NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a quiet day, the sun was out over Tyrian, troops we're running on the ground, APC's and hover tanks at the corners of streets as massive glassy and glimering metal buildings towered over head, police sirens whaled in the distance, the senate was still in full session talking about matters and the war. the space above the planet was heavily fortified, the 1500 ships assigned to attack the death star withdrew , including the death knight back to Tyrian to defend the capital, they're massive ominous bodies shimmered gently in the blueish light from the star of tyrian, the planet below blue, green and aqua color.

Jack miller sat in federal Hall, his back turned to a window over looking liberty city , the massive sky scrapers gleamed in the darkness of space , shimmering gently, his hands placed on the desk in front of him, as he peered out in to the colonial flag, his body shimmering gently with white sun light.

. . . it was the waiting game now plans in the works... an unknown future.


(OOC: this is closed)

Ba’El approached the Tyrian system. He had spent the past few hours going through the catalog in the shuttle’s database trying to determine the best ship to emulate. He had chosen a Firefly model because they are common enough to not be noticed if there was an extra one hanging around. He had fed the schematics into the Shipmind and they had taken the shape of the small freighter. He would pose as a freighter looking for freight. He adjusted the engines so they would seem to be malfunctioning, producing a slight ion trail leading vaguely in the direction of Terra Prime. He would claim to have gotten damaged when he took off from the system as the Imperials arrived. His crew was left behind on planet delivering cargo. He knew there were many such ships with similar stories that were absolutely true.

Approaching the planet, he observed the heightened security and was stopped by a patrol. When his identity was demanded, he cut his engine power down real low so the ion cloud would slowly start forming.

“This is Captain Kyle Arnenson. I cut my engines down as far as I dare, she might not start if I took her down all the way. I had to take off from Terra Prime when those damn Imperials showed up. I even took a hit in my port engine. She is smoking something bad and I think I lost my crew. I need to find a cargo so I can get the engine fixed. Would you know where I can get a crew?”

Demeter cruisers Floated ominously over the small transport, war ships and civilian transports could be seen all around. The star port sent a reply.

you may land, but first your ships needs to be searched, please proceed to star dock omega Zulu, you will be escorted , you may beam off of your ship but you will be searched and scanned inside the star port, thank you


Tyrian looked almost like terra prime, but the surface was covered in more water, billions of people lived on the world, you could see glimering grey masses concentrated all over the planet, signifying major cities, Lines of Freighters and transports we're stretching as far as the eye could see in to space as military ships floated by they're weapons activated and sheilds up, FTLI was engaged as well. massive stations floated over the world, they're gun ports open, sheilds activated, hard sheilds had engulfed the planet as well in a some what light blueish hue they would not make the same mistake again, hard sheilds we're designed some time ago to withstand planet busting super beams like death star strikes, terra primes sheilds were deactivated at the governments folly. Troops armed with assault rifles shot guns and Sub machine guns marched in formation around the star port and trade stations, police officers in power armor , and swat uniforms armed with disruptor's and stun batons moved along as well. All seeing eye class of drones moved about photographing and streaming video from all over, the surface was no different but was more secure.

As down below Armed troops in power armor and heavy body armor marched along in columns and formations down city streets, followed by light assault rovers, mechanized units and tanks, Military police and armored police units swept the streets clashing with small groups of protesters as they attempted to secure the area.

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The senate was equally secure If not more so, tanks and armored troopers lined the streets around the senate. Anti orbital batteries could be seen dotting the ground, snipers on the roof, and man portable anti orbital missile troops lined the roof. Gun ships and fighters moved above gently shimmering in the blue sun of Tyrian. Research institutes had already Begun anti GE research, mobile hard sheilds, Hyprionic technology that was still in its infancy. Ship mounted mega disruptor's... so on..

The Firefly Freighter sat in line, its damaged engine producing a large ion cloud of smoke. The ships following behind were getting rather irate at the ship and the unknown captain. If they had horns, there would have been angry honking and a few words exchanged. Thank goodness for the vaccume of space.

