NationStates Jolt Archive

Somewhere on the distant edges of the Andromeda, a gray metallic cylinder drifts aimlessly through space. As it passes it leaves a trail of tachyon particles. Where is comes from no one know, still it drifts though space as if heading nowhere. Slowly it approaches a planet, and will surely head to its doom as it enters its atmosphere, but no…thrusters fire and it establishes a stable orbit around the world.
The cylinder is about 3.5m by 1m by 1m. It is obviously old…. very old, ancient even as the markings on it are faint and virtually indistinguishable. Although it was old, the power signature of the cylinder is that of a ship a thousand times larger.

OOC: Anyone playing a Star Trek based race after ST-time 2269 would detect Omega molecules and their ship would automatically initiate the Omega Directive. Their computer would inform the Captain of this discover, and the location of the molecules.

OOC: Anyone playing a Star Trek based race after ST-time 2269 would detect Omega molecules and their ship would automatically initiate the Omega Directive. Their computer would inform the Captain of this discover, and the location of the molecules.

OOC: Assuming they're the UFP, at any rate.

OOC: Assuming they're the UFP, at any rate.

OOC: Thank you for that correction. Anyone basing their history on UFP post 2269 would detect Omega molecules and would need to act to destroy them.

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Come on, some one please help me out here.

OOC: What is so dangerous about Omega Molecules? (I don't know much about Startrek...)

OOC: According to Star Trek lore an Omega molecule could provide energy for an entire civilization, indefinately. Unfortunatly, the Federation'[s only attempt to create a single molecule caused an explosion that destroyed the lab, and disrupted subspace for 3.2 light years, making warp travel impossible within that area. Due to the danger, the Federation initiated the Omega Directive, which requires all Star Fleet Captains to take all necessary action, including ignoring the Prime Directive to destroy the molecules whenever they are discovered.

OOC: I will give this a shot….

IC:

The X.S.S. Razor was on patrol far outside Union space. The Xharnian Cruiser (http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Xharnia/XharnCruiser.jpg) was on the lookout for potential worlds to incorporate into the newly formed Cybernetic Union of Xharn. The X.S.S. Razor was currently heading further outside of the Milky Way and towards Andromeda galaxy. The cruiser’s sensors had been scanning for signs of life and for potential energy readings…

The Razor’s A.I. was immediately informed of a massive energy source. The A.I. immediately sent the readings of the findings to the crew. The Cyborg crew was all activated at once by the A.I. and the information was downloaded into their individual memory banks. The Razor’s A.I. wanted to investigate the strange energy readings and find if it was suitable energy source for the Cybernetic Union..


The X.S.S. Razor made another wormhole jump towards the strange readings and the artificial wormhole opened up for the cruiser. The Razor entered the wormhole only to be shot out the other side in a matter of a few minutes….

OOC: Three questions... 1) I'm assuming the planet is Earth?, 2) This is open right? and 3) What time period is this? PMT or FT?

OOC: (Explaination: Omega molocules produce individually a F**K A** TON OF ENERGY, (enough to power a couple of billion planets), UNFORTUNATELY they're unstable. if they blow, then they emit an FTLi over a large space.)

IC:

A long-range scan from the collective detected active omega particles heading for orbit of a planet near their new colony site.

They spared no expense in a recovery effort, 3 tactical fusion cubes, 6 fusion cubes, and 9 diamond class vessels exited transwarp. They saw the X.S.S. Razor within the system and immediately hailed the vessel.

WE ARE THE BORG. THIS VESSEL'S POWER SUPPLY HAS BEEN CLAIMED IN THE NAME OF THE COLLECTIVE. YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

IC:

The X.S.S. Razor began targeting operations against the various Borg targets. The ship’s disintegrator beam cannons took aim and prepared to fire a salvo of destructive energy against the Borg cubes.

The Razor’s shields began to activate and the ship’s A.I. system calculated chances of wining this encounter against the Borg. The calculations did not look good but the Cybernetic Union of Xharn could not just back down. It could be taken as a form of weakness and so the X.S.S. Razor sent a response from the Union…..

We have direct orders to explore and incorporate all useful worlds and other resources into the Cybernetic Union. We shall incorporate this energy source for the Union! The will of the Patron is law!

The Borg vessels charged adaptive shielding they moved in a liniiar claw formation towards the single Xharn vessel.

THIS UNIDENTIFIED PROBE CONTAINS AN ENERGY SOURCE FAR MORE POWERFUL THEN YOU COMPREHEND. THE COLLECTIVE WILL AQUIRE IT. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

The diamond vessels made several quick warp-hops, 3 doing strafing runs with gravitonic torpeados, the other 6 firing tetryon bursts in an attempt to confuse the enemy's sensors (they were science vessels after-all. The cubes moved forward at full impulse (about 75% of lightspeed) Weapon ports opened up and cutting beams were targeted on the enemy vessel's engines.

The attack was not unexpected and a proper response was promptly given. The disintegrator beam cannons all fired their salvo of destructive energy at the incoming Borg vessels. The cubes would soon be struck with several incoming purple beams designed to break down any and all molecular structures into their base atoms.

The weapons would ravish an unprotected ship like ants to a kill. The adaptive energy shields would provide certain difficultly in the first volleys.


