NationStates Jolt Archive

If one were to wander the Galactic South-West corner of the Milky
Way Galaxy, they might come accross a secluded area known as the
Auburn System. It's nothing really special. A standard yellow
sun, with four rocky inner planets and two large gas giant outer
planets. Oh, and a large, thick, asteroid field between them.
Now, if one were brave and crazy enough to fly into the asteroid
field, they would have a few challenges before getting to the
large, massive rocks in the center. First, there's the obvious
thousands of small, fast, flying rocks. Second, the ion storms
that cover the outer edges of the field every now and then.
Finally, an intricate and deadly defense system that can shoot
down a fast moving fighter in a single shot. But if you can make
it past all of that, you'd reach the heart of the asteroid field.
Eleven large rocks about half the size of a small moon. A place
the locals call the Auburn Hills....

Jonny tried to cover his fear as he walked towards the Director's
office. The rocky corridors of the asteroid, Delta 1, were dark
and damp. As two SPARTAN Enforcers stood gaurd, he glanced down,
expecting to see puddles of sweat at their feet. Meanwhile, the
sight of their phaser rifles caused sweat to cover his own
forehead. Another few meters, and he was at the door. He
reached out for the chime, but like always was beaten to it.
The door opened, and Jonny stepped into a large, well-lit, and
surprisingly cool and dry office. The floor was covered with a
large carving of the Organizations symbol. Behind a massive
desk, was the Director. He was a human, only 25 years of age,
with jet-black hair and bright red eyes. "Jonny," he said,
"Welcome back! I trust your trip went well?"
"N-n-not exactly, s-sir," Jonny stuttered.
"What do you mean?" the Director asked, "What happened?"
"It wasn't my fault! Honest!" Jonny cried. "I did everything
like you told me. Picked up the cargo and everything. Then
those two Star Destroyers came out of nowhere and-"
"Star Destroyers? Really?" Sarcasm filled the Director's voice.
"Come now, Jonny. You know better then that."
"Really! They wern't supposed to be there!" He was begging now,
"I did what you said! I tried!"
"Jonny, Jonny, Jonny," The Director stood up and walked around
to lean on the front of the desk. "This is the second time
you've lost a cargo. There will not be a third."
"But... But..."
The Director raised his right hand, "Demon."
"Sir." A small creature (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Demon.jpg), about four feet tall, seamed to appear
from thin air next to the Director. Jonny almost fainted when he
saw it. "No.. please! I'll try again! I'll-"
"Enough!" the Director cut him off. He pointed a finger at the
cowering man, "Jonny... You're fired."
Demon moved so fast that the poor man never saw him move. One
second it was before him, then behind. But he did notice the
pain. "I-" was all he could get out before collapsing on the
ground. "Now them, said the Director as he returned to his
chair, "It seams I need a new freighter captain." He hit a
button on the desk, and two battered R2 units entered the office.
They grabbed the body with their grasper arms, avoiding the hole
through the stomach, and dragged it away. "Dinobot!"
"Yes sir,"
"Locate Captain Jonny Mace's ship. Have it towed to the shipyard
(ooc: located in another of the large asteroids) and scrapped!"
"Should I save a piece of the hull for your collection?"
"Please."
"Understood. It will be done. Out."
The Director sat back in his big, green leather chair. "Good
help is so hard to come by..."

(OOC: This is an OPEN thread. Feel free to use it as you see
fit. Please, try to stick to lawless characters. The Auburn Hills is a black-market community, full of pirates, smugglers, thugs, etc. Anything goes, unless it involves my characters. However,
anyone else in my organization, thugs, workers, etc., is open for
anyone's use [ex. need a random guy to get shot, etc.]. Stop for
repairs, business, set up a shop, whatever. The ONLY law is
whatever my main character, the Director, happens to say at any given
time. Of the 11 asteroids, the main one with the biggest 'city' is Delta 1. The largest is filled wih dock yards, drydocks, and shipyards, and is called Sherman Hill. Name the other nine as you see fit. Do whatever you'd like. Just remember, I'm in charge...)

John Bradley sat at the helm of his ship, the Fighting Falcon (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Piratecruiser.jpg) . The old YJ-class freighter had been modified to serve as his personal pirate ship. Now, he was guiding his ship into Docking Bay 4 on Sherman Hill.
"Easy, easy..." muttered his 1st mate.
"Will you be quiet!" Bradley snapped, "I can't concentrate with you breathing over my shoulder!"
The ship slowly moved forward, and with a load clank, was down. "There." Bradley got up from the helm. "Secure the ship. I'm going ashore for supplies."
"Don't forget to find a buyer for the cargo," reminded his 1st mate.
"Yah, Yah. Don't worry," Bradley replied. "I got everything under control." he left the bridge and down the boarding ramp into the hanger. Docking bay 4 was one of the smaller bays, and his ship barley fit inside. He left the bay and headed down the rocky corridor. He passed dozens of spacers of all types, from drunkerds, gamblers, thieves, dockworkers, you name it. after about 15 minutes of walking, he entered the largest bar on the asteroid, Docking Bay 0. He sat down at the bar and was greeted by a sexy blond girl, no older than 19. "Hey, Jonny! Long time no see!"
"What's up, Erica?" he replied. "Still working the room, I see." "Hey, whatever pays, right?" She sat down on his lap. "So, where've you been?"
"Oh, here and there. Had a few runs out of Imperial space. Nothing special."
"Sure," she mocked, "I know you better then that!"
"Where's you buddy Jen?" Bradley asked.
Erica pointed to the back of the bar, where another girl her age, but with red-gold streaked hair, was 'entertaining' another customer. "Making her rounds. I'l tell her to come say 'hi'." Then she left and headed to another customer. Bradley turned to the bartender. "I'll have a Mike's," he ordered. He then began to survey the bar. "So, know anyone looking to buy a load of photon torpedo caseings?"

(OOC: leaving this one open for anyone to join as a buyer, bartender, or bar customer. Oh, and the Jen and Erica characters are the only 'bar girls' that work Docking Bay 00...)

ooc: bump for my ft nation...

Duke (http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x21/downlink_II/too-human-20070516040220781.jpg) at 2 meters tall had got a ride out to god less place just to get away for it all and all he had with him was his Rilfe,handgun , knife ,his armour he was wearing,spare clothes in a backpack and money thats all he had left when the War ended

"fuck it" he said as he enters the Bar and takes a seat

Erica approached the newcomer, taking note of the weapons on his person. She, like Jen, was only wareing a bra, panties, and silk shirt held together in front by a loose string. "Need some company?" she asked while brushing a hand accross his cheek. "You look like ya just came from a fight..."

Erica approached the newcomer, taking note of the weapons on his person. She, like Jen, was only wareing a bra, panties, and silk shirt held together in front by a loose string. "Need some company?" she asked while brushing a hand accross his cheek. "You look like ya just came from a fight..."

"sit" said Duke as he pull her to his lap

"last fight i was in was that last battle of the Wraith war as a Captain in the Republic Army"

"Captain, huh?" asked Erica as she got 'comfortable'. "I know another guy who says he's a captain." She pointed at John Bradley, a few stools away. "That's John. He's Captain of his own ship. Did you have a ship too?"

Meanwhile, two figures in full armor suits with gold visors entered the bar. They carried phaser rifles, and must have decided that the bar was 'safe', as they stepped aside to let a young man enter. He wore a black business suit and moved to sit in a booth near the back of the bar. Jen imediatly left her 'client' and went to his side, while the guards waited at the entrance...

"i was in the Army not Navy and commanded Troops not a ship"said Duke to Erica as he eyes her up and down

"OH, i get it," Erica replied. "Army. Well, we don't have one of those here. Just a bunch of those Enforcers," she points to the two armored guards. "They leave us alone. Unless the Director," she points at the business man, "thinks that you're a problem. But I think you'll fit in nicely," Erica comments with a wink, while wrapping her legs around Duke's chest...

(ooc: smaller girls, not very big, if you get what i mean...:rolleyes:)

"pfff they leave me alone ,i'll keep out their way and we be happy" Duke said as Erica was wrapping her legs around his chest

"tell me what can a veteran soldier do for fun" Duke ask as he takes a 9.5mm x 40 bullet out of a pocket and flips it btween his fingers

OOC:

I don't have much time during the day to make but one post, so I'll post my entry first. I hope you don't mind, been wanting to RP my pirates.

IC:

Beyond the outer fringes of the Auburn System, past the last gas giant, all was quiet expect for the occasional noise from the radiation pouring off the outer planets. Sensor logs would more than likely be useless out here, especially since the interference would be so high with four large Gas Giants in the same general vicinity. It was also the perfect place to begin an entry. Not for military purposes, mind you. Just for someone who was quite paranoid about keeping his hide intact.

The view of the stars past the last Gas Giant was quite beautiful. The Milky Way undisturbed by man-made light sources, and the core of the galaxy lighting the deadly darkness of space. No noise, no sounds, no readings. Then, suddenly, a signature burst, then the sound of three Dyne 577 radial atomizer engines ignited the silence of the sensor void. In the tranquil place of the star field, a Consular Class Space Cruiser (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Consular-class_space_cruiser) had taken it's place, obscuring the view of the heavily-lighted nebula in the distance.

Used mainly for diplomatic and merchant missions, the Consular wasn't spectacular at only 115 meters. Normally, no armaments were placed on the ship. But as everyone knows, people sometimes mod their vehicles to suit their profession.

Painted a light blue, instead of the normal diplomatic red, a Skull and Crossbones was visible on the side of the bridge of the Consular. Obviously, this wasn't a merchant or diplomatic craft. Anyone reading the signature would find a forged merchant code from the Galactic Republic of Anagonia, used to great success telling by the condition of the ship. Currently, the Consular looked as if it was unarmed. A tactical ploy to the quick glance, but underneath lay four laser batteries and two turbo-laser turrets. All of which had been elegantly modified to hide underneath the protruding sides of the Space Cruiser.

Once the Consular retained its bearings, it begin to ignite its sub light drives and head past the gas giants. It would of hyperspace in further, but the disturbance from the large planets was just too great. No one wanted to end up as atoms for all eternity, especially the Captain.

On the Bridge of the Dark Raider

Captain Dimitri Molokov stood in the small area designated as the bridge. Around him his crew of eight worked to maintain the ship itself. Being a Consular, the crew capacity was extremely limited. Dimitri would have preferred a Correllian Gunship over anything, but the cost of hiring and maintaining a crew for a freelancer these days was too high for him to afford. If it wasn't for the odd devotion of his fellow pirates, Dimitri would have admittedly went back to the legal side of things.

But as everyone knows, in any nation at any time, theres always a few that want to do the daring part of life. Dimitri's crew was no expection. Their captain was notorious for raiding merchant ships with the biggest loot. Many times, the cargo they raided came out to be more than the ship itself. Payoffs were getting good, especially for this time of the trading season. Now, with a decent supply of Denar's stored away for emergencies, and the fact that ship supplies were running low, Dimitri thought an expedition to a far-out Pirate Hangout was in order.

After all, every crew needed leave, didn't they?

"No contacts, we got in clean." The ships tactical officer was an infamous two-timed criminal. Angoli had joined Dimitri's crew a few years back, and never regretted it. Being Komodren, a reptilian special native to Anagonia, she brought with her not only the strength of four men, but the cunning and capacity of a keen hunter. Her tactical skills were, of course, exceptional. "I believe Sherman Hills should be around in that asteroid field."

"A day's sublight would get us there." The ships navigation officer was a dishonorably discharged Republic Marine. Michael Uthan had, for the first ten years of his service, done well. But when the Imperial Wars came about, he killed a few too many civilians and was spotted for removal. Not one to kid around with, Dimitri had a high respect for Michael. He had joined the crew about the same time as Angoli. "I suspect if we don't overdo it like last time, our repairs should be minimal."

Dimitri Nodded, the other six crew members had gone to the back to prepare for dock leave. They were the crew who's job was to get killed first, and so they didn't matter beyond getting the job done. That was how Dimitri did things on his ship. To each of their faces he had told them they would get perish before his officers did. But, he had added, their pay would be well worth it. Apparently it was good enough for them to get killed over, as many of them had stayed. For those that perished, their payment was shipped to their next of kin. Dimitri may be a pirate, but he always payed his cannon fodder for protecting his crew's life.

"Alright," came the heavy russian-influenced english, "I suppose we should stay in the shadows of the Gas Giants until we near the asteroids." He looked at Angoli, "I don't want no mistakes this time."

Angoli snarled, "Aye Captain." She went about making sure to keep in the shadows.

"I'll be preparing the list of supplies, until then call me when I'm needed." He looked to Michael, "Keep her intact or I'll have your head."

Michael just smirked, and went about driving the ship. Dimitri then left the bridge area for his personal quarters. Once there, he got his PAD device and began his routine inspection of the ships rations and supplies.

(OOC: Anagonia, the more, the better. And I almost forgot: All six planets in the Auburn system are open to whomever wants them, as long as the Auburn Hills asteroid field remains mine...)

Erica eyed the weapon as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "For fun, huh? Well, you could always hit the range. It's an abandoned tunnel the Enforcers use for target practice. But," she leaned in close, "I know of more, 'private' activities. For a small fee, of course," she said with a wink. Bradley had finished his drink, and walked past the 'couple'. "Watch out for this one," he said to Duke. "She can get a little, fiesty."
"Shut up!" said Erica with a laugh. "Can't you see I'm 'busy' here?" Bradley laughed, and walked over to the Director's table. "Sorry about him," Erica said to Duke. "Old boyfriends can be such a pain..."

Bradley walked up to the table. "Hey Jen, Roman. How's business."
Jen smiled at Bradley, while Roman relaxed the arm he had around her. "Doing alright," he replied. "Had to fire my delievery boy, though." His fire-red eyes lit up, "You looking for a new job?"
"Maybe. What's it paying?"
"Standard rate. Plus bonus upon completion."
"I'll have to get back to you," Bradley replied.
"Don't take too long," said Roman. "I'd hate to have to send Demon after you..."

OOC:

I'll post one more to get my story going. You can detect me if you like.

EDIT:

Thanks, and okay. I'll try to post again tonight. Maybe I'll start a gas mining operation on one of the gas giants, eh?

IC:

Dimitri was in the cargo hold of the Dark Raider inspecting the various plunder they had acquired over the past month. So far, they had over Ten Thousand Denar's worth of acquisitions. Definitely not enough to add an upgrade, but just enough to repair the ship and pay off his officers and crew for a full six months. He was lucky to have Angoli and Michael, damn lucky. If not for the fact that they mainly stuck around out of loyalty, he would be broke now. Paying off six freelance pirates was hard enough.

He placed the top of his PAD to scan another container. He smiled, a rare show of emotion on his part. The Ten Thousand just jumped to Twenty, an odd thing indeed to happen for such unworthy pirated things. He called for the droid, an "acquired" B2 Super Battle Droid refitted for cargo purposes. It still had its arm laser, and was good for ship security, but other than helping the Captain for cargo it was useless.

"Yes sir?" The B2 unit extended it's head to look at the box, "Right away sir."

In a moment the mechanical strength of the B2 had lifted and placed the box in front of Dimitri. The Droid even opened the container. It stood to the side, at attention, and retracted its head into its body. Dimirti nodded and inspected the load, finding Novarium Crystals inside. He nearly had a heart attack. These things were worth in the hundreds of Denars alone. Now he had ten-thousand denars worth of them on his ship! Outstanding.

"Put it away, Nemesis." He motioned towards the container, "top and all." The B2 unit extended its head again, and did as instructed. It even organized the containers next to it. Dimitri smirked, then logged his findings in his PAD for the merchant exchange that was undoubtably to take place.

"Sir, Angoli is here to see you." Dimitri looked back to see the B2 unit motioning towards his Tactical Officer. "Very good Nemesis, you may leave now." Nemesis retracted its head and started back to the aft of the cargo bay, going back to whatever it was doing before hand. Dimirti looked to Angoli. "You didn't screw my ship up, did you?"

Another snarl, this one audible. "No Captain, I merely came to ask a question." Dimitri looked at his PAD, acting as if he was busy. "Surely you have better things to do, like looking after my damn ship." Angoli came closer, leaning on the container next to Dimitri. A defiant stance, if any. "Very well," Dimitri submitted with a sigh and looking at her, "What is it?"

Angoli crossed her scaled arms across her chest, her tail was twitching as if something was on her mind. "Be it inappropriate, I don't care. What do we want with these thugs here?" Dimitri looked suprised, "Thugs? Oh my, for shame you hunk of scaled crap. We are all thugs here. Don't you know?" Angoli merely blinked, "I mean what are we doing." Dimirti shook his head, "If you haven't noticed, we are low on supplies and arms. I'd like to continue raiding with food and water. I doubt you'd like yourself on the dinner table."

The Komodren clicked her teeth together, a sign of irritation. "You wouldn't dare." Dimitri huffed, "I've done worse things." Angoli gave a suprised look, looking past Dimitri to see what it was doing. "Seriously," she pressed. Dimitri looked at her after scanning his PAD once more, "I want a base of operations, they may provide it. I want to keep my crew happy. I want to continue to pay my crew. I want, I want, I want." He waved his hand in an angry fashion, "Got it?"

"Glad you care," she said. There was a visible smile on her snout. She turned to leave for the bridge.

Dimitri sighed, the B2 unit coming up to him. "Sir, may I have a word?" Dimitri, surprised, looked towards the B2. "What is it?" The B2's head extended, looking around. "I may be harsh in my examinations, but I do have interests too. May I, at your permission, achieve leave with you?" Dimitri nearly shook his head in disbelief! The only droids that had a sense of want and sentience were the Droidekans. This B2 was definitely not one, scans showed it. Or had he missed something. Too shocked for a formal reply, he merely nodded. "Thank you sir," The B2 replied as it left to continue its task elsewhere, leaving Dimitri puzzled.

After a few moments of recovering himself, and glad to see no one saw the expression on his face but the droid, he left for his quarters. He was getting too old for these surprises.

(OOC: Anagonia, the more, the better. And I almost forgot: All six planets in the Auburn system are open to whomever wants them, as long as the Auburn Hills asteroid field remains mine...)

Erica eyed the weapon as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "For fun, huh? Well, you could always hit the range. It's an abandoned tunnel the Enforcers use for target practice. But," she leaned in close, "I know of more, 'private' activities. For a small fee, of course," she said with a wink. Bradley had finished his drink, and walked past the 'couple'. "Watch out for this one," he said to Duke. "She can get a little, fiesty."
"Shut up!" said Erica with a laugh. "Can't you see I'm 'busy' here?" Bradley laughed, and walked over to the Director's table. "Sorry about him," Erica said to Duke. "Old boyfriends can be such a pain..."

Bradley walked up to the table. "Hey Jen, Roman. How's business."
Jen smiled at Bradley, while Roman relaxed the arm he had around her. "Doing alright," he replied. "Had to fire my delievery boy, though." His fire-red eyes lit up, "You looking for a new job?"
"Maybe. What's it paying?"
"Standard rate. Plus bonus upon completion."
"I'll have to get back to you," Bradley replied.
"Don't take too long," said Roman. "I'd hate to have to send Demon after you..."

Duke watchs her look at his Republic BR55 Battle Rifle,eyed Bradley and takes in what was said
"pfft only use ranges to keep up my traning, lets go do those private activities"

Erica smilled, slowly. "Good. You got cash, you got me. Here." She pulls a card out of her bra and hands it to Duke. "My quarters. Ten minutes. Bring cash." Then she climbs off, and wanders over to Roman's table. "Scuse me," she says while pushing past Bradley to grab Jen's hand. "Mind if I borrow her for a bit?" she says to Roman.
He looks up at Erica. "You girls get bolder every day." His eyes get that flash again. "Do not interupt me again."
"Or what? You'll have that little red pet of yours take us out? I think our clients" she waves her hand around the bar, "wouldn't like that very much. Come'on." She pulls Jen away, and leads her out of the bar. "What's up?" Jen askes.
"We're gonna make some extra cash, that's what," Replies Erica.
Jen smiles, "Oh, goodie...."

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Roman watches the girls leave the bar. "I never get tired of them," he sighs.
Bradley shrugs, "Hey, at least you've never dated one."
"True. Besides, they do keep the locals in check." A beep comes from his comlink. "Yes?"
"This is Dinobot. Thought you'd like to know, we have an incoming freighter. Unknown origin."
"And this matters to me, why? We get dozens of ships each day."
"They haven't replied to the landing becons yet."
"I'm sure they will. Not everyone is out to get us, Dinobot. Relax."
"Very well. Out."
Roman returned his comlink to his belt. "He needs to get out more..."

ooc: bump for now. Back on tomorrow. feel free to continue as you see fit...

Erica smilled, slowly. "Good. You got cash, you got me. Here." She pulls a card out of her bra and hands it to Duke. "My quarters. Ten minutes. Bring cash." Then she climbs off, and wanders over to Roman's table. "Scuse me," she says while pushing past Bradley to grab Jen's hand. "Mind if I borrow her for a bit?" she says to Roman.
He looks up at Erica. "You girls get bolder every day." His eyes get that flash again. "Do not interupt me again."
"Or what? You'll have that little red pet of yours take us out? I think our clients" she waves her hand around the bar, "wouldn't like that very much. Come'on." She pulls Jen away, and leads her out of the bar. "What's up?" Jen askes.
"We're gonna make some extra cash, that's what," Replies Erica.
Jen smiles, "Oh, goodie...."


Dukes takes the card and heads off as he walks he makes a call

"995SQA78.yes they to join me at given infor" Duke smilies he just sent for his pet and his friend to join him

OOC:

Warning: Language

IC:

As the Dark Raider maneuvered silently past the last Gas Giant the sensor void caused by the massive amounts of radiation ended. On the bridge, the Michael Uthan spotted the incoming transmissions from the asteroid base on his console. He responded by giving the name of the ship, and only the name. That should be enough for anyone to recognize who they were. If not, then they must be some universe away.

Michael considered the possibility that these pirates never heard of any pirates in Anagonia, but that passed his mind quickly. Being a Republic Marine made one think that everyone knew and respected the Galactic Republic. It still stuck with him even after all these decades since his dishonorable discharge.

Behind the bridge, in the Captains Quarters, Dimitri went about the business of filing through the usual records. Even Pirates had to do the occasional desk job, and on board the Dark Raider it was no exception. He went through this routine every time they neared port. Always keeping records, always keeping entries. It was good for the money business, and good business was keeping logs of every purchase and sell. Which meant piling through tons of holographic data each time they went to port, or when they needed to sort through records.

Which also meant his life was basically filled with being captain, being leader in war, and being business man in financial affairs. He sighed, he needed someone to help him with this. Slowly looking up, he looked at a holo-picture at the corner of his fine oak desk. He saw a woman, and his face turned grim. And slowly, ever so slowly, the expression turned sad.

Dimitri Molokov wasn't an expectational man, neither was what was termed "pretty". His face, aged by sixty-two years of life, was slightly wrinkled and his hair was turning gray. His eyes was a dark orange, and his features looked more Russian in heritage. All of this combined to make a hard, cold, shell of a human being who presented himself as a cold-hearted bastard. The only exception was with his crew, the only two people that he would dare call his family.

But this woman he saw, this woman on the holo-picture. His normally expressionless face turned into sadness. A tear fell from his eye, and he had to look away. He gently shut off the holo-frame and sighed. He shouldn't of even looked at it. He did, though. Not out of instinct, but out of need. He needed somebody, and he couldn't have no one. Not anymore.

Dimitri went back to doing his paperwork.

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Komodren (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Drakomis/Pictures%20drawn%20for%20me%20by%20other%20people/komodren.jpg) came in two types in Anagonia. The ones that acted superior, and the ones that were. Having a population majority over every other species in the Galactic Republic gave them the acting rights, but the ones that truly were made up the military and civilian defense industries. Komodren history spanned eons, with written documents proving an expectational cultural and artistic heritage. One could easily say they helped formed the Republic, made it what it was today. But in all reality, they weren't all what they seemed, not did they comply to what stereotypes claimed them to be.

Angoli didn't fit in any specific category of Komodren. She was neither the warrior, the diplomatic, the artist, nor the politician. She didn't conform to tradition or heritage. She made her own life, her own way. Standing just under the normal seven-foot height for her species, and just under half the normal strength, she had been grown as a runt in her early years. Angoli never mentioned those years, but occasionally she would give hints as to what had happened.

A very private person by nature, she maintained a stature of superiority around her fellow crew. Even in front of the captain, she refused to submit to his authority. The only reason she complied was out of trust and loyalty. For her, that was exceptional. And out of the Captain, herself, and Michael, only one of them did she take interest in.

Angoli slowly walked to the bridge and scanned the consoles for any new information. Seeing none, she spotted Michael at his console a few feet away. Her reptilian eyes lingered for a few moments, then she grunted and seated herself at her station.

"Evening," Michael greeted. Angoli merely flicked her large tail against the floor in response. Michael looked back at her, "What brings you here?" Angoli looked at Michael and tilted her head, "I was alone in my quarters." Michael nodded and looked back to his station, "I see."

