NationStates Jolt Archive

IC: Captain Heinrich von Strudest Crashed to the deck and rolled across bridge as the highly damaged Voltron cruiser came to a sudden halt. He stat upright and looked across the bridge, his vision was blurred and he felt very nauseous. He was not used to warp travel but he recovered quickly. The small explorer fleet had been ambushed a group of human pirates their ships were old and weapons primitive to the advanced technology of the United Empire. But they were outnumbered. The Fleets commander, Isair, had sacrificed himself to hold them off and gave the order that the remaining ships flee. They had no time to choose where so they made a blind jump.

“Rokan, status report!”

Heinrich yelled, while holding his bleeding head.

“Sir the outer hull has been damaged and decks D threw F have all decompressed and the engines are operating on One Fourth normal energy supply!”

Hein Stood the wound on his head fully healed. The bridge was in disarray, most of the computers were out and the main lights were out replaced bye the soft glow of the back up power system. Electrical cords lays scattered across the bridge some broken open spilling out gouts of electricity. All of the crew however was unharmed all except for the navigation officer, who had a long metal rod sticking through the center of his stomach. His screen was blank and the heart monitor in his back was flat lined.
The navigation officers, though living, were more machine then man they were raised from birth to understand the many complex ways the empire’s systems work. Once they reach maturity they are wired into the ships themselves, being of the breed all the necessities of a mortal are nonexistent. But with the loss of the navigations officer there was no way to warp back home, they were stranded.

“Rokan!” Hein yelled. “What of the other ships!”

Rokan looked to the display in front of them.

“Sir two more explorer ships remain and one Raven Star Battle Cruiser as well as 13 single fighters. They wish permission to dock, shall I give the ok?”

Hein nodded. “Yes, let them in.”

Hein sat back in his chair and looked out through the large window. Large shards of metal floated in font of them, and one half of another Raven Star floated through space. The ship was barley identifiable, as it must have caved in during the warp thrust.

The vampire sighed and stared out over the vast amount of destruction that was scattered ahead of them. They were lost in unknown space with no way of warping home, they would have to find there own way home but there ships were too damaged to make it far.

“Rokan!” Hein yelled,

“Send out a distress call we need aid let us hope that whatever beings dwell in this system are helpful.”

Rokan typed away on the computer.

“Message sent Sir!”

The Crew began taking inventory as the ships huddled closer together, some of the engineers walked across the hull of the ship welding it together in places. They wore no protective suits because they didn’t need to breath and being dead there was nothing to fear from the freezing elements. Hein Began to doze off when an alarm went off shaking him form his sleep.

“Rokan what’s going on?!” Hein yelled,

“Sir there are ships on the horizon!”

Hein looked out of the window and beheld the small lights of ships in the distance.

“Rokan what are they?” Hein yelled,

“I don’t know sir I’ve never seen there like before.”

Hein contemplated for a moment. “Get all pilots back to there fighter be prepared to launch them warm up the main cannon! There is a possibility they might be hostile do not fire unless we are provoked!”

Rokan looked to the screen. “Sir with the little power we have if we shot it the ship would collapse.”

Hein smiled his shredding fangs glistening in the emergency light.

“Yes But the blast is big enough to destroy them as well.” Some of the crew laughed. “Aye sir” Said Rokan smiling as well…

OOC: I’m just getting into this, this is my first RP. Open to anyone. We just landed in unclaimed space, and none of you have ever had any contact with us.

:: Deep Space Recon Station 156::

The ensign had seen this before, he was used to it. The report just came back from deep space probe 156-42-B, and it had something to say. Joey Ferguson opened up the file on his panel and read its report.

“Space, space, and more space….” He mumbled to the only other person with him at the deep space recon station, Eddie.

“Yeah well, you know someday something might come up, until then it’s our duty to be bored out of our mind.” Eddie remarked dryly.
Eddie was the commanding officer at the base, and so according to him, that was indeed their duty.

