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New Secret Weapon Technology Developments

Christopher Thompson
14-06-2006, 22:46
OOC: This is my first post in...two months. Just thought I'd develop some new special toys to play around with. This is a development thread only. It is secret, but I sppreciate coments. Okay, Here we go.

IC:
And deep within the coreworlds, in a far planet that no foreign soul had touched for over one-thousand years it began, and now it was presented. A weapon with such destructive capabilities that entire nations could be engulfed in its flames. Such a weapon, however, was not presented to the universe in the normal fashion. It was kept secret, it was kept safe. At its dawning, there was no press conference, no stage set, no invitations made. Only a cold, dark laboratory, built deep within Hiigara, the home planet. Over the course of seven-hundred and fifty years, the technology of Adam and Lilith, of entangling souls, of understanding the power of one was researched. It was tested. It was perfected. And then it finally coelesced into a perfect being: Evangelion.

Its red-colored armor would be the last thing that many souls would see, the farier of the boatman on the river Stix for so many.

The small team of researchers of all the major kiith abounded at their invention. Their child of nature, their engine of destruction. At one-hundred meters tall, it truly was worthy of the title Evangelion. The perfect fusion of man and machine, the true reason for the Hiigaran Instrumentality Project, Project E, and the Wasteland Expeditions was finally realized.

In a cold, dark chamber, deep underground away from the public, and perhaps from the scrutinizing eye of Karan Sjet and Sajuuk Himself, the Evangelion laid in its coolant and mineral bath, waiting to be awakened. All it needed was a pilot. That is where Miranu Jet Soban comes in.

Miranu Jet Soban is a tall, lanky man of a thin but muscular build. He is sixteen, and has pitch black hair and cold-blue eyes. He looks like something of a prankster himself, and of all the people involved in the design of the Eva, he seems to take it the most light-heartedly. In his red plug suit, he slips it on over his naked body, pressing a small button on the left wrist. Immediately, all the excess air is pushed out of the suit, making the material flush with his body. The “cat ears,” as they’re affectionately called by the staff, which are surgically implanted in him and grafted onto his existing body mark him as the pilot as a door opens and he briskly steps across the catwalk, and ascends a set of stairs that will take him to the entry plug.

Inside a small chamber, separate from the Eva, a small team of expert analysts and key developers sat in front of consoles, tapping on invisible keys projected in the air, looking at pictures on non-existant screens. Behind them, a few major Admirals in the Hiigaran Defensive Space Navy sat alongside their political counterparts in the Diamid, the ruling Council of Hiigara. They watched through the re-enforced glass, protected by a force-field, or through the various viewscreens scattered in front of them, depending on their personal preference. The light hum that the supercomputers produced was the only sound to them that they understood. Sure, the people in the box with them were talking, but it was all nonesense to them.

Tons of pink clear coolant bath was evacuated from the chamber known as the “cage,” where the Evangelion was kept when not in operation. A small army of orange-clad men and women ran around the cage, securing various roles necessary for launch.

“Cooling process…completed,” one man said over the com.
The bath, which was up to the Evas’ neck, was now already down to its forearm.

“Cage now in position for docking,” affirmed another man. Lights all over displays read green as data readouts of various nerves, muscles and skeletal structures of the Eva came back posotive.

“Signal plug terminator, now being ejected,” said one of the techies in the box. The back of the Eva opened, its head slid forward, off-axis and armored plates pulled away to reveal a cavity, a recess within.

“Roger, inserting entry plug,” verified a com message. A perfect fit for the white cylinder-shaped entry plug, which was already being lowered via mechanichal arm. “Direct Hydro-transmission system, connection prepared,” a woman beamed. The plug was inserted, Miranu inside. The mechanical arm released and retracted, and the plug spun inward the rest of the distance counter-clockwise, and the armored plates and head went back to their original position as an engineer affirmed, “Plug in place.”

By now the coolant was completely drained as another person affirmed the connection: “Connecting unit One.”

Inside the entry plug, everything blinked red. Then blue, orange green, and every color imagineable. Then came the familiar com, “filling the entry plug.” LCL, or link connection liquid, filled the plug with a yellow color, and Miranu released his breath, which promptly floated up to the top of the plug and was ejected through various interior to exterior controlled release corridors. Now he had no air. He sat, and waited.

“Main power, online,” a man confirmed over com. “All circuits transmitting,” he said again. The Evangelion hummed to life, sounding oddly like a computer its self.

“Roger,” Chief Developer Angelu Karin Sjet affirmed.

“Connecting secondary contacts…” The plug went white, as if the LCL wasn’t there. The inside of the plug shined with a copper-silver sheen to it, and a burst of light appeared from the bottom emenating to the top of the plug, with every color of the rainbow passing by a shimmering screen of lights.
“A-10 nerve connection, normal,” the same woman affirmed. The lights kept up, but the backdrop gavewway to green splotches on a black backround, then red everywhere, then black. Several outlines appeared in front of Miranu, and they filled with trippy white-black circles, then faded to normal vision. He was surrounded by a complete degree field of vision.

“All preliminary contacts established, harmonics normal,” a woman said. "Electrolizing LCL." At the sound of that, Miranu took a deep breath. Finally, he thought.

“Bi-directional circuits are open,” a woman in the box said as she continued, looking at a screen that appeared to have two sets of intricite graphs merge together, “synchronozation ratio at sixty-two point three percent.” The two graphs merged together, becoming white. The screen above the same operator in the box was filled with nerve connection indicators, that were now turning on to green to indicate their alignment. “Harmonics normal, no disturbances detected.”

Deputy Commander of Operations Deva Risko Soban noded at the operator and shouted, “Begin launch sequence.”

“Beginning launch sequence,” a man shouted over com as two large, caged doors in front of the Eva opened up in a hurry, sliding into place in the massive walls.

“Removing primary lock bolts,” an engineer excalimed as various locks to the shoulders and chest unbolted.

“Removal Confirmed, Removing the umbilical bridge.” Lights lit up all over various locks as they slid away. “Removing secondary lock bolts.” Pins, half a meter in diameter slid out, and bolts riveted down the side of restraints that led up from the floor to the chest of the Eva slid out as well, shrouding the pins. These restraints also broke away, moving into the walls. “Removing Primary restraints,” a man said as they slid forward and into the wall.

Removing seconday restraints,” he continued as more slid back into the wall behind the Eva. “Releasing safety locks number one through fifteen.” Screens lit up in the box, confirming the organized chaos with live-feed and technical readout. “Internal battery, fully charged. S2 drive, online.”

“Roger,” a woman in the box confirmed. “Move Eva unit one to the launch pad.” The entire floor shifted to reveal the real floor, moving at a degree of fourty-five degrees backward as more chained-doors slid open. The Eva moved to a wall, final locks still on it, surrounding its flanks like two great shields, and they locked in place on two vertical tracks on the exterior wall. Bolts on a platform locked in and confirmed, and overhead an innumerable ammount of sealed, armored doors opened, revealing a path upward. A small light above by the first door changed from red to green, and monitors inside the box conformed it. A path to the Geo-Front, the testing ground deep within the planet where the facility was kept in secret, was opened. “Launch path clear, all systems green. Evangelion, ready for launch.”

“Understood,” said Deputy Commander of Operations Deva. She turned to two men behind her, the true masters of the show. “Are we ready, Gentlemen?”
“Of course,” said Commander of Operations Donai Adelei Hraal.

Vice-Commander Rouan Ustro Paktu simply nodded. Deva turned back to her job at ahnd and re-iderated their words when she shouted, “Eva launch!”
On the wall, the Eva soared up the track at an amazing speed, generating seven gees as it raced to its destination, testing point one. Monitors and data confirmed its approach to the point of release, and a final double-bulkhead blast door opened as two extensions of the track shot upward to the sky, 80 meters tall. Immediately after they shot out, so did the Eva, the final restraints catching this leg of the track halted the Eva, and it stood, held by the restraints, in place.

Miranu looked out over the testing grounds, calm and peaceful. Deva’s voice came out over the com into the plug. “Are you ready Miranu?”

