NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Im useing this Rp to introduce my future tech nation. Hopefully this will bring me into the fold and also prove to be a interesting little rp in itself.


Lucian sipped at the red liquid within his glass and looked forward, the overhead display showed exactly what he had feared. The outpost witch he had been sent to check up on looked completely lifeless. A few holes in its side leaked radiation into the open space. It didn’t look like it had been attacked, what ever happened must have happened form the inside.

“Bring us up to five miles distance, and stay clear of the leak the radiation could cause a power surge.” Lucian saw his crew nod in silent agreement. The sleek sanguine class cruiser pulled up to exactly five miles distance from the dead outpost and began a slow orbit.

The ship was about two miles long and about one mile long at its center, the ship looked kind of like a finger. Its almost completely round and made of a fine hard unknown material. The ship had six decks, minor shielding and cloaking abilities, many small torpedo bays a few short range laser platforms and one long ranged plasma cannon. The Sanguine Class was one of the more basic cruisers in the Empires fleet and was commonly used for exploration.

“Sir the station seems to be sending out a distress signal over a very wide spectrum, there is no telling who could have received it.” Lucian looked to the young man who spoke. He looked to be in his mid twenties but Lucian could tell he was about sixty. Lucian just like the majority of the members of the crew were vampires. Expect for the dozen or so lycans that acted as marines.

“How long has the outpost been sending the signal?” Lucian asked, leaning back into his command chair. “ Sir, there is no way to tell it seems to be stuck in a loop. There is a visual image attached shall I bring it up?” Lucian nodded and looked at the screen.

For many seconds there was only static with bestial sounds in the back ground and strange whispering. Then the picture cleared and a image became visible. A thin older man that looked to be in his late thirties slowly became visible. He was wearing a white lab coat and his black hair was greased back. He had a frantic look about him as he quickly spoke in a heavily accented voice.

“ They came from the electrical storm.” He said, as the sound of screams and gunfire became louder. “ The generator and elemental splitter malfunctioned. Something happened and they started comeing out of nowhere. Please help please….” The image once again grew thick with static, and strange sounds echoed over the monitor as well as screams of pain and crunching sounds.

Then a face began to manifest in the static. It looked like a human skull its mouth opened in a silent scream. A low demonic laugh echoed within the deck. Then suddenly the monitor went blank. “What the hell was that!” the young vampire yelled. “I have no idea.” Lucian responded, staring ahead blankly. “ But I think we can safely declare the outpost dangerous. Prepare a boarding team we are going in…

OOC: You just finished playing homeworld cataclysm, didn't you?

IC:
Kunat, Destroyer Group, Deep Space

The Kunaut, flagship of a small destroyer group of five exploring the area, was taking deep scans of the surrounding system in order to map out near-by gravimetric readings for a safe jump trajectory forward when they suddenly intercepted a distress signal.

Kunat, Bridge

The Kunat had a rather spacious, as most Hiigara vessesl do, bridge. It was the normal sky-blue coloration found on the outside, and despite the bridge being so large from its' outer appearance, once inside it, one realized that it was rather small, only a dozen or so people being able to fit inside it. It was exposed, but heavily armored. The commander of the vessel sat in the back, apparently uninterested in his assignment of exploration. He was Sobanni, not Mannani, and he was rather uninterested in his new assignment. His loyal command deck was arrayed in front of him as he looked at the main viewscreen absently.

"Sir!" said his communications officer.

The communications officer?, thought Quaren, the captain, What in the devil would he have to report? We're in deep space!. He said, however, "Yes?"

"Sir, there seems to be a distress signal coming in. Shall I patch it through?"

Distress signal? Finally some action! "Yes yes, put it up."
The main viewscreen flickered to what appeared to be a scientist, on a monitor. A message played out, detailing the incident, and then the unthinkable happened: he was struck by a unknown creature, and the message terminated. The Captain sat upright, on the edge of his seat, heart pounding, involuntarily not breathing as he contemplated what he saw.
Could this be true? "Communications, play slowly the last five seconds of the data."

"Yes sir. Playing now." The video moved about slowly, and the thing that attacked the scientist came up.