“You know Eddie, we’ve been here two yea—“

Joey stopped, looking at the report,

“EDDIE! I think you might want to see this! We just picked up the warp signature of five or so medium sized vessels moving into unclaimed space.”

Eddie ran back to his station and began copying the files over to a message, with the words ‘This could be interesting’ under it. The message was destined for Fleet Admiral Harroun. He would decide what to do with them.

::The Impenetrable Faith, Admirals Harroun’s Flagship::

A man in his early twenties ran into the Admirals personal quarters, waving a small pad, covered with scrolling data and the occasional picture.

“Admiral! We just received a report from Deep Recon 156!”

Admiral Harroun was lying flat on his back on his bed, covered halfway with sheets and looking agitated. The Admiral was in his late fifties, but everyone knew that man was still just a brilliant, just as strong, and just as brave as when he graduated the Naval Academy thirty four years ago.

“Well, what the bloody hell do ya have for me!”

The man hesitated for a moment, wishing he had come at a better time,

“…Well, Sir, maybe I could”

“NO, you woke me up, you will tell me now!”

The Admiral got up out of bed and began looking for his shirt. The young man tossed it to him, and he stuffed it on, over his slightly balding head.

“Well sir,” The man began, handing the data pad to the Admiral, “We have received a report from one of our deep space recon stations. They have reported the appearance of five or more medium sized vessels warping into unclaimed space.”

The Admiral was not really listening, he was to busy looking through the report written up by Eddie almost a day ago.

“Yes ensign, continue…”

“Well sir, the ships don’t match any designs from anyone in that sector, I, and the men at the recon station don’t recognize them either. They do look badly damaged through.”

“Any reports of weapons fire near there?”

“No sir, that’s what confuses us, they probably made a blind jump into space, if so, they could be anyone!”

The Admiral picked up his blue coat, slipping it on over the white shirt, all the while looking at the report on the pad with his off hand.

“Send a Patrol fleet over there, they are ordered to offer aid to anyone in need and deserving aid, but still, the captain has the authority to blow them all outa the sky if it s necessary.”

The ensign backed out of the room, yes sir, I’ll relay the message.”

::The Weight of Heresy, Captain Gurtchov’s Ship::

The captain had just received the message, ordering him to investigate five warp signatures appearing in unclaimed space. His entire patrol fleet, which consisted of 2 Battle cruisers, 15 Cruisers, and 25 Frigates, was now laying in the co-ords for the signature. Their jump would land them a short distance away from the unidentified ships, from there they could determine a suitable course of action.

The captain was an experienced veteran, having been in command on the same fleet for about twenty years. He had seen much and his time, and was ready and willing to leave the practiced boredom of his regular patrol routes.

Tag

The BMS Hyporion slowly cruised through space. It looked rather odd, all things considered. One does not normally expect to encounter sails, masts and rigging in space.
The Hyporion was, in essence, a modified galleon, a large ship by the standards of a sailing vessel, but on the grand scale it hardly classified as a capitol ship, measuring in and just over four hundred feet. It did have lots of guns though.

"Sir, we have somebody on the main crystal, looks like they took a big beating, they might be in trouble." A technician, or rather, a thaumatician, was bent over a large crystal sphere embeded in the planking of the ships bridge, it showed the Gothlandic ships, although it was a bit fuzzy at this point.

"Really? I suppose we should help them, do we have any repair supplies for...technological ships?"

"A few, sir. Mostly its for small ships, shuttles and such, I dont think we can help much unless we try to magic a few parts in from Rath, that might take some time though. The best bet is to get the mages to try to transmute the broken bits and fix what they can."

"Yes, lets do that. Send the following..."

"Attention unknown vessels, this is the BMS Hyporion, you seem to be in a bit of trouble. If you wish, we can provide assistance, we have a few spare parts but we can get more givin a few hours and we have some skilled...engineers who can do patch jobs on any major damage you have that requires immidiate repair.
If you accept, we can arrive within two hours at the most, optimal arrival time is thirty minutes provided nothing goes wrong."