Angoli snarled. Under normal circumstances that would have been an invitation. Obviously Michael wasn't playing normal. "I said I was alone in my quarters," she repeated with a tone in her voice. Michael merely nodded again, concentrating on his station still. This time, Angoli's tail thumped the floor hard. Michaels head turned back to her, "What?"

She hissed, "My quarters, now, or I'll tear you limb from limb."

Michael sighed and put the ship on auto, calling the B2 in the cargo bay to monitor the bridge. He stood, taking one step towards the bridge exit. Angoli made it to him before he could manage a second one. She grabbed him and literally dragged him across the floor to her quarters. All the way, Michael smirked.

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Nemesis had been plundered from a vessel about four years ago. Originally, he had assisted Captian Molokov in his early ventures of pirating and looting. As time dragged on, Michael and Angoli joined. Then his role changed from valued assistant to workhorse. Nemesis didn't like that, but he obeyed his orders. Never speaking, never complaining, just obeying. Hoping that one day Dimitri would recognize his importance as a crew member again.

That day never came. So now, he was tired of waiting, tired of doing, and tired of being patient. Nemesis wasn't a normal Super Battle Droid. He had been designed by a human to use as a companion. He had been created for the sole purpose of protection and giving his past creator something to talk to that could be remotely considered human. He had done well, and was appreciated. When his Creators ship was pirated, his creator had given him away in exchange for his life. Dimitri had honored the request, and took Nemesis as his first official crew member.

Life had been good the year after. He had done well. He had been appreciated. Then, he was tossed away like yesterdays metal. Again, he complied and thought himself still useful. Being ordered to cargo duty was still a task. He had done well, he was asked, but never was he appreciated again. He began to think this ship offered him nothing anymore, that Dimitri, his new master, thought him as useless.

So he would change that. He might not have the awesome intelligence of a sentient Droidekan, but he was still intelligent. He knew what he had to do, he felt what he needed to feel, and he thought what he needed to think. All this combined over three years of discontent led him to one master plan.

He would kill each and every one of them for discarding him as nothing more than trash.

Nemesis knew he wasn't trash. Nemesis knew he was special. His creator told him so. He knew about Prometheus, the leader of the Droidekans. After these humans were discarded as the meat bags they were, he would seek him out. He would then gain sentience from them. He would then become special in the eyes of everyone. Respected by everyone, and sought after like Prometheus. No one would treat him like this again.

So as he sat at the navigation console, calculations and schemes on how to go about this ran through his mind. A plan slowly formulated, then a resolution. First to die would be Dimitri for his bastard arrogance. Then Michael, just because Nemesis could. And after everyone else was taken care of, after everyone bled to death and cried in pain for many agonizing moments, after everyone saw that Nemesis was Special, that ugly b*tch Angoli would be shown she was just as much as trash as everyone else was.

Yes, he liked this plan. He really did. If Nemesis could smile, he definitely would. Maybe after seeing Prometheus, he would fix that too.

(OOC: Anagonia, don't worry, I'm not going that far, lol. Now, to introduce some of my other charactors...)

He marched down the corridor, away from the security center, feet clanking on the rocky floor. Even though the tunnel was large, he just barly fit without ducking. Everyone moved to the side as he passed, not out of respect, but fear. For anyone with a grain of sense new not to anger the Corporation's Chief Security Officer, especially when said person can transform into a raptor...

After ten minutes of walking, he come to a heavy metal door. He stopped and looked up at the sensor above the frame. "Grant access to Main Armory. Voicecode: Dinobot." His voice was stong and raspy. After a moment, the figure of a human woman covered in computer code appeared in front of him.
"And why should I let you in?" she asked.
"Because if you do not, I will rip out your core proccessor and turn you into a waste extraction unit!"
"Well, since you asked nicely," she waved her hand, and the door slid up into the ceiling. "Don't touch anything." And with that, she was gone. Dinobot sighed, and entered the armory, as the door closed behind him. He marched over to the prep area, where three of the Enforcers were removing their armor. This, and the attached living quarters, was the only place they could be found out of their armor. Dinobot approached the trio. "Report!" The leader of the group, a young man with blond hair, looked up.
"Everything is the same as it always is," he said. "Same as yesterday, same as last week, and the same as tomorrow." he handed Dinobot a PADD.
"Very well," the Predacon said as he took the PADD. "Increase the guards around Drydock 10. That is all." He turned and left the armory, heading back to the security center. A beep from his chest, "Roman to Dinobot."
"Dinobot here."
"Have you increased the security around Drydock 10?"
"Affirmitive. The SPARTANS have been informed. Calista has agreed to monitor the drydock along with the armory."
"Good. I don't want anyone getting to the Challenger before it's completed."
"Understood. I will increase the security."
"Good. Roman out."

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As the door slid open, Erica and Jen entered the dimily lit room. "Well, where is he?" asked Jen
"Just wait," Erica replied, "He'll be here soon. Count on it!"

(ooc: Imp Isa, you can take this one from here. Just keep it clean, lol!

Don't forget! Two gas and four rocky planets still open!)

As the door slid open, Erica and Jen entered the dimily lit room. "Well, where is he?" asked Jen
"Just wait," Erica replied, "He'll be here soon. Count on it!"

(ooc: Imp Isa, you can take this one from here. Just keep it clean, lol!

Don't forget! Two gas and four rocky planets still open!)

OOC easy just lay the start and skip to next day
IC

Duke used the key and walks in

"so you dring a friend'said Duke as the door cloase

"now lets get naked and get on the bed, your in for a long night' he said with a smilie as he takes his gear off

(OOC: lol, man. lol....)

Roman stood in the observation room above Drydock 10, watching the activities taking place before him. At 1,200 meters long by 1,000 meters wide, Dock 10 was the largest drydock, and filled the entire center of another asteroid, Delta 2. Right now, it held a long framework that was the outline of a ship. The frame was just as long as the dock, but was long and thin. The beginings of a wide, straight wing had been started near the stern of the frame. Work Bees, shuttle pods, inspection scooters, and more were in constant motion throughout the dock.

The door slid open, and Demon entered the observation room. "Sir," he said, "You didn't tell me you were coming over here."
"It wasn't neccesary," Roman replied. "You would follow me anyway. As is your duty."
"I know that." Demon moved to look out the viewports. "How's it coming?"
"Very well, in fact." Roman left the viewport to study a construction diagram on the wall. "Everything is running smoothly. At this rate, Challenger will be ready for flight within a year." He smilled to himself, a slow, wicked smile. "Once we have a fleet of Challenger-class ships, I'll be able to pirate every merchant freighter in this quadrant of the Galaxy!"
Demon turned to face the human. "Remember your promise," he said.
"Yes, yes. I am still looking for information regarding your creation." Roman hit a control, and the diagram changed to show an itelligence report. "From what I've uncovered so far, it apears that you are the product of a genetic engineering project from the now collapsed Terren Confederacy (ooc: my old FT nation from a year ago)." He changed the image back to the diagram, and returned to the viewport. "That's all the old scientist knew. My thery is that somehow, your cryo-tube was stored in that moon-base where I found you after the collapse. Perhaps in hope of some rebuilding effort."
"So, that's it?" Demon asked.
"Well, there is one more thing," Roman turned to face his friend. "The scientist claimed that you were not the projects 'only' success."
Demon was stunned! All these years alone, possibly coming to an end! "You mean, there are others?"
"Two, to be exact. The three of you were the only protoforms to survive the animation process. Unfortunetly, that's all the old man could tell us before the poisons claimed his life." He laid a hand on Demon's shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll find your 'brothers' soon." He turned to face the door. "Now, where is that freighter captain? Those four, large ion engines should have been here ny now..."

next moring Duke was up and changed and was now looking at Erica asleep with her head on ione of Jen breasts as she sleep with her head on the pillow

"see you later girls i got somethings to meet in a landing bay" Duke said as he leaves for a landing bay


outside a Republic Navy Battleship (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/Other%20FT%20ships/battleship_640X480.jpg) drop from wrap it was the ship that had Duke's gear on board

(ooc: you dont mind If I jump in eh?)

A lone ship, which seemed dead floated without reason through space, no origins, no distination. Within its black evil hull where hundreds of creatures that appeared to be human, but where something different all togther. They sat motionsless in their chairs, many seemed dead, others stood in place. At the head of the ship was the most human looking one of them... His face broken, his body metal and robotic. He had no hair and his eyes closed. Everyone seemed dead, nothing was on, no power, no air.

Dimitri Molokov sat behind his oak desk, observing the corner wall with little interest. Things had started to take an odd turn of events recently, especially with the Droid. He remembered a time when he counted on that machine, depending on it for his very safety. Now, it seemed just to linger. It seemed to be taking up space. He might be an uncaring bastard, but Dimitri wasn't one to reward loyal service. Perhaps, with the recent light on its intelligence, he should do something good?

Pressing a button on his PAD, he waited for the inevitable knock on the bulkhead. When it came, he ordered the door open. The B2 came walking in.

"You called, sir." Dimitri noted its tone of voice had taken an edge, he didn't blame it. Dimitri sighed, standing and walking over to the droid, placing a hand on its cold metallic shoulder. "I want to thank you, friend."

The Droid, not expecting gratitude at a moment like this, assumed it was a result of the Captain finding out his plan. However he did, he must certianly know. Any moment now, the Droid would be destroyed. Nemesis was almost certain of it. His head extended, and he looked directly at the Captain as he continued.

"I know I haven't been the most influencing person on board towards you," Dimitri said, "but I am not a thief." Dimitri went back to his desk and slid open one of the draws. He noticed at the corner of his eye the B2 unit starting to move one arm, but ignored it. He withdrew another PAD unit, walking back over to the Droid. "In recent light of your service here, I want to give you five thousand Denar's to start something new. I don't need you here anymore." He sighed, looking back to the bulkhead window that showed the stars. "At one time, you were invaluable. Now, I only use you for tasks I could easily do myself. And, as a Pirate knows, sometimes that leads to mutiny. So, for better or worse, go get a new life."

Nemesis observed the PAD in his hand, looking at the credit value, and calculating everything he could purchase with it. He didn't believe he ever seen the Captain give so charitably before. His data files on him could not compute this change in personality. Looking through his human emotion files, he found one thing that could match this situation. A change of heart. But he still was going to kill him, right? Or did that matter anymore?

"You can stay if you like, but from now on you will get paid." Dimitri looked back at Nemesis, "Welcome to the crew."

Nemesis could not comprehend this. His mainframe tried to sort out the logic of still killing these humans, but now that the one desire he had stored was accomplished, it would be illogical to continue along that course. He was a crew member now, paid one at that. On this salary, he would find his way to Prometheus not in years, but months or even weeks. After a few more moments of computing, he looked at Dimitri.

"I'll stay by your side, Captain."

Dimitri nodded, "I'm glad. But don't tell anyone what happened here, they might think me a pansy."

Nemesis looked up the word "pansy" and concluded that he probably should keep quiet. Nodding, his head retracted as he stored the PAD in his chest slot. "Thank you, sir." Dimitri nodded, "Your welcome. Now get to engineering. We've been needing a good one for a long time."

"Yes sir," replied Nemesis. He left the quarters for his new station soon afterward.

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"Approaching the dockyards of Sherman Hill, Captain."

"Very well, send a request for docking permissions. Explain we have cargo to sell." Dimitri looked hard at Michael. Just recently he noticed scar marks across his neck that extended down beyond his shirt. He assumed he might of had a run-in with the fence wire they had stored in back, and that would explain why he was silent about it, but what didn't make sense was the way he kept looking at Angoli every now and then.

It wasn't happening often. No one with less patience would of noted it. Dimitri, however, was a planned tactician. He could wait in one place observing anything and tell you hours later everything you needed to know. It was how he survived, and how he knew which crew would make the best candidates for permanent enrollment. It was why they were still alive.

Angoli, however, was different. She didn't return most of the looks, but did give a smile. This was unusual for her, for she rarely smiled. Her attitude as of a few hours ago seemed more relaxed, more thoughtful. It did present a better clear-thinking mind for the Tactical Officer, but it also worried him that something more was going on here. He sighed, not wanting to think about the possibility any longer. If he did, he might find something disturbing.

Or maybe they had a fetish for wire. Dimitri smacked his forehead. He grumbled and through the thought process to the back of his mind. Not now, not ever. Whatever they did, so long as they kept doing their jobs, was fine. He just hoped he never walked in on anything.

"Message sent," replied Michael.
"We are one-hundred miles out from Sherman Hills," stated Angoli.
"Good. Now we wait for the reply." Dimitri walked off the bridge.

(OOC: TFU, join the party! This thread will never be closed! Imp Isa, just curious, did Duke pay?)

Dinobot entered the security center. "Status!"
The bot at the main sensor screen didn't turn to face him. "Wadda'ya think our status is!" he snapped, "Same as always, or did you get your circuits scrambled?"
Dinobot snarled. "Be careful what you say, vermin! I might decide you're not worth keeping around anymore!"
"Yah, yah," the other mocked. "Keep talking, chopper-face!" He finally turned in his chair, and activated the holomap in the middle of the room. "All zones are green. We got one ship on approach, one looks like it's drifting through the system, oh, and a battleship just dropped out of warp."
"What!?" Dinobot leaned towards the holomap. "Inform the Director at on-"
"Relax, they're just making a pick-up. Nothing special."
"Hmmmm," Dinobot stood up. "Very well." He moved to one end of the room and stood in front of the master display...

OOC:

I'll assume they said yes, since we have freedom of movement here.

IC:

The Dark Raider maneuvered itself into one of the dry docks, the clamps locking down on the sides and front of the ship. Slowly, one by one, the three main engines powered down. A walkway was extended to the docking door right beside the bridge. Soon, the entire Consular Space Cruiser was left on power direct from the reactor. Basic systems like life support and computers were left online, everything else would go offline.

Inside, as the pressure stabilized and the door opened to the walkway, Dimitri let his six "cannon-fodder" crew members go first. He had specifically told them that this time, their mission was not to get killed. If he found out that one did on purpose or because of stupidity, they would not get their next-of-kin payments. Which wasn't a bother, anyway. He could find other crew.

Finally, after debriefing Angoli and Michael on the critical systems that needed to be repaired, he left for the drydock beyond the walkway.

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"Welcome to Sherman Hills," came a voice from beside him. Dimitri assumed it was the Dock Manager. He was right. "I'm the Dock Supervisor." Dimitri nodded, shaking the hand that he noticed was invited towards him. "We'll do our best so long as were payed," the Supervisor said, "and we don't take lightly to people who walk out on payments."

A friendly warning, Dimitri knew. But he responded with a scowl. "Don't take me for a thief. I may be a pirate, but I pay my debts." The Dock Supervisor merely gave a fake smile, "I'm sure." Dimitri handed him a list of things that needed to be done on the ship, and the cargo that needed to be sold. The Supervisor nodded, "We'll place your ship in landing bay two so we can investigate your stock."

"That sounds fine, just watch out for the B2 on board. He don't take kindly to stealing." The Supervisor gave a fain look of shock, "We would never do that! Not to a...paying...customer."

"I'm sure," came the reply again, "Just give me the damn estimates."

The Dock Supervisor nodded, walking away to what he assumed was his office. While he waited, Dimitri took around. The facility he was in was a large, cavernous expanse carved out of an asteroid. There were shops, places to eat, and what looked like rooming facilities for those staying longer than periods of a day. He also made a note at the lack of people here, which was reassuring. If anything went down he could easily escape.

Behind him, he watched the gigantic dock crane ferry his ship in the landing bay, where it was placed upon the metallic floor when its landing gear extended. He grabbed his personal PAD and gave orders to the B2 to kill anyone who tried to steal any of his merchandise. The order was acknowledged seconds later. He knew it was a good idea to ask Nemesis to stay for docking duty. Everyone else seemed occupied anyway.

Dimitri turned around to see the Supervisor with what he assumed was another version of the Anagonian PAD. He took it and saw the price, around fifteen-thousand, and nodded. Denars were worth more here anyway, so he wasn't worried about price. He transfered the funds from his personal account and scowled at the dropping numbers. Hopefully the merchandise would fetch a good profit.

As he turned back, he noticed that the docking personnel were heading towards his ship. He tensed as he saw the ramp lower at the front of the Consular, but relaxed moments later. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Bradley entered Docking Bay 0 and went straight for the bar. "What's cooking this morning?" he asked the bartender.
"Those damn girls, that's what!" he replied with a scowl. "They haven't shown up yet!"
"When are they ever on time?" Bradley joked.
"Good point."
"Anyway, give me a stack of your famous flapjacks," Bradley pulled out his comm, checked the time, and put it away. "I got up too early this morning..."

The UTS Warrington , gently floated in to the darkness of space towards one of the trade worlds, its engines were glowing blue and white as particles flew from behind pushing the massive 1.7 KM Federation cruiser forward, as the ominously shimmering ship moved in to the system its engines began to dim slightly as it slowed.

On the bridge Commander Ajax, Andrew Jackson sat back in his leather like chair, the bridge was busy, officers were wandering back and forth with stacks of paper thin Personal access computers in their arms, his eyes wandered slightly as he saw several officers wander up to him, he had zoned out, not getting much sleep recently due to the gravity of this mission. The uniformed officers stood looking at the commander at attention, he finally snapped out of his nearly transient state realizing what needs to be done, he nearly hopped to his feet, straitening his blue uniform out.

“Right well it seems, that we have tracked some well known criminals to this place, by our being here we might be bait for them to attack and attempt to capture this ship, while we might out gun and out fire power most of the ships here, we do not wish to raise the alarm on the planet by staying any longer than we have to.”

The leader of the group of officers was L.T Commander Tim Grant, leader of the P.E.S.A.D Unit
(Pre emptive search and destroy) started to speak his rather chores commanding voice reverberating around the bridge as his fellow men and women stood next to him

“Sir we know the mission, we will get in and out as soon as possible, the information there is crucial to curbing pirate activates on the border. We Will be equipped with PESAD, HU equipment and armor under our plain clothes with your approval sir?”
The commander looked at grant he smiled and said “go for it son, you will take the black bird transport?”
“Yes” he replied standing back at attention then turning around as the rest of his squad did as well. The commander said one more thing before they began to march out the door “Good luck and god speed my friends”

Grant lead his second in command Stacey Chaplin, and his third Tom “MacGyver“ Calhoun, they Conversed slightly as they wandered down the winding utilitarian lit carpeted hall:
Tom: ”So commander grant, what’s the deal any way they just want us to catch a guy for information?”

Grant: “Yeah not to difficult, well it doesn’t sound like it does it?”
Stacey “Nope not at all sir…..” she said with a bit of sarcasm
Grant: “we all know it won’t be that easy”…

The group arrived at the armory in a timely fashion, they wandered in to it looking around the massive room, filled with arms, powered armor, rifles, anti tank weapons, mortars you name it they had it, they wandered over to a large facility next door, this was the special forces armory, the most expensive good in the Federation lay here, the best stuff the country could make with its mind and brawn.

They began changing in locker rooms, each man had a specially fitted chest plate, these chest plates concealed the CHUA (Compact Heavy unit armor), that could wash over persons like a second skin of protection. Over this they could put cloths on; they also wore a head band that could turn in to a helmet for the armor. They dawned buffers to store weapons and ammo as well, Grant looked at himself in the mirror with the confidence and eyes of a warrior, his deep brown eyes peered in to his own soul, his short black hair waved back as he put the head band on, his muscular form emphasized by the light as he placed a brown shirt over him, then a nearly tattered coat over himself.

Tim had blue eyes, brown hair, white skin and was thinner than Grant, he was the demo man, dawning a special buffer to keep solid state explosives in an atomic state until needing to be rematerialized for use., each member stepped out of the room, picked up several weapons atomized them in to their buffers, and walked out down the hall to the large shuttle bay. They made their way in to the quiet, darkened shuttle bay, the vents pushing wind around it as if it were on planet, howling around the large cavern of metal.

They saw the black bird, it was a modified SA-17 Super dolphin, most hard points were removed and replaced with internal weapons systems, cloaks were added as well as buffers for weapons inside the ship, as the group of PESAD’S wandered up the ramp in to the ship they looked around, it was quiet, smooth, panels lining the ship, they sat down on leather like chairs peering out of the holographic cockpit, the ship was state of the art, refitted to have one of the most advanced cloaks available, one of the most advanced jamming and sensor shield systems in existence.

Grant said with a slight grin as the shuttle bay opened, with a loud crash and bang and a mechanical noise Ominous space appearing before the small ship and group inside of it. The ship took off and headed for the planet, its optical cloak activated, turning it from a sleek black ship in to a cargo ship in both gravimetrically, with power signature and visually, the black sparrow as it was termed moved towards the planet at high speed. The massive Federation cruiser behind shimmering out of existence as it cloaked and moved behind a gas giant.

“This is the SS-Black sparrow to planet requesting permission to dock with station” .. This message was sent to the main Auburn planet in the system hoping for a response, as they carried “cargo”

(OOC the Warrington
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Closeup.jpg)

(OOC:
The PESAD Compact Heavy unit armor is one of a kind, when deployed, it’s a thin sheet of plastic like steel treated with dark matter (dark energy and Dark matter being my main techs) once polarized by a dark energy field going through them they become solid and hard, able to withstand quite a bit of damage, PESAD also equips its troopers with personal dark energy fields (in this case they stop all weapons but laser beams or laser pulses but only last for five minutes at most) They have gravimetric sensors, dimensional sensors and Inferred/LIDAR sensors implanted (as most of my ground troops do since my nation is mainly cybernetic enhanced humans), they can talk to each other via quantum entanglement telepathy, they can use personal phase cloaks that last about a Minuit and a half before having to return back to an uncloaked state, they can go through walls with it… they have personal point to point blink displacers (MD teleportation devices) only good for a half a mile or so, and the armor is equipped with a medical assistant.

(Equipment for my characters:
All:
The DER-19A (with a two 200 shot clips, on primary one extra)
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_assault_krylov-1.gif
SGM-8 Mantis with three 60 shot clips.
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_engineer_turcotte.gif

Combat knife:
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/bj2combatknifedv6.gif
M-9 Magneto pistol with eight 14 Round magazines
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/takaot20pistolmq0.gif
Grant only:
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_support_sheild.gif
Personal force field that last a limited amount of time

P-190 .387 Magneto revolver Limited ED
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/p33pereirpistolgm8.gif
Stacey:
Fusion torch:
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_engineer_hoff.gif
Perception filter
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_recon_camo.gif
Micro Fission anti personnel mine:
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_recon_apm.gif
Tim only:
M-Grenade:
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_support_empgrenade.gif
(Microwave grenade)
Microwave mine:
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_engineer_emp.gif
Solid state micro fission explosive http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/Ground/w_recon_demopack.gif

(OOC: I tried to balance this out as much as I can, my people have these suits with special phasing and stuff true but they only last for a limited amount of time, any way if any issues feel free to IM me or TG me on how to modify this)

(OOC: TFU, just to clarify, the planets are still unclaimed, as I hide in the asteroid field. Also, are you planning on attacking my base, or so you have something special in mind? Oh, will be back on tomorrow. Please continue with your activities, as long as it doesn't involve my 'people', or endager my base, lol.)

(ahh well I plan some thing.. it wont be an out right attack I'm going to mold it in to an agenda of mine to get information, so I can do some character rp and such. Ill modify the post when i get back from school. my secret ops will be hunting some one with important info to some thing pretty much, so as long as no one gets in our way we wont have a beef with any other characters)

The black ship drifted ominously through the space around the system where the Asteroid belt was located. The ship drifted with no course, no destination. Its blackened hull hinted to the existence of a battle, but other then the black color, nothing else would suggest it. The hull had no evidence of repairs or breaches; its mysteries where numerous.

As it got closer and closer to the asteroid belt it began to get hit by thousands smaller rocks, but even now they caused no damage. In fact the more it in ventured into the belt the more it began to grow. With each rock that struck its surface, the ship grew in size and structure. As it drifted closer into the interior of the belt in finally grew large enough to be considered a Battle-Cruiser. As it got closer and closer to the largest of the Asteroids called Auburn Hills, it began to detect life and it once again became full of activity as the ships systems came back online; power was restored, atmosphere returned and the crew began to move once again.

