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Sparks showered the bridge as the ship was hit again.

"Hull breached in Chamber 12! Doors failed to close! We're venting! Oxygen at 39%!"
"Foreward lasers offline! Torpedo Bays 3-5 self-discarged!"

The captain looked at his dying ship. The enemy had taken them by surprise, and there was nothing they could do about it. Except...

"Engines full power! Directly towords the enemy vessel!"

"But captain!"

"Do what I said! Then get to the shuttle!"

The crippled ship moved towords the enemy, accelerating as it closed. As the enemy vessel grew in the foreward viewscreen, the captain simply muttered, "See you in hell you bastards" then there was impact.

A blinding flash lit up the sky across the planet below. As debris fell to the surface, it looked like there were thousands of shooting stars falling to earth.

Onboard Emergency Shuttle
"We've been hit by debris! Stabalising thrusters are gone! We're going to crash!" The surface rushed up at them at a dizzying speed. Larger and larger it grew, until it blotted out all else.


...then, impact. Blackness...

Western Cravan
Cravanian Aerial Defence and Detection Center

"Sir, unknown target on scopes. Making reentry, projected course pins it over Sapin."

The colonel on duty that night, a gruff old man who would rather spend his nights at home, bent over the young technician's shoulder and looked at the radar screen intentively. He scratched his head quizzically, and traced his finger along its course.

"That'll put it about fifty miles outside Marcalla on its current course... Assuming it follows through in a line. Contact Marcalla AFB and have them lob a squadron into the air to investigate. And keep a close eye on it."
"Yes, sir."

The young technician grabbed a phone next to his station, and quickly dialed a three digit code.

"Marcalla AFB, this is CADDC ordering a squadron sent on immediate intercept on unknown target bearing down on heading alpha-zero-niner-two-five. Repeat, ordering immediate squadron scramble to intercept object on heading alpha-zero-niner-two-five. Copy?"
"We copy that, CADDC. Marcalla out.", came through the reciever.

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Somewhere over Sapin, Cravan
Espada Squadron

"Lead, Macarena. I'm picking it up on my scopes."
"Copy that, two. Espada squadron, on my wing. Finger four. Flights one and two assume formation."

The eight Ravens of Espada ripped through the night sky at blinding speed, their afterburners glimmering in the distance. They cut through the clouds like a blade, zeroing in on their target and watching as the flaming object soared past them towards the ground.

"Whoah!"
"What the fuck?"
"Espada, form up and follow that thing down! Watch out for any suspicious activity from it!"
"Copy that, Lead. Trailing it."

They spun around and followed the object down, watching as it hit the Earth with enough force to create a fair-sized crater. Smoke rose from the wreckage, the surface of it glowing since it had made entry. Of course the pilots could not see this, they could only see the smoke billowing.

"Call command. Tell them to dispatch a ground unit. We'll keep watch until further notice."
"Copy that, Lead. Assuming hold position over the target area."

They roared through the night sky, awaiting the arrival of the Imperial Army to find out just what had landed in Sapin that night...

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Sparks showered the bridge as the ship was hit again.

"Hull breached in Chamber 12! Doors failed to close! We're venting! Oxygen at 39%!"
"Foreward lasers offline! Torpedo Bays 3-5 self-discarged!"

The captain looked at his dying ship. The enemy had taken them by surprise, and there was nothing they could do about it. Except...

"Engines full power! Directly towords the enemy vessel!"

"But captain!"

"Do what I said! Then get to the shuttle!"

The crippled ship moved towords the enemy, accelerating as it closed. As the enemy vessel grew in the foreward viewscreen, the captain simply muttered, "See you in hell you bastards" then there was impact.

A blinding flash lit up the sky across the planet below. As debris fell to the surface, it looked like there were thousands of shooting stars falling to earth.

Onboard Emergency Shuttle
"We've been hit by debris! Stabalising thrusters are gone! We're going to crash!" The surface rushed up at them at a dizzying speed. Larger and larger it grew, until it blotted out all else.


...then, impact. Blackness...




Aboard the U.T.S. Lexington ... the ship rocked hard as all five of the enemy photon torpedo's hit the drive section of the ship. Throwing some members of the bridge crew off there feet.

Bridge to engineering," Commander Shultz what is our condition? " asked Captain Brian Worthington.

" Captain! ... we are receiving damage reports from alll over the drive section of the ship sir, those last five enemy torpedo's damaged our warp nacelles and took out all but our forward shields ... we have fifteen minutes until the warp core go's critical! " answers Commander Shultz.

" Eject the core now! " ordered the Captain.

" Sorry sir the core ejection controls are offline! " answered Nicolle Shultz.

" Ok Thanks Chief ... I have started the countdown to saucer separation. Get your people out of there and into the saucer section
on the double! You have five minutes until saucer separation! " said the Captain.

" Aye Sir " answered Commander Shultz.

" McNaughten open a intercom channel ... ordered the Captain.

"Aye Sir, channel open,answered Stephanie McNaughten after scrambling to her feet and back to the communications console.

"' This is the Captain ... this is not a drill ... abandon the drive section ...five minutes until saucer separation. "announces the Captain.

( After hearing the Captains announcement the crew starts moving quickly but orderly towards the saucer section )

" Lt. Vincent ready my Yacht, we will follow the saucer section down just in case. " ordered the Captain.

" Aye Sir " answered Lt. Carla Vincent as she picked herself up off of the forward bridge deck.

" Number one you have the con," orders the Captain as he starts his decent to his Yacht waiting in it's docking bay below the bridge.

" Aye Sir " answers Commander Vana Gerard.

( Five minute's later the Captains Yacht manuevers away from the saucer section which has just separated from the doomed drive section )

Aboard the saucer section ...

" Commander! ... the enemy ship is moving towards us, accelerating as it closes! " warns Lt. Commander Ali Johnston.

" Hard to starboard, full impulse now! " orders Commander Vana Gerard.

( As the saucer section streaks away under full impulse in a desparate attempt to evade the enemy ship bearing down on the drive section the Captain assists in their escape. )

Aboard the Captains Yacht ...

the Captain sees the swiftly accelerating enemy ship closing on the drive section with the saucer section attempting to evade the enemy ships
kamikazi run. 'Damn they aren't going to make it without some help' reasons Captain Worthington. Immmediately he activates the Yacht's tractor beams and targets the saucer section, then engages full impulse causing the two ships to streak away from the coming destruction.

( As a result the enemy ship passes underneath the saucer section and collides headon with the drive section about the same time as the warp core go's critical and explodes with the force of a antimatter explosion which rocks both the saucer section and the Yacht but leaves them a little shinged, but still alive and functional. Unforunately the wreakage from the collision quickly starts falling into the planets atmosphere. Capt. Worthington then scans for and picks up the enemy shuttle falling into the planets atmosphere. Unforunately they are to far into the atmosphere for him to attempt a rescue of the shuttle itself, the Yacht would burn up in the atmosphere before he could reach them. Beyond that he also sees that alien military air units are converging on the shuttles cooridates.)


" Captain to saucer section ... activate your cloaking device and set landing coordinates for the hidden mountain valley, you can hide the ship in the lake. This planet is similiar to earth in the early 2000's time period, so we must at least try to avoid detection as much as possible." orders the Captain as activates the Yacht's cloaking device and steers the Yacht to follow the Saucer down.

" Aye Sir " answers Commander Vana Gerard aboard the saucer section.

Eastern Koramerica
Koramerica Aero Defence, Detection & Operations Center

" Sir, I have one small unknown target entering the atmosphere from space, it's projected course will bring it down over Sapin, Cravan. As well as four other unknown targets, three larger and another smaller one in space directly above us." announces Sargent Matthew Houston.

The duty officer, a middle aged man who had made it clear in the past that he didn't believe in UFO's even though there was quite a few people who claimed to have seen them rushed over to look at the radar screen unbelieveingly. But quickly recovers and moves quickly to the red emergency phone on the bulkhead. Picking up the reciever he speaks clearly into the mic...

" Captain Horton to Colonel Maxwell ... sir ... I never would have believed this if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes but, it is confirmed ... we are tracking four unknown targets in orbit, and one that has entered our atmosphere. I request permission to launch interceptors to the area. " said John Horton to his commanding officer.

" Permission granted Captain, has Cravan responded yet? asked Colonel Maxwell.

"Yes Sir ... Marcalla AFB has just launched a squadron which is going to investigate as we speak." answered Captain Horton.

" Good Job Captain ... I'm on my way ... Maxwell Out! " replied the Colonel just before hanging up the receiver on his end.

" Rickenbacher AFB ... this is the KADOC Command Duty Officer ... we are tracking a number of bogeys on radar, you are to launch interceptors to investigate ... Copy? " ordered Captain Horton.

"We copy that, KADOC . Rickenbacher Out. "


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Somewhere high over Qwankaster, Koramerica a huge fireball lights up the sky as
KAHOD Squadron nears the Bogeys coordinates at a lower altitude.

I don't believe this thought Lt. Commander Larry Aiken, squadron leader of KAHOD Squadron. " One second there are four bogeys on my screens, then two explode and the other two just disappear from thin air!

" Squadron Leader to all pilots it seems that our bogeys have given us the slip. Set up standard search patterns and excute. Squadron Leader Out! "

Meanwhile at the bottom of the Giant Lake in the Hidden Valley ... aboard the U.T.S. Lexington's Saucer Section

" Touch down Commander " states the Helm Officer

" Touchdown Cooridates confirmed " replys the Ships Navigator

" Thank You Gentle Beings " replies Commander Vana Gerard

" Ms. McNaughten please open a channel to the Captains Yacht" orders Commander Gerard.

The Communications Officers fingers lightly dance over her consule then she says " Aye Maam ... Channel Open ".

"' Captain we are down at the coordinates we agreed upon. What is your situation?"' asks Vana Gerard.

Aboard the Captain's Yacht over the shuttle crash site near Sapin, Cravan

"' Very Good Number One ... we are still cloaked and approaching the cooridates of the shuttles crash site. I want to see if they are still alive and if so what there status is. I will check in periodically to update you as I learn new things ... Worthington Out!

Shuttle Crash Site
"Life Support, Offline, Life Support, Offline, Life Support, Offline..."
"SHUTUP ALREADY!!"
Sergeant Kevin Sester continued hacking at the emergency foam that had hardened itself around him before the impact. Most likley, the foam that saved his life. "GET OFFA ME!! GODDAMNIT!"

Kevin finally broke free from the foam, and stumbled around the wrecked cabin. He quickly checked the command board.

too many red lights, ill never get it off the ground...

Kevin took one final look at the cabin. Nothing was even salvagable. If not for the sheilds, even the foam wouldn't have saved him. Nodding to himself, Kevin grabbed what he could from the cabin.

Rifle, food, ammo, emergency pack, distress beacon. Got it all... just one thing left to do...

Kevin quickly went to the cabin and lifted a small, red, plastic cover.
oops, need the key. He found the pilots key and inserted it into the keyhole under the cover. He twisted it, then ran out of the shuttle, into the surrounding wilderness. He ran too fast to hear...

"Emergency Charge Failure... Cannot Detonate..."

OoC: sorry for the short post, will post more in a little while
OoC2: damn. I've gotten stuck in my crappy RPness rut and i cant get out!

Howards sighed. "Repeat that again, please."

The aide wiped his forehead as the sweat beaded along his brow. "Well, sir, we lost contact with the N.M.S.S. Slipstream over a planet some, three hours ago. The planet is well documented to have a Pre-Migration technology level. We do not know if anyone survived to destroy the evidence, and we haven't received a distress beacon yet."

"Pre-Migration Tech?"

"Yes sir."

Howards sighed. "Send out a recovery team. I want 20 Black Corps Soldiers onboard, and I want the ship to be the stealthiest one we have. I don't want the locals to detect them!"

In orbit above Cravan
The ship entered the system undetected, invisible to almost every kind of detection, including the naked eye. It settled into orbit above the crash site.

Twenty pods slipped from the ship, and entered the atmosphere. streaks of flame breifly lit the sky up, until the pods slowed enough to reduce the friction. The pods finally landed in a small clearing less then a mile from the crash site.