Deep space mining vessel Par-Taan glided through space, its small fleet of workers and minor escort vessels slowly removing and storing minerals strip mined off asteroids to be used by the main shipyards back above Tsuran, was suddenly jerked out of its calm routine by several pings in the navigators station:

"Unidentified ships have just arrived in this sector Captain, extreme long range," came the voice of the navigation officer.

"i see them," Captain Toran glanced at the minaturised version of the navigation officers display embedded into the arm of his chair. "any indication of race and intentions?"

"none sir, they do not match any records of previously encountered races, as for intentions, they have as yet done nothing to indictate hostility, it also appears, though it is difficult to tell at this distance, that the main ships are in some distress....." the officers voice trailed away.

"what is it?"

"sir, i'm getting indications of activity on the hulls and within the ships, i presume the crews are attempting repairs, but im not reading any life signs."

captain Toran was silent for a few seconds, "what do you mean, that they are using macinhes to carry out repairs?"

"no sir, there are no indications of life aboard at all, it could be that this a fully automated ship."

"hmmm," the captain leaned back in his chair and tried to think this over, if it was a fully robotic group of ships then they would eventually repair the damage as best they could and then return home, or continue with whatever their mission was, if that was not the case....but that was impossible, what else could read activity but no life signs except macines? Toran glanced around the bridge, noting that, although the crew continued to work at their stations they were clearly concentrating on the conversation between himself and the navigation officer.

"Captain!" the sudden call jerked him out of his thoughts, turning in his chair he addressed the weapons officer, "yes corporal?"

"they appear to be powering weapons, i make between 10 and 15 smaller energy signitures and 4-5 larger ones, i presume they are the larger ships."

"they are sending out a distress call," Toran spun around at the words of ensign Raket, he sat at his console, monitoring chatter between their own ships, and in this case, from any foreign vessels within range. Now he turned to the Captain, " they request aid."

Now Toran was really confused, why would robots send out a distress call, slowly, he pieced together the facts. The powering of weapons and yet sending out a distress call was standard when entering an unfamiliar system, ask for help but be prepared to fight, definitly a human response. But the no life signs........ this was beyond him, making his desicion he turned back to Raket.

"ensign send out a response to the damaged vessels, let them know that we do not wish to engage in hostilities and will do what we can to assist should they ask us. Also send this priority one to Tsuran; have made contact with unkown beings, all indications point to humanoid," he glanced at Raket for confirmation of this, who nodded, "yet no life signs read, possibly automated, please advise."

"place all ships on evasive settings, continue with the mining operations, but keep an eye on what happens with the alien ships...." at the sound of more pings from the navigation area he added, "it appears others have noticed the new arrivals, lets not do anything to attract any hostile actions."

he sat back in his chair and waited for the response from Tsuran, Par-Taan's calm life had most certainly been brought to an abrupt halt

Hein observed his men as they went to work, the repairs were coming along
but steady there was not much that they could do he feared if he did not get
aid soon the sip would be lost.

"Sir!" shouted Rokan, "Two incoming transmissions it seems our call was
answered."

Hein looked at the messages on the screen. Then began to send a
response. Then sent both simultaneously to the responding fleets.

Yes we are in desperate need of repairs. We are all that’s left of our
fleet the rest were destroyed by pirates. I don’t know what you have to
offer our technology might be too advanced but we will accept any aid you
could give. Also our navigation system is...down we cannot warp back to the
Empire. I will send more details on your arrival.

Hein sat back down and sent the same message to both fleets. "Praise
Raven we were found." he whispered

This is Hyporion, we will procede with all due speed, if you have any scrap or useless bits, leave them near the areas needing repair. It will save us some time and effort.

The navigation officer turned to Captain Toran, "sir, incoming message from Tsuran, prioirity one," the Captain nodded for him to continue, "message reads: do not engage in hostilities with the foreign vesels unless attacked, aid in whatever way you are able without jepordising the lives of your crew or ships. Archivists are currently searching all Tsuran records concerning identification of said foreigners."

