickly eliminated by a hail of bullets.

"All right. Let's get to that command deck on the double. We don't want to face anymore of those things." With that the platoon set off at a run for the command deck.

Over the comms came a voice "Thats gonna be hard to get to the command deck... its been jetesoned. The computer core and command deck are being brought to safe confines within the Pheonix Shield."

The Xessmithia forces meet up with two FARQs the two FARQs analyse the personel and state them as allies then continue scanning the pieces of the insects. The pieces are parts from a creature called a "replicator". The FARQs begin looking for the queen. The FARQs tell the Xessmithia men to evac soon as possible due to dangerous chemicals left when the computer core jetesoned.

The platoon arrived at the command deck only to find empty space. Just then a voice came over the ships comm to calmly say that it and the computer core had somehow been jettisoned.

"Whose brilliant idea was it to jettison the godamned command deck!" Sanchez yelled in annoyance. "Everyone back to the dropship on the double. We gotta get outa here before we get overwhelmed by those bugs."

The platoon arrived with Lieutenant Franks' at the airlock at practically the same time. They hurried into the airlock only to find that the dropship was missing.

"What happened Captain?" A marine asked.

Sanchez looked at the display on the airlock. "The damn thing was jettisoned when those morons decided to blow the command deck off the ship." He sighed, "Call in another dropship. We'll have to hold here until it arrives."

A bug chose that moment to attack, it was quickly blasted by several marines. "We're getting low on ammo Captain."

"I know private. Just hold on, the drop ship will get here."

The marine's helmeted head nodded and he loaded his weapon. Sanchez nodded back, and the bugs attacked.

Just then a drop ship of ASC arrived in the docking zone it opened its doors and ten armed marines yelled to them to get on-board. On the way to the command deck the ten marines filled them in on what was going on.

Sanchez was down to his last clip, he jammed it into his rifle and began taking carefully selected shots at the bugs. Three marines had died after the bugs had sprayed them with some corrosive agent and their suits depressurized. The the 47 marines remaining were fighting a losing battle.

Sanchez was about to order them to take a last ditch retreat out the airlock when an ASC drop ship docked. Ten marines rushed out.

"Into the drop ship men!" Sanchez wasted no time in ordering. The marines piled into the ship, taking their fallen comrades with them while the ASC marines fought off the last of the bugs.

Soon they were safely away from the drifting Tekanian vessel. Sanchez removed his helmet, "Would somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?"

The last of the Nq299 is loaded into containment vessels, and the marines and engineers begin fighting their way back to the Aurora's in the launch bay.... "bugs" blowing up left and right from the marine's phase-rifles, some of them reassembling.... and continuing their onslaught. The going in slow, but the team manages to make it back with minimal losses...... And engineers begin imediately loading the containers on the shuttles....

"Titan, this is Major Leeton... we're loading the Nq299 on the Aurora's.... we'll begin phase two and take the bridge as soon as we get it the stuff off the ship...."

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"That's a negative Major, Bridge has been removed, as well as the remainder of the computer core.... the vessel is a hulk..... as soon as you're loaded, approach into landing pattern of the Titan, each shuttle will be searched and scanned before and after landing.... we don't want any bugs getting over here..... As soon as all shuttles are down, we will begin operations for a class Epsilon containment of the Kraskinov..... All marines are to immediately set condition four readiness incase other parties disagree, as soon as you've landed."

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"Roger that Titan.... Major Leeton out..... Ok! let's move!"

As the last containers are loaded the Auroras pull from the landing bay, firing straffing shots down the bay at the "bugs"... and moving out at full velocity...

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Onboard the Titan....

"Computer, this is Rear Admiral Wadrill, Gregory P. activate emergency procedure Epislon... Disengage safty protocols, authorization Ceti-Five-Tau-Nine-Sigma-Lamba-Four-Seven" says the RADM.

"Authorization validated...." responds the computer.

"Computer, this is Commodore Harding, Matthew S. concur activiation of emergy procedure Epsilon... Disengage protocols, authorization Iota-Lamba-Four-Seven-Eta-Mu-Two-Eight." says the XO.

"Authorization validated..... Kraskinov Generator safty protocols disengaged.... Temporal Protocols disengaged...." responds the computer.

"Communications? Open a general channel...." commands RADM Wadrill.

"Channels open sir..." responds the lieutenant....

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This is the TRSS Titan, due to the dangerous nature of these creatures, we have determined we cannot let them reach civilized space.... As such, it is my determination that the derelict TRSS Kraskinov be completely elimated. As such, in a short while we will begin generation of a K-tube, outlet into deep-intergalactic space.... with 0 safty and temporal protocols engaged.... transit time through the K-tube is about 7.3 seconds, we will disengage the system after 3 seconds.... We will being operations shortly.... and ships with crews still on the vessel are hereby warned to remove all boarding parties... Titan out....

"Sir..." says the communications officer on the Titan.... "We've got vessels in the area, two of them match the energy signatures of Xessmithian and ECF vessels.... There are also a few unknown vessels."

"Ops, there look like there is anything classified left on the Kraskinov?" asks RADM Wadrill.

"Well, about 1/3 of the Kraskinov Generator is still over there, doubt they would be able to make much of it.... though that still means there is quite abit of NQ299 debries onboard in the generator room... Otherwise the vessel is a hulk... I'd advise warning them about the material, in case they get any ideas...." says the operations officer.... "Might advise them to keep out of the compartment forward of engineering till we can remove all the debries... I doubt any of these races know how to handle the material..."