The smooth surface of the pod broke, revealing a hatch. From 20 eggs, emerged 20 Black Corps soldiers. Soldiers whose training was each more expensive then the ship that brought them here.

Their mission? Search for the Evidence, Destroy the Evidence, Leave the Planet.


They silently moved through a small patch of trees, and stopped at the enge. Bright spotlights lit up the clearing in front of them. Someone had found the crash site before them.

Over the TacNet, one word explained how much more complicated the mission had become.

"Shit..."

"The fuck is this thing?", a soldier asked, his M2 slung over his shoulder. A light snow fell around the area, this part of Cravan entering the winter season as the flakes gently floated to Earth, the ground still too warm for them to cover it like a blanket of white and instead melting on contact.
"No clue, private.", the man's sergeant said while lighting a cigarette to keep warm. "All I do know is it's big, bad, and it definitely ain't from around here."
"Perhaps it's a '798 or whatever the fuck the flyboys call that thing?"
"Could be... I've never seen one, as with almost every other person in the God damned world. I've only seen that one photo released, and even that isn't high quality."

As the snow began to pick up slightly, a convoy of black SUV's rolled down a nearby country road, stopping at the nearest point where the road came to the wreckage. Several men dressed in trench coats moved towards the wreckage, walking across the fields quickly.

"Investigator Holdan, IDI.", the lead man said holding his ID badge out for the military officer to see. "What do we have here?", he asked, motioning at the wreckage.
"Uknown aircraft crashed here about twenty miniutes ago or so. Appears to have literally dropped from space."

After a few moments of silence, the intelligence officer turned to the officer.

"Survivors?"
"We found fresh tracks headed in that direction.", the soldier said while pointing towards the treeline. "Mostly due to the wet snow, whoever it was left some heavy imprints in the mud. It's getting glazed over with this weather, but we can still track him down."
"Whatever you do don't harm him. That's the last thing we need out here. Injuring a foreign national. Or worse..."
"Gotcha.", he said. He waved his men to follow him, unslinging their rifles and moving almost completely soundlessly towards the tree line, their boots slightly sinking into the muddy fields.

Around the wreckage, recovery teams began to appear. The intelligence agents gathered around, surveying the wreckage. Two of them stood side by side in the windy and frigid morning air, weak sunlight peeking ever so slightly over the horizon as the clock approached four-thirty, only to be blocked out by the gray clouds carrying snow.

"Any idea when this weather will clear up so we can get a heavy-lifter chopper in?"
"My friend, you're in Sapin. The forcasters are saying midday. So expect three or four days of a blizzard. You know better.", the intelligence agent responded with a chuckle.
"Well I'm sorry, sir... It's my first week outside Cravna."
"Don't you boys have INN Weather up there?"
"Locally...."
"Eh... Whatever you say, rookie. Just feel lucky that we're dealing with something like this. The most we usually get to handle down south are drug runners bringing shit in through Oured and sending it to us in Marcalla. This, at least, actually has some incredible significance."

After a few awkward moments of silence, the younger man spoke up.

"I'm already tingling with a special feeling."
"No... I think that's the cold getting to you."

OoC: sorry for the short post, will post more in a little while
OoC2: damn. I've gotten stuck in my crappy RPness rut and i cant get out!
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OCC: Don't worry about it, the only thing I am concerned with is that we all continue posting. I want this thread to show that FT and MT is compatible.


IC: Aboard the Captains Yacht near the crash site

While Lt. Vincent piloted the cloaked Yacht, Captain Worthington sat in the co-pilots seat observing the crash site as the survivor exited the wreakage that was once a shuttle. " Lt. launch a cloaked tracking drone to follow the pilot. I want to know where he is at all times. " ordered the Captain. Carla Vincent's fingers danced over the control consule for a couple of seconds and said " Aye Sir, Drone launching. " About twenty minutes later the crash site was discovered by natives of the planet. Because of the bad weather, they arrived by ground units that were filled with people. After watching the natives sift through the wreakage for a couple of hours the Yacht internal alarms suddenly went off! " Captain I have multiple bogey's entering the atmosphere " stated Lt. Vincent. " Track them to their landing site Lt. ... but use passive mode only. "ordered the Captain. " Aye Sir, passive mode only, " repeated Carla. A couple of minutes passed as Carla Vincent tracked the bogey's then she said, " Sir the bogey's have landed less then a mile from here. And I am tracking a group of contacts moving through a patch of trees near here." "How many is there in the group Lt?" asked Capt. Worthington. " Twenty Sir " answered the Lt. "Ok Lt. launch another cloaked drone to monitor and back us out to the drones maximum range. Unless I miss my guess those contacts are some form of special forces unit sent to clean up the crash site. And I don't want to find out the hard way what kind of weapons they may be carrying. " said the Captain. " Aye Sir " said the Lt. as she launched the drone and started moving away from the crash site.

Meanwhile aboard the U.T.S. Lexington's Saucer Section, deep in the Hidden Valley Lake ...

Log Entry: This is Commander Vana Gerard, 1st Officer of the U.T.S. Lexington commanding the Saucer section. After being engaged in a space battle with the alien starship that we destroyed, we have landed on the planets surface by separating the saucer from the doomed drive section. The planet house's a pre-warp civilization who's technology is roughly equal to Earth in the early 21st century. Captain Worthington is using the Captains Yacht to keep an eye on any alien survivors until we can set up a better mode for reliable surveillance while avoiding unnecessary contact with the planets native population. End Log

After finishing her log entry Vana taps the consule key on the command chair that opens communication on the ships intercom system and speaks ...

"Bridge to engineering ... Commander Shultz how is the placement of the satillite in orbit going?asked Commander Gerard.

"Ah yes Commander I was just about to call you myself ... it is now in orbit, cloaked and fully operational maam," answered the Chief Engineer.

" Good work Chief! Please get started on the observation blinds then Commander so we can find a suitable spots to place them ... Gerard Out, ordered the First Officer.

"Aye Maam, I'll get my crew right on it, " replied the Chief.

Following the crewman
Sergeant Kevin continued through the forest as quickly as he could... which really wasn't fast at all. He had gone fewer then 100 feet when he realized he had several broken ribs and probable a sprained ankle. He had used the pain reducers in his suit, but even a man with no pain could only move so fast on an ankle that could buckle with every step.

He knew he was being followed. There was no doubt about it. Even if he couldn't see or hear them, he knew they fould be following his footprints.

After about 3 miles, Kevin finally collapsed. I can't go any further...

Kevin retraced his steps as closley as he could, placing his boots in the prints he made on his way foreward. Finally, he covered himself as much as he could with leaves and underbrush, propped his rifle up pointing in the direction of the crash, and waited. If any of those bastards who had wrecked the ship were coming after him, at least he'd go out fighting.


Woods near the crash site
The team moved back from the edge of the impact site before they were spotted by the locals. After quickly debating what they should do next, they chose their course of action.

Four men moved back to the edge of the crash site, and watched for major activity, while the other 16 slowly began circling around the site, carefull to avoid detection. of the 16 circling, 4 more followed the almost faded boot prints, searching for the missing crewman.

When all 16 men were in place, one of the soldiers raised his rifle. Switching it to single shot mode, he fired one shot.

The shot was dead silent. untraceble. all it left was the crack as it ricoshed(sp?) off a rock past the ship, about 50 feet from the wreck.


Now to see if the locals took the bait...

What the fuck?, was the first thought through the agent's head as the bullet hit the rock. Within a moment his defense instincts kicked in and he removed his semi-automatic 9mm sidearm from his coat while diving behind a rock.

"SNIPER!", he heard a man shout. All at once the men around the site dove for cover, most of them unarmed logistics personnel.

Investigator Holdan removed his cell phone from his chest pocket, flipping the slim device open quickly and opening it up to the secure network.

"Papa Bear, this is Holdan. We have a code forty-nine, repeat code forty-nine. Requesting immediate support, over."
"Copy that, Holdan. We have a unit being deployed right now, they should be arriving in a few miniutes. Meanwhile Espada will run a few thermal sweeps overhead to find his position. We're currently alerting all units in the area to possible hostile fire. Be careful."
"Copy that."

The men hunkered down, waiting for support to arrive. They knew one thing, though: They wouldn't be the ones initiating a war here.

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"Charlie team, we have word that the crash site has come under fire. Be wary of any activity in the area, and watch out for the pilot. Over."
"Copy that, Papa Bear.", the squad leader said into his headset. "We'll watch out."

They walked through the forest, taking care to make as little noise as possible. Their dark camo blended well with the Sapinian foliage, and the snow squall made them even harder to pick out in the early morning light. As they walked, however, they began to call out.

"Hey! Whereever you are, we aren't here to hurt you. We're here to help. Your plane went down, and by the looks of that wreckage you're probably injured badly. If you are hurt, please show yourself so we can get you medical attenton. Please, I swear to you that we have no hostile intent!", the squad leader shouted over the wind. His cigarette flared while he took a drag, smoke pouring from his nostrils in the snow squall.
"Say, boss, what if the guy doesn't speak English?"
"Well... Ricardo, you speak Castilian, right?"
"Sí, señor. Hablo lo viendo como es la lengua nativa."

After a few moments of silence, the sergeant just shook his head.

"Ricardo, you damn well know I was born and raised in Hastings. I have no idea what you just said."
"I told you yeah, and it's my native language, sir."
"Good... So you wanna start calling out or should you just confuse me more?"

They continued through the snow squall, calling out for the pilot to reveal himself and receive much needed medical attention. The last thing they needed was resistance...

Somewhere over the North Shore of Hidden Lake approaching the North Shore Mountain Range KAHOD Squadron decides to land …


Lt. Commander Larry Aiken, squadron leader of KAHOD Squadron has noticed something different about the Lake.

" Squadron Leader to all pilots … does the lake look like the water level has risen to any of you?

"Squadron Leader wingman to Squadron Leader …now that you mention it you might have something there boss.

"Ok Guys we are going to act like we are leaving the area. Then we will double back on the deck and land at an old military installation that I used to be stationed at before it closed.

"We can hide our aircraft in the hanger bay and monitor the Lake for possible alien activity from the underground base there.

Minutes later after pretending to leave ... they land at the hidden base.


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From the depths of space, a small escape pod from the Macross-class Megadeth plunged towards the surface of the planet within Cravan. The trajectory would cause it to crash some thirty miles north-west of Oured.

Within the pod, six individuals had been cryogenically frozen, although five of them had died. The five that had died ranged in species. One was Tau, one was Sangheili, one was a fourteen-foot-tall anthro red dragon, one was Eldar, and the last was Protoss. The surviving individual was a human/cat hybrid, having a tail equivalent to his size and a pair of ears also equivalent to his size.

The hull started burning as the pod soared through the atmosphere, moving at a thirty five degree angle, until it finally smashed into the planet, sliding for a good two hundred yards before it came to a rest.

((You pick the terrain type. You know your country better than I do.))

((OOC: Lol, 30 miles northeast of Oured is ocean. :p Here's a map for reference. (http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/crave22/Cravan/cravan_new_road_map.png)))

--Usean St.Ark Radar Center,Near the City of Rive--
"Sir,More High Altitude Objects falling.The Lattest One Will Pass ove Usean Territory in 3 Hours.","THREE HOURS!"The Radar commander yelled,"Send a message to the Air Force,they have to make sure this is not a problem."

Within the hour,Five Aircraft,A MiG-31M with Four Su-35 fighters Were nearing the Target.The Pilots were the Wistna Squadron,famed in the Old Battles.As they aproched,Wistna Lead Reported,"Wistna lead to all aircraft,we are to ID the target,and if needed,drop it."As the first plane turned,the object was seen.A pod,The Radar guys said that it was probably heading to another nation,yet they got the go to save them some troble."Wistna Lead to Unidentified Craft,can you respond."

((OOC: Lol, 30 miles northeast of Oured is ocean. :p Here's a map for reference. (http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/crave22/Cravan/cravan_new_road_map.png)))



OCC: Maybe it could be on the beach just short of the ocean. It looks to me to be very close.

