NationStates Jolt Archive

The last thing Rel remembered of Earth was being shot.

At the time, his platoon was outside the capital city of Golp. The Victory Landers were closing in on all sides, having captured all of Iranq except Golp. The defenders fought hard, but they all knew the war was lost. It had been lost since the bio weapons were deployed last summer.

"Rel, we have to go." Rel's friend Casey urged him as they both ducked under the weak force field.

"Ensign, we can't abandon everyone! They'll die!"

"Sir, we can't save anyone else. We won't accomplish anything by staying behind."

"Casey please... leave me here. I'll die with Iranq."

A micro nuke burst behind them. Rel heard the screams of the men he had fought with for so long as they were hit. The lucky ones died instantly. The nuke also shorted out the force field.

"Rel please! We need you. The future of Iranq depends on people like us."

"No I won't...” Then Casey shot his friend, stunning him.

"I'm sorry. I hope you'll thank me later." Ensign Casey said as he carried his friend to the ship the Hope.

The Hope, hours later.

Rel awoke and immediately looked out the window.

"No. Please tell me he didn't..."

But he had. When Rel saw Earth, he knew Casey had brought him on the last ship leaving it.

Rel immediately got up and got to the bridge. It wasn’t hard to find since Rel had helped design the Hope, even though he never intended to be on it.

When Rel got to the large circular bridge, he found Admiral Jansed in the center seat.

"Commander Rel, your awake. We've rendezvous with the fleet."

"How many made it sir?"

"40 ships. About 5,000 people. Hard to believe that’s all that’s left of us..."

"Yes." Rel said. He pushed aside what he was about to say: "Hard to believe any one of us wanted to liver to see us reduced to 5,000."

"Admiral do we know where we're going?"

"No."

Attention any recipients of this message:

We are the Iranqin nation from Earth. We have lost our home and are in search of a new one. We are in dire need of aid. We appreciate any help you can give us.

Admiral Jansed,
Commander of the fleet.

“Sir we are receiving a transmission.”

“Put it through.”


Attention any recipients of this message:

We are the Iranqin nation from Earth. We have lost our home and are in search of a new one. We are in dire need of aid. We appreciate any help you can give us.

Admiral Jansed,
Commander of the fleet.


“Lets see who these people are. Mind you I want all hands ready in case of an emergency.”

“Yes sir”

With that the Ha’Tak class vessel entered a Hyperspace window and moments later exited in front of the Iranq fleet.

Transmission from Ha’Tak class warship Osiers to Iranq fleet

This is the Nebarri Empire warship Osiers to Iranqin fleet. We are willing to allow some people from your fleet to come aboard. Do you happen to have any form of transporter on board your ships?

OOC: note, a Ha’Tak transmission automatically makes the speakers voice become amplified to make the persons voice sound “godish”

Aboard the F.T.S.C. Curiser [I]Shadow Diver[I]

"Sir, we are picking up a long range transmission"

"Let's Hear It"


Attention any recipients of this message:

We are the Iranqin nation from Earth. We have lost our home and are in search of a new one. We are in dire need of aid. We appreciate any help you can give us.

Admiral Jansed,
Commander of the fleet.

"Do we know the origin?"

"We do sir"

"Make the jump"

The ship then vanished in a twisting spire of light that then to vanshed.

"We're through! Contacts, R.I. says 40 ships."

"Open a channel."

To Iranqin Fleet:
This is captain James Falken of the Flightopian Cruiser Shadow Diver, you say you are in seach of a new home, we would be happy to escort you to a unhibated moon of one of our home planets. Provided that you are human. If not we can show you planets or moons that can be teraformed by us to your specifications. We are sorry for your loss. We also can bring you to one of our orbital space port in a close by system where you can get supplies. We can bring you supplies now bu we only have so much on this ship. Do any of your ships have stuttle bays, if not we could send one to dock. Please respond over.

Message from The Hope

Osiers , we are equipped to dock, but all transporter tech we developed was rendered useless after Victory Land disrupted it. May we dock? If so, I wish to send my second officer Commander Rel along with a small detachment of officers.

Thank you,
Admiral Jansed

On Board the Hope

"Finally! Good news!" Corporal Clasidu said as he suited up. "After Three Valleys I didn't think it was possible!"

"Corporal, after we lost the Battle of Three Valleys, I knew good news had flown away and settled in Victory Land." Rel said. "Until now."

They had been in space for a week. Rel hadn't seen or heard from Casey at all. He had heard the ensign was onboard the Terra Venture trying to distribute food. When he saw him, Rel wasn’t sure if he'd punch him or hug him.

"Okay everyone. Be careful. We don't know who these people are. They look and sound pretty advanced." Jansed told the boarding party for the third time.

"We'll try not to start a shooting war Admiral." Dr. Granson said. Everyone in the room looked at her. "I'm kidding!" she said with a chuckle.

Of everyone on the ship (Probably the fleet) Granson was taking this the best. She had lost most of her family years ago, and since then, she had been working on the Hopeproject. Everything she cared about was with her now.

Few could say the same. Rel kept hoping his third cousin whom he had only met once was alive, but the rest of his family was confirmed dead. The commander wasn’t even sure why he cared if someone he barely knew survived.

Because he's all you got left. Beggars can't be choosers. Rel's subconscious told him.

"Okay, just make sure this goes well people. This is the difference between life and death for all of us. No screw ups." the Admiral told them.

"Good luck." He added.

Message from The Hope

Shadow Diver, thank you for your offer. Yes, we are human. If you could, we would appreciate some food for some of our ships. The Victory Landers radiation weapons ruined too much of what we brought.

We would like to see the moon before settling just to make sure all our basic needs are met there, but if so we would like to settle their.

Thank you. You have helped bring us out of our hour of peril.

Admiral Jansed.


The Hope


"Two contacts in a day! That’s probably unheard of!"

"Who knows what’s unheard of out here Ensign." Jansed replied to his navigator.

"I always thought when we finally made a first contact it would be all over the news at home. It might even turn the wars tide." The navigator said. "I didn't picture... we'd have no home."

"No one did. Except maybe Dr. Granson."

The crew laughed. They'd been laughing a lot in the past week, though in the state they were in what they laughed at wasn’t necessarily funny.

"Now come on. Lets save our race."

On the Shadow Diver

"Get the food in the shuttles, and hurry the skipper wants us space-side in 15 minutes."

The crew of hangar bay 5-A were working over time trying to load the 15 pelican shuttles with all the food they could find, as getting more would just mean makeing a quick jump back to base.

25 Minutes later

The 15 shuttles glided without a sound towards the Hope. In the lead shuttle was the XO of the Shadow Diver Ben Galss, under his command a party of 50 to unload the supplies.. He steped into the cockpit and put on one of the headset mics and keyed the transmit buttion.

Hope, this is Ben Galss, XO of the Flightopian ship before you. I have 15 shuttles loaded with food and medical supples. We request either docking clearence or if you have stuttle bays a landing clearence. I also carry the specs of the moon you can enhabit for you to view, over.

OCC: Do you have FTL tech? If not we can get your ships therem will disclose how later IC.

Warship Osiris to Hope. You may dock a ship with ours, you may be armed, but make no mistake your officers will be guarded at all times, for our sake and yours


“Get me my shield and Ribbon Device, and two solders with Kull armor as escorts”

“Yes sir”

“Oh, and prepare the leaders of each section for a meeting with the Iranqins”

“Yes sir”

With that the Captain moved down to the docking bay

OOC: Yes we have FTL, but its being rationed for emergencies. Our drives aren't exactly state of the art and use a lot of power.

IC: Docking Clearance Granted. Welcome aboard Mr.Galss.

Osiris docking bay. The boarding party saw the Nebarri_Prime officers. Despite all that Rel had seen his first thought was Wow. I'm the first Iranqin to meet an alien.

"I'm Commander Rel, Security officer of the Hope. This is Dr. Granson our CMO, Lieutenant Horali our chief engineer, and Corporals Clasidu, Maryest, Telio, and Rayt."

Glass after receiving the clearance switched the radio to the flight's frequency, "OK boys, we have clearance, bring em' in."

After a few minutes the comforting sounds of docking reverberated through the shuttle. As the crews unloaded their cargo, Glass stepped into the ship, taking in its features "A fine ship," he thought, " if only Jane could be here to see it.” He sighed then proceeded to supervise the unloading.

“hello, I am Fera of Theed and my hosts name is Kyp Nordan. I am pleased to meet you Commander Rel if you will follow me this way we will show you to the meeting room.” Replied the Captain

OOC: Fera is a Symbiot(sp?) that lives in a human, his voice sounds alot like the voice the ships com makes

It sung, it soared, it gave a baleful cry of joy as the sleek, powerful form of the Dragon [Pic: http://www.ambrosiasw.com/games/evn/desktoppics/Polaris_Dragon(1024x768).jpg ]slipped through the inky black sea of space. Yet, there was not one voice that rang with the tune. A second mind, a second string of laughter and mirth cried out with the first. Two beings wove into one: a ship and his master.

Then, a pause in the song. A twain of grief and disruption. Both the master and the servant felt it. Both grasped at the resonance against their very essence.

A single, solemn message:

Attention any recipients of this message:

We are the Iranqin nation from Earth. We have lost our home and are in search of a new one. We are in dire need of aid. We appreciate any help you can give us.

Admiral Jansed,
Commander of the fleet.

Earth. Terra.

Such a long time since the master had heard such a name. The Heart of the Old Empire. The Enslavers and the Nurterors. The Beginning and the End.

