The Fedral Union
12-12-2007, 01:03
Star port indigo gamma sector, 5000 light years from new sol-
Ships gently shimmered in the darkness, their backs lit with green and bluish flames as they moved towards large docking rings built in to the massive rough hulled station that orbited like a beacon of light in the utter darkness and silence of space. It was a way station. For solders, engineers, traders and people alike, the Terran federation maintained it namely to facilitate expansion towards the outer reaches of the galaxy.
“That’s the last of it!” Said a portly old man standing at the door way of a long and winding metal corridor lit with monochrome white lighting, his body was built and tall, his hair grey and balding, he was the foreman of the star port indigo, in gamma sector, receiving and sending out supplies for federation colonist and posthuman settlements in the outer rim. Like all Terrans in the Federation, his body was infused with nanites, his bones made of super flexible metal, his brain artificial, and organs augmented with cyber parts. He could easily link up to any computer on the station or on planet to get things done.
He motioned the last of some cargo being brought aboard the station on hover carts, of course security officers at a nearby checkpoint had to check all the cargo out, and internal sensors of the station scanned it against threats. It was odd cargo; marines had been escorting it from the UTS Orion that had recently docked on to the station following a mission to the rim. The marines marched down the hall towards the check point, their heavy boots clanking on the metal ground of the station; they were cyborgs, better faster and smarter than human soldiers.
The commander of the Indigo was a man named john styles, he was as always in the control room, looking out of the holo viewers out in to the busy space around the port, hundreds of ships docking un docking and moving around the beacon, he sighed wandering closer to the window in front of him, his tall skinny yet semi muscular body emphasized by his navy blue uniform, his soft hands put in back of him as he was standing like he was at ease , he sighed gently cursing to himself this boring assignment.
Little did he know the artifacts brought onboard the station were important, really important, and had been earmarked by several factions to claim as their own. These artifacts belonged to an ancient race that had long ascended out of their physical being. Other than that nothing was known, the commander wanted just to get out of the mundanely uninteresting work of the station before he would caterwaul and go insane. With those thoughts he turned over to his first officer L.T Commander Sandra Johnson sat on a chair looking up to styles as he began to speak, her long brown hair glimmering like silk.
“Sandra” He said with a smile coughing then going on putting his hands to his side again. “I want you to take charge I need a brake” he said as he turned around already wandering towards the door waving his hand as he exited the door swooshing open in front of him then closing as he exited.
On the Orion things were different, Commander Xavier Sat back in his conference room looking at his senior officers, his chief of security, a Tormulan By the name of Drado was already speaking in his deep growling like voice.
“Not much is known about these artifacts, however according to our translations of the inscriptions on the walls of that tomb, they seem to be valuable and dangerous, and many warnings came with them. The only common inscription that we found were those of gryphon’s and other mythical beast “
Xavier responded as he thought of what his Lizard like friend said. “Ok well we know it’s important, and we know there is one other part to it however we don’t know what it does fully, but we do know who ever finds that last part to this thing will have untold amounts of power and cannot be allowed to control it” He said that with a harsh and loud voice as his smooth white hands folded in front of him, he peered to his crew, nodding to his chief engineer. Who stood up he looked around and wandered to stand near Drado at the head of the table.
“We know Parts of this device emit exotic radiation, this radiation is deadly it affects ship systems as well, the cases they were found in shields us from them, we don’t know what this energy is, but we can tell that it could be used as a weapon to destroy ships, you saw what it did to Higgins, it’s also a paradox the pieces exist in more than one dimension and universe, or so it seems from our scans, we can’t be entirely sure.”
Xavier said with a sigh standing up and crossing his arms together his muscular tall body adorned with the naval blue uniform worn by officers of the fleet. “We have been assigned to protect this area of space from opportunist, its obvious that they will attempt to get their hands on this artifacts, we will see new and old enemies alike, This is on a need to know basis only, even the station commander wasn’t briefed on this, however the chief of security of the station was. We are to undock and begin patrols around the station perimeter at once”
The large Cruiser suddenly cleared its moorings, its massive retro thrusters pushing it back as it spined, its massive body glimmering in whatever light was present from the nebula a few light years away, its ominously large body loomed over the smaller trade ships of the area, this was a brand new cruiser class, second ship of its class, it was replacing standard federation cruisers slowly but surely.
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Warringtonclass.png
Security around the objects was tight, AI, turrets, marines and Mini guns dotted the room they were in, sensors of the most advanced calibers were placed in to it. Xavier had an idea he would wait for who ever wanted these things to come and try to take them, then he would go after the last piece he wanted to make sure all of this was secure and ready. It was the waiting game now.
As standard with clack ops procedure, he sent a request to federation fleet command to send two smaller light cruisers and destroyers to assist him but they would not arrive for another few hours, due to finalization on their shakedowns .
(OOC: Ok, A note for people this rp will have to be long and plot driven as well as have character Development, human and emotional conditions take place here, people who want wealth power , nations who want wealth power and domination will have to be used to try to pry pieces of this device from my hands, and you’ll also have to do a race type thing to get the last piece, it’s a plot device I don’t intend to let anyone use its Ub3r god power, what happens to it in the end is a surprise. So hope you like and lets go do this thing!)