“Um…Yeah,” he said.

“Good…Final safety locks, release!” The two shields that had previosly held the Eva unlatched, and swung backward as the Eva slouched forward, catching its balance. “Evangelion Unit One, move out!”

Miranu grabbed the two controls in front of him. The looked somewhat like two looped pieces of rope, and his hands slid into them perfectly. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and opened them. The Eva, now connected with his own mind, would read it to determine exactly what the controls controlled at that moment. Some even argued that the controls were merely vestegial, and that in ten years or so they would be removed, the Eva simply being able to connect with the pilot so well that they would act as truly one body. In anycase, the Eva rolled out, chargin down the underground country side, sliding, and stopping. It jumped into the air, and did a summersault as it fell on ots feet, earth rattling above and below. It displayed its various capabilites, and then they approached.

Hundreds of planes, tanks and ships in the underground sea off to the south came into view. None of them were manned. Miranu was ordered to unfold his AT-field. He did so, and the space around him shimmered and moved for a split-second. The phase space was there. Fully a division released gunfire, rocket fire, missile fire and even MAC rounds were shot from a re-constructed orbital defense platform overhead. They all slammed into the Eva, shells bouncing off, detonations appearing just outside of the armor, and two large missiles even managed to his the Eva square in the chest, and detonated. Nothing happened.

Then, an N2 mine was detonated below. That day, the cities above would register an earthquake of magnitude three on the richter scale from the shockwave. A shroud of smoke surrounded the Eva, earth melted, and water vaporized. The air coelesced into plasma for a split-second as the N2 mine went off, and then, it all cleared. To reveal the Eva. Completely unharmed. Then the Eva’s arm went forward, and swept its hand across the sky in front of it. Explosions appeared everywhere in the sky.

The planes were vaporized, some were knocked out by the shockwave. The Eva ran over to a destroyer, picked it up, and hurled it at a tank brigade, crushing it. It picked up another ship, jumped onto the aircraft carrier that had put up the aircraft, and landed on it, the flight-deck crumpled. It hurled that ship onto the guided missile artillery formation, destroying them. The aircraft carrier simply sunk under the weight, and capsized as the destroyer was hurled.

The Eva stood waist deep in water, and moved out, generating waves that nearly tipped-over the rest of the sea formation, as they opened up another volley, practically point-blank range. Plasma torpedoes hurled at it, making sucessful hits and doing no damage, as another MAC round was fired, 23 percent the speed of light, impacted the AT-field and simply bounced off, into the ocean, striking a criuser, vaporizing it instantly as it exploding and took out the rest of the sea formation with it. Then the Eva ran to the edge of the Geo-Front and jumped up at the walls, catipulting its self to the top as it grabbed the Mac cannon, ripping it to shreds, and then, finally falling down to the Geo-Front floor, having sucessfully taken out a major attack force equipped with an orbital MAC cannon for support and an N2 mine as a last resort.

The earth, and the men in the box sent to observe the test, quaked. The attack force: Decimated. The Eva: Unharmed.
The Diamid members and Admirals stood, awe-inspired at the capabilites of this weapon. This was the final test before production. And Commander of Operations Donai simply smiled at the men behind him, saying simply, “So, when can we begin construction on units two through twelve?”
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 00:02
BUMP for comments.
Later Post Coming
Free shepmagans
15-06-2006, 02:37
((OOC Um... wouldn't there be a need for many prototypes before this? I mean even with Adam (or Lillith) as a blueprint it took many attempts to get it right. Also, if I remember correctly the LCL can oxygenate before being electrified. Assuming the rest of the inconsistancies are plot-serving choices I can safely say. Eva in nationstates. Yay. :)))
Usea-Jason
15-06-2006, 03:28
(ooc-Oh my,Eva on ns?this may be interesting.Taging)
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 06:05
((OOC Um... wouldn't there be a need for many prototypes before this? I mean even with Adam (or Lillith) as a blueprint it took many attempts to get it right. Also, if I remember correctly the LCL can oxygenate before being electrified. Assuming the rest of the inconsistancies are plot-serving choices I can safely say. Eva in nationstates. Yay. :)))

Why thankyou. I really appreciate it. Also, I have a slightly different naming system for the Evas. The standard models the combat ready ones will have names like Unit 01, 02 and so on, but the prototypes and test types before them have a seperate naming system. P-01, P-02 and so on. But I'll be getting to that later. As soon as I finish writing this up
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 06:06
(ooc-Oh my,Eva on ns?this may be interesting.Taging)

Excellent. Another. If you guys want, you could have bribed a few of the Diamid members for footage or something. Perhaps, I might even let a member of two of the project even be double agents... Just suggesting ways to thicken the plot.
Aralonia
15-06-2006, 06:40
((OOC: Oh deary me, another user ripping of HW2. Well done! Join the crew! XD))
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 06:52
((OOC: Oh deary me, another user ripping of HW2. Well done! Join the crew! XD))
Oh wow, you're like one of three others I know that uses that tech. Welcome to the party. You're more than welcome to join.
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 07:00
OOC: So a bit of knowledge you gentlemen would know from trading with me and being around my nation.

1. There aren't leakers. Anyone claiming to be a leaker is probably real. Normally, 100 percent of the population is pretty much united about not giving out info. Hiigarans don't proliferate their knowledge. It's why they've remained so powerful.

2. This isn't a set-up from Hiigara's enemies, nor is it a ruse. Hi-jacking a Hiigaran wall probe without it being noticed...doesn't happen. This probe would have been detonated by automatic command the second it doesn't remain in contact with constant feed with its localized base.

3. He's bringing you to a dead wall probe line. It was assaulted by asteroids, and the probe wall was de-activated several years ago.
All that being said...
IC:
Seven days later…

A bill was approved in the Diamid. A small bill. A bill that no one saw. It never made it to the newspapers, despite the fact that it approved a military contract for eleven trillion gil, or roughly 19,156,500,000,000 US dollars to a little known joint-operation research staff simply known as JOSPE, or Joint Operation Staff for Project Evangelion as a one-time supplement to their existing budget. The body known as JOSPE it’s self had existed for roughly eight-hundred years, and even today, with an existing budget above five trillion per year, after all the time, after excavating the Geo-Front, barely two-dozen people outside of the project knew of it. Not even the Speaker of the Diamid, nor Karan Sjet knew.

Or so they all thought.

In a small room in the city, a single man was willing to transfer information. He made a single transmission over a secure com link from a hi-jacked military channel. No one in the military would notice it, it only took a few seconds to send. The message read:

Project E is is ready. I have everything you need to know. The final payment is due.

That short blip was sent out over thousands of kilometers of space, to a small Tanis base on the outskirts. The tanis-class basses were the traditional first line of real defense in Hiigara. They were the first obstacle that could shoot back at you, past the probe walls. They were well-equipped for being so far away from Hiigara, but only for taking out small game. Pirates, raiders and small Tobari strike forces. Beyond that, they relied upon re-enforcements from one of the six great military shipyards surrounding Hiigara. It was received by a man of small stature known simply as Blink. Or at least, that was his alias.

In the military, he was called Leutenant Halverd Kingsren Paktu. He was reknown for guarding the shipping lanes of his sector, and was well-liked by his men (True, no foreign soul has touched Hiigara in one-thousand years, but that’s because the six military shipyards are the final destination for any foreigner or foreign frate. The rest is taken over by Hiigaran commercial shippers and suppliers). He also saw the construction of the five other Motherships and the Orbital Cannons and now the Evas as a colossal waste of time and money. Another offensive weapon that will not be used. The MAC cannons were a defensive weapon that will not be used. It cost the Hiigaran government trillions to maintain its standing defenses and navy every year, and he saw the vast potential wasted. Cannons, able to shred through most super-capital ships of the universe like tin foil, never fired at a real target. Battlecruisers not used since the Dust Wars. A first-rate Marine Corps with revolutionary technology and religeously doigmatic training from commanders that literally were raised their whole lives (willingly) to know the art of combat, and scarcely one of those Marines would ever fire their weapon at enemies. Hiigara could easily flatten every military power within the sector in a matter of weeks, gain control, and no longer have to haggle about trading prices, or have to deal with trading partners being lost to the fucking Tobies.