"Good idea..... Colonel Longstreet, I want you to assemble a security detail, and prepare to board the Kraskinov... concentrate on the bridge, computer core, main engineering and the Kraskinov Generator Room......" commands RADM Wadrill......

"Yes sir", responds the ship's commandant, Colonel Frederick Longstreet.

"Open up a general channel...." the RADM commands....
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This is Rear Admiral Gregory Wadrill, commanding officer of the Titan. The situation around this vessels presence and state is still a partial mystery. We are presently beginning an evaluation on what has happened here. Any information gathered by other parties at this time will be welcomed. Be advised, we will be sending over details to the Kraskinov to investigate, please keep out of our personnels way. In addition, the compartment foreward of the engineering room is to be considered offlimits. Nq299 debries are present, and we will evaluate their removal later. Nq299 is the primary component in our Kraskinov Generator, it is an... interesting material that acts as an energy amplifier.... it is advised to steer clear, and any sitings of the material located anywhere else on the vessel is requested to be reported to the TRSS Titan.... Repeat the material is very, odd, and handling of it has to be done properly... the last race to mess with our Nq299 ended up destroying their entire solar system... and that isn't an exageration, their sun, all the planets..... the whole lot.... and that was only 2 tons of the stuff, there are presently about 20 on the Kraskinov... And please, if anyone decides to take pot shots at anyone else, keep the weapons fire away from the derelict.... Titan out.....
Captain Wells: We DID find Nq299, Admiral. And some of it was in a strange type of generator. We got here before anyone else did. We did intensive scans of all drive systems in engineering. We have no use for any of your technongy so don't worry about us taking anything. However prehaps you should know this Nq299 as you call it. Is giving off a strange type of energy that our tri corders cannot recgonize. We tried to match the energy signatures with ships from your fleet, not a single one matched. We belive this was an experimental vessel. Its not giving off any Kraskinov energy signatures, it giving off somthing...else. An Hazard team inculding myself enterened engine room 1. We were attacked by strange creatures. There appeared to be a leader http://igrozone.com/pic/screen/star%20trek%20elite%20force%202/st01.jpg
there was also over 10,000 of smaller ones http://igrozone.com/pic/screen/star%20trek%20elite%20force%202/st04.jpg
This generator and fuel is CREATING these creatures. You must investigate this could proove a danger to your entire fleet if any other types of this reactor are in service, but it does not match any drive systems on your vessel. This was not an outside attack, this was an inside job.
We also found 2 Crewmen in a transporter buffer. They are currently undergoing treatment, Once they have been healed and physicaly rehabilited they will be returned to you. Normally I would return them right now, but we put our ass on the line and almost got killed to save them, so I'd like to see them through to recovery. Wells out.

Soon a transmission was sent to all of the surrounding parties that the core has been reactivated and is now onboard the Event Horizen. The command deck has been scheduled to be scanned for "Bugs" and will soon be set in a docking bay on board.

OOC: ECF I think we're dealing with these things, http://www.shortty.co.uk/stargatesg-1/pictures/pictures/tn/401-replicator.jpg

OOC: At least thats what our FARQs, and men were attacking.

The Drop Ship From the Juggernaut raced in next to the Air lock thousands of the bugs crawled all over the air lock.... The Pilot waited for a minute as his 50. caliber mini guns locked onto the mass of the bugs....

"FIRE!" the drop ships mini guns came alive and annihilated everything in there path....

When the mini guns came alive a umbilical cord detached from the drop ship and stretched over to the derelict space craft...as soon as it secured itself to the deck 15 Marines and 27 Vanguard flowed out of the cord and the Smart guns(like in Aliens) came alive blowing past the few left bugs.... "Move out GO! GO! GO!" the lead Vanguard yelled the all ran toward the generator room...When they got there it was overrun by bugs....."FIRE!!!" all the soldiers but one lifted the Guns and started firring bugs screeched and started moving in.... on Marine ran over to a small amount of Nq299 and collected it in a small vial...."Christ this shits heavy!" yelled the Marine as he ran back toward his fellow soldiers bugs were all around him being held off by the smart guns he ran past the soldiers and ran start toward the dropship....

"Marines WE ARE LEAVING SUPPRESSIVE FIRE GET TO THE UMBILICAL GO GO GO!!" All the men started falling back toward the umbilical some men fell as the bugs overran them "FALL BACK FALL BACK GOGOGO" the men started sprinting back to the umbilical cord the bugs were right behind them when the reached the umbilical the all jumped in and the mini guns came alive again... There were to many bugs this time and they started jumping toward the drop ship.... the drop ship speed off 5000M turned and started firring again trying to hold off the bugs until the Juggernaut could back them up with the turrets...

The Capitan was viewing what was going on thought his monitor..."SHIT! he ran over to the weapons helmsmen "Cover them use the turrets but watch your fire!" "SIR!"

The juggernauts mini gun turrets took a few seconds to aim and let lose upon the airlock which the Marines had come mowing down everything in there way...The drop ship engines lit up and raced back to the ship after a cleansing of the ship(checking for bugs) the ship docked and them men got out... many were cut up or in some way ingured.... the Marine with the vial gave it to a helmsmen who took it and placed it into a Substance classifiyer....after 3 minutes the screen above the machine blinked UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE....

"sir lost 7 Marines and 5 Vanguard " "god damn it..." the capitol sat back into his chair and viewed his monitor again... "God damn it we didn't even puncture there hull with out 50 cal mini guns what the hell type of metal is on that ship..." "we could go back and take a sa-" "no Ive lost to many men even on that run.....Prepare the Nuclear torpedoes.....target the derelict ship.....Do not fire yet wait and see what The Titon says about us using our torpedoes before we go nuking anything..."