"well that seems pretty clear, recall all workers, acolytes to sphere formation around the Par-Taan, all vessesls to evasive settings, acolytes to neut...." Toran stopped in mid sentence as the naviagtion officer barked;

"message from damaged vessel, message reads:
Yes we are in desperate need of repairs. We are all that’s left of our
fleet the rest were destroyed by pirates. I don’t know what you have to
offer our technology might be too advanced but we will accept any aid you
could give. Also our navigation system is...down we cannot warp back to the
Empire. I will send more details on your arrival.
"send out a reply, tell them that we are on our way and will assist in whatever way we are able, ask if there are wounded aboard that will need attention and if there any specifics they wish us to help with. Close to within 5K of the largest vessel, then bring us to a halt."

The Par-Taan picked up speed and changed course, angling towards the largest foreign vessel, the workers docking with the larger ship while the small escort fighters formed up in a sphere around the Par-Taan.

The large Pudite fleet jumped through thw wormhole, into the space surrounding the stranded vessals. The forty-two ships came to a halt soon after the jump, about 8 kilometers away from the foreginers.

A exess of other foregin vessels was also detected in the region. A quick scan told Grutchov the nationality of most of the vessels, retriving some information from the database, and others frfom his peticularly good memory. He had personaly encountered little of any of these races, but he had head sotries of them, he was ready.

As for the stranded ships, The captian had heard of their kind, they have had preivious interactions with the Empire, but never had they been so obvious in their actions. He wondered of their motives.

"Sir, shall we move closer!" A young bridge officer yelled,

"Yes, yes we shall. Ready all external transport pods, load up Mr. Grey and his team. I shall send a message to their captian."

Captian Grutchov began recording the message,

Greetings Captain, we are here to offer any support you may require. I belive you have heard of us, we have had previous dealings with eachother. We ask permission to send an embassador and his team, including engineers slightly familiar with your technology, to help you. The opd will be dispatched once we reach the distance of 4K. We hope you will accept our support.

The ships began moving forward.

.:GALAXY DREADNOUGHT 'RE', CHARTING UNKNOWN SPACE:.

The Galaxy Dreadnought was Ankhmet's pride and joy, the first new class of ship to be produced in a long time for WNI. A replacement for the entire Ankhmeti Standing Navy, the 'Re' was designed to act entirely alone, a weapons platform, explorator, factory and in times of war a safe haven for stranded Ankhmeti citizens. 'Re' was built to survive, and survive well. The prototype drive systems allowed intergalactic travel within days, and the Board of Directors had authorised a longjump to a neighbouring galaxy, one previously unexplored by WNI probes. The crew certainly didn't expect to jump straight into the middle of a scene of destruction.
The bridge was impressive. An obscenely well-shielded tower, 100 metres tall, filled with hololithic readouts and viewscreens. One of three bridges on the 'Re', this was the primary bridge, and the only visible one. In it 40 bridge officers worked to keep the ship running smoothly. And when your ship is 200km long, that's no easy task.
The captain was viewing the results of scans one the debris field. They'd only been here two minutes, and they were already picking up chunks of debris, fighter craft with huge chunks missing, and the corpses of the crews of the ships.
One of the junior bridge officers noticed something on her holodisplay, a group of ships, very small, but obviously had something to do with the large field of debris.

"captain. We've got a small group of contacts. No sign of hostility. Please advise."

"Begin communications, raise shielding to level 1. Send a friendship message. Whatever you do, keep those weapons offline."

"Aye sir. Sending standard friendship message now."

This is the Ankhmeti Stellar Imperium Galaxy Dreadnought Re, on a mission to explore this section of space. As a matter of policy, our ship has raised shields to a low level. Please do not take this as a sign of hostility, we only wish to contact new species, and make diplomatic and commercial links with other stellar powers. please respond, thank you.