But no. It was wasted. All of it.

And so he sat in his room. He received the message, and gladly agreed to pay the money. Twenty-thousand gil, nearly a third of his income. A secure military com directly to his computer was set up, and the transaction of information for money was completed. He poured over the documents for the next few days, being granted a week of sick days and another of shore leave. For half a month he poured over them, gaining all the knowledge that he could. Then, he put himself on the market. Afterall, knowledge was power, he thought to himself.

A probe wall requires a lot of maintenance. Probes break down, they need to be replaced or repaired. On a routine day, a Tanis-class base will handle fifty or so probes of the million or so that they are assigned to upkeep. Today, one of them went haywire. It spun out of the sector, being sent to its new post, and continued onward toward a little-known shipping route of military goods between the nations of SeaQuest and Hiigara where the Hiigaran Empire dealt its slightly dirtier business. Afterall, Arms manufacturing had been the Hiigaran Empire’s number one comodity for well over two-thousand years (Seariously, look at my NS page, it is).

The Probe sent a simple message, easily identifyable as Hiigaran and even easier to translate at a very weak pulse to keep from being detected by the hyper-sensetive probe wall nearby. It said simply:

Top Secret. Project E is completed. Meet me at the Hydrian probe line for furthur details. I will be there until [time]. Bring money.
Free shepmagans
15-06-2006, 07:01
Excellent. Another. If you guys want, you could have bribed a few of the Diamid members for footage or something. Perhaps, I might even let a member of two of the project even be double agents... Just suggesting ways to thicken the plot.
((OOC sadly I'm Post modern tech, so unless I get permission to melt NS's antartica and have a second impact there's no way my country would be advanced enough for EVAs. Thanks for the offer though. :)))
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 07:11
((OOC sadly I'm Post modern tech, so unless I get permission to melt NS's antartica and have a second impact there's no way my country would be advanced enough for EVAs. Thanks for the offer though. :)))
sigh
okay. If I ever have a PT RP tho, I'll make sure to call ya.
Usea-Jason
15-06-2006, 17:37
(ooc-So I'm guessing this is Future Tech?)
Christopher Thompson
15-06-2006, 19:52
(ooc-So I'm guessing this is Future Tech?)
Yeppers.Also, anyone who is interested (And wants to make posts more than one paragraph long) could stumble upon the probe.
SeaQuest
16-06-2006, 00:24
OOC: Long time no see, CT. As we discussed over TG, I'll probably join in this RP. Expect an IC post from me after 10 pm EST (GMT -5). I'll be home from class then and won't be rushed in making it.

IC: Recently comms had been travelling back and forth between the governments of the Hiigaran and SeaQuestian Empires. In relation to those missives, a SeaQuestian ship, a SeaWolf class advanced tactical cruiser, the SeaWolf herself, was sent carrying co-ordinates that required a hand delivery due to the security around them.

I.S.S. SeaWolf - Main Bridge

"Lord Fujin, are you sure that all these security procautions are needed?"

"Yes, Captain. I happen to agree with the Emperor on this. While a smaller ship could have done this and handed it off to one of the Hiigaran border stations, the SeaWolf was dispatched due to her being one of the more advanced ships available and thus more easily defended if we encounter someone who tries to attack us for one reason or another. There have been reports of pirate (OOC: ie, the Tobari and 'others' you mentioned) activity in the area and the Emperor wanted to ensure that this information," Fujin holds up a PADD, "reaches the Hiigaran governement with as minimal interferance and delay as possible."

"I see. The SeaWolf was sent because she can easily kick the butt of any pirate raider."

"To put it bluntly, yes. I guess you can think of it like that."

Exterior - Thirty minutes later

The sleek form of the SeaWolf (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/ex_small.jpg), similar in appearance to the older SeaQuest class cruisers, which were designed more as science ships than anything else, the SeaWolf class was more of a combat vessel than explorer and she showed it proudly, slipped from a Hyperspatial Window in the dark between star systems. Her photomorphic bio-skin rippled with color and eventually settled on a stealthy space camo design, for now. The plan was to bypass the pirates while stealthed and then switch to the more standard mottled blue when near a Hiigaran border station to let them know they were there.

Main Bridge

"We are picking up a broadcast from the direction of Hiigaran territory," reported the communications officer.

"Can you identify point of origin?"

"Negative. Though, judging from signal strength, its not far, and it would be a fair assesment that its not official. From the sound of it and judging from past experience, I think its something more akin to a non-government approved black market enticement."

"Play it over the bridge speakers."

"Aye, sir."

The message that had been picked up was played aloud for the entire bridge to hear:

Top Secret. Project E is completed. Meet me at the Hydrian probe line for furthur details. I will be there until [time]. Bring money.

"Hmm, interesting. As we're in the area, might as well check it out."

"Agreed, Captain. With our replicators, we can produce many materials considered precious by other nations in bulk."

"One of the benefits of using a credit based system instead of a hard-backed currancy."

"Agreed."

Various orders were given to alter course in direction towards the area indicated in the message, change speed to arrive before the indicated time, and have quantities of the so called precious stones and minerals replicated during the trip. They would pose as possible buyers and later file a report on this incident with the Hiigaran government when they delivered the co-ordinates.
Christopher Thompson
16-06-2006, 06:46
OOC: What a delightfully beautiful post. On other lines, I'm sorry for my late reply. I just watched V for Vendetta a second time at the dollar theater. If you haven't seen it yet, I would highly reccommend it.

Also, anyone else who wishes to get in on this may make their first post soon, and if made well, may continue to do so.

IC:

Leutenant Halverd Kingsren Paktu, or Blink, as he would identify himself tonight, was stationed in his military Interceptor, an icon of the fleet, on an asteroid. His ship was small enough that anyone coming into the sector to meet him would have to visually identify him among the thousands of asteroids in the sector, as any scans would prove only that the Interceptor is small enough to hide on a larger asteroid.

There he made his way, on a midnight patrol, all alone, to ‘get back into the swing of things’, he told the mechanics. Yeah, right. He let the ship down carefully and expertly on a larger asteroid approximately 500 meters from the listed coordinates. And waited.

And waited, and waited. Then he hoped. Then he prayed.

And at long last, his prayers were answered.

A Cruiser came marching by, silently, slowly. It was only because it passed literally right by him that he noticed it, expertly manouvered a mere ten or so meters from his own craft and the asteroid it was safely nestled on. It was also this that told him that it wasn’t a Hiigaran vessel coming for him. No Hiigaran vessel was equipped with a stealth unit, save scouts. And this was indeed no scout. He slowly activated his engines, and lifted off of the asteroid, pulling up by the Cruiser, hailing it. The hail was simple. To anyone not in the know, it would be meaningless. To one who heard the message, it would be very clear.

“So,” he began, “tell me, what do you know of Project E?”
Aralonia
16-06-2006, 06:52
((OOC: Hickory what? Sorry, but right now Aralonia's MT. Though eventually we'll go FT. Could you remove mention of this nation in the 8th or 9th post? Sorry about that.))
Christopher Thompson
16-06-2006, 07:40
((OOC: Hickory what? Sorry, but right now Aralonia's MT. Though eventually we'll go FT. Could you remove mention of this nation in the 8th or 9th post? Sorry about that.))
np. done and done. If you ever go FT tho, lemme know.

EDIT: Also, SQ, skip back to the first page to see my reply.
SeaQuest
16-06-2006, 08:33
Main Bridge

"Hmm, so that's where you were hiding," mused the Captain as the viewscreen switched from showing an overall frontal view to the small ship as its motion independent from an asteroid that scans showed hadn't been part of an collsion to fling anything off in the indicated period.

"Captain," reported the science officer, "that asteroid contains rather large deposits of kelbonite and other sensor distorting minerals. That's why we didn't detect the ship until it moved from the surface."