Onboard the organic ship, a green, throbbing pod began to split. From this crack burst forth a waterfall of grey-blue fluid. As the tumult cascaded on the soft floor, a single man could be seen inside the ships' depths. She had blonde hair just past her shoulders, though it was dripping with the fluid from her seat. He was wearing what appeared to be a form of ceramic/plastic armor: though it was quite light and barely covering his body. Two deep purple eyes gazed from behind heavy-set eyelashes, his almost elfin-like face contorted into a yawn.

As the man stood, the liquid on his 6'2" body quickly fell to the floor as though someone attached every drop to strings and pulled.

<well nik'kolyosh we have visitors>

He did not speak as these words echoed around the ship. A strange cry eminated after his speech, as the words flooded both the halls of the craft and the man's head.

<agree:aid:give>

<do you think so>

The man's face became contorted with thought, contemplating the ship's request.

<i suppose so after all we cannot stop while human life is in danger prepare to drop out of cloak on my command we must first judge if they are what they appear to be>

<agree:plan:execute>

The man nodded, closing his eyes. He reached out with his mind's eye and began to gaze at the flowing weaves of the universe. The entirety of existence was stretched before him as nothing more than twists and turns of energy, thought, and matter.

Soon, he had found the one named Jansed. With an ethereal hand bound to his thoughts, he tugged at the Admiral's weave.

To the Admiral, he would feel the following message wring in his head. It would not be in speech; no identifiable language or voice. Instead, it was composed of thoughts, ideas, and understandings. Basic emotions and thought that formed into comprehensive patterns:

<do not be alarmed admiral jansed please do not be alarmed you are not going crazy nor are you delirious i am communicating with you from not far away via thought please do not panic my name is aylarel i am a friend to you if you hail from earth long ago my people and i fled earth to reach the stars we hear you are in need of assistance and a home i know of many places far from earth to start anew where you shall enjoy your life i had doubts as to your motive but as i have bound myself to you i feel naught but truth please if i were to reveal myself to your ship would i have permission to board your craft and speak with you face to face you may simply think to give me a reply may oryhara watch over you admiral jansed>

Aylarel paused, awaiting his reply.

The Hope

"Hello Mr. Glass. I'm Colonel Rainer. I guess I'm the ships deck officer since Lieutenant Commander Fre died. Thanks for the aid. We really need it."

The Osiris

"Thank you Fera. Good to meet you." Rel said following his host.

<You have permission. Thank you.>

"What was that Admaral?"

"What was what?"

"You said something about permission?"

"No I didn't."

"Huh."

After walking a short while Fera stopped and turned around. “Stand here” he said pointing at the center of a cercal he was standing in. once the Iranqin officers stepped inside the cercal he pressed a button on his arm. At this moment they where transported to the meeting room.

"Hello, colonel, a fine ship you have here. Might you escort me to your CO, I have the specs on the moon you can inhabit," he said holding up a case. Also, my aid, CWO McMunnis will join me, is that alright?

Hope

"Yes that if fine sir. Follow me."

The Colonel took the Flightopians out of the hanger and through the hall until reaching the lift. Rainer punched the B button and soon they were on the bridge.

The Admiral sat in his center chair staring ahead. He turned around.

"Welcome Mr. Glass, CWO McMunnis. I'm Admiral Jansed. I'd like to personally thank you for your help in our time of need. Now, may I see the specs?"

The Osiris

You'd think teleportation would vary a lot, but it always feels the same. Rel thought. He looked at the meeting room and then Fera.

"Here." Rel said. He reached out his palm. Inside was a small crystal.

"It was a gift from my wife, before she died. As long as I've carried it, I've survived everything Victory Land's thrown at me. I know it’s not much, but please accept it as a thank you for your hospitality."

In a nearby system the Monsoon Class Intelligence Cruiser Horn of Truth picked up the message and had been monitoring the events.

The captain walked up to one of the oberver's stations, light reflecting off his black armor of a Shofar Intelligence agent was the only thing that made him easily visible in the dark room. "Status?"

The observer showed the captain several of the transmissions he had picked up since this all started. "Refugees from earth, Sir. The are escaping a war that has destroyed their homeland. Their numbers are few, they are in need of aid and likely suffering from radiation poisoning."

The captain read over the messages. "Very well, pass this along to Fleet Comm, let them decide what to do about this." He started walking away. "And keep monitoring the situation agent."

"Yes, Sir."

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The Tidani taskforce exited their jump just outside the growing group of ships in the area. The Hospital Carrier Conviction arrived with its escort, two Defiance Class Heavy Cruisers and 10 Flare Class Frigates. The Hospital Carrier was unarmed and too valuable to risk unprotected in a meeting with many unknown races.

A message was transmitted on the usual human frequencies.
Greetings Iranqin Fleet. This is the Tidani Hospital Carrier Conviction. We have heard of your plight and need. We have facilities available to treat your wounded as well as inoculate your people against radiation poisoning if needed. Our bays and medical shuttles are standing by to receive wounded.

Afterwards, a message of greeting was sent to the Flightopian ship.
Greetings, friends and allies in Flightopia. Please let us know if we can help in any way your assisting of the refugees.
Conviction out.

"Of course you my see them"

Glass then opend the case and typed a few commands on keyboard inside. A holographic projection then appeared of lush green planet that looked to be half ocean.

"The 6th moon of Judas, our home planet, and capital of the Flightopian Republic. We treaformed all the moons of all the planets incase we needed more space, but so far we have not. This moon is about 30% bigger then then moon of earth. It is mostly a tmperate climate with a few rainforests and hight mountain ranges. It has not been setteled one bit. Free for your colinization to colonize. Now, we will provide you as an ally, 4 orbital defence platforms, and one orbital shipyard/coloy ship. We will also upgrade your ships with sensros, FTL drives, power sources, ect. We will also protect you. All we ask in return is that you do not become an empire or dictatorship. Those govenments we do not stand for. Now, what are your current FTL capabilities? If you can't make the 780ly jump we can bring in one of our defence platforms that can carry all your ships. (These platforms are HUGE.) So, Admiral, what do you think?"


To Conviction:
Hello allies, we hope all is well. If you could get some food to thier fleet it would really help.

To Conviction:
Hello allies, we hope all is well. If you could get some food to thier fleet it would really help.

The captain of Conviction acknowledged the message. He then ordered the medical shuttles to load up with food and begin transporting it to the exile fleet on behalf of Flightopia and Tidan. On the return flight the shuttles were ordered to carry back wounded, assuming each ship accepted their help. This was also dependent on the exile leadership not refuse their assistance as well, but with the state of their fleet the captain didn't think that was likely.

“Thank you, now please be seated while my officers arrive.”

Soon after the first officer arrived. His name was Bar’mak and he was a Jaffa commander of the fighter squadron. The next to arrive was Menar, the second in command of the Osiris, he was an Asgard. And last was the commander of the solders that the ship transported, Kulch who was very large even by Unas standards.

“Now we may begin.” Announced Fera


OOC: What a Jaffa normal looks like: http://membres.lycos.fr/alistargate/Jaffa01.jpg (they look mostly like humans aside from the Gold “tattoo” on their foreheads and a Pouch in their chest.)

Asgard: http://paginas.terra.com.br/lazer/stargate/bluebook/images/main/database/asgard.jpg (they are about half as tall as a normal human


Unas: http://www.stargate-sg1.cz/galerie/rasy/unasove/unas01.jpg

OOC: not a very good post but i am at a lose of what else to do at the moment

OOC: I will post sometime tomorrow. Kind of crazy now...

-PC

bump

OOC: Still looking for people to get in?

OOC: I will post sometime tomorrow. Kind of crazy now...

-PC

OOC: Scratch that, I will post TOMORROW. This time for real. I had a crazy rehersal that lasted longer than I thought...

in case Iranq comes on soon i'll just bump it up for now

OOC: Anyone who still wants to may join in.

And I'm sorry I've been offline all day. I'll try to be on a little tomorrow, but I don't have time tonight. This'll be my only IC post today.

IC: An Unknown Location in the Fleet

"Your late."

"Not my fault. Transmissions been bad since we left earth."

"What have you found?"

"They’re headed toward a new home. I'm sending coordinates."

"Excellent. Our fleet will find the Iranqins and after retrieving you, destroy them. Then we can take where ever they planed to settle."

"Won't Iranq's new friends stop you?"

"Not after we explain to them what’s really going on here. They'll help us against the butchers. You've done well. Get back to your station. We'll speak later."

"Very well. Hail Victory Land!"

The Abh Empire had now taken to patrolling open space for any signs of threats. Their recent wars had given them the incentive to take military forces out wide and hunt down hostiles.

A repeating message was being tracked by one particular fleet lead by Admiral Abriel Nei Ramaral Gaf'ton of the Skeel Royal Family had come out of retirement during these times and returned to active duty. Star Forces command had thrown him into these particular missions given his back ground.

"Your highness, we are picking up a transmission. It seems that there are refugees in trouble. What are your orders?"

The man sat there in his chair with blue hair that went down past his ears but his elf like ears still stuck out. "For now I want the Omega-X Destroyers to keep up their run but relocate them so they parallel the refugees. We will make a formal entrance."

"Yes sir."

The Victory Destroyer opened a large Jump Point some kilometers up ahead of the progressing and ever growing fleet. (http://www.b5tech.com/isa/excalibur/excaliburglory.jpg) The ship glided out front and awaited for them to finally catch up.