(Actually I meant for it to be right on the sea and the river delta there. It's just the black got in the way when I blew the image up from the original size, and silly little me forgot to get rid of it before placing all the dots. Silly little me also forgot to use different layers for them. So yeah... But sure, it can be a beach. It'll still be cold as shit either way. :p )

(Actually I meant for it to be right on the sea and the river delta there. It's just the black got in the way when I blew the image up from the original size, and silly little me forgot to get rid of it before placing all the dots. Silly little me also forgot to use different layers for them. So yeah... But sure, it can be a beach. It'll still be cold as shit either way. :p )

OCC: I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure you could ask any country on NS and they could remember feeling the same way about something they did at one time or another.

(Actually I meant for it to be right on the sea and the river delta there. It's just the black got in the way when I blew the image up from the original size, and silly little me forgot to get rid of it before placing all the dots. Silly little me also forgot to use different layers for them. So yeah... But sure, it can be a beach. It'll still be cold as shit either way. :p )

OCC: I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure you could ask any country on NS and they could remember feeling the same way about something they did at one time or another. :)

OoC: For RP purposes my people speak a form of russian. It is recognizable as russian, but would be very hard to understand except by a nitive speaker. However, most also speak a less-changed form of spanish... which i am assuming is close to Castilian. unfortunatly, the lone survivor only speaks the russian... wow thats a big OoC...


IC:

In the Jungle
Kevin watched as the two soldiers came closer, apparently unaware of their proximity to him. 20 feet, 10 feet, five feet, no sign that they noticed him.

dont move, dont breathe, dont make a sound... any sound at all...

unfortunatly, his suit decided that Kevin was hurt bad enough it needed to administer another dose of painkillers.

"mmmmm...." Oh, shit...

Crash Site
"Commander, I'm getting aircraft at extreme range..."
"I have them too, damn... locals are trained too well. They're probably searching for us now, go dark!"

The 16 men by the crash site 'went dark'. They were virtually undetectable by anything except line-of-sight. No thermal signatures, no radio signatures, berley even a trace of radar. They were effectivly invisable...

At the hidden base in the North Shore Mountain Range ...

Lt. Commander Larry Aiken's fingers quickly dance across a keyboard accessing an orbiting satillite. Causing the recorder to replay the last twenty four hours of footage taken of Koramerica.

Ah Yes, just as I suspected ... the lakewater level was somewhat lower just a few hours ago. And although I can't identify what caused the water level to rise, I can verify that the appox. time it rose coincides with the time of the UFO sightings. Logically speaking something caused the water level to raise. Something that displaces enough water to cause the water level to raise to the present levels. Gentlemen it is my belief that we may have one of our mysterous visitors using the lake water for cover. Now we need to get some help out here to see if we can prove my theory. " reasoned Aiken.

OOC: Castilian is pretty much traditional Spanish, named for the region of Castile in Spain. So yeah, it's Spanish. Hence the province's name is Sapin, named in honor of the Ace Combat version of Spain.

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"What the fuck was that?"
"Sounded like 'Mmmmmmmm...' to me."
"Duh, dipshit. I'm trying to figure out what made that noise, though... Or who..."

They began to search the area more thoroughly, sifting through leaves and underbrush. A dusting of snow began to cover the area, further adding to the amount of cover the pilot had.

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"Lead, Espada Two. I'm not picking up anything, sir."
"Copy that... Remain in a holding pattern over the area until further notice."
"I copy, lead."

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((OOC: I'll make a more intricate post tomorrow, replying to Copenhaghenkoffenlaugh and also bringing in reinforcements to the original crash site. For now, I think I'm off to bed.))

In the forest

Kevin was about 10 seconds from being discovered, and he knew it. It looked like he had no hope, until his IFF showed 4 Black Corps soldiers less then 20 feet behind the locals.

Support! I might survive after all!

The Black Corps saw his prediciment, their HUD showing kevin as if he had no cover at all. They had only one course of action.


The 4 soldiers stepped behind the locals, raised their massive, .75cal rifles, two Black Corp-ers per local.

"Понизьте ваше оружие, вручает воздух!"

((OOC: Actually there's a squad back there, so it's more two Cravanians per Black Corp-er, but no matter what it really shouldn't make much of a difference. I'm really sorry I didn't clarify that earlier.))

The Cravanians spun around, weapons ready as they moved to meet those who challenged them. They stood their ground, carbines aimed at these mysterious men.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?!", the squad leader demanded, not moving an inch. "I say again, who the fuck are you?"
"Boss, what if they don't speak English?"
"Well tough nuts. Stand your ground, boys."

Without even moving his hands, the squad leader clicked a small button on the inside of his glove, opening his radio to the general channel. He decided against calling in support, instead allowing what was going on be heard by the local garrison nearby. He didn't know if these men understood English, but he wasn't going to take the chance.

***********************

Outside Oured
Golden Coast

The waves of the Razgriz Bay sloshed on the short stretch of beach, water crashing on rocks in the surrounding area. It was calm and cool. Before they came.

Four trucks pulled up to the beach, having come through thick forests to the spot where a second object was detected falling to Earth. Upon arrival much of the sand had become glass, and the crater gave off intense heat and smoke as the surface of it appeared almost molten.

Soldiers quickly stepped off, the snow storm circling around not nearly as bad as that outside Marcalla, instead being only a light flurry here. They swarmed the area, performing a precise sweep...

In the Jungle

"Commander, I'm getting a faint radio signal from the locals... they've got an open signal... and I don't think they speak Mackish..."

"I could tell that myself... does anyone know spanish?"

"I do sir."

"Tell them to disarm and shut off that radio. And someone get the sergeant from that bush!"

The spanish speaking soldier stepped foreward, rifle still lowered. "Baje su... arma... la vuelta lejos... la radio... manos en... aire... "

Meanwhile, one of the 4 soldiers slowly circled around the locals and picked up Kevin from the bush.

"Thanks. I was starting to think you guys weren't coming..." Kevin muttered.
"Don't be absured." the soldier said, smiling behind the opaque visor of his helmet. "No man left behind. You know that."

OoC: the spanish is a really bad translation. basically he said:
"Lower your weapons, turn that radio off, hands in he air."

At the shuttle pilots present location:

The cloaked drone that had tailed the downed pilot silently and invisibly until now recorded the arrival of soldiers dressed in black.

http://usera.imagecave.com/Kormanthor/MinosianWeapon.jpg

Immediately it dropped it's cloak and started firing phaser shots at as many of the dark clad soldiers as it could while it had the element of surprise on it's side ... then it cloaked once more and moved to a new location near the squad.

"Shit! Get some cover!"

The 3 soldiers ducked behing trees, one clutching a wounded arm. Kevin and the soldier supporting him dropped to the ground, rifles raised.

"Anyone spot it?"

"I did sir! Some kind of automated sphere! Probably from those basterds who shot down kevins ship."

"You two, keep a watch for it. Me, kevin, and Taylor will cover the locals, i doubt their weapons will do too much damage to our Black Corps armor, even at this range."

The two men moved behind trees, scanning the surrounding areas, waiting for the sphere. Kevin raised his rifle to point at the locals too, as the cheif B.C. soldier had said.

"Taylor, repeat the order in spanish."

"Baje su... arma... la vuelta lejos... la radio... manos en... aire... "

Aboard the saucer section ...

" Ms. McNaughten please open a channel to Command via the satillite" orders Commander Gerard.

The Communications Officers fingers lightly dance over her consule then she says " Aye Maam ... Channel Open ".

" Command Base this is the U.T.S. Lexington we have engaged the attackers of our colony and destroyed their ship. However in doing so we have lost our drive section and have made a successful landing on the planet we meationed in our last communication.
Being that this planet is a pre warp civilization we have concealed the ship as best we can from the native population. We are requesting immediate back up " said Commander Gerard.

( Then an answer from Command sucessfully reach's them )

" We are glad to finally hear from you Commander we have been wondering what happened and why you hadn't called in ... now we know. I have a strike force standing by and will order them to your location with all possible speed " answered Admiral Sheppard.

Above the planet
The transport ship that had dropped off the Black Corps soldiers was no longer alone. Two huge Cruisers had joined it, in case more enemy ships showed up. Both were stealthed to ensure that the locals wouldn't detect it.

On board the NMSS Jugular
The sensors officer leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the railing. "Still nothing Captain. I don't think those bastards are coming back."

The comms officer grunted. "Captain, I'm getting a constant radio buzz in the background, I think the locals are routing signals through satelites up here..."

The captain nodded. "We used to, about 100 years ago. Probably just local media signals, entertainment purposes and stuff. Maybe a few military satelites, they shouldn't be able to see us though..."

Proximity alarms went off across the bridge. The sensors officer sat foreward, looking at the board.

"Thos bastards back?" the Captain asked.

"No sir... SATELITE!!"

The captain paled. "Engines full! Get us out of the-" He was cut off as a muffled THUD was heard. "Oh... no..."

The sensors officer began to sweat. "Yes, that was the sound of one satelite splattering itself on our sheilds..."

The comms officer turned white. "Um, captain... from the broadcasts it was sending before it... stoped sending... it was a military satelite..."

The captain wiped his forehead. "Contact the other two ships. Tell them: 'The locals know we're here'..."

IC: Over the North Shore ...

A Koramerica MH-47e Chinook carefully lowers two Coral Skimmers into the waters of Hidden Lake with orders to search the entire lake for anything unusual.

http://usera.imagecave.com/Kormanthor/Aircraft/mh47e-2chinook.jpg

OCC: Hydrofoil Attack Sub

Four man crew
It is a ultra modern Hydrofoil ( PT Boat sized ) attack sub. It can skim
the surface of the ocean at 60 knots and travel submerged at 40 Knots.
Armaments:
Permetheus Class Attack Computer
Four 50 Cal. Revolving Barrel Machine Cannons / retractable under
the hull.
Two microwave projectors / swivel / retractable under hull
Two Cruise Missile Launchers
Two Super Cavitating Missile Launchers
Four Torpedo Tubes

http://usera.imagecave.com/Kormanthor/stingray_sub2.jpg

Outside Oured
Golden Coast

The waves of the Razgriz Bay sloshed on the short stretch of beach, water crashing on rocks in the surrounding area. It was calm and cool. Before they came.

Four trucks pulled up to the beach, having come through thick forests to the spot where a second object was detected falling to Earth. Upon arrival much of the sand had become glass, and the crater gave off intense heat and smoke as the surface of it appeared almost molten.

Soldiers quickly stepped off, the snow storm circling around not nearly as bad as that outside Marcalla, instead being only a light flurry here. They swarmed the area, performing a precise sweep...[/QUOTE]

When the troopers arrived, they would more than likely be stunned at the sight before them.

The pod itself was in the shape of what looked like a small pyramid, standing at about five meters tall, and was completely white, save for the emblem of the Galactic Protectorate. It was in plain english, so it would be very easy for the Cravans to read it. There was also a door noticeable on the western side of the door, large enough for a normal human to pass through it, with an easily readable set of instructions for how to open the pod.

OoC: waiting for craven...

((OOC: Sorry about that. =p))
*************************

The squad had already taken cover when the probe showed itself, and now were keeping low to the ground to keep these men clad in black from getting a bead on them. The squad leader turned to one of his men who spoke Spanish, who responded with their demands.

"Tell them hell no! And ask them who the hell they think they are making demands of us in our home country! I will not bend to the will of an invader if they have hostile intent."

The younger man nodded his head, and shouted from behind his rock:
((Since my Spanish is incredibly rusty and I don't feel like going on a translator, anything in italics is in Spanish.))
"Negative on your requests, I apologize. However, who are you? What are you doing here? And what are your intentions?"

*********************

Western Cravan
Cravanian Aerial Defence and Detection Center

The board went red as one of the satellites in orbit stopped transmitting, its signal cut off by an unknown source.

"Status?"
"Satellite 17x88a offline... I don't know why, though, sir."
"Well find out... In the meantime, scramble the 798's. There's been some funny shit going on lately."
"Yes, sir."

***********************

Western Cravan
Alagard Air Force Base

The large forward-swept flying wing taxied onto the runway, followed by eleven others. They jammed their throttles to full, soaring into the upper reaches of the atmosphere on jet propulsion. As they climbed higher and higher, their rocket engines kicked in, taking them out into orbit where they would investigate what had just happened...