The X.S.S. Razor began to move away as the Borg weapons struck its energy shields causing damage and lowering their effectiveness. The Xharnian A.I. system prepared to move the ship away from the Borg cubes and allow the Borg near their target.

The A.I. hoped the Borg would lose interest if the Cruiser moved away from their prize…

OOC: Three questions... 1) I'm assuming the planet is Earth?, 2) This is open right? and 3) What time period is this? PMT or FT?
OOC: To answer the questions.
1. No, Earth is in the Milkyway galaxy and this is located in Andromeda. I believe it is best that this world be uninhabited, but capable of supporting life.
2. Yes it is open
3. The time period would be FT.


The X.S.S. Razor made another wormhole jump towards the strange readings and the artificial wormhole opened up for the cruiser. The Razor entered the wormhole only to be shot out the other side in a matter of a few minutes….

IC: As soon as the Razor exited their wormhole, the cylinder jumped to life. The cylinder broke orbit and turned to head toward the vessel. As it approached within 100,000 kilometers it scans the vessel. The scan takes about a minute, then it hails the vessel with a message in thirteen languages on all channels, including subspace channels.

OOC: Eight of the languages would sound like animal noises to the human ear, and areas were a human would hear nothing since the pitch would be above the range of the human ear. Three of the languages would be understood as ancient languages on Earth: Aztec, Mixtec, and Zapotec, assuming your race is from earth, or has knowledge of Earth history. The final language is a strong psionic message, that is strong enough, given the power pushing it, to overwhelm a psionic character.

All message, except the psionic one, are: Humaniod beings we come in peace, as the time of the endless slumber has ended. The Taron Agreement shall be awakened again.

The psionic message is an impression of a long slumber, and a coming awakening, and the end is a simple message. The Taron Agreement shall rise again.

IC: After the message is transmitted, the a single faint life sign becomes apparent from the cylinder, it is quickly growing stronger.

They spared no expense in a recovery effort, 3 tactical fusion cubes, 6 fusion cubes, and 9 diamond class vessels exited transwarp. They saw the X.S.S. Razor within the system and immediately hailed the vessel..

OOC: Great, I have attracted the attention of the Borg….This is going to force me to reveal something about my people I was hoping to do later, but I guess I might as well get it out in the open now.

IC: As soon as the Borg vessels exit the Transwarp conduit the cylinder scans them. A single life sign is obvious with a simple scan, and it is apparent that it is growing stronger.
The message transmitted to the Xharn ship is retransmitted to the Borg vessels.

WE ARE THE BORG. THIS VESSEL'S POWER SUPPLY HAS BEEN CLAIMED IN THE NAME OF THE COLLECTIVE. YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

Following the Borg message, the cylinder transmits its message again, for the third time.
The X.S.S. Razor began targeting operations against the various Borg targets. The ship’s disintegrator beam cannons took aim and prepared to fire a salvo of destructive energy against the Borg cubes.

The Borg vessels charged adaptive shielding they moved in a liniiar claw formation towards the single Xharn vessel.

As soon as the ships charged weapons the cylinder begins to glow green in color, then is suddenly “jumps” three thousand meters left of its original position as it continues on a path toward the Xharn ship.

The diamond vessels made several quick warp-hops, 3 doing strafing runs with gravitonic torpeados, the other 6 firing tetryon bursts in an attempt to confuse the enemy's sensors (they were science vessels after-all. The cubes moved forward at full impulse (about 75% of lightspeed) Weapon ports opened up and cutting beams were targeted on the enemy vessel's engines.

As the Borg vessels approach the Xharn ship and the cylinder spins, like a top, several times and a wave or turbulence emanates from a position 3000 meters to its right. The turbulence disrupts subspace, hyperspace and slipstream for a radius of 1 light year. The turbulence also rocks normal space causing all modes of slower than light propulsion, except thrusters, to function sporadically.

The Xharn vessel receives another hail from the cylinder. A weak, sometimes in comprehensible voice speaks.

Humanoid beings, must learn………Open……...Help………protect………coming……………

It trails off into animal noises, and then cuts off.

OOC: The periods(...) are a series of shrill screechs, squacks, and such.

Thirty lightyears away from the combat between the the borg and the Xharn, lies a system that in ancient times apparently had a planet destoryed at its outer edges. The vast sphere of asteriods and rock completely walls in the tiny class G star with its 7 planets, numerous moons, and satellites. There seems to be no easy way through the cloud that surrounds this system as a great sphere.

Among the asteriods and debris, one asteriod is interesting only because of an event happening a few lightyears away. A psionic message was sent, and its intended recipient is waking up. As the engines come online, a power signature unknown to both the Borg and Xharn may be detected. If sound could be heard in space, the rock and debris collected on the surface of this long dead vessel would groan in protest at being displaced as mighty engines as the ship comes to life.

As the rock and debris is displaced, a ship of staggering proportions emerges, nearly 5 kilometers in diameter, it is a connical shaped vessel, completely unmarked. The cone's hull, a dull matte brown sheds its rocky exterior with difficulty, but as the ship approaches realivistic speeds, it simply pops out of existence. A trianed scientist might surmise that it has made a demensional shift.