When the military craft came alongside the firefly, Ba’El triggered the genetic bomb of the clone he was occupying and stepped out of it. The Captain, simply a clone whose identity matched the records for the freighter, collapsed as he was having a stroke. The entry of the guards was carefully timed with the collapse so it would be observed as a genuine medical emergency. When assistance was called, Ba’El walked immaterially out with the paramedics as they took the quivering captain to the med lab. Ba’El was not creating any form of projection so he would not be seen.

He followed the EMT personal until he saw an opportunity to hop aboard a transport returning to the surface, preferably to one that was heading near the senate chambers.

While the Capitan was being taken to the med lab, a massive passenger shuttle was being readied for launch, they're 2 ports one for cargo and one for civilian personnel as a las bording call was made Ba’El had sunk in to the open cargo port that was just closed right behind him by personnel going on a lunch brake, snaking his way in between large boxes and sensor apparatuses.


The shuttle had moved away from the docking port using thrusters, the craft starting to glimmer in the blue light of the sun, its engines firing up as it started to move towards the planet, the view was astounding massive cities and glimering structures miles high could be seen as the shuttle moved silently down towards the planet barely shaking. the stewardess button began flicking oddly with a dinging noise, radio chatter could be heard all through the cabin and cargo hold.


"Bloody hell!" a stewardess said as she walked back quickly with a flaming dinner the sprinkler and fire suppression systems activating and coving the area as the fire went out, she ran back future throwing it in to the waste processing unit, the shuttle finally landed with nearly no incident, besides the problem in the front with a tribble infestation and a baby dragon taking up three seats. The shuttle docked and landed with a swoosh and mechanical noise, in to a large open star port with gates poking out of the large cylindrical building in front of it. Another stewardess stood up and smiled motioning people out as well as some one with that pet dragon. "Thank you for flying Union star shuttle services may you have a pleasant day" as people moved out suddenly the stewardess moved back tripped and fell on to a dinner cart rolled in back crashed in to a wall and fell in to a a bunch of stored flan half eaten out by tribbles....

Ba’El slipped from the cargo hold, remaining invisible and immaterial in his natural form. He wandered over to a guidemap showing the local landmarks and located the senate building. He checked his location with the maps he had studied before. He then hopped a public transport to the government center.

After arriving he stood back and watched the security from the shadows. He kept his mind carefully shielded because if there were ant Psi Snoopers, they would be here. He then wandered into the subway system and located a heavily chained and locked gate. Slipping through the bars, Ba’El moved along the utility corridor following the power and phone lines to the Senate Building.

He had to be careful because he did not know what sort of security there was inside the building.

The Holo lines lead him in to the center of the capitol building, P-12 troopers sat behind looking over, they're joint presence scanning around, Ba’El had stayed with in the confines of the holo projector peering around, he saw armed marines, PSI troopers , over watch, and capital police with assault rifles, PSI guns and disruptor's all pointing around and patrolling, the senate was discussing the war with an animation of federal territories and cluster worlds , position of enemy forces and such, Jack was still there, it was only a few hours before he would leave how ever, as he would have to make a situation report to the senate before moving to a secure facility.

Ba’El stopped where he was and made sure his Mind Blank defenses were fully in place. They would make his mind invisible to any who were to look for him. He had felt the searching minds above and made sure they would not find him. He crouched where his immaterial form stopped and carefully searched passively by feeling our the emissions their searching minds made, much the same way a submarine finds ships by listening to the noise they make.

He examined the minds and determined their threat. They were mid level Class C minds, stronger than most but not really a Threat other than raising an alarm. He would have to neutralize them so he could act without fear of being discovered. How to do it without raising alarms? He checked the location of each guard to see if they were patrolling or if they would be hidden like a sniper. He also checked to see if there was a location he could work from that would be outside their ranges, a dead spot they could not detect him while he was busy working, perhaps a room under or over the senate chamber.

*BUMP*

It's been two weeks...your turn to post.

TFU informed me he was taking a break from NS. This RP is done and closed.

The mission was carried out as we both agreed OOCly resulting in my collecting the copies inbedded in the gems after I position myself in a key location to have access to the members. I would then sneak aboard a cargo shuttle to get off planet and bounce between the orbital stations using interconnecting flights until I get back to my ship at which time I would flee.

This was agreed upon before we started this Thread but since he abandoned it, the events happened and this is officially over.