"Very clever."

"Sir," said the communications officer, "we're recieving a comm signal."

"Play it."

"Aye, sir."

“So,” he began, “tell me, what do you know of Project E?”

"Well," smirked the First Officer, "its time to dust off the acting butts."

"They never were that dusty," replied the Captain in good humor.

The Captain had, on occasion, been in plays with several other ship captains. This had happend often enough, the group was known as the Commanding Playwrights.

Messages

Response:

Only what was contained in the original missive. That it was complete...and to bring money. We've brought instead of currancy, as our money is probably worthless outside of home, precious metals and minerals of various types.

Now, if you don't want what is in our cargo, we'll just be own our way then. It would be a real shame letting those what's inside those cargo pods go to waste. All that gold, silver, and everything else will have to be disposed of elsewhere if you don't want it. Can't exactly return home with cargo holds full of precious materials like this.
Christopher Thompson
16-06-2006, 15:30
Halverd laughed at the thought of him not giving up his information. The money, while he actually did want it, was mostly a ruse. His true intent here was to proliferate knowledge of so blasphemous a project, not to become rich. Although, he thought, two birds with one stone...

He sent back a message:

“No no, no problems with your choice of currency. Now, where shall I dock with you? I’ve also come today unarmed, as a sign of faith. Scan my interceptor if you wish, you’ll find it totally harmless besides decoys and chaf. And of course, extra space is left for packing in a few souveniers from your vessel away. Also, let’s not try to pull any fast ones. A dead Hiigaran navyman is not something a nation just less than half the size of the Hiigaran Empire wants to deal with.” Kingsren had noticed the method of speech, the accent, and it was well spoken, but blatently SeaQuestrian. He had known, he’d done deals with them before in the name of the Empire. This one, he thought silently to himself, just might be his last…
Usea-Jason
16-06-2006, 18:09
(ooc-THis is my 1st FT RP,Usually Im MT/PMT so here I go)
--Two days ago,Planet R-44
The Collony at r-44,One of the most secret bases in the SUSR(Soviet Usean Space Republic) Held all of Usea's Secrets.This is the pride of the UKGB.Yet something happened."Sir,Something on RADAR,a large object,closing in." the 1RIO at the base said."Lauch missles,it can't be that adgile..." As Usean D-34 Missles fired in Vollies.The Intruder was not harmed."It's still comming!Sir?"The naxt attack was Usean ADF-01F FALKEN Moble Armor Variants.They were asonished by the intruder."Sir,"One of the pilots said,"What the hell is this th---"As the Fighters fell,there advance Lasers did nothing to the intuder.It was at the base....And nothing could stop it.The base sent one last report,oddly over unprotected Channels,As it inacted it's final defence."No one will Capture this base!Code 06T!".The Monsterous foe was cought in the middle of a Nuklear blast as the R-44 base self destructed.

--The Last transmission--
This is Kaputsyn Yar Base at collony R-44,We are under attack,being unknown,immune to attacks.Picture inclosed.

Pic-http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/StikerDoomJK/Sachiel.jpg
*Computer note-Picture was taken before invader attacked the main tower)

--Two days latter--
A STA satllite aver flew R-44 in a effort to figure out what caused the explotion.At this time,the Invader is still at the blast site....
SeaQuest
16-06-2006, 21:01
OOC: @Usea-Jason: If it weren't for that picture, I would almost be inclined to think that was an attempt at a thread hijack.

IC: Without a response over comm frequencies, the bow hanger doors on the port side hinged open (OOC: The hanger's the spherical section with the circle in the pic). The forcefield keeping the hanger's atmospheric pressure, while normally invisible to the nakid eye, would flicker the moment the intercepter passed through. Inside the hanger section, Blink would notice various craft either docked with hatches or just sitting on platforms.

A brief, instructive message was transmitted:

You have been cleared to land at platform 3C. Once you have entered the hanger, tractor beams will automattically guide you to the designated spot. Don't fight them as we'll have to explain any damage you may cause.
Christopher Thompson
16-06-2006, 23:52
OOC: Usea-Jason:
I appreciate the post, I really do. I also plan to mobilize the Eva in order to destroy it (mostly as a test not on Hiigaran soil to collect data where the collateral damage is not on our tab, but you know...), however, please make the posts following this one much better in quality. Simple things such as correct spelling (nuclear, not nuklear), spacing after a period, and in my opinion a rushed depiction of the base's doom are very easily corrected by simply reading your own writing. Alternatively, MWord could have corrected nearly all the errors you made in seconds. Please take these tips into account on your sucessive posts not only in this thread, but all over NS. People will appreciate you for it, trust me.

IC:

Hydrian Probe Line

The Interceptor manouvered nimbly into the beam, and was sucked in rather pleasantly by its aura, and pulled gently down, where he landed in the belly of the ship. Well, that takes all the fun out of landing,he thought. "Oh well, time to get this over with."

He cracked the hatch, and stepped-out of the front door. He looked around to the first man that wasn't pointing a gun at him and said, "Hello, you may call me Blink. I'm what you call an informant. And you are...?" He stretched out his hand, waiting for another to grasp it. He was wearing the typical black form-fitting jump-suit of a Hiigaran Officer (Enlisted are blue), with a small PDA tucked under his left arm. Inside it, data that would change the face of the universe forever.

At least, that's what he hoped.

Defense Station Sjet, Hiigaran Controlled Space

Thousands of ships and messages flooded into the Defense Station everyday. Other than Hraal and Sajuuk stations, Sjet handled the third largest ammount of cargo and transmissions in raw numbers everyday. They also handled that largest dollar ammount everyday, a figure they eagerly loomed over every other kiith at the quarter fiscal reports. In any case, a small, weak transmission was passed down the line.

Intercepted at a probe wall, passed onto a Tanis base, heaved over to a gate, and finally thrown to a defense station, this message would be heard by a few key members in the Diamid. Those key members would then propose to send a taskforce to deal with the enemy. That was normal. What was not normal was that the Evangelion, in secret, would also be mobilized for its first ever real combat situation. Miranu and all the staff had trained daily for six years for this day, and now it finally arrived.

A detail of one Agamemnon-class Attack Supercarrier (the Agamemnon herself), two Battlecruisers (Saint and Shield of Kharak), and three Flak Frigates (Battlelust, Black Sword, and the Torpedo Terror) were ordered to report to Defense Station Sjet's Long-Jump Capable Mothership for transportation to battle. Secretly loaded on the Supercarrier was one massive ten-engine transport plane, a small support team, and one giant bio-mechanical beast known simply as Eva-01. The team, estatic that they would finally be able to test their creation, were all stoic that day. Perhaps it weas their vow of secrecy. Perhaps it was nervousness. Perhaps both, but they were all cool, calm and prepared.

They were given their orders, which included that all non-E team (as they were known to all the normal personel on all the other vessels) sensors focused at the ground were to be turned off until the E-team said they could be turned back on, and that this entire mission was never to go public. All personel involved had to sign a piece of paper, and where explained only that it was a matter of National Security.

The Pride of Hiigara announced that she was ready to transport the said vessels to the location, and then, they leapt into the void.

In High Orbit Of Planet R-44

Admiral Canter of the Fifth Offensive Fleet was very suspicious of the "E-team" as he ordered all active sensing systems on all vessels to be shut-down until furthur notice. But he did it anyway. The Flak Frigates' sensors, not being able to reach the planet, however, were kept on medium-power as the entire fleet positioned it's self in High Orbit around Planet R-44. Massive bay doors opened on the Agamemnon, revealing a large, ten-hydrogen-breathing engine plane carrying Eva Unit-01 beneath it as it sprang into the thin, whispy atmosphere, diving for the former UKGB base. They had hailed the base several times before to no avail, and now only the Frigates' active sensors were online, which meant that anyone wanted to communicate with the Hiigaran Empire stationed in the area would have to pull it in nice and close to be heard.