Out of hyperspace another craft appeared. Onboard the craft was an army of Droidcas(RDs), a military research/fighting droid used for these reasons. The ship launched the army on the derelict ship. All of the Droidcas landed and opened fire on the Replicators(scans have marked them as a spieces of replicator), after clearing most of them the RDs began a straight move for the generator. Over comms the captain of the RD dropship commanded the RDs to reactivate what they could on the ship. Then a different voice opened comms to all ships in a 1/2lightyear range and said "We are to clear this ship of the bugs and repair it. No one open fire till it is marked fully un operational. If you open fire before you will be attacked." Just then what appeared to be 5 large domes with tails appeared out of hyperspace along with 10 satalites, 5 looked like giant guns(Gravity Cannons), and 5 looked like Mjolnir Remote Beam Cannons only bigger(GravityCannonBeams). The satalites were set for defence of the ship.

Sanchez was anxious. He'd asked the ASC pilot to take his marines back to the Corvus several times, to no avail.

"Look, we need to get back to debrief. Those things are a serious threat to the galaxy. We can't stay out here forever. You'll even get refueled if you take us back." He yelled at the pilot, trying to convince him to take him and his marines back to the dreadnaught.

The dropship linked up with another dropship that is pre-programmed to send the Xessmithia people back to the Dreadnaught. After link-up the men are on-board and headed to the Dreadnaught. While the other dropship docks with the caommand module to scan.

The droidcas tried to reactivate the generator with no luck they were sent to flush this unknown core system to contain it. After the core was contained in a shield the statlites charged and readyed to fire upon the useless ship hull ahead of them.

"All hands, set condition 5.....prepare to open file on the Kraskinov." yells RADM Wadrill....

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Outside, the TRSS Titan's regenerative armor and shields come online... her landing-bay pods retract to become flush with the hull. she turns to present her port side to the TRSS Kraskinov's hulk. Weapons systems begin charging, and phase cannon turrents spin to track on the hulk.

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The TRSS Titan is preparing to fire on the Kraskinov hulk, we encourage others to...... oh shit (The transmission cuts....)

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A odd looking cylindrical ship blasts from the TRSS Kraskinov's starboard landing bay... and begins accellerating from the derelict.... and then within moments the small ship begins to emit high neutrino emitions.... and space before it begins to rupture.....

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"My God...." remarks the XO.

"They've somehow managed to make their own Kraskinov, they must have managed to retrieve the design specs while "consuming" the comp-core." remarks RADM Wadrill. "We can't risk firing on it while the drive is online.... Ops.... I want you to try to extrapolate the destination from the stream."

"Aye sir..." says the Lieutenant at the operations console.

The satalites begin to turn as they fire to miss any ships and the ship hull barely missing the titan.

"oh Shit I'm Not Letting Them Escape!!! Fire All Torpedoes!!! Take Them Down Take Them Down!!! Bring On line All Vulcan Cannons Target Them Fire!!!"
screamed the Capitan as he ran up to the deck

The Juggernaut turned slightly to the escaping ship all 4 torpedoes fired from the tubes and both Vulcan cannons fired the 50. cal shells at the ship...

"God save us all...." the Capitan said as he looked at his veiwscreen....

"Tactical, fire 4 naquadau boost torpedoes into the appature.... we need to destabalize that thing before they escape...." screams RADM Wadrill.

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The Titan turns again, bringing her starboard side to bear on the wormhole apature being formed by the small cyclinders drive... 4 tubes on the starboard side of the Titan light up, as purple glowing torpedoes rocket out of each tube, coming to bear on the apature... and then exploding in massive blue-white flashes when they approach its event horizon.... the apature vanishes from the insuing explosion, a massive concusion wave rocking the small cylinder... power flucuations can be detected from the cylinder, as it turns and begins firing whiteish beams at the TRSS Titan, the beams pass straight through the Titan's shields, and coming directly in contact with the ship's regenerative armor..... large swaths of armor can be seen burning off of the Titan as the beams make contact..... followed by armor slowly regrowing.... though not enough to keep up with the blast... sections below glow red, as the beams hit the lower layer of neutronium composite armor.... large cannons on the Titan's starboard side come to bear and return a barrage of Phaser beams to the small cylinder, slamming into shields on the ship, which hold against the Titan's 170TW Phase cannons...

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"Damage report....." screas RADM Wadrill....

"Our shields aren't holding against their weapons, Sir. We're loosing hull armor, minor casualty reports on decks 27 through 32 in sections 220 through 228, and on decks 70-74 in sections 120 through 183. Plasma conduit ruptures... They most likely know our weapons and shield capabilities from their time on the Kraskinov." responds the XO.

"Keep firing on the vessel..... And work on changing our shield modulation to block out their weapons fire." commands RADM Wadrill.

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The Titan keeps holding up her barrage of fire from her Phaser cannons, beams from the cylinder still swathing and destroying armor across the Titan's starboard side... 2 blue and 2 purple glowing torpedoes shoot from the Titan, slamming into the cylinder, and the cylinder's shields begin weakening from the barrage....

From the all the weapons fire of the three ships, the small cylinders shields drop, weapons fire tearing open its hull, a few replicators being thrown into space....

"Sir, the marines are back aboard."

"Thank you ops, it's too bad the recovery operation kept us from engaging that ship." Elliot said to the ops officer.