The man at the head of the ship was called the Dark Commander, or atleast his clone, awakened and looked around the bridge calculating the situation and gave an order…”Spread”. And almost as soon as he finished the word small black pods where ejected from the ship which struck the Asteroids nearby. The pods that struck the asteroids opened up letting a black fluid ooze from its core which covered the surface like an oil slick. As the fluid finished its job the asteroids had changed into something completely different. No longer did they look like jagged pieces of space rock; they had become large black spheres which orbited the large cruiser. Within them thousands of lifeless drones operating what was now a fully operations battle station. But they ran dark, hiding themselves until the time was right…

(OOC: TFU, join the party! This thread will never be closed! Imp Isa, just curious, did Duke pay?)
ooc no but as you read he said he see them later, as i'am having him not finish with them ;)
oh as i can' find a pic of what i was going to use as Dukes pet i'am going with a dog with looks of a german shepherd, three time the size of one and has Black fur with Red fur at the paws and tips of the ears
IC

Duke waits as the shuttle ramps lowers and man walks out

"Lord Marshal"said the man as he bows as Duke walks over to him
"Captain you bring Hunter and my Dog"asked Duke

"yes here they came"said the Captain as the dog runs out

"hello boy"said Duke as he pat his dog as he looks at who was walking down the ramp

"Hunter" greeted Duke at the three meter Droid (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/Hunter.jpg) that now standing in front of him

"sir'said Hunter

Dimitri Molokov stood at one of the restaurant counters as his order came up. He grabbed his plate of old-fashion hamburgers and fries, and sat at one of the provided seats. He began to eat, enjoying the taste of actual cooked meat. This place wasn't so bad. If he had the money, he'd buy it. After munching and chewing down some fries, he saw a technician walk by. Signaling him over, he asked the obvious question.

"Who's in charge here," he asked the technician.
"Well the Director of course," was the response. "Here's his number," a card was handed over, "knowing him he's always looking for business."

With a grateful nod the conversation ended and the technician continued on to wherever he was going. Dimitri continued eating the rest of his meal, planning on sampling the merchandise of this facility before leaving. Telling by the prices, he could sleep in an actual bed for about a month here. Might be good to get away from space for a nice vacation.

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Dimitri stood in a clothing store, looking at the stock. Good prices telling by the currency exchange here. He looked at a black Large T-Shirt with skull and cross-bones on it and considered his first purchase. Something vibrated in his pants pocket, and he took out his PAD. Switching on the view-phone he saw Nemesis standing in front of the navigation console on the ship.

"Whats going on," he asked. Normally he would be somewhat disturbed by the fact he was called during his leave, but considering it was a crew member he gave leave to it. "Important, I hope?"

"Yes sir. I just hacked the Sherman Hills sensor array for a scan, and found a Federation unit in the area."

Dimitri considered this for a moment. The Federal Union didn't have information concerning Anagonia at the moment, nor any information about the thriving pirate trade. Under normal circumstances, he would be worried. But his Galactic Friend or Foe tag checked out as an innocent merchant, and as far as the Federation knew they were an Anagonian ally. He shrugged.

"Don't be too worried, just go by Anagonian merchant procedures if they start poking around. As far as they know, there is no piracy in the Galactic Republic." The B2 droid nodded, "I'll advise the rest of the crew to follow suit. Nemesis out."

The PAD screen went blank, and Dimitri replaced it back into his pocket. He finally decided to buy the shirt, just for the hell of it.

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A few hours later, Dimitri and his officers met up at the local burger shop. They were all enjoying juicy hamburgers, since Dimitri had insisted all of them to try it out. Michael had noticed a positive change in his Captains attitude since they arrived. He considered this a good thing. Angoli had even mentioned it to Michael, and her thoughts were the same on the matter. A happy captain was a productive captain, and one that payed well to boot.

"I heard from our friendly droid that the Federation made presence here," commented Michael as he munched some fries. "I take it they tracked somebody?"

Dimitri gulped down some of his burger, "Na."

"Certainly they have some interest here," Angoli said as she swallowed some fries. "I mean, it's not like this ISN'T a pirate haven."

Dimitri shook his head while drinking some of his soda, "Nope."

Both Michael and Angoli exchanged glances, then shrugged. The Captain knew the situation better than they did. It was always the case. So, without a second thought to it, they changed subjects.

"I like this place," Michael started a new course of thought, "shouldn't we set up shop here?"

Dimitri nodded, "I think we should. Instead of always hiding under the nose of the Republic navy-" he took a sip of soda "-we could hide out here."

"We could even build a fleet if we make enough," Michael said with enthusiasm, "It's not hard to do with so much cannon fodder these days."

Dimitri smiled, "Just what I was thinking." He took a bite of his burger.

"Shouldn't we consider the expenses first?" Angoli was puzzled by this enterprising train of thought. "This place has to have a Chief or something."

Dimitri lifted one finger to exclaim success, "Got it covered."

Angoli and Michael exchanged glances again, this time speaking at the same time. "Isn't there anything you don't do?" They realized what they did, looked at each other again, then went back to eating after Dimitri had a laugh.

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Dimitri had taken his own course after the joyful meet-up earlier. On his PAD he dialed the number to the Directors office, and after a few tones he got the messaging machine. Looking around to see that there was still no body around, he started his message.

"Mr. Director, I'm Captain Dimitri Molokov of the Merchant Ship Dark Raider. I'm interested in setting up shop in Sherman Hills. Any chance an honest man like me can make the grade?"

He cut the connection, and grinned. Any pirate could translate the real message there.

I'm a Pirate, I want to make a safe house, how much and when?

Dimitri had left a responding number on the message, an attachment. He expected a reply any time now. Considering the sorry state the customer base was here, he assured himself that one customer could get a ball rolling. Hell, maybe he'd buy the hole of Sherman Hills and make it into a tourist attraction. Maybe he'd finally go honest. Shaking his head, he kept on looking around.

A pirate is always a pirate. The only damn thing he wanted was more money, and more people to get that money. This would be the perfect place.

(OOC: Hobbeebia, this better not turn into some 'zombie attack' movie...lol)


Captain Dimitri Molokov, I am Director Roman, head of the Chrysler Corporation. I am always open to new business here in Auburn Hills, and would be glad to host your venture (Translation: set up shop, but stay out of my way). If you require more information, feel free to meet with me. I am on Delta 2, take the worker's shuttle-tram, and head up to the main observation room. Do not worry about my Enforcer guards, as they will let you pass. I look forward to speaking with you.

Jen stirred on the bed, "Wha...what time is it?"
"Time for work, that's what," Erica replied. She was just coming out of the shower. "Get cleaned up and dressed. We need to get to the bar."
"He's gone already?" Jen looked disapointed.
"I hope not. He hasn't paid yet." Erica was pulling on a light, skimpy outfit. "Hurry up. We'll just make the lunch crowd..."

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"You ever wonder why we're here?"
He turned to look at his companion. Both men were SPARTAN Enforcers, in full armor, standing guard outside of the Observation room on Delta 2. "No," he replied, "I never, ever, wonder why we're here."
"Really," said the first, "because I had this theory about God and-"
"No." said the second guard, "We are NOT going through that again."
"But-"
"No."
"Fine. Whatever." The first guard straightened his phaser rifle. "Looks like I'm the only one not damned to hell."
The second guard simply sighed...

OOC: What would the opinion be on a government raid, or an infiltrator of some kind? That's kinda my thought for joining this.

OOC: I'd be against any raid, at least until my Challenger-class ships are complete. But, if you really want to, I guess I could deal with a small raid. As long as in the end, I can continue as before. Maybe settle it by you taking the other planets in the system, or something...

Duke enters the Bar with his Dog and Hunter with him
"woof" bark the Dog as he and Duke sit at a table with Hunter standing next to them

OOC: you can detect them anytime. If you need some information on the dark fleet and who they serve you can view it in my sig... a link called The dark Biomech Info page. You will find that the crew of the dark vessel are no longer alive, but are also no longer flesh...

OOC: I'd be against any raid, at least until my Challenger-class ships are complete. But, if you really want to, I guess I could deal with a small raid. As long as in the end, I can continue as before. Maybe settle it by you taking the other planets in the system, or something...

OOC: make a deal with the government. I like it. I police the system for you, and in return you don't pirate my ships.

IC: This smuggler's haven, Auburn, is due for a rude awakening. Andermani ships had noted the activity from far off, and now they were on the way to clear out the nest. A pair of cruisers, enough firepower to route much larger forces, and a general of Marines, to lay out their position to whoever ruled this pit.

To the pirates, slavers, smugglers and scum of Auburn, this is General Kahne, Anderman Marine Corps, on behalf of the Emperor. You will stand down your vessels and prepare to be boarded. Your asteroid bases will do similarly. I will meet personally with your leader, or whatever petty ganglord rules this place. Is that understood?

The message went out as the two seven and a half kilometer long vessels appeared in the system. They ambled slowly towards the asteroid belt, their weapons fully powered, and their shields up. They meant business in every meter of their hulls, and the people here would do well to take notice.

OOC: make a deal with the government. I like it. I police the system for you, and in return you don't pirate my ships.

IC: This smuggler's haven, Auburn, is due for a rude awakening. Andermani ships had noted the activity from far off, and now they were on the way to clear out the nest. A pair of cruisers, enough firepower to route much larger forces, and a general of Marines, to lay out their position to whoever ruled this pit.



The message went out as the two seven and a half kilometer long vessels appeared in the system. They ambled slowly towards the asteroid belt, their weapons fully powered, and their shields up. They meant business in every meter of their hulls, and the people here would do well to take notice.

*this is the Republic Battleship Hell to the ships smaller then us how about piss off for calling us pirates, slavers, smugglers and scum *

OOC
Length: 9654 meters long
Beam: 684 meters
Height: 954 meters

same size as my normal FT Imperium Class

The Black hulled dark vessel listened to the chatter as warships of another system came in to root out the pirate haven.... This could not be allowed. As the chatter from General Khane was meet with more chatter from the Republic battleship called "hell" The Dark Commander aboard the BattleCruiser now stations just in the middle of the Asteroid belt, listened he called his new battleStations to life.


With in the battlestations the numerous Dark biocrews began to operate the mass of metal and death they lived in. Soon atleast 3 fully sized Perfectly round spheres of black death began to move with the belt, smashing other Asteroids as the went along as if they where sandstones. Closer and closer they crept towards The Andermani vessels. The crew could feel the life within the vessels. It was like a drug to them as they continued their course which would lead once more into battle.

" Sir. The Andermani vessels will be in range for a sniper cannon attack soon. I have already given the order in preperation to the attack." called the dark-Helms men from his post.

" Exellent, Prepare to fire on my command.......now!"

As the Dark Commander finished his sentence a massive Black Singularity shell encased in Negitron Energy was propelled from its chamber at just short of the speed of light. The Negitron energy acted like a magnet pressing against its same polarity when it got close to the asteroids which sent them off in random directions. Faster then the eye can see and only trackable when close it was a dealy , percise, weapons that could cripple a ship in one strike.

Erica and Jen enter the bar, both now dressed in light, skimpy outfits. After a wave to the bartender, Jen moves to the tables to start taking orders, while Erica walks up to Duke. "Nice friends. Where was the dog last night?" she askes with a wink. "I hope you had fun..."

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The drop from hyperspace nearly through Drakor out of his chair. "What's wrong with the dampners?" he demands (Picture Barbosa from 'Pirates', but about 40 and with black hair).
An engineer steps forward. "I had to cut power from somewhere to keep the hyperdrive running. At least we got away..."
Drakor pulls a disruptor pistol from his belt and shoots the engineer in the chest. In moments, his body has vanished into a pile of dust. "Now," Drakor returns the weapon to his belt, "will someone please fix those damn dampners!" Three other sailors rush to an open hatch at the rear of the bridge, tools already out and humming. Drakor returns to his command chair. "What's our status?"
The 1st mate, a large, dark-skinned human steps up, "We managed to get away from the Archangel, but have massive damage. We are in the Auburn system, heading for the Hills."
"Good," Drakor relaxes in his chair, "Prepare to dock. Any crew not needed for repairs gets shore leave." The 800 meter-long Black Pearl (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/lastscan.jpg), with fresh battle scares, slowly moves into the asteroid field. Drakor hears the message from the Anderman ship. "Well, we get out of one fight, and end up in another."
"Shall I ready the cannons?" askes the 1st mate.
"No," Drakor orders, "We can't fight with this much damage. Continue Docking." He scratches his beard. "I doubt Roman will stay quiet through this..."

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The reply was swift...

General Kahne, I am Director Roman, of the Chrysler Corporation. We are a small shipbuilding firm, and are mining these asteroids for materials. I assure you, no pirate activities are based in my Asteroid Field. As a token of my good faith, I invite you to meet with me in my private office on Delta 1, the second-largest asteroid. You may come by shuttle or transporter, co-ordinates are included (See File A4432-XS). Let us resolve this peacefully, as no inocents may suffer over a simple misunderstanding.
As the transported effect faded, Roman moved behind his desk to the large, green, leather chair. "Dinobot."
"Dinobot here."
"Keep this quiet for now. I don't want a panic."
"Understood. All Enforcer squads have been dispatched for security patrols."
"Good. Stand by. Out."

Ajax, looked up at the holographic map of the system, the sudden appearance of Hobbeebian power signatures and weapons fire alarmed him, he looked over to his tactical officer who was standing at the fire station.

Ajax started to speak, “Commander, what the hell are they doing, supporting pirates in this sector...”

The tactical officer looked back his eyes panning the bridge, and looking at the somewhat tall figure that was his captain he responded. “Apparently this faction has some sort of issue, and they are claiming pirates operate here “

Ajax’s looked over his heart sinking a bit as he sat back in his chair his wireless AI link blinking again and again, as he placed his hands on the armrests of his chair, he growled a bit then looked over to his AI, and tactical officer.

“De cloak take us in, charge weapons raise shields and dark energy fields …“

The tactical officer nodded a bit placing his hands on the immersive consoles in front of him, his link going off as the AI disengaged the molecular phase cloak, the massive 1.7 Km war ships de cloaked, its rough hull glimmering In the light of the star, as it started to move from behind the gas giant , the massive engines pushed particles of white and blue out from behind, its form loomed over most of the other ships in the area, as it priced through space towards the battle. Its shields up weapons armed it was ready for anything the Hobbeebian people have had a history of aggression with the federation, they will not let them escape this even more so due to supporting pirates.

Ajax’s stood up his hands folded on his back he looked around waiting until the ship got in range, several AU away from the fight They were already in missile, projectile and beam range, he looked over as the weapon systems lock blared, klaxons lighting up the bridge of the colossal cruiser. He looked over to his tactical officer waving his hand as a grin came over his pale face, he said with a rough commanding voice.

“Fire!”

Dark blue beams of disruptive energy lanced forward screeching through space, crackling with small arcs of lighting, these dark energy beams were filtered laser beams through dark energy plasma, these beams attainted the disruptive property of the dark energy plasma as they passed through it, several forward beams lanced and arced out filling the Dark and cold nothingness between the Hobbeebian ship and federation ship with its blue hue.

Graviton divers followed suit, multiple forward guns opened, recoiling as they fired car sized shells at fractions of C, round after round poured from the cannons, a yellow flaming hue surrounded each shell as it flew towards its Hobbeebian target, missile batteries opened up as well, thousands of Polaris, anti matter missiles flooded space, they bolted from the VLS tubes on top of the ship, swarming with erratic maneuvers towards the Hobbeebian ship. Again and again beams, shells and missiles flew out at moderate intervals.
Ajax had also ordered fighters to be on alert, HSF-101 Excalibur and SF-16 Thunder bolt vipers were put on standby, ready to launch at a seconds notice.

Mean while the black sparrow made its way towards the asteroid field, requesting to dock..

*this is the Republic Battleship Hell to the ships smaller then us how about piss off for calling us pirates, slavers, smugglers and scum *

I apologize most profusely. I forgot to include your lineage. I'll readdress this to you then. To the bastard children of the local hookers, as well as the pirates, slavers, smugglers, and scum of the battleship Hell(incredibly imaginative names you have for your ships by the way. Education in your "Republik" must be top notch), you will stand down your weapons, disengage your engines, power off your shields, and prepare to accept boarders. If you do not, I will fire into your pathetic dinosaur of a cardboard cutout vessel, and gain the momentary pleasure of watching you attemt to breathe vaccuum, before my point defense weapons pick off your evacuated crew one by one. If that does not satisfy you, I can check port records and find out just how much your fathers paid your mothers for the dubious privelege of having sex with an inbred monkey. Assuming, of course you know either of your parents. My point is, put up your toy guns little boys, before I have to hurt you.

Turrets powerful enough to reduce the surrounding asteroid field to vapor with a single volley turn to focus the entirety of their ire on the brilliantly named battleship Hell, and lock solid on the vulnerable ship. It may not realize it's facing a pair of vessels that outclass 60% of frontline dreadnoughts in an average navy, but they've never seen a ship of the Andermani navy either, and they probably never will again if they continue like this for more than about 5 minutes. The Hobbeebian attack burns through the void, shrieking towards the effectively motionless cruisers, and at the very last moments burns through nothing as the ship shifts slightly out of its point of aim. A surprise attack, wasted by haste is no surprise at all, as the Hobbeebians will soon learn to their great displeasure.

<Undoreseen assistance is always good. Ignore the other vessel, concentrate on the Battleship, waste it if it fires, and possibly if it doesn't fire.>

A chorus of assent followed the latest orders, and the general prepared to reply to the manager of this so called Chrysler Corporation.

I will be along in just a few moments. I will gate directly there. I would like permission to bring two of my marines with me, as a security measure. The presence of at least one insane and hostile warship in your space makes me wonder about my own safety once I get groundside. You understand, yes?

"Interessssting..." Dinobot was watching the holomap of the sector, monitoring the battle.
"That's all you have to say?" said the other bot. "We're under attack, AND caught between another battle! I- We-" He shook his head, "We're all gonna die..."
"Quiet, vermin!" ordered Dinobot. "Director Roman will try to talk his way out of this."
"Oh, sure. Leave it up to the big man." He turned back to his sensor board. "I knew we should have never left Cybertron..."

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Roman watched the battle unfold on the Holo-monitor above the desk in his office. "Now, THIS is interesting," he commented. "we now have three groups wanting a fight." He pointed to a single ship trying to steer clear of the battle, "And look! Drakor's going to sneek through the whole thing! I always new he was a madman!" The message from General Khane appeared in the air above the desk. "Looks, like we have visitors," he said. "Demon (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Demon.jpg), please stand to my left. Sargent!"
"Yes?"
"Two more guards for inside my office, please."
"You got it!" The door opened, and two SPARTAN Enforcers (OOC:Yes, from Halo 3) entered the room. They each stood to one side of the door, with two more just outside the office...

General Khane, I promise you safety, and await your arrival.

Captain Dimitri, I must delay in our meeting. First, I have to ensure the safety of this base from these attackers. I will contact you when I return to Delta 2.

It had been a nice leave. Dimitri, after having successfully sold all his cargo to the Sherman Hills, had made a nice profit of over Thirty-Thousand Denars. Big payday for him and his crew. Already he was transferring funds to their private accounts, and each and every one of them was celebrating their victories. That was the case until weapons starting firing in space.

Nemesis, the B2 Droid on board the Dark Raider, had been monitering the activity in space. When weapons starting discharging, and messages with the words "pirates" and "scum" in the same sentence started flaring, he alerted the Captain. He was then ordered to call an emergency meeting on board, promptly calling all crew, even cannon fodder, to the Officers Briefing Room.

Thirty minutes later, Dimitri and his officers sat on an elongated metal table in a room not much bigger than a normal living room. On the sides of the walls were frames from adventures long past, and crew that had perished or went for better ventures. But that wasn't the center of attention. What was was the holographic projector at the center of the table showing all activity within system. The Tactical Viewer had cost Dimitri quite a bit, but it was well worth it in the long run.

"Whats our situation?" Dimitri sat back in his leather chair looking at the live-feed. Nemesis pointed towards two ships, then a third. "Federation assets are engaging unknowns here. While unknown assets are engaging here and here. I suspect a large space engagement is underway."

Michael huffed, "No shit sherlock. We aren't going to be able to get away in this mess!" Nemesis extended his head to look at Michael, then returned his gaze to the projector. Angoli sighed, "I don't see no alternative this time. Were too open."

"Not exactly," Dimitri pinned in, "We have one option left." He looked at Michael with a grin.

"Oh hell no," Michael shook his head, "I am not dealing with that rat bastard again."

"It is our only option," Nemesis said in his cold droid tone. "Our weapons cannot go up against a battleship." Dimitri nodded, "He's right. We won't make it without his help."

Angoli gruffed, "I hate dealing with the Navy. You never know when they'll take you in just for extra pay." Michael gave a snarl, "She's right! Why do we have to risk it again? Can't we do one of your fancy maneuver's?"

Dimitri shook his head, "I have a meeting with the Director of the Chrysler Corporation, you all know that. I will not be late." He looked around the room, then smirked. "Anyone got a better idea?"

Everyone shook their heads, even the cannon fodder couldn't make up a better plan. Usually one of them pinned in, thats why he had them here. But in this case, it was pointless. So he pushed a button on the projector console, and a familiar face popped up.

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Admiral James Holloway had officially retired from the navy about ten years ago. His last debacle with a group of pirates nearly cost him a dishonorable discharge. He was given a choice to either quit now, or face destruction at the hands of a tribunal. He chose to quit. Which turned out to be a blessing. Months later the Navy came back begging for him to return, they needed experienced Admirals. So he came back, under one condition.

That condition had been met. Right now, James had his own fleet and made his own plans. Only when the Navy needed him the most did he alter them. He was considered to be a freelancer among his crew, mainly because of the exciting and daring missions he chose to go on. His fleet, the Dirty Stars, had been cataloged in almost two-hundred engagements with unknown species and over a thousand events that led to historical discoveries. He could be considered the Captain Kirk of Anagonia.

Sitting quite comfortably on his Captain's Chair, his many achievements had led him to his newest acquisitions. Beforehand, when a certian Captain Dimitri Molokov had asked for his assistance, he was commanding an Anagonian Areis-Class Heavy Cruiser (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679193&page=1#1103680906). Now, he was commanding the most advanced ship in the Naval Fleet.

His pride and joy, the Anagonian Battleship (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679193&page=1#1130547221) Excalibur. The most famous ship of them all.

It was an honor, to be sure, quite an honor. In his fleet he had two Pocket Battleships and four Heavy Cruisers. One Battlecruiser acted as carrier, and everything turned out for the better when situations got hard. As of yet, they had not met a situation where they couldn't handle things alone. Each time a mission came up, James would send a ship to make a name for itself. Each time they returned, he logged their achievements. History would definitely remember his fleet, and each ship, and each soul that helped make that ship run.

The good life, James mused. Then things turned worse. On his Armrest Computer a face popped up he hadn't seen in ages. James scowled. Pirates, lowlifes, the people that ruined his life. "What do you want," he nearly spit the sentence out.

"Repayment for your success, of course." Dimitri had balls today, it seemed. James pushed the end button. But his face popped up again. "I see your using a hack again," James sighed. "Fine, what is it?"

"We need your help dealing with a situation, preferably your battleship." James scowl became a growl, "How do you know about that?" Dimitri laughed, "I helped you become who you are today, why shouldn't I keep track?" James looked away, "Bastard Pirate, why do I owe you anything?" Dimitri grinned, "Because I'm the reason the Navy begged you to come back. Remember Admiral Connor, and how he died so suddenly?"

For a few moments, James thought about it. "You killed him for me, how nice." James sighed as he finally submitted to it. Dimitri was right. Without a scumbags help he wouldn't be back where he loved being. Finally he looked back at the screen. "No use in arguing I suppose. What do I owe you?"

'You near Auburn Hill's?"
"Yea, about one Subspace jump away, why?"
"Come in hot and we'll be waiting. Were your precious cargo, and don't forget that."

The line went dead, and James sighed. After a moment he put in fleet commands for the Battlecruiser to take lead. He gave orders for the Battleship to head for the Auburn System, making haste. Just one Subspace Jump away. On an Anagonian Battleship, there was no verbal responses. Just text responses on his arm-console of acknowledgment. This was more efficient than verbal communication, and allowed the Captain, or in this case Admiral, more control of the situation.

The Huge One Kilometer long Anagonian Battleship disappeared into Subspace, bound for the salvation of the Dark Raider.

OOC: I'm using my computer at work, as my internet at home isn't activated by SBC yet. Unless I get lucky, I won't be back on until monday. sorry. Please continue as much as possible without me. And I WILL be back! i want this thread to continue for as long as possible, and won't just abandon it...

Erica and Jen enter the bar, both now dressed in light, skimpy outfits. After a wave to the bartender, Jen moves to the tables to start taking orders, while Erica walks up to Duke. "Nice friends. Where was the dog last night?" she askes with a wink. "I hope you had fun..."