The plane, painted the sky-blue coloration of the Empire, ensignia of the angelic wings unfolding around Hiigara and its single angel moon encased in a halo on its top and bottom, soared ever downward. Many men and women went to see the plane take-off, and looked through observational cameras to see what it was carrying, but to no avail. Whatever it was carrying was beneath the plane.

Damn, the Admiral thought. It would appear that they've already thought of that, he thought to himself.

The plane, termed Gigantic Attack Ultra Heavy Transport 1, or GAUHT-1, moved slowly downward until at last it reached twnety-thousand feet. And what remained of the UKGB base. The enemy, obviously roughly equal in size to Eva and all biological, was just reknewing its attack after the nuclear explosion that had gone off at its feet a few days ago. It slowly lumbered about, taking its time to acess the situation. But it took far too long. GAUHT-1 had already released Eva-01, which had already spread its' AT-Field, and landed precisely on the enemy, taking it to the ground.

As Miranu (the pilot) stood up (as did his Eva), he angled his left shoulder down at the enemy's back, and a chamber in the shoulder quickly opened to reveal what was effectively a six-slug shot-gun at this range. Miranu fired, and long spines soared through the air and into the enemy's back. The creature reared with pain, kicked Miranu off, and stood-up. Miranu quickly did a backward sumersault and landed on his hands, progressive knife already in hand. He held it outward at the enemy, and charged in a fixed position. The monstrosity, seeing the attack coming, put up its own AT-Field. Miranu's blade harmlessly bounced off the phase space. He quickly dropped the blade, and positioned his own hands in the center of the invisible wall, and pulled. He pulled with all his might, until he felt that he could pull no longer. Then he pulled some more. Slowly but surely, the phase space was nuetralized, and as it was broken he did a sweeping kick, sending the enemy crashing to the ground. Then he picked up the prog knife, and rammed home, to what was onbiously its S2 organ. He didn't know how the UKGB base had discovered how to create an organism with one, it had taken his own nation more than seven centuries to unlock such power controllably, but he didn't care. The base here, and the nation funding it said they needed help, and he decided to help his own nation as well. He struck the core, blade cutting into it. He pressed it in home until cracks began to appear. Then the core grew dull, it then shattered. The enemy creature, sensing its own demise, quickly liquified its own body, surrounded Unit-01, and used what energy was left to self-destruct.

The nuclear blast that the creature had earlier experienced was a drop in the pan by comparison to this monster's S2 drive going critical. The first layer of armor was heavily damaged, but other than some localized damage, everything was in good working order. Later, officials would report that N2 charges were dropped in accordance with the nations' wishes to destroy the surrounding area, and that these charges also knocked the planet off its own axis, shortening its days by five minutes and its year by one week.

Eva-01 Stood upright, disengaged its progressive knife, re-put it into the right shoulder, and ran up to the plane. He jumped, catching two large hand-holds on the base of the plane. The plane stabilized, and he pulled himself upward and re-connected with the plane.

"Good Job Miranu, let's RTB."

Eight minutes had gone by.

The GAUHT went back into the arms of the Agamemnon two hours later, and a message was sent to the Usea-Jaonian government:

Reply answered. Enemy on Planet R-44 has been destroyed. Entirely. All facilities down before our arrival. We need to talk. Now.

(You don't know how many times I had to erase Angel and Replace it with enemy or something as I was writing. Force of habit. BTW, Usea-Jason, props for using AceCombat planes, I do as well. And...uh. Yeah, consider this an IC favor to learn about what the hell your country was doing ICly.)
SeaQuest
17-06-2006, 01:22
*Snip*
Hydrian Probe Line

The Interceptor manouvered nimbly into the beam, and was sucked in rather pleasantly by its aura, and pulled gently down, where he landed in the belly of the ship. Well, that takes all the fun out of landing,he thought. "Oh well, time to get this over with."

He cracked the hatch, and stepped-out of the front door. He looked around to the first man that wasn't pointing a gun at him and said, "Hello, you may call me Blink. I'm what you call an informant. And you are...?" He stretched out his hand, waiting for another to grasp it. He was wearing the typical black form-fitting jump-suit of a Hiigaran Officer (Enlisted are blue), with a small PDA tucked under his left arm. Inside it, data that would change the face of the universe forever.

At least, that's what he hoped.

"In our line of work," replied an officer in a black leather uniform withoug any embellishments or obvious rank indicators (OOC: Picture the DS9 era Section 31 outfits), "Names can be dangerous information. Though, if you must call me something, call Mr. E. I'm sure you can figure out the meaning of that on your own."

Mr. E held up a hand and gestured. A group of similarly dressed officers pushed anti-grav platfroms with color coded cargo containers (OOC: Picture the TNG era cargo containers for design) on them.

Mr. E pointed to a blue one and ordered, "Open it."

One of the others pryed off the black lid of the drum. Inside was an assortment of various gems that were considered rare in various parts of the universe. Mr. E walked over and scooped up a handful.

"In here," he said as he let the gems filter back into the container, "are diamends, rubies, saphires, topaz, opals, and various other gems."

He turned his hand and let the last of the stones drop on top of the others. At a nod, the lid was put back onto the container.

"Blue ones contain assorted gems, green ones contain silver, and red ones contain gold. There are six blues, three green, and five red."
Usea-Jason
17-06-2006, 02:52
(ooc-A few things,First,I can't type well,and my computer dose not have spell check.Second Most things I post are spure of the moment.Third,I didn't realise you would post soo much soo fast,I was going to have the Usean Space force have there atempt at the mosnter.As for the Angel,Usea never made it,it just appered,and the UKGB base was cought off gaurd and low staffed.Sorry for the troble.I will have a IC post tomorrow posibly.)
Christopher Thompson
17-06-2006, 03:27
OOC: Usea-Jason:
It's okay, I'm just trying to help you. Now, about my message to your nation, my nation is obviously concerned that someone has tapped into the potential of an S2 drive, and they simply want to clear things up. No big deal, 'k? Alternatively, if the Angel (we'll have to find out how to get that terminology in there) did just randomly show up, then that could also be interesting in that other angels could randomly show up at other parts of the universe. Just reply ICly with some envoy of diplomats and we'll work this out. Just relax and stop taking it all too seariously. It's not like it's YOU on the line.

Perhaps the ships you were going to send to volley at the angel could help explain the situation when they arrive anytime now?
EDIT: EVERYTHING I POST IS ALSO SPUR OF THE MOMENT, I JUST TAKE THE TIME TO DO IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME. YOU CAN TOO. ON A SIDE NOTE, CAPS LOCK IS FUN!
IC:

"Mr. E, eh?" Blink said sarcastically. "Fine. I can live with that." He looked at the precious stones as the cases were opened. "Excellent. Have your men load them into the missile cylinders of the Interceptor. Oh wait..." he reached down into his pocket, and pressed a button on a small control. The missile cylinders -- two of them -- popped-out from the underwing aft and starboard. Normally, these would each hold six missiles, but today they were empty. Blink looked at the men by the boxes and said, "Now get to it, if you please."

He then turned his attention to Mr. E. "In this PDA," he waved it tantalizingly in front of his face, "there contains several documents that have been being researched laboriously and secretly for the last several hundred years. I have information pertaining to the begining of the project all the way up to the experiments, the prototypes, test models, and now, the first production model, which if my sources are acurate -- and they are -- just saw live combat a few hours ago. It is now on its way back home on the Agamemnon, after they deal with the local government, of course."

"While this document contains the personal notes of several developers and engineers over the past few hundred years, it does not, however, contain much raw data, so any hopes of re-creating this blaspheming monstrosity cannot be made with this information alone, sadly." Interestingly enough, Blink showed no expression of sadness on his face. The less Evas, the better, he thought.

"When your men begin loading the payment, I will hand over the documents. But for now, let's go somewhere a bit more private and have a chat to break the ice, shall we?" He gestured to what he surmised was the main door exiting this hanger and connecting to the interior of the ship.
SeaQuest
17-06-2006, 19:43
Mr. E raised an eyebrow at the bossiness this 'Blink' was showing. He wasn't even part of the chain-of-command on the ship and he was acting like he ran the place.