As though it had moved from behind a dense cloudbank, the figure of the Dragon came into view. It's smooth, colorful keel depicting a dancing display of biolights, vein-like apparatuses, and the pronounced purple "eye" of all Polaris vessels.

The 50 meter Nik'Kolyosh, as though a manta in the deep sea, gracefully soared over to the Hope. It quickly halted its movement about 40 meters away from the edge of the vessel, the blue "veins" along its wings beginning to glow with a fierce light. As they radiated their energy, the ship began to move slowly towards the hull. They were obviously some form of internal engines: though how they were maintaining their propulsion with no vented material remained a mystery.

A thick, wrinkly ovipositor-like tube extended from the starboard side of the hull, connecting with the side of the ship. There was a sharp cackling sound, as the hull betwixt the Nik'Kolyosh and the Hope sputtered and shuddered suddenly. Then, quickly, it dissipated...though the hull did not seem to be damaged. Indeed, it merely looked like a hole had been built into the hull of the ship: so smooth and clean was the cut.

Then, the end of the tube on the Nik'Kolyosh opened with a slithering noise.

Aylarel stepped out onto the cold, smooth surface of the walkway. His purple eyes darted around the pathway as he briskly strode towards the ship. He had already dawned diplomatic robes: beautiful things of silver, purple, green, blue, brown, black, red, and a host of other colors. The trimming was bedecked with pictures of the familiar Polaris "eye" surrounded by a gigantic ring. A medallion was pinned to the hem of his clothes that depicted a circle embraced by two curved, blade-like symbols. This was the mark of a Vell-os master, not that anyone would know such things.

Aylarel did not close his eyes as he neared the edge of the walkway, reaching his weave out to touch that of the Admiral Jansed.

<hello admiral jansed i am aboard i believe you will have already known this fact by now please if you would be so kind i would enjoy an escort or some direction where i may meet you where i may give you proper thanks and greetings>

Aylarel did not know what to expect in this new place...but he was prepared for whatever awaited him.

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OOC:

Thanks for everyones pacience. I've been busy these last few days, but I have more time to post now.

IC:

Tidan, thank you very much. We are in need of help.

Flightopia, we accept your offer. Thank you very much.
We can mae the jump, but with our current equipment we will be unable to travel at FTL speeds again.

<An escour will be provided. Please dock in hanger two. I look follward to meeting you.>

OOC:

Thanks for everyones pacience. I've been busy these last few days, but I have more time to post now.

IC:

Tidan, thank you very much. We are in need of help.

Flightopia, we accept your offer. Thank you very much.
We can make the jump, but with our current equipment we will be unable to travel at FTL speeds again.

<An escour will be provided. Please dock in hanger two. I look follward to meeting you.>


Uh-oh... Aylarel thought to himself, nursing the back of his neck with a strong hand Probably should have asked permission first...

Aylarel turned around to where the hole was, reaching out with his weave to the billions of nannobots that swarmed over the hole. They all began to whirl and fizzle, re-constructing the side of the hull recently torn. As though it were a major building undergoing construction, the metal wove itself into a foundation, then into plates and sub-structures. In fact, the metal might have been more stable than before: the precision from Polaris nanites were particularly well-renowned.

Aylarel sent a signal to his ship.

<meet me in the second docking bay they should have given you a signal i will walk there if they try to board you get them out if they try to monitor you stop their scans if they try to study you scare them off break out only in the most dire of circumstances i will escape myself>

Aylarel barely sent the message out, when he felt a ping of a reply from his ship.

<orders:understood:orders:comply>

Aylarel nodded, and turned to walk down the corridors of the vessel. His robes billowed around his form, fixing him as an almost angelic-like creature that walked down the steel floor. Aylarel's intent was simple: walk ahead until he encountered someone, then talk to them and inquire about the second dockingbay.

OOC: Need I remind you, a complete stranger has just walked onboard with no weapons, purple eyes, and strange clothes. Whomever he encounters will not be very happy to see him.

The Osiris

Rel began to speak. "We would appreciate any medical/tech/defense aid you can give us. We..."

Suddenly his communicator beeped.

"Excuse me. Rel here."

"Commander, this is ensign Cloui"

"Yes ensign?" Rel asked the communication's officer.

"I've been ordered to inform all high ranking crew members that there’s been an incident. A deck hand was caught making contact with an unknown source. When confronted, he... he opened some vial."

"What was in he vial?"

"Pox."

That word sent chills down Rel's spine. The Pox was Victory Land's most deadly bio weapon. It was a mutated form of small pox, but one that spread faster and got past vaccinations. Neither side knew the cure; cornered Victory Land armies would unleash the pox, killing them and their foes.

"Sir, the vial opened."

"Oh God..."

"Deck 5 is infected. Anti-pox measures are in place, but its still spreading. The Admiral orders you to stay here."

"Understood."

"Hope out."

Casey you bastard. You saved me just to let me watch pox kill us all...

It was a few moments before Fera decided to speak, first to Menar “Kal shek nu de kar nel tua bek ra?” Menar answered “mek bar shin alk hat kar nor vesh.” This answer was all Fera needed. Turning to Rel, Fera informed Rel of what Fera himself could offer. “We can offer you a few things at this moment, one we can have a few of our solders in Kull armor go into the Pox infested zone, that is I am assuming you may have people in the pox infested zone you wish removed. We can also offer you the use of the Asgard transporters on the Warship Loki it is of Asgard design and has much more advanced transporters then the Osiris as such it can transport your people almost instantly to any other ships in this area, it would only take a short amount of time to reach here. And any dead or dieing may be placed in a Goa’uld Sarcophagus for revival and last we can deploy replicators to “eat” the ship or ships infested with Pox they will then return the metals back to you, at the price of a small percent of the ships mass to become replicators

The Osiris

Rel began to speak. "We would appreciate any medical/tech/defense aid you can give us. We..."

Suddenly his communicator beeped.

"Excuse me. Rel here."

"Commander, this is ensign Cloui"

"Yes ensign?" Rel asked the communication's officer.

"I've been ordered to inform all high ranking crew members that there’s been an incident. A deck hand was caught making contact with an unknown source. When confronted, he... he opened some vial."

"What was in he vial?"

"Pox."

That word sent chills down Rel's spine. The Pox was Victory Land's most deadly bio weapon. It was a mutated form of small pox, but one that spread faster and got past vaccinations. Neither side knew the cure; cornered Victory Land armies would unleash the pox, killing them and their foes.

"Sir, the vial opened."

"Oh God..."

"Deck 5 is infected. Anti-pox measures are in place, but its still spreading. The Admiral orders you to stay here."

"Understood."

"Hope out."

Casey you bastard. You saved me just to let me watch pox kill us all...

Aylarel continued to walk through the corridors, the numbers on the walls indicating "Deck 5" to him.

Okay, I have a feeling I'm not going in the right direction. Aylarel thought, shaking his head a bit as he wielded around the corridor. Then, he suddenly grew still and tense. Like a statue he was, his breathing slow and shallow, his eyes fixed to a point some three meters ahead of him.

There rested a single body, face-down in the corridor.

What...what is this? Aylarel thought, casting his weave out into his bloodstream. Already he heard the news, which caused him fear and dread.

I've been...infected?! How...terrible. Aylarel was not mortified by the prospect, but simply upset by the ordeal. He knew his nanobots, the very essence of his long-life, would easily stop the invaders. Aylarel's more immediate concern was that of the people onboard.

Dashing towards the man, Aylarel began to gaze at the body with his weave: casting great strokes over the deceased-looking man.

This is not good. Aylarel thought, sensing infection raging through the person's body. I will see what I can do.

Aylarel reached into a deep pocket within his robes, and pulled out a pouch that seemed to be made of metal, veins, and a purple/green material (similar to his ship). Aylarel placed it tightly on the man's body, pressing his own hand against the top of the device.

Aylarel felt the prick of the needle and the spray of coagulant on the wound. He knew what was happening. Nannites were being introduced into this new bloodstream, after being re-calibrated to deal with this human's immune system, blood type, and other factors. It would take a half a minute at most, but if it were successful Aylarel might have a chance of bringing the man back to perfect health.

Aylarel watched the device closely, wondering what fate could have befallen such a ship.

OOC: If this is godmoddy, then just tell me.

OOC: I'm assuming Hope is your command/flagship. If I'm wrong it shouldn't be a problem really. Just more for my own mental orientation.

IC: Captain Rjek entered the bridge of Conviction and took sat in his chair. He turned to a blue armored sergeant on his right. "Alright put him through."

The holopad next to his chair flickered to life and the tiny figure of a red armored Tidani Major appeared. "Major Orak, go ahead."

The Major saluted and began, "Sir, we have a medical emergency. It seems a bioweapon, called pox, has been released on board one of the ships. We are helping to quarantine the area but it appears to be spreading. Fortunately the virus is a human one, at least for now Tidani are immune. Its affect on the crew is pretty devestating though, if it can't be contained and neutralized they will lose the whole ship. They tell me they don't have a cure for the disease either. We need more teams to help continue basic medical relief while we deal with this problem." Orak turned for a few seconds then looked back. "Oh, and we need a portable lab brought to the Hope if we are going to have any chance of creating a vaccine... I need to get back Sir."

Rjek was a little disturbed by the news. "You'll have your teams and equipment Major. I'll make sure it's on the next shuttle."

"Thank you, Sir. Orak Out." The figure saluted again and the hologram dispersed.

