NationStates Jolt Archive

IC Background:
Built by the Space Trade Guilds several years ago several large space stations, some the size of moons, were built by the Trade Guilds as stop stations for their trade fleets as well as to position them in areas of space where they could earn the most amount of provit. After a shift in the ownership of the guild by a short gambling tournament an entrepreneur, by the name of Jase Starwind, gained ownership of the largest one. After several years and with Imperial Approval Mr. Starwind moved his space station into the fringes of the major trade and travel lanes and renamed it 'Blue Heaven.'

The Blue Heaven Space Station (http://www.illustbox.com/picts/alliance.jpg) has been declared neutral space territory. It has become a haven for Outlaws, Adventurers, Mercenaries, and others wishing to find a stop in space.

IC Jase Starwind:

The short Parliminian walked through the entrance hatch and past a messy computer consol, coffee cups and burger rappers laying everywhere, and through another door. He entered a large room. A large tv sat in one corner, a red couch in front; next to it sat a large fridge half open, and in the other corner was a large kingsize bed. A tall figure was lying beneath a blue sheet.

"Jase wake up! Its 13:34 already, you should be up. We still have to discuss how were gonna get rid of that Pirate Guild that still causing trouble in the sector." Jase moved around under the covers.

"Later...I'm...tired Max, let me sleep."

"You bum, I dont see how you ever got this station for yourself." Max shook his head and left Jase's apartment.

Bump

um..our currency is the wong...hooray for Outlaw Star references!

OOC: I know that you idiot. Thats why I didn't use it. I used the name Stawind and Blue Heaven. Other than that its all Thrashian, credits, ship types, everything else.

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is this thread open?

OOC: Yup, have at it. I created it just so people can have random rp's with a single character or a small group of people in space.

At the moment Veizon Meklon was dressed like an average Deatharon merchant. however nothing could be farther from the truth he was an Imperial Intelligence agent undercover looking for a kidnaped Count. Who was being ransomed by pirates after his luxary cruiser was ambushed. The Imperial Intelligence core figures the Count is somewhere on the station. Veizon was heading toward a known pirate local to get information on the where abouts of his target one way or another. He planed to bribe the pirates into revealing the location of the Count.however he had alternate means to get what he needed. He carried what looked to be a large bag but in it was his equiment to get people to talk.

OOC: Is this future tech? I'm modern tech but is it possible for a time travel thing so I can RP?

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I think it is like Outlaw Star so I would say yes but I did not start this thread.

((OC- Considering I use the XGP class as medium privateer commerce vessels in my Republic, this would fall within one of my previews. The question then where would this area fall in relation to my empire.

More on that later...))
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Meanwhile, another (yes another..) exploration flotilla, the Gaian 1254th Exploration Fleet Folded into the area, having chosen a random Fold pattern coordinate, the last being over 4,000 light-years away, System NGA/E-8236.2, a plain vanilla six planet system with a barely habitable ice type world, sorta like hoth, except with a higher concentration of CO2 gasses from the volcanic activity there.

Not a good vacation spot.

Now they simply Folded into a new system area, the Blue Haven area and the surrounding areas as part of their normal activities. (..yes a 4,000 light-year jump is normal for a Gaian fleet.)

Seven vessels: four JumpShips, a Crusier WarShip, a Destroyer WarShip, and a High-Mobile SDF-3 Class at the lead, along with a SuperNova Trinary and a Combat Vehicle Cluster in support and a Trinary of OmniFighters. A well rounded forces, along with a good sized contingent of explorer techs and such. Sixteen DropShips and thirty medium explorer craft, including the Gaian XGP models added to the reach of the Fleet.

They had been out on duty for three months and were close to ready to return to the Ascendancy when the Folded about six hundred million kilometers away from Blue Haven.

The signals were already loud and broad from the sector when they arrived.

"Think we found a motherload sir." ..a comm-tech says to Admiral Carl Tenesin. He only replies. "Keep monitoring..."