Sir," said Rokan, "Two replies have been sent, would you like to see them,
sir?"

Hein nodded and rubbed his temples, reading the messages three times over
just to make sure he caught everything. He then reviewed the situation and began
to think of his reply.

"Rokan, send a message to both of the vessels and kept the cannon on line;
it might be a ruse," Hein said. He knew better than to trust strangers.

"Yes, sir, I will send one to each."

"Make separate messages to address each." (this is Hein talking, right? If so, you need a new paragraph each time the speaker changes).

"Hyporion, this is the Wilting Willow. I shall keep my engineers
dispatched to help you with the construction. You are welcome to anything you find on the fallen Raven Star, but I request the bodies of the fallen so that we may give those heroes a send off."

Hein sent the message. He took a second to once again review the message
of the other fleet, then began to write his response.

"No medical treatment is need, all are either unharmed or dead. We need a
replacement energy source; our ships are running on back up power. We will have to convert it to run on what you supply; the jump burned out both crystals. We also need maps of our current location so we can find our way home. Though I doubt we will make it far, our fleet has only two capable fighting ships, as
you see."

Hein sent the message to the other fleet and sat back into his command chair when a alarm took him by suprise.

"Rokan whats going on!" hein shouted. "Sir another contact just came in the apear to be sending a message. What are your orders?" Hein looked out infornt of him his men were already being overworked. " Bring up the message lets see what they want."

Hein read the message several times."Rokan send a reply tell them we are lost and not hostile."

Ankhmeti Stellar Imperium Galaxy Dreadnought Re, This Is the Wilting Willow Raven Star Battle Crusier of the United Empire. I Regret to inform you if you belive us locals you are mistaken we made a blind jump after being assulted by pirates in one of the territorys we were exsploring, the rest of our fleet was slain and we have no way to return to our home. If we get back im shure Facless Raven would speak to you. But we are in need of repairs and first must deal with that before discussing te means of our return. Our captin will inform you in more detail later..

"Rokan while your at it send a message to the other new fleet telling them they have permision to board." Hein looked at the officer. "Yes sir right away shall i keep the cannon online?" Hein nodded. "Just incase."

"No medical treatment is need, all are either unharmed or dead. We need a
replacement energy source; our ships are running on back up power. We will have to convert it to run on what you supply; the jump burned out both crystals. We also need maps of our current location so we can find our way home. Though I doubt we will make it far, our fleet has only two capable fighting ships, as
you see."Toran went over the message, maps of the area were easy enough, they could even help them back to Tsuran, where the Core Maps would almost certainly locate where they wanted to go. The power source was going to be interesting, he was not sure what the foreign vessel ran on, but the people aboard were clearly confident in their ability to adaot it to their own needs.

Turning to Raket he said, "transmit this to the damaged ship: we are able to provide maps of the area around us to a radius of 12 light years in all directions, should you require a location beyond our ability to locate, we would be happy to escort you back to Tsuran and help you on your way from there. As for power source we run on a fission-fusion drive, will you be able to use this for your own needs? We will be dispatching a shuttle with technical teams aboard, as well as the necessary maps you need, and also to dicuss your power problems."

Raket transmitted the message, and as he did so the Par-Taan came to a halt at the designated distance. Pressing a button on the arm of his captains chair Toran spoke into the intercomm over the whole of the ship, "Could emergency teams 1 and 2 prepare for departure in docking bay 4 please, medics will not be required, meet me there in 10 minutes, have 2 Hornets ready for departure as well."

The weapons officer raised one eyebrow at the captains last request, toran shrugged, "never can be too careful, you may notice they've still got that cannon online," rising from his chair he continued, "you have the bridge No. 1," he grinned "dont do anything i wouldnt do."

"wouldnt dream of it sir," he grinned back good naturedly.

As Toran strode through the Par-Taan towards the docking bay he mused over what would happen if Fleet Command should find out he had practically invited a completely alien and potentially hostile race back to Tsuran, still, it wasnt as though Tsuran was undefended, and who knows, they may in fact turn out to be very good friends after all.