************************

Outside Oured

A HAZMAT team had arrived to contain the object, and two men moved towards it carefully with sidearms drawn. One reached for the door with a specialized claw, and read the instructions on how to open it. He slowly opened the hatch, and peered inside with a light mounted on his helmet...

Within the pod, the HAZMAT team would find all six bodies, perfectly preserved, with five of the six life monitors on a flatline. The sixth one, who was still alive, had a regular heart rate of seventy eight beats per minute going, with the monitors reading in full english.

However, no sooner had they noticed that than a hologram of the AI within the pod popped up and faced the HAZMAT team while running passive scans on them. ((Think Cortana from Halo.))

"Greetings. My designation is AI number five five nine nine two three eight two, code named Parthus. As I can tell, you are life forms of a significantly lower tech level than the people that I serve. Please state your names, and what designation your serve your people for."

In Orbit

"Captain, local ships are entering the upper atmosphere, heading for our location."

The captain growled. "We can't move, the engines would show our location, we can't shift out, in case the Black Corps need out, we cant shoot them down...

Go to full cloak, and hope they don't notice us... or fly through us..."


In the Forest
"Sir, they want to know where we're from. If we tell them, they might let us go without a fight. We really need to get kevin to a ship"

The leader turned to Taylor "Are you a complete retard! Rule Number One: MINIMAL CONTACT WITH LOCALS!!"

"Who'll beleive them though?"

"NO TAYLOR! THATS AN ORDER!"

Taylor sighed, then smiled in his helmet. "We are from the same planet that ship came from earlier. That man" he said, nodding to kevin, "Was a crewman. We need to get him to our ship to heal him. We don't want a fight, especially one that would alert more of your people to our presence."

"TAYLOR!!!"

"Yes cap'n?"

"What did you just say!?"

"I told them to drop their weapons or we'd smear them into a thin paste cap'n"

"well... ok then..."

"Uhm... Private Timothy Leonards, Serial Number 167867, Imperial Cravanian Army. Hazardous Containment Troops, 1st Infantry Division.", the first man said through his suit.
"Private Anthony Ledgins, Serial Number 154987, Imperial Cravanian Army. Hazardous Containment Troops, 1st Infantry Division."

They examined the interior of the pod, noting the dead alien life forms... And one that was alive. He reached for his headset, opening a radio with the squads outside.

"We're gonna need quite a few more HAZMAT troops down here..."

***************************

The Cravanians continued to keep under cover, the snow beginning to stick to the ground and cover them.

"Private... Yell out we know their man is hurt. Right now, he's all I really care about, seeing as we appear to just be in the middle of something."
"Yes, sir.", the young man replied. "We know your pilot is hurt. He needs medical attention immediately, and us sitting here threatening to shoot one another isn't going to solve anything, especially when he's hurt as badly as he is. I didn't see him personally, but I saw his ship. And damn is that thing knocked up. Please, think of your man's safety."

At the shuttle pilots present location:

http://usera.imagecave.com/Kormanthor/MinosianWeapon.jpg

The cloaked drone again dropped it's cloak and started firing phaser shots at the downed pilot first then at as many of the dark clad soldiers as it could while it had the element of surprise on it's side ... then it cloaked once more and moved to a new location behind a random squad member. Then it would repeted it's attack in the same way time after time.



( OCC: It will continue this time until you are able to destroy it )

[OOC: Perhaps I should try and kill it to show that my men aren't there with hostile intent against the squad members and pilot? You wouldn't know who it was who killed it, but the pilot and squad would. I'll wait for North Mack's opinion before I do anything, though.]

[OOC: Perhaps I should try and kill it to show that my men aren't there with hostile intent against the squad members and pilot? You wouldn't know who it was who killed it, but the pilot and squad would. I'll wait for North Mack's opinion before I do anything, though.]



OCC: I don't care who kills it really ... it's expedible. It's up to you how many times it appears before you destroy it ... although it should survive at least one or two appearences ... it does necessarily need to kill anyone it's mostly there to make the thread a little more exciting hopefully.

Aboard the Captains Yacht ...


“ Captain I think we may have another alien ship in orbit" said Lt. Vincent.

“ Do you have them on sensors?“ asked Capt Worthington.

“ No Sir …. but I just picked up a native communiqué saying that one of their satellites have been destroyed and they are sending a flight of space planes to investigate. ”answered Lt. Vincent.

“ Follow the space planes into orbit cloaked Lt, if there is a ship up there they will need help if they attack it " said the Captain.

“ Aye Sir …" answered Lt. Vincent.

"That will not be necessary, Privates," said the AI. "The escape pod is one hundred percent habitable for your species, and not one of my masters has any form of disease that would be harmful to your people."

The AI began scanning the area outside of the pod, which would be noticeable since a camera with a laser scanner attached had just popped out of the top of the pod.

[OOC: Perhaps I should try and kill it to show that my men aren't there with hostile intent against the squad members and pilot? You wouldn't know who it was who killed it, but the pilot and squad would. I'll wait for North Mack's opinion before I do anything, though.]

ooc: i was planning on taking it out, its starting to piss me off... shooting at my injured pilot... grrr *shakes fist at probe*

In the Forest
The captain growled. Pointing to one of the two soldiers not supporting kevin, he said "You. Load a grenade and start scanning all visual and radio wavelengths, see if you can find that damn shooter! And Taylor, what the hell did he just say?"

"Well, cap'n-"
"Captain"
"Thats what i said. They aren't going to give up the chance to bring an 'alien' back to their commander, so I say... we let them."

"WHAT?"

"Hear me out cap'n. You and the rest of the team take kevin back to the ship so he can get the-"

There was s small whoosh followed by an explosion. "Sorry sir. I think i got that damn shooter... some kind of probe... pretty banded up now... heh. bastards..."

Taylor turned back to the Captain. "Anyway, you take kevin back to the ship. I follow the locals back to their commander. I play dumb, like some spy for another nation, then later I call you guys in and you can test that new Dis-Shifter that HQ wants to try out."

The captain nodded. "Wait, why you?"

TAylor smiled. "Because im the only one that speaks spanish, cap'n"

"captain"

"right. Cap'n"

The captain sighed. "Fine. You have three days, then we home in on your implant and get you out." He turned to the other two men. "Come on team, back to the Pods! We need to get kevin home!"

The three Black Corps men, plus kevin, walked back into the forest.

Taylor stepped foreward to the Craven translator, lowering his rifle for the first time since they encountered each other. He slung it across his back, then after a short hesitation, unsealed his helmet, and pulled it off. He smiled at the locals as he said: "Take me to your leader..."

The Cravanians looked at each other, somewhat puzzled. Finally, they rose from their cover and walked towards the man, their rifles held at rest.

"Come with us.", the translator said, motioning the man forward. Two Cravanians walked ahead of him, and the rest of the squad surrounded him from the other directions. They remained polite, refraining from pushing him or even aiming at him. But they always were ready to do so if needed. They led him back to the crash site, reinforcements now arriving via truck, the investigators still firmly behind cover until they heard the squad leader whistle an all clear.

"Look who we got here!", he said. "He ain't the pilot since he doesn't appear to be injured, but he is someone."

***********************

"I trust you...", one of the men said to the AI. "But I'm afraid its standard protocol."

The beating of a helicopter's rotors could be heard in the distance, coming to pick up the bodies and transport them to a secure location.

"We'll have a truck here in a little bit to take the pod to a facility, but I'm sure a certain spook would love to speak with you. Hold on one second."

The man disappeared, and instead another man in a bulky HAZMAT suit arrived, his face visible in the clear visor instead of the military issue NBC suits.

"Hello there... I'm Agent Gary Henderson, Imperial Department of Intelligence... May I just get a rough outline of exactly what this all is? You know, before we cart the pod off to a facility for further examination...", he said motioning to the pod and the bodies in general. He removed a tape recorder from a pouch, recording the AI's answer.

***********************

"Omega Squadron, on my wing. One of our satellites when out up here and we need to find out what the fuck took it down."
"Copy that, lead. Beginning sensor sweeps of the area."

The F-798 Talons cruised in orbit, slowly screening the area for anything peculiar. When the scopes came back clean, the pilots knew something was up.

"Remain in a tight formation... And keep your eyes peeled. If sensors can't pick 'em up perhaps visuals can."

http://usera.imagecave.com/Kormanthor/stardest3.jpg

Aboard the U.T.S. Devastator; lead ship of the Strike Force streaks through hyperspace enroot to Lexington’s location.

Captain Joseph Dearborn’s dark eye’s flashed with anger as he paced back in forth in front of his command chair as the Devastator entered the correct solar system followed closely by the other ships of the strike force ….

“ Lt. Rea I want to come in from the opposite side of the planet from where the Lexington destroyed the alien ship. Then as soon as we exit hyperspace we need to activate the cloaking device." ordered Captain Dearborn.

“ Aye Sir …. changing course to compensate. “answered the Lt

"Very well, Agent. This is a standard cryo-escape pod used by my masters on their primary starship class, the Macross-class Super Dimension Fortress."

A hologram of the Macross-class appeared, showing the Agent what it looked like. (( http://www.mahq.net is where you will find information on the Macross))

"The cryo-escape pod is used in when my masters' forces are very far outside catalogued space. Any other information can only be revealed with my masters' clearance. I would also like to note, agent, that removing my last living master's cryo-chamber would have a ninety nine percent chance of killing him, due to failsafes having been placed in case of chance encounters with civilizations such as your own. I only have clearance to unfreeze my master, not to undo the failsafes. The other five are clear to be removed by your forces."

Five clicks could be heard as the five deceased crew members' chambers were detached from the pod's walls.

Taylor saw the reinforcments arriving to the crash site. Turning to the translator he said "The extra men won't be nessecary. The ship itself is no danger to you, the fact that it's still intact is proof that it's damaged enough that the fail-safe failed. If the fail-safe had engaged, all you would have to investigate would be a large smoking crater."

Taylor thought a second. "If you'll excuse me a second... I need to check something in the wreck."

Taylor began walking towords the wreck, weapon still slung on his back. He did however, put his helmet back on. He queried his HUD system for schematics to the ship.

(OoC: waiting for Craven again...)

[OOC: Yeah, I'm really really sorry. I keep forgetting about this thread.]

"Alright... That's all I needed to know. Thank you.", he said walking away. A Shadowcat arrived on scene, men in military HAZMAT disembarking and taking the bodies, placing them in containers, and loading them back on the helicopter. They would be taken to a top secret facility, as would the pod itself when the proper transportation arrived. The agent approached the pod again to speak to the AI.

"We should have a heavy transport inbound soon to take the pod to a secure facility. Hopefully there we can investigate this incident further."

***********************

"The hell does he think he's going?"
"To check out his plane, I s'pose."

A few of the guards on scene moved to intercept him, and Agent Holdan immediately moved before him.

"Agent Holdan, Imperial Intelligence. May I ask you come with me, please?"

He noticed a somewhat lacking response, and realised the man probably didn't speak English. The translator in the squad which encountered him stepped forward and repeated what Holdan had said in Spanish.

Taylor smiled, then looked at the translator.

"tell him I'd love to... right after I enter this ship. If he insists I don't enter, tell him that If i don't get inside this ship in the next five minutes, not only will I be killed on return to my nation, but Anyone that knows, knew, or will know about this ship will be destroyed, as well as this crash site, and any major military and scientific installations of this nation.

I really don't want you to worry though, just let me in the ship and I can fix it so that doesn't happen. It's really in his best interest. Is he afraid I'm going to fly away in this wreck?"

Talyor moved around the Agent and continued into the wreck.

Agent Holdan stood with a gaping mouth, his finger held pointed in the air as he turned to watch the man continue. He looked at the translator with a disgusted look, who merely shrugged back.

"Fine... Let him do whatever he will. But I want you all to watch his ever move."

Holdan reached into his jacket, removing his 9mm from its holster and concealing it in his baggy sleeve. If anything happened, he wouldn't ask questions.

Central Koramerica;
In Hidden Lake

As the two Coral Skimmers dropped below the deep blue water of Hidden Lake Lt. Randall Kline sat behind the command / weapons console.
He had been given the task of scouting the bottom of the lake for possible alien craft. If you had told him last week that today, a week later he would be hunting space aliens in a submarine he would have told you he thought you were crazy. He wasn't even sure he believed they existed until he saw the crashed space craft found in Western Cravan on the six o’clock news the other day. Now he was under orders to look for another at the bottom of this lake. So regardless of what he thought personally he had a duty to perform and he meant to do just that.