The Xharnian cruiser was at this time trying to avoid the Borg. The messages from the probe were received and their information was processed by the crew of the ship. The A.I. of X.S.S. Razor began to try and process the messages via its huge data base of old Earth languages. It managed to decipher the Aztec message and figured that the probe wanted to be awakened.

The Xharnian vessel began to take evasive maneuvers while firing salvo after salvo of several Alpha class missiles, this was the main effort for trying to avoid the Borg ships. The goal was to get the probe within range of its tractor beam. The probe seemed to be heading towards the cruiser which made it easier to get into range.


The A.I. sent the probe a message in their standard language:

We are attempting to use our tractor beam to draw you away from the Borg. We doubt we can beat them in combat but maybe we can tow you away from them….

The probe seemed to be heading towards the cruiser, which made it easier to get into range.

Since the probe jumped to a new position it now appeared as if it was intending to pass the Xharn ship.

We are attempting to use our tractor beam to draw you away from the Borg. We doubt we can beat them in combat but maybe we can tow you away from them….

In response to the Xharn ships message, the probe transmitted a message:

Thank you for your efforts. I have finally been able to decipher your language and can speak it. My technology will prevent you from successfully locking your tractor beam onto me at my current location. After my scan, I have analyzed your shielding technology, and I am able to teleport through it, with careful timing. I suggest that you set a course to move beyond the two light year propulsion inhibition field this probe has emitted and providing me with coordinates to your cargo bay. I will transport the probe there, and you can jump out of here as soon as you are beyond the field. Once we are in transit, I will formally introduce myself.

Suddenly the probe “jumps” 6000 meters to its right and continues moving in the same direction it has been, now it appears to be on a collision course with the Xharn ship

The borg vessels striggled against the energy fields preventing their manuverability, then one-by-one they began to lurch forward as their gravity-well drives adapted to the slower-then-light inhibitors.

THey continured to fire salvos of gravitonic torpeados as one of the cubes finally got close enough to attempt to target the vessel in a tractor beam, the fusion cubes flanking it fired their cutting phasers while they sent another transmission.

YOU WILL TURN THE PROBE OVER TO US! YOUR DESTRUCTION OR ASSIMILATION IS ASSURED IF YOU DO NOT. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!

The diamond class vessels (which were closer then the cubes) began cutting off all routes of escape.

The gate was gone-but the dimensional gate was still active. Despite the other vessels having moved through the gate to civilization and the Dominion once more, the remaining Bioships left in Fluidic Space continued to try and outrun their pursuers. Their organic beam weapons targeted the nearest opposing bioships, shredding organic matter and tearing apart large-scale neurons and tissue that comprised armor. The ships, each holding one crew member, followed the last remaining synthetic vessel-a Nexu-class battleship, new ships of the line-the class was only four years old, and the vessels were powerful. The dimensional rift was closing fast, however, and the battleship issued its command to the remaining bioships-hit the gate at all costs. There were too many of the enemy.
As the gate fluxuated, energy flooding the area, the Nexu smashed into the dimensional rift, surging forth. Eight bioships followed it, their rear tri-wings moving into a sleeker position as they flowed through Fluidic Space. Surging into the rift, the energy flowed over the bioships as space went white. Just as they surged through, the gate broke down, collapsing and closing in a swirl of energy and tachyon particles that enveloped and destroyed the remaining bioships-leaving only the echoes of rubble.

-Realspace-

The gate blasted open. Collapsing in on itself, it had diverted the Dominion warships into a totally different-and unknown-sector of space-somewhere they were not familiar with.
What they were familiar with was combat-and that was what apparently was engaging right now. The Xharnian ship-unknown to the Dominion-appeared to be moving away from a bunch of geometric warships-an unpredicted, but not terrible, scenario. The Dominion was ferocious; they could fight.
The only synthetic ship of the formation, the ADV Lucid Arrow, fired off a quick comm to the Xharnian ship-assumed to be the innocent in this game of cat-and-mouse.

"Come around our flank-we will divert the warships with fire."

The bioships immediately engaged the leading Diamond. Lancing out with the electric-energy beams, the trunks of each bioship glowed hot yellow, charging, before emitting their lancing blasts.
The Arrow began making defensive manuevers, launching a peppering of Positron Torpedoes-lethal antimatter warheads-at several Cubes.

(OOC: you're playing species 8472? freaking weak!)

(OOC: you're playing species 8472? freaking weak!)

OOC: It's a variant. They live in the same dimension, but they're different.

I use a bit of their tech, but it's not the same at all (I combine 8472 with the Zerg and the Yuuzhan Vong to create a harmony of organic evil).

No, I can't blow up stuff with one shot like 8472-that's wanky.

OOC: It's a variant. They live in the same dimension, but they're different.

OOC: A brief rift to Fluidic Space, that is something I was afriad I might have to open myself, but thankfully, you opened one for me, all I need is a split second and it is done.

The probes sensors detected the creation of the Fluidic Space portal. As the portal opened, a slim strip of metal tore away from the probe. It was about a half meter long and only a couple of centimeters wide. Once it stripped away a beam briefly fired from the probe and the strip of metal launched forward. Suddenly, the strip of metal appears 3000 meters to the left of the probe, obviously heading straight for the portal. The strip entered the portal just as the last bio-ship exited into Realspace.