"Freeze that frame!" he shouted. And there is was, for all to see. An organism that had appeared during an electrical storm. Out of nowhere. Could it be? The Beast?!, he thought.

"Your orders, sir?" said his Vice-Captain, looking rather puzzled at his captain.

"Yes," he said. "We need to confirm what it was that attacked the crew. Jump to hyperspace. Plot course for unknown vessel."

"Yes sir. Engage hyperspace, now."

The destroyer group leapt into the void.

Near distressed vessel, in sight of Sanguine cruiser and derelict vessel

The fleet of five exited hyperspace, their gates closing behind them, and their ships returning to normal matter. They immediately detected the large derelict vessel, and a second later, detected another vessel. Their AI, Melphina, detected it as a Sanguine cruiser of the New Gothland banner. They immediately opened channels with them in the hopes of making this investigation a cooperative one.

Message to Sanguine-class cruiser:

Greetings. We are the destroyer group Kunat of the Hiigaran Empire. We intercepted a distress message from this vessel and came immediately to investigate the nature of this message. We extend a hand of trust and friendship to you and ask for your cooperation in this matter and for any relevant data you have onm what happened to the ship. We also wish to board the ship in order to obtain on-site data of what happened here, and ask for your assistance and coordination in this matter.

OOC: see sig links for info on what a destroyer looks like

-- Orbital Station 635-H --

Sergeant Harp was sitting at his post, on the command deck of a tiny Pinnacle[I]-class orbiter, the repots were just about to come in from the four sensor drones he had released earlier this morning, he was certain nothing would be going on, I mean, what could go wrong, this was the border with an ally of the Empire, now some stretch of deep space...

A sequence of little 'bing's brought his attention back to the controls in front of him. The noises told Harp that the probes had returned from their rounds. He wasn’t in any hurry to open the files; he knew that nothing was going on. He took the next five minutes to finish his game of Tetris before opening the files. When he scrolled through the first five hours of the report he noticed nothing, this might have been because nothing was there, save for the routine echoes that always appear on all the signals, or because he was to occupied by his drink to really read any of the words as they sped down his screen. It took only seconds to pass through the first hours, and as the report neared the end he was ready to close the file and send it to the archives at HQ when he noticed an anomaly.

There was something here. Harp nearly spit his drink across the keyboard, there was a video file at the very bottom of the record, the probe must have picked it up as it was flying back, because the sound was a little sketchy, but the sergeant had gotten the gist of it. There was a man, from the empire to the east, who was sending out a distress call. Harp immediately saved the report and sent it through to the regional HQ with a message:

“Important, distress call enclosed, please respond”

-- Captain Duchov’s Bridge, [I]Heart of Iron –

The Captain had just received the distress call, with an attachment informing his that his patrol fleet, the 21st Squadron of the 125th Patrol Fleet, had been chosen to investigate. The target area was thought to be one of the massive orbital stations utilized by their eastern neighbors. Duchov stood up, looking over his bridge crew, who had all received the same orders as him.

“Alright people, you know what’s happening, so I’m not going to go over it with you.”

The crew nodded, each remembering the details of the piece of video they had received and was still playing in a silent loop behind them on the main screen.

“Flint, bring all weapon systems up to 100%, Teminkov, plot a course to the source of the signal, bring us in a few miles off, maximum speed!”

The half-dozen small vessels of the 125th jumped into the warp, not to be seen again until they landed off the side of the foreign station in a few hours.

"Kaptin!" A Nob shouted out from his crude console "Kaptin, Da ship i's talking at me!" Slowly Da Mek walked over to the frustrated Ork "Stoopid Nob, Da Ship is pikkin' up Da stress signull from Da Humie ship!" Quickly the Mek tapped around on the console in order to make "Da Seeing Ting" work, the message come up on screens across Da Brijj, "Get Da Grotz ter set Da Coorz, Do it now before I set ye to Da Squiggoth!" Pushed on by the fear of becoming Squiggoth meat Nobz, Meks and Grotz scrabbled about to get the Hulk moving slowly towards it's destination.