"Fine... Let him do whatever he will. But I want you all to watch his ever move."

Taylor's helmet beeped quietly as he entered the ship.he followed the schematics to the engine room, near the rear of the ship. Inside the room was what appeared to be a small, 2'x2'x2' metal box, with some wires leading into it. The generator.

Taylor quickly located the keypad on the wall. Querying his helmet, he entered the code.

58201787691

>Accepted

>Begining Short Proccess

...
...
...

>Complete.

There was a sharp, electrical crack, and the box began to smoke. All power in the ship went dead, including the keypa he had entered the code into. Talyor turned to the agent and smiled. Then, in perfect, if mechanical, english, he said,

"Well, with that out of the way, I am free to talk. My translator has gathered enough of your language to recognize it. An ancient form of English, used by several of our rivals."

Taylor took off his helmet, leaving the neck-ring which sealed the helmet to the body on, as it contained the translator and speaker. "Now, Agent... Holdan was it? You wanted to talk to me?"

Holdan stared blankly at the man, wondering if he had been able to speak English the whole time.

"Take him away. Throw him in the car and cart him off. I'll deal with him later.", he said with a disgusted look. Two other agents moved to his sides, motioning for him to surrender his weapons and move with them behind him.

"Please come with us.", one agent said. "We should have this sorted out soon."

"You can have most of my weapons, but I'm keeping my pistol. The way you sent 10 armed men after a single wounded man doesn't exactly will me with confidence"

He unhooked six cylindrical grenades from his suit, and handed them over. He took out a 12 inch knife from the suit leg, and a tranquelizer gun from the suit waist. He unslung his rifle and handed it over, but kept a large, .50 calibur pistol attatched to his belt.

"Don't lose those. I'll need them back in a few days."

(ooc: hm... craven? lol. I wait a lot.)

Craven ----> :rolleyes: :mp5: <----me (jk. but really, dont stop posting!)

((I'm sorry, dude. :p If I could, I would gladly outlaw RL. I should have IC done later tonight.))

"Very well," said the AI. "I shall revive my master upon its arrival so that he may talk to you himself."

The AI then began the process of unfreezing his master, which would take about the length of time for the transport to get to the pod.

Although it was against protocol, Holdan decided against arguing with the man.

"Keep an eye on that pistol.", the agent said to one of the soldiers. He gave a somewhat sour look to this foreigner, and motioned for him to be taken to the waiting SUV's in the area. One of the agents removed a pair of handcuffs from his jacket, motioning for Taylor to turn around.

"Merely a formality. Hands behind your back for transport. Nothing personal.", he said dryly.

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Over the course of the next few miniutes the pod was loaded onto a flatbed truck, and carted off. The area was examined further until finally the glass on the beach was covered with sand, the entire area being covered to make it appear as if nothing happened. Nobody would know of this... The Cravanian government would make sure of this.

((Fluid time!))

Someplace in Southern Cravan
Facility One-Zero-Eight-Bravo

Facility One-Zero-Eight-Bravo, known officially as Kalson Air Force Base, is a facility of which the public holds no (or little) knowledge of. It is the Cravanian government's most secret establishment, having tighter security than the Imperial Palace itself. And it was just where this pod and the bodies which accompanied it would go.

Facilities had been set up the second news of the crash reached the military, with enough personnel on alert to fill a stadium and then some. The base was abuzz as rumors spread as to what exactly this was all about.

The pod was rolled into a hangar on the far side of the runway, and lowered down into the main part of the facilities located deep underground. It made its way on a journey to the labs on the interior tram system, finally reaching its destination. A crack team of scientists began the task of examining the craft.

Taylor almost laughed as they placed the handcuffs on him. He could easily snap them with the Armor-Embedded-Servos that enhanced his strength. He let them place the cuffs on his wrists, then climbed into hte vehicle.

"You know, you people remind me of my government. Everything is a threat unless proved otherwise..."

"I'm glad we remind you of home.", Holdan said with a smirk from the front passenger seat. He pointed to the driver, who pulled from the side of the road with the two other SUV's in tow. Within a few miniutes they would be in the Marcalla, Sapin branch of the Imperial Department of Intelligence.

A few miniutes later...

The convoy of SUV's pulled into an underground parking garage after a short drive through the streets of the city, parking near the entrance on that floor. Holdan got out, and motioned for the agents in the back to allow the man to his feet.

"Follow me, if you will. You'll only need the cuffs for a short time while we take you in and find out who the fuck you are and who sent you. I'm sorry if we didn't ask sooner, but it's just easier in the office."

He walked up to the doors, swiping his card through the keycard reader. With a soft hiss they opened. He motioned for Taylor to move ahead of him into the building.

Taylor entered the building silently, and let the Agent take the lead again.

By the time the pod had reached the base, the last living Copen had been unfrozen and was waiting inside, his full dress uniform on, which slightly resembled that of a U.S. Marine's outfit. The rank on his uniform showed that he was a Captain in the Navy, which was third highest rank in the Copen military.

The pod door had reopened, and the Captain hopped out of the pod and down to the concrete floor of the building. He looked human, but his tail and ears were quite noticeably alien.

(........................Craven.... :headbang: )

(Christ, dude, I'm really fuckin' sorry. School can be a bitch. I haven't even gotten a chance to sign on MSN since Sunday. :( )

Taylor was taken to an interrogation room, the dim lights casting shadows over the chair and table he was pointed to. Another officer entered the room with Holdan, not wasting any time in the questioning.

"Who are you, who sent you, and why are you here?", he demanded. "By the way, nice to meet you."

He took a sip out of his coffee cup, knowing full well this interrogation could prove to be a long one...

**********************

Five armed guards looked to the pod startled as the alien jumped down from the pod, unslinging their weapons and standing their ground.

"Captain... We have a situation in loading dock C."
"I'm on my way."

Within moments, another soldier walked through the door with two more by his side. He walked up to the guards, then looked to where their eyes were fixed.

"Hello there...", the young officer said stunned. "May I help you...?"

"Who are you, who sent you, and why are you here?", he demanded. "By the way, nice to meet you."

Taylor stood and saluted sharply. "High Lancer Taylor Jones, Seriel Number 9183960065027839 of the North Mack Black Corps. I was sent as part of a team to recover the crew of the crashed shuttle and destroy any nessecary evidence. North Mack is located approximatley 196 Light Years from your planet. I am only telling you this because by the time your nation has the ability to reach us, I will be lond dead!"

Aboard the Saucer Section:

Commander I have two contacts entering the lake water on the surface, said Ms. McNaughten.

Thank You Ms. McNaughten, answered Commander Gerard.

( Smiling to himself the Commander then hits the intercom on the command seat. )

Engineering please activate our vehicle transporters, beam those vehicles into the shuttle bay and the occupants into the brig, orders the Commander.

(Quickly he changes channels to the Security frequency and continues.)

Security please secure the prisoners and set up a watch on their vehicles in the shuttle bay ... Gerard Out.

((OOC: Alrighty, it's Friday. Now we can get this moving. :p ))

Taylor stood and saluted sharply. "High Lancer Taylor Jones, Seriel Number 9183960065027839 of the North Mack Black Corps. I was sent as part of a team to recover the crew of the crashed shuttle and destroy any nessecary evidence. North Mack is located approximatley 196 Light Years from your planet. I am only telling you this because by the time your nation has the ability to reach us, I will be lond dead!"

Agent Timothy Jones was actually somewhat shocked that the man was cooperating so easily.

"So you're from space, are you?", he said with a snort. "If it weren't for some of your weapons I would probably have you admitted to a psych ward from that statement. But I'll play along for now. What sort of grand technologies do you have in your utopian society, Mr. Skywalker?", the agent said sarcastically.

Central Koramerica
At the North Shore Mountain Range Base ...

Lt. Commander we have lost the subs sir, reports Lt. Amherst.

Lost the subs!? Impossible! How do you lose two subs, asks Lt. Commander Larry Aiken.

I wish I knew sir ... one second they were there ... desending into the depths and the next second they were just gone! answers Lt. Amherst!

Taylor smiled in a condecending sort of way. "We got here, didn't we? How often do you make it out to visit us? But if you really want proof,"

Talyor reached into a pocket and pulled out a small, smooth oval, shaped like a skipping rock. He pressed it with his thumb, and tossed it onto the table in front of the agent. A perfectly colored hologram appeared, showing a man waving. The man was obviously wealthy, gold chains hung around his neck, and rings shone on his fingers. He was smiling, and you could almost feel the aura of friendliness eminatiung from teh hologram.

"Our Emporer. Empore Kai Henrickson the Third. Greatest Emporer of our nation since his great great grandfather. Every soldier carries one with them." He pointed at the hologram. "Go ahead, turn it, run your hand through it, do whatever you want. Its real."

"Holographic technology...", Agent Holdan said astonished. "Our own holograms are still only in the early stages... And primitive at that."

He swiped his hand through the image, passing cleanly through it.

"This one also doesn't give off any heat. Doesn't feel like anything, really. Just... air."

Agent Jones raised an eyebrow, still skeptical of the man's story. He also examined the object, looking at it carefully and swiping his hand through the image.

"Impressive.", he said with a blank look. "Very impressive." He motioned for Holdan to take it down to the lab for further testing.

Jones took another sip from his styrofoam cup, crumpling it up as he drank the last of his coffee. He tossed it into a waste bin, and turned his attention back to this soldier before him.

"Slowly and slowly I'm becoming less skeptical. So now we'll start the real questions. What exactly was your man doing here? Why was he here, and do you know what caused him to crash? And how the hell did you get in as well?"

"Slowly and slowly I'm becoming less skeptical. So now we'll start the real questions. What exactly was your man doing here? Why was he here, and do you know what caused him to crash? And how the hell did you get in as well?"

"I am only telling you this because your nation is no threat to ours, as you can't even reach us. A few decades, maybe, but not now. Anyway, that wreck you found was one of our surveilance ships. We monitor nations that we consider advanced enough that they may someday reach us, at which time we approach them with trade offers and alliances. We don't beleive in wiping out a perfectly good civilization just to get their resources. We've been around almost five thousand years, we can wait few hundred."

Taylor got up and paced the room, stretching his legs. "Anyway, the ship reported it was under attack from an unkown source. Contact was lost, and the government sent us in to find out what happened and recover any survivors. There were 20 of us, but they left, and I remained behind to talk to the loc-- you. If your fast, you might find some pod-like capsuls near the crash site, but I doubt it. They were organicly made, and will have decomposed by now, to destroy traces of our entry." Talyor sighed. "Any more questions? How my armor works? How we travel the stars perhaps? The meaning of life? Why, even you should know, the meaning of life if 42."

Jones paused for a moment, thinking about that statement.

"Did you people pick up Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy on some radio waves or something?", he said with a chuckle. He then put a serious look back on his face. "However, that isn't my place to ask. I'm simply here to question you on why you're here. Some tech nerds should be in soon to dissect your equipment and ask some questions. In the meantime, I'm curious.", he said while leaning back on the table. "What sort of sports do you have? Or your culture?"

"WEll, we do get lots of random junk on the radio and television waves... I told you we've been out here a while...

Anyway... lets see, the biggest sport we have is WarGame, which is exactly like it sounds. Up to ten teams, fighting for either an area, or a flag, or just to survive. We do use non-violent weapons, but there's always the odd vehicle crash or someone falls off a cliff, or something.

Second is much like your football. Try to get the ball into the endzone. Otherwise, no rules. At least once a game someone gets his neck broken, whish is bad, but you get used to it in our society...

Culture... culture... um much less celebrity infatuation then with nations on this planet... more military oriented, cammo this, cammo that, many more guns on the street, but law enforcment always has the best stuff. Well... the Military is our national backbone, so culture follows the army. If the military uniform changes, thats the new fad...

otherwise we're basically like you. Our cities are bigger, sure, holos are everywhere, people get around with personal aircars, but reletaivley the same..."

The Captain stood his ground, undaunted by the guards weapons. He knew that he could kill them faster than they could get a shot off, seeing as how the distance was less than ten meters away.

However, today wasn't a day for such things.

"Yes, you can," said the Captain. "My AI tells me I'm in a secured military compound. I know he's right on that, because..." He motioned to the entire room. "...doesn't look civilian."

The Captain kept his eyes fixed on the officer.

"Now, as for helping me, I want to speak to your superior officer. Now."

"This way, then...", he said, turning crisply on his heel as he and the guards moved through the doors of the lab. He led the alien being through the halls of the facility, drawing a surprisingly small number of looks. They entered a well-decorated office where the captain stood rigid as he saluted an officer. The officer rose, looking the alien being over once.

"So this is our new friend.", he stated plainly. The man turned to the creature. "Who... What exactly are you? I can tell you're a member of some miltary.", he observed.

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"Interesting.", Jones said as he rose from his desk. The intercom buzzed in the interrogation room, Jones walking to a mirror stretching across the back wall of the room and putting his ear to the glass. After a few moments, he turned back to Taylor.

"The tech boys are waiting for you outside. Have fun."

The Captain was quick to respond.

"Who is none of your concern," he replied, obviously irritated by something. "What I am? I am a Captain of my people's navy. In comparison to your people's ranks, I'm third highest in the entire military of the Copen Protectorate."

"Now, onto more important matters, why am I here? And where is the rest of my command staff?"

"You are here because your craft crashed in our nation, and to be blunt we've never truly interacted with another species before. Your command staff, I am afraid, is dead. We found them like that when we arrived on the scene. Their bodies are currently located in the morgue."

The officer came from around his desk, motioning for the captain and guards to leave them.

"I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I am General Carl Mendez, commander of this section of the base.", he said, extending his hand.

I should've figured they were primitives, thought the Captain. At least they're formal.

He extended his hand and took the General's hand in a warm handshake.

"I am Captain Fironen Selinorasi of the Copen Protectorate's third Super Dimension Force," he said. "I am also the son of our Galaxy's hero, Grand Admiral Feronen Selinorasi, and am a descendant of the first hero of our galaxy, Vorsoth. It is nice to know you, General."

Taylor got up from his chair and headed out of the room. He saw the 'tech boys' as the agent had called them, and nodded.

"Well, I'm sure you have quite a few question for me, don't you?"

((OOC: I should have a response up by tomorrow.))

(...4 days later..... hehe, somehow, this is really amusing...:D )

Aboard the Saucer Section:

Commander I have finished the mind transferances, our people now control the bodies of the enemy crew., said Dr.Garrick.

Thank You Doctor, and please extend my well wishes to our crew members., answered Commander Gerard.

Smiling to himself the Commander then hits the intercom on the command seat. ' We will take over this back water planet from within and no one will even realize it. ' he thought.

Engineering when our personnel have taken their place on the submarines please open shuttle bay doors.... Gerard Out. orders the Commander.

The North Shore Mountain Range Base ...

" Lt. Commander I have the lost subs on screen now sir. They report they are having trouble surfacing due to extremely fast undercurrents, " reports Lt. Amherst.

" Alright ... at least they are ok, I was starting to get really worried. Get on the horn and get them some help out here, "says Lt. Comm.Aiken.

(...4 days later..... hehe, somehow, this is really amusing...:D )

((Lol, I've actually been in Canada for a few days. Like I've said, I'm really sorry I haven't been very active. Anywho, here we go...))

"Just a few.", the lead man, Jerry Steinbaucher replied. He led Taylor into another room down the hall, where he would notice some of his confiscated gear along with the holo projector recently taken.

Steinbaucher turned to Taylor, adjusting his lab coat and motioning to the gear.

"You've got some pretty interesting stuff here. Care to tell me what some of it is before my team of aides decides to rip them apart? They do tend to like to do that.", he said with a smirk. "Dissect now, ask later."

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"Well, Captain Selinorasi, it is... good to have you here with us. I'm violating every protocol this base has on dealing with beings such as yourself, since right now you should be in quarantine. However I believe it would be in bad taste to do such a thing to a high ranking officer of a foreign entity, and preliminary analasys suggests there are no harmful microbes about you. Of course only time will tell. However I am afraid your staff's bodies are in quarantine pending an autopsy."

He took a sip of coffee from his mug, and motioned for Selinorasi to sit while taking his own seat.

"Now, is there any way to contact your people? Because I'm sure your getting lost like this wouldn't go over well with them, and right now I'm not much a fan of getting on the bad side of an advanced interstellar protectorate."

"Well, lets see. Thats my holo projector, grenades, rifle, knife, i hope you know how that works..."

Taylor turned to the scientist "I'd advise your aides to not try to dissect any of that in a closed area. The powerpack will fuse itself solid, being a national secret and all. please, you can have the grenades, the knife, the holo, but leave my rifle alone. I can't afford to lose that."

Taylor turned back to the table. pointing at the rifle, he said "Our rifles use basically the same technology as yours. Explosive shell, propelles the bullet down the barrel. the only difference is we use a rail system to accelerate the bullet even more."

"So it's more a personal rail gun or gauss gun along with the chemical reaction to propel the bullet? Sounds similiar to our ETC guns, really. However ETC guns definitely aren't as common as plain gunpowder firearms."

He lifted the hologram projector off the table, switching it on to reveal the smiling face of a man dressed ornately, examining it further in his hands.

"I didn't really get a good look at this, but so far we are most interested in holo technology. The uses, civilian and military, are innumerable. Do you know alot about how it works? So far, at a glance... Well, most of it is very different from the holos we're developing. Or at least similiar in style, but far more advanced."

Fironen took his seat on the opposite side of the desk, crossing one leg over the other.

"The possibility of pissing off my government is slim to none," he said. "However, I don't know how my father would take to that. He has supreme command of the entire Armed forces and I'm absolutely sure he'd do something if anything happened to me. Of course, the likelyhood of that happening is slim to none as well."

Fironen took a deep breath. "As for contacting my people, it'd be difficult. We use a complex communications system that we call a direct laser communication link. It basically allows our planets and starships to communicate to each other without having our transmissions being intercepted by younger civilizations such as your own. However, with the pod's own extra-galactic laser communications array out of commission, there's no way I could get a transmission out to them, unless you could provide me with a list of components, chemicals, and a large staff of scientists to assist me in that."

"Hmmm... How exactly does this network function? Because I may be able to get the Excalibur team together to assist you. They developed the Excalibur laser defense network."

"Hmmm... How exactly does this network function? Because I may be able to get the Excalibur team together to assist you. They developed the Excalibur laser defense network."

"Like I said, it literally fires a laser out of the device, which passes through anything except a black hole," continued Fironen. "Once the beam reaches its destination, the opposite system 'catches' the laser and reads the encoded information on it. I know how to make them, but any other information on them is classified level beta, meaning I can't reveal it to you unless you have beta-level classification. All I can do is teach you people how to create it, and that's it."

"Yes, but what sort of laser? We have numerous chemical lasers geared for anti-air and anti-missile duties. Perhaps these can be modified slightly to carry the message?"

"Unfortunately, those lasers cannot travel the distance necessary," said Fironen. "The lasers we use are particle lasers, and they travel at nearly one hundred times the speed of light to reach their specified destination. Like I said, I can make them, and I can give you the process to make them, but I can't give you our actual network information."

"Well... I believe that is acceptable... I'll gather a team of scientists for you to work with immediately. However due to standard protocol your project area will be under heavy guard. Here's hoping you don't mind that.", he said as he pressed the intercom button on his desk. He spoke for a few moments, detailing the Captain's needs for a science team and other such supplies. When he turned the intercom off, he sat up in his seat.

"Now, a lab should be ready for your use in a few hours, but I believe some of our higher ups in intelligence and in the government will probably want to speak with you."

"Thank you," he said. "However, please inform your superiors that I don't go anywhere unarmed." He slid a very large pistol out from under his jacket and placed it on the desk and pushed it towards the General. "Thirteen milimeter silver jacketed high explosive armour piercing incindiary rounds with enough power in them to blow a hole in a tank's mass-reactive armour. You can't lift it, though. No human can. It weighs eighteen kilograms."

"Seems a bit excessive to me.", the general said with a chuckle. "I've only a nine millimeter in my jacket."

He rose to his feet, and extended his arm for a handshake.

"Supposedly we have someone flying in from Cravna to meet with you. Until then, I'll have a trooper escort you to your temporary quarters. I'm afraid they aren't much, and since we know little about you or your people it may be difficult. If you need anything just ask and we'll try to satisfy your needs."

"All I need is some good food, a computer, and a television, and I'm set," he replied, retrieving his pistol. "We Copen are not unlike yourselves in the living department."

"Well I can't guarantee the good food. You never know what you get in the military. But we do have television and a computer for you, along with wireless access. Some sites are restricted on the base, however, but it should still suit you."

The door opened, and two men in camo fatigues walked in.

"They will lead you to your quarters. As I said, just ask for anything you need."

The general waited for him to leave, then hit the intercom on his desk which connected him with the director of the base's intelligence and security department.

"Keep an eye on our guest in room 47A-1. Watch where he goes on the internet, what he watches on TV, and everything else. The room is already bugged, all I need is you to keep a close eye on him. Can you do this?"
"Got it, boss. Leave it to us. We live for this kind of stuff."
"Good. I knew I could count on you guys. Be discreet about it, though. We have to be polite."

He closed the com, and took a seat at his desk. If he hadn't seen weirder things in his life before he very well could have been disturbed by meeting this foreign being. But working at this particular base usually meant nothing shocked you.

However, upon arriving at his quarters, Fironen just sat in front of the television, watching both the news and a cartoon, switching between the both of them at random intervals, usually when there was something of no importance to the nation on the news.

After finishing the cartoon, Fironen went and sat in front of the computer, randomly browsing between sites that were of no importance at all. If anything, it looked like Fironen was just your average Joe when not on the job.

OoC: my god... normally it takes three weeks to fill a page, and i leave for 3 days and this happens!? :eek:

"So it's more a personal rail gun or gauss gun along with the chemical reaction to propel the bullet? Sounds similiar to our ETC guns, really. However ETC guns definitely aren't as common as plain gunpowder firearms."

He lifted the hologram projector off the table, switching it on to reveal the smiling face of a man dressed ornately, examining it further in his hands.

"I didn't really get a good look at this, but so far we are most interested in holo technology. The uses, civilian and military, are innumerable. Do you know alot about how it works? So far, at a glance... Well, most of it is very different from the holos we're developing. Or at least similiar in style, but far more advanced."

Taylor shook his head. "Sorry, don't know how that works. Its so commonplace we just take it for granted. I know the lens is not regular glass, its some kind of mineral. otherwise, all i know is dont try to open it, or the power source fries and the whole thing goes dead. Also, dont try to X-ray it, or any other kind of imaging. State Security is very thourough. no one gets to see the power source."

((I'll make a reply sometime later just so you don't think I forgot. Really tired right now.))

"Damn... Well, we'll probably keep at it. For now you're free to go. Some agents will probably be waiting in the hall for you.", the lead scientist said while pointing to the door. "For whatever it's worth, thanks."

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Two guards knocked on the door to Fironen's quarters, one of them speaking through the door.

"Excuse me, sir, but some higher ups are here to see you. General Mendez requests your precense in his office."

"No problem" Taylor tuned and walked back out the door. just before he left the room, he turned and called "dont break that rifle, i need it!"

Holdan was waiting in the hall for Taylor, a grin on his face.

"Don't tell me. We can't use any of it.", he said sarcastically. "That's how it always happen-"

Before Taylor could answer, three men came down the hallway at a brisk pace.

"Agent Holdan what the hell are you doing?"

Holdan immediately snapped straight.

"Sir... I wasn't expecting you."
"Well I wasn't expecting an alien being to be sitting in my offices. I've been handed orders from Command to take anything we found at the wreckage site to... You know where. And that includes him."
"But he's cooperated so far... And he is a human being!"
"Rules are rules, I don't make them Holdan. All I know is having this man around, no matter how courteous or cooperative he's been, is a risk. It's a risk to the security and stability of this nation, and I will not stand for it."

He looked to his escorts.

"Cuff him and take him to the chopper. And make sure he's unarmed. Meanwhile, Holdan. In my office, and now."

The two men moved to apprehend Taylor while Holdan watched in disbelief as they planned to cart him off like livestock. He made eye contact with Taylor, mouthing the words "Don't worry" to him.

"Cool," replied Fironen. "I'll be ready in a minute."

Fironen quickly smoothed out his outfit, trying to remove any wrinkles, then took his pistol and holstered it in view. Even if they did try and take it, they'd never be able to carry it. It'd take two very strong men to heft his sidearm away.

Fironen then opened the door to his quarters, and faced the two guards.

"Well, gentlemen," he said. "Shall we?"

"Right this way, sir.", they said as they led him through the halls. They finally arrived at the general's office, where four men in addition to the general waited.

"Here we are.", the guard said motioning towards the open door.

"Thank you, gentlemen. I can take it from here." Fironen opened the doors slowly, and stepped into the room.

"Cuff him and take him to the chopper. And make sure he's unarmed. Meanwhile, Holdan. In my office, and now."

The two men moved to apprehend Taylor while Holdan watched in disbelief as they planned to cart him off like livestock. He made eye contact with Taylor, mouthing the words "Don't worry" to him.

Taylor went along with the new officials, even thought he was pretty pissed they took his pistol. The handcuffs were laughable, and he could remove them in an instant, but he took Holdans advice and went along silently. He checked the time using his nero-link and found how long before his time was up.

Time Remaining: 2d 14h 31m 12s

"Welcome Captain.", one of the men said politely. "Please, take a seat."

They cut right to the chase, sparing no time in their questions.

"Please, explain where you come from.", one of them said. "I'm curious as to how you came here and the details on why."

*********************

Taylor was taken to the helicopter, and put in the back between two guards.

"You should probably enjoy the landscape. It may be the last time you see it for a while.", one of them said jokingly. Taylor would have to decide for himself how much of a joke that was as the rotors started up.

*********************

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Holdan?! Bringing an alien being in here unarmed and unrestrained!"
"He had cuffs on..."
"Had."
"I apologize, sir. It was reckless for me to do so."
"You're damn right it was reckless. You risked all of Cravan... No, the world with that move, you fucking twat..."
"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."
"You're damn right it won't happen again. I'll have your balls if you even dare step in this office again. You're being reassigned to Cravna where the guys at the top can keep an eye on you. You were promising, but you just threw any chances of Directorship out the window."
"I understand, sir."
"Get your things in your office. Now. I want you out of this building by noon tomorrow."

As Holdan left the office, he headed straight for his own hoping they hadn't cut computer access yet. He was relieved when he found he still had time, and brought up the file of where Taylor was being taken. He read it quickly, and then accessed the system commands remotely. He set to work.

Taylor would not spend more than two hours in that facility. Holdan would be sure of that.

"I am from a galaxy that we call the Copen Galaxy. It is located approximately 2.5593 trillion light years from your planet in the direction of the galactic North. To find galactic North in your galaxy, look straight at the sun when it is 'high noon.'

"As for why I am here, my Super Dimension Fortress was attacked by a hive-fleet of Tyranids, a bio-organism that relies not on metal or silicon based technology. They are completely biological, and can survive in the harshest of environments, including space itself.

"We were horribly outnumbered, and according to protocol five seven eight, we were to abandon ship after setting the self-destruct sequence."

Fironen took a deep breath, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

"At the current rate that the Tyranid hive fleet is moving, they should reach this system in approximately two hundred and fourty seven years. However, when they do, this planet will be the first they set their assimilating goals on.

"These creatures thrive on slaughtering entire populations and assimilating anything that's left. They'll literally strip all the bio-mass off this planet, leaving it as a dead world. You'd do best to build up your military so that it can withstand biological and chemical warfare, because that's what the Tyranids use.

"However, you might end up fighting a splinter fleet of them earlier, because that's what we encountered."

"Well that's... Interesting to know.", one of the officials remarked. "I'll be sure to write that down..."

Another official looked to Fironen.

"What type of government do your people have? Military structure? Etcetera?"

"Our government structure differs between planets, but we're generally democratic socialists," he continued. "We give the people what they want in return for their labors. They are allowed a maximum of one hundred thousand cee bills (c-bills) worth of luxury items, plus free health care, free food, free furniture, etc. Basically, they get what they need, and their housing is adjusted according to their family size, although families with more than five people are quite rare.

"As for military...lemme show you an example of one of our weapons," he said, pulling out his massive pistol. Fironen made sure the safety was on, and pulled out the eight round magazine.

"This is a basic officer's pistol," he continued. "It utilizes a thirteen milimeter silver-jacketed high-explosive armor-piercing round, eight rounds per clip, and can literally blow a hole in the side of your main battle tank like a point blank one hundred twenty milimeter cannon shot would." Fironen slid the clip into the massive gun, and placed it back in its holster with the safety on. "And I wouldn't suggest trying to take it from me, not like it would matter. The gun itself is seventeen of your kilos, and would require two men who could bench-press at least two hundred fifty of your pounds to carry the gun. Besides, I'm not even sure I can trust anyone on this planet.

"Anything else you would like to know?"

Taylor was taken to the helicopter, and put in the back between two guards.

"You should probably enjoy the landscape. It may be the last time you see it for a while.", one of them said jokingly. Taylor would have to decide for himself how much of a joke that was as the rotors started up.


Taylor simply stared out the window as the chopper took off. Again acessing his nero-link, he tried to connect with a news feed from back home.

No uplink found.

Damn. Well, he'll have to keep trying, at least he'd know when someone was here to pick him up...

After about twenty miniutes in flight, the helicopter finally landed. A bustling military base could be seen outside, with air patrols taking off and returning regularly. It was a storm of activity.

"Come on.", one of the guards said as he yanked Taylor from the helicopter. He dragged him onto the tarmac with his associate where they stopped.

"We'll wait here for the next ride.", he said. "The Humvee should be here any miniute."

A light flurry fell on the airbase, the wind rustling the branches of nearby trees. Cloudy skies blocked the sun, and the cold air stung many of the men and women on the tarmac.

"Is it as cold from where you come from as it is here?", one of the guards asked Taylor while shivering.

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Holdan typed frantically, knowing any second now his access could be cut to the system. His jump drive placed in the USB port of his computer, he downloaded all the information he could possibly use to get Taylor out. Destinations, arrival and depart times, guard complements, blueprints and layouts of facilities, access codes and channels... Everything. He then promptly removed the jump drive, and hastily shoved it into his pocked. He opened up notepad, and began typing wildly again. There was no room for mistakes, but there was also no time for checking for mistakes as he wrote line after line of code. He had been trained well in the art of electronic warfare, and he planned on using this knowledge and his knowledge of the Marcalla IDI mainframe to his advantage. Within a half-hour he still had access to the network, and he had finished his project. He saved it as an executable, and ran it with a system scan on the mainframe of the network. He wouldn't stay to find out if it worked or not, and he promptly stood up and took any belongings he would need with him.

He hastily walked from his office, cautiously looking around as he made his way to his car in the parking garage. He walked all throughout the building, finally arriving at his car.

Director James Mencia walked into Holdan's office unannounced, and was surprised to find him not there. He walked over to the computer, glancing at the monitor to see why it was making so much noise. As he did so, it crashed, along with every other computer in the building. All the memory was dumped, and it would take weeks for the Marcalla office to boot up the backup drives. Right now, though, this was the least of their worries.

Holdan rounded the corner to ascend to the upper levels of the underground parking garage, driving calmly as he did so.

Mencia walked with four other agents, sidearms drawn as they moved to intercept Holdan in the parking garage. They made their way onto the ground level of the garage, and motioned to the guard to draw his weapon and keep the barricade down.

Holdan rounded the final corner before the exit and saw the blockade which awaited him. Mencia moved in front of the car to stop him. Holdan accelerated, his engine screeching with a roar.

Mencia and his men jumped out of the way, firing at Holdan's car as it crashed through the barricade into the snowy streets of Marcalla. Mencia quickly ran to his car which was a few yards away, and called in the local police and other IDI agents who could assist. He hopped in, shoved the key into the ignition, and with a screech accelerated out of the garage after Holdan.

Holdan sped through the streets of Marcalla, deftly avoiding the oncoming traffic as he did so. Soon enough two police cruisers were on his tail, the blue and red flashes visible in his rear view mirror. Sirens could be heard throughout the city as he sped off towards his destination.

The docks.

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"I was interested", one of the officials said, "in what your species is called. This is our first contact with a non-human species, and therefore we are quite curious. What other species or races make up your Protectorate, as well?"

"I myself am a mixture of human and Neko, which is a common occurence," replied Fironen. "As for other species...well, I'll just name off the major ones.

"The first we have are humans that are not unlike yourselves. My father's a human, just to let you know.

"Second are the Orks, who are the most numerous of all. It's estimated that there are fifty Orks to every human in our galaxy. They are also quite possibly the stupidest race to exist, and thrive only on war. They range in size between two feet and twelve feet in height, always have green skin, and only consist of males. It's assumed that they are part fungus, because after on dies, it expels a foul gaseous substance that fertilizes the ground and produces more Orks.

"The third are the Anthropomorphs, which consist of many numerous sub-species, such as Nekos, which my mother is. Anthropomorphs are the only species that are capable of mating with any species and producing a child, and how that works is still being studied to this day.

"The fourth numerous are Zentradi, which are a species of fifty-foot tall humaniods. Their females constitute as a separate species, called the Meltrandi, which are usually more dominant than their Zentradi males. Zentradi society mostly consists of war, but we've started the process of culturalizing them, which we hope will weed out their violent tendencies.

"As for all the other species, they're not numerous enough to really note them. Any more questions?"

"It depends, actually. Since we control a number of planets, 12 at last count i think, some will be cold, others not. I was born on the home planet, which is much like this one. Cold at times, hot at others. You'd be suprised how many planets like this one exist out there, and how many other species want them to themselves..."

Northeastern Koramerica;
At Lakeland Air Force Base


“ Sir I have multiple new boogies entering orbit sir “ said Lt. Gina Meyers.

Immediately Gen. George Worthington began walking towards the radar workstation. As he arrives he notices the blips that represent the new boogies are bigger then all the others he had seen to date.

“ Lt. how big would you say those ships are? “ Asked Gen. Worthington

Lt. Meyers hands moved across her console making the needed adjustments to get the contacts physical size. After a few seconds the information appears on her monitor.

“ Sir according to the reading the new contacts are much bigger then any other contact we have seen to date, they are approximately sixteen hundred meters in length. And there shape resembles an arrowhead roughly.” answers Lt. Meyers.

As Gen. Worthington began walking towards his office …

“ Lt. I want a visual on those ships yesterday, right now I need to inform the President of the new situation. “ ordered Gen. Worthington

‘ Aye Sir I am entering instructions to Sky Net to do just that sir. “ answered Lt. Meyers.

Holdan finally lost his pursuers, the city in an uproar as all law enforcement units concentrated on finding him. He slowly drove into the city's docks, knowing exactly where to go. His Buick screeched to a halt outside a chain link fence, and he walked up to the gate, pressing the intercom.

"I have some business for you.", he whispered. The gate opened, and he drove inside.

After a few miniutes of tense deliberation, he was taken to see Padrino Enrique Palocina, head of the Sapinian Multitud, the leading organized crime syndcate in Cravan. He entered the large oak doors located at the top floor of the warehouse, and walked into the Padrino's office.

"Hello, Mr. Palocina. I have a business proposition for you.", he said with a fear like no other.
"And you are?", the elder man in a large, leather chair asked. They were in an ornately decorated office, with dark wood being the main feature.
"I'm Agent Holdan of the IDI. And my country has abandoned me.", he said, not entirely telling the truth. "I need help in getting a friend back, and you'll be rewarded greatly."
"And what exactly is this reward?"
"The entire Marcalla IDI database on organized crime. Things they know, things they don't know, and things that you should know."

The Padrino's eyes widened some, knowing full well this was quite a prize.

"And how do I know you will keep your word?"
"You don't. But that's what faith is for. I can tell you I will keep my honor, but that means as much as me telling you I'll give it to you. I do want to assure you I will give it to you upon the job's completion. But it requires faith on both sides."
"And what exactly is this job?"

Holdan threw some papers onto the desk.

"The military has a friend of mine. And I want him back. I have arrival and departure times for all his stops on the way to the detention facility, and all you need to do is pick a stop and send in some boys. I suggest this particular fuel depot. It is the lightest defended one, and just outside a small population center."
"And what is this man's crime?"
"Existing.", Holdan replied.

After a few moments of deliberation, the Padrino finally looked Holdan in the eyes.

"You have a deal. I'll have a cell locate him immediately and get him out of there. I have connections in that area."
"Thank you, Padrino. Thank you."
"Eh, it's what I do.", he said with a chuckle. "Now go. I have some connections to make. Leave your cell number and pager and whatnot with Paco on your way out so we can call you."

After doing so, Holdan climbed into his Buick and drove off, looking for a good warehouse to lay low in until the time arose for him to return.

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The Humvee arrived for Taylor and his guards, the guards putting Taylor between them again.

"Our next stop is a fuel depot not too far away. Should be about a half-hour's drive."

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One of the officials spoke up, not having been briefed on previous conversations.

"How exactly do you propose you'll get home?"

Taylor kept following along, not resisting. On impulse he tried the uplink again.

Uplink Found.

>NMSS Viking

>Connecting...

...

...

>Linked

What!?

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The Viking slipped into orbit above the planet, stealthed, silent, invisable. It quickly jammed all communications in the area, imitating a solar flare.

"Admiral, we are in orbit above the planet now."

"Excelent. keep a watch out for the bastards who shot down our ship."

(basic stats for the Ship. NMSS Viking is a Battlecruiser, 2100m, crew of 512, enough firepower to level a small city, and it carries 100 fighters and pilots.)

((Prolly not gonna bother with it, anyway. I'll respond sometime later today. I need to think exactly how I'm going to do this, but so far I've used this RP to introduce two characters I plan on using in the future, and I'll be introducing a terrorist group who'll spring Taylor as well.))

"I thought the general had told you?" replied Fironen. "He said he was going to lend me some scientists so that I could possibly create a direct-laser communications array. It would probably bring a small Musai-class starship to take me home."

"He has not told us.", one of them said while cautiously eyeing the General up. "And although he did so without our permission, we will grant this team to you. I'll begin making calls tomorrow so as to see exactly how many scientists I can get to you. In the meantime we will grant you Lab 2A-B. It is located just down the hall from here, so you can have a look around unescorted and see what you may need there. Ask if you require anything else."

"Then I shall do so now," replied Fironen. "I require the following:

"Fourty five grams of pure sodium, four thousand metric tonnes of pure Boron, fifty five pounds of pure plutonium, twelve tonnes of steel, and fourty tonnes of mixed hydrogen and oxygen."

( :rolleyes: )

(( :rolleyes: yourself, RL has been catching up with me. I haven't been posting any IC posts lately simply because I lack the time and effot to do it the right way atm. I would say I'll have one up today, but it won't really mean anything.))

In orbit aboard the U.T.S. Devastator as she and her sister ships round the curve of the planet cloaked …

“ Well how about it Lt. Wyatt what are the sensors showing? “ asks Captain Dearborn.

“ Using the new EES sensors I see a mass of free floating ship parts, some alien, the rest are Koraelian. Also I am picking up the warp signature of a Koraelian Captains Yacht … it’s cloaked and shadowing a number of small uncloaked craft similar to are own fighters but not as advanced. They are most likely native to this planet sir, No capital ships in sight but I am picking up a energy trail which could be the exhaust of a orbiting ship. answers Lt. Wyatt.

“ Open a scrambled channel Lt. Schend to the Lexington’s Yacht. “orders Captain Dearborn.

“ Aye Sir “ answers Lt. Schend

“ This is Captain Joseph Dearborn of the U.T.S. Devastator lead ship of the Koraelian Strike Force calling Capt Worthington. Captain we have your Yacht on our scanners. We are here provide you assistance, you are cleared to land at docking bay 89.

Aboard the U.T.S. Lexington’s Captains Yacht ...

“ Captain I am picking up three Koraelian Super Star Destroyers on sensors and they are calling for you Sir. states Lt. Vincent.

“ On screen Lt. says Lt. Vincent.

“ It’s good to hear your voice Joe, we are vectoring our approach to your location now. Be advised I believe there are enemy relief forces ship/s hiding in orbit, but I couldn’t verify it with my Yacht’s instruments. I recommend you keep a continuous watch for hostile ships … Worthington Out. “.

“ Captain Dearborn to docking bay 38, launch two drop ships now. ”

The two drop ships leave the Devastator together & cloaked, soon after though they separate and start there individual descent vectors. Minutes later one lands in Northeastern Koramerica; at Lakeland Air Force Base where the native operatives from the Lexingtons saucer section comes aboard for debriefing and future assignments.
The second lands near the alien shuttle crash site to scout the area, releasing numerous cloaked vehicles and mecha. Within sight of Lakeland Air Force Base & near the alien shuttle crash site , hundreds of sleek, black mecha float silently out of the drop ships holds, cloaking as they move out in different directions to simply observe and collect data. These mecha are a deadly scout class often employed by the Koraelian Starfleet. These particular mecha has been fitted with a number of noticeable modifications, such as extra missile pods, shields, a cloaking device and differently shaped engines. The mecha head officer collects data in the observation room and sents it back to the orbiting strike force.

((OOC: I've found some time, so I'll make a post to keep it moving. I figure I can wrap up most of my part in this post, eh? I'm losing creativity and ideas for this particular thread, but I don't want to just abandon it.))

The Humvee pulled to a stop at the fuel depot, the guards getting out to stretch their legs.

"Come on. Get some fresh air.", one said to Taylor.

The Humvee drove to one of the fuel tanks, and began to fill its tank for the next leg of the journey. The guards kept Taylor under close watch, making sure he didn't try to run...

...Sadly they weren't paying enough attention to shrubs on a nearby hilltop as both of the men went down, their heads exploding in fountains of brain matter as two rounds penetrated their skulls. Fourteen men rose from bushes nearby, AKM's in hand as they moved in on the fuel depot. All military personnel left weren't harmed, but instead cuffed and blindfolded, and left for the next convoy to find sitting there in the snow.

"Come with us.", one hissed at Taylor as he took the keys to the handcuffs from one of the dead guards, and uncuffed Taylor. "There is no time to waste. The next patrol is due in less than twenty miniutes."

He was led to a nearby clearing, where a group of black civilian Humvees sat parked in the snow.

"We'll take you to our base where you can be reunited with your buddies. Now come."

**********************

"And we'll have it all for you. We'll have some staff for you by tomorrow so you can get to work."

Of course these officials generally wanted to help Fironen. But they were also in this to assist Cravan itself. If such an important figure in this advanced society was returned to them, just thinking of the possible rewards made these men's heads spin.

Taylor followed the men, ripping off the handcuffs in the process. Reaching to his armors leg, he pressed a button. A small compartment popped open, from which he removed a long knife. He attatched this to the chest harness, so it was within easy reach, should he need it. "I'm guessing you men aren't exactly on the best of terms with the local government here?"

"Not exactly.", one replied. He turned around, and extended his hand. "Miguel Hernandez, commander of the Sapin Liberation Army. I'm under contract to take you to one of my associates and meet with them. Apparently some government schmooze had to come to the Padrino over in Marcalla to get you out since he felt you were wrongly imprisoned. Probably gonna be on the run for the rest of his life, but whatever suits him. The Padrino called me up to help out since I have cells throughout this area, and here we are. Now, as I said, we must hurry. More can be explained on the way."

"Nice to meet you Hernandez." Taylor said, shaking his hand and climbing into the Hummer

Lakeland Air Force Base / Main Tower


Sgt. Blake Williams hated weekend duty! He had bought tickets to the Lakers ballgame for today so of course today is when they would decide they needed extra security here. Sure there was some really strange crap happening in some of their neighboring nations but why did that have to cause him to miss the final game of the season! As Blake resigned himself to his fate he noticed that a group of blips in the northwest sector that he would have sworn hadn't been there a second ago. Quickly he activated the bases scramble alarms and his long distance camera's in the NW sector, what he saw ... he couldn't believe! Some looked like huge metal men,
others huge metal insects, and some could fly short distances! Kinda like the Incredible Hulk ... kinda like sky hopping. There seemed to be hundreds of them ... but where had they come from!? They surely weren't of this world!
Could they be invaders from the group that was seen landing near the crash site in their neighboring country? What did they want? As he watched there continuing advance he knew they would probly get the answers to these questions soon enough.
" RING ... RING " Within seconds the Major Generals phone was ringing so Blake ran to answer it!
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Lakeland Air Force Base / Officers Country

Brigadier General Nicole Farrar had just finished getting ready for her work shift when the bases scramble all jets alarm started sounding. She ran to her hotline to the tower, as she picked up the receiver the line instantly opened and she heard Sgt Williams say “ Main Tower, Ops Duty Sgt. Williams speak madam!" At ease Sergeant she said as she began speaking, “ What’s going on? “ Madam we have a unidentified invasion force moving towards the base, I’ll send you a feed of my camera’s because you aren’t going to believe me otherwise. immediately her wall monitor flashed on showing her a fantastic sight! Hundreds of Metal men and Insect-like machines were quickly moving across the flat plain that stretched to the west as far as the eye could see. She could see that the surface runways would soon be useless. “ Sergeant we need to get the pilots to the underground launch bays?” Aye Madam he said as he had his assistant make the order over the intercom. It’s a good thing we designed this base on the edge of a cliff and built hydrolic launch tubes into the cliff face for just such a emergency thought the Magor General. Minute’s later the sky was full of jet fighters and attack helicopters in a dance of quick death with the metal monsters now nearly to the surface runways. This is going to be a really bad day thought Brigadier General Farrar as she picked up the her cell phone to the President as she ran for her scramjet.

(bump)

((Haven't checked this thread in awhile. I'm still actively interested, though.))

"I thank you, gentlemen," said Fironen. "I'll make sure you're rewarded with a minor amount of something, although I don't know what just yet."

Fironen then sat straight up, addressing the whole of them. "Are there any further questions? I'd be more than happy to assist your people in developing a new means to purify water, or perhaps a new refining technique to improve upon the qualities of the metals you use in construction."

((Haven't checked in a while, either, but I have even less time lately. My posts probably aren't going to be spectacular. Also, Mack, feel free to get something else going since I don't really have the inspiration to do much more... We can skip some time or something...

I've really got nothing to say atm in this thread... I'm sure I'll think of something sometime soon, but as for right now I've nothing. =/))

"We have confirmation, the enemy is on the ground. Repeat, the enemy has landed on the planet"

The Admiral looked around the bridge. "Well, you all know what that means. The rules under Section 34 no longer apply. Decloak and prepare for troop deployment."


On the Surface
Instantly, all around the world, TV's radios, everything, stopped transmitting what it was supposed to, and started transmitting the image of a single man.

The man was dressed in some kind of military uniform, althought not one that like any planetside army. The uniform was black, with red trim, and the medals and insignia on the chest and collar were strange and foreign. All that became moot when the man spoke.

"Greetings to all people on planet X3.21a. I am Senior Admiral Josef Leavens, and I bring you a warning.

A few days ago, one of our scout ships was shot down over your planet. Your governments no doubt know about this, but may not have deemed it important to tell you. Today, however, is important, because earlier today your planet was invaded by the same forces that shot down our ship.

Under section 34, of the Terran Empire of North Mack, once contact has been established with another space-going race, whether hostile or friendy, we may make contact also. This invasion counts as contact.

In a few minutes, we will be dropping our soldiers into the combat zone. They will all have this flag *The Man shows a red, four pointed starburst on a black field, with a black sun in the center* somewhere on their armor, or in the case of tanks, draped across the side. Please, do not fire upon these soldiers. They are here to help you."


In Space
Space ripples as the 45 ships previously cloaked became visible. They immediatly launched fighters from bays, and small, bright streaks of light shot from the undersides, and streaked down towords the planet.

The counter-attack had begun.

(bump... :rolleyes: )

ooc: Should i assume this thread is finally dead?