Fluidic Space

Once the strip passed through the portal, it sent out a quick psionic message, then disolved into nothingness.

OOC: For anyone that is psionic in fluidic space the message simply says RISE, THE TIME OF THE AWAKENING IS UPON US!!! COME TO ME, QUICKLY. Also it will actually continue to travel through the dimension seemingly endlessly. So that said, everyone in Fluidic space that is psionic will get this message.

After traveling through a side dimension of subspace, the connical ship emerged on the outskirts of the continueing battle between the unknown entities and its brethern. The ship, alive in its own right has shed the last of its rockey tomb and has positioned itself close to the systems primary star. Now energy rings encircle its exterior, glowing a bright golden yellow. The ship sends the following message as a psyonic broadcast and over wide band subspace:

/ooc: This is a tinman like ship from the ST:TNG episode Tinman

THE TARON HAVE AWAKENED. CHILDREN SHALL LEAVE THIS SYSTEM IMMEDIATELY OR BE DESTROYED, STAR TO GO NOVA.

It is a textual message only, the text comes out in several hundred language variats, including the same ancient earth variants as the original probe. The massive hulk of the ship then directs a energy projectile toward the star and fires. As the energy weapon impacts the star, the stars corona starts to output energy at an alarming rate. Electromagnetic pulses and huge plasma burst fill the empty void. It is clear that the star is now consuming its fuel at an enourmously accelerated rate.

All but 2 borg vessels access transwarp conduits out of the system at this action.

the nearest borg ship to the Xharn vessel (a diamond) finally locks their tractor beam on them attempting to hold them in the system when the star detonates.

The other vessel, was a fusion cube. This vessel turned towards the organic newcomers and began firing gravitonic torpeado salvos to cover their comrades' escapes... although they were too far away from each other for either side to really accurately fling torpeados around.

THE TARON HAVE AWAKENED. CHILDREN SHALL LEAVE THIS SYSTEM IMMEDIATELY OR BE DESTROYED, STAR TO GO NOVA.

After the transmission of the new Taron vessel’s message the probe responded on a secured Taron channel.
Brother, this is Lernine. Moving to your and bringing another vessel with me.

It then opened a channel to the Xharn ship.

Our time is limited, I am extending my dimensional fold field around you, and I will pull through to the location of my brethren. We will then be able to leave from there using the gravity of the star to throw us out of the system.

the nearest borg ship to the Xharn vessel (a diamond) finally locks their tractor beam on them attempting to hold them in the system when the star detonates.

The probe suddenly jumps to a position along side the Xharn ship as the diamond begins to lock on its tractor beam. Somehow the probe and the Xharn ship appear as if they are in two places at once, one in the position it currently is in, and another near the newcomer vessel by the star.

OOC: Visually, it appears as if the ship the borg are attempting to lock onto is transparent.

Both vessels then fade from their original position and fully phase in beside the Taron organic vessel.

The X.S.S. Razor had taken a beaten from the Borg’s attack. The front and aft shields were down to less than 18% integrity. The Razor’s A.I. had been fighting to a battle for survival trading shots with the Borg and even firing several salvos of Alpha class missiles and purple disintegration beams at the Borg diamond holding them.

The X.S.S. Razor and her crew expected to face a fiery death from the star going nova. The sudden freedom from the Borg’s tractor beam pleased the A.I. system immensely. Razor began having her nano-bots begin repairs on her now weakened armor and hull. The Borg had used weapons that were able to crush her shields and there was much damage to be repaired.


The Cyborg drones began to activate from their sleep and started to repair and maintenance checks on the vessel. This was a standard procedure after a battle and the Xharn warship wanted to keep up tradition and be in tip to shape in case of another ambush…

The star, starts to cools and bloat, a billion years of time collapsed down to mere minutes. The red giant starts to consume the first few inner planets in another few minutes, using the planets rocky masses as fuel for the cooling fire of the stars nuclear furnace.

The other vessel, was a fusion cube. This vessel turned towards the organic newcomers and began firing gravitonic torpeado salvos to cover their comrades' escapes... although they were too far away from each other for either side to really accurately fling torpeados around.

The ship of the protectorate simply starts to retreat around the fiery mass of the red giant, letting the torpedo's impact the stars surface.

Brother, this is Lernine. Moving to your and bringing another vessel with me.

This massive 5 kilometer ship sends a simple acknoledgement via psionic narrowband to the probe.

Both vessels then fade from their original position and fully phase in beside the Taron organic vessel.

As the two miniscule vessels come beside the hulking behemoth of PTS Druma, the last of the sentient taron ships, a scanning beam of high intensity polarons is sent through the vessels to confirm their identities. Then, the five kilometer living organism starts to generate an enourmous gravaton field, encompassing the two smaller vessels. Lernine would know that this is the start of a dimensional shift for all three vessels away from the soon to be nova.

The remaining borg vessels leave the system... the collective was NOT about to waste resources on a loosing battle. This alien intelligence obviously did not wish to be a part of the collective... they would return when stronger.