OOC: Since this weapon is based on smallpox which has no animal strains, I'm going with the assumption that it wouldn't affect alien species either. Feel free to use any of my medical teams to help get the outbreak under control. No need to put more of your men in harms way when Tidani or another species can do the job without any risk right. ;)

The XO's radio crackeled then, "Sir, you need to get the hell of there. There has been an outbrak of smallpox, we do have the vaccine, but it is on our ship."

"I know, how much space do we have in our bays," in inquired.

"Enought for the crew if that is what you aqre asking."

"Ok, I''l make the offer, get the pelicans fired up"

He turned, "Admarial, if you wish we can evac you ship to ours. ONLY if you want that is, also, we suggest you jump to the station that is now over the moon, the ships of the other races can follow, if they do not show hostile intent that it. It is alright?"

OOC:

Pox shouldn't affect aliens, as it was only engineered with humans in mind. However, if it runs into any human (even one with advanced medical tech) it probably will kill them, unless they have encountered a similar variation of smallpox and have found a vaccine.

IC:

The Osiris

"Yes, please send your men in." Rel replied to Fera.

"Commander, shouldn't we ask the Admiral for permission first?" Dr. Granson asked.

"I'm not wasting time for politeness doc."

"Fine. Fera, may I download all the info about Pox from my lab to this ship?"

Hope

"Ahh!" General Teril screamed.

The fleets first officer had been on deck five when the Pox was deployed. He had seen the strange alien (Or maybe it was just a hallucination; Pox had been known to cause that) inject something into him. Teril then went light headed.

He saw Mount Cali, where he as a young lieutenant straight out of the Academy had gone with his buddies, right before they were all called up into service. He saw Jome, Holiu, Grav... even though they were all probably dead.

Have I joined them? Teril asked.

In reality, he hadn't. He was still on deck five of the Hope. The Pox had stopped spreading.

However, Teril was far from healed. His body was decayed, and his mind separate from reality...

Deck Six

"Nurse, have the Tidani teams start to treat the infected."

"Aye Doctor Lessa."

The Pox had broken into deck six. The quarantined measures had slowed it, but now were failing. Deck four was a disaster, and it was only a matter of time before deck one was infected, and with it the bridge crew.

Lets hope those Tidani teams are the Admiral hopes they are. Lessa thought.

Earth

"Damn it! This isn't supposed to happen!"

"Calm down. Only their flagship's infected."

"For now. What if one of our other idiot agents decides to panic! They won't have a fleet left for us to follow!"

"Willbe was inexperienced. No one else will be caught. We'll follow them to their new planet."

"We'd better. If they survive, they'll suspect us. One more slip up and Victory Land is just as doomed as Iranq."

Flightopia,

Thanks for your offer. However, I can't any member of my crew spreading the pox. If I evacuated the whole crew it’s to likely at least one person will have Pox and spread it much more quickly.

We can jump, but we should not board the station. Even the uninfected areas can be infected by the time we unload.

Thank you for the offer,
The Admiral

“Yes, down load the data.” With that Fera pulled a communication device out of his pocket and spoke “kun on shek re mal cur dec Kull ak var nal” then he turned back to the Iranqins, “I have sent a Tel’tac transport over to your ship, it will be carrying several Kull warriors, I must worn you Kull warriors are very dangerous if attacked, their armor is capable of going threw most shields as well as taking most energy and Kinetic weapons. So please worn you people to stay out of their way and if you wish to send new orders to them ask me to relay the message. Now I mast ask again if you would like the Warship Loki to accompany us it is more powerful then the Osiris in almost every way, it can come as an escort only if you like?”

OOC: Kull armor is based on armor from a TV show I like very much, the armor in the show was able to walk threw an energy shield, take heavy fire from M249 machine gun like weapons as well as several energy weapon blast, walked threw some clamor mine and C4 explosions…without so much as a scratch, though I don’t RP my armor as being quite as good as that

Flightopia,

Thanks for your offer. However, I can't any member of my crew spreading the pox. If I evacuated the whole crew it’s to likely at least one person will have Pox and spread it much more quickly.

We can jump, but we should not board the station. Even the uninfected areas can be infected by the time we unload.

Thank you for the offer,
The Admiral


It was not long that Glass, McMunnis, and that pelicans returned to the Shadow Diver. The XO strode onto the bridge and the captain turned to face him, “Xo report.”

“Sir, that was a vi-“

“I know what happened on that ship.”

“Yes sir, well he will jump his fleet, but they will not dock with the station so the pox is not spread.”

“Alright….ensign! Send their fleet the jump coordinates, tell him that he can give those coordinates to who ever he trusts, also, if there are uninfected ships we request they dock at the station to separate those who have contracted the illness.”

“Yes, sir!”




To: Hope
From: Shadow Diver

Enclosed in this transmission are the jump coordinates. We hope you will join us at the moon, Gaterra in a few moments. You can give those coordinates to whoever you trust, also, if there are uninfected ships we request they dock at the station to separate those who have contracted the illness. If you wish.

Good luck, and god speed. We'll see you at home.


And with that the Diver vanshed in a twisting spire of white starlight.

OOC: Is the weapon varient airborn or is it still just transmitting from contact?

IC:
Deck 4

Major Orak was running around deck 4 shouting at the tidani teams working to contain the virus. "I want those decon fields up against the doors yesterday! All humans are on lock down, I don't want to see a single human leaving or entering this deck do you hear me, males? Not one!" Another team was heading through the decon fields to search for more infected crewmen. "Hey, medical bay has been set up on deck five. Check for life signs, Take the strongest first." He activated his comm. "Sergeant. Progress."

The Sergeant in charge of the lab on deck six answered. "We are all set up now. We received the smallpox cure from Flightopia but it isn't effecting the mutated strain. We think we will be able to use it as a starting point though."

"Send the data back to Conviction's AI and get it started on it. Orak out." Orak turned and shouted. "Get decon fields over those air vents, we don't know how it's spreading yet! Am I the only one fighting a virus here?"

He turned on the comm. again. "Admiral, this is Major Orak from Conviction. My teams are sealing off decks 4, 5, and 6 but it is still spreading. We're working on a vaccine but it is unclear how long it could take. I suggest keeping at least two decks, if possible, clear between the infected ones. I'd also like to suggest, that once we get it contained, we tranfer all infected crewmen to Conviction where we have much better equipment than we can bring here. Or if things don't slow down we could evacuate the whole crew and treat everyone. It's your choice."

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Somewhere on Hope

After his conversation with the Admiral, Orak ran into a tall black armored man with glowing eyes. (OOC: Anubis' supersoldier armor right? My guys look like Halo elites because they wear the same armor. However we are not elites, more like humanoid turtles, without the shell though.)

"You must be the Kull. Did you bring any of those famous sarcophaguses of yours? If you did, we have dead piling up on deck 5. Otherwise, my teams could use help evacuating the infected to medical bay set up on deck 6."

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Conviction

Captain Rjek watched as the Flightopian cruiser jumped. He activated the comm. "Master of the Deck, suspend all flights. Get all of out shuttles still in the air either on board or on one of the Iranqi ships." He turned to the orange armored pilot. "Pilot, prepare to jump to the Flightopian Home system. We'll wait until the Iranqi fleet successfully jumps. Sergeant, inform our escorts."

Message from the Missionary 'Almshouse' Class Hospital Ship Evolution

Exiles of the Ianqin nation: we, the Missionaries of the Evolutionists offe you the use of our Almshouse class ship to tend to any wounded, and safely dispose of any dead, and to resupply your ships should you need anytihng.

We also have a virological quarantine section, as we have fallen foul of the diseases spawned by Nurgle.

OOC:

Pox shouldn't affect aliens, as it was only engineered with humans in mind. However, if it runs into any human (even one with advanced medical tech) it probably will kill them, unless they have encountered a similar variation of smallpox and have found a vaccine.

IC:

The Osiris

"Yes, please send your men in." Rel replied to Fera.

"Commander, shouldn't we ask the Admiral for permission first?" Dr. Granson asked.

"I'm not wasting time for politeness doc."

"Fine. Fera, may I download all the info about Pox from my lab to this ship?"

Hope

"Ahh!" General Teril screamed.

The fleets first officer had been on deck five when the Pox was deployed. He had seen the strange alien (Or maybe it was just a hallucination; Pox had been known to cause that) inject something into him. Teril then went light headed.

He saw Mount Cali, where he as a young lieutenant straight out of the Academy had gone with his buddies, right before they were all called up into service. He saw Jome, Holiu, Grav... even though they were all probably dead.

Have I joined them? Teril asked.

In reality, he hadn't. He was still on deck five of the Hope. The Pox had stopped spreading.

However, Teril was far from healed. His body was decayed, and his mind separate from reality...

Deck Six

"Nurse, have the Tidani teams start to treat the infected."

"Aye Doctor Lessa."

The Pox had broken into deck six. The quarantined measures had slowed it, but now were failing. Deck four was a disaster, and it was only a matter of time before deck one was infected, and with it the bridge crew.

Lets hope those Tidani teams are the Admiral hopes they are. Lessa thought.

Earth

"Damn it! This isn't supposed to happen!"

"Calm down. Only their flagship's infected."

"For now. What if one of our other idiot agents decides to panic! They won't have a fleet left for us to follow!"

"Willbe was inexperienced. No one else will be caught. We'll follow them to their new planet."

"We'd better. If they survive, they'll suspect us. One more slip up and Victory Land is just as doomed as Iranq."

<it is time to come back>

Cool, metal floors of black. No walls, no doors, no windows. Simply shadow stretched to infinity in all directions - save the ground. No light save a single shaft of brightness cascading down onto a single being.