"Depending on the length of the missiles normally carried," he said, "You would only be able to take six containers. There are fourteen in total? What do you want to do with the ones that don't fit?"

Mr. E raised a hand and gestured. The others started loading the six blue containers of gems into the tubes.

"And," he added, "on my own ship, I don't take kindly to being ordered around by one who is not my superior in the chain-of-command."

He tried to keep his thoughts on the matter at hand so, in case this 'Blink' was telepathic, he wouldn't pick up anything he shouldn't. Like the fact that it was standard procedure to record everything in the hanger and near-by areas due to security procautions.

"Actually," Mr. E said, "That door is a fake, a decoy. It leads nowhere. Its intended to be used if the ship ever gets invaded through the hanger. The boarders think that's the way in and work on trying to open it. By the time they realize the truth, its usually too late for them to do anything about it.

"As for somewhere more private, there is the control booth."

He points towards a non-descript, circular hatch that could easily be lost amoungst the other air-locks.
Christopher Thompson
18-06-2006, 03:03
"Hmm," Blink thought out loud, "then simply load up the six most valuable crates. That should be enough." He looked back at the men to make sure that they were making progress. The various cameras on his Interceptor would record their actions, and the on-board semi-sentient AI would declare wheather or not anything tricky was being done. In the mean-time, he looked at the rather plain looking door.

"Very good. I applaud your high command. Had I ordered my men to invade this ship, I would have thought so. Of course," he added, "that's also probably why I'm not a Marine."

They walked through the door, passed through the security, and he found a place to sit.

"Now, before I tell you anything more, and before I hand over the PDA, first off, and I don't think I need to say this, but you don't know me. You did not see me. If you have recordings of any of this, I ask you to erase them, or if for insurance, than never show them to anyone unless you absolutely have to."

"Second, this information is top secret. Most military and government officials don't even know about this, and people who don't need to know that do find out usually tend to die in their sleep. Catch my drift? The Empire usually does not condone such actions, but the Operational Security on this has been air tight for over eight-hundred years. And they have every intention on keeping it that way."

"And lastly, I need to know what you, and possibly your government -- if you believe you can predict such actions -- might do with this information."
SeaQuest
18-06-2006, 09:33
OOC: Ehh, it was more of a sub style hatch with a ladder going up into the room, but meh.

IC: Mr. E replied, "If you couldn't tell from the lack of any type of identifiers on our uniforms, we don't exactly operate on the level. As the old saying goes, we work under the radar.

"As for your fear of us showing the recordings to someone outside our 'organization', then you can put your mind at ease. Technically, and officially, we don't exist and neither does this ship. I trust you can catch the drift of what that implies."

He pressed a few buttons on the console. A small display came to life showing a magnified view of the last of the six blue containers of gems into the launchers. The red and green ones of gold and silver could be seen sitting to the side.

"The gems have been loaded," he continued, "the gold and silver can be left somewhere safe for you to pick up later, if you want.

"As for what my organization might due with the information, well, lets just say their mandate is to do what they think is best for the empire no matter the cost. More of a ends justifing the means type thinking than anything. So, I can honestly say I don't know what they would do with it. Other than the fact they will study the details extensively and adapt what they can for their own uses. I wouldn't be surprised if some items on that, what did you call it, a PDA, showed up on vessels built and operated by the organization. Pretty much what the official Imperial governement would do, I believe, if they managed to obtain it."

Mr. E knew that the ship's bio-neural gel packs would have been more valuable than the trinkets in the cargo containers, but they were damn expensive and not an option to use in this barter situation anymore than the secrets of the ship's other organic components.
Christopher Thompson
18-06-2006, 11:54
"I see." Blink thought for a moment, then looked back up at Mr. E. "Well, then, that shall be sufficient. I think that I should be on my way now."

He shook hands with Mr. E, gave him the PDA, and went down the ladder and opened the door to find everything in order. He began to move to his ship, and requested that they all have a good day as he left. He got in, and reviewed the recordings. Finding nothing overtly suspicious, he powered the rest of the Interceptor up, and asked for clearance to leave the ship.

The one thing he did reflect on, however, was the simple brilliance of his own insurance. The PDA its self was authentic; it contained all the data. And a little of his own that he added. Stuck in here and there, a tracking program would slowly begin to manifest it's self, and if the PDA was not destroyed, begin to call home every now and then. If the data was copied onto another computer or device, which he most-likely presumed that it would, it would happen there as well. If this ship betrayed him, he could reveal to his own government who had the information.

And I must say, that was perhaps the most bloody insurance of all. Revenge Insurance. Because he knew that eight-hundred years of operational security would not be overlooked, especially for a vessel that was corporation based. And especially in the hands of foreigners.
SeaQuest
18-06-2006, 19:52
After Blink's ship had left the hanger and the doors had hinged shut, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"I wonder how Intelligence handles wearing these things," mumbled the ship's first officer, Commander Kathy Oltion, as she slipped off to change into her more comfortable duty uniform.

"Ehh," said Mr. E, who was in reality Captain Jerry Oltion, "we didn't exactly have time to replicate fully accurate outifts," he took the top half of his fake Intelligence uniform and slipped on a standard naval duty uniform's undershirt from a group of clothes hidden in one of the few shuttles used for that purpose.

He tossed the PDA to an Lieutenant now out of the phony Intelligence outfit he had been wearing and back into his standard duty uniform that marked him as part of the ship's security personnel.

"Have that checked for any surprises," Oltion ordered, "in both hardware and software."

He climbed back into the control booth and pressed the controls that would connect him to the bridge.

"Put the ship back on our original course," he ordered to the image of the Tactical Officer, "we have a redouvus(sp?) to keep with that Hiigaran governement ship regarding the co-ordinates."

"Aye, sir," came the reply before the screen blacked out.

Oltion sighed and leaned back in a chair.

"Quite the eventful day," he though quietly to himself, "Guess we'll have to let them know what we stumbled on here today," he snorted, "We'll have to put the mass left behind in the gold and silver that 'Blink' didn't take with the gems back into the replicator system."

The SeaWolf smoothly made the transition into another Hyperspatial Window en route to the pre-arranged meeting place.

Fluid Time Later

The SeaWolf slipped out of the exit Window back into Real Space.

Bridge

"We have arrived, Lord Fujin."

"Good. Status on the PDA?"

"Scans of the hardware revealed no hidden devices we could detect. The ship's AI is running a check on the software now. Should be done momentarily. She's going through each and every line of code."

"Very thorough. But, in a situation like this, I guess something like that is called for."

"Now we wait."

"Yes, that's all we can do, for now. Apparently we arrived before our counterparts."

"The Empire's going through a hell of a lot of trouble to hand deliver a simple set of co-ordinates."

"True, but these co-ordinates are to a place that can't be known about by the universe proper just yet. Thus, the Emperor deemed it would be more secure if it was hand delivered instead of transmitted through countless parsecs where it could be intercepted."

"Good point."
Christopher Thompson
19-06-2006, 08:13
Rendevous Point, Neutral Space

The Hiigaran Destroyer (http://www.freewebs.com/spacenavy/hw2-destroyers02.jpg) Liliputian dropped out of hyperspace along with her escorts the Maltese and Geisha, two Flak Frigates (http://www.freewebs.com/spacenavy/hw2-hiiflak.jpg). The two Flak Frigates were on each flank of the destroyer as she hailed the Seawolf. The Destroyer looked like it had taken very light damage on its broadside, a little scraping of paint here and there.

“This is the Hiigaran Destroyer Liliputian hailing SeaQuestrian vessel Seawolf. We have arrived at the coordinates, albeit a bit late. Forgive out tardiness, but we had to mop up a Tobarian Assault Frigate that was giving our boarder patrols some stiff resistance. Now, you requested our attendance here first I believe, so I’ll let you handle the procedure.”