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"not here and i had fun with you two ,but not finish with you two yet"said Duke with a wicked smile

"Lord Marshal some scum are thinking they can tell us what to do"said Hunter
"fuck them call a Fleet to join Hell"said Duke

Originally Posted by General Khane
I apologize most profusely. I forgot to include your lineage. I'll readdress this to you then. To the bastard children of the local hookers, as well as the pirates, slavers, smugglers, and scum of the battleship Hell(incredibly imaginative names you have for your ships by the way. Education in your "Republik" must be top notch), you will stand down your weapons, disengage your engines, power off your shields, and prepare to accept boarders. If you do not, I will fire into your pathetic dinosaur of a cardboard cutout vessel, and gain the momentary pleasure of watching you attemt to breathe vaccuum, before my point defense weapons pick off your evacuated crew one by one. If that does not satisfy you, I can check port records and find out just how much your fathers paid your mothers for the dubious privelege of having sex with an inbred monkey. Assuming, of course you know either of your parents. My point is, put up your toy guns little boys, before I have to hurt you.
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*not wise are you, our Warp Cannon would rip you apart , along for the fun a Fleet be here in a Second*

A little ship pops into existance. It's a metallic silver/gray color, about the size of a freighter. It's only visable weapons are two blaster cannons situated on the bow, just under the cockpit. In truth the ship is very heavily armed and armored, able to take on up to a ship of Cruiser size and win. The Star Snake, as she was called, floated softly in the vaccumm, observing the events.
Aboard...
A female voice.
"This dosen't look safe."
A male one now.
"Since when has this place ever looked safe?"
"Good point. Still, there's a small war going on in there!"
"So we bypass the war, like we always do, and go in for port. Why should a little dispute like that ruin our fun?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that the energy signitures are flaring every two seconds?!"
"There's always trouble around this sector. If some kind of government forces do manage to breach the area, we do what we do best."
"Last I checked, fighting was not our strong point."
"You are correct. Running is our strong point. We are smugglers, are we not?"
"And mercenaries. Mercenaries fight."
"Only the dumb ones."
So the Star Snake powered up it's engines to silently go around the warring ships towards the primary asteroid.
This is the Star Snake, requesting docking at the station. Please advise.OOC: This is open, correct?

First, space. Laser shots and weapons fire occasionally shot past an empty part. But nothing interesting, expect the usual radiation noise. Then, a light, and a flash. After a few moments, the Battleship Excalibur stood in the unusual phenomenons place. Her massive frame, mixed with her turrets aiming at every visual target in the system, made her a formidable foe to anything currently residing in the system.

On board, Admiral James Holloway examined the holographic projection of the tactical situation. Over a dozen stations monitored the situation along with him. As far as he could tell, the only ship capable of putting up one hell of a fight was the Federation vessel. That was something he would avoid, if at all possible. Nevertheless, he had been called to owe up in a favor.

A Droidekan came to his side and handed him a PAD. He examined it, then handed it back after giving his signature. Pushing a few marks on his console display, he initiated the highest alert for the Battleship. Electro-Magnetic shields went online, creating an awesome Aura Borealis display due to the radiation bouncing off. He picked the targets, from the Andermani Battleship to the dead-walking ghost vessel near the asteroid facilities. All the while careful to avoid any direct line of fire to the Federation Starship.

He pulled up a holographic display in front of him, and began a voice message to the current vicinity.

Attention: Attention:

To all vessels in the current sector, you will cease and desist all hostile actions immedietly. The asteroids contain some of our Merchant Assets, and we will do everything in our power to ensure you are not a problem to them.

Do not resist. Your destruction will be absolute if you should take the course of hostilities.

If you have any problems with this message, please direct all inquires to Hell so that they might make a proper place for you.

Good day.

Not quite the message an Admiral would use, but good nonetheless. Admiral James Holloway ordered all Torpedo tubes to be loaded with Burrow Nukes, tactical warheads that burst through most shield types and drill in hulls of starship's to use their oxygen supply as a catalyst for a Nuclear Reaction. He also ordered power diverted from engines to weapons, so that the Fusion and Microwave Beams would have a more...melting...impact on the vessels nearby.

Afterward, he sent a reply to his fleet, advising them for backup orders should, in the impossible moment, they be needed. Then he sent a word of acknowledgment to Dimitri on Sherman Hills.

Everything was taken care of.

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After receiving the short-wave message, Dimitri Molokov smirked in approval. They would have an escape route now should things get dicey. He went on to check his messages, and found that the Director had delayed their meeting for the time being. No worries. Soon enough, the situation would be handled. Looking to his Navigational Officer, Michael Uthan, he ordered the ship be made ready just in case.

Afterward, he left to go back and enjoy his vacation. No Law-biding vermin would stop his moment of relaxation.

Ajax, looked up at the holographic map of the system, the sudden appearance of Hobbeebian power signatures and weapons fire alarmed him, he looked over to his tactical officer who was standing at the fire station.

Ajax started to speak, “Commander, what the hell are they doing, supporting pirates in this sector...”

The tactical officer looked back his eyes panning the bridge, and looking at the somewhat tall figure that was his captain he responded. “Apparently this faction has some sort of issue, and they are claiming pirates operate here “

Ajax’s looked over his heart sinking a bit as he sat back in his chair his wireless AI link blinking again and again, as he placed his hands on the armrests of his chair, he growled a bit then looked over to his AI, and tactical officer.

“De cloak take us in, charge weapons raise shields and dark energy fields …“

The tactical officer nodded a bit placing his hands on the immersive consoles in front of him, his link going off as the AI disengaged the molecular phase cloak, the massive 1.7 Km war ships de cloaked, its rough hull glimmering In the light of the star, as it started to move from behind the gas giant , the massive engines pushed particles of white and blue out from behind, its form loomed over most of the other ships in the area, as it priced through space towards the battle. Its shields up weapons armed it was ready for anything the Hobbeebian people have had a history of aggression with the federation, they will not let them escape this even more so due to supporting pirates.

Ajax’s stood up his hands folded on his back he looked around waiting until the ship got in range, several AU away from the fight They were already in missile, projectile and beam range, he looked over as the weapon systems lock blared, klaxons lighting up the bridge of the colossal cruiser. He looked over to his tactical officer waving his hand as a grin came over his pale face, he said with a rough commanding voice.

“Fire!”

Dark blue beams of disruptive energy lanced forward screeching through space, crackling with small arcs of lighting, these dark energy beams were filtered laser beams through dark energy plasma, these beams attainted the disruptive property of the dark energy plasma as they passed through it, several forward beams lanced and arced out filling the Dark and cold nothingness between the Hobbeebian ship and federation ship with its blue hue.

Graviton divers followed suit, multiple forward guns opened, recoiling as they fired car sized shells at fractions of C, round after round poured from the cannons, a yellow flaming hue surrounded each shell as it flew towards its Hobbeebian target, missile batteries opened up as well, thousands of Polaris, anti matter missiles flooded space, they bolted from the VLS tubes on top of the ship, swarming with erratic maneuvers towards the Hobbeebian ship. Again and again beams, shells and missiles flew out at moderate intervals.
Ajax had also ordered fighters to be on alert, HSF-101 Excalibur and SF-16 Thunder bolt vipers were put on standby, ready to launch at a seconds notice.

Mean while the black sparrow made its way towards the asteroid field, requesting to dock..


OOC: TFU... Their are not Hobbeebian... Hobbeebia is a holy nation. These ships belong to a more sinister faction...

Turrets powerful enough to reduce the surrounding asteroid field to vapor with a single volley turn to focus the entirety of their ire on the brilliantly named battleship Hell, and lock solid on the vulnerable ship. It may not realize it's facing a pair of vessels that outclass 60% of frontline dreadnoughts in an average navy, but they've never seen a ship of the Andermani navy either, and they probably never will again if they continue like this for more than about 5 minutes. The Hobbeebian attack burns through the void, shrieking towards the effectively motionless cruisers, and at the very last moments burns through nothing as the ship shifts slightly out of its point of aim. A surprise attack, wasted by haste is no surprise at all, as the Hobbeebians will soon learn to their great displeasure.

<Undoreseen assistance is always good. Ignore the other vessel, concentrate on the Battleship, waste it if it fires, and possibly if it doesn't fire.>

A chorus of assent followed the latest orders, and the general prepared to reply to the manager of this so called Chrysler Corporation.

OOC: Not Hobbeebian.... and just to ask How is your ship being affected by the massive Gravitational Flucuations being created by the shell I fired. Because unless you where a great deal of distance away from the shell it would have propelled it into a tumble.

OOC: TFU... Their are not Hobbeebian... Hobbeebia is a holy nation. These ships belong to a more sinister faction...

Ok well what ever they are just post a response)

Ajax, looked up at the holographic map of the system, the sudden appearance of Hobbeebian power signatures and weapons fire alarmed him, he looked over to his tactical officer who was standing at the fire station.

Ajax started to speak, “Commander, what the hell are they doing, supporting pirates in this sector...”

The tactical officer looked back his eyes panning the bridge, and looking at the somewhat tall figure that was his captain he responded. “Apparently this faction has some sort of issue, and they are claiming pirates operate here “

Ajax’s looked over his heart sinking a bit as he sat back in his chair his wireless AI link blinking again and again, as he placed his hands on the armrests of his chair, he growled a bit then looked over to his AI, and tactical officer.

“De cloak take us in, charge weapons raise shields and dark energy fields …“

The tactical officer nodded a bit placing his hands on the immersive consoles in front of him, his link going off as the AI disengaged the molecular phase cloak, the massive 1.7 Km war ships de cloaked, its rough hull glimmering In the light of the star, as it started to move from behind the gas giant , the massive engines pushed particles of white and blue out from behind, its form loomed over most of the other ships in the area, as it priced through space towards the battle. Its shields up weapons armed it was ready for anything the Hobbeebian people have had a history of aggression with the federation, they will not let them escape this even more so due to supporting pirates.

Ajax’s stood up his hands folded on his back he looked around waiting until the ship got in range, several AU away from the fight They were already in missile, projectile and beam range, he looked over as the weapon systems lock blared, klaxons lighting up the bridge of the colossal cruiser. He looked over to his tactical officer waving his hand as a grin came over his pale face, he said with a rough commanding voice.

“Fire!”

Dark blue beams of disruptive energy lanced forward screeching through space, crackling with small arcs of lighting, these dark energy beams were filtered laser beams through dark energy plasma, these beams attainted the disruptive property of the dark energy plasma as they passed through it, several forward beams lanced and arced out filling the Dark and cold nothingness between the Hobbeebian ship and federation ship with its blue hue.

Graviton divers followed suit, multiple forward guns opened, recoiling as they fired car sized shells at fractions of C, round after round poured from the cannons, a yellow flaming hue surrounded each shell as it flew towards its Hobbeebian target, missile batteries opened up as well, thousands of Polaris, anti matter missiles flooded space, they bolted from the VLS tubes on top of the ship, swarming with erratic maneuvers towards the Hobbeebian ship. Again and again beams, shells and missiles flew out at moderate intervals.
Ajax had also ordered fighters to be on alert, HSF-101 Excalibur and SF-16 Thunder bolt vipers were put on standby, ready to launch at a seconds notice.

Mean while the black sparrow made its way towards the asteroid field, requesting to dock..
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"The Sniper Round was ineffective. Repeat... Sniper Round was ineffective. Federal Union Vessels are returning fire. Sensors indicate anti-Matter missiles, Rail cannon fire, and Beam weapons have been seen. Current time til impact of missiles and Cannon fire is in 10 seconds! Hit probablity is at 45%.. Orders!" Called out the Dark Helms officer as he read over the reports.

" Take the ship down by 35 degrees, full thrust, activate full powered point defense lasers and engage full shield to the forward. Activate Gravi-pulse on my mark....Mark!"

As the flurry of orders came the Dark ship volted downward dodging asteroids as it went. As it came to full downward motions the volly of attacks where almost on top of them. But as the volley reached them, the gravi-pulse was activated which sent a huge pulse of gravity-altering waves in all directions. making the asteroids that weren't converted in random directions ... some where headed for planets, others collided with other Asteroids, and others towards The Federal Union ships.

The missiles that where fired where suddenly jolted in random directions striking Asteroids and flying off into the cold reaches of space. The Stations within the belt came oline and retuned fire. Although it appeared to be going according to plan the Dark ship was struck by asteroid debris made by the flurry of missiles, the damage was to the lower mass of the ship. The gapping whole created by the debris gave a look to the wierd inner workings of a dark bio-ship.

The stations, long with returning fire, also launched fighters to attack up close. but these fighters weren't like any other seen before. they where unmanned and where only about 1/3 the size of a standard fighter, they where called the *Swarmer Drones... The tiny super fast drones where numerous and erratic in flight making them difficult to target... they where not just annoying, they where deadly- armed with 12 medium turbo lasers they could overwhelm a Battlecruisers sheilding systems. And sense they where small and easy to produce they where everywhere. As they appraoched the Federal Union ships they began to open fire, sending millions of medium Turbo Lasers at the Federal Union ships.

* Drone Swarmer
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v734/hobbeeb/orbfighter.png

OOC that image reminds me of ,dam can't recall the name

Ajax sat back as the federation cruiser barreled full speed ahead, its body shimmering in the ominous well lit space, its weapons continued to fire, as it closed in to several million KM turbo laser bolts disappearing in to the dark energy field suddenly and abruptly as if being eaten by a massive hungry beast.

Arcs of dark blue beams flew from dual emitters on the front of the massively ominous ships, crackling with energy as they lunged out , the missiles displaced by the gravity field were not knocked out for long , as they reacquired the lock and began moving towards the target again, this time activating blink displacers, blinking in and out of existence as they got closer to the enemy ships , another horde of missiles followed suit, thousands more swooshing out of the VLS tubes from top and bottom.

Graviton drivers had continued to fire at regular intervals , shells with screeching trails of yellow flamed rushed through the ominous darkness of space beam after beam following suit, the mixture of beam missiles and Round going at near speed of light looked like a god putting judgment upon poor souls at the other end, as the shimmering light of weapons fire lit the hull of the cruiser up with magnificent bright trails of fire, the graviton drivers recoiled again and again as they fired out shells the size of Cars.

The cruiser closed the distance even more turning slightly cannons still roaring with projectiles, beams Still crackling towards the enemy , and missiles launching with blink displacers blinking closer and closer to the enemy.

Ajax smiled he placed his hand up and said with a whisper and a grin coming over his face, a laugh of sadistic pleasure almost roaring out. He waved his hand, with that wave, pulse cannons began to shriek and screech, as hundreds of Dark energy pulses traveled out of them, the enormous amount of disruptive energy contained in them made them bright and blue, filling the sky as they crackled with deadly energy. The cornucopia of colors lit the bridge as the captain viewed it on the holographic sensors, his grin becoming a smile as round after round plummeted from his ship.

Dual beams lashed out from multiple points, as Puffin Hit to kill missiles rushed out from point defense emplacements towards the drones, thousands of them at super high speed plummeted towards them, the ship itself was continuing to fire, wide cones of pulses, beams and missiles, streams of graviton rounds filled the space, as turbolasers were ate and harmlessly disrupted in the dark field.

Ajax sighed as he looked at his cruisers fire continued he sat back on his leather like chair looking up through his holographic panel.
The Crew was tense, Ajax had ordered the cruiser to make quick work of the enemy ship by all means necessary within reason of course, the advanced technology of the federation, the quality of ships and fire power of weapons would hopefully prove much for their foes.

The crew was stable, they did their jobs like sentinels working for a great cause, as the noises of battle reverberated and rocked through the busy, quick paced corridors of the ships interior, medical personnel began hastily getting ready for casualties if they came , engineers worked quickly, as they rushed around the main reactor room checking apparatuses, for power usage. Over all it was chaotic, however organized .

(OOC: and foot note, plasma based weapons, particle based weapons, fast moving cfracs, and missiles have no affect on the dark energy field HOW EVER, slow moving projectiles, Lasers, radiation beam weapons, and pulse lasers/ radiation weapons do go through it

Admiral James Holloway watched the continued line of disturbances flowing between the unknown vessel and the federal cruiser. An awesome display, to say the least. Neither side seemed to be giving in to any advantage, rather staying for a sort of stale mate. James could let this go on, but what fun was that? The Excalibur wasn't known for sitting around doing nothing. She was a ship renowned in the Galactic Republic for doing something, making the grade, and doing the impossible.

Attacking and crippling a Federal Starship was near damn impossible. Quite a good challenge indeed. And, at a tactical standpoint, if the Federal Cruiser ceased hostilities the fight would, logically, end. So he was doing the right thing, in a technical sense. But he wasn't here to do right, just to have fun at his own expense. Such was his personality as being a freelancing Admiral.

Using his finger to turn the holographic display, he concentrated on the Federal Cruiser. Pulling up its statistics, he noted his battleship was well out gunned and under defended compared to the cruiser. Quite the challenge. He pulled up his communications display, opening a direct line to the Federal Cruiser.

Attention: Attention:

Commanding Officer of the Federation Cruiser. We request that you cease hostilities immediately. We conclude that if you cease and desist, all hostilities in this vicinity would end. If you agree, please comply.

A sort of respectful demand to stand down. He waited for the reply.

Ajax personally replied, he appeared on screen, his eyes peering down in to the holographic camera, his hands folded on his lap, his blue uniform tidy and neat.

“Negative, past aggressions upon us by these things, have caused us great distress and harm and we will not rest until they are gone Captain Ajax out”

The Cruiser continued to fire though maneuvering as it did slowing a bit and Turing slightly firing at regular intervals.

"Ah, what the hell."

Admiral Holloway directed his holographic viewer at the unknown ship, tracking all firepower towards it. He then gave the order to fire at will.

The Massive Battleship slowly maneuvered itself to close the distance between the Federal Cruiser. Angling the top towards the Unknown Ship, all turrets were brought to bare. The massive cannons lit with the intensity of a sun, suddenly exploding out vicious hellfire and fusion energies towards the Hob Ship. The Electro-Magnetic Microwave Pulse Cannons were next in line, charging for an intense deadly pulse of contained Microwaves. As they shot off, a discharge of mist could be seen.

The Fusion Beams remain constant, flying through the beautiful display of the Battleships Electro-Magnetic Shields. Admiral Holloway ordered navigation to keep the ships engines running on full just in case their attacks didn't work.

"not here and i fun with but not finish with you yet"said Duke

"Lord Marshal some scum are thinking they can tell us what to do"said Hunter
"fuck them call a Fleet to join Hell"said Duke



*not wise are you, our Warp Cannon would rip you apart , along for the fun a Fleet be here in a Second*

Warp Cannon? Pursuant to Imperial Regulation 15, concerning the possession of armaments associated with human slaver vessels you are hereby judged a criminal vessel under Imperial law. Based upon your actions you are summarily guilty, and judged to be an enemy of the setian people. You have approximately 5 seconds, which is, incidentally the travel time of our weapons at this range, to destroy your vessel. Non-compliance will simply delay your death between 1 and 4 seconds when our weapons crush through your paper thin hull, and wipe your miserable corpses, undeserving of life, from existence.

The general turns from the bridge, goes to the staging deck, and steps through the portal to the directors office, his two marine guards in their 11 foot tall armor and shotguns stepped to the side, and the General himself stepped through. His armor was smaller and lighter than the marines, and he only showed a pistol and a sword, but he was obviously in command.

<Director Roman. You wished to speak with me?>

OOC: Does anyone on here know when to just give up? Seriously, what lunatic has a randomass fleet set to jump in over a single battleship engaged in obviously questionable activities? It's illogical and patently implausible. Freakin A.

OOC like know how you think slavers would get hold of Warp-Cannon Tech seeing it find only Blackstone Fortress , and they well guarded

OOC like know how you think slavers would get hold of Warp-Cannon Tech seeing it find only Blackstone Fortress , and they well guarded

OOC: Warp cannon are found alternatively on Blackstones, The Planet Killer, several vessels of the Chaos BFG Fleet, and I believe one other Imperial Space Fortress(the name escapes me). The technology is not hard to find. New Dornalia uses a large number of upgunned ones, and it is available just about everywhere. Thank you, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.

ooc oh and slavers are going just have those things at hand and the Planet Killer are Built around a central energy cannon of immeasurable magnitude also studded with numerous long range lances, weapons batteries and torpedo launchers

Does anyone on here know when to just give up? Seriously, what lunatic has a randomass fleet set to jump in over a single battleship engaged in obviously questionable activities? It's illogical and patently implausible. Freakin A
oh this what questionable activities the Fing ship was order to bring Lord Marshal pet and Droid,oh and i say again Lord Marshal and Fleet orders given in quoted post

OOC: well by your post my swarmer dones should be making some scratches... They use Turbo lasers

As the flurry of fire power marketed itself upon the void with color and spectecale, the dark commander Was going to reveal just how much the ship he controled could dish out ..and take back. The Dark BattleCruiser gracefully manuvered through the asteroid field letting the floating space rock take the weapons instead of the ships hull. As it continued to evade the onslaught of the Federal Union Vessel the ships hull began to change. The once sleek form of the vessel was replaced with a porculine as Pulse lasrer cannons began to form acrossed the hull.

The Dark Commander watched as his ship morphed and contorted into something for more powerful. Then after just a few seconds of time passed the Dark Commander gave another order...

" Activate Trans-Deminsional Shields... Turn hard to port. All weapons trained on the Federal Union ship. Fire at will."

As the order was given, the ship dissapeared from the visual sense as it was replaced with a random point in space the shield now protected and hide the vessel by acting like a window. then as the vessel got close it unloaded thousands of Pulse Lasers and sniper cannons upon the Federal Union ship. but as the Feeral Union crew would soon find out... The closer the Dark vessel got the more their ships was being drained of power....

The general turns from the bridge, goes to the staging deck, and steps through the portal to the directors office, his two marine guards in their 11 foot tall armor and shotguns stepped to the side, and the General himself stepped through. His armor was smaller and lighter than the marines, and he only showed a pistol and a sword, but he was obviously in command.

<Director Roman. You wished to speak with me?>

OOC: Does anyone on here know when to just give up? Seriously, what lunatic has a randomass fleet set to jump in over a single battleship engaged in obviously questionable activities? It's illogical and patently implausible. Freakin A.


OOC: you are new to this..lol The Dark Biomech forces are a cancer of space and time. Thousand times worse then the Imitators they completely take over the host chjanging the host from what it is into something completely different. As the Dark Biomech forces grow they must feed on more matter, which in turn makes their forces grow. They have no logic, no emotion, no reason to be civil. They are mindless drones who abey one man who gave in to them willingly and became their Dark Commander. These beings consume anything and everything. And the Hobbeebian Imperium has been battling them for thousands of years...

OOC The Dark Biomech , Hack i keep my Main lot far away from them as they can , just after Hobbeebia given a run down in a thread i may of been in or read when still new

OOC The Dark Biomech , Hack i keep my Main lot far away from them as they can , just after Hobbeebia given a run down in a thread i may of been in or read when still new

OOC: I'm not sure I understand what you said completely, but it seems that you are warning people to stay away from the Dark BioMechs. Is this the case?

Also, I think I'm going to jump on this bandwagon. Give me a moment to write my post and I'll edit it in when I'm done.

Deep in the vastness of space, all was still. Pieces of rock and metal and floating clouds of gas drifted aimlessly through the vacuum. Alongside these naturally occurring pieces of debris was pieces of man made debris. Torn hulls of warships, destroyed fighter craft and even the petrified corpses of soldiers who were sucked into the void drifted alongside the meteors and nebulae. Indeed, it was draped in an ominous, surreal beauty, and hadn’t been disturbed since the battle that took place here so many years ago.
Suddenly, a massive shockwave shot out in all directions, and was followed by a bright flash that could be seen from the other side of the solar system. More shockwaves and bright flashes followed suit, then more followed suit. And more. And more.
When the light had faded, in their place was the SVC Scout Fleet Bravo IV. It consisted of thirty vessels: 15 scout cruisers, 14 destroyers, and a single flagship called Nautilus, after the submarine of Captain Nemo in Twenty-Thousand Leagues under the Sea. The fleet had been dispatched forty-eight hours ago to investigate a disturbance in the area, though, by the time they got there, all seemed quiet, “seemed” being the keyword.
SVC Flagship Nautilus – Bridge
Admiral Giovanni Raulings chewed on the end of his pipe before taking a quick puff. Were he anyone else, smoking on the bridge would have resulted in an immediate court martial. However, the Ring considered him to be too important of an asset to give the boot, and Raulings was well aware of the fact that it was for this reason alone that he was still the Admiral of the Nautilus, and even still in the navy.
He surveyed the vast blackness on the holoscreen in front of him and found nothing. He was beginning to wonder if the entire operation were a faux, maybe even a cruel joke orchestrated by the Ring. There was nothing out here. Still, he kept these thoughts from his crew. They had been promised action, and he was going to stay here until it came. Either that or he’d hunt it down himself.
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The Nautilus had an expansive history. She was originally designed to be a Class 3 Battle Cruiser, but after the Colonists War thirty years ago, the SVC found itself short on vessels. Thus, the Nautilus was modified and transformed into a Flagship, and though she was roughly three quarters of the size of other flagships, she had more of a distinguished career than any of them.
Measured from stern to bow, she was 5 ½ kilometers long. Measured from top to bottom, she was 1 ¼ kilometers at the shortest and nearly 3 kilometer at the tallest. The same measurements could also be used when measuring the width. When she was originally built, her Titanium armor measured 15 meters thick, which was the average at the time. After she was converted to a flagship, the Titanium was stripped out in favor of the stronger and lighter alloy known as Thironium that had recently been developed, and she was given a twenty meter thick hull of Thironium, as well as an extra meter of Chromium for added defense against energy based weapons thanks to the metal’s ability to refract and disperse it to a degree.
Originally, she was powered by a fusion reactor, which was cooled by a network of tubes that carried a coolant around the perimeter of the reactor, and was contained with powerful electromagnets. Essentially, it was powered by a miniature sun. When she was refitted, the entire reactor was removed and replaced with a prototype zero-point energy reactor. It provided all the power of the fusion reactor, but without the use of a coolant system, thus increasing its effectiveness.