"Sir, we have numerous small targets, look the bugs Captain Sanchez reported about." One of the sensor officers said.

"I see. Target them with the Hetlasers so we can keep our shields up. I don't want to open a even a small hole in our shields to these things."

"Yes sir, engaging now." Elliot waited while the weapon crews did their job.

"Sir, we have a hull contact."

"What?!" Elliot nearly screamed the question.

"It appears that the shield generator had a power drop that lasted just long enough for one of the bugs to land on the hull."

"Damn, give me shipwide." As soon as the comm acknowledged completion of the task Elliot addressed the ship. "Men and women of the Corvus, I have reason to believe that we are about to be boarded by an artificial lifeform which is capapble of reproducing at extreme rates. Excercise extreme caution, marine squads will be patrolling the ship. Assist them if you can. Captain Elliot out."

Elliot sighed, then withdrew her sidearm. Saftey off.

"Sir, the bug's ship has been destroyed, though we are reading many of them drifting in space... one of them has infiltrated the Xessmithian vessel....." the tactical officer says....

"Ok. Deploy the landing bays.... launch a wing of Wasp fighters.... order are to take out the floating bugs...." commands RADM Wadrill.

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The massive landing bay pods extend on the Titan... And within minutes, 20 Wasp warp fighters speed from the Titan's launch tubes..... Making a beeline for the bug vessel wreckage, they begin strafing at the drifting bugs.... Once they make their first run, having destroyed several of them, they turn and reform for another pass....

The Titan ,still hanging in space after her battle with the bugs vessel... armor is slowly "regrowing" over the hull...

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"Sir, fighters are taking out drifting bugs...." the XO remarks.

"Good, Ops, think you can scan for those bugs better now?" RADM Wadrill asks.

"Yes Sir," says the Operations Officer... "I've been able to recalibrate sensors to detect their energy signature...."

"Good, Lieutenant. Scan the hulk of the TRSS Kraskinov for those damn things...." commands RADM Wadrill.

"Aye sir...." responds the Ops.

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Scaners begin sweeping the Kraskinov's hulk for bug energy signatures...

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The video feed was fuzzy but the figures of 6 van guard and 4 Marines falling back toward the camera firring upon a mas of living metal...the bugs....
"Shit Rico right right!!!" one Marine pointed hid pulse rifle to his right and let loose a grenade from his under barrel grenade launcher the light of the explosion should be seen and herd and chunks of metal rained on the marien...
"F^CK! screamed a Vanguard as his smart gun came alive as he noticed some bugs were under the grated floor of the deck....."FALL BACK TO THE MULE!!!"
all of the men ran back to the camera as a second ticked by as you could here something winding up....A barrage of 50. cal bullets hit the mass of bugs as they charged the Soldiers...
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The view came up on the bridge the Capitan could be seen with blood oozing from a cut on his head.... he was holding a pulse rifle and looked at the camera he started to scream "HELP US FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP! WE HAVE HULL BREACHES WE NEED HELP I'M ORDERING ALL PERSONS TO ABANDON SHIP an- F^CK" the captions attention changed as his attention changed to something off camera he pointed his rifle to something off screen and let lose a hail of bullets....he let fly a grenade and took cover behind the console of a helmsmen the explosion rocked the camera as it fell and he crawled over to it....."please god help we wont hold out for long...we need help...most of us aren't going to be able to abandon ship we need help...we would at least try for any of you who are out there....

"All ships and satalites open fire on the enemy ships hull! FFS Raptors move in for debuging of surrounding space! GO GO GO!!"

All of a sudden 100 more FFS Raptors and GRC FragMans appear out of hyperspace (Now 5000 FFS Raptors and 5000 GRC FragMans are in the area).

Over comms came commander Haxx "This is Haxx we suggest you retreat to safe space if you will stay then try not to hit our ships with weapon fire. There is a debugging group on route to your ship Xessmithia. The men are armed with acid weapons used on the replicators. So hold on."

Then the comms cut out.
On the computer screens read the words "ALERT!!! COMMS HAS BEEN DESTROYED ACTIVATING EMERGENCY RECALL!"

After that thousands of ships appeared out of hyperspace all weilding the ASC symbol. Soon after a large planet like object appeared in the distance. It was ASC's home planet Zion1 (its the size of the sun).

"All dropships report to that ship immediatley make shure you have the yiff grenades!" yelled Haxx, "Activate Yiff cannons all men emergency were bringing in the D-Drive to evacuate all ships." Then over comms Haxx warned all others to be prepared for Dimensional Jump. "Activate the D-Drive warm-up systems get it running!"

The one bug had managed to replicate, the marines had done an excellent sweep of the ship. The bugs were now holed up in one of the reactor rooms.

"We can't just go in there shooting, we could damage the reactor. If it goes down we won't have enough power for the TCG drive unless we turn everything else off." A marine muttered.

"That's already crossed the captain's mind. She's had the reactor shut down, we'll limp back home, assuming we ever find out where we are first, with our normal Tach Drive." Sanchez answered.

"So then what's the plan?" Another marine asked.

Sanchez slung his shotgun over his shoulder. It had been discovered that they were far more effective bug killers than standard assault rifle. He removed his four frag grenades, "We toss our grenades in there in successive waves, that'll clear most of them. Then we move in to mop up the rest while the room is sealed and beta team watches our six. Got it men?"

"Yes sir!" They replied in unison.

"Good, lets begin folks." With that Sanchez armed his grenades and tossed them into the room. When they exploded the next marine followed suit. And on it went for 20 more rounds.