It looked like Aylarel, though he had slightly more baby-fat on his face. His hair was slightly longer with more frayed edges and his chin was rounder. It was, after all, Aylarel's immage of himself (and those images are always a few years younger than what the current person looks like). His purple eyes, flashing with a powerful light, seemed to pierce through the body of the other man in this room: as though Aylarel knew everything about him.

<it is time to come back> repeated the voice that echoed through the chazam.

<you must come back Teril you must follow my voice follow my figure your mind has been broken by an infection of indeterminate origin>

At this point, the figure of Aylarel spoke.

"You have survived this plague by my hand. Already, your bloodstream is flowing with the nanites that rule over my own. The little protein saviors have re-callibrated themselves for your body, and upon completion of their task they will cease to function and filter out of your blood like any waste. Yet, your mind is broken from infection. Follow me, Admiral, and live again. You have been saved. Do not die in another way. Follow me. FOLLOW ME."

With that, Aylarel held out a single hand. The back of his head was surrounded by a glowing white aura, of which a black-line smile and kind purple eyes could be seen glowing.

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Aylarel held the body of the Admiral close in his arms as he walked through the coordiors of Deck 5. His mind still had its weave connected with the Admiral's. Everything that the Admiral saw was playing out in his head.

His body is weak. As is his mind. Aylarel thought, passing a group of corpses around a bend. Damn. I can't save those. There's nothing left of them.

Fortunately, Aylarel took comfort in his nanite's abilities. They had read the subject's DNA, and from the blueprint that exists in all of us they had begun to re-structure and heal the man's body. Of anything, they would make it better than before. Diseases that had done damage previously would be healed, cancer would be destroyed, blood problems, scars, and any other physical deformaty that was not apart of the Admiral's original DNA would be eradicated.

As Aylarel rounded another corner, he heard something. The clashing sound of armor and steel, followed by another man's voice. Aylarel paused, quickly rushing around the corner. He saw two men standing down the hall. One was tall, huge, and striking looking. His black armor was jagged and angled; two glowing fires for eyes cast their gaze down on Aylarel. The other wore armor of a different sort: blue and smooth. It seemed much more organic looking, but Aylarel could still tell the familiar glimpses of a ceramic or metal framework.

Aylarel sent out his weave towards the two, pausing when he did so. The larger creature was...well...quite stupid. The other was smart enough to talk to.

<hello i assume you are apart of the crew of this ship i have aided this man and he will be fine so long as he listens to the voices in his head please is there any way i may help you and your crew>

Aylarel paused for a moment as he sent the message to the blue-armored individual (OOC: I assume your armor is blue since, well, Elite's armor is blue), pensively regarding how odd he must look. No armor. No gas mask. No protection what-so-ever save for a thin robe and a broach showing his rank among the Vell-os.

Aylarel chuckled inwardly as he awaited a response.

bump

OOC: This is Iranq.

Various Transmisions from Hope

Please sent the Loki.

We are preparing to jump. We shall wait a short time to prepare.

Please transport only the infected.

Evolution, we accept your offer. Thank you.

All signed the Admiral

OOC: Pox is transmitted by contact. Unfortunately, suits have proven ineffective at stopping a person from being infected.

IC: Teril followed the strange voice coming from the mountain.

Got to reach summit. Can't succumb...

He was almost there. It was only a short distance...

Then the rope began to slip.

No! This can't be happening!

It reality it wasn’t. He wasn’t falling to his death as he thought he was. Instead unconscious on deck five, the General screamed.

After his conversation with the Admiral, Orak ran into a tall black armored man with glowing eyes. (OOC: Anubis' supersoldier armor right? My guys look like Halo elites because they wear the same armor. However we are not elites, more like humanoid turtles, without the shell though.)

"You must be the Kull. Did you bring any of those famous sarcophaguses of yours? If you did, we have dead piling up on deck 5. Otherwise, my teams could use help evacuating the infected to medical bay set up on deck 6."

OOC: that would be the armor, I base almost all my stuff off of things from SG, but I change them a little to keep them from being Godmodish or to make them work better for me. such as giving Asgard warships docking bays for Death Gliders, and shields for the Death Gliders


IC: “Indeed I am the Kull, but the Osiris has only one Sarcophagus at the moment. However the Loki may be coming soon, it is fitted with more Sarcophagi at the moment. Other then that we can help with evacuating the infected”


soon after the Loki dropped out of its Hyperspace window next to the Osiris

<hello i assume you are apart of the crew of this ship i have aided this man and he will be fine so long as he listens to the voices in his head please is there any way i may help you and your crew>

Aylarel paused for a moment as he sent the message to the blue-armored individual (OOC: I assume your armor is blue since, well, Elite's armor is blue), pensively regarding how odd he must look. No armor. No gas mask. No protection what-so-ever save for a thin robe and a broach showing his rank among the Vell-os.

Aylarel chuckled inwardly as he awaited a response.

OOC: yup blue is the most common armor color cause its a lower rank. The one talking to the Kull warrior is the Major in charge of the medical teams so his armor is red, but don't worry about it. If you are interested. (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Armor)

IC:
Major Orak stared at the man. Curious. "Greetings telepath. I am not part of this crew, my people are aiding the crew like the man you carry with you. A bioweapon was released on this ship. So far it is resisting containment. I am curious as to how you managed to help that man, and how you are free of infection? Are you not human?"

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A reply was sent to the Iranqi Admiral. "We will wait until the jump has been complete to begin tranfering. It is best not to have shuttles flying about while ships are making jumps."

OOC: yup blue is the most common armor color cause its a lower rank. The one talking to the Kull warrior is the Major in charge of the medical teams so his armor is red, but don't worry about it. If you are interested. (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Armor)

IC:
Major Orak stared at the man. Curious. "Greetings telepath. I am not part of this crew, my people are aiding the crew like the man you carry with you. A bioweapon was released on this ship. So far it is resisting containment. I am curious as to how you managed to help that man, and how you are free of infection? Are you not human?"

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A reply was sent to the Iranqi Admiral. "We will wait until the jump has been complete to begin tranfering. It is best not to have shuttles flying about while ships are making jumps."

Aylarel laughed a bit at the Major's question, shaking his head and closing his purple eyes.

"Of course I am human," Aylarel said, suddenly growing somber as he looked at the screaming figure of the general trashed in his arms. "But, more of that later, hold on a moment!"

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The figure of the general began to plumit further and further down the black hill of subconciousness. The summet, filled with light, turned into nothing more than a pinprick as the air around him began to press in like a pillow pressed to his face.

Then, it came.

A rushing, white light: more bright and stunning than a sun - but not impossible to look at.

The figure, bathed in light, of Aylarel, rose steadily upwards with the General in his arms. Six glorious golden wings cascaded from his body, his purple eyes bathing both figures with a soft, violet light.

<you will be fine for i am here as are all the vell-os whom you feel around you>

Indeed, around Aylarel were the figures and forms of thousands of Vell-os: all bathed in the same white light. They all darted into the air with dazzling wings: all with the same comforting expression on their faces.

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Aylarel could still talk, though the effort of re-hashing the General's mind was a difficult task. Even with his nanites roving through his body and brain, Aylarel had to use his own psionic powers to administer most of the healing.

"T-to answer your other questions...I...I am free of infect...infection..." Aylarel struggled, closing his eyes now as he did so, "...I felt it...it...it enter my body and...was...w...wa...was able to fight it off...and...g...get it out of my system..."

Aylarel motioned behind him, gasping, "There must be...a...a...a few...dozen bodies back there...most were long-dead when...whe...wheni...when I found them."

Orak tried to understand what the man was telling him, but he did not follow. Clearly he was stress or pain or something. Orak knew nothing about him, but that really didn't matter. Then when Aylarel told him of the dead men further down the gravity of the situation rushed back to his consciousness. He activated the comm. and uttered a series of shrill tones in his native tongue. Eight Tidani rushed down the hallway. He looked at them man struggling under some burden, "I'm sorry, I've got to get back to work. Our medics may be able to help you. Please go with these males." As the team approached, Orak called out to them. "Two of you get these men to the infirmary, the rest of you follow me." Then Orak took off just ahead of the team down the hallway. He didn't have time to worry about whether the man was actually injured or infected or just tired. Besides, He thought, He'll be better off talking to the medics than me right now.

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Deck Six

Sergeant Naulis was the Tidani incharge of the infirmary. He was busy checking the initial patient reports trying to determine if any of the anti-viral measures were working when the two Tidani brought in Aylarel and the General.

Naulis jumped up, calling over several nurses the took the General and laid him down. Aylarel looked much better and was quite conscious. Naulis let the others make the General comfortable and hook him up to the monitors. He sat Aylarel down and gave him a glass of water while he checked his condition. Though it was quite puzzling as to why this man was not dying, it was plainly obvious he was not suffering from pox. Naulis didn't waste time wondering, he simply accepted the situation. "What do you need?"

Orak tried to understand what the man was telling him, but he did not follow. Clearly he was stress or pain or something. Orak knew nothing about him, but that really didn't matter. Then when Aylarel told him of the dead men further down the gravity of the situation rushed back to his consciousness. He activated the comm. and uttered a series of shrill tones in his native tongue. Eight Tidani rushed down the hallway. He looked at them man struggling under some burden, "I'm sorry, I've got to get back to work. Our medics may be able to help you. Please go with these males." As the team approached, Orak called out to them. "Two of you get these men to the infirmary, the rest of you follow me." Then Orak took off just ahead of the team down the hallway. He didn't have time to worry about whether the man was actually injured or infected or just tired. Besides, He thought, He'll be better off talking to the medics than me right now.