OOC: Well, Hob, tell me...do you expect people not to laugh at you and get annoyed when you have millions of little fighters that have the firepower, each, to overwhelm a battlecruiser?

It's called wank. Fighters cannot support turbolasers, the power requirement is too much. That's why. So, when they start going "WTF" and laughing at the ridiculousness of that, don't be so surprised. And making up some stuff about them "being the cancer of the universe" ain't gonna cut it.

Now, seeing as there are a lot of people in this thread already, I am going to ask first. Do you want anyone to enter, or should I just remain as an observant.

(OOC: agreed telros )

Ajax has had enough of the under powered drones and the bio ship attempting to one up the federation cruiser, he sat back an eye twitching as he peered out of a holographic panel watching the black blob , the AI had highlighted the ship in hot pink, indicating primitive attempts at Trans-Dimensional Shielding. He sighed resting his hands on the arms of his chair. He looked over to his tactical officer, who was already pressing his hands on several DRIB controls.

Ajax chuckled a bit, his mouth opening with a smile as e began to speak, he stood up folding his hands behind him, he said with a commanding voice.
“Engage DRIB…”

The tactical officer pressed his hand upon the glassy panel, with a grin over his smooth face, his wireless AI interface working in tandem with his mind.
As the fire from the federation cruiser suddenly stopped, everything became hellishly quiet, the massive ship loomed over the other vessel, its body starting to shimmer, arcs of power flashing along the ship converging at a central point, a beam of yellow and white energy flashed towards the ship, moving in an instant , instead of hitting it, it dispersed in to a web like effect, surrounding the ship.

The bubble was a dimensional anchor, as the AI scanned the frequency of the Trans dimensional shielding, it adapted the bubble as such, pumping energy to encase the ship in a glowing white bubble of energy, literally pinning the space around it to another dimension . A secondary pulse of energy this time blue dispersed the energy leaving warped and semi folded, space, that would be disruptive to any un shielded object that entered, as well as nullify dimensional shielding due to distorting it, returning the shield to a normal force feild.

As a secondary method, to prevent any furtherance of the dimensional manipulation by this race, Ajax had also ordered the ships dimensional inhibitor field active, targeting to the enemies specific frequency. Ajax sat back with smile coming over his face, his ship had fired a weapon and encased the enemy, dimensionally anchored it to normal space, and warped the space around the re enforced space.

The next step was for the cruiser to engage its massive phase transit cannon, but Ajax would wait, the crew was shocked, they had never expected the refit to put weapons of this magnitude

On to the ship of theirs, the weapons went quiet for a bit, starting up again as Ajax waved his hand, several beams of blue arching energy lunging roared from dual emitters, graviton drivers roaring large flaming shells at .98c towards the ship, another volley of missiles followed smaller than the last two, but with the blink displacers they would easily get through the warp shell. Ajax and his officers watched as
Their weapons fire repeating regularly moved in to the disrupted space, flashes of light glimmering and reflecting through the holographic screen.

The affect of all this if the enemy ship attempted to escape would most likely turn in to several different objects, including a giant whale, a giant hello kitty doll, or several other objects.

(ooc: conventional weaponry that doesn't necessarily involve transdimensionality, would not be affected)

OOC: Well, Hob, tell me...do you expect people not to laugh at you and get annoyed when you have millions of little fighters that have the firepower, each, to overwhelm a battlecruiser?

It's called wank. Fighters cannot support turbolasers, the power requirement is too much. That's why. So, when they start going "WTF" and laughing at the ridiculousness of that, don't be so surprised. And making up some stuff about them "being the cancer of the universe" ain't gonna cut it.

Now, seeing as there are a lot of people in this thread already, I am going to ask first. Do you want anyone to enter, or should I just remain as an observant.

Depends on the kind of energies system that is supporting the fighter. If you think that turbo lasers are to powerful to be placed on to a fighter then you think to small. Dark Vessel, small or big, are powered with Zero- point energy generators... no energy restriction their, plus with the energy requirements pretty much only being the turbo lasers it is not as unfeasible as one would think. Not to mention they are not large turbos just medium ones not like they are uber powerful on their own right. A single killer bee wont kill- it takes the entire hive.

And I have a question for you Telros... If you have an illness that is created from your cells which spreads across your body making your healthy cells turn against your body what would you call that... Not sure but it sounds like a cancer. The universe is a body, The dark Biomech cell takes the universes cells ( matter) converts it in to the base elements and then replicates itself and so on and so forth, this effectively makes the universes matter turn against itself making it die from within.

The dark Biomech forces are not invincible, they are just difficult to destroy. I have incurred large losses on my side from a single Dark Biomech unit. you just have to think outside the box.

(ooc : you going to respond hobs?)

Depends on the kind of energies system that is supporting the fighter. If you think that turbo lasers are to powerful to be placed on to a fighter then you think to small. Dark Vessel, small or big, are powered with Zero- point energy generators... no energy restriction their, plus with the energy requirements pretty much only being the turbo lasers it is not as unfeasible as one would think. Not to mention they are not large turbos just medium ones not like they are uber powerful on their own right. A single killer bee wont kill- it takes the entire hive.

And I have a question for you Telros... If you have an illness that is created from your cells which spreads across your body making your healthy cells turn against your body what would you call that... Not sure but it sounds like a cancer. The universe is a body, The dark Biomech cell takes the universes cells ( matter) converts it in to the base elements and then replicates itself and so on and so forth, this effectively makes the universes matter turn against itself making it die from within.

The dark Biomech forces are not invincible, they are just difficult to destroy. I have incurred large losses on my side from a single Dark Biomech unit. you just have to think outside the box.

OOC:

Think about taking my hits, if you can.

Now for something completely different...

IC:

Dimitri Molokov watched a few security personnel pass by the hotel he had just exited. It had been a restful night sleep. His officer crew agreed, Michael having come back with more scares. Dimitri declined to inquire on how he got these, noting that no wire was around to cause an "accident". It seemed Michael and Angoli were getting close, as they talked more often when they and Dimitri met up for the daily hamburger and fries routine.

Which wasn't unusual. Leave was supposed to be fun. Dimitri considered this into his hypothesis on how Michael achieved such battle scars. Then again, no battles had taken place. Was Dimitri getting fooled here? He couldn't even imagine that Angoli would begin a relationship with Michael, so his mind refused to acknowledge this as fact. So he kept making excuses, and the scarred up Michael kept agreeing to each and every one Dimitri could conceive.

Weird how his Navigational Officer spurted such bullshit all of a sudden. He was still doing his job, so Dimitri didn't inquire further expect for the usual "Uh-Huh" and "Okay".

Dimitri had kept close tabs on his ship, having had a discussion with the Dock master about a longer stay. He was welcomed to, for a price. Thankfully he could afford what was demanded. Now the only thing he needed was income.

"Whats the plan," inquired Michael as he gave a grin to Angoli. She returned it with a slight click of her teeth, "More sleep." Dimitri rolled his eyes, all the two did was sleep now. Or maybe they weren't sleeping..

"Oh Lord," Dimitri rubbed his forehead.

"You okay Captain?" Michael looked worried, Dimitri just responded with a shake of his head. "Nothing wrong, carry on."

"I say after the battles over we salvage and then looked for new ships." Angoli gave a Komodren-style grin, "More crew, more cannon fodder, and more money. Thats the key."

"An entire Pirate Fleet," Dimitri nodded, "I like it."

"Yea, and our bank accounts are slap-full, so we can afford it." Michaels eyes gleamed at the possibility of commanding an armada. Whatever fantasy he was in, Dimitri concluded, couldn't possibly happen. "This isn't the Republic," Dimitri said, "Stop daydreaming." Michael sighed, "A man can have his fantasy."

Angoli and Michael exchanged a chuckle, which took Dimitri by surprise. He then proceeded to slap his forehead. Please Lord, he said in vain prayer, let the truth of this hide from me!

Erica looked at Duke with a confused look on her face. "Not finished with us?" she asked. "What else did you have in mind?"

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(OOC: Xiscapia, always open, never closed. Oh, and consider 'permision granted for landng'...)

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He turned his large, green, leather chair to face his guests. "Greetings General Khane. Welcome to the Auburn Hills. I am Director Roman. This is Demon (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Demon.jpg), my personal bodyguard." He hit a control, and the General's origonal message appeared in the holo-screen above the desk:

"To the pirates, slavers, smugglers and scum of Auburn, this is General Kahne, Anderman Marine Corps, on behalf of the Emperor. You will stand down your vessels and prepare to be boarded. Your asteroid bases will do similarly. I will meet personally with your leader, or whatever petty ganglord rules this place. Is that understood?"

The message vanished, and Roman leaned forward. "Clearly, you can understand my concern. You have made a very serious charge here. I have no doubt that your superior forces can easily shut down my little, operation. However, I do not believe that it is neccessary. Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement, one that would benefitt all parties involved..."

Erica looked at Duke with a confused look on her face. "Not finished with us?" she asked. "What else did you have in mind?"

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(OOC: Xiscapia, always open, never closed. Oh, and consider 'permision granted for landng'...)

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He turned his large, green, leather chair to face his guests. "Greetings General Khane. Welcome to the Auburn Hills. I am Director Roman. This is Demon (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Demon.jpg), my personal bodyguard." He hit a control, and the General's origonal message appeared in the holo-screen above the desk:

"To the pirates, slavers, smugglers and scum of Auburn, this is General Kahne, Anderman Marine Corps, on behalf of the Emperor. You will stand down your vessels and prepare to be boarded. Your asteroid bases will do similarly. I will meet personally with your leader, or whatever petty ganglord rules this place. Is that understood?"

The message vanished, and Roman leaned forward. "Clearly, you can understand my concern. You have made a very serious charge here. I have no doubt that your superior forces can easily shut down my little, operation. However, I do not believe that it is necessary. Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement, one that would benefit all parties involved..."

<It is possible we may come to an agreement Director. The actions of ships based in and around this area tends to support my claims, so I feel as though I have a strong bargaining position to work with. Pirate activity in this area will not be tolerated, at all. I may be convinced to allow operations on your asteroid bases to continue, as long as several rather broad classes of illegal activity are forbidden, and you enforce such a decree.>

Roman stood from his chair, and walked over to a recess in the wall. "I understand your position," he replied. "And I assure you that I do not support, operate, or edorse pirate activity." After pressing a control, a glass of brown, foamy liquid appeared. "My asteroids are used to support my shipbuilding and mining operations. However, they have also become a, hangout of a sorts, for a wide variety of spacers. As long as they do not stir up trouble, I allow them access to this base. They have turned it into a small city." He took a drink, then turned back to the General, "May I get you something?"

Roman stood from his chair, and walked over to a recess in the wall. "I understand your position," he replied. "And I assure you that I do not support, operate, or edorse pirate activity." After pressing a control, a glass of brown, foamy liquid appeared. "My asteroids are used to support my shipbuilding and mining operations. However, they have also become a, hangout of a sorts, for a wide variety of spacers. As long as they do not stir up trouble, I allow them access to this base. They have turned it into a small city." He took a drink, then turned back to the General, "May I get you something?"

<I do not partake. Your alcohol has no effect on my biological systems in any case. It may be that you are just a corporate manager, but you would be wise to check more carefully into your guests. At least three pirate raids on Merchant vessels have been noted as coming from this base in recent months. That is more than we can tolerate. You will be required to provide data on all vessels stopping here, and all personnel that use your facilities to the outpost commander I intend to station here.>

Erica looked at Duke with a confused look on her face. "Not finished with us?" she asked. "What else did you have in mind?"

"what do you think"Duke said as he pulls her on to his lap as his Dog lays at his feet

"sir really"said Hunter as he shifted his arm with the shield on it

Space

a Republic Fleet of 494 Ships drop out of wrap next to Hell

"I think that you better have one big bank account!" Erica jokes as she wraps her arms arround Duke. "After all, that kinda 'entertainment' ain't cheep..."

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"Alcohol? No, a refreshing beverage from my old homeworld. I believe it is called, Root Beer." Roman returned to his desk, and called up a shipping chart on the holo-screen. "As you can see, all vessels that have used this port in the last 12 months are registered freighters, traders, liners, and other civilion craft. No 'pirates' or the like. Perhaps your intelligence agents are mistaken. Pirates could have easily hidden themselves among the six planets in this system." He scrolled down the list, "As for data, all I have are the transponders of the incoming vessels. As this is not a government regulated port, I do not keep full records of all ships. Just my own bulk transports, which I use for hauling materials mined from the field to the refineries here. These materials are used in my shipyards." He paused to drink from the glass. "Ah. Now, this business of an poupost commander', really, is that even necessary? I have my own Enforcers, as you can see." He waves at the armored guards at the door. "And my Security Chief, Dinobot, is in total control of the local population." His fire-red eyes flash. "How about a compromise? As you may or may not be aware, there are four rocky and two gas planets in this system, non of which have been claimed. Your government could claim them for yourselves, which would allow you the right to patrol the system and catch and so-called 'pirates'." He leaned back, with a pleased look on his face. "You get what you want, and I remain in control of this asteroid field. Oh, and if you are placed in charge of the system, I will guarentee that you will be well, rewarded."

<One moment. I will most likely have another condition for you.>

He pauses, seemingly ignoring the Director for nearly a full minute.

<One of your guests is causing us trouble, and attempting to derail the peaceful resolution of this conflict. You will have your enforcers find and detain anyone having debarked from the imaginatively named Battleship Hell, they will be returned to their ship and directed to leave. If that does not happen, we will be forced to call in a task force and engage their newly arrived fleet. The consequences for your station would be most unpleasant if we began firing. Accuracy cannot be guaranteed in such a situation, and civilian casualties are something we strive to avoid at all costs. I can also call in a fleet carrier, and enact boarding actions with Wyvern Infantry on their vessels, through the same way I joined you here. Our gateways are not stopped by shielding, and we can put troops directly into the engine room of an enemy ship if we are so inclined. In either case, it would not be a good thing, if, on the other hand, you were to apprehend this troublemaker and expel him from this system, I could see my way towards setting up an in system base as soon as tomorrow. Alternatively, you could get his arrogant and underpowered ship to stand down. I don't care how it happens, so long as our ships don't have to blow up, then clean up his fleet. I don't see a single ship in his fleet that is a one on one match for either of my Cruisers, but numbers do tend to give some minor advantage.>

Roman carfully listened to General Khane's demands. This is even better than I expected... he thought. I can use this baffoon to keep any competition out of the Auburn system, AND to provide protection for myself. He hit a control, causing the holo-screen to change from the shipping charts to a system map showing the battle. "General," he began, "I feel I must point out that I try to stay out of any disagreements that do not directly concern myself. This battle, I have not started it, nor do I plan on interfering with it. As to your 'troublemaker'. My Enforcers are used for safeguarding the security of this facility, not picking up other's problems. However, you are free to search out this man on your own. The Enforcers will not interfer, as long as you concern yourself with your task and don't cause trouble for the general populace. As for his ship," he indicated the map, "I believe you are better equipped to deal with that situation then I. And if you feel that a fleet battle is required, I only ask that you please direct it into another part of this system. There are valuable, 'materials' housed in my shipyards, and I believe we both would like to see that they remain undamaged."

OOC really The Andermani you full of it by saying your ships are so powerfull then other

OOC: No, I simply follow the 1 ship per million population law. 1 ship per million is average, ten ships per million is below average, 1 ship per ten million are well above average. I stick to about one ship per 20-25 million. What this means is that those two heavy cruisers are each about like facing a squadron of Dreadnoughts. I'm being NICE by not simply raping your cardboard fleet across the solar system. I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. Your RP tells me your ships are cardboard. My nice guy effect says they're each at least as good as an Iowa. Thank you, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.

OOC really The Andermani you full of it by saying your ships are so powerfull then other

Bradley entered Docking Bay 0, and went straight to the bar. "Mike's Hard," he said to the bartender. After checking his comlink, he turned to look arround, and spied Erica and Duke a few spots away. He took his bottle and walked over to them. "Sorry to interupt," he said. "But I gotta talk to her for a minute. Won't take long." Erica got down and followed John. "Be right back," she said to Duke. They moved to a booth in the back of the bar, "What's going on?"
Bradley leaned on the table. "I gotta make a run," he began, "One that could set me up for life. Get outta this business, find a nice, small colony and retire."
"Really?" she replied. "Why are you telling me this, now?"
"Because, if this works out, I want you to come with me."
"What?!" Surprise covers her face. "You mean-"
"Yep."
"Wow. I, I don't now what to say..."
"Don't say anything. Wait for me until I get back."
"I will."
And with that, he got up and left the bar. She watched him go, then returned to Duke. "Hey. So, where were we?"

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Roman carfully listened to General Khane's demands. This is even better than I expected... he thought. I can use this baffoon to keep any competition out of the Auburn system, AND to provide protection for myself. He hit a control, causing the holo-screen to change from the shipping charts to a system map showing the battle. "General," he began, "I feel I must point out that I try to stay out of any disagreements that do not directly concern myself. This battle, I have not started it, nor do I plan on interfering with it. As to your 'troublemaker'. My Enforcers are used for safeguarding the security of this facility, not picking up other's problems. However, you are free to search out this man on your own. The Enforcers will not interfer, as long as you concern yourself with your task and don't cause trouble for the general populace. As for his ship," he indicated the map, "I believe you are better equipped to deal with that situation then I. And if you feel that a fleet battle is required, I only ask that you please direct it into another part of this system. There are valuable, 'materials' housed in my shipyards, and I believe we both would like to see that they remain undamaged."

<I could make it your problem, but that would be too easy. Very well.> He doesn't say anything more to the director, but shortly thereafter no less than 25 more Wyverns step through the portal, one at a time and begin to leave the office, moving in squads to scour this asteroid for the presence of the morons from Hell. <You will however make a transmission ceding this system, barring the asteroid field, to the Imperial Anderman Navy. It's simply a matter of protocol.>

OOC: Auburn, you have MSN or AIM? Contact me at Pmmiehm@hotmail.com. I have to leave for work, but I'll be able to post more tomorrow.

Demon remained quiet during the whole conversation. I hope he knows what he is doing... he thought. This guy means business. And those guards... He watched the new guards appear and leave the room. They look big, but that could be the armor. He began to imagin them in combat. Their size is their biggest weakness. That armor must be more for show than combat. Still, it would be interesting. I'm getting tired of defeating the SPARTANS all the time...

"I do not believe that is required," Roman replied. "I have never claimed this system for myself, just this asteroid field. If YOU were to send out such a transmission, claiming this system, I believe that your opponents would be forced to leave." He relaxed in his chair, hands folded upon his lap. "Now, that brings me to the matter of my asteroids. Once you have assumed control of the system, you will still allow any and all ships to come and go from my facility at will? Perhaps through a special spacelane, one that doesn't intercect with the planets' orbits?"

(OOC: e-mail going out in a few min.)

OOC: Actually Isa, it's because of a simple concept. It's called what many have chosen to call it, the "Anime Ninja" or "Imperial Star Destroyer" rule. The more Ninjas/ISDs you have, the weaker they are. The less you have, the stronger they are. Going by the 1000 ships per billion rule, I have no idea how many he has, but he has few as is going for quality, not quantity. I have the same, currently. I could have 3700 or something ships, of average quality.

I have 600. As such, they pack a punch. So, it is part that he has few ships and they can do a lot of stuff, and since you throw around ships like water, that is why he considers them like such. You can espouse size and technology, but if you have a larger ratio of ships to what you can have, than he does, and his is smaller than your ratio, then they're stronger. The less you have, the more resources put into each ship. Simple as that.


EDIT: 1000 per million, Andermanii? I thought it was per billion?

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OOC let see ,i'am 06 i do think i have the numbers and Automating most of the ship cuts down on crew need and seeing as my hyperdrives, enabling my ships to traverse thousands of light years in minutes the time frame about right and your all so forgetting there are other ships from older Nations are on their way too, so don't get smart

(OOC: let's wait untill Andermani returns before dealing with any system claims. All other stories, please continue. Why are my replies being listed BEFORE the last post? Isa, This should have been AFTER you. weird...)

OOC:
EDIT: 1000 per million, Andermanii? I thought it was per billion?
OOC per billion i keep hearing too
IC
"I think that you better have one big bank account!" Erica jokes as she wraps her arms arround Duke. "After all, that kinda 'entertainment' ain't cheep..."

"i think your Right"said Duke


To the ships in the Area as of now the Republic now Clams the area around the asteroid field for our Lord

(OOC: let's wait untill Andermani returns before dealing with any system claims. All other stories, please continue. Why are my replies being listed BEFORE the last post? Isa, This should have been AFTER you. weird...)

OOC it's call time wrapping ,it happens due to the servers timing been out
Anderman can have the system, my lot just want the area around the belt to safe guard Duke, as he wants the girl that with him , you find out more when he talks to Hunter

(OOC: got it. and to save us a little confusion, let me edit and repost...)



Bradley entered Docking Bay 0, and went straight to the bar. "Mike's Hard," he said to the bartender. After checking his comlink, he turned to look arround, and spied Erica and Duke a few spots away. He took his bottle and walked over to them. "Sorry to interupt," he said. "But I gotta talk to her for a minute. Won't take long." Erica got down and followed John. "Be right back," she said to Duke. They moved to a booth in the back of the bar, "What's going on?"
Bradley leaned on the table. "I gotta make a run," he began, "One that could set me up for life. Get outta this business, find a nice, small colony and retire."
"Really?" she replied. "Why are you telling me this, now?"
"Because, if this works out, I want you to come with me."
"What?!" Surprise covers her face. "You mean-"
"Yep."
"Wow. I, I don't now what to say..."
"Don't say anything. Wait for me until I get back."
"I will."
And with that, he got up and left the bar. She watched him go, then returned to Duke. "Hey. So, where were we?"

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Bradley entered the bridge of his ship, the Fighting Falcon. "Is everything set?"
"Yep," replies Kate at the ops station. "Cargo is secure and we are ready for liftoff."
Bradley takes his place at the helm/nav controls. He always enjoyed flying his own ship. "Alright, let's get out of here." he activates the thrusters, and lifts the ship off its legs.They retract as the ship reverses out of the bay and into space. He increases power to the engines, and the Falcon speeds away from the asteroid. After 15 minutes of crazy manuvers, the ship clears the asteroid field, on the far side away from the battle. "Ready for warp speed," reports Kate.
Bradley activates a small screen to his side, and keys it to show the asteroid field behind the ship. "See you soon...." And with the pull of a lever, is gone...

(OOC: There, that's better...)

(OOC: got it. and to save us a little confusion, let me edit and repost...)



Bradley entered Docking Bay 0, and went straight to the bar. "Mike's Hard," he said to the bartender. After checking his comlink, he turned to look arround, and spied Erica and Duke a few spots away. He took his bottle and walked over to them. "Sorry to interupt," he said. "But I gotta talk to her for a minute. Won't take long." Erica got down and followed John. "Be right back," she said to Duke. They moved to a booth in the back of the bar, "What's going on?"
Bradley leaned on the table. "I gotta make a run," he began, "One that could set me up for life. Get outta this business, find a nice, small colony and retire."
"Really?" she replied. "Why are you telling me this, now?"
"Because, if this works out, I want you to come with me."
"What?!" Surprise covers her face. "You mean-"
"Yep."
"Wow. I, I don't now what to say..."
"Don't say anything. Wait for me until I get back."
"I will."
And with that, he got up and left the bar. She watched him go, then returned to Duke. "Hey. So, where were we?"

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Duke was Talking to Hunter as Erica was talking to Bradley

"she has the birth mark right where it is said in the notes and somewhere in my mind i can recall her and me when we were young"said Duke
"Lord Marshal it could be a tattoo and one mind can easy fool oneself"said Hunter as Erica returns

"Hey. So, where were we?"

'i just said i think your right"said Duke

(OOC: sorry for the delay. lunch break...)

"Of course I'm right," Erica replied. She cupped her hand over her mouth. "Right Jen?!" she yelled.
"Right!" came from accross the bar.
"So, can i get you something?" she askes. "Or are you one of those guys who doesn't eat breakfast?"

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Finally, his ship was secured in the spidery-looking station attached to the asteroid. Drakor exited the boarding tube, and headed down the corridor. "I know Bradley is here somewhere," he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. "Wait, doesn't he have a girlfriend who works in that bar?" After a moment, he continnues on, eventually entering Docking Bay 0. He walks up to the bar, and just happens to sit next to Duke and Erica. "Pardon me," he askes the bartender, "but has a man by the name of Bradley been around here?"

OOC:

Basically, since I have no further use of them, let us pretend my little Admiral left the scene and his ships went somewhere else. Kinda defunks the pirate RP anyway.

IC:

This had been one helluva vacation.

