Iserria
02-12-2007, 08:58
It was time for Iserria to leave the confines of the system, time to cast aside the fear that had controlled them for so long. Terror had once stalked them, forcing them into hiding. Now they would return to the stars, they would not hide from any threat, no matter how overwhelming it may be. They were going forth with no burdens, no regrets and most of all, no fear!
The recently developed aerospace arm flew in tight formation over the launch platform; their role was simply to please crowds that waited eagerly for the launch of the ship that would supposedly end all their problems. In reality, it was all just propaganda, a simple way of calming a very stressed public, the first official warship that the kingdom had ever launched, of course their were more ships, secretly built in small shipyards throughout the system. What made this ship so special were the weapon systems that it had installed on it. Other features also made sense for it to be developed on planet, the first was the highly advanced Elseron research institute and the fact it was designed for aerospace combat.
In the control room, a dozen men gathered, the lead designers of the ship, which was soon to be christened Starlance, or at least they thought that was the name, but due to recent circumstances, the higher ups had gone with last minute change to Defender. However, it was the crew who made the most daring decision, inspired by ancient tales of the ship that had deceived the enemy of old, they renamed it the Dark Star. With haste the maintenance crew changed the designation; after all, the crew had been the most considerate, politely asking why certain systems were being changed from the original specifications, patiently listening to their explanations, and then politely suggesting solutions to problems mentioned. It was them who had really designed the ship, after all, and when the crew asked them to change the name, it was the best way to piss off the higher ups.
Silence fell over the crowd; the massive elevator slowly began to rise, hidden by massive screens, the official announcers began their speech, some bullshit about how the people of Iserria had absolutely nothing to fear now, that the Defender would always be there to defend them, whether the threat was external, or if fate decreed, internal. Then, massive pyrotechnic devices blew the screens apart, fireworks leapt into the sky and as the smoke cleared, cameras zoomed in on the registration, and instead of the official IPWS 0001 Defender, was IPDF 907763 Omega class Dark Star, from the crowd cheers could be heard, and across the world in bars and private dwellings people were both shocked and elated, after all every Iserrian knew about what the ship, every one knew the registration, and every one owed their current lives to that one ship.
At launch command, officials scrambled everywhere, trying desperately trying to figure out why the name had been changed, everyone had forgotten that it was the captain of the ship that had the ability to launch the ship at anytime, whether or not the control room agreed. Onboard the captain smiled at the pandemonium he had caused, he was young, impossibly young in most people’s opinions for the launching of such an important craft, but the space navy was relatively new, and as such, the bureaucratic structure was relatively new and much more responsive than other more established arms. It was not the blackmail material or amount of influence that on had that decided your position, it was how able you were at assessing and controlling a situation, the current admiral of the fleet was only thirty nine by the standard calendar, a form of measurement retained since the very beginning of Iserria, although it had been adapted to fit the 304 day circling of the sun and 26 hour day. Iserrian scientists stated that the planet had originally been on a much different cycle, but that the first colonists had changed it to suite their preferences. Now the captain of only twenty sat down at the chair that would be his first, and probably last command, but that was beside the point, this ship was his, it belonged to him, it was the only ship he would ever want to command. His name was Iearzick Drake, legendary for the only person to beat the Invader scenario with a single functioning ship, something no other commander had yet achieved. Now he gave the order that would shake the very foundation of his planets perceptions about the galaxy as a whole.
Outside, the mass driver activated, hurtling the ship along its 2.9 kilometre length, building speed the entire way. With only 300 metres to go, the Dark Stars Kolibiri star scatter mk33’s activated, increasing its speed to an incredible degree. As soon as it left the launch platforms clutches, it activated the new jump systems while inside the atmosphere, something no one had ever done before. In a flash of green, it was gone.
In Vector Space, the crew began to cheer, they had done something that no one else had done, not only had they disobeyed the entire traditional military command structure, they had activated a jump system inside an atmosphere, something most scientists believed impossible. Now they were headed to the rally point with the admiral’s ship, most likely Iearzick would be congratulated, and then ordered to stand down due to misconduct. It didn’t matter though; he was ready to face the consequences. “Sir, we have one hell of a problem, we kind of overshot the coordinates of the admiral’s fleet!” cried the lead helmsman. “Well correct it; it isn’t that hard is it?” Iearzick asked. “When I said we overshot it, we kind of left our system, and are now headed at a rate far in excess of any other recorded jump!” came the shouted reply, followed by a very nervous laugh. “You mean we caught a current in vector space that is calm? Are you kidding me? We caught a theoretical current, one that is supposedly impossible to occur without a highly advanced vector drive?” Iearzick shouted, his mind furiously thinking up the possibilities of such a discovery. “Yes sir, we are currently at a depth of four point two eight oh one, the deepest foray into vector space yet! The current we’re riding will disperse in just under thirty seconds, and will have deposited us nearly six months away from home when we leave!” replied the sensors operator. “Prepare to enter the norm, all hands, brace for a turbulent re-entry!”
The vector space gate tore space asunder, violent arches of energy slashing across the Dark Stars shields. The amount of energy released would be easily identifiable from most forms of long range sensors. In the relative calm, the Dark Star found itself in a foreign system, completely alone. Or so they hoped, for their previous contact with aliens had not been pleasant.
OOC: The http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c280/Tannishar/Ships/DarkStar.jpg (Dark Star)
It’s 173 metres long, and has a fighter compliment of 4 Demon Slayer aerospace interceptors. Its armament is 4 double railgun turrets, 16 curve beam weapons systems and 6 torpedo tubes. While small, it’s a fast manoeuvrable starship with a low tolerance, quick recharging shield system.