With that, the ball was now in the SeaQuestrian court.
SeaQuest
19-06-2006, 21:44
Messages

Response:

Acknowledged and understood. We could have been the second ones to arrive ourselves as we got a little side-tracked along the way, but we took care of that in a reasonable amount of time. Of course, that brings up a new matter we need to discuss face-to-face. No telling who is listening in.

Exterior

A standard Trident II class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/sealaunch.jpg) executive shuttle, better known by its official name of SeaLaunch II class executive shuttle (OOC: Originaly I had the Tridant I and II shuttles, but I just realized I also had a cap ship class called Trident), launched from the hanger of the SeaWolf. Aboard, Lord Fujin had the PDA originally posessed by Blink. The A.I. had noted the code for the beacon program while checking for virus's and had buffered the lines of code around it as part of the virus check. Thus, the A.I. had a copy of the Project E tucked away in her memory banks that would most likely be erased if it wasn't moved to more permament storage the next time she used the buffer to check some softward.

A short, simple message was transmitted from the shuttle to the lead Hiigaran ship requesting clearance to land or dock, depending on the ship's design and if she had a hanger bay or not.

OOC: Checking via lines of code may take some time, but its still the most effecient form of checking the software aspect. Hell, you can even use lines of code to know what key strokes were entered.
Christopher Thompson
20-06-2006, 05:48
Liliputian, Bridge

"Sir,” the comms officer said, “we’re receiving a hail from a small vessel leaving the Seawolf, requesting landing clarance.”

“Alright,” Captain Alvert Brigadoon Sobaan said. “Give them clearance to dock on the second port exterior docking station. Let’s get down there, Gentlemen.”

Moments Later

Port Side Docking Station Number Two

Captain Alvert Brigadoon Sobaan, also a mover and a shaker in the Intellegence Beareu, moved down to the docking station as the small craft made a soft link with the Destroyer. A small detail of five naked Marines were positioned around him as the doors opened, and men stepped out (Naked refering that they had no Landmates on at the moment. They’re still regular Space Marines, though). Captain Alvert Brigadoon Sobaan shook the hand of the SeaQuestrian man who was obviously in charge, and introduced himself. Then, he got right to business.

“Alright Gentlemen, I am to understand that there are some interesting coordinates in that device you have there?” he said, pointing at the object in the SeaQuestrian mans’ hands. “Let’s take care of that first.”
SeaQuest
20-06-2006, 07:42
Exterior

The shuttle docked its side hatch to the designated docking station. There was a soft thud as the locking clamps engaged and a whir as the air-lock doors opened.

Liliputian - Port Side Docking Station Number Two

"Actually," said Lord Fujin (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/Fujin_Armageddon.png), "I think it would be best if we discussed a breach in your national security we discovered while en route here. That was the delay we mentioned in our earlier message," he pulled out the PDA from 'Blink' from its place at the back of his belt, "this contains info that we were able to obtain about some secret goverment project. As I don't know the clearance levels of you or your men, I won't be going into details. Lets just say, from the secrecy, I doubt many would have the required clearance," he paused for breath, "While I don't know if the being we got this from made other copies, I doubt it," he returned the PDA to its original place at his belt, "so, until I can meet someone with the required clearance, I'm afraid I'll have to keep it with me.

"As for the co-ordinates we originally came here to deliver, here you go," he hands over the PADD, "that contains the co-ordinates, a few maps, and some other relevant information."
Christopher Thompson
20-06-2006, 19:14
Port Side Docking Station Number Two

He took the PADD from him, and tucked it away inside his coat. Then he glanced out at his men. “Men, move out. Return to your stations.”

“But sir,” one soldier started.

“No. I want you back at your posts now. If they try anything I can take care of it myself. Also,” he shouted upwards at the ceiling, “I want all of the cameras turned off immediately!” He waited for several seconds, and then proceeded. “Alright, this is now a secure room. And,” he said as he pulled out a small card from his pocket, “as you can read, I am cleared for Black data. There is not a classification higher within the government. Actually, black classification doesn’t officially exist. Now, what is it that you’ve got. Also, if any of these men here haven’t heard or seen anything, I’d prefer it if they’d get back on that little vessel of yours right now.”
Usea-Jason
20-06-2006, 21:38
--Message to the Leaders of Christopher Thompson--
(If there is a better name,let me know)

TO the Leader of your government,We appreciate what you did in protecting R-44,Yet there is one fact that is to be maid Clear,That Colony is a Usean State Secret.We have sent a counter wave to negate the distresses call,yet you must move all forces away,as there are a Undisclosed number of other bases in the area.We hope you understand.

Supreme Soviet Unifyed Jason Mikoyan 5th,Leader of the Soviet Republic of Usea.

--R-44--
"Sir,This looks like a reack.Are you sure we are going to find anything here?"A officer with a NBC suit asked."We'll know once we find it,like this,"Steeping in a relatively big puddle of blood,"This we should report to Tselinoyarsk."

(ooc-There are three main bases on R-44,Kaputsin Yar,Tselinoyarsk,and the recent 00-Section.Kaputsin yar,the training facility was the one that was hit.)
SeaQuest
21-06-2006, 02:30
Liliputian - Port Side Docking Station Number Two

Fujin nodded at the two guards behind him. They ducked back into the shuttle and closed the hatch.

When the SeaQuestian and the Hiigaran were alone, he started speaking.

"This PDA, I believe you call them," he once again removed the device in question from his belt, "contains information on something known simply as 'Project E'. Due to the suspicious nature of the transaction, we had our ship's A.I. run a scan of the hardware and software to check for any hidden devices or malicious programs. The hardware came up clean, but a beacon program was found in the software."

Meanwhile...

The A.I. aboard the SeaWolf had grown bored with sitting around waiting. So, she had moved the buffered info from Blink's PDA to more permament memory so she could study it to find out what all the fuss was about while clearing up her memory buffer. If it was nothing, she would just file it away. She, like most SeaQuestian A.I.s tended to have a pack-rat like nature and rarely got rid of anything of potential value.
Christopher Thompson
21-06-2006, 03:35
OOC: There is a better name, the Hiigaran Empire.

IC:
High Orbit Around Planet R-44OOC: There is a better name, the Hiigaran Empire.

IC:
[B]High Orbit Around Planet R-44

“Alright ladies,” the Admiral said, “we’ve been asked by the local government to pack it up. Let’s get underway back home.”

The small provisional fleet mopped-up their local patrols, powered up their drives, and left the area. Secretly, the Eva was taken back to JOSPE HQ, and the mission was labeled as Top Secret, never having occurred.

Port Side Docking Station Number Two

“What?!” Brigadoon said loudly as he reactionarily quick-drew his pistol and raised it at Lord Fujin. About three-quarters of the way up he stopped, tossing it to the side on the ground. “Sorry,” he said rather flabergasted, “but you’re not supposed to know about that. Actually, I have a written order to kill anyone who doesn’t need to know about Project E that does. But, as you can see,” he motioned to the pistol about five feet away from him on the ground, “I have chosen to temporarily ignore it.”

He started again, “Alright.” He put his hand on his forehead, trying to think of ways that the situation could get any worse, and how to solve the current one. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I need to know who or what knows this information. If it’s on a computer, it needs to be erased, and the drives that it is on need to be destroyed. If people know it, then they – yourself included – need to come with me. Immediately.” He looked at Lord Fujin directly in the eyes when he said that. “Unless, of course, you’d rather be hunted down by a tracking fleet, be killed, and possibly start a war.”

“Once we get you planet-side, which will be no small accomplishment, you’ll need to come before a special committee, tell them what you know, sign some papers saying you’ll never share that knowledge, and then you’ll more than likely be released, seeing as you’re a foreign commander with political and diplomatic weight in your own nation. Now, let’s get the first part over with. Who and what knows, what is this information on, and how much do you and they know?”
SeaQuest
21-06-2006, 03:48
*Snip*
Port Side Docking Station Number Two

“What?!” Brigadoon said loudly as he reactionarily quick-drew his pistol and raised it at Lord Fujin. About three-quarters of the way up he stopped, tossing it to the side on the ground. “Sorry,” he said rather flabergasted, “but you’re not supposed to know about that. Actually, I have a written order to kill anyone who doesn’t need to know about Project E that does. But, as you can see,” he motioned to the pistol about five feet away from him on the ground, “I have chosen to temporarily ignore it.”

