NationStates Jolt Archive

The USS Intrepid slowly drifted in to the darkness of unknown space its engines silently rumbling, as its dark grey hull gleamed with in the star light, its mission was simple survey an unknown system a few hundred light years from federal space for possible colonization.


The Unions plans were also to set up a SWACS out post but this was not the crews concern, the captain was sitting yawning on is chair booking around the busy bridge as the ship flew in to the unknown, the helms officer pale and tired worked lat in to the night early morning .


The con officer taped his glassy beeping console scanning for any signs of life or planets or ships in the area, there was nothing not even a blip . the ship was nearing in to a sector of space never before explored it was quiet to quite, the captain thought he broke the silent by looking up to his tactical officer who was addressing his console and tactical systems, and said “tactical make sure our weapons and shields are in tip top shape I want us prepared for any surprises”

The tactical officer nodded and said “this is waaay to quiet for me sir”



The captain nodded and said in a sigh “ I know what you mean LT.. I know what you mean“


The helms officer looked back as the ship was on autopilot the light gleaming on her black hair and brown forehead “ sir I frankly don’t like being out here with out any support, I don’t trust this place”

The captain sighed and replied In a rough voice “ I under stand your concern, ensign but we have to do our job, I don’t like it one bit either.”


The con officer continued the scan and stated “well at least if there’s any thing out there I’m here to detect it, the helms officer replied “ that’s a relief..” sarcastically.

The captain ordered in a some what loud voice before an argument stated “that’s enough! Lets do our mission not bicker about details.“

The ship continued to drift swiftly towards an asteroid belt the yellowish glow of a nearby nebula, light the sector, as the ships sleek grey hull reflected light back out in to space.


http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/24840144/ intrepid class )

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The ship continued to scan the area; so far nothing was being noticed.

The ship slowly rumbled along passing asteroids, its engines slowly rushing through
The darkness of space.

Scanning the area, nothing yet to report, sir.

The colony ship Civilization appeared in a ray of light, it's gray hulls made almost black by the blankness of the area.

Are you sure, Lieutenant? Wow, why in Talean's name would we be sent out here to locate new colonies for the Empire? I don't even see any planets!

(OOC: I'm assuming there are no planets, as you made no hints that there are any.)

Captain Florense Gabon sat in his comfy leather chair. His crew around him busily at work on their stations. It was the strangest thing, perhaps they went off course? No, that can't be, Taledonian systems are too good for that to happen. But why were they there? No planets means no colonies, but perhaps there's something else of interest in this desolate area of space.

The Intrepid rumbled along, the bridge was quite until the new ship appeared, suddenly the con officer console was beeping loudly and widely indicating a new contact in the area.

The con officer opened his eyes and said “well looks like we have company “

The captain signed and looked up to the helms officer sitting next to him he was addressing a padd at that moment and said “set an intercept course, maxim speed”

The helms officer nodded and tiredly tapped the bottoms in front of her on her console.



The small 305 m ship rumbled quickly in front of the unknown vessel

Captain, we have a starship on scope, unknown origin and class.

A small hologram of the foreign vessel appeared infront of Gabon. He looked over the design, checking to see if it was a warship or a scout, and quickly determined that regardless, it was better armed than the Civilization.

Come to a full stop, shields up, charge weapons. Open a channel.

This is Captain Florense Gabon of the Republican colony starship Civilization. Please respond and identify yourselves.

The USS intrepid came to a stop its hull lights blinking over its grey sleek hull the light of a near buy star making a glorious shining affect, the con officer sighed and opened a channel looking to the captain, and stating “channel open”

The captain nodded and stood up a visual hologram appeared on the other ship as the captain stepped on a panel; on the bridge.


“greetings” the some what middle aged rugged captain spoke in a rather friendly voice, my name is captain john soto from the USS Intrepid, a federal star ship, it is rather nice to see another soul with in this desolate area, what exactly is your mission”

Florense still sat in his chair, looking over the man.

