Star Elves
12-01-2006, 11:45
“Conn, Radar, we have a new contact bearing 237 Horizontal, 089 Vertical, designate Master 1.”
Captain Elrond Dorthonion, immaculate in his black uniform of the Star Elf Dominion Space Force, looked up from the report he was reading and stepped out of his centre chair, before walking over to the Radar Operator.
The layout of the bridge consisted of a near-rectangular oblong with the shorter edge of the deck facing forward and consisting of a large window set into the wall. Immediately behind this were the Weapons and Navigation computer banks, with the Radar suite along one of the sidewalls along with other consoles. At the centre of the room, slightly raised, was the Command Chair. Elrond stepped down from this chair and walked across to the Radar Supervisor Findecano Earfalas. “What’ve we got, Fin?” Elrond leant behind the Supervisor’s chair, which in turn sat between two Radar Operators that watched the green-lined black screens.
Earfalas glanced up momentarily before looking back at the screen. “Captain, we have an unidentified contact on the edge of the system, closing on our position.”
“ETA?” Elrond asked, suddenly tensing.
“3 minutes, Sir.”
The Captain let out a low, impressed whistle. The Dominion classified the edge of the Solar System as 3 AU out from Miriel, 1 AU further out that than any of the 3 planets. Three minutes to cover 1 AU to the SED Damien’s position, currently orbiting the outer third planet as part of its roving patrol, meant a pretty impressive speed.
Elrond considered his position. On the one hand, it could merely be a comet or some sort of meteor caught in the gravitational pull of the Sun. On the other hand…
Elrond turned and walked back to his chair. “Chief of the Boat, sound Battle Stations.”
“Aye, sir.” COB Celahir Darthanian pushed a button on his console along the right wall and leant to the microphone. “General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your Battle Stations.”
A continuous alarm rang through the ship as the overhead lighting turned a dull blue. Elrond sat back in his chair and monitored the ship’s status on his own computer monitor. He watched the different sections of the ship acknowledge readiness by flashing from green to blue, whilst COB acknowledged this by announcing, “Battle Stations sounded, sir. All areas report Blue Alert.”
Elrond nodded. “Very well.” He turned in his chair to face the Radio Operator. “Conn, Radio, transmit contact report to High Command and standby on all frequencies.”
The Radio acknowledged, and encoded the message before sending it. The Radio would take almost 13 minutes to be received at Dominion Space Force High Command headquarter in Star Elf City, and a further 13 for it to receive.
To: SPAFORHICOM
From: SED Damien D 001
UNIDENTIFIED CONTACT ON DIRECT INTERCEPT COURSE WITH VESSEL, ARE INITIATING DEFENCE PROCEDURES AS PER SPACE FLEET DIRECTIVE 003. ETA TO CONTACT 3 MINUTES, PLEASE ADVISE ANY CHANGE IN ORDERS.
Elrond Dorthonion Commanding
OOC: Quick specs for the Damien:
http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/7441/type1destroyerescort9rh.jpg
Star Elf Shipworks
Type One Destroyer-Escort
Length:
100 Metres
Beam:
10 Metres
Decks:
8 (A-H)
Complement:
15 Officers, 150 Enlisted
Powerplant:
One Fusion Reactor powering one 12G Plasma Rocket
and four 3G Plasma Retro Rockets
Weapons: One twin-barrelled rotating Plasma Turret situated on top of the hull
Captain Elrond Dorthonion, immaculate in his black uniform of the Star Elf Dominion Space Force, looked up from the report he was reading and stepped out of his centre chair, before walking over to the Radar Operator.
The layout of the bridge consisted of a near-rectangular oblong with the shorter edge of the deck facing forward and consisting of a large window set into the wall. Immediately behind this were the Weapons and Navigation computer banks, with the Radar suite along one of the sidewalls along with other consoles. At the centre of the room, slightly raised, was the Command Chair. Elrond stepped down from this chair and walked across to the Radar Supervisor Findecano Earfalas. “What’ve we got, Fin?” Elrond leant behind the Supervisor’s chair, which in turn sat between two Radar Operators that watched the green-lined black screens.
Earfalas glanced up momentarily before looking back at the screen. “Captain, we have an unidentified contact on the edge of the system, closing on our position.”
“ETA?” Elrond asked, suddenly tensing.
“3 minutes, Sir.”
The Captain let out a low, impressed whistle. The Dominion classified the edge of the Solar System as 3 AU out from Miriel, 1 AU further out that than any of the 3 planets. Three minutes to cover 1 AU to the SED Damien’s position, currently orbiting the outer third planet as part of its roving patrol, meant a pretty impressive speed.
Elrond considered his position. On the one hand, it could merely be a comet or some sort of meteor caught in the gravitational pull of the Sun. On the other hand…
Elrond turned and walked back to his chair. “Chief of the Boat, sound Battle Stations.”
“Aye, sir.” COB Celahir Darthanian pushed a button on his console along the right wall and leant to the microphone. “General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your Battle Stations.”
A continuous alarm rang through the ship as the overhead lighting turned a dull blue. Elrond sat back in his chair and monitored the ship’s status on his own computer monitor. He watched the different sections of the ship acknowledge readiness by flashing from green to blue, whilst COB acknowledged this by announcing, “Battle Stations sounded, sir. All areas report Blue Alert.”
Elrond nodded. “Very well.” He turned in his chair to face the Radio Operator. “Conn, Radio, transmit contact report to High Command and standby on all frequencies.”
The Radio acknowledged, and encoded the message before sending it. The Radio would take almost 13 minutes to be received at Dominion Space Force High Command headquarter in Star Elf City, and a further 13 for it to receive.
To: SPAFORHICOM
From: SED Damien D 001
UNIDENTIFIED CONTACT ON DIRECT INTERCEPT COURSE WITH VESSEL, ARE INITIATING DEFENCE PROCEDURES AS PER SPACE FLEET DIRECTIVE 003. ETA TO CONTACT 3 MINUTES, PLEASE ADVISE ANY CHANGE IN ORDERS.
Elrond Dorthonion Commanding
OOC: Quick specs for the Damien:
http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/7441/type1destroyerescort9rh.jpg
Star Elf Shipworks
Type One Destroyer-Escort
Length:
100 Metres
Beam:
10 Metres
Decks:
8 (A-H)
Complement:
15 Officers, 150 Enlisted
Powerplant:
One Fusion Reactor powering one 12G Plasma Rocket
and four 3G Plasma Retro Rockets
Weapons: One twin-barrelled rotating Plasma Turret situated on top of the hull