RISE, THE TIME OF THE AWAKENING IS UPON US!!! COME TO ME, QUICKLY.

Fluidic Space

The message gains intensity and continues to be carried through the fluid as if the message is a part of fluidic space itself. The message reaches its intended target at a distant cropping of asteroids.

Torent opens his eyes. “Rise, the time of the awakening is upon us!!! Come to me, quickly, his thoughts echo the message over and over again. The raptor awakens quickly due to the urgency of the message. He flips a switch on the console in front of him to activate a secure channel to the wing.

“This is Tek Maat Torent, all fighters begin pre-launch checks now and report status through the chain. You have 1 minute to complete them. Kols, I expect an update in two minutes. This is urgent; we have been summoned.”

He taped a few more buttons on his console, attempting to locate the origin of the message. He knew that his Kols, Harini, and Indril were capable men. He fought with them in many battles against the enemies of the Agreement. They had become important members of his pack, and helped him to build an elite combat pack, now they were awakened, meaning the Emissary had been freed. That they were being summoned in this manner meant the Emissary was in trouble.

Within a minute Torent’s transceiver crackled to life.

“Sir, Ulen raptors reporting ready,” commented Harini.
“Tikar, ready as well, Maat, sir,” came Indril’s response.

That was no more than he expected from his officers. He did not respond, as he was busy still trying to determine where they were heading. It took a couple minutes but eventually he had it. They were heading about 10,000 kilometers northwest, at 35 degrees to reach the portal. He answered the radio.

“I have confirmed out location, and I am sending it to you now. Crack these eggs,” commanded Torent

He continued plotting their course, and decided they would enter Realspace in 8000 kilometers at 30 degree. It would put them a slight distance away, and below the emissary, but it would also give them a better chance of reacting to the enemy.

SLAM!!!! Two of the fighters, were hitting the sides of their ancient shell, while the others worked on cutting their way out. There were twelve fighters here, and in just as many each of the other three shells they were cocooned in long ago.
SLAM!!! CRACK!!! The shell shook, and the pressure dropped slightly, and their envelope began to break. Another hit, and it split in half. All twelve fighters headed out as the two halves drifted apart. All but one of the other asteroids had been split.

The forth asteroid shook from time to time, but showed, no signs of breaking.

“What is the problem, Kol,” demanded Torrent.

“The shell isn’t being cooperative sir. Where are almost through though, a couple more minutes, tops,” replied Harini.

“Then we are going ahead. I have transmitted our orders to you. Follow as soon as you are free.”

“Everyone else,” bellowed Torent into his transceiver, “Form up, and head for those coordinates top speed.”

With that the six free squadrons moved into combat formation, heading for their specified exit locations at top speed.

The vessels moved through the fluid like an alligator swimming, but at a much greater speed. It would be ten minutes before they reached designated coordinates.

bump .. more players welcome!

As the star began to go nova, the Dominion vessels began evasive manuevers, turning about on their axes to head quickly away from the amassing destruction.
The synthetic ship led the way, a small, globular implement glowing a hot violet. With a bright, violent flash, the emitter fired a small pulse into space a distance away. After several seconds of flight, the pulse seemed to 'explode', as energy collapsed inwards on it. The device ripped local space and the current dimenion, tearing a temporary gate back into fluidic space-a custom outfit reserved for certain vessels only. It was a one-way trip-vessels that could open these gates could only do so in realspace. Fludic space-realspace transit was achieved through established Dimensional gates-approximately 212 of them throughout fluidic space frontiers.

OOC: Thank you for that correction. Anyone basing their history on UFP post 2269 would detect Omega molecules and would need to act to destroy them.


Does that mean it's set during the time of Captain Kirk and the NCC-1701?

Or could it be in Picard's time?

Starfleet didn't know about the molecule until close to the end of the 23rd century.

Does that mean it's set during the time of Captain Kirk and the NCC-1701?

Or could it be in Picard's time?

Starfleet didn't know about the molecule until close to the end of the 23rd century.

OOC: It would be during the same time frame as Picard or later.

Fludic space-realspace transit was achieved through established Dimensional gates-approximately 212 of them throughout fluidic space frontiers.

OOC: I would assume any ship in fluidic space that is approaching the area would be able to see the dimensional gate. Could you describe them?

Asteroid in Fluidic Space

Harini was getting annoyed; these shells were not intended to hold this solid. Of course, according to the reading from his console the raptors had been sealed in there just over a billion years ago so there is no telling what the pressures of fluidic space could have done. Still it had been two minutes since he spoke to Torent and his squadrons didn't appear to be any closer to opening this thing up. Finally, he had enough.

"OK, everyone, shields up, and move to this side of the cavern, and did in. I am going blow a way out of this rock."

It was nearly 50 meters across and at least that high. The other eleven ships moved over to his position, along the far wall, raised their shields, then used the claws in their fighters feet to secure themselves in position. Harini activated the shields on his fighter, and activated his own claws. There was a loud clicking sound as the claws dug into the floor of the shell. He armed a drone, and locked onto the far wall.

“Kol, sir,” came a voice on his radio, “My fighter has a 60% power drain since I performed by system check.”

“Do what,” was Harini’s reply. How can this be he wondered. He checked his power gauge and sure enough only 43% power remaining. There is definitely something wrong here.