For the past week they had enjoyed the perfect life here. Anagonian currency exchanges made things a lot happier for the officer trio. Michael and Angoli had become much closer through the progressing days, and Dimitri had come to accept the fact that there was, indeed, a relationship occurring on his vessel. During one of their routine visits, he even complimented on how well they both fit each other. Of course he got an unusual glance from Angoli, but after a moment or two they got the joke.

Hell, if anyone needed love it was them. Might as well bless it while he was at it. He chuckled to himself silently after musing over the subject. Right now, the duo was somewhere else spending quality time together. He shrugged the uneasiness away, which was simple for him to do. It wasn't nothing to concentrate hard on. After all, people find the oddest counterparts to match their wits these days.

It also made him think of the good times he had with his past wife. How she and him used to do the same thing. But he quickly pushed the thoughts aside once it started to hurt too much. He missed her, dearly. Thinking about it only made it worse. So he didn't. Instead, he thought about how lucky Michael and Angoli was. Hopefully they wouldn't end up like his relationship did.

No, he said softly in thoughts, Don't let yourself be dragged down anymore.

With a submissive sigh, he stood in the center of the Sherman Hill plaza and looked around. His friend the Admiral had left a long time ago. If they needed assistance getting out, they were alone. The favor had been repaid, and thats all Dimitri wanted. Now, it seemed, business was the way to go.

Looking to his left, Nemesis stood as his bodyguard. The B2 had been cramped up on the Dark Raider for most of the leave time here. Dimitri decided he'd allow him to explore, to an extent. Where Dimitri was going he would need some muscle, and nothing matched a Droid with a social problem. He chuckled to himself quietly. A few months back, he could have sworn the droid was as stupid as a nut. Things changed, he supposed.

He looked to the Shuttle Tram that would lead to Delta 1. Slowly, deliberately, Nemesis and he boarded it as it quickly made the distance. As the shuttle stopped and the doors to the docking bay opened, Nemesis exited first to examine the surroundings. Finding everything acceptable, his head extended to look at Dimitri. Dimitri exited promptly, looking around also. On his side was a blaster rifle, hidden beneath his garments to not provoke anyone.

He knew the Director didn't want to see him, but business was business. He intended to start something here, and no matter how many people he had to go through, he'd do it. Not that he was going to kill anyone, of course. Just that he really wanted to start getting a cash flow in.

(OOC: sorry for the delay. lunch break...)

"Of course I'm right," Erica replied. She cupped her hand over her mouth. "Right Jen?!" she yelled.
"Right!" came from accross the bar.
"So, can i get you something?" she askes. "Or are you one of those guys who doesn't eat breakfast?"

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Finally, his ship was secured in the spidery-looking station attached to the asteroid. Drakor exited the boarding tube, and headed down the corridor. "I know Bradley is here somewhere," he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. "Wait, doesn't he have a girlfriend who works in that bar?" After a moment, he continnues on, eventually entering Docking Bay 0. He walks up to the bar, and just happens to sit next to Duke and Erica. "Pardon me," he askes the bartender, "but has a man by the name of Bradley been around here?"

OOC between the on going net drop out and watching Dads army at youtube did not noties
IC

"eggs and ham"said Duke

can she be the one picked for me years and lost many years ago when her family ship was attacked Duke think to himself

"You got it," Erica got up and went into the kitchen to get his order. She noticed Duke eyeing her, but thought nothing of it. I just have to put up with this until John returns, she thought to herself. I hope he'll let Jen come along...

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Drakor also watches Erica as she moves into the kitchen. "Scuse me," he says to Duke, "but would you know the name of that fine lass? See, I'm looking for a guy named Bradley, and I know his girl works here. Any idea?"

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Message to Mr. Dimitri:
I am Director Roman's assistant. As he is busy, he asked me to meet with you. Please come to my office, Room-34 Level-11 Section-2, so we may discuss your business here.

"You got it," Erica got up and went into the kitchen to get his order. She noticed Duke eyeing her, but thought nothing of it. I just have to put up with this until John returns, she thought to herself. I hope he'll let Jen come along...

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Drakor also watches Erica as she moves into the kitchen. "Scuse me," he says to Duke, "but would you know the name of that fine lass? See, I'm looking for a guy named Bradley, and I know his girl works here. Any idea?"

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"you first name is Erica "said Duke then turns to Hunter

"run a scan of her DNA with the familys one in the data bank"said Duke
"if i must"Hunter said to Duke
"boy you can be a rude"siad Duke

"Erica..." Drakor leans back, thinking. "Yes, she's Bradley's girlfriend." Erica came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of food for Duke. "Here you go," she said while setting it down on the bar.
"Scuss me lass," said Drakor, "But would happen to know a man name of John Bradley?" He had a wicked grin on his face.
"John?" she replied, "Yeah, I know him. We're old friends. Why?" She put her hands on her hips, "What's he to you?"
"Oh, not much. He just owes me a large dept." He reached into his jacket, and pulled out an old-style communicator. "And you're gonna help me get it!" He hits a switch, both he and Erica vanish in a transporter beam...

"Erica..." Drakor leans back, thinking. "Yes, she's Bradley's girlfriend." Erica came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of food for Duke. "Here you go," she said while setting it down on the bar.
"Scuss me lass," said Drakor, "But would happen to know a man name of John Bradley?" He had a wicked grin on his face.
"John?" she replied, "Yeah, I know him. We're old friends. Why?" She put her hands on her hips, "What's he to you?"
"Oh, not much. He just owes me a large dept." He reached into his jacket, and pulled out an old-style communicator. "And you're gonna help me get it!" He hits a switch, both he and Erica vanish in a transporter beam...

"err"said Hunter

"let me guess she is and now i must get her back"said Duke

"yur"said Hunter

"go get Jen and i'll eat this up fast may as not waste and best have a full gut"said Duke

Hunter leave to get Jen as Duke eats the food fast

When the transporter effect faded, Delkor and Erica were on his ship. "What the hell are you doing?!" she demands.
"I need Bradley," Drakor replies, "But he will never come willingly. So, I need you to lure him in."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Oh, you'll have a private cabin. And don't worry about the crew. They'll leave you alone." He stood up straight. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/lastscan.jpg), Miss Erica!"

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Jenny was waiting on a table of spacers when the robot stepped up. "What do you want?" she asked.

Jenny was waiting on a table of spacers when the robot stepped up. "What do you want?" she asked.

"it's about Erica she been taken and Duke want to see now"said Hunter

(OOC: My ship full of spec ops asked to dock with your station at the asteroid Auburn, and ISA if you bring any fleet in, Ill drag a battle carrier task group in here and you don't want that, you saw what a cruiser did to Hob's there)

"What? Taken?" Jen was stunned, "Who took her? What happened?"

(OOC: TFU, you are welcome to dock. Feel free to RP docking and your characters movements. I will join in after seeing what you're up too...)

(OOC: My ship full of spec ops asked to dock with your station at the asteroid Auburn, and ISA if you bring any fleet in, Ill drag a battle carrier task group in here and you don't want that, you saw what a cruiser did to Hob's there)

OOC you should be talking to Andermani they the one trying to take over the place , i'am just safe guarding Duke the Lord Marshal of the Republic

Jen runs up to Duke. "What happened?" she cries, "Where is Erica?"

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She's sitting in a dark cabin, onboard the Black Pearl. "What has Jonny gotten us into this time?" she wonderes outload...


(ooc: not again....)

"What? Taken?" Jen was stunned, "Who took her? What happened?"

"talk to the Lord Marshal"said Hunter as he turn and head back to Duke

Jen runs up to Duke. "What happened?" she cries, "Where is Erica?"

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She's sitting in a dark cabin, onboard the Black Pearl. "What has Jonny gotten us into this time?" she wonderes outload...


(ooc: not again....)

"someone John Bradley owes money to,taken her to make him pay him back,Now where do i find John Bradley, so i can get Erica Nightblade back"said Duke

Jen is frozen. "Nightblade?" she askes, "What are you talking about?"
The bartender steps over. "That pirate that took the girl. Name's Drakor. Most ruthless and cunning man to opperate outta this place, cept for the Director of course. His ship, the Black Pearl is the fastest, strongest, and most feared pirate ship in this quadrant. If he took her, your best chance is to find Bradley. He left this morning, some cargo run for the Director. I'd talk to him." He leans close. "But be carful. Do not threaten Director Roman. He is extremly ruthless, cold, cunning. Make him your ally, and Bradley is yours."

(OOC: back tomorrow.)

And I have a question for you Telros... If you have an illness that is created from your cells which spreads across your body making your healthy cells turn against your body what would you call that... Not sure but it sounds like a cancer. The universe is a body, The dark Biomech cell takes the universes cells ( matter) converts it in to the base elements and then replicates itself and so on and so forth, this effectively makes the universes matter turn against itself making it die from within.

OOC: It's called an Autoimmune Disease, so I suppose you are an Autoimmune Virus.

If you think what I'm proposing is unfeasible do to the new nature of my confederacy on the intersector(?) scene that's alright.

IC:

It was relatively new. Not just that, it was one of a small spread group of independant Uir interstellar ships. It had wandered far away from the Confederacy (or gs' X/mv'w'j\x; in their native abjad-alphabet hybrid) and had stumbled upon the system of the Auburn Asteroid Belt. They had found a sample message written in common and had spent weeks on guard trying to remain hidden while they decoded it. After months of fruitless effort and after removing strange symbols they had arriven to a conclusion which had taken a government patrol ship minutes. It just goes to show how low quality ciphers they had.

The ship was relatively small with 8 boosters in a ring behind the vessel for sublight travel at 5/6 c. About 60 citizens worked on the ship, most of them on the eight sublight engines which glowed hite-bluish when on. FTL travel was the normal method used by the Uir. By accessing 'strings' which contained tachyons they could travel 50,000 times c and therefore traverse five lightyears in under an hour. The shielding systems just projected a simple force field which would normally be enough to prevent an Uir PEP (pulsed energy projectile) gun or cannon.

They drifted went 'below' the system's main plane, so as not to attract much attention. The asteroid belt seemed to be the only source of life in the system and even though it was contaminated with oxygen, organisms some how survived there. The nitrogen-inhaling, hydrogen cyanide-exhaling organisms proceeded to enter the asteroid belt from 'below'. They put up their shields and hoped for the best. They sent a message:

Requesting Permission to Dock....

The Modified dolphin docked with the star port, Grant and his crew departed, they had papers, and a holographic manifest of all the things on their “cargo ship”, grant looked around his eyes panning the crowded port, he scanned, his eyes adjusting to several different sensor frequencies.

~“Targets not here…”~ He said via telepathy, they started to wander about, and hands to the side of each of them as they moved in a single line down a hall. The Federation indeed had an interest in this station for what… that was something to be reviled.

The cruiser stayed in orbit, Ajax sighed as he looked around his bridge, as the enemy ship had ceased to be I seemed, he had his vessel stand on condition yellow. He had maintained a secure line of communications.

Grant had turned a corner he looked around, starting to speak vial telepathy as he and his crew seemed to start doing something, to some small computer console in a lightly traveled area of the station. Just off the main drag, Grants HDIM (Hand Data Interface Module) was active, wirelessly, attempting to access the stations data and library, manifest, and such. As grant did this he looked like he was only waving his hand back and forth, on the console.

Saying to Ajax ~If we get something we’ll let you know, so far nothing yet~…
Tom was leaning on a wall looking like a normal run of the mill sleaze bag, he looked back and said.

“Sir I’m going in to a bar to see if I can get any more info… Stacey rolled her eyes, as grant said idly “don’t get in to a fight and be back ASAP”

(OOC: I’d like to interact with some characters if any ones on the station)

OOC: 1 per million I said. Which is equal to one thousand per billion.

IC:

I am afraid you are mistaken. Your republics claim is denied, we have just concluded a discussion with Director Roman, wherein it has been decided that the Imperial Anderman Navy will take control of this system and police it, while preserving the autonomy of the Chrysler Corporation's holdings here in the asteroid field. Second fleet is en route to enforce this claim. As your ships are now in violation of Imperial space, I will require you to reduce their numbers to no more than ten ships, of no class heavier than battleship. The fleet will be here in approximately 15 seconds from your receipt of this message. You will then have ten minutes to reduce your force concentration to ten ships or you will be considered a warring military power in violation of sovereign territory. That will be a most unpleasant occurrence for you. I tell you now that your fleet is vastly outgunned, and that violence will result in a very short, incredibly bloody, and ultimately fatal engagement for your vessels. Included here are comparisons of my heavy cruisers combat power levels, and the recorded power levels of every class we have detected in your fleet. As you can see, the correlation is adverse.

Three Wyverns stepped into the bar, while other squads from the company scoured other bars and dives across the station. They noted the special ops team, all just a little too inconspicuous, but that wasn't their problem.

The squad leader directed a message to the various members he had identified. <Don't make trouble. I know what you are, but not who you work for. I'd like to keep it that way. You may wish to stay clear of my troops, it may get unpleasant if our mark will not cooperate. These shotguns tend to make meat of just about anything.>

Then he broadcast a message to everyone in the bar. <By order of General Almondus Khane, Imperial Anderman Marines, any person, thing, animal, or mentally vacant passenger of the Republican's brilliantly named battleship Hell is hereby ordered to accompany us into the presence of the General and the Director. Just as a side note, I feel like a tool every time I say the name of that damn ship. Seriously, who names these things? Honestly. Hell. What's next, The Republican Navy Ship Floating Gun Platform in Space?>

The squads gunner cut in when his superior finished speaking. <Unlikely boss. Floating Gun Platform in Space has some cleverness and wit to it, despite the obviousness of the name. It's ironically smart. See Alanis, everywhere.>

<You make a point. Ah well. They have no imagination, doesn't really matter. We'll find them eventually, and probably end up killing them if they're too stupid to be armored with something that can actually hurt a Wyvern.>

<You're assuming they'll either have Wyverns of their own or Terminator armor boss. I expect pointy sticks, and possibly some idiot trying to cut our armor with a sword.>

- Director Roman's Office-

<You're doubting the ability of my soldiers. Hah, don't look so shocked. I've been speaking in your minds for the entire conversation. You just never noticed because you never saw my face. We're also empathic. I've got a fair idea of what that doubt I sense is about. They are much faster than they look. As fast as any of us can think and move. There are alot of things humanity and it's clients have never truly understood about Setians. I am a 5 foot tall fighter in an 11 foot tall suit of armor that makes me more than a match for humanitie's elite. The vaunted Adeptus Astartes and Jedi are a minimal threat against a Wyvern. Tanks are about the only thing I have to worry about, tanks and heavy weapons, and even light tanks aren't that much of a threat. Surprised Demon? Tell me, just how thick do you think this armor actually is? Not how thick you think the suit is, but how thick you think its armor layer is.>

Originally Posted by Captain Jabari
I am afraid you are mistaken. Your republics claim is denied, we have just concluded a discussion with Director Roman, wherein it has been decided that the Imperial Anderman Navy will take control of this system and police it, while preserving the autonomy of the Chrysler Corporation's holdings here in the asteroid field. Second fleet is en route to enforce this claim. As your ships are now in violation of Imperial space, I will require you to reduce their numbers to no more than ten ships, of no class heavier than battleship. The fleet will be here in approximately 15 seconds from your receipt of this message. You will then have ten minutes to reduce your force concentration to ten ships or you will be considered a warring military power in violation of sovereign territory. That will be a most unpleasant occurrence for you. I tell you now that your fleet is vastly outgunned, and that violence will result in a very short, incredibly bloody, and ultimately fatal engagement for your vessels. Included here are comparisons of my heavy cruisers combat power levels, and the recorded power levels of every class we have detected in your fleet. As you can see, the correlation is adverse.


no papers have been signed so don't give us that bull shit

Jen is frozen. "Nightblade?" she askes, "What are you talking about?"
The bartender steps over. "That pirate that took the girl. Name's Drakor. Most ruthless and cunning man to opperate outta this place, cept for the Director of course. His ship, the Black Pearl is the fastest, strongest, and most feared pirate ship in this quadrant. If he took her, your best chance is to find Bradley. He left this morning, some cargo run for the Director. I'd talk to him." He leans close. "But be carful. Do not threaten Director Roman. He is extremly ruthless, cold, cunning. Make him your ally, and Bradley is yours."

(OOC: back tomorrow.)

"long story Jen,now take us to his Offices"said Duke as he picks up his gear and turns to Hunter
"going to be a long day"

Demon growled and took a fighting stance.
"Hold," ordered Director Roman, "General, please forgive Demon. He is simply doing his job as my bodyguard. However, I would advise against provoking him. While you may be superior to most human fighters, I'm sure you have noticed that Demon is anything but human. in fact, he is a genetically created being, designed to survive the most hazardous conditions and use his entire body as a weapon. Those spines? They are as hard as adimantium(sp?) and can slice through almost any substance." He got up and moved to stand behind Demon. "And don't let his size fool you. Demon can easily lift a starfighter or shuttlecraft, and throw it accross the landing bay. Oh, and he's fast. I mean super-fast. That's why I choose him as my bodyguard. He could be 2 kilometers away, and at my side in a nanosecond." He indicated the two armored guards at the door. "Then there are the SPARTANS. Magnificent warriors. Did you know they have NEVER lost a battle or failed in a campaign?" He returned to his desk, "But I digress. Let us return to the matter at hand. Here is my proposal: Your forces would take control of the system, minus this asteroid field, and my merchants would have free access through the system to come and go as they please." He leaned back in his chair, "You would be well compensated, of course..."

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Jen led duke tough a maze of tunnels, passing several 11-foot tall soldiers, until they arrived at a large, steel door. Two SPARTAN Enforces stood guard, one on each side. "Halt," said one, raising his phaser rifle, "This room is off limits."
"We need to speak with the Director," Jen stood her ground.
"He is busy with the Andermani General. Come back later."
"But-"
The Spartans took a step towards her. "Do we need to take you somewhere to wait for him?" It was a clear threat.
"No, thank you." Jen spun arround and led Duck a few meters away, before pausing. "Now What?"

Jen led duke tough a maze of tunnels, passing several 11-foot tall soldiers, until they arrived at a large, steel door. Two SPARTAN Enforces stood guard, one on each side. "Halt," said one, raising his phaser rifle, "This room is off limits."
"We need to speak with the Director," Jen stood her ground.
"He is busy with the Andermani General. Come back later."
"But-"
The Spartans took a step towards her. "Do we need to take you somewhere to wait for him?" It was a clear threat.
"No, thank you." Jen spun arround and led Duck a few meters away, before pausing. "Now What?"

"i can Fuel Rod them or fill them up with depleted trilithium bullets " said Hunter holding up his Gun
"don't you dare"said Duke then walks up to guard

"tell your boss someone0 who can get hold of ? "said Duke

OOC add want he really needs

The guard looked at Duke. "Sorry. Orders are no one enters without the Directors permission. If that's a problem, talk to Dinobot." He jerked a thump father down the hall. "Security office is that way. Just don't expect him to be polite."

no papers have been signed so don't give us that bull shit

Attached is a video recording of our meeting with Director Roman. He accepts our claim to the system, and our guarantee of his sovereignty, as well as our conditions, few as they are. General Khane can always get him on the line if necessary. As you can see the Director accepts our claim on this system. You now have ten minutes.

64 ships transit into the system. The Andermani second fleet. 16 massive Battleships backed by a powerful screen of Cruisers and Destroyers brought home the might of the Empire with terrible finality. Each ship lit up the system like a sun. Together their signatures were enough to blind sensors and reduce the image to one single massive return, larger than anything seen in years. It dwarfed the Republican fleet by orders of magnitude, despite being outnumbered. Heavy weapons turrets tracked and focused on other ships, 17 kilometer battleships and their smaller brethren, bristling with enough weaponry to reduce the entire system to atomic cinders in very short order, and destroy everything in it in the process. Slipping in, almost after the fact a pair of assault carriers drop into the system, two full divisions of Wyvern Infantry, set to drop through enemy shields in a surprise boarding action, ready to rip through enemy infantry in a storm of particle fire and shrapnel.

Your fleet is undeniably outgunned. You are trespassing on territory of a sovereign nation. General Khane has permitted you to retain 10 of your vessels, none heavier than a Battleship class. You have ten minutes to execute this command. If you have not done so by then, your forces will be either destroyed, or we will board them and summarily kill all of your sailors, take your ships, find a system that belongs to your nation, and accelerate them into the sun.

Demon growled and took a fighting stance.
"Hold," ordered Director Roman, "General, please forgive Demon. He is simply doing his job as my bodyguard. However, I would advise against provoking him. While you may be superior to most human fighters, I'm sure you have noticed that Demon is anything but human. in fact, he is a genetically created being, designed to survive the most hazardous conditions and use his entire body as a weapon. Those spines? They are as hard as adimantium(sp?) and can slice through almost any substance." He got up and moved to stand behind Demon. "And don't let his size fool you. Demon can easily lift a starfighter or shuttlecraft, and throw it accross the landing bay. Oh, and he's fast. I mean super-fast. That's why I choose him as my bodyguard. He could be 2 kilometers away, and at my side in a nanosecond." He indicated the two armored guards at the door. "Then there are the SPARTANS. Magnificent warriors. Did you know they have NEVER lost a battle or failed in a campaign?" He returned to his desk, "But I digress. Let us return to the matter at hand. Here is my proposal: Your forces would take control of the system, minus this asteroid field, and my merchants would have free access through the system to come and go as they please." He leaned back in his chair, "You would be well compensated, of course..."

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Jen led duke tough a maze of tunnels, passing several 11-foot tall soldiers, until they arrived at a large, steel door. Two SPARTAN Enforces stood guard, one on each side. "Halt," said one, raising his phaser rifle, "This room is off limits."
"We need to speak with the Director," Jen stood her ground.
"He is busy with the Andermani General. Come back later."
"But-"
The Spartans took a step towards her. "Do we need to take you somewhere to wait for him?" It was a clear threat.
"No, thank you." Jen spun arround and led Duck a few meters away, before pausing. "Now What?"

<Impressive pedigree. Perhaps even a match for Joram, but I doubt it. Would that he were here things would be so much easier. People find it much harder to argue with a solid metal beast that shifts form damnit. But I digress. That is an accurate assessment director. Your vessels will be unmolested, but we will retain the right to detain or query any shipnot carrying your transponder code. Adequate?>

-Dinobot's Office-

<You have video of this station, or recordings of arrivals and departures, as well as lists of those who have done such? You could be compensated for accessto such recordings, if they did exist.> The Captain of the company and his command squad had decided that combing the station would be easier if they could see who they were looking for, and where he frequented, to concentrate manpower on those locations, as well as the docks, and simply wait.

Your fleet is undeniably outgunned. You are trespassing on territory of a sovereign nation. General Khane has permitted you to retain 10 of your vessels, none heavier than a Battleship class. You have ten minutes to execute this command. If you have not done so by then, your forces will be either destroyed, or we will board them and summarily kill all of your sailors, take your ships, find a system that belongs to your nation, and accelerate them into the sun.


again bullshit stop with the bullshit no deal is done till papers are signed all lawers can tell you that and the owner himself knows that seeing he a business man

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The guard looked at Duke. "Sorry. Orders are no one enters without the Directors permission. If that's a problem, talk to Dinobot." He jerked a thump father down the hall. "Security office is that way. Just don't expect him to be polite."

"oh i think he does by the message that been played by some dicks at the bar, as if they let your boss do what he wants with place,next they be giving you orders"said Duke

OOC if the Director dose not want his cover blown he should be asking it on paper

again bullshit stop with the bullshit no deal is done till papers are signed all lawers can tell you that and the owner himself knows that seeing he a business man

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"oh i think he does by the message that been played by some dicks at the bar, as if they let your boss do what he wants with place,next you they be giving you order"said Duke

You are quite possibly the most ignorant person I have ever met. A contract needs only a physical medium. In this case the medium has become video. We will be signing papers with the director, guaranteeing the territory of the Chrysler Corporation free from Andermani Control, and guaranteeing his stations security. In return we will control this system as a fleet base and transshipment center for more upscale clientèle. For you, that means people with more class than you. You now have 8 minutes to conclude the exodus of your fleet before we open fire and eliminate your braindead troops and inadequate, poorly designed vessels from existence.

OOC: Paper records are a black market man's worst nightmare. They get put in the evidence that can be used against you later column.

OOC: Paper records are a black market man's worst nightmare. They get put in the evidence that can be used against you later column.

OOC that what i was thinking and see you have to send a copy to us to show it happen ,we going with not buying it

IC

till we see a copy in someone hands on the flag ship Gate ,again bullshit

Director Roman stood up. "Agreed. Our ships will carry transponders, identifying them as such. I will cause you no trouble in the rest of this system." he walked over to the door, Demon close behind. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. I am sure you understand." The door opened and he walked through, to find Duke and Jen outside. "Excuse me," he said. "Can I help you?"