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Deck Six

Sergeant Naulis was the Tidani incharge of the infirmary. He was busy checking the initial patient reports trying to determine if any of the anti-viral measures were working when the two Tidani brought in Aylarel and the General.

Naulis jumped up, calling over several nurses the took the General and laid him down. Aylarel looked much better and was quite conscious. Naulis let the others make the General comfortable and hook him up to the monitors. He sat Aylarel down and gave him a glass of water while he checked his condition. Though it was quite puzzling as to why this man was not dying, it was plainly obvious he was not suffering from pox. Naulis didn't waste time wondering, he simply accepted the situation. "What do you need?"

Aylarel was pouring sweat, his purple eyes tired and thick with shadow. He whipped his brow, hoping his treatment had been enough. The Psionic program was now in effect, and only time would tell what the outcome would be.

"What do I need?" Aylarel said slowly, cracking his neck and stretching out his arms before jumping to his feet, "I'll need the best microscopes you have, a proper disease culture facility, and the best way to contact the one who is in charge here. We need to stop this thing from spreading. Already, I have been able to understand a littlebit about how it attacks the body, but I have no real knowledge of this thing beyond that."

He paused for a moment, realizing how odd this must sound, then he extended his arm.

"Here," Aylarel said, pulling back his robe and grasping his arm tightly so the veins became clear, "draw some blood and perform x-rays if you wish, then you will understand what I mean."

If they were to draw his blood, they would find quite a spectacle. Billions of small, protein chains that moved about his bloodstream. They were not normal proteins: for the normal amino-acid sequence was disrupted by a few metalic molecules arranged in bizzare, compilcated patterns. They were neural-nets designed to ressonate with Aylarel's psionic thoughts. In essence, they were bound to his every whim and idea: but they monitored his body for now.

If they perfomed an x-ray, there would be evidence of an extra organ within Aylarel's body right above his pancreatic gland. Inside would be a completely natural organ that manufactured these nannites that flowed through Aylarel's body. In fact, his very DNA was now encoded to produce these creatures.

So, Aylarel was determined to help out in this cause. He had limited knowledge of medical science, but he was a powerful enough tellepath to link with the Vell-os people. One who was working with the P'aedt could easily help him in his time of woe.

OOC: Would anyone object to my joining in?

OOC: Would anyone object to my joining in?

OOC: we both use SG tech don't we? i know i have seen you post something before about a Necropolis class ship i think. thats not really an answer to your question but i guess my only problem is that it would be odd for us to both have the same types of ships in the same rp though we have never met before but i guess it could work...and its Iranq who should decide anyway

OOC: Hey SeaQuest, Iranq made it open and he hasn't stopped anyone from joining yet.

IC:
Naulis nodded and moved Aylarel over to a bed, the surface was hard and glowed. "That won't be necessary." He motioned for him to get up on the bed and then positioned on it. "Remain still for a moment." The machine emitted a bright light for several minutes then it stopped. "Alright, that's it." Naulis turned to a machine beside the scanner and where data was being analyzed by the Medical Artificial Intelligence (PMAI). Satisfied that the scan had been successful he turned back to Aylarel. "Over there on the wall," he pointed to a panel near the door. "That is an internal communications consol. You can contact the bridge while MAI analyses your physiology."

OOC: we both use SG tech don't we? i know i have seen you post something before about a Necropolis class ship i think. thats not really an answer to your question but i guess my only problem is that it would be odd for us to both have the same types of ships in the same rp though we have never met before but i guess it could work...and its Iranq who should decide anyway

OOC: I started off using SG tech (the Necropolis you remember was the Necropolis herself over in Aust's thread), but I've expanded to include other techs. To avoid confusion, I'll send in one of my new exploratory cruisers manned by my new custom sub-race.

IC: A large, blue rift (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Other%20Stuff/jumpgat3.gif) opened in the fabric of space. The I.S.S. Watcher (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Schematics/Eleanorspacecruser.png), a Eleanor class exploratory cruiser, slid out of the Jump Point and came to a smooth stop five-hundred meters from the gathering of ships. She had picked up the comm traffic in this area, from bleed-off energy, and decided(sp?) to investigate the situation.

The captain of the Watcher broadcast a message:

This is Captain Illilania of the Imperial SeaQuestian exploratory cruiser I.S.S. Watcher. We picked up bleed-off from comms traffic in this area and came to investigate.

OOC: I found it finally!! Sorry I've been away so long.

IC:
The Victory Destroyer that was overseeing the situation noticed the ship from SeaQuest come into view.

"Your highness we have a contact coming into our space. SeaQuest exploration class sir."

"Open a communication to the ship."

An image of the Abriel was sent to the Watcher with his long elf like ears.
This is Admiral Abriel Nei Ramaral Par Yunyu Gaf'ton of the Skeel Royal family. We have been monitoring the situation as well and must inform you that it appears that a virus has broken out on board their main ship. From what we heard, it seems to be a virus of the small pox strain. We are moving our ships to encircle them as we speak.

All around the combined fleet, shadows began to shimmer as the Omega-X Destroyers materialized with their hyperspace tap. The black ships took up positions all along the fleet.

Messages

In response to the Abh message:

Acknowledged. While we are not a dedicated medical ship, our medical facilities are amoung the latest in SeaQuestian design.

I.S.S. Watcher - Bridge

Captain Illilania sat patiently as she waited for a reply to her original broadcast message from the other nations represented in the area.

OOC: Hey SeaQuest, Iranq made it open and he hasn't stopped anyone from joining yet.

IC:
Naulis nodded and moved Aylarel over to a bed, the surface was hard and glowed. "That won't be necessary." He motioned for him to get up on the bed and then positioned on it. "Remain still for a moment." The machine emitted a bright light for several minutes then it stopped. "Alright, that's it." Naulis turned to a machine beside the scanner and where data was being analyzed by the Medical Artificial Intelligence (PMAI). Satisfied that the scan had been successful he turned back to Aylarel. "Over there on the wall," he pointed to a panel near the door. "That is an internal communications consol. You can contact the bridge while MAI analyses your physiology."

Aylarel nodded, jumping off of the bed quickly. As he walked over to the pannel, he cast a physical weave out towards it. The buttons and mointors began to shift by themselves, as though some bizzare computer virus had activated all of the functions at once. However, it was not a computer virus but Vell-os masterful enough in the arts of the weave to manipulate solid objects.

Aylarel sent the following message to the bridge:

Hello? Hello? To whom am I speaking too?

The Hope

"Decks 3-7 are over run with Pox sir."

The Admiral stiffened. The Hope had 16 decks. The Pox's spread wasn’t as fast as he feared, but at its current rate the ship would be covered in 15 hours. And the bridge on deck one would be contaminated in 3 hours...

"Admiral, Doctor Granson is hailing."

"On speakers."

"Admiral, I believe I have an idea to contain the Pox."

"Go on."

"I've been studying the readings our allies have been getting. I think it's possible to take out what makes Pox contagious."

"How?"

"We'll need to put people on the decks most recently affected. If they can put some of our probes there, it should stop the spread."

"I'll ask the other species to do it since their not at risk. Anything else?"

"Actually, if it doesn’t work they will be at risk. The Pox could mutate further, possibly adapting to them."

"I see. Anything else?"

"It won't save those already infected."

"Oh... Very well. Get your data together."

"Granson out."

"Ensign, send out a hail to all the species. Mention that their is risk in this."

"Aye sir."

Fera stood up when he asked "we could transport anyone not infected onto this ship now that the Loki is here. we can also slowly revive members with our Sarcophagus. though it does have some temparary side afects and could take hours each for person. this is only if you like. you may contact me with this." with that Fera held out a Goa'uld Communicashon device. "i must go and inform the Loki of what is happening

OOC: sorry for any bad spelling im in a hurry

"I'm received approval from the Admiral to allow you to evacuate decks 2 and 9 and up. The bridge crew has decided to remain behind." Rel told Fera. "Thank you for your generous offer."

OOC: I'm not exactly sure what you want the aliens to do. Sorry. Maybe you could TG me and the others with what you need us to do?

OOC:

I request any willing aliens set up and activate some devices on decks 8 and 2. If they work they should stop the pox's spread. There is a chance that it will cause the Pox to mutate and harm non-humans.

As soon as Fera got Rel’s answer he hailed the Loki. “Commander halmar you may begin transport of decks 2 and 9 and up in one minute, the bridge crew requests that it be left on board the ship.” With that he ended his message and contacted Rel. “you may inform your admiral that I will begin transport in less then a minute.”



One minute later with a sweep of two beams the Loki transported the non-infected crew aboard the Osiris.

The Hope

The ship no longer lived up to its name.

Dr. Granson's plan was a failure: the Pox had spread. At the last second the bridge crew ejected the dying ship.

The Hope lay dead in space. The Iranqin fleet was without its flag ship. The Admiral decided to order a jump to Judas, the moon Flightopia offered.

Victory Land

"They've jumped! Now is our chance!"

"Very well. Attention all members of the stealth fleet: follow the Iranqin ships and eliminate them. Do not fire on any one else unless fired upon."

The Victory Land ships received the message.

before entering a Hyperspace window the Loki transported all Nebarri personel from the Hope onto the Osiris, from there both the Loki and Osiris entered thier Hyperspace windows heading for Judas

OCC: Our home planet is Judas, thd moon is Camaria III.