“Everyone, circle me and power down all main system to conserve power, keep sustenance and comms online.”

He disengaged the drone.


OOC: I will continue this post later.

The living ship and it's two companions blinked out of normal space right as the star shed its corona. 30 Lightyears away, and a few moments later, the livingship, the probe, and the xharn vessel popped back into normal space.

Before them, the space was dominated by a massive sphere of asteriods some 2000 AU's in diameter. The probe floats in space, peacefully, enjoying the void.

OOC: I would assume any ship in fluidic space that is approaching the area would be able to see the dimensional gate. Could you describe them?

Asteroid in Fluidic Space

Harini was getting annoyed; these shells were not intended to hold this solid. Of course, according to the reading from his console the raptors had been sealed in there just over a billion years ago so there is no telling what the pressures of fluidic space could have done. Still it had been two minutes since he spoke to Torent and his squadrons didn't appear to be any closer to opening this thing up. Finally, he had enough.

"OK, everyone, shields up, and move to this side of the cavern, and did in. I am going blow a way out of this rock."

It was nearly 50 meters across and at least that high. The other eleven ships moved over to his position, along the far wall, raised their shields, then used the claws in their fighters feet to secure themselves in position. Harini activated the shields on his fighter, and activated his own claws. There was a loud clicking sound as the claws dug into the floor of the shell. He armed a drone, and locked onto the far wall.

“Kol, sir,” came a voice on his radio, “My fighter has a 60% power drain since I performed by system check.”

“Do what,” was Harini’s reply. How can this be he wondered. He checked his power gauge and sure enough only 43% power remaining. There is definitely something wrong here.

“Everyone, circle me and power down all main system to conserve power, keep sustenance and comms online.”

He disengaged the drone.


OOC: I will continue this post later.

OOC: Dimensional-Spacial Gates (the full title) are Dominion-Shanii (the name of the alliance-race [biological subspecies of 8472) that the Dominion have "contracted" that live in Fluidic Space) constructs comprised of a mix of organic and synthetic technology (Mostly organic: the synthetic tech from realspace serves as a buffer and positive addition to bolster performance). They're massive cylindrical constructs, over 40 km from top to bottom. From the top of the station, a large tachyon field is generated that produces a tear in the Fluidic space, a large, energy-emitting, bright rift. This rift is traversable only when the gate is activated in a certain fashion-to do this, there are stations and Shanii biological constructs surrounding it (moderately defended-it's not liek this is a frontier comm outpost, but at the same time, it's not the Death Star). When needed to be activated (since they are also one-way: only sending from Fluidic to Real), one of the local Controller stations activates an energy pulse that is recieved by the Gate. The gate then activates the rift: tachyons are overloaded into the state of dimensional flux above the gate device, shredding space and tearing open the rift. They're easy to spot: not hidden or even attempted to by hidden, open to any who don't provide hostilities.

OOC: To continue what Twinwand should have, after all this is his system....

Before them, the space was dominated by a massive sphere of asteriods some 2000 AU's in diameter. The probe floats in space, peacefully, enjoying the void.

IC: As soon as the vessels appear. The weapons system on all of the asteroids in this quadrant locked on the them. Then an automated message is transmitted.

Druma, Your transponder is recognized. Enter through the pathway opening before you. Other vessels, identify yourself or be destroyed.

With that the probe opened a channel.

This is the Emissary. Access Code: *********** This alien vessel is my escort. Please disengage and allow us access into the system.

Access Code accepted, Emissary. You and your escort may enter the Twinwand system.

Then several asteroids began to move, opening a narrow tunnel just large enough for the ships to pass.

Lernine then transmitted a message to the alien vessel.

This is Lernine, I request to be brought aboard you vessel. I have been awake for three Taron hours and I this tiny capsule is getting quite cramped, I would like stretch my legs.

OOC: While I am remembering this. The Races of the Taron Agreement have utilized the power of the Omega molecule to completely render all FTL travel within their systems unusable. Essentially, subspace, hyperspace, slipstream, etc., are all completely disrupted with in the system. That said, anyone approaching this system would find that their propulsion fails and would appear here and would be greeted by a similar message and would detect a weapons lock from several thousand weapons. NOTE: This is not something that can be adapted to. It is a function of nature.

bump. This thread is open.

ON:

An armada of ships exited the Iconian Gateway that had recently been uncovered on the edge of Federation space. This one was located on an airless moon and was large enough to fly a ship through. Not knowing what lay on the other side the armada was made up of a variety of ships. At total of 6 ships exited the gateway. USS Thunderbolt-Sovereign Class, USS Memphis Belle-Akira Class, USS Einstein Nebula Class, USS Phoenix-Ambassador Class, USS Callisto- Intrepid Class and USS Cornell-Nova Class. As the last ship exited, the Thunderbolt contacted the starbase on the other side of the gateway.

=/\= Captain Steele to Admiral Jorgenson. All ships have exited the gateway, we are proceeding as planned. =/\=

=/\= Roger that Captain. We'll expect to hear from you in three days. Starbase Zulu 7 out =/\=

This was the type of mission most crews could only dream about. A mission of pure exploration in an uncharted region of space. Less than an hour later Ensign Elden spoke up.
"Captain. Something is interfering with the warp drive. I have to drop to impulse."