The recently developed aerospace arm flew in tight formation over the launch platform; their role was simply to please crowds that waited eagerly for the launch of the ship that would supposedly end all their problems. In reality, it was all just propaganda, a simple way of calming a very stressed public, the first official warship that the kingdom had ever launched, of course their were more ships, secretly built in small shipyards throughout the system. What made this ship so special were the weapon systems that it had installed on it. Other features also made sense for it to be developed on planet, the first was the highly advanced Elseron research institute and the fact it was designed for aerospace combat.
In the control room, a dozen men gathered, the lead designers of the ship, which was soon to be christened Starlance, or at least they thought that was the name, but due to recent circumstances, the higher ups had gone with last minute change to Defender. However, it was the crew who made the most daring decision, inspired by ancient tales of the ship that had deceived the enemy of old, they renamed it the Dark Star. With haste the maintenance crew changed the designation; after all, the crew had been the most considerate, politely asking why certain systems were being changed from the original specifications, patiently listening to their explanations, and then politely suggesting solutions to problems mentioned. It was them who had really designed the ship, after all, and when the crew asked them to change the name, it was the best way to piss off the higher ups.
Silence fell over the crowd; the massive elevator slowly began to rise, hidden by massive screens, the official announcers began their speech, some bullshit about how the people of Iserria had absolutely nothing to fear now, that the Defender would always be there to defend them, whether the threat was external, or if fate decreed, internal. Then, massive pyrotechnic devices blew the screens apart, fireworks leapt into the sky and as the smoke cleared, cameras zoomed in on the registration, and instead of the official IPWS 0001 Defender, was IPDF 907763 Omega class Dark Star, from the crowd cheers could be heard, and across the world in bars and private dwellings people were both shocked and elated, after all every Iserrian knew about what the ship, every one knew the registration, and every one owed their current lives to that one ship.
At launch command, officials scrambled everywhere, trying desperately trying to figure out why the name had been changed, everyone had forgotten that it was the captain of the ship that had the ability to launch the ship at anytime, whether or not the control room agreed. Onboard the captain smiled at the pandemonium he had caused, he was young, impossibly young in most people’s opinions for the launching of such an important craft, but the space navy was relatively new, and as such, the bureaucratic structure was relatively new and much more responsive than other more established arms. It was not the blackmail material or amount of influence that on had that decided your position, it was how able you were at assessing and controlling a situation, the current admiral of the fleet was only thirty nine by the standard calendar, a form of measurement retained since the very beginning of Iserria, although it had been adapted to fit the 304 day circling of the sun and 26 hour day. Iserrian scientists stated that the planet had originally been on a much different cycle, but that the first colonists had changed it to suite their preferences. Now the captain of only twenty sat down at the chair that would be his first, and probably last command, but that was beside the point, this ship was his, it belonged to him, it was the only ship he would ever want to command. His name was Iearzick Drake, legendary for the only person to beat the Invader scenario with a single functioning ship, something no other commander had yet achieved. Now he gave the order that would shake the very foundation of his planets perceptions about the galaxy as a whole.
Outside, the mass driver activated, hurtling the ship along its 2.9 kilometre length, building speed the entire way. With only 300 metres to go, the Dark Stars Kolibiri star scatter mk33’s activated, increasing its speed to an incredible degree. As soon as it left the launch platforms clutches, it activated the new jump systems while inside the atmosphere, something no one had ever done before. In a flash of green, it was gone.
In Vector Space, the crew began to cheer, they had done something that no one else had done, not only had they disobeyed the entire traditional military command structure, they had activated a jump system inside an atmosphere, something most scientists believed impossible. Now they were headed to the rally point with the admiral’s ship, most likely Iearzick would be congratulated, and then ordered to stand down due to misconduct. It didn’t matter though; he was ready to face the consequences. “Sir, we have one hell of a problem, we kind of overshot the coordinates of the admiral’s fleet!” cried the lead helmsman. “Well correct it; it isn’t that hard is it?” Iearzick asked. “When I said we overshot it, we kind of left our system, and are now headed at a rate far in excess of any other recorded jump!” came the shouted reply, followed by a very nervous laugh. “You mean we caught a current in vector space that is calm? Are you kidding me? We caught a theoretical current, one that is supposedly impossible to occur without a highly advanced vector drive?” Iearzick shouted, his mind furiously thinking up the possibilities of such a discovery. “Yes sir, we are currently at a depth of four point two eight oh one, the deepest foray into vector space yet! The current we’re riding will disperse in just under thirty seconds, and will have deposited us nearly six months away from home when we leave!” replied the sensors operator. “Prepare to enter the norm, all hands, brace for a turbulent re-entry!”
The vector space gate tore space asunder, violent arches of energy slashing across the Dark Stars shields. The amount of energy released would be easily identifiable from most forms of long range sensors. In the relative calm, the Dark Star found itself in a foreign system, completely alone. Or so they hoped, for their previous contact with aliens had not been pleasant.
OOC: The http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c280/Tannishar/Ships/DarkStar.jpg (Dark Star)
It’s 173 metres long, and has a fighter compliment of 4 Demon Slayer aerospace interceptors. Its armament is 4 double railgun turrets, 16 curve beam weapons systems and 6 torpedo tubes. While small, it’s a fast manoeuvrable starship with a low tolerance, quick recharging shield system.