After the last grenade went off the charged into the engine room, the floor now covered with pieces of bug. A live one scurried off to the side and it shortly disintegrated as 6 shotgun blasts hit it at once.

The marines scoured the engine room, destroying any bug they saw. They reunited at the back. What they found caused their jaws to drop. There was a giant bug, seeming ly tapped into the ships power grid.

"Well what are you waiting for men. Shoot it!" Sanchez yelled. The marines opened fire. Metal flew from the giant creature. It dropped off the wall and crushed two marines under it's mass. The marines continued to fire.

"Get those legs!" Someone yelled as a leg swept a marine into a wall. A barage of fire concentrated on the legs, soon they were nothing more than useless nubs. Slowly but surely the bug wore down under the massive amount of firepower.

Five minutes later the giant bug was destroyed. Sanchez sighed, he lost six marines in this op. "Captain Elliont. We have elimanted the bug incursion." He looked at the pile of broken metal which had been the giant bug and he smiled to himself. He had lost six marines, but they had been avenged.

Soon the ASC marines came to remove the debres from the reactor room and power grid room. With all the bugs removed ASC can finally take a look into helping the other ships.

"Bug sweep complete, sir.... The TRSS Kraskinov is dry...." responds Ops.

"Thank you lieutenant..." RADM Wadrill reponds. "Helm, bring us within range of the Neoman vessel... beam any survivors you can.... and whoever is in charge, get them to the bridge if they are able...."

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The Titan approaches the Neoman vessel... and begins transporting survivors.

Captain Elliot sunk into her command chair. "Contact the Tekanian and ASC vessels. Tell them we're clear of bugs." Elliot ordered the com officer, "And ask Tekania where we are. Maybe we can finally get headed back."

Xessmithian vessel, this is the TRSS Titan, we are in sector 927 mark 742 by all standard Tekanian charts, approximately 162,000 light years from known Xessmithian territories... approximately 2,500 light years from the galactic rim.
The TRSS Titan does know of the direct coordinates of a place called "New Dawn" within Xessmithian territories, and would be glad to provide a lift, when able, providing you do not mind riding the Kraskinov Tube.....

Joshua stood silently in his corridors as he could hear the bugs scraping at the door.... he stood silently in the darkness his pulse rifle reading 7 on the clip..."six for them...one for me...." he lifted his rifle and aimed it at the door...
A brilliant flash of light came over him...he was standing in a bay with his comrades only about 14 of them in all including the Capitan of the ship unconscious and a medic leaned over him....The bay was cold..he could feel eyes looking at them.... "Marines Form line!" All of the capable soldiers stood in a line the rifles pointed out in a semi circle the Capitan the medic and the last civilian.... the clicking of safety's clicked off as other men reloaded....wherever they were they would protect the civilian and the caption at all costs...

Joshua stood silently in his corridors as he could hear the bugs scraping at the door.... he stood silently in the darkness his pulse rifle reading 7 on the clip..."six for them...one for me...." he lifted his rifle and aimed it at the door...
A brilliant flash of light came over him...he was standing in a bay with his comrades only about 14 of them in all including the Capitan of the ship unconscious and a medic leaned over him....The bay was cold..he could feel eyes looking at them.... "Marines Form line!" All of the capable soldiers stood in a line the rifles pointed out in a semi circle the Capitan the medic and the last civilian.... the clicking of safety's clicked off as other men reloaded....wherever they were they would protect the civilian and the caption at all costs...

"I am Captain Peter V. Stratiou.... Chief Medical officer... You have been transported aboard the TRSS Titan... We are here to help.... If any of you are in the Neoman commander, the Commanding Officer of the Titan has requested your presence on the Bridge..." says one man of appretiable rank.... his dark blue skin and piercing red eyes conveying as much compassion as possible from the face of a Tekanian.

None of the men are armed, except with basic med kits. Though a short distance away, Tekanian Stellar Marines, in their Black and Red uniforms can be seen guarding the exits.

Xessmithian vessel, this is the TRSS Titan, we are in sector 927 mark 742 by all standard Tekanian charts, approximately 162,000 light years from known Xessmithian territories... approximately 2,500 light years from the galactic rim.
The TRSS Titan does know of the direct coordinates of a place called "New Dawn" within Xessmithian territories, and would be glad to provide a lift, when able, providing you do not mind riding the Kraskinov Tube.....

"A hundred and sixty-two thousand light-years! Sure we're near the galactic rim," Elliot paused, "The galactic rim of the Large Megellanic Cloud."

"My guess is that all that extra-mass being pulled into the hyper-tunnel made it dig deeper into hyperspace. That or we were pulled along by magic aliens." Added the com officer, "Take your pick."

"Just send this message to the Tekanian ship," Elliot took a second to collect her thoughts, "We would gladly take that ride back to Xessmithian space. It'd take us at least two years to get back even if our TCG drive wasn't down. We llok forward to the adventure."

"A hundred and sixty-two thousand light-years! Sure we're near the galactic rim," Elliot paused, "The galactic rim of the Large Megellanic Cloud."

"My guess is that all that extra-mass being pulled into the hyper-tunnel made it dig deeper into hyperspace. That or we were pulled along by magic aliens." Added the com officer, "Take your pick."

"Just send this message to the Tekanian ship," Elliot took a second to collect her thoughts, "We would gladly take that ride back to Xessmithian space. It'd take us at least two years to get back even if our TCG drive wasn't down. We llok forward to the adventure."