The Hyporion moved into position next to one of the crippled ships, whereupon the ship disgourged a number of mages, suited up against the cold, moved quickly to the worst holes.
On arrival, each of them secured themselves to the ship and began speaking in Occult Mutterings, whereupon bits of floating metal suddely sprang into action, hurling themselves with great alacrity against the hull of the ship, where they promptly fused into the hull.
The seal was generaly not perfect, a good hit would knock the 'scab' out and create new problems for the ships, but for now it was the best that could be done.
Soon the mages were waving their arms like conductors, moving pieces of metal through space like they were balloons.
Of course, there is always a risk with magic.
Soon enough the mages were forced to stop, all of them could sense the Things, pressing in from the darker corners of reality witha malicious hunger. They were worse than Demons. Demons liked people, because people were corruptable. No demon wanted to destroy the universe. The Things loved and hated reality with a passion, and the use of magic attracted them like flies to a corpse. Once near sucha source, they would press.
Nobody could hear it, but had there been an atmosphere to conduct noise, the area would be filled with a low buzzing noise.

This is Hyporion, we must pause our repairs for an estimated one hour. We will send more...mundane assitance if you need it. Goblins are quite good mechanics provided you dont mind the occaisonal explosion.

"Sir, the goblin have sent a transmission saying they need to pause and
asking whether we require any engineers." Hein nodded. "Tell them they can
send over a few teams, our own engineers will guide them."

Hein walked over to the corpse of the navigations officer and began to
unplug him from the computer.

"Call up someone from sick bay to give him an honorable send off." Hein
said more to himself than his crew. "Yes Sir," Said Morgana, one of the
engineers on deck.

"Sir, ship's being departed!" said Rokan, Hein looked at the overhead
display that was finally operational. "They're sending out a group of ships.
What are your orders?" Hein thought for a moment. "Open up our docking bay
and send down a team to escort them to the bridge." Rokan nodded "Yes sir!
Two teams to the docking bay, send a diplomat as well."

The shuttle slowly approached the main vessel, Toran could see light spill out as docking bay doors were opened, earlier they had seen a smaller humanoid race, and from what he could tell Toran thought them to be goblins, clambering over the hull, welding metal over the holes in the ship. As they passed over one of the areas he could see that a good sneeze would probably have sent the 'repairs' off into space, most likely tearing away more of the hull in the process, that would have to be seen to.
After confirming that they had permission to land the pilot brought the shuttle in through the main hanger doors and gently dropped the ship onto the floor, the 2 Hornets returning to the Par-Taan on standby should they be needed.
As the ship settled the main doors closed and others at the far end opened to reveal a fair number of men pour through. Toran glanced through the window of the shuttle at them, and after making sure that he had the maps that the captain wanted, he gave his crew a fianl breifing, "right, i want this to go smoothly and quickly, dont pick any fights, be ready to return to the shuttle at a moments notice and for Sajuuk's sake dont screw up, we want to make a good impression." clapping his hands together he gave the pilot the order to open the rear doors, "lets go meet the neighbours."

The Hanger had seen better days. Most of the debris had been cleared but
there were still gaping holes in the walls and a stubborn that just refused
to go out was being contained by the crew.

The room was lit by a faint orange light that only covered a few parts
of the large hanger yet the crew seemed to be working fine in the dark. The
walls were made of a strange alloy with a smooth glossy surface every so
often a surge of purple light would flow threw many tubes imbedded into the
surface.

Two doors opened at the end of the hanger and a thick mist poured out.
Five, thin, very pale what looked to be humans stepped out. They wore
skintight black jumpsuits. There were two men and three women. One Of the
Females Stepped forward. A second group of five stepped out of the other
elevator.

These were all men about 7 to 8 feet tall they were well muscled and wore
loses brown jackets and pants. Except the commander who wore no shirt and a
large red barrio. A large weapon that only could be described as an AA-Gun
was strapped to his back.