The Federal Union? The ones who invaded a nation of the Republic not so long ago, interesting that we should meet here. We have come with orders to claim this territory for the Empire and colonise it, unfortunatly, we must have made an error as we do not see anything that can be colonised.

The captain chuckled sighing “well yes, that’s in the past, our mission here is to explore this system, searching for new constrictions of cobalt 56 ore” and other things.

Screams and the beatings of drums; like the scratchings of weapons upon a hull; the tumult of banging and smashing that echoed with a metallic keening; radiated over the communications; as the red painted ships advanced; skulls and skeletons, and bodies adorning the hull in grisly trophies of conquest; blood and paint mixed together to adorn these hovering slaughterhouses; charnel houses that spluttered and hissed through the void.

These unknown sectors belonged to them; to them by right of blood and bone! They had hunted and fed and settled in the vast voids; sending out raiding parties; and now this one had returned, and there were strangers in the midst. Strangers; outlanders....Prey?

The spluttering, hissing vessels that had arrived, held now in the void; some were small, shark-like raiders; others were vast hulks; while yet more, bristled with smaller raiding shuttles; each seemed a terrible thing; all spikes and cannon and horror. These were the stories told in the taverns of the outer rim; these were the fell tales that nursed children to nightmare...These were the Reavers.

The Intrepid meanwhile was sitting in the dark void of space, its hull lighting blinking as its grey sleek hull shined in the light, the con officer on board was addressing his scans when he looked and discovered multiple contacts.

He sighed as he looked a the beeping his console was emanating, he stared back over, to the captain and hastily said “sir we have multiple ships incoming.. !”

The captain looked back his hologram moving as well and said “send out a genral hail , got to yellow alert want to be ready for any thing”

A friendly hail was sent, mean while the ship had raised it shields and put is wepons on standby.

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As the cruiser, the Fenrir, as well as it's flanking corvettes, the Dragon, the Warrioress, and the Saurus cruised throught space, they picked up a few ships from the TFU, Taledonia, and another, unknown group.

As they neared the various ships, the sensors activated, scanning both the known and unknown ships. Meanwhile, Captain Ouzim opened a channel on a general band.

"Hello all, and might we inquire who you are, and your reasons for congregating here?"

"God, not again," the captain of F.T.S.C. Heavy Cruiser Noah, William Harper said sheepishly.
“What is it sir”
“You see those contacts?”
“Yes sir,” said the sensors operator looking as his screen, “Just a few ships, nothing more. Right?”
“Wrong son, every time different factions gather thing always go straight to he…”
The captain had turned around when the sensors screen sounded and a good number of contacts flashed onscreen.
“Holy shit sir we got Reavers!”
“Force size?”
“Ship count is around 20 maybe more, sizes ranging from raiders to carriers.”
“Arm all weapons, give fire control to the RI, power up the shields, and open a channel to the other ships, message is a follows.”



The captain then muttered, “Hell of a way to start a colonization recon.”

This is William Harper captain of F.T.S.C. Heavy Cruiser Noah, you my not know, but you have a big fleet of bad bearing down on your position. In by bad I mean Reavers, and if you don’t know who they are, you don’t want to. We have activated our weapon systems to engage the fleet. Good luck.

At that time the weapons on the cruiser bristled like hairs on the back of one’s neck. Then as the ships entered the kill zone, particle lances, ion cannons, and nukes exploded from the ship, the rail gun let loose and it had begun.


DATA ON THE CRUISER:

Class: Hiigara-Class Heavy Cruiser

Hull Length: 1400m

Hull Width: 600m

Sublight Power: 32 Plasma Rockets

FTL Drive: Wormhole generator can take ship to 1,025 light years a second. Range is infinite.

Power Source: 15 Massive Nilling d-sinks MARK II.

Armament: 40 200-terajoul particle lances, 40 200-terajoule ion cannons, 40 anti-ship railguns, and 40 point-defense rail guns. All of the weapons are placed with 10 of each on each side of the hull, top, bottom, left, and right. Finally four gimbaled turrets with 28 510-megaton nukes in each launcher. All four launchers are placed on opposite sides of hull in the middle. Also in 8 forward facing launch tubes are 2-gigaton nukes for massive ships or for ground based defenses. One nuke in each tube. All nukes use a nutron warheads. (OCC: Thanks to CorpSac for the tips.)