"Very well... we will begin calculations shortly for Kraskinov insertion, as soon as we have had a chance to speak with whoever is in charge of the Neoman survivors we have recovered..." responds RADM Wadrill... "As precautionary notes, we suggest you prepare to provide mild tranquilizers to your command and crew, as the transition can be disorienting, especially for first incursions... And that when we signal the process of generation and insersion, that you drop behind the Titan in formation... with a forward velocity of 0.1c..... once we have began insersion, it should take no more than 20 seconds to reach 'New Dawn' location. We will hopefully be signalling again shortly."

"I am Captain Peter V. Stratiou.... Chief Medical officer... You have been transported aboard the TRSS Titan... We are here to help.... If any of you are in the Neoman commander, the Commanding Officer of the Titan has requested your presence on the Bridge..." says one man of appretiable rank.... his dark blue skin and piercing red eyes conveying as much compassion as possible from the face of a Tekanian.

Joshua stood there for a second....nobody moved he started to look around nobody stepped forward...."Who`s the Ranking officer....besides the capiton..."
said the medic as she tended to the captions wonds........"I guess...i am..." (Joshua is a gunnery Sergent of the Vanguard) he waited for a second and stepped up to Captain Peter V. Stratiou "Holster your guns men...the Capitan needs medical attention...he is our priority but until he is conscious i am the ranking officer on site....'

Joshua stood there for a second....nobody moved he started to look around nobody stepped forward...."Who`s the Ranking officer....besides the capiton..."
said the medic as she tended to the captions wonds........"I guess...i am..." (Joshua is a gunnery Sergent of the Vanguard) he waited for a second and stepped up to Captain Peter V. Stratiou "Holster your guns men...the Capitan needs medical attention...he is our priority but until he is conscious i am the ranking officer on site....'

"Very well," says Captain Doctor Stratiou.... "A full medical team is on the way, if you would like them to assist your medical officer... And, if you will accompany me, sir, Rear Admiral Wadrill, this vessels commanding officer would like to speak with you on the command deck."

Captain Stratiou steps over to the Marines guarding the door, and the door opens to reveal some sort of elevator pod...

After a few minutes of scanning the ships hull and searching for biolife signs the ASC medics and De-Bugging group found thier way to what looked like a swarm of bugs scratching and slaming into a door.

Joshua didn't follow at first he turned and ran over to the Capitan and took a sheathed sword that was fastened at his waist and ran over to the elevator he looked at Captain Stratiou and said quietly "cerimony..."

Joshua didn't follow at first he turned and ran over to the Capitan and took a sheathed sword that was fastened at his waist and ran over to the elevator he looked at Captain Stratiou and said quietly "cerimony..."

"If you insist, sir." Says Captain Stratiou. "Just, um, be careful with that thing."

The lift moves for a few minutes before the doors open. The room they open into is a large chamber of sorts. About 20-30 Tekanian Military personnel moving around. On the lower area, there is a large screen showing space before the ship.... in the center on a raised platform, centered by a large console with a 3D Map of some region of space displayed on it. Standing around it a few fairly high ranking officers, judging by the ammount of stuff on their collars.

The doctor walks out and approached one....

"Rear Admiral, This man is the commander of the Neoman personnel we have rescued." he says to the man.

The man approaches Joshua.... "Hello sir, I am Rear Admiral Wadrill, commanding officer of this vessel. I hope you have found our accomidations adequate at this time. Your personnel were the only ones we managed to rescue unfortuneately... I think we are at a task where we need to figure out what to do with you now... as we have never met your kind before. We are presently plotting K-tube coordinates to get the Xessmithian vessel back to its own territories... And after that, which we shall start working on now, is getting your people back to your home territories..."

The men in the hallway open fire with the acid guns and succesfully destroy the last of the bugs. Unfortunatley they will have to evacuate soon because the bugs left enough damage to the ship to cause it to self-destruct. A light on the wrist band of the head marine started flashing time till implosion, "5minutes".

Joshua thought for a second as he looked at him..."Do you have and escape pods capable of holding the amount of survivors you picked up?...we don't really have much of a Navy(Space force) we have about 6 or 7 ships total....our best bet is if you could take us to the borderer's of our home space send a signal and launch us over the border when we confirm its safe...hell you'd probably be welcome to stay at our home world your people would probably be welcomed as heros....probebly....what about the juggernaught...what options do we have....ah hell... i forgot...." Joshua unsheathed the sword and knelt presenting the golden streaked sword in front of the rear admeral....

Joshua thought for a second as he looked at him..."Do you have and escape pods capable of holding the amount of survivors you picked up?...we don't really have much of a Navy(Space force) we have about 6 or 7 ships total....our best bet is if you could take us to the borderer's of our home space send a signal and launch us over the border when we confirm its safe...hell you'd probably be welcome to stay at our home world your people would probably be welcomed as heros....probebly....what about the juggernaught...what options do we have....ah hell... i forgot...." Joshua unsheathed the sword and knelt presenting the golden streaked sword in front of the rear admeral....

Rear Admiral Wadrill looks puzled by the sword... then glances over at his shrugging Executive Officer.