Aboard the Orbital Defence Platform Mockingbird
ABOVE Camaria III

In the CIC the sensor operator called out, “Sir multiple contacts, RI (Restricted Intelligence) reports Iranq transponders.”

“Very well, open a channel”


To: Iranq Fleet
From: Orbital Deffence Platform- Mockingbird

Welcome to you new home, Camaria III. These 8 orbital defence platforms will guard your planet from an aggressors, thay will also be your shipyards where yoiu can build new ships, Flightopia will update all your systems, power sources, sensors, weapons, ect; or you can buy Flightopian desgined craft (Flightopian Corprate Shipyards: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=449104). Once you can crew all the stations you can take full possestion of them, you just need to have open trade routes and your government a republic or demomocry, specs are being transmitted:

Class: Angel-Class Orbital Planetary Defense Platform

Hull Length: 25,000m

Hull Width: 16,500m

Hull Height: 8,900m

Sublight Power: 60,000 Plasma rockets.

FTL Drive: 3 wormhole generators can take ship to 1,025 light years a second.

Power Source: 5,000 Nilling d-sinks MARK II.

Range: Infinite.

Armament: 40,000 1-petajoule particle lances, 40,000 1-petajoule ion cannons, 40,000 anti-ship railguns, and 40,000 point-defense rail guns. All of the weapons are placed on the Top, bottom, fore, aft, starboard, and port sides of the hull for full firing arcs. Finally, 20,000 gimbaled turrets with 100 510-megaton nukes in each launcher. All launchers are placed in same configuration as the main weapons. Also in 4,000 launch tubes in the hull carry 2-gigaton nukes for massive ships or for ground-based defenses. All nukes use fusion warheads. (OCC: Thanks to CorpSac for the tips.)

Defensive Shields: The ship is protected by a 400-tier fusion high-energy shield system, also it has 600m thick titanium alloy armor around the ship.

Sensors: The ship has a sensors package along with hysradar that can scan and detect anything within 10,000 AUs of the craft. Also, these long-range scanners can have their input transmitted to every ship in the fleet, so each ship sees what everyone else see.

Control: A very advanced R.I. (Restricted Intelligence) system.

Shuttle Bays: 500 on each side of the hull with 250 Hawk-Class Space Superiority Fighters and 50 Pelican Shuttles in each bay. Total: 5,000,000 fighters & 100,000 shuttles.

Construction Bays: 240 on the top and bottom side of the hull in 24 rows of 10. Each bay can build 5 Battlecruisers, or more smaller craft at one time. When not in use bays can double as ship hangers. Also, allies of Flightopia can dock ships and repair them at the shipyard.

Crew Compliment:
Crew: 1,600,000
Shipbuilders: 2,000,000
Soldiers: 4,100,000
SSF Pilots: 5,010,000
Total: 14,710,000

You are cleared to either decend to the one spaceport/settlement we have set up for you, or you can dock on this platform.

TRS Conviction waited for all of the medical shuttles to return their people from the Hope. Once everyone was aboard Conviction and her escorts jumped for the Camaria System.

Transmission to Mockingbird:
This is Tidani Hospital Carrier Conviction declaring our arrival along with 2 MC90 Cruisers and 10 Flare Frigates to the defense authority. Following Iranq fleet with injured and radiation poisoned crew.

Understood, you are cleard to follow the fleet, your transponder codes have been logged, have a nice day.

Loki to Mockingbird, this is the Nebarri Warship Loki here as escort for the Iranq fleet. and the Osiris, carrying the none infected crew of the Iranq ship Hope

Addational generic reply.

The Victory Land Carrier Nelson

"Captain Cluds to home." The commanding officer of the ship said as he sent his signal back to Earth.

"Go ahead." General Wellsly replied in Victory City.

"Sir, the enemy is to near the defensive platforms to attack. Shall I order our operatives to release the Pox on each ship?"

"Negative. Stay hidden. We'll contact you when we have a new plan."

"Sir," the Cluds asked, "how much time do we have?"

"Not much. We'll give you new orders soon."

Iranqin Frigate Crescent’s Bluff

The ship began to dock with the station. Admiral Jansed watched from his quarters on board the small, cramped vessel.

Jansed hadn't been the same since he escaped Hope. No one really had been, but he was taking it harder. That ship had been his home for the last five years. He had worked on it instead of fighting Victory Land like every one else. He had prepared the ship to last forever, not die in a week. Jansed shamefully admitted he felt more sorrow as his shuttle left his dying ship then when that same ship had left Earth. Perhaps only Doctor Granson understood, and after she failed to stop the Pox, the Admiral didn't feel like speaking to her.

"I should be on the bridge." Jansed said to himself. Well you aren't. So there. his subconscious told him. Better Rel be in command. He only has a death wish...

Death wish or not, Rel was in command. The fleets first officer General Tiril was missing, probably dead. Now Commander Rel was supervising all the ships docking from The Osiris.

Jansed tooked out into space, imagining he could see that ship.

"I should be in command. For God's sake, I should be in command..."

To: Iranq Fleet
From:OPDP Mockingbird

To keep more pox from being released we are going to seel off your ships from the rest of the station. God forbid something happens we are going to jetison your ships. Also your crew will be in jettisonalbe areas. If there are more spys I will NOT have them on my ship. We can screen your crews if you wish. Sorry for any inconvenince but we are a bit spooked by what happend on the Hope. If you know who may have done this we can help you in taking them out.

Best of luck,
Fleet Admiral Douglas A. Nimitz

Fera came back to the meeting room. "Rel, i am aware you may have more spies in your fleet. i offer you the use of a Zea'tarc detector. it will be a slow proces but we could find any and all spies inside your fleet, however the Zea'tarc detector will pick up on any for of a lie. in other words people will have to be able to recal events exactly in order to pass the test. so what do you say?"

Transmission to Iranq Fleet, Mockingbird Station, and Loki:
We off our MC90 Cruiser TRS Star Pearl to conduct the screening of the Iranq crews to provide a safe place should any more spys be detected and another outbreak occurs. We would hate for the plague to break out on a human ship or station. We could conduct screenings on small isolated groups so that infection is minimized in a worst case scenario. We aggree with Flightopia and also think that the crews should be isloated in small groups that can be dealt with quickly should the unthink able happen.

The I.S.S. Watcher jumped to Hyperspace to follow the Iranq fleet.

Five hours later...

The Eleanor class ship emerged from a Jump Point near Camaria III.

Messages - Broadcast

This is the SeaQuestian ship I.S.S. Watcher, a Eleanor class exploratory cruiser. We came following the Iranq fleet for diplomatic purposes. We are also willing to allow them access to our medical facilities, if they wish to use them.

FOR REFRENCE:

Our home system (Alldredge System: )
5 planets:
Kimbu
Judas (Home Planet, Capital of the Flightopian Alliance)
Dyson
Gralmod
Regulus
Westwould
York
It is Situated around the star (RL STAR) Hydrus, HD 19493/HIP 14180. It is a Class G3 IV.
Abs (app) mag = 3.72 (-28.29). It is 249.36 ly from sol (For a reference).

The Abh scout fleet now came fully into view behind the SeaQuest exploration ship with five Victory Class Destroyers, ten Omega-X Destroyers, and three Rambirds.

Admiral Abriel Gaf'ton sat at the helm and sighed. "Better let everyone know that we mean them no harm. I'd hate to kill them all just because they overreacted."

"Yes your Highness."

Broadcast Message
This is the scout fleet of the Abh Empire. We have been trailing you for sometime now to discern your intetions. Our pressence here has only been noted because of the arrival of the SeaQuestian exploratory ship. We have come out to make sure the ship is not damaged or finds any trouble. They have a tendancy to do such. We mean you all no harm and we shall keep our distance from your newly aquired home to prevent any uneasiness.

To All Allies

We accept all of your offers to screen our crew. We unfortunately have little idea on who is/ is not a spy. The person who released the Pox on hope was considered to be loyal by all the crew.

We are docking one at a time. We are under quarantine measures, but any one of our allies wishing to board may do so immediately.

Thank you,
Commodore Rel,
Acting Fleet Commander

To All Allies

We accept all of your offers to screen our crew. We unfortunately have little idea on who is/ is not a spy. The person who released the Pox on hope was considered to be loyal by all the crew.

We are docking one at a time. We are under quarantine measures, but any one of our allies wishing to board may do so immediately.

Thank you,
Commodore Rel,
Acting Fleet Commander

Messages

In response to the Iranq message:

Its seems today is your lucky day. We happen to have a telepathic officer aboard. Perhaps she can be of some assitance in filitering out who's loyal and who is not.

Thank you. We will allow the telapathic officer to board.

We suggest she go through the most vital ships first. Here is a list of our fleet in order of most important ships groups to least important:


7 Heavy Cruisers
5 Light Carriers
8 Frigates
4 Hospital Ships
1 Water Storage Ship
4 Scout Ships
3 Freighters
3 Passanger Ships
4 Merchant Ships

Not a grand fleet, but it's what we've got.

Thank you. We will allow the telapathic officer to board.

We suggest she go through the most vital ships first. Here is a list of our fleet in order of most important ships groups to least important:


7 Heavy Cruisers
5 Light Carriers
8 Frigates
4 Hospital Ships
1 Water Storage Ship
4 Scout Ships
3 Freighters
3 Passanger Ships
4 Merchant Ships

Not a grand fleet, but it's what we've got.