IC
Veizon Meklon was buying a pirate a drink or two at the bar and managed to get him to talk. The Count it seemed was with the pirate guild and had to be recused. Veizon ran back to his ship the Shadow knife a small frigate class ship with a crew of 15 Imperal Naval personal and sent a transimission to Imperial Intelligence. "The target is in with the guild, I will need assiatance in getting him back." The cold response from his boss made him shiver, "We will send an Imperial shadow fleet to help with this delicate operation." Veizon in his normal calm voice asked, "Why can we not ask for the proper authorities for help? We should authorize this with the Thrashian government." The boss replied, "No witness, we have to find Count Rogan and kill the idiots that tried to take him." Veizon replied, "yes sir"

A Deatharon shadow fleet from Brakka 2 in the Antares Galaxy opens a worm hole and goes through it to a location near Blue Heaven.

Ricala was relaxing in his quarters. It had been a long day. Nothing majorly wrong had happened, just one of those days where the little routine stuff had not clicked.
He was thinking about the great progress the Empire had made in the past few years with the Emperor's Plan For Space, specifically the settled planets of the Typhon Expanse. There were now six planets settled....not bad for a mere 33 years of "learning as you go" expansion.
And, Ricala thought, only another 3,000 to go. Not all would be habitable, perhaps 10 or 12, but the growth would go on. He and Alaric had figured that it would take about 200 years for the completion of Level II developement. Level II was the settlement plan. Level I had been the years of planning and research just to get to the Expanse.
His thoughts were interrupted by an alarm sounding, it's soft but persistent buzzing indicating that there was an intruder in the Officer's Lounge, deck 3.
Ricala contacted his Security Chief, Commander Metelica, who was already on her way to the lounge with Team-3.
As he bolted from his room and jumped into the transporter, he felt a shiver of anticipation. Had terrorists somehow gotten on board the ship? Doubtful. Then who could it be?
He stepped out of the transporter, and heard laughter coming from the lounge. Well, we're just gonna see what's so friggin' funny, he thought.
As he rounded the corner with his Glock drawn, he both heard and saw the object of all the mirth.
" Alaric! What are you doing here?"
" Hardly the appropriate greeting for your Emperor, Ricala. One would think that you'd be a bit more........deferential."
They glared at each other for a few seconds, then broke into huge grins as they grasped forearms and pounded each other on the back.
" Been a long time, Alaric."
" Too long, my friend." Alaric Tan'it, Emperor of Xeraph stood there in all his glory, bedecked in his Battle Armor, armed to the teeth.
" What's with the get-up, Alaric," Ricala asked.
" I don't actually know, Ric. You've been getting those reports about pirates over in Gamma Sector, haven't you?"
" Yeah, but they're of no consequence. A few rag-tag thugs chasing the merchant fleet around, but we've managed to drive them off each time."
" The frequency of the attacks has increased, and we need to do something about it, Ric. Pirates don't give up so easily anymore. I want to go from reactive to proactive with this. We need a plan that will hit the pirates where they live."
" We know where a few of the bases are, Alaric. We can easily penetrate their defenses and capture them............or destroy them, whichever you wish."
The Emperor strode over to the viewport, watching the stars stream by. After a long moment, he turned, " Lets get that plan together first, Ric. I have a feeling that these pirates are gonna be a problem."
" Trouble?"
" Just some indications that some piratical elements are being backed by nations looking for personal gain....at our expense."
" OK, let's put the GS squadrons on alert, tighten security, and heighten the scanning from OSS-2. If they make any moves, we'll be ready."
" Good, and then we need to find out who's behind it all." Turning to the security team, he said, " Gentlemen, and ladies," the last said with a wink to the Commander," thank you for not blasting me as I materialised. Where can I get some breakfast around here?"
The Commander pointed the way. " This way, Alaric. The cooks aren't up yet, but I make a mean omelet."
Alaric noted with approval the Commander's figure, and nodded enthusiastically. " Lead on , Commander, lead on."
" You can call me Sabrina, my lord."
"Sabrina it is..........."
Ricala grinned. Not bad for a guy 243 years old, he thought.........