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Dinobot stood before the captain. At 6 meters tall, he was shorter then the armored soldiers, but was not intimidated in any way. "Why do you need our image tapes?" he demanded. "Can't you search this place on your own?"
"Oh, just give it to 'em," said the other bot sitting at the main scanner controls. He didn't turn arround. "Maybe if your nice, the big man will be your friend!"
"Shut up Rattrap!" ordered Dinobot. He pointed to an empty console in the back on the room. "That will give you access to our security tapes. Find what you want, then get out." He turned and marched out of the room, perhaps to go sulk somewhere...

OOC that what i was thinking and see you have to send a copy to us to show it happen ,we going with not buying it

IC

till we see a copy in someone hands on the flag ship Gate ,again bullshit

OOC: Then you're also going with dieing. I still don't think you understand just how much of an imbalance there is. Each of my 16 battleships, assuming you have 1,000 ships per billion of your population, is equal to 25 of yours. Assuming you have ten thousand per billion, mine are equal to 250. My 16 battleships therefore are equal to 400 of your battleships. I notice you have no factbook in your sig, or one I can find in your post history, so I can only assume that you have 4 thousand and change ships, and that my fleet right now has a number of "Battleships"(effectively) equal to 80% of your fleet. My remaining cruisers and destroyers mean that while you have 495 ships, I have effectively 1,600 ships, each of which is larger and more powerful than its equivalent in your fleet. You are in fact effectively outnumbered nearly 4 to 1, even though I only have 64 ships.

IC:

Very well. You have 5 minutes. Once that time has elapsed we will fire on your ships. Based on the visible power readings of your fleet we are 4 times the power of your own ships. The battle will last approximately 30 minutes, depending on the length of time it takes for our boarding parties to massacre the fleshbags that will surely be your sorry excuse for marines.

OOC: For anyone wondering, Wyvern armor is about 15 inches thick, or thereabouts, and heavier on the arms, legs and head, where the added size adds thickness as well.

Director Roman stood up. "Agreed. Our ships will carry transponders, identifying them as such. I will cause you no trouble in the rest of this system." he walked over to the door, Demon close behind. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. I am sure you understand." The door opened and he walked through, to find Duke and Jen outside. "Excuse me," he said. "Can I help you?"

"Jen you tell him i got to talk to him"said Duke looking at a person half dead,half alive that just step out of a wall

"what do you want Captain"
"we wish to go"said the Captain
"then return Hell where you and it came from till i call on you again"said Duke then turn to listen to Jen talking

)OOC: Isa, you're getting hard to understand...)

"They took Erica!" Jen cried to Roman.
"What," he said, "Who took her?"
"Drakor, that pir-"
"Hush!" he stopped her. "Drakor took her? Why? He always pays for service."
"I think he needs her to find Bradley."
"Oh." I was all clear to Roman now. He new of Bradley's dept to Drakor. And of his relationship with Erica. So, he thought, Drakor hopes to use the girl to get Bradley to come to him. But what about these two? Jen and Erica are almost like sisters, so Jen being upset makes sense. He glanced at Duke. But what about him? Why is he involved in all this? "Well, I can't do anything about Drakor. But I can tell you where to find Bradley..."

Director Roman stood up. "Agreed. Our ships will carry transponders, identifying them as such. I will cause you no trouble in the rest of this system." he walked over to the door, Demon close behind. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. I am sure you understand." The door opened and he walked through, to find Duke and Jen outside. "Excuse me," he said. "Can I help you?"

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Dinobot stood before the captain. At 6 meters tall, he was shorter then the armored soldiers, but was not intimidated in any way. "Why do you need our image tapes?" he demanded. "Can't you search this place on your own?"
"Oh, just give it to 'em," said the other bot sitting at the main scanner controls. He didn't turn arround. "Maybe if your nice, the big man will be your friend!"
"Shut up Rattrap!" ordered Dinobot. He pointed to an empty console in the back on the room. "That will give you access to our security tapes. Find what you want, then get out." He turned and marched out of the room, perhaps to go sulk somewhere...

<Indeed Director. Good luck.>

-Dinobots Office-

<Much obliged. This shouldn't take more than 5 minutes. Is he always like that?> The captain struckup a conversation with rattrap while his intelligence officer went to work.

The company I4 sat down at the console, and began browsing through the video records of the docks, looking for the shuttle from the ship that had gotten such a stick up its ass about piracy, and whoever had gotten off of it.

OOC: can we pospone any wars until my fleet of Challenger-class dreadnaughts are completed? :sniper:

OOC: Then you're also going with dieing. I still don't think you understand just how much of an imbalance there is. Each of my 16 battleships, assuming you have 1,000 ships per billion of your population, is equal to 25 of yours. Assuming you have ten thousand per billion, mine are equal to 250. My 16 battleships therefore are equal to 400 of your battleships. I notice you have no factbook in your sig, or one I can find in your post history, so I can only assume that you have 4 thousand and change ships, and that my fleet right now has a number of "Battleships"(effectively) equal to 80% of your fleet. My remaining cruisers and destroyers mean that while you have 495 ships, I have effectively 1,600 ships, each of which is larger and more powerful than its equivalent in your fleet. You are in fact effectively outnumbered nearly 4 to 1, even though I only have 64 ships.

IC:



OOC: For anyone wondering, Wyvern armor is about 15 inches thick, or thereabouts, and heavier on the arms, legs and head, where the added size adds thickness as well.

OOC well stop with ok look at me my ships, i don't give a shit, you turning
something that deal with the partys here can be done with to a all out war get over it

Rattrap spun his chair around. "Who, chopperface?" He shook his head. "All the time. Don't take it personally." He leaned over to point at the captain's chest. "Between you and me? I think he just misses Cybertron. He just won't admit it." He returned to his monitor. "Unlike myself. I've been wanting to go back for years. Oh, well..."

OOC well stop with ok look at me my ships, i don't give a shit, you turning
something that deal with the partys here can be done with to a all out war get over it

OOC: I believe I called in the second fleet, after you brought in nearly 500 ships to deal with exactly 2 heavy cruisers. Who's turning this into an all out war? I think I'm the one who's talking, and giving you every opportunity to back down and just walk away, and retain the right to access this area. I am attempting to avoid having to kill you, if you'd take any of the opportunities I've given you over the entire thread to simply say "Hey, yaknow what, this isn't worth a fight, just let these guys do their thing, and if I keep my mouth shut and don't cause trouble, they'll leave me alone." I have been trying to give you every opportunity to do exactly what you are telling me to do.

Rattrap spun his chair around. "Who, chopperface?" He shook his head. "All the time. Don't take it personally." He leaned over to point at the captain's chest. "Between you and me? I think he just misses Cybertron. He just won't admit it." He returned to his monitor. "Unlike myself. I've been wanting to go back for years. Oh, well..."

<Cybertron. I'm not familiar with that particular locale.>

<Got him sir, found where he's been hanging this last while. He was right under third squads nose, but he didn't bug when they started bagging on his country so they didn't spot him. He's headed for the directors office.>

<Must run then. Good luck Rattrap.>

The three suits walk out of the security office, and begin heading down the hall, while the remainder of the company converges on the office from all over the station. They keep things slow, trying to be polite with the people who are effectively a protectorate of the Empire, but even slow, an 11 foot tall suit covers ground fairly swiftly. 6 suits get to the office at the same time, the Captain, and 2nd Squad, scouts, but still a fairly dangerously group. Automatic shotguns in what the humans would call a 1 gauge magnum would tear through most opponents in no time, while doing minimal structural damage.

<Director. I'd like to introduce you to our quarry.>

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OOC so you showing up Gun OH and then Getting Fired at and Gurading my Leader not worth it, oh 494 ships not 500
EDIT and you the one going about that you going to open fire,Not one word of firing at you was said by me and saying what a cannon can do is not firing it

)OOC: Isa, you're getting hard to understand...)

"They took Erica!" Jen cried to Roman.
"What," he said, "Who took her?"
"Drakor, that pir-"
"Hush!" he stopped her. "Drakor took her? Why? He always pays for service."
"I think he needs her to find Bradley."
"Oh." I was all clear to Roman now. He new of Bradley's dept to Drakor. And of his relationship with Erica. So, he thought, Drakor hopes to use the girl to get Bradley to come to him. But what about these two? Jen and Erica are almost like sisters, so Jen being upset makes sense. He glanced at Duke. But what about him? Why is he involved in all this? "Well, I can't do anything about Drakor. But I can tell you where to find Bradley..."

dyslexia and trying to edit posts to clear them up with a slow ass IBM till my other PC fix and net drop out dam hard to do

IC

"lord marshal Duke be happy if you told him"said Hunter

"i hate dealing with that sum of a Traitor"mutter Duke about the undead Captain

OOC: I believe I called in the second fleet, after you brought in nearly 500 ships to deal with exactly 2 heavy cruisers. Who's turning this into an all out war? I think I'm the one who's talking, and giving you every opportunity to back down and just walk away, and retain the right to access this area. I am attempting to avoid having to kill you, if you'd take any of the opportunities I've given you over the entire thread to simply say "Hey, yaknow what, this isn't worth a fight, just let these guys do their thing, and if I keep my mouth shut and don't cause trouble, they'll leave me alone." I have been trying to give you every opportunity to do exactly what you are telling me to do.

OOC so you showing up Gun OH and then Getting Fired at and Gurading my Leader not worth it, oh 494 ships not 500

Emphasis has been added. As 495 ships(including Hell) is the next best damn thing to 500, my statement is accurate.

If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have paid a lick of attention to you, you created this entire situation, when all that was going to happen was me showing up, meeting with the Director, claiming the system, and adding myself to the RP as a balance element with no actual combat plans. If you hadn't brought in 494 ships(which is nearly 500 ships), or done your best to attract the hostile attention of my ships, you could have avoided this entire thing.

At the arrival of the soldiers and their shotguns, the two Enforcers took positions on either side of the Director, both with phaser rifles up and ready. Demon stood in front, waiting to strike at a moments notice. Jen backed up, and hid behind one of the SPARTANS. Roman looked at the Captain. "Quarry? Who would that be?"

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Rattrap watched the soldiers leave. "More armored thugs running around with guns." He shrugged, "We're all gonna die..."

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OOC: just to get this straight. Roman + guards, Jen, Duke + robot, the Captain + soliders, are all standing outside Roman's office right now. As for in space, i dunno...

Emphasis has been added. As 495 ships(including Hell) is the next best damn thing to 500, my statement is accurate.

If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have paid a lick of attention to you, you created this entire situation, when all that was going to happen was me showing up, meeting with the Director, claiming the system, and adding myself to the RP as a balance element with no actual combat plans. If you hadn't brought in 494 ships(which is nearly 500 ships), or done your best to attract the hostile attention of my ships, you could have avoided this entire thing.

OOC miss that you where shot after i we said we not so and so

At the arrival of the soldiers and their shotguns, the two Enforcers took positions on either side of the Director, both with phaser rifles up and ready. Demon stood in front, waiting to strike at a moments notice. Jen backed up, and hid behind one of the SPARTANS. Roman looked at the Captain. "Quarry? Who would that be?"

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Rattrap watched the soldiers leave. "More armored thugs running around with guns." He shrugged, "We're all gonna die..."

<The gentlemen accompanying the lady here. We're not going to shoot anyone. It's not even loaded yet, so lets everyone just point their guns at things that aren't each other, deal?> The captain and his men lower their shotguns, which are technically loaded, even though they don't have rounds in the chamber yet. <We're just interested in ending this foolish standoff with this gentlemans ships.>

OOC: You didn't shoot at me. It was one ship, and I didn't even have to shoot at it myself when TFU slaughtered it.

Next, that seems right Auburn, the general is still in the office.

"At ease," Roman ordered. The SPARTANs lowered their rifles, but Demon didn't relax. "They are just doing their job. Now, about this standoff." He turned to face Duke. "Do you have a part to play in all of this?"

OOC: You didn't shoot at me. It was one ship, and I didn't even have to shoot at it myself when TFU slaughtered it.


ooc yes after you showing and sent a hostile message which we pointing out we not part of ,then out of onwhere a Unknown ship fires at you and is handle with by unknown ships to us, what would you do if your leader on the station ,What you don't know that he is
IC

"ok dear"said Duke to the gones on

EDIT ok I'am lost with who where now

ooc: see above

"At ease," Roman ordered. The SPARTANs lowered their rifles, but Demon didn't relax. "They are just doing their job. Now, about this standoff." He turned to face Duke. "Do you have a part to play in all of this?"

"who's ships that showed up gun oh sent out a hostile message then got fired at by a unknown ship and who ships who blow up that ship that fire at the other ones,as my troop going nut to safe gurad me"said Duke

ooc: see above

OOC seen and work out now hope this can be fix by whats asked. FYI Hell gone

"Good." Drakor takes a seat in his large command chair. "Begin launch sequence! Release morings! Bring engines up to full!" He was doing what he loved best, giving orders.
"Morings cleared!"
"Thrusters! Take us out!" The big ship slowly moved out of the dock, and began to head out of the asteroid field, taking care to avoid the fleets of ships in the system. "Prepare for warp!"
"Captain! I'm picking up the Falcon's warp trail!" The sensor officer reported.
"Lock on that course!" Drakor ordered.
"Got it!"
"Engage!" As the Black Pearl jumped to warp out of the system, Erica watched out her viewport. "Where are you John?"

"are fuck it someone just tell where Bradley is, so Erica can get saved"said Duke not caring what the hell going outside

"Oh, I forgot," said Roman. "I sent him on a run to pick up a special 'item' for me. He should be back in a few weeks."

"Oh, I forgot," said Roman. "I sent him on a run to pick up a special 'item' for me. He should be back in a few weeks."
ooc it never will get fixed
IC

"well i don't think Drakor going to stay nice to Erica that long as he did not look too happy that he not been paid" Duke as he look at Jen
"and how are you holding up Jen" he asked as he guess that her and Erica were close to one another

"Me?" she replies, "I'm worried sick about my girl! Who knows what that bastard is doing with her!"

Roman puts a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down. I'm sure she's alright." He turns to Duke, "Now, if you really want to find Bradley, I can send him a message to return. However, it will cost you, as his mission is ov vital importance to the construction of the Challenger."

"Me?" she replies, "I'm worried sick about my girl! Who knows what that bastard is doing with her!"

Roman puts a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down. I'm sure she's alright." He turns to Duke, "Now, if you really want to find Bradley, I can send him a message to return. However, it will cost you, as his mission is ov vital importance to the construction of the Challenger."

"and what do you need and how much dose he owe to Drakor"said Duke then turns to Hunter

"order 32d to them and have the Admiral shot"said Duke

OOC:

I'm still trying to figure out my place in this entire thread....cause I'm out of ideas, lol.

Roman folded his hands behind his back. "It isn't a matter of funds," he replied, "but a matter of equipment. I sent Bradley out to aquire an Omega power core. Using a single particle of Omega, such a core could power an entire city of millions. I intended to use it as the power source for the Challenger. There was a rumor of a scientist that had found a way to safely stablize Omega and harnes its energy. Bradley's mission was to find him and bring him and his technology back here." He looked at Jen. "As for the dept to Drakor, I'm afraid that you can't do anything about that, for it is a personal matter between the two of them."

Roman folded his hands behind his back. "It isn't a matter of funds," he replied, "but a matter of equipment. I sent Bradley out to aquire an Omega power core. Using a single particle of Omega, such a core could power an entire city of millions. I intended to use it as the power source for the Challenger. There was a rumor of a scientist that had found a way to safely stablize Omega and harnes its energy. Bradley's mission was to find him and bring him and his technology back here." He looked at Jen. "As for the dept to Drakor, I'm afraid that you can't do anything about that, for it is a personal matter between the two of them."


"would 20 things called Zero Point Modules help they are a power cell that we find on a Wraith planet where they got them from i don't know"

Roman scratched his chin. "I'm not sure," he replied, "It depends how much power they put out. I designed Challenger around Omega, even for the plasma cannons. The finished design would have five Omega particles: one for main power and warp drive, and one for each main cannon. If four of your Zero Point Modules can match a single Omega particle in power, then they might work. I assume they are small in size..."

Roman scratched his chin. "I'm not sure," he replied, "It depends how much power they put out. I designed Challenger around Omega, even for the plasma cannons. The finished design would have five Omega particles: one for main power and warp drive, and one for each main cannon. If four of your Zero Point Modules can match a single Omega particle in power, then they might work. I assume they are small in size..."

"all we know so far you overload a ZPM it results an explosion capable of destroying a planet"said Duke as look at Jen
"Jen we get her Back"

"Hmmm, that much power, ehh?" Roman thought for a minute. "Alright. Get me twenty of those, and we've got a deal." He pulled a comlink from his belt. "Dinobot."
"Yes?"
"Get a signal out to John Bradley. Tell him his mission is canceled, and to return here ASAP."
"Very well. I will have Rattrap relay the message. Dinobot out."
He returned the comlink to his belt. "Now then, about those Modules..."

"Hmmm, that much power, ehh?" Roman thought for a minute. "Alright. Get me twenty of those, and we've got a deal." He pulled a comlink from his belt. "Dinobot."
"Yes?"
"Get a signal out to John Bradley. Tell him his mission is canceled, and to return here ASAP."
"Very well. I will have Rattrap relay the message. Dinobot out."
He returned the comlink to his belt. "Now then, about those Modules..."

"find that out the hard way, twenty be here by cargo ship in a two hours"said Duke knowing Hunter would have sent the order

"woof"
"what boy"said Duke looking at bhis Dog
"wof"
"yur Hunter send for deer meal "said Duke
"how much"
"box full"said Duke

"Rattrap to Director Roman."
He pulled out his comlink, "Go ahead."
"Message from Bradley: Will return in 12 hours. Best speed sue to damage from Drakor. That's it."
"Thank you. Out." he put the comlink away again. "There you are," he said to Duke, "One freighter captain, delievered to your door." He turned to Jen. "We'll use bradley to get to Drakor."
"And Erica?"
"Yes, and Erica..."

"Rattrap to Director Roman."
He pulled out his comlink, "Go ahead."
"Message from Bradley: Will return in 12 hours. Best speed sue to damage from Drakor. That's it."
"Thank you. Out." he put the comlink away again. "There you are," he said to Duke, "One freighter captain, delievered to your door." He turned to Jen. "We'll use bradley to get to Drakor."
"And Erica?"
"Yes, and Erica..."

''now we wait"said Duke then turns to Jen

"so you want to do something as we wait" he asked her

"Well, we could go back to the bar," she replied, "Unless you have a better idea..."

(OOC: Isa, i'd refrain from having your charactor move until we get a response from The Andermani. sorry dude...)

OOC: If you think what I'm proposing is unfeasible do to the new nature of my confederacy on the intersector(?) scene that's alright.

IC:

It was relatively new. Not just that, it was one of a small spread group of independant Uir interstellar ships. It had wandered far away from the Confederacy (or gs' X/mv'w'j\x; in their native abjad-alphabet hybrid) and had stumbled upon the system of the Auburn Asteroid Belt. They had found a sample message written in common and had spent weeks on guard trying to remain hidden while they decoded it. After months of fruitless effort and after removing strange symbols they had arriven to a conclusion which had taken a government patrol ship minutes. It just goes to show how low quality ciphers they had.

The ship was relatively small with 8 boosters in a ring behind the vessel for sublight travel at 5/6 c. About 60 citizens worked on the ship, most of them on the eight sublight engines which glowed hite-bluish when on. FTL travel was the normal method used by the Uir. By accessing 'strings' which contained tachyons they could travel 50,000 times c and therefore traverse five lightyears in under an hour. The shielding systems just projected a simple force field which would normally be enough to prevent an Uir PEP (pulsed energy projectile) gun or cannon.

They drifted went 'below' the system's main plane, so as not to attract much attention. The asteroid belt seemed to be the only source of life in the system and even though it was contaminated with oxygen, organisms some how survived there. The nitrogen-inhaling, hydrogen cyanide-exhaling organisms proceeded to enter the asteroid belt from 'below'. They put up their shields and hoped for the best. They sent a message:

Requesting Permission to Dock....

OOC: Sorry, I didn't have time last night to finish my post. Finished now, and quoted. My characters will have special apparatus for containing the nitrogen and hydrogen cyanide they breath in and out.

OOC: Kool. It takes all kinds to make up the multi-verse...

"Well, we could go back to the bar," she replied, "Unless you have a better idea..."

(OOC: Isa, i'd refrain from having your charactor move until we get a response from The Andermani. sorry dude...)
ooc please i see it not going to go down good so why should duke listen to them bitch and gone on that their ship are better , he only tell you F themself and leave
IC

"how about back to your room to drink away from it all"said Duke

OOC: ok, whatever you want.... oh, and feel free to RP as Jenny for a while... I got some other things to get going... and about how large are those Zero Point Modules?

OOC: OK, they are landing then.
IC:

The ship docked in one of the smaller docking bays. Most of the crew would be staying behind to do a routine check-up of the vessel, however three of them steppede out looking to mingle. They wore the normal sash characteristic of Uir citizens with devices for the recieving of speeches from members of the representative government, a device for personal messages, a packet of graphite and paper-like substance for writing messages, a packet for their powder food, a spare packet for other items. They also had a breathing apparatus (similar to an oxygen tank worn underwater but filled with nitrogen) and a holster for thei miniature PEP's strapped to the lower chamber of their artifical exoskeleton.

One of these three was Captain 'wd\jw L\gg'jh/m. A fierce captain, committed to the best for his crew and remaining under the radar of gs' X/mv'w'j\x; and other government istitutions. One of the ways to do this was to sneak underneath the level most ships flew at. He was looking for a good time and had his spare packet filled with ethylamine. If he could get a glass of ammonia he could have a fun time.

(OOC: I'll introduce the other two later.)

OOC: ok, whatever you want.... oh, and feel free to RP as Jenny for a while... I got some other things to get going... and about how large are those Zero Point Modules?

OOC
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d2/Zeropointmodule.jpg
my lot still looking into them and still calling them a power cell not power crystal

IC

Jenny lead Duke back to her room
"so what it be to drink"she asked as Duke takes a seat

"whisky if you go some" Duke said as looks at Hunter
"yuir we got some"said Jen as she take out a bottle and pours herself and Duke a glass each
"and the Fleet" Duke said looking still
"as of order 33d, it is now more then just dust"said Hunter

"good' Duke say to Hunter as he takes the Glass from Jenny

'wd\jw wandered around the landing dock, looking for a place to have a drink. All he needed was quicklime and ammonium chloride and he could create ammonia. By adding ethylamine and Glycose (C6H18N6) he could create his own alien rum type liquid. It tasted good even if it was bad for his body. After creating his favourite drink he didn't know what he'd do. The area sure seemed nice though.

OOC
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d2/Zeropointmodule.jpg
my lot still looking into them and still calling them a power cell not power crystal

IC

Jenny lead Duke back to her room
"so what it be to drink"she asked as Duke takes a seat

"whisky if you go some" Duke said as looks at Hunter
"yuir we got some"said Jen as she take out a bottle and pours herself and Duke a glass each
"and the Fleet" Duke said looking still
"as of order 33d, it is now more then just dust"said Hunter

"good' Duke say to Hunter as he takes the Glass from Jenny

OOC: Jenny does not lead duke back to her room. Duke still has 6 men with shotguns standing around making sure he doesn't go anywhere, and more coming. QED, he isn't going anywhere, unless he has suddenly developed the ability to walk through walls, or lift objects weighing upwards of 5 tons in weight. When someone suggests you wait, it's a good idea to take that advice, or else they'll accuse you of godmodding by default, as opposed to by act. Your simply telling me to fuck off would not make the soldiers give up. One way or another Duke would be sticking around, even if they had to use one of their fun racial abilities to anchor him to the floor. Which is what I'm doing now.

IC: Duke made it about 3 feet before the metal of the floor flowed up, reaching around the legs of everyone in his party, and locked hard, solidifying and settling at the level of his thighs.

<I did not give you permission to leave. Your ships have not left yet. This system is ours, and we will not accept your continued fleet presence. You may remain here, on this station, personally, as it is out of our jurisdiction beyond that which the Director has granted us temporarily. Simply tell your fleet to leave, or reduce its numbers here to ten ships, and we will not trouble you any more. I don't believe it's so complicated is it? Cut down the fleet numbers, we leave you alone, and you do whatever things you want to do right here. You refuse, we gun you down once everyone else has cleared the hall, begin boarding your ships, and make them leave.>

Shotguns loaded silently as Setian troopers activated controls inside their suits, putting a round in the chamber of their weapons. 12 more troops were converging on the hallway, and had the confrontation in sight, loaded shotguns in hand, but not pointing at anyone or anything, walking slowly, but still devouring the distance with their long legged strides.

OOC Funny i gone back and it turn out they was at the door talking to the guy at the door as you still heading to security room and seeing you have no idea what he look like, you just pulling things out of thin air

The Post that showed we at the door
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13407889&postcount=115

OOC Funny i gone back and it turn out they was at the door talking to the guy at the door as you still heading to security room and seeing you have no idea what he look like, you just pulling things out of thin air

The Post that showed we at the door
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13407889&postcount=115

No, they were talking to the director as I was leaving the security room.