Defensive Shields: The ship is protected by a 21-tier fusion high-energy shield system, also it has 14m thick titanium alloy armor around the ship.

Sensors: The ship has a sensors package along with hysradar that can scan and detect anything within 8,000 AUs of the craft.

Control: A very advanced R.I. (Restricted Intelligence) system controls almost all ship operations. So only a small crew is needed.

Shuttle Bays: 4 shuttle bays hold 5 Pelican-Class shuttles in each bay.

Crew Compliment: The ship has a crew of 550, and can carry 2,350 Marines. The ship is equipped with enough armories to supply all crew members with a H&K Compact 40. USP, Marines carry standard M-13 ARs and H&K 40. USPs. The armories also stock many different weapons for what ever may be encountered. The carrier also carries enough MTBs, NGHUMVVEs, trucks and equipment for a force of that size.

The F.S.S Eternity slowly drifted through the outer regions of space. Suddenly the sensor panel emitted loud beeps indicating something was close. " Unidentified craft craft on colision course take evasive action!" Screamed President Winters " what did we just miss?" " Intrepid class starship sir and two other unidentified vessels." Said the helmsman. " Raise sheilds and go to yellow alert.Have the gunners and marines on stand by. In the mean time open a channel to the U.S.S. Interpid."

While one of the vessels disintegrated under the enemy firew; the rest whirred upon it like a shoal of predatory fish; like vast piranha; now swarming their assailant. Cruel magnetic barbs hissed forth; to pierce and tear at the enemy hulls; while cannons blazed, and EMP weapons howled.

The screams that echoed over the comms were replaced by inhuman cries of rage and anger; they were readying; they were hungry; and enraged that these beings should attack them. They were meat; they did not attack; they laid down and died; like so long ago...they would lie down, but they wouldn't. Couldn't. The anger drove them forth...

Armor and leather faded into human flesh, flesh upon flesh, sewn into their beings; flesh pierced and mutilated; blood running in rivulets from wounds that gaped in ceremonial adornment; terrible; horrible injuries, self inflicted and maintained. Pain and hunger and hatred were their fuels; and they needed all of them now; to go onwards; to kill...

"Why do people always feel the need to fight for little or no reason." Captain Ouzim asked nobody as he opened a channel this time aimed at the Noah.

"If you do not explain the reasons for this appearently groundless attack, we shall be forced to treat you as a general threat and engage. I don't think you'd like that personally."

OCC:
The reavers are best explained in this refrence archive excerpt:


Key Traits

Reavers are, at least genetically, human in more or less every way. They have no known physical mutations- the primary difference between normal humans of the 'verse and Reavers is their utter and complete madness. Showing no care for life, they are driven by an insane, homicidal aggresion that manifests in the cannibalism, rape, and torture that they visit upon any unfortunate enough to come across them.
Reavers are impossible to mistake for anything else. As a symptom of their insanity, they deliberately gash and cut their own flesh, and a Reaver is often covered in open or partially healed wounds. Barbaric piercings and random bits of metal shoved into their flesh are also common, giving them a ghastly and corpse-like air. They seem no physically stronger or tougher than normal humans- merely innured to pain to the point where they care nothing for their injuries or indeed their own lives, and more willing to push their bodies to the extreme because of their madness.
Exactly how sentient individual Reavers are remains an open question. Although they clearly must have some retention of any original knowledge prior to their madness (as evidenced by their command of starships and weapons) Reavers are as without fear as they are without mercy, and they have never been seen to speak or indeed communicate (although that may be because any time they are observed they are on the hunt). The sole sound they make is an insane, wordless scream, which adds to the mystery of how a group of creatures little more than beasts could run a starship to the degree that they do. Indeed, Reaver ships may, although rarely, attack each other.
Reaver territory is centered about the rim of known space, and at least one massive gathering was present around the planet Miranda. They do not, however, live on any planet. Instead, Reavers spend their entire lives aboard their grotesque spacecraft, floating through the void and setting planetfall only to raid and pillage before leaving for the hunt once more. Normally they stay within their own territory and only venture out on raids, rather than moving en masse to attack the Alliance or the border worlds.
Reavers In Combat