OOC: Just to let you know, the ship captain kind of over-exagerated abit. There is an officer aboard with mental powers, but she is empathic, though she is able to detect when someone is telling the truth or not and when they are holding something back, and is the ship's counsilor. Just wanted to give it to you straight.

IC: Messages

In response to the Iranq message:

Acknowledged. Her shuttle departs in half-an-hour from now. As for you fleet size, that is not a good way to judge a nation's culture. The culture, morals, ethics, and standards of a nation are the best way to judge them. Though, as we just met you, we shall hold off on that for now.

OOC: Last post for the night.

OCC: Bump, I want to get this rolling again.

"Sir?"

"Yes Ensign?" Commodore Rel asked the Com officer aboard the scoutship Seeker.

"Sensors picked up an unknown fleet. At least 10 ships."

"Put us on alert status. Hail the..."

"Wait! Sensors just regestured the ships. Victory Landers."

"S**t! Go to status one! Arm all cannons. Send a shuttle to take me to the Dragoon!"

"Aye sir!"

Aboard the F.T.S.C. OPDS Mockingbird, C.I.C

“Admiral!” Called out the sensors operator, “10 ship just jumped in system, unknown transponders. The Iranqians have gotten excited as well.”

“That is they! Those are the people they Iranqians are running from!” He exclaimed. “Get 5 cruisers and 5 heavy cruisers out there and engage, keep the Iranqians safe. Also, have the four defense stations on this side of the moon open fire when they are within the kill zone, which will be in?”

“10 minutes”

“Very well, let us see what they are made of.”

OCC: Here are the specs on the ships involved:

Class: Dadealus-Class Cruiser

Hull Length: 700m

Hull Width: 300m

Sublight Power: 16 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: 20 200-terajoul particle lances, 20 200-terajoule ion cannons, 20 anti-ship railguns, and 20 point-defense rail guns. All of the weapons are placed with 5 of each on each side of the hull, top, bottom, left, and right. Finally two gimbaled turrets with 20 500-megaton nukes in each launcher. Both launchers are placed on opposite sides of the life support ring. Also in 4 forward facing launch tubes are 2-gigaton nukes for massive ships or for ground based defenses. One nuke in each tube. Nukes use a nutron warhead. (OCC: Thanks to CorpSac for the tips.)

Defensive Shields: The ship is protected by a 10-tier shield system, also it has 7m thick titanium ion alloy armor around the ship.

Sensors: The ship has a sensors package along with hysradar that can scan and detect anything within 5,000 AUs of the craft.

Control: A very advanced R.I. (Restricted Intelligence) system.



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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 ion 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.

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

Crew Compliment: The ship has a crew of 1,000 and can carry 4,000 Marines. The ship is equipped with enough armories to supply all crew members with a L&B Compact 55. UMP, Marines carry standard M-13 ARs and L&B 58. 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.





Class: Angel-Class Orbital Planetary Defense Platform

Hull Length: 25,000m

Hull Width: 16,500m

Hull Height: 8,900m

Sublight Power: 60,000 Plasma rockets.

FTL Drive: 3 wormhole generators can take ship to 1,025 light years a second.

Power Source: 5,000 Nilling d-sinks MARK II.

Range: Infinite.

Armament: 40,000 1-petajoule particle lances, 40,000 1-petajoule ion cannons, 40,000 anti-ship railguns, and 40,000 point-defense rail guns. All of the weapons are placed on the Top, bottom, fore, aft, starboard, and port sides of the hull for full firing arcs. Finally, 20,000 gimbaled turrets with 100 510-megaton nukes in each launcher. All launchers are placed in same configuration as the main weapons. Also in 4,000 launch tubes in the hull carry 2-gigaton nukes for massive ships or for ground-based defenses. All nukes use fusion warheads. (OCC: Thanks to CorpSac for the tips.)

Defensive Shields: The ship is protected by a 400-tier fusion high-energy shield system, also it has 600m thick titanium ion alloy armor around the ship.

Sensors: The ship has a sensors package along with hysradar that can scan and detect anything within 10,000 AUs of the craft. Also, these long-range scanners can have their input transmitted to every ship in the fleet, so each ship sees what everyone else see.

Control: A very advanced R.I. (Restricted Intelligence) system.

Shuttle Bays: 500 on each side of the hull with 250 Hawk-Class Space Superiority Fighters and 50 Pelican Shuttles in each bay..

Construction Bays: 240 on the top and bottom side of the hull in 24 rows of 10.. When not in use bays can double as ship hangers. Also, allies of Flightopia can dock ships and repair them at the shipyard.

Crew Compliment:
Crew: 1,600,000
Shipbuilders: 2,000,000
Soldiers: 4,100,000
SSF Pilots: 5,010,000
Total: 14,710,000

Victory Land Flagship

"Sir, I have our spies on the comm. They are ready to detonate the Pox."

"No." the Commander said.

"Sir?"

"We need to show the Iranqin allies we are better warriors. That way we'll have their respect."

"We'll have their hatred." Colonel Jenson said. He was the only man alive who could openly question the commander.

"True. But detonating Pox will make things worse. Victory Land won't be taken seriously until we show we can win through more... chivalry means. Get the fleet in position. Launch fighters."

Iranqin Light Cruiser Trust

"Launch fighters!"

Colonel Rainer formally of the Hope had little doubt the other four light cruisers were giving that same order. All 5 carried 25 fighters each. The Victory Landers already had 75 in space with more coming by the second.

"Colonel Rainer, put us between the Angeletti and the Crack of Dawn." Commander Tela told her new first officer.

"Aye sir." Rainer said, giving the order to comm.

"Sir, we've got a reading on the enemy fleet." Major Glase reported.

"Lets hear it." Tela told him.

"12 Heavy Cruisers, 7 Lights, 2 Hospital Ships, 10 Frigates, 240 fighters."

"Not the best odds but we'll make do." Tela said. "Prepare front cannons."

Space

"I see 'em!" Lt. Jewquo said from his fighter. The enemy was closing fast.

Suddenly cannon fire opened up. Jewquo gripped the fighter’s guidance stick, bringing the fighter up, missing the barrage.

"Idiots! Can't they see were on their side?!" Jewquo yelled.

"Calm down." The flight leader told him and by extension all the pilots. "Their a little jumpy. Just concentrate... Here they come!"

The enemy fighters zoomed past Jewquo's one. The cannons opened up again, this time hitting a few enemies.

"Wahoo!" a pilot yelled. "First blood!"

"Don't get cocky." Another said. They’re coming around!"

The enemy opened its own fire. The Iranqins mostly maneuvered out of the way. A few were hit, exploding.

Jewquo looped his fighter around. The sudden adrenaline burst distracted him from his fear. The battle was joined.

The two Tidani MC90 Cruisers moved into a possition between the new fleet and the Hospital Carrier. Their shields and hulls obscuring any firing solution on the carrier, but they did not engage. Then the 10 Flare Frigates moved into a defensive formation around the Cruisers. Their pulse laser beams ready to intercept any projectile, missile, or strikecraft that got too close. They were not going to pick a side in this war. Their mission was humanitarian, and it would stay that way. They hoped...

on the Loki.

"Sir, a fleet has arrived and has started an attack on the Iranq fleet."

"bring the shields up, turn us into firing position at the attackers largest ship and open fire. hold fighters until i give the order."

OOC: sorry for the crap post i'm in a hurry. just so you know the Loki has 8 Asgard Pulse Cannons (few guns but they could destroy the Osiris, a Nebarri Prime Battleship in about 3 shots. or less i think)

Heavy Cruiser “Linchpin”

The fleet admiral was watching the battle unfold from the Heavy Cruiser “Linchpin”

“Bring the fleet into wall formation and put us between the Iranq fleet, vector the S.S.F.s (Space Superiority Fighter) towards the enemy fighters. Try and take out the larger ships first, the S.S.F-Bs (Bombers, slower then a normal fighter but carry more nukes and 2 extra particle lances) can deal with the escorts,” he ordered.

“Yes sir!”

Each ship spun and jumped around until they were a standard wall formation, as they turned to broadside the enemy fleet flights of SSFs streamed around them like black wasps.

Space

The leader of the 23rd SSF Wing, Col. William Lenstrom, could visualize all the 200 pilots under his command, checking his or her hysradar, talking to thier R.I. or just thinking as they saw the battle approach them.

He key his mic on the guard channel, "Men, ladies, we are here today to prevent the extermination of civilization,” he spoke soulfully, “It is a heavy burden on your shoulders but I know you can lift it. Watch your intervels, watch your ammo, and for god's sake no friendly fire... Now punch it up to zone five and lets kick some ass!”

Every fighter did a roll in aggrement (like the army's warcry) and then jets of plasma shot out the back of thier fighters as they went to max power. The sleek, black darts streeking towards the lights of the ensuing battle. They neared the max range for their nukes, once in range and with solid locks they flipped their safety catches off and squeezed thier triggers. Streaks of light rocketed away in numbers too great to count. Then the pilots broke off into two man flights to move into particle lance and rail gun range. These fuckers were going down.




SFF weapon specs:

Photo: http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/5702/webhf1t3qu.gif


Armament: 2 52-gigajoule particle lances (4 on the B-Model), 2 gatiling rail guns, 4 hard points on each wing for either, (4) SSM-15 Widowmaker Clusters (8 on the B Model) [Use fusion warhead tipped missiles], (4) (8 on the B Model) 450-megaton nukes, or (6) (10 on the B Model) 200-megaton nuke clusters. 4 per cluster.

Occ: Bumptacular