He started again, “Alright.” He put his hand on his forehead, trying to think of ways that the situation could get any worse, and how to solve the current one. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I need to know who or what knows this information. If it’s on a computer, it needs to be erased, and the drives that it is on need to be destroyed. If people know it, then they – yourself included – need to come with me. Immediately.” He looked at Lord Fujin directly in the eyes when he said that. “Unless, of course, you’d rather be hunted down by a tracking fleet, be killed, and possibly start a war.”

“Once we get you planet-side, which will be no small accomplishment, you’ll need to come before a special committee, tell them what you know, sign some papers saying you’ll never share that knowledge, and then you’ll more than likely be released, seeing as you’re a foreign commander with political and diplomatic weight in your own nation. Now, let’s get the first part over with. Who and what knows, what is this information on, and how much do you and they know?”

Fujin raised an eyebrow at the drawing of the weapon, but kept his cool and didn't raise his defenses.

"A few members of the crew know the name of this project, but that is mainly due to the message we picked up that brought us to the location specified," he replied, "as for the info on this thing, our ship's A.I. went through the lines of code while checking the software. If I recall correctly, that process utilizes the buffer system which is whiped periodically as the A.I. uses it pretty much whenever she does something. As for this," he flips the PDA in his hand and catches it, "I never had any intent of keeping it."

Fujin places the device on the floor and rolls (OOC: Going by your description of it in the TG) it over.

"Due to the situation we obtained that device," he says as he stands up, "only the ship's A.I. has buffered what's on it during the software scan. But, like I said, its probably already been whiped from the buffer automattically. She only just finished the software scan a minute or two before your ships arrived. Though, the recordings we have of the transaction, which we have due to it taking place in our hanger, are free for you to examine. Not many people have the authorization required to have one of our A.I.s delete data and I saw no reason to erase possibly beneficial information from the core.

"As for this tracking fleet, well, we did bring this to your attention prior to anything else, as you may recall."
Christopher Thompson
21-06-2006, 05:32
Port Side Docking Station Number Two

"I'm well aware of that," he said, "but over two-hundred people have been murdered in the pursuit of keeping this unknown. Approximately twenty of them came forward with their knowledge to the government. If you were a citizen of the Empire, you'd be in a body bag right now."

"As per the AI on your ship, we'll need confirmation of that. Most likely, you'll end up having to back up core data that you need, and be forced to erase everything else, and then put that essential data back onto the drives. I would request that you humble yourself and bring your entire ship and crew with us after we finish this conversation. But first, please show me the tapes of this transaction."
SeaQuest
21-06-2006, 08:58
"Slight problem with that," replied Fujin, "the computers are partly organic in nature in places and a correctly equipped drydock facility will be needed to do what you ask in regards to the A.I.. There's also the problem of the 'holographic' style of memory storage. There is no one place that contains a specific piece of information but parts exist through the entire system. Quite similar to the organic brain, in fact, if you follow some theories.

"Other than that, I don't see any problems, just as long as no one tries to kill us, things should go fine.

"As for the recordings, which include more than just video, as that technology is more than just a little out-of-date. So, I can provide you with height, weight, cellular age, gender, stress level, and many other things as well as the standard audio/visual form.

"Hell, if we go back and look carefully in the control booth, we could probably even get you a D.N.A. sample and genetic profile from the skin cells that sloughed off naturally, or maybe even an errant strand of hair. The ship's A.I. can then use that genetic sample to extrapolate and generate a three-dimensional holographic representation of the source of said material."
Christopher Thompson
21-06-2006, 23:10
"I see," he said. "Then, we'll eventually have to facilitate that. But first, let's find out who got you into this mess. If he's Hiigaran, we need to find him. If he's Tobarian or something else, we'll need to hunt him down. Now, let's get over to your ship and review that data."
Usea-Jason
22-06-2006, 01:56
--R-44--
"Hey,It looks like Blood,Is it your blood?"The Scientist said."NO! It's not my blood,If it were my blood,I'd say 'Help help someone,I ran out of blood,somebody get me more blood!"the Officer retorted."Now,now, This is the blood of a magnificent and terrible weapon.And If we can,Our orders are to attempt to replicate it.All the information is on drive.We also have rumors that The Monster that Destroyed Kaputsin Yar is related to the Hiigaran Weapon.So we are here to figure out why this blood is here and if it can make another Hiigaran."Lead Scientist Dr. Liang Zhuge anounced.Being the lead did have it's perks." For now on,this Project is to be known as.....Project Gehirn.That is all."

--Mirage Colliod Barrier--
As the Hiigaran Ships Left,A group of Satellite Moved back in a formation.As they did,Parts of the Planet Started to Disappear from Sight and RADAR.Before it was covered,Some Hiigaran crew members could see Usean Crews Crawling all over the battle site....
SeaQuest
22-06-2006, 02:18
"I see," he said. "Then, we'll eventually have to facilitate that. But first, let's find out who got you into this mess. If he's Hiigaran, we need to find him. If he's Tobarian or something else, we'll need to hunt him down. Now, let's get over to your ship and review that data."

Fujin nodded and replied, "Do you want to take the shuttle I came in or one of your own? If you wish for collateral, I can have the guards that came with me remain behind here."
Christopher Thompson
22-06-2006, 03:00
JOSPE HQ, Hiigara

The entire staff at HQ was up in arms about actual combat data, already, the data was being put into production methods, and new concepts of what the Evas could fight was being toosed around. The Intellegence Beareu also decided to keep close tabs on planet R-44 and its government, making sure that if they did make anything out of this, the Hiigaran government would hopefully be aware of it.

Liliputian

"No, that's not necessary. I believe that our cannon fire and the mutual understanding that neither of us want to start a war is sufficient collateral. But we need to start this process now. The sooner I submit all of your help, and make a case for you before the Diamid, the easier it will be to ensure you and your hands' safe release. Please, let's be quick."
SeaQuest
23-06-2006, 07:48
*Snip*
Liliputian

"No, that's not necessary. I believe that our cannon fire and the mutual understanding that neither of us want to start a war is sufficient collateral. But we need to start this process now. The sooner I submit all of your help, and make a case for you before the Diamid, the easier it will be to ensure you and your hands' safe release. Please, let's be quick."

OOC: Sorry about the late reply. Almost forgot about this thread.

IC: Fujin raised an eyebrow and replied, "That's all well and good, but you never answered my original question. My shuttle, or one of your own?"
Christopher Thompson
23-06-2006, 13:25
"Your shuttle shall be fine," he replied.

Back at home, construction had begun on the second and third Evangelions. Their projected finish was next year.
Usea-Jason
23-06-2006, 14:32
--R-44--
Project Gehirn Was ahead of scedual.Manny small Genetic experiments culminated in a Creature that was almost similar to the Hiigaran on a simulated level,yet not in a physical one.There small scale test show that it is possible to recreate the Hiigaran with Project Gehirn.Yet Lead Scientist Dr. Liang Zhuge still had concerns."if this is to be Bio mechanical,then what happens if we lose control...As the new report came,and the bandwidth of Tselinoyarsk was showed by a little bit...Not too much of a problem.

--Mirage Colliod Barrier--
The Satellites that made up the MCB still were active,yet one was twitching...
SeaQuest
25-06-2006, 08:17
"Your shuttle shall be fine," he replied.

Back at home, construction had begun on the second and third Evangelions. Their projected finish was next year.

Fujin nodded and knocked on the hatch. The Marines on the inside opened it to allow the two officers inside. The spartan interior, basically two benches, one on each side, in the main section with some hand-holds elsewhere connected directly to the air-lock and up a small ladder to the cockpit section, showed how such a small craft was able to carry so much.

Gesturing at a free seat, Fujin said, "Feel free to sit down. I'll head up to the cockpit to see about getting us clearance to launch."