Reavers seem to favor close combat, although they are fully capable of using firearms. It is likely that their reduced mental abilities makes firearms a poor choice. Instead, they rush forward, occasionally firing at victims if stymied, and overwhelm their enemies in a deadly charge with cruel blades and melee weapons and their bare hands and teeth. Although they occasionally carry conventional firearms, Reavers also seem to use poisoned needles, and very frequently a form of large speargun. The aim of both weapons is probably to ensure that the victim is alive when taken. Utterly fearless, they will charge until they are wiped out - casualties don't seem to matter much to a Reaver band.
Reavers seem to prefer to subdue their victims. Those unfortunates who are rendered helpless or fall are either raped to death, eaten alive, flayed, or commonly all three, as well as other horrific depravities. After they finally escape into death, the Reavers will sew their skins into their clothing, and may very well either hang up the corpses as a gruesome trophy or strap them to their starcraft. Reaver craft are almost inevitably festooned with at least a few skeletons.
On a planetary raid, Reavers target settlements without an abundance of defense. After raping, murdering, eating, and sewing Reavers burn the settlement to the ground. Most of the time Reavers stick to their hunting territories; however, over the past few years the Reavers have been expanding from their territories. This is likely caused by the depletion of food sources as settlers steer clear of their territories.
Reaver Spacecraft

Reaver starships are abominations: older-line models for the most part, often no longer used by other inhabitants of the 'verse. They are festooned with bits of random debris and ghoulish junk, a characteristic paint scheme of red slashes, and the skeletons of their prey, and are frequently armed with a Magnetic Grappler with which to seize victim ships. Reaver craft have a savage and funeral air, and are not in particularly good shape - they are almost inevitably running without reactor containment, which means the inhabitants are constantly being bombarded with radiation at suicidal levels. Reaver ships seem to broadcast a nightmarish chorus screaming across channels, although whether this is the howling of their inhabitants or the sounds of their victims is uncertain.
In space raids, Reavers target poorly defended ships and cargo transport vessels. They do this by catching the vessel with a Magnetic Grappler. Once on board Reavers quickly subdue the passengers and commence with their depraved pleasures. Once that's done they string up the bodies in a place where they can be found by rescue parties -- they sometimes leave a trap attached to the hull of the derelict to cripple rescue ships. This means, of course, that the ship will be left stranded- and easy prey for the Reavers if they choose to return. Once a civilian ship is boarded by Reavers, it is doomed, because the close confines of a ship are natural settings for savage melees.
Reavers in space battles display the same degree of suicidal insanity that they do on land. They seem to display the same preference for close combat when in their craft - Reavers slam into enemy starships without pause, heedless to the damage to their own hulls, and their ships may very well be armed with folding 'arms' ending in large blades that presumably may be used to rend and tear rammed victims. The sheer weight and inertia of their ships may buckle warship hulls. Their ships are also armed with conventional starcraft weapons, as well as electromagnetic pulse beams, which aid in their capturing of potential victims by shutting down electrical systems.


IC:

To Theao Ship
They have raided some of our vessals and small towns. We are at war with them. That is why we opend up, or we could leave, and you could be etten alive, or we could kill you so they don't want you anymore then leave, your choice.


