Hyperspatial Travel
07-07-2005, 04:30
The Serelina was a powerful warship, the second finest in the HT fleet. It has twelve fighter bays, a new, prototype shielding system, and seventy-four different weaponry systems, and eight targetting systems.
It cost the HT Military Division almost four years funding, which had to be divided into eight years. The Serelina was a beauty to behold, and it was doubtful that a man alive didn't want to steal it.
One man did. At the refurbishing of the Serelina, Captain Mardok Golag, a famous veteran of thirteen battles, was looking rather furtive. He crept along a passageway, and, holding a bit of metal pipe, knocked out the guard with a solid thunk.
He pulled out a long, lethal-looking rifle, and aimed down the scope. He pressed a trigger-like button, and a barely visible disturbance in the air moved towards a man carrying a keycard.
The man collapsed, blood trickling out of his ear. The captain, creeping silently, retrieved the keycard from the tightened muscles of the corpse.
He pulled a switch on his rifle, and then pressed the trigger once more. A titanium alloy rope came out, and flew into one of the cargo bays on the ship.
He pulled a small nub on his rifle, and he flew up to the cargo bay. He threw down a small round object, which clattered loudly as it hit the ground. He swore, and gave a barely perceptible whistle, upon which, the small round object flashed once, and went dead.
One-hundred and seventy-four men, all expendable clones directed to follow his orders moved out of the shadows, and climbed up a ladder the captain has just put down. It was a skeleton crew, but moving that many men without notice in the heavily guarded party was a miracle in itself.
The ship's cloaking device activated, and the silent engines moved thhe ship slowly away from the docking bay. The captain longed to open the engines full throttle, but to do so would risk capture.
Twenty-four minutes later, the ship sped into the dark void, through TrueSpace. Nobody had yet noticed the disappearance, as the ship was scheduled to do a practice run under the instruction of Holdar, Lord Shiosmith, who was safely disintergrated.
A few hours later, when the fleet panicked, the Serelina would be safely in the Kanan Nebula, to meet with.... Who?
(OOC: Two people may join. One, the person who is meeting me in the nebula to attempt to take possession of the ship, and another, who coincidentally happens to be there at the time. They can either choose to attempt to return the ship, or take it over. Small FT nations, here's a great chance to gain a powerful capital ship!)
It cost the HT Military Division almost four years funding, which had to be divided into eight years. The Serelina was a beauty to behold, and it was doubtful that a man alive didn't want to steal it.
One man did. At the refurbishing of the Serelina, Captain Mardok Golag, a famous veteran of thirteen battles, was looking rather furtive. He crept along a passageway, and, holding a bit of metal pipe, knocked out the guard with a solid thunk.
He pulled out a long, lethal-looking rifle, and aimed down the scope. He pressed a trigger-like button, and a barely visible disturbance in the air moved towards a man carrying a keycard.
The man collapsed, blood trickling out of his ear. The captain, creeping silently, retrieved the keycard from the tightened muscles of the corpse.
He pulled a switch on his rifle, and then pressed the trigger once more. A titanium alloy rope came out, and flew into one of the cargo bays on the ship.
He pulled a small nub on his rifle, and he flew up to the cargo bay. He threw down a small round object, which clattered loudly as it hit the ground. He swore, and gave a barely perceptible whistle, upon which, the small round object flashed once, and went dead.
One-hundred and seventy-four men, all expendable clones directed to follow his orders moved out of the shadows, and climbed up a ladder the captain has just put down. It was a skeleton crew, but moving that many men without notice in the heavily guarded party was a miracle in itself.
The ship's cloaking device activated, and the silent engines moved thhe ship slowly away from the docking bay. The captain longed to open the engines full throttle, but to do so would risk capture.
Twenty-four minutes later, the ship sped into the dark void, through TrueSpace. Nobody had yet noticed the disappearance, as the ship was scheduled to do a practice run under the instruction of Holdar, Lord Shiosmith, who was safely disintergrated.
A few hours later, when the fleet panicked, the Serelina would be safely in the Kanan Nebula, to meet with.... Who?
(OOC: Two people may join. One, the person who is meeting me in the nebula to attempt to take possession of the ship, and another, who coincidentally happens to be there at the time. They can either choose to attempt to return the ship, or take it over. Small FT nations, here's a great chance to gain a powerful capital ship!)