The first group walked up to the ship and the woman bowed up close they
seemed eerie. They looked human but they were not breathing there skin was
very pale and glossy and almost transparent some of there veins could be
seen threw the skin. The woman herself was extremely attractive, she gave
off a kind of calming aura she had long black hair and soft green eyes.

The second group followed close. Growling almost animally. The woman looked
at the group and singled out the most commanding looking figure.

"Captain?" she asked. " I am Jezzable Locke diplomat and chief of
negotiations aboard the Willow. I apologize for the guards its basic
protocol that they come. Don’t worry about them just try not do anything
that they might see as a challenge. A lycan's bite is worse than its bark...
much worse."

She paused a moment to observe there reactions. "You look almost shocked
to see us here captain. I take it you have questions but don’t worry the
captain will answer them all. If you would follow me please."

The first group walked off toward the elevators the lycan’s close by. As
the leader turned and walked away a strange devise on his back was visible.
It seemed to mask him somehow almost as if he wasn’t there.

Jezzable turned and looked back. "Are you coming?"

To say that Toran was taken aback would have been one HELL of an understatement, he had never seen a ship or crew like this before, glossy walls, purple tubing (he assumed these were power lines but could not be sure), it was all too strange for him.
Then the oddest thing of all, 5 humanoid creatures stepped out of an elevator at the far end, all were thin and pale, as though they had never been outdoors before. next thing he knew a second group of people came through another elevator, these were very tall, Toran would have guessed 7 feet minimum, he himself was 6' 4" and these men were at least a head taller than him. Noticing that one of them carried a form of weapon that looked like it could punch holes through the shuttle he began to wish he'd brought more weapons along and a larger escort.
Still, he was glad that his crew had not fallen over in shock, or whatever, they were well trained, a woman out of the first group approached and addressed him, he somehwo felt re-assured by her presence, she was attractive, not his type, but certainly above average in looks. Behind her came the '7 feet tall' group and Toran's anxiety returned, having concluded her introduction, Jezzable Locke turned and walked back towards the lifts.

Lycans eh....a grim name for a grim people, while Jezzable seemed friendly enough, Toran didnt think he woud ever be albe to fully trust these...Lycans.

He turned to his crew, signaled them to follow and strode to the elevator currently occupied by Jezzable and her group.

OOC: sorry i didnt post yesterday i was at my dads ill get on it asap

The tiny white pod burst from the hull of the Weight of Heresy, floatin through space for a few dozen meters before engaging its own thrusters, shooting bright bue flame out as it sped forward. The pod was about twelve meters long, and four meters wide. It had thick external armour and an extensive engine complex though, limiting its crew and passenger space to a four by two meter area, fillind with rows of seats and a single-seat control seat on a raised platform in the back.

Sitting in the front of the ship was a large man, we wore a long grey trenchcoat over a black suit, with a white shirt underneath. He was bald and his face was pale. He had no expressions crossing his face as they sped nearer to the UE ship, only a black stare. He did not talk unless he was addressing his senior officers, giving orders, or treating with foregin diplomats.

As the shuttle neared the hanger bay they were aiming for, the one that appeared the least damaged, externaly at least, they noticed a large group of people at the other end. The man in the front, the diplomat, Mr. Grey, without looking back the the young driver said in a flat tone of voice

"Bring me to them"

The man did not respond, he only nodded, but he knew Mr. Grey would know what he did. The shuttle glided through the sheilds over the hanger bay, the engines shutting off as they hovered above the deck, the landing gear shot out as the shuttle fell the five feet down, catching the white pod gently before it smashed into the floor. A ramp opened out of the side of the pod and Mr. Grey stepped down into the alien ship, flanked by three guards. After they left the pod the doors closed and the shuttle turned and left, to return to the patrol fleets flagship.

Mr. grey walked up to the group of people, his cold stare penetrating them all, before he said in his flat voice "Well, lets go" He and his men followed the groups over to the elevators.