"Warboss Smorgg, we found a Humie ting in trubbull, we moving in ter Da kill with our Waaagh!" Big Mek Grotboy bellowed down the long distance communications system, he still hadn't understood that he didn't need to shout for the communication to reach but it was Orky enough anyway, as the Hulk flew into hyperdrive bits of plating and Grotz could be visibly seen floating out into space.

OOC: actually I got the idea from doom and a few badly made sci fi flicks.

"Sir!, five unknown vessels have just entered the vicinity and are requesting contact your orders?" Lucian nodded at the young com officer. "Bring up the message." The young officer nodded. "Give me a moment to translate it sir."

Lucian read the message from the small computer in the arm of his chair. Lucian began a sequence of quick finger taps. Checking the archives of the ship for any information on the vessel. He wasn’t surprised when nothing was found.

They were a relatively new empire. In a section of space that wasn’t well known and was avoided by most who knew it. Even though his race had existed since the dawn of man. It had taken thousands of years for them to carve out a empire. There leader is rumored to be the oldest vampire in existence and is viewed by the populace as a livening god.

Lucian tapped up a quick message and forwarded it to the communications officer. " Conrad translate the message back into there dialect and forward it to the vessel that sent the message."

Message To The Kunaut:

This Is Captain Lucian Bloodmire, of the Sanguine Cruiser-Dead Rose. That ship is actually a Research station on the finger of our empires control. The type of experiments going on there are Classified and are beyond my reach. We are preparing a boarding team and may accompany us if you please. But however, this operation is of Imperial nature witch is putting us in charge of the matter.

Kunat, Bridge

"Sir," said the communications officer, "they've given us the all-clear. But understand, this is their lab ship and they have jurisdiction."

"Good, excellent. Then they have specifications on the ship. Ask them if there is twelve-foot clearance on the ship."

"Yes sir, sending communications now."

To: Dead Rose
We accept your leadership in this matter, and request any data on the structure of the ship you are cleared to give us. Failing that, we need to know if general clearance in the ship is 12' or above. This will determine what kind of troop we send into the ship with you. Please respond.

By the time that the Hulk Gartlinz came out of warp it had almost halfed in mass, Big Mek Grotboy had the ships within this system on a screen, he grimaced, enough firepower to take out the whole hulk, as much as the Orkies excelled at hand to hand fighting they did not have much skill in ship construction, "Kruddz, get yer Mek arse ter Da Brijj!" Grotboy shouted again down the intercom, within half an hour the Nob had made his way to the bridge where the Big Mek had been waiting impatiently "Da Boss is not gunna like Dis but we gotta not kill Da Humies!" Grotboy could sense the shock on his second in command, "now send Da messijj ter Da Humie fleet asking what Da problems is and if we kan loot Da uffa vessull!" Well at least Grotboy still had his lust for scrap, "Go to it Den!" He bellowed out after the Nob hesitated to move.

"Humie Vessull we be Da Smorgg Orks, we wuntin ter loot of Da uffa vessull witch is in Da stress, we be kumpelled ter giff yer lots a Teef fur Da vessull kus we like loot, what yoo say?" Krudda hated Humie language, it was so smooth that it ranged beyond an Orks vocal abilities, still loot was loot.

The five Sword Class frigates leapt out of the gaping hole into the Immaterium, followed by the Gothic class cruiser Heart of Iron, with their Captian Duchov aboard. As soon as all vessels had checked in and finished their basic systems diagnostic that was required after any warp jump, the Captian sent out a short message:

To all ships, bring your weapons up to 100% if you have not already, bring sheilds up, link your point-defence systems to the AI, ready all anti-boarding parties. We do not know what is happening here. I ask you all to hold off on any contact to any foreign ships. Stay put until we figure out why we are here.

A few miniutes after the dispatch of this message, a second was sent out, this time sent to the six foreign ships hovering in front of them,

This is the twenty-first Squadron of the 125th fleet Patrol of the Pudite Imperium. We recived a distress call from this area, what is your situation?

The message was short and to the point, like the captian that composed it. After the second communication was finished with, the Captian left the bridge to oversee the preperation of the contingent of Storm Troopers that he carried with him. He would in the event of a journey off the ship, lead these men himself. Still waiting for a response from the other ships, he began to suit up, strapping on his chest plate and activating his refractor feild, among other preperations.