Most barbs were taken out by the PDRGs but some impacted the shilds, most did noting but others broke through and pirced the hull.
"Sir, decks 3-5 are venting"
"Seal them off, and..."
Just then the rear half of the ship lost power.
"EMP sir, took out the rear section, also line fire from the cannons has taken out 3 of our plasma rockets "
OCC:(Line fie is when one round goes into the hole in a shild created by a round the struck milliseconds before)
IC:
"Fire high yeld nukes, our shileds can take it. Show them the hall to hell."
Twenty-five 500 megaton nukes thunderd from thier launchers and sored towards the reaver ships.
Just after he gave the order a message came in from Fleet Command.
"Sir, we are ordered to return to port, some big has happned."
"We are too damamged anyway to keep this up. I just hope those nukes hit thier targets."
And with that the Noah made the jump home.

OCC: Sorry, in anouther RP somethig very very very bad happned.

"If those calamitus claptraps are a serious threat, then I'll eat my hat." Ouzim said, and this was saying something, as the G.I. hats were practically impossible to tear, rip, damage, or even get dirty.

As the agressive ship disappeared, they wondered what the other ships would do.

The tactical officer sighed and said”what the? ”in a perplexed tone, he blinked
The captain looked over to the officer confused what is it lt?”

The tactical officer responded as he was pressing the holographic glassy console like mad, bringing the ship to red alert, stating “we have new contacts and they are fireing on these aliens”

The captain opened his eyes” open haling frequencies” then ordering loudly “helm maneuver us out of the way of the fire target ships but don’t fire unless we are fired upon”

The helms officer and tactical officer nodded


The con officer taped a glassy button and nodded his had to the captain.

The captain spoke this is the federal star ship intrepid we demand that this fighting stop at once, there are friendly in the area!”


Emmy fire mean while grazed the intrepid as it was trying ot maneuver out of the way, suddenly several bolts of fire hit the intrepid shields, the ship shook widely. Its shields held but it was a bumpy ride.



The captain growled “were the hell did that fire come from”


The tactical officer sighed and said “sir I’m going to fire back”

The captain nodded “target an enemy cruiser and fire, try to disable them ”



The sleek grey but small cruiser maneuvered almost like a fighter dogging fire, its arrays charged up and fired several continuous pulses for 12 seconds towards Reaver ships, the crimson orange beams powerfully flew out adding a much needed color to the void


(Occ: my type V phased Resonance Disrupter Array are as powerful as heavy turbolasers on an isd but unlike them they fire in beam mode and from arrays they look and sound like phasers but they aren’t.)

Fire tore through a larger Reaver cruiser; the occupants of the other ships leading their insane raiders towards the Union vessels. A hissed, guttoral cry echoed over the comms. A roar of anger, rage, black fury and limitless hunger; the vessels spun forward; EMP's rocketing forth towards the enemy; along with great Magnetic Grapplers and Spears; cannons roared in primevil fury as the insane, once-human warriors sallied forth; ready to kill and slay; one larger, blade fronted vessel was hurtling right towards the enemy; on a collision course; and Reavers waited; ready to break through; ready to rend and tear...

And feed.

The intrepid maneuvered and began firing its arrays again and again, crimson beams of fire spread out from several different directions, shields blinking distributing the fire across it in a bluish glow.


The captain looked over as the ship shook slightly and ordered extremely loudly “Fire those dam torpedoes and lay Disruptor fire on them !”


The ship spun around and whooshed its engines rumbling, almost like a fighter, more fire poured out form its arrays in multiple directions, as crimson orange bolts of fire , and blue bolts of fire spewed out from its torpedo tubes, tera tons of fire spread in all directions, as the ship was hit several times on the port and aft shields.



The intrepid:
Shields:
Port: 95%
Aft: 85%
Dorsal:100%
Ventral: 95%
Starboard :85%

Damage: none yet

"I guess we leave the insane, agressives to duke it out and kill each other." Ouzim commented as the four ships moved out of range of both the Intrepid, and the Reavers.

(bump)

OOC:

silently rumbling

Eh? :p

(.... a low tone of rumbleing misworded )

Multiple contacts on scanners sir. It appears that we have a picnic here.

Well we aren't equiped to fight off the ants, this Colony ship isn't strong enough to fight all of them, and who knows who are the friendly ones and who are the dangerous ones. Get us out of here.

And with that, a ray of light exploded across the stars as the ship disappeared.