Steele started giving out orders.
"Maintain current heading at full impulse. Lt Livak are the other ships experiencing the same problem?"

The Vulcan operations officer soon replied that the whole fleet was forced to drop out of warp. Before Steele could contact engineering for their opinion Livak spoke up again.
"Sir we're being hailed audio only. I can't locate the source."

"On speakers, Steele replied."

All vessels, identify yourself or be destroyed.

Steele ordered the fleet to a stop before opening a channel.
"Lt. Livak. Open a channel and transmit on all languages and frequencies."

"Aye sir. Channel open."

Aaron took a deep breath before replying.
"This is Captain Aaron Steele of the Federation Starship Thunderbolt. I am authorized to speak for all the ships. We come on a mission of peace and exploration, we mean no harm."

It was then that his chief of security. Commander William Troy spoke up.
"Sir I'm detecting scores of weapon signatures. If they, whoever they are, open fire we wouldn't stand a chance."

Aaron reacted quickly.
"Take the fleet to yellow alert! Raise shields and standby weapons. We don't want to provoke a fight with a species we just made contact with. Helm prepare a course to take us back to the gateway just in case. Once they respond we'll decide what course of action to take."

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OOC: Would the Omega particles still be detected?

OOC: Would the Omega particles still be detected?

OOC: Yes, they would be detected from within the sphere of asteroids. Since this is Twinwand's system I will allow him to proceed with the rest of the response.

/OOC: Omega Particles would be detected on the second planet in the system.

IC:

Groggy from their long sleep, the peoples of the Protectorate are alerted to not only to foreign vessels outside their protective sphere of asteriods, but internal to that sphere as well.

"This is Captain Aaron Steele of the Federation Starship Thunderbolt. I am authorized to speak for all the ships. We come on a mission of peace and exploration, we mean no harm."

The AI on the second planet, named Cornav, studies the language and after seconds of processing informs the high chancellor that a species from child system 84657 has been detected in home system. The humanoid sighs, wishing that he had move time to consider the ramifications of the child species arrival. The high chancellor orders the AI to hack into the child vessel's computer core, looking specifically for DNA information. If the marker is there, the protectorate will allow these children to leave peacefully. If the marker is not there, they shall be destroyed.


/ooc: It would be appropriate to roleplay a database download of all databases on the federation ships.

IC:

As quick as the order is given, it is executed. The DNA information from the humans, vulcans and half a dozen other species, indicates the presence of the marker that the protectorate left as a message when seeding the child races worlds. The Taron's own children have come to find them.

The high chancellor steps onto the hologrid in front of his desk, and appears 3 meters in front of Captain Aaron Steele. In the primitive languages of the earliest sentients of earth, the Chancellor begins to speak.

"My name is High Chancellor Dress.", the chancellor says in the gutteral language, inhancing his message with mighty psionic re-inforcements. " You are children of the Agreement, we, welcome you home."

/ooc: It might also be appropriate to roleplay that your computers recognize the species as the same species discovered in the ST:TNG episode: The Chase, from season 6.

Fluidic Space nearing exit (approximately 8000 km from exit)

Torent and the free portion of his wing…(OOC: Remember there are still twelve trapped in an asteroid)…are traveling to the location they had determined the message that awoke them had come from.

“Sir,” came a message on his radio,” Are you seeing what I am seeing?”

“Yes, Gal Borst,” he replied, using Borst’s rank as he always did when communicating in an official capacity. “Everyone, hold position. “Gal, arm a drone for scout purposes and fire. Set a course for it to patrol the perimeter once on each axis, I want to know as much about this thing before we evac to realspace.”

It was a massive cylindrical structure some 40 km in diameter. This could be important information. Nothing like this existed in fluidic space when the Taron Agreement first came here, someone, or something had made major technological advancements and this could be important.

Borst programmed his fighter with the requested parameters. As he was programming, his raptor began materializing a drone for the desired purpose. By the time Borst finished programming the drone was prepared and ready for launch. He aimed for a position 100 meters starboard of the structure and pressed the fire button.

The Raptors jaw opened, and launched the drone. It was moving slowly, and moved along a heading 100 meters away from the structure made a full circle around the length, then continued around the diameter of the cylinder; sending its scans back to the wing.

“Maat,” exclaimed Torent’s radio, “We have a problem back here, something has drained the power of our raptors. Kol, Harini is investigating! Wha...What?…worms consuming power?”

“Deal with it and meet us in realspace when you are done.”

Torent trusted Harini’s skills, he was a very inventive officer, and quite capable of dealing with things. He already intended for Harini to take his place when the time was right.

Back at the Asteroid

All the raptors surrounded Harini’s leaving about a 2-meter perimeter around his vessel, and performed the power-down procedures exactly as he ordered. Harini grabbed, the breathing device, and activated a small object on his belt. He was immediately encased in the green glow of the pressure shield. He checked its power, and confirmed it was at 100%. Good, that should give him about 6 hours out of the ship. It was time to investigate what was happening. He took a breath, and placed the breathing device in his mouth. Then he touched the ceiling of his raptor. His left hand began to glow bright yellow, as he pressed up against the ceiling. He slid through the metal of his vessel and out into the depth of fluidic space. Once he was on the top of his raptor his hand stopped glowing.