"Well, such gestures aren't necessary, sir, you may keep your sword. Though I would certainly be interested to know the cultural meanings of your gesture..." he says. "As for the Juggernaught, she is infested with those damn bugs. I'm not sure its safe to do anything with her, luckily she's not moving at present, but It would be unwise to allow the vessel into any civilized space. We did transmit information on this event to Eagle One defense outpost, to fleet command, and they will be sending a contingent from the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Engineers on board the TRSS Zeus to this are to clean up. If they can handle her, I'm sure we can get her back to your space. Though, she may need to be destroyed... As for getting you back... We need to get the Xessmithians back home. After that, we can generate a K-tube to your planetary orbit. We don't have any long range escape pods, all we have that can handle long range FTL bursts are small one man fighters." The talk is interupted as the viewscreen shows the formation of a wormhole, followed seconds later by the emergence of another vessel of similar design as the Titan... which takes up station near the Juggernaught and Kraskinov....

"Incomming transmission from the Zeus, sir." says an officer on the lower tier.

The Rear Admiral turns, "Put it on screen Lieutenant...." he says to the officer.

Another officer pops on the screen.... "Admiral...." says the man.

"Commodore Brandeu, haven't seen you in some time.... It's a mess, have your engineers check out these things, and see if you can eradicate them from the Juggernaught if possible... If you can, we're going to try to get her back to the Neoman home planet... We're transmitting all available information we've retrieved on these bugs. If you clear them, contact us, and we'll give you the coordinates.. says rear Admiral Wadrill to the other Officer.

"Ok Admiral, Zeus out." says the Commodore.

Another officer off the bridge turn around.... "Sir, we've finished calculations for K-tube insertion..."

"Ok Ops, activate the K-tube..." commands the Rear Admiral. "Communications, open up a channel..... Xessmithian vessel, this is the TRSS Titan, we have finished calculations, and are ready, please follow us in after formation." He then signals communications to cut the channel.

Then turning back to Joshua... "I would suggest getting a bearing on yourself, this can be quiet disorienting the first time..." the Rear Admiral says...

Within seconds, a massive appature in space opens before the Titan on the screen... The entire ship feels like it is pulsing....

The Operations officer turns, "Sir, K-tube is open and stable..."

"Ok, take us in...." Rear Admiral Wadrill commands...

The Titan lurches forward towards the apature... When it enters, for a second direction seems to become meaningless, on the screen space has been replaced by a whirling maelstrom of spacial anomalies. Super strings, and lights can be seen beyond the tube the Titan is moving through... Within seconds, a massive light can be seen at the end, comming up fast on the Titan, and then it gets so bright it becomes blidly... As things clear, a large space station can be seen in orbit of a planet....

The ops officer turns... "Sir, coordinates confirm, we have arived at Xessmithian station "New Dawn"...

Rear Admiral Wadrill turns back to Joshua... "That was a quick 160 plus thousand light years wasn't it... In any case..." he presses some buttons, and the 3D map back up to Galactic scale... "We need to figure out where your territories are at now...."

"Sir, the Tekanian K-tube is open." The sensor officer said.

"Excellent." Elliot said, "Helm take us through after the Titan." The helm officer nodded, and the Corvus slid into position behind the Titan.

"The Titan is through sir. I'm taking us in." The Corvus thrusted forward, as soon as the dreadnaught entered the K-Tube it was bathed with brilliant light, the officers on the bridge blinked their eyes as the viewscreen automatically darkened.

The ride was short, if somewhat disconcerting. Almost as soon as it started the tube ended, and the crew of the Corvus found themselves in Xess orbit near New Dawn..

"We're home."

The ASC flagships began emergency departure. The bugs contained a chemical that if caught fire or in the event of an explosion would cause a gravitonic explosion. The men on the ship have arrived on board the POA and they began the jump through hyperspace.

"Welcome to New Dawn," said Haxx to his new men picked up from a civilian ship that was downed.

"Hail the New Dawn."
"Yes sir!"

"This is leader Haxx, our ship has dealed damage from the explosion our ships entered hyperspace just as the ship blew. We would like to know if we could use some repair units."

Rear Admiral Wadrill looks puzled by the sword... then glances over at his shrugging Executive Officer."Well, such gestures aren't necessary, sir, you may keep your sword. Though I would certainly be interested to know the cultural meanings of your gesture..." he says. "As for the Juggernaut, she is infested with those damn bugs. I'm not sure its safe to do anything with her, luckily she's not moving at present, but It would be unwise to allow the vessel into any civilized space. We did transmit information on this event to Eagle One defense outpost, to fleet command, and they will be sending a contingent from the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Engineers on board the TRSS Zeus to this are to clean up. If they can handle her, I'm sure we can get her back to your space. Though, she may need to be destroyed... As for getting you back... We need to get the Xessmithians back home. After that, we can generate a K-tube to your planetary orbit. We don't have any long range escape pods, all we have that can handle long range FTL bursts are small one man fighters." The talk is interupted as the viewscreen shows the formation of a wormhole, followed seconds later by the emergence of another vessel of similar design as the Titan... which takes up station near the Juggernaught and Kraskinov....
Joshua didn't know how to answer the question at hand......."the kneeling is a sign of the Capitan or in this case the highest ranking conscious officer understanding he is in another nations -or- Worlds ship and is in need of help The sword itself is a "gift" the finest Gold and Titanium alloy the Neoman planet can offer...."

during the K-tube journey Joshua felt himself lose balance and fall backwards...he laid there for a second trying to figure out what the hell just happened...he got in to a kneeling position and stood up...he looked at the rear admiral "Yea yea i know i know i thought i could take it i was a hell jumper before i was promoted.....um.. a hell jumper jumps in a pod from space to the surface and the fire ball and Anti aircraft fire it seems like you going through hell.....so we were starting to be called helljumpers...Damn the K-tube thing was insaen...chance we might trade for that technology right? we may have things that interest you....as for the Juggernaut do what you must but don't put anyones lives at risk...we can replace ships not people..."

The ASC flagships began emergency departure. The bugs contained a chemical that if caught fire or in the event of an explosion would cause a gravitonic explosion. The men on the ship have arrived on board the POA and they began the jump through hyperspace.

"Welcome to New Dawn," said Haxx to his new men picked up from a civilian ship that was downed.

"Hail the New Dawn."
"Yes sir!"

"This is leader Haxx, our ship has dealed damage from the explosion our ships entered hyperspace just as the ship blew. We would like to know if we could use some repair units."


Bill Yasmir was quick to respond to the hail from the ASC vessel. He could remember some of the tensions between their two nations, but he held no grudge. Those times were long gone. "Certainly Leader Haxx. Just let me transmit transit codes for the Confederate Shipyards TCG gate and you'll be free to go on there and get yourself a drydock. I'll tell them you're on your way. This is New Dawn control out."

Bill keyed off the radio and sent the required code and sent a quick tachband message to the operations center of the ConFed shipyards to give them the heads up. He then leaned back in his chair, and got back to work monitoring his screen.

The ASC ships entered the code and jumped then appeared at the Confederate Shipyards. Over comms Haxx said, "So, wheres a drydock we could use? Send us the number and we will begin repairs."

The ASC ships entered the code and jumped then appeared at the Confederate Shipyards. Over comms Haxx said, "So, wheres a drydock we could use? Send us the number and we will begin repairs."

"This is ConFed control. We've been expecting you. Please take your ship to Drydock 7B. I'm transmitting the co-ordinates now. You should find eveything in order. Best of luck to you on your repairs, and if you need anything just give us a call and we'll see what we can do."

Joshua didn't know how to answer the question at hand......."the kneeling is a sign of the Capitan or in this case the highest ranking conscious officer understanding he is in another nations -or- Worlds ship and is in need of help The sword itself is a "gift" the finest Gold and Titanium alloy the Neoman planet can offer...."

during the K-tube journey Joshua felt himself lose balance and fall backwards...he laid there for a second trying to figure out what the hell just happened...he got in to a kneeling position and stood up...he looked at the rear admiral "Yea yea i know i know i thought i could take it i was a hell jumper before i was promoted.....um.. a hell jumper jumps in a pod from space to the surface and the fire ball and Anti aircraft fire it seems like you going through hell.....so we were starting to be called helljumpers...Damn the K-tube thing was insaen...chance we might trade for that technology right? we may have things that interest you....as for the Juggernaut do what you must but don't put anyones lives at risk...we can replace ships not people..."

"Interesting..... In that case, I'll take this sword..." says RADM Wadrill. "On the matter of the K-tube. Well, our short of it. It's short for Kraskinov Tube. We named it after the first scientist to postulate the concept. In all practicallity, it's an artificial wormhole. The technology is rather straight forward. We have a field generator coil made out of an exotic material, Nq299. When in the presence of an energy source the material produces free neutrinos. The field coil design is made to channel the neutrinos, based on the calculations from the nav computer, to generate a temporal, stable wormhole between two points in space. Speed is relatively pointless to describe it, we don't actually move past 10% of light speed in the whole process, on sublight drives. However, the distance you can reliably generate the wormhole is limited by the size of the coils, and how much power you can actually pump into them. And at present, we can only maintain stability for a maximum of 15 to 20 minutes... We haven't seemed to have been able to rectify that problem... The Titan is an "improved" Orion class, with a Mk10 unit, she's designed for intergalactic exploritory missions (traveling between galaxies). The theoretical max distance we can create a stable wormhole is about 6.7 million lightyears, the older Mark 9's on the original Orions, like the Zeus you saw arrive back there, is about 90,000 light years.... enough for reasonable intragalactic duties. Most of the difference is in the powerplants, the older Orions use 5 MARC warp reactors to supply plasma to their K-tube generator, one the Titan, MARC #5 is replaced with a single ZPM (Zero-Point Matter) reactor, which is used for generating the necessary power for extragalactic voyages. Basically the reactor works by channeling a small amount of plasma into a zero-point fold space, which then taps into the quantum aspects of space to create a massive power boost. You could call it a Quantum Reactor as well, a controled version of a Quantum torpedo, though the internal operation is alot different, past the use of zero-point quantum dynamics. All the details can be transmitted for the operations of the Mk9... however, I would need to talk to command so they can initiate talks between our two governments about supplying the necessary Nq299 for the generator. We try to keep close dibs on the stuff, as you can guess, acting as an energy amplifier, the substance, if not handled right, can create massive problems, or worse, horrid weapons....... We do need to formulate a plan for getting you back home, perhapse we can K-tube into the outer limits of one of your star systems, send a transmission to your planet, and then use one of our sublight transports, possibly one of our Mules.... they are unarmed heavy-transports we use for moving equipment... and I, or one of my officers can join you on the trip, the Titan can stay on station outside the system, till called.

what ever way you see best if okay for me...just one queston the Nq299 are we talking about Naquada or Naquadriaor are we talking about something totally different

what ever way you see best if okay for me...just one queston the Nq299 are we talking about Naquada or Naquadriaor are we talking about something totally different

"Naquadah..." the RADM says.... "Please work with my operations officer to plot your coordinates to get you home."

one more thing before i set the coorordoninse....we can buy the Naquadah from a trading partners so really neoma would only need to open trades for the generators.....Joshua walked off to the operations officer and started to work on the coordoninse....