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Under Pursuit, in neeed of assistance

Stellar Nations
28-01-2005, 02:21
OOC: Continuation of my fleet from the 'A Call for Help' thread, started by Elugoria IV

IC: The ISF fleet's men who had figured out a way to sleep were woken up by an alarm. Another alarm. One soldier took out a permanent marker and marked another beside his bunk. A total of 24 times now. Beside that was the number of jumps, which was 41 for the moment. "All hands, we are preparing to jump. Three, Two, One, Jumping now." 42. Nothing was felt by the passengers, but for the next 333 minutes they would be alone.

On the bridge of the Devastator, Andon watched each image flick off as they went into the drivetime. Then they al cut, and the massive ship was in drivetime. Only two remained, and those were the captains of the two destroyers that were being worked on. They were being joined, end to end, and the scientistss were doing something with it. A giant EMC, he thought it was. He sighed, and looked at the clock. 333 minutes to go...

Sheil looked at her screen. The design was complete, and it was going into production nicely. She had figured out that accelerating a materal designated IS-2194 through an EMC it could destroy a large moon, or do massive damage to a planet. But ir's special property was not lightness or anything of the sort, it was that as soon as it cleared the EM feild it spread out into a micro-thin circular spinning mass that caused massive kinetic damage on anythingin it's way. The problem was getting the IS-2194. There was none of it in any of the ship's stores, and the only known way of getting it was mining it from a star, or buying it. And seince minng stars was not profitable, very few people sold it.

Helis stalked the halways at random. In a 20 km long ship,there were a lot of them He wanted to do something to kill the damn fleet chasing them. He did not know their names or their race or their families, but he wanted them dead. His brother had been captain of the Defender and had done a great thing, and done damage, but had not defeated the flagship. Helis saw a recruitment board, and looked at it. On it was a recruitment thing for a possible suicide mission, against the flagship. He signed up without thinking.


After the drivetime was over, Andon waited. There was no sign of the SSkiss fleet this time. He sent out the pre-recorded message, on the massive communications setup at the nose of the ship.
"This is the ISF Fleet hailing anyone in the vincinity. We are being followed by a fleet of what apeas to be Sskiss to our database, and we are massivly outnumbered, by hundreds to one. We have damaged their flagship, but they just keep coming. We do knot know their forces, we have been too busy running. We need immedeate assistance at teh following co-ordinates. I repeat, we need assistance at the following coordiantes." he gave the co-ordinates "This message is repeating"
Stellar Nations
28-01-2005, 02:36
Bump
Stellar Nations
28-01-2005, 02:51
and another bump
Stellar Nations
28-01-2005, 03:18
bumpidy bump
Stellar Nations
28-01-2005, 03:53
bump. going to bed now. I expect a reply tomorrow!
Hattia
28-01-2005, 05:15
USV Fist of the Republic: In orbit around New Haven

Around the colony of azure blue planet of New Haven, floated the huge Nemisis class Battleship, the Fist of the Republic along with it's small fleet, made up mostly of a few frigates, a carrier and a number of smaller ships.

Around the fleets zipped a huge number of tiny fighters, they flew around the ships, very close and at breakneck speeds in order to stave off the boredom that resulted in being far from about all the action in the universe.

Onboard his flagship, Star Admiral Aleksandr Zaitsev listened with interest to the message that his communications officer had picked up.

Once the message was over, he pressed one of the many buttons on the arms of his chair, nestled deep within the Command room in the massive battleship. A deep, gruff voice came over the intercom.

"Communications..."

"Communcations, send this message to the ship that sent us the message requesting help." replied Zaitsev.


Greetings from the United Socialist Republic. This is Star Admiral
Zaitsev of the USR Star Navy. We have recieved your
message and are en route to render assistance.
Estimated arrival time is at just about one hour.

Good luck...



"Finally, we might get some action..." Zaitsev thought to himself

Once the message was sent and the fighters aboard their respective ships, the Fist of the Republic and the rest of it's small fleet appeared to flicker momentarily and then were gone...
Stellar Nations
28-01-2005, 22:10
When the ships apeared in the system, everyone was silent, at their station. The did not know they were freind r foe, most likely the latter.

They DID cheer when the message was sent. Someone to lead them home safely. Or at least tell them where they are and how to get home.

"We thank you for coming and assisting us. However, we had mede a mavigational error, and instead of flying the way we came, we cwent where they came from. so we went int their territroy a bit, then out another side.

We have no idea where we are. We are low on foodstuffs and repair items. Several ships are badly damaged, and we are thinking of using them for parts.

If you have any human-edible foodstuffs, and any repair items we could use, we would apreciate it. Also, star maps would be helpful in finding where we are. Feel free to land on the ISF Devastator. Lord Commander Andon Aieseat our."

Andon sighed. The Devastator was producing just enough food for the rest of the fleet, but it was bland stuff, and there was no meat in that. The cargo ships had been sent back when the battle started, so their food was lost. The fleet was lost, not knowing where they were or anything of the like All they could hope for was to be led back to their home system to rebuild, and make aliances.
Hattia
29-01-2005, 21:05
The fleet dropped out of lightspeed right near the Devastator and the rest of her fleet. Onboard the ships, many of the crewmembers were awed by the sheer size of the Devastator.

A few seconds after they dropped out of lightspeed, the fleet picked up the message from the Devastator and shot back a reply.


Alright, foodstuffs, starmaps, and repair supplies are en route...


From the Fist of the Republic, a number of transports departed and headed towards the Devastator. Onboard the lead transport, Zaitsev looked at the cargo manifest.

"Hmmm... several tons of food on each transport, a bunch of mechanical things...

He sighed as he tried to decipher what the mechanics had sent, about the only thing he could fix on the ship was his sidearm.

And our starmaps. A ship of that size must consume a huge amount of food each day, perhaps I should call for more supplies from New Haven..."

He nodded at the loadmaster and stepped out into the docking bay once the transport had landed safely.

Zaitsev was a rather large man, at a bit taller than 2 meters and clad in a dark blue uniform that would bring back memories of the Napoleonic wars. At his side was a generic looking pistol and a long, curved sword. It was mainly for ceremonial purposes, but he still did keep it quite sharp. He stood near the transport with the manifest and a datapad in his hands, waiting for someone to show them where to unload the cargo.
Stellar Nations
29-01-2005, 22:40
The cargomaster of the landing bay walked up to Zaitsev, and after a breif introduction, told him where to put the supplies. When he was done, he started talking about the Devastator. "Been on her my entire life. never set foot on a planet or moon, and have only spacewalked a few times. She used to be the Stellar Nations, but we kinda grew too large for that. We used to have animals and feilds, but most got destroyed to make room for more landing bays. We have a lot of hydroponics, enough to feed most of the fleet, but they like their meat too. And let me tell you something about the Devastator... It's a human ship, but we didn't build it. It's thousands of years old, at least 20 to 30 thousand. We humans have only had space travel for a few hundrd years! and it's armed with who knows what... it has several hundred emplacements that we havn't figured out what they do or how to control them yet. Mabee your techs can do something with them." After that, he wandered over to another ship, telling it where to offload it's cargo.
Stellar Nations
01-02-2005, 22:45
Hmm... i think this RP is going somewhere else.

EDIT: I've decided what i'm going to do with it. This thread can die now