The pressure was extreme, far greater than that of the oceans on homeworld, but then he was in a different space. He checked the pressure shield and confirmed it was holding, and he still had 6 hours. He climbed down and moved to the belly of his ship. He looked at the panel that covered the power system. Then he noticed it, small holes no larger than a few centimeters in diameter. Something has bored into the Nathametal plating of his ship, he assumed all the other vessels has similar problems.

“Strange, something has cut a holes into the plating covering the power system. Wraith, inform the Maat.”

Harini’s left had began to grow bright yellow again. He leaned forward putting his face into the plating. Then he saw thousands of tiny worms crawling all over the power system.

“Wraith, strange worms consuming power supplies.”

There was only one way to get out of this and that would mean flushing these worms out of all the ships.

He clapped his hands together. He left hand began to glow bright yellow, once more. He rubbed the hands together quickly, as if trying to warm them up. Molecular conversion was a simple process, once one learned the technique, but the fluid of this dimension was far more complicated that the water on homeworld. It was much more viscous, and it wasn’t water in the typical sense of the term. He concentrated, this was going to drain him, and maybe even kill him, but he had to take a chance. It was the only way to save them.

What he had planned was something he had used in underwater-unarmed combat against Torent when they were in training on homeworld. Funny, Torent wasn’t prepared for the sudden change in pressure, and fluid density and Harini was able to get the upper hand. This time it was different. This wasn’t training, and the lives of his men were in his hands.

The fluid between he hands began to bubble; he could feel the heat of it between his hands. It took ten minutes for the bubble to take shape. He focused on it continuing to move his hands, but keeping them just on the outside of the bubble. Slowly it grew, getting bigger and bigger every minute. After another ten minutes it was a meter in diameter, and he was stepping away from it every few seconds as it grew.

Fluidic space was solid liquid as all depths; this was probably the first bubble of air to have ever been formed. He smiled, and gave a small laugh, thinking of this bubble floating upward endlessly through this dimension. When the bubble, reached two meters it touched his raptor. He continued to focus on the conversion of fluid to oxygen. The pressures here required him to keep the pressure inside the bubble the same, and that was becoming more difficult as the bubble grew bigger. He was getting tired; this was using a lot of his strength.

His left hand to was glowing brighter and brighter, but the bubble was growing. When it reached four meters, he stepped into it, moving carefully enough to keep his hands on the surface of the bubble. He was feeling the fatigue of this effort. He stopped growing the bubble and focused solely on maintaining it. He kicked off his right boot, and dug his foot into the base of the asteroid. He closed his eyes, and began sensing the asteroid. The glow around his left hand changed to a bright orange. This asteroid was pocked with holes that let in the fluid. He had to seal them off. He twisted his foot to the right, and instantly they were sealed.

The bubble continued to grow, and eventually consumed his raptor, and touched the ones to the left, right, front and back of his. This effort was getting extremely difficult; he was having a hard time keeping it up, but this was necessary, or they were all dead.

“Sir, my sensors detect breathable air around you…What are you…” came the message over his radio from Wraith.

“Shut up,” replied Harini straining, “Get out here and help me, bring Gal Olok too,” he ended with raspy breath.

Wraith and Olok activated their pressure shields, and grabbed their breathers. They climbed out of their raptors in the same manner that Harini did, and then climbed down from their raptors. With their left hands glowing yellow, they walked though the wall of the bubble, which had stopped growing.

Harini was lying near the edge of the bubble wall, his left hand now glowing bright white. He raised his slightly but said nothing.

“Kol,” shouted Wraith as he and Olok ran over to their commander, “What have you done? You are consuming yourself to maintain this bubble.”

“Must, do this,” Harini struggle to say. Wraith look at Olok, “Continue building the bubble until you fill the entire cavern have the men get out of their raptors when they are all within the bubble.” He then picked up Harini, and lifted him over his shoulder. He carried him to Harini’s raptor and laid him underneath it. He then touched the hull of the raptor and his left hand glowed blue. He was pulled into the raptor. He searched the cockpit area, and cargo bay for supplies. Eventually, he found the food and drink. He climbed down out of the cockpit. There he saw all the men were out, and helping Olok build the bubble.

“Here take this,” he said to a weak Harini as he handed him the water and energy bars, “You need to regain your strength.”

“No,” Harini pushed them away as he struggled to stand up. He touched the hull of his raptor with his left hand. It glowed blue and he pulled a tool kit out of it. “We have work to do, come here.”

Standing by the plating covering the power system, Harini pulled out a cutter, and began cutting open the hull. By the time he finished cutting open the plate the bubble was completed, and filled the entire chamber. He called all the men over to him to show them what they were dealing with.



OOC: Yet another long post to tell the struggles of these men. I still have more, but my creative writing is getting sketchy. I’ll have to continue this post later.

Anyone is welcome to post. Would be happy to RP with a few`others.

Come one someone help me reolplay this...please.

I'll have a post up by Friday. I'l just edit this one. :sniper: