NationStates Jolt Archive

The lone ship traveled through the enpty void of space. Sinver against the black background, it shone brightly in the glow of the nearby sun. It shifted its course, and eventually moved into its new orbit around the nearby planet. Slowly, almost too slowly to notice, it faded from view, becoming invisible to the naked eye. It was almost impossible to detect with any instruments used by the civilizations below.

It was just another North Mack Star Ship, on another routine mission.
Its mission was the same as it had been for the past 7 years. Observe the inhabitants of the planet below, and gather the information the NM operatives sent up. A relativly common mission, with almost nothing to breat the tedium for the crew onboard.

Well, until today.

"Sir, we're picking something up on long range scans. Its Masked. cant tell what or how many."
Captain John Fredricks looked up. The only other thing that should be here was their replacement. And they wern't due for a month.
"Can you hail them?"
"No sir. Communications are jammed."
"WHAT?" John jumped out of his chair and rushed to the command counsole. "This is Captain Fredricks. All hands to Battle Stations. this is NOT a drill. Repeart, all hands to Battle Stations. This is not a drill!"
A klaxon began to ring through the ship, and the small crew of 100 men and women rushed to man the few weapons the scout had.
"Sir. We just picked them up on Detail Scanners. Its a fleet. a War Fleet."
John swallowed.
"How many?"
"At least one hundred ships."
John grimmaced. "Keep us in full stealth mode. Maybe they wont notice us."
Josh sighed. God i HOPE they dont notice us

The Galactic Federation, Witch Finder Fleet Oparia

The Inside of the Vessel was dark, its ambient light was a dark red, with small llights of crude computer systems lighting the faces of various cyborg operators, the decor of the vessel was incredibly ornate, with huge gothic carvings along the walls, with hideous gargoyels perched from the corners of the Bridge.

The Floor was a black, obsidian marble, while a plush red carpet lined the walk way, a large Banner of the Galactic Federation symbol hung down to the floor, roughly 30 feet in height, it gave an estimation to just how big the Bridge was...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/TheGalacticFederation.jpg

"Captian Dessius..." Master Witch Finder Cartwright spoke while walking onto the Bridge of the 'Consular' "What do you have to Report?" Cartwrights voice was powerfull, and from his rimmed hat, his eyes surveyed the Captian with natural curiosity that all Witch finders have..

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/Cartwright.jpg

"We Have detected a Small scout ship 100,000 Parsecs from our Current location, our scanners indicate that their comm system is down.." Captain Dessius's skin was grey and palid, his eyes were completely blacked out, with no whites showing at all... his voice was dry and coarse as though his very body was parched of liquid... despite his skin and his voice he was a healthy imposing man...

The Scanners of Galactic Federation ships were people directly connected to various radar arrays, bundles of wire snaked too and fro from their bodies, and their eyes had a perminant set of goggles that were not worn, but rather attached to their skulls...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/Cyborg1big.jpg

"Move The Fleet to those Co-ordinates, and prepare for boarding actions, I fear the Techno plague may have spread as far out as here...." Cartwright spoke while approaching the large view screen that showed the Witch Finder fleet situated around the 'Consular'

"As you wish Master Witch Finder..."

"If there is anything else, Captain Dessius, Inform me at once, I shall be in my Quaters"

Captain Dessius gave a small bow as a sign of respect before returning to the view screen..

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/Nova.gif

OOC: Bump for activeness.

OoC: sorry. damn forums were down.

IC:

"Sir, unknown ships are moving our direction. They seem to have dtected us."
Captain John sighed. "Are comms up yet?"
"No sir. still jammed."
"Send the standard assistance call on a loop. And call for reinforcements from Fleet Command, also on a loop."
"Sir? the comms are still down..."
"I realise that. If they come back up we wont miss them."
The comms officer nodded and bagan tapping away at his keyboard
John turned back to his screen and watched the unknowns move closer... and closer... and ever closer...

A Scanner sat up slighty, then his voice, a parched mechanical sounded voice addressed The Captain before returning to its console...

"We are within 50,000 Parsecs, Vessel is using Stealth Technology"

The Captain turned, he didn't need to thank the machine man, it wouldn't have appreciated it, in his former life the Scanner was more than likely a criminal, subjected to horrific medical procedures to ensure that it was a functioning member of society... albeit an automatom...

"Inform, Master Witch Finder General, Cartwright... " Dessius turned,

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/The%20Galactic%20Federation/HDS1.jpg

Captain Dessius was an Imposing man, His long black Federal Uniform enhanced the effect more, and although he was not in charge, people and other officers gave him the respect he deserved.

Master Witch Finder General Cartwright strode onto the bridge, his quaters not being far away...

"We are within 50,000 Parsecs, Master Witch Finder... What are your orders?"

"Ensare it, and order your Stormtroopers to prepare for a boarding action, I want the Crew alive, Me and my Witch Finders will uncover the truth about this Disgusting Technoplague..."

"As you wish Master Witch Finder...."

"Ensign" Dessius turned, his dark form moving towards a screen showing the image of the Scout ship

"Your Orders?" a young officer turned, his long black uniform indicated a lower rank, by two silver Galactic Skulls on each lapel of the tunic...

"Fire a Warning shot, then open fire with the Electro Rifle, We'll disable the ships power, then move in... the Storm Troopers will make easy work of whoever is on board...."

"By your Command, Captain"

The captain turned to the sensor officer. "are you sure they can detect us?"

His question was answered a second later as a shot steaked past the nose of the ship, just missing.

"Holy shi--" Then the second shot hit, and the lights went out. About five seconds later, they came back on, but they were the green of emergency power. Luckily, emergency power included the ship wide intercom, so the captain could adress the crew in case of an emergency.

The captain hit the intercom button

"Attention all crew. Our main power grid has just been disabled by the unknown fleet. By doing so, they have shown themselves to be hostile, and have also shown they want us alive. We all know what is in our data core. We all also know that we cant let them have that. I have set Program Dying Breath for one hour. I thank you all for your service, and am proud to have been your captain. On that final note, Prepare to repel Boarders!"


OoC: Program Dying Breath is an old program from a war North Mack was in about 100 years ago. Against their far superior enemies, We were losing, so program Dying Breath was created. The ships would fight until they were to crippled to fight some more, then when they activated program Dying Breath, 3 nuclear warheads buried in the ships core would detonate, destroying any enemies in the general area.

I am thinking this might be what disrupts the vortex thingy and sends us back in time Kraven.

Um... where did everyone go?

i mean... bump

OOC: I'm still here, just waiting for the MT defender and for you two FT guys to 'time warp'.

OOC:Sorry, I'm here, Just got lost in Time for a moment.. >_>

The Witch Hunter fleet grew ever closer, The Vessels Weaponry now paused, were silent as the Huge war fleet was now unapposed...

Large Boarding craft now filled with lines of Stormtroopers, ready to assault and take hold the vessels information and where abouts regarding the Technoplague...

Dessius was stood watching as another bright blast of lazer fire errupted from a forward Gun Position, ensuring the engines of this scout craft were cut out, they wouldn't be getting very far...

Within a few minutes the first Boarding craft was launched with a high velocity exit, the craft was connected by an immense tow rope that would, one the boarding craft had attached to the target vessel, be towed back towards the Launching battleship, and thus allow more soldiers to flood in via an Umbilicle chord...

The Boarding craft covered the vacume of space in a few minutes, with a defening roar of metal tearing, being sheared apart as the boarding vessel pushed its way through the crafts exterior like a giant metal arrow...

Inside, the Exit of the Boarding craft now protruded into a corridor... there was a high pitched whine, as explosive bolts detonated, sending the doors flying explosively into the corridor...

From the dust and smoke, the Storm Troopers poured out into the Corridor, lazer blasts flying out towards unknown enemies, Primitive smoke and blind grenades were used to confuse the enemy as the Stormtroopers went to work, carving up the corridor with lazer bolts....

The War of The Worlds had begun....

"Boarders in corridor 2C! Corridor 2C is breached!!" The announcment rang out through the ship, and the defenders, armed in their pathetic Mark 1 Combat Armor, ran to repel the intruders. The Mark 1 CA had not been in mass production for over 50 years now. Indeed, it had been originally designed to prevent the death of a starship crew in case of total decompression. It provided some, but nowhere near enough protection against the enemies lasers.

As the first crewman reached the corridor, he had barely had three seconds before he was hit by a laser bolt and went down. The 4 men behind him did somewhat better, managing to kill one stormtrooper and wound another before they too, died.

Well hey. They're scientists. What did the enemy expect.
Two decks below where the first 5 casualties had occured, the captain worked hurridley to dismantle the special machine in the cargo hold. If he didnt do it right, the machine would malfunction, and given the nature of the testing they had been doint, that would be a very bad thing.

After all, you dont just go messing around with the Time-Space Continuum without watching where you stepped...



OoC: I just realise i havent shown any of my pictures, while Kraven has. how embaressing.

The S-29 Boarding Action Rifle (which my crew is using) fires lasers. Virtually inexaustable ammmo due to the type of power generator NM uses, but can only sustsain ten seconds of continual firing before barrel overheats.

-EDIT: well, apparently the links i posted didnt take. ill work on it.

Ok. here are the images


The Ship

Aft View
http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/9153/jdlycanshipsaftlil3ug.jpg

Top View
http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/9153/jddesttoplil3tr.jpg

Bow View
http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/1932/jddestbowlil1jm.jpg


The Crew

Mark I Combat Armor
http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/3072/stlight11qa.jpg

S-29 Boarding Action Rifle
http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/5707/plasmarifle0pc.jpg

EDIT-wow. sorry about the size of that last one. It must be... uh... life size... or something...

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