Ships gently shimmered in the darkness, their backs lit with green and bluish flames as they moved towards large docking rings built in to the massive rough hulled station that orbited like a beacon of light in the utter darkness and silence of space. It was a way station. For solders, engineers, traders and people alike, the Terran federation maintained it namely to facilitate expansion towards the outer reaches of the galaxy.
“That’s the last of it!” Said a portly old man standing at the door way of a long and winding metal corridor lit with monochrome white lighting, his body was built and tall, his hair grey and balding, he was the foreman of the star port indigo, in gamma sector, receiving and sending out supplies for federation colonist and posthuman settlements in the outer rim. Like all Terrans in the Federation, his body was infused with nanites, his bones made of super flexible metal, his brain artificial, and organs augmented with cyber parts. He could easily link up to any computer on the station or on planet to get things done.
He motioned the last of some cargo being brought aboard the station on hover carts, of course security officers at a nearby checkpoint had to check all the cargo out, and internal sensors of the station scanned it against threats. It was odd cargo; marines had been escorting it from the UTS Orion that had recently docked on to the station following a mission to the rim. The marines marched down the hall towards the check point, their heavy boots clanking on the metal ground of the station; they were cyborgs, better faster and smarter than human soldiers.
The commander of the Indigo was a man named john styles, he was as always in the control room, looking out of the holo viewers out in to the busy space around the port, hundreds of ships docking un docking and moving around the beacon, he sighed wandering closer to the window in front of him, his tall skinny yet semi muscular body emphasized by his navy blue uniform, his soft hands put in back of him as he was standing like he was at ease , he sighed gently cursing to himself this boring assignment.
Little did he know the artifacts brought onboard the station were important, really important, and had been earmarked by several factions to claim as their own. These artifacts belonged to an ancient race that had long ascended out of their physical being. Other than that nothing was known, the commander wanted just to get out of the mundanely uninteresting work of the station before he would caterwaul and go insane. With those thoughts he turned over to his first officer L.T Commander Sandra Johnson sat on a chair looking up to styles as he began to speak, her long brown hair glimmering like silk.
“Sandra” He said with a smile coughing then going on putting his hands to his side again. “I want you to take charge I need a brake” he said as he turned around already wandering towards the door waving his hand as he exited the door swooshing open in front of him then closing as he exited.
On the Orion things were different, Commander Xavier Sat back in his conference room looking at his senior officers, his chief of security, a Tormulan By the name of Drado was already speaking in his deep growling like voice.
“Not much is known about these artifacts, however according to our translations of the inscriptions on the walls of that tomb, they seem to be valuable and dangerous, and many warnings came with them. The only common inscription that we found were those of gryphon’s and other mythical beast “
Xavier responded as he thought of what his Lizard like friend said. “Ok well we know it’s important, and we know there is one other part to it however we don’t know what it does fully, but we do know who ever finds that last part to this thing will have untold amounts of power and cannot be allowed to control it” He said that with a harsh and loud voice as his smooth white hands folded in front of him, he peered to his crew, nodding to his chief engineer. Who stood up he looked around and wandered to stand near Drado at the head of the table.
“We know Parts of this device emit exotic radiation, this radiation is deadly it affects ship systems as well, the cases they were found in shields us from them, we don’t know what this energy is, but we can tell that it could be used as a weapon to destroy ships, you saw what it did to Higgins, it’s also a paradox the pieces exist in more than one dimension and universe, or so it seems from our scans, we can’t be entirely sure.”
Xavier said with a sigh standing up and crossing his arms together his muscular tall body adorned with the naval blue uniform worn by officers of the fleet. “We have been assigned to protect this area of space from opportunist, its obvious that they will attempt to get their hands on this artifacts, we will see new and old enemies alike, This is on a need to know basis only, even the station commander wasn’t briefed on this, however the chief of security of the station was. We are to undock and begin patrols around the station perimeter at once”
The large Cruiser suddenly cleared its moorings, its massive retro thrusters pushing it back as it spined, its massive body glimmering in whatever light was present from the nebula a few light years away, its ominously large body loomed over the smaller trade ships of the area, this was a brand new cruiser class, second ship of its class, it was replacing standard federation cruisers slowly but surely.
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Warringtonclass.png
Security around the objects was tight, AI, turrets, marines and Mini guns dotted the room they were in, sensors of the most advanced calibers were placed in to it. Xavier had an idea he would wait for who ever wanted these things to come and try to take them, then he would go after the last piece he wanted to make sure all of this was secure and ready. It was the waiting game now.
As standard with clack ops procedure, he sent a request to federation fleet command to send two smaller light cruisers and destroyers to assist him but they would not arrive for another few hours, due to finalization on their shakedowns .
(OOC: Ok, A note for people this rp will have to be long and plot driven as well as have character Development, human and emotional conditions take place here, people who want wealth power , nations who want wealth power and domination will have to be used to try to pry pieces of this device from my hands, and you’ll also have to do a race type thing to get the last piece, it’s a plot device I don’t intend to let anyone use its Ub3r god power, what happens to it in the end is a surprise. So hope you like and lets go do this thing!)