Here is my post where I'm looking at the video records, figuring out who, exactly I'm looking for. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13408000&postcount=128

Here is my post where I realize "Oh shit, I woulda had him earlier if I had known what he looked like. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13408017&postcount=133

And this is the post where we all meet outside of the Directors office, and that basically brings us back to where we are now, leaving you stuck to the floor in the hallway with soon to be 18 very large, very well armored troops pointing guns in your face.

Now, onto my next OOC spiel that has wasted so much of this RP due to you...

Do you even understand the concept of cooperative RP? I come in with my ships, you bitch, I tell you to watch it, and we work things from there. Instead, we go through the first three steps, and then you escalate out of proportion to what is needed, whine about phrasing and technicalities, bitch that I'm trying to start a war when you're bringing in more military assets than I am, and refuse to accept that maybe, just for the sake of the RP you should shut up, go along with the story, and let things happen as they are, instead of trying to change things that happened three pages back because you didn't read posts carefully enough. Quit trying to win and tell a freaking story.

OOC: I'm far too lazy to read all the arguments and battle posts, so I'll just kind of drop in here.
IC:
The Star Snake settled to the hanger floor, gracefully powering down. The ramp extended and Skyler and Kartosh came out. They brought no goods with them, as word had probably gotten around that they had just come by a very large amount of credits. Over eleven million worth. They suspected that this would make them prime targets for the greedy, but those who knew them woud know not to mess with them. They had no qualms about killing a man or women whom they thought was trying to stop them: Or worse, arrest them. The smuggler/mercenaries had no problem with thugs or governemnt deployed Custom officials or soldiers, but they would not kill a civilian. At least, not out of hand. Mercs with morals. They were greeted by an old business partner, a certain man by the name of Rax. "Long time no see, guys. Words out that you were dead!" Kartosh grinned. "You can't just send a thousand Pathfinders and Biodroids at us and expect us to die." Rax nodded. "True that. True that." Behind him a hulking thing in armor stepped up. "Captain Kartosh and Pilot Skyler?" it rumbled. "Yeaahhh..." said Kartosh, looking up at the thing. He didn't know what it was, but it looked decidedly nasty. Rax was backing away rather quickly, too. "You are overdue on your docking payments." Kartosh sighed. Already? I just got here! "Look pal, I don't pay for docking here, I just-" "You will pay, or I will rip you apart and force feed your remains to that girl." The figure nodded to Skyler, who grimaced. "Over my dead body." The armored figure nodded. "That's the idea." Around the hanger thugs were appearing from the shadows. Kartosh frowned. No security...I guess I should have expected this...
OOC: Anybody who wants to jump in can. ;)

OOC: yay! some form of RP I can join.
IC:

The 1st mate, W\m S|ts, wandered over towards the strange group. He too had strange breathing apparatus like an oxygen tank humans use underwater only filled with nitrogen and for use anywhere nitrogen was scarce/hydrogen cyanide was poisonous. He had his spare pocket filled with money, about 157 As worth. He walked up to observe what was going on here and saw that apparently some form of debt was being settled.

OOC first post not one word how he got onto the station just he got a ride and walk into the Bar clearly mean you wont find a recording of him landing
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13393212&postcount=4

and when he in the land bay waiting for the ship , he just there waiting not one word of him landing or getting off

Roman Stood with his arms folded accross his chest. This has gone on long enough, he thought. Time to up the stakes. "Dinobot!"
"Yes?"
"Could you join me, please?"
"Affirmitive."
A few moments later, Dinobot appeared in the corridor, followed by 10 SPARTAN Enforcers. Counting the two guarding the door, plus the two inside the office that now stepped out, 14 Enforcers were now present, each holding a Type 3a Phaser rifle, an SMG strapped to their right leg, and a Klingon Mek'leth strapped to their backs. They marched up and surrounded EVERYONE present in front of the office. Roman stepped forward.
"This situation is getting out of hand. So I'm taking over. You." he pointed to Duke. "Tell you ships to withdraw to the edge of the system. You." he pointed to the Captain. "Your men will put down your weapons, now." He nodded to Dinobot, whoose eyes started to glow green. "Either comply, or I have new weapons for my collection. I apologize for taking these extreme measures, but you both have given me no choice."
(OOC: as much as I'm entertained by all this, it ends NOW)

OOC first post not one word how he got onto the station just he got a ride and walk into the Bar clearly mean you wont find a recording of him landing
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13393212&postcount=4

and when he in the land bay the ship just there waiting not one word of it landing

OOC: That's the most pathetic argument I ever heard. The ship simply materialized in the landing bay, and he didn't get off of it, simply because you never posted it actually happening. If he didn't get off the ship at some point, he can't be there, which means he's still on Hell, which has left the area. If he did leave Hell, which is what you're saying, then he got a ride(the shuttle, landing craft, piece of bacon, whatever the hell you want to call it), landed, and got out of the aforementioned landing craft, which means there's a recording of it. Because I didn't detail my troops walking down the hallways to the bar, does that mean there is no evidence they did, except for when they magically freaking popped up there? No, it means I just didn't mention it. He got onto the station somehow, although I guess I'll be polite and assume maybe he did simply teleport from your ship into the bar, in which case I have a video of that. However he got onto the station, it's been recorded, and I had access to those recordings.

Here's the deal, as I see it. If you don't want to cooperatively RP, and instead want to weasel out of any character development or depth of thought for contrived vaguely hinted at sex scenes with a bar wench, just say so, and I'll write the story so you won't have to burden yourself with it any more. My entire point here was to write an interesting story, but you shot that plan in the gut about 800 times with a BB gun and left it to rot, so what will it be? RP, and work with everyone, who seems to be going along with this, or a tavern wench?

Roman Stood with his arms folded accross his chest. This has gone on long enough, he thought. Time to up the stakes. "Dinobot!"
"Yes?"
"Could you join me, please?"
"Affirmitive."
A few moments later, Dinobot appeared in the corridor, followed by 10 SPARTAN Enforcers. Counting the two guarding the door, plus the two inside the office that now stepped out, 14 Enforcers were now present, each holding a Type 3a Phaser rifle, an SMG strapped to their right leg, and a Klingon Mek'leth strapped to their backs. They marched up and surrounded EVERYONE present in front of the office. Roman stepped forward.
"This situation is getting out of hand. So I'm taking over. You." he pointed to Duke. "Tell you ships to withdraw to the edge of the system. You." he pointed to the Captain. "Your men will put down your weapons, now." He nodded to Dinobot, whoose eyes started to glow green. "Either comply, or I have new weapons for my collection. I apologize for taking these extreme measures, but you both have given me no choice."
(OOC: as much as I'm entertained by all this, it ends NOW)

OOC: Forget that last post then.

IC:

The general steps out from the directors office where he hjas been standing during this confrontation.(Why? Not really sure. $plotdevice sounds good) <As you wish Director. I did guarantee your sovereignty aboard this station and throughout this asteroid field. Captain, take your men back aboard Heroe's Point, leave my bodyguards, I have other business to attend to with some of the Director's other guests. Director, if you would excuse me, I will direct my men to hand over their shotguns, but I would like to keep them with me.> The two Wyverns offer up their weapons for holding, while the remainder of the company files through the office door and into the gate, leaving the station behind.

why not reread the edit that i at last got to finish you see

Because you didn't tell anyone you were editting it?

Roman Stood with his arms folded accross his chest. This has gone on long enough, he thought. Time to up the stakes. "Dinobot!"
"Yes?"
"Could you join me, please?"
"Affirmitive."
A few moments later, Dinobot appeared in the corridor, followed by 10 SPARTAN Enforcers. Counting the two guarding the door, plus the two inside the office that now stepped out, 14 Enforcers were now present, each holding a Type 3a Phaser rifle, an SMG strapped to their right leg, and a Klingon Mek'leth strapped to their backs. They marched up and surrounded EVERYONE present in front of the office. Roman stepped forward.
"This situation is getting out of hand. So I'm taking over. You." he pointed to Duke. "Tell you ships to withdraw to the edge of the system. You." he pointed to the Captain. "Your men will put down your weapons, now." He nodded to Dinobot, whoose eyes started to glow green. "Either comply, or I have new weapons for my collection. I apologize for taking these extreme measures, but you both have given me no choice."
(OOC: as much as I'm entertained by all this, it ends NOW)

"sir did you not hear me order 33d and Someone shot a hour go, the ships a long long gone you just did not pick it up"

?

why not reread the edit that i at last got to finish you see

OOC: OK, this situation is resolved. Unless there are any objection, Imp Isa's fleet is gone, save for 1 or 2 ships, and Duke is free to go. Now, lets move on with our pathetic lives...

Because you didn't tell anyone you were editting it?
OOC
bit hard to do when you have net drop out and you can't do a dam thing about it only restart your PC to pick it up as i would have you told and i have said in another post here and a lot of threads i have net line drop out and can only restart to pick it up again

OOC: OK, this situation is resolved. Unless there are any objection, Imp Isa's fleet is gone, save for 1 or 2 ships, and Duke is free to go. Now, lets move on with our pathetic lives...

OOC: Good enough for me then.

IC:

The three Wyverns are a bit of a sight prowling the halls of the station, just about the largest things around, the armor clad behemoths weren't really bothering anyone, just looking for some people that had been logged during their short search of the station.

Finally, they were returning to the Auburn System. John Bradley guided his ship into the landing bay, instructed his crew on starting repairs, and exited the ship. Roman, with Demon as always, was waiting for him. "Welcome back, John."
"Sir, sorry about the Omega-"
"Forget it." Roman steped closer. "We have another problem, one that concerns a good pirate friend of yours."
"Drakor."
"Yes. It seams in his bid to catch you, he has kidnapped Erica."
"WHAT?!" John was stunned. "WHat happened? Where did he take her?"
"He took her so he could use her to get to you."
John was speechless, "No..."
"So, we have a problem." Roman started to pace around John, "I could send out a message to Drakor, getting him to return. However, we both know he would fly in guns blazing, and you'd be dead within the hour. Niether of us want that."
"So, what should I do?"
"Settle your dept. Give him what you owe."
"But where will I find Sparrow's Compass?"
"How should I know?" Roman shrugger his sholders. "But if you don't, Drakor will have your hide on a platter. And Erica in his cabin."
"Over my dead body!"
"That's his plan." Roman grinned. "How about this. You go and find that Compass. Take whomever you need. Get Erica back. I'll fund you."
"Why would you do that? What's in it for you?"
"Think of it as protecting my investments." Roman looked behind him, where Jenny was entering the hanger. "Those two girls keep the bar patrons from causing trouble. If something happens to them, Dinobot's job gets very annoying."
John laughed. "Whatever. Ok, I'll do it. But I need repairs first."
"Done. Be ready to fly in the morning." As he turned to leave the hanger, Demon stepped forward.
"Sir, I have a request."
"Yes?"
"Allow me to go on this mission."
Roman froze in his tracks. "What? Why do you want to go?"
Demon looked out of the bay, through the magnetic field. His eyes starred at the stars. "I know my brothers are out there somewhere. All these years I've thought I was alone. But if there is a chance that there are others like me, I must find them."
Roman studied his friend. He really means what he says, he thought. "If it means so much to you, then very well."
Demon looked up. "Really?"
"Yes. Go, find your brothers." Roman smiled. "Besides, three of you would be much better protection than just one."
For the first time since they met, Demon smiled as well. "Thank you." He turned and walked over to Bradley. After a quick handshake, they both boarded the ship. Roman stood there watching. "Godspeed old friend. And good luck..."

Duke Walks over to Jenny
" John here, he seen you yet" he asked her as his Dog sits next to him with a bone in mouth

Jen turns to Duke. "No, I was going to ask him if he's going after Erica." She watches the exchange between Roman, Demon, and John. "I wonder what that's all about?"

Jen turns to Duke. "No, I was going to ask him if he's going after Erica." She watches the exchange between Roman, Demon, and John. "I wonder what that's all about?"

"mm don't know, but i can tell you she went missing when she was sixteen' Duke said not looking at her

Jen turned to Duke. "Huh? What are you talking about? She was born here. We met three years ago, when I first came here..." Jen trails off, as the lightbulb suddenly clicks on...

Jen turned to Duke. "Huh? What are you talking about? She was born here. We met three years ago, when I first came here..." Jen trails off, as the lightbulb suddenly clicks on...

"you only meet three years agon and there are way of easy make someone was born and raised somewhere"he said as the markings on him glowed as he drop onto one knee

"arr"

Jen was stunned. Erica always said she was born here, on the asteroid. Even Director Roman said the same. What could this guy be talking about? "So, you say she's from somewhere else. Where? And why'd she leave?"

(OOC: i like where this is going. let's assume for now that Erica has no memory from before and thinks she WAS born on Delta-1. Oh, she don't know it, but Roman has something to do with the memory loss)

In the observation room on Sherman Hill, Roman stood, hands folded behind his back, watching the construction on his new flagship. He often used this room as a quiet place for thinking, or just being alone. Demon has never been this, interested in anything before, he thought. Although, I can't really blame him. If I were alone all these years, and found out that there are others like me out there, I'd want to find them to. He watched as a pair of old work-bees struggle to move a shield generator into position on the uncomplete hull. I must find a way to help him. Perhaps, once the Challenger is complete, I can go search for the lab he was created in. A chime from his comlink disturbs his thoughts. "Yes?"
"Sir, we're having some trouble with the energy transfer conduits. Those new crystals are over-taxing the system."
"Send me the data. I will review it here. Out." He notices the flash of the viewscreen activating. he takes one last look at his masterpiece, then returns to work...

(OOC: Xiscapia, Uiri, sorry! forgot you were there!)

"Stand down!"
The order was shouted from accross the hanger, where three SPARTAN Enforcers had just entered. Each one carried a Type3a phaser rifle, and had a Klingon Mek'leth strapped to their backs. They marched up to the group, confronting the armored thing.
"You!" the leader said through his helmet speaker, "Stand down or I'm gonna introduce you to my little friend here." He patted the phaser riffle.
"Tell him, Sarge!" said the second Enforcer. "Show him who gives the orders around here!"
The third Enforcer turned to the second, "Dude, you are such a kiss-ass..."
"Quiet dirtbag!" ordered Sarge. "Now, all of you ladies clear out! We don't take to well to trouble makers around here. Only the Director can collect docking fees, as this is his space rock. Now, GET!"

Jen was stunned. Erica always said she was born here, on the asteroid. Even Director Roman said the same. What could this guy be talking about? "So, you say she's from somewhere else. Where? And why'd she leave?"

(OOC: i like where this is going. let's assume for now that Erica has no memory, thinks she WAS born on Delta-1, and that Roman has something to do with the memory loss)

OOC i'am going with that they where matched up as kids to marry and was raised to know one another

IC

"she was not born here"said Duke as he fights the pain of a wound from the past
"she was" he stop and look up at Jenny

John Bradley exited his ship and saw Jen and Duke standing in the hanger. He walked up to them.
"Hey, Jen. I'm getting ready to head out. You comming?"

"Yes," she replies. "I'm comming. I've already packed." She lifts up a duffle at her feet. "Was hoping you'd let me tag along." She gives Duke a weird look, as is wondering what he's talking about, then heads into the ship.
"Good."He turns to Duke. "How about you? Interested in an adventure? Or should we just call when we're on our way back?"


(OOC: THere we go...)

(OOC: Xiscapia, Uiri, sorry! forgot you were there!)

"Stand down!"
The order was shouted from accross the hanger, where three SPARTAN Enforcers had just entered. Each one carried a Type3a phaser rifle, and had a Klingon Mek'leth strapped to their backs. They marched up to the group, confronting the armored thing.
"You!" the leader said through his helmet speaker, "Stand down or I'm gonna introduce you to my little friend here." He patted the phaser riffle.
"Tell him, Sarge!" said the second Enforcer. "Show him who gives the orders around here!"
The third Enforcer turned to the second, "Dude, you are such a kiss-ass..."
"Quiet dirtbag!" ordered Sarge. "Now, all of you ladies clear out! We don't take to well to trouble makers around here. Only the Director can collect docking fees, as this is his space rock. Now, GET!"

OOC: It's alright. didn't get to RP W\m much though. oh well. 'wd\jw, 'w for duture reference is looking for a pub I suppose.

IC:

W\m did as he was told by the SPARTANS. Despite his confidence in his Uir citizenship he knew that a lack of a trial has been the death of many a pirate or two. He started exploring the asteroid and noticed that there were many shops and such of all types. He just wanted to find something to do considering he was bored. He prayed to Mars for some drunken idiot looking for a fight. It would keep him busy.

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'w was looking for a bar and was having trouble finding one when he spotted what looked to be a shop selling some forms of chemicals. If he was lucky they would be selling quicklime and ammonium chloride and thermos' to keep his drink well below -50. (ooc note, doesn't matter if its -50 farenheit or Celsius) that way it would be more than just an intoxicating substance.

John Bradley exited his ship and saw Jen and Duke standing in the hanger. He walked up to them.
"Hey, Jen. I'm getting ready to head out. You comming?"

"Yes," she replies. "I'm comming. I've already packed." She lifts up a duffle at her feet. "Was hoping you'd let me tag along." She gives Duke a weird look, as is wondering what he's talking about, then heads into the ship.
"Good."He turns to Duke. "How about you? Interested in an adventure? Or should we just call when we're on our way back?"


(OOC: THere we go...)


Hunter walks up behine John

"we be joining" he said as he Duke gets back up on his feet and the Dog move next Duke
"what he said"said Duke as place his hand on the dogs head

(OCC: Imp Isa, I had this idea of Bradley and crew of the Fighting Falcon going on a grand adventure all accross the FT forums, playing tag with Drakor and the Black Pearl. You're welcome to join, I'd just have to keep you posted as to which thread we go to next.)

John Looks over Hunter, then turns to Duke. "So, got any special skills?" he askes. "I already have a full bridge crew. Or would you just ride along and be muscle for ground jobs?"

OOC: It's alright. didn't get to RP W\m much though. oh well. 'wd\jw, 'w for duture reference is looking for a pub I suppose.

IC:

W\m did as he was told by the SPARTANS. Despite his confidence in his Uir citizenship he knew that a lack of a trial has been the death of many a pirate or two. He started exploring the asteroid and noticed that there were many shops and such of all types. He just wanted to find something to do considering he was bored. He prayed to Mars for some drunken idiot looking for a fight. It would keep him busy.

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'w was looking for a bar and was having trouble finding one when he spotted what looked to be a shop selling some forms of chemicals. If he was lucky they would be selling quicklime and ammonium chloride and thermos' to keep his drink well below -50. (ooc note, doesn't matter if its -50 farenheit or Celsius) that way it would be more than just an intoxicating substance.

OOC: Auburn Hill, I need you to RP the shopkeeper for my Captain, 'w. And a drunk who picks a fight if you feel like it.

(OCC: Imp Isa, I had this idea of Bradley and crew of the Fighting Falcon going on a grand adventure all accross the FT forums, playing tag with Drakor and the Black Pearl. You're welcome to join, I'd just have to keep you posted as to which thread we go to next.)

John Looks over Hunter, then turns to Duke. "So, got any special skills?" he askes. "I already have a full bridge crew. Or would you just ride along and be muscle for ground jobs?"

OOC EDIT

" I have a Fuel Rod Cannon and a MHG that fires depleted trilithium bullets and he got a Republic BR55 Battle Rifle and Desert Eagle" said Hunter before Duke can talk

"in other words we good in a fire fight"said Duke as he pets his Dog

"Damn Enforcers..." he mutters, while cleaning up bottles of spilled chemicals. "Must they always cause me trouble? Why does it matter that my skin is blue?" He used the low-lever disruptor to dissolve the spilled chemicals on the floor, grumbling about the treatment he gets from the SPARTAN Enforcers. At least once a week, two of them would come into his shop, accuse him of being a 'blue', and cause him endless headachs. He tried reporting it to Dinobot, but he kept getting the same answer: overall security is more important than spilled chemicals in a Bolian's shop...

'w entered the shop surprised to see such a mess. Normally any who had caused the mess would have been shot by then but there were no signs of a body. Either this guy was good or he hadn't shot anyone. 'w took out a peice of writing material and a graphite stick and wrote, "I am looking for quicklime, ammonium chloride and a thermos which can keep my drink below -40"

"Great," replies John. "Well, come aboard." He leads them into the ship, and to one of the smaller, empty cargo bays. "I don't have much room for conforts, but you can have this space. Make yourselves at home. I'll be on the bridge, getting us underway." He leaves them to get settled in.

They enter the bridge and take up stations. John at the helm, Kate next to him at ops, Demon stands between the two, and Jen sits at the comm controls. Suddenly, the viewscreen came to life, showing Roman sitting behind his desk. In the background, the two R2 units were dragging a humanoid body away. "Captain Bradley. I have, aquired, some information for you. It seams there was a gentleman who had a so-called map to Sparrow's Compass. As he no longer needs it, I am sending it to you now."
Kate pulled an data chip from the comm station. "Got it."
"Good, luck. Roman out." The screen goes blank.
"Well," says John, "Give me a course."
"Plotting now," Kate replies.
"Here we go..." he eases into the controls, and lifts the ship out of the docking bay. A burst from the main engines, and they are away from the station. "Course is laid in, ready for warp," Kate says.
"Engaging." The ship jumps to warp, on the first leg of her long journey...

(OOC: Now, to find a thread to pop into...)

EDIT: (OOC: oops, used my MT nation by mistake...)

Sauin Read the list of items, and pointed to the back the shop. "Isle 2, 4, and 5. Careful not to slip." He goes back to cleaning, when the sound of metal boots makes him go stiff, "Not again..."
Sure enough, there were the two SPARTAN Enforcers at the door. "Hey, Blue!" one called, "We forgot something." They entered the shop, and knocked a pair of bottles on the floor. The spilled chemicals bubbles and fizzed, then turned a dark shade of red. "That's better," said the Enforcer. "Red rules, Blue sucks!"

'w did not understand. He heard just didn't understand. When the SPARTANS came in he knew not to mess with them. He normally would have shot them but this time he kept his gun in his holster. He wrote below the note, "I am sorry but I don't understand your oral communication."

Sauin tapped the note, and pointed to the right isle, at the same time talking to the SPARTANS, "please leave me alone. I've done nothing to you!"
The first Enforcer stepped forward. "Oh, we'll leave you alone. After were done!" He shoved Sauin into the counter, knocking over a stack of empty beakers. Meanwhile, the second Enforcer just stood by the door, arms crossed, watching...

'w muttered 'thank you' in his own language, although it was spoken in the infrasound range so it was doubtful anyone could've heard it even if it had shouted it. 'w proceeded to the isle indicated and picked out the calcium oxide, ammonium chloride and thermos which he needed. He walked back, cautiously though. He didn't want to get in the way of any of the stupid SPARTANs.

Duke sets up only two things in his space, one a Replicator the would keep up the stock of Ammo for himself and Hunter as well as Food for himself and his Dog and the other just a Black box only he know how to use

"let the hunt begin"said Duke as he used the Replicator to make more ammo

(OOC: Xiscapia, Uiri, sorry! forgot you were there!)

"Stand down!"
The order was shouted from accross the hanger, where three SPARTAN Enforcers had just entered. Each one carried a Type3a phaser rifle, and had a Klingon Mek'leth strapped to their backs. They marched up to the group, confronting the armored thing.
"You!" the leader said through his helmet speaker, "Stand down or I'm gonna introduce you to my little friend here." He patted the phaser riffle.
"Tell him, Sarge!" said the second Enforcer. "Show him who gives the orders around here!"
The third Enforcer turned to the second, "Dude, you are such a kiss-ass..."
"Quiet dirtbag!" ordered Sarge. "Now, all of you ladies clear out! We don't take to well to trouble makers around here. Only the Director can collect docking fees, as this is his space rock. Now, GET!"
Kartosh noted the arrival of the strange being with the tank, which he suspected was filled with liquid nitrogen, but he couldn't be sure. He knew the SPARTANS could probably take all these guys on and win...but it depended on the SPARTAN under the armor, rather than the armor itself. The armored thing turned to the lead SPARTAN "Sarge." "I take orders from no one, pitiful human. Back off, or I will make you back off out an airlock." Despite the thug's bravdo, the other thugs were trying to quietly retreat without giving the impression that they were retreating. Kartosh grinned. "Listen to the man. Don't do anything foolish."
"IT IS YOU WHO IS THE FOOLISH ONE!" the thing roared and grabbed him. At the same time the thugs, pirates and mercenarys and general scum and bottom feeders, opened fire on the SPARTANS. Skyler unsheathed her sword as Kartosh was dragged high into the air in the massive fist. Kartosh just smiled. "Play nice, now." He dropped a grenade.

The weapons fire either bounced of the SPARTAN's shields, or was absorbed. As one, they instantly returned fire, their phaser rifles (http://www.ufphq.com/mc_han3.jpg)set on stun. One by one, the random thugs and pirates were dropped to the ground. "That's it!" A new voice, loud, raspy, and powerful, broke over the firefight, silencing all weapons. A pair of green laser beams flashed above everyone. They all turned to see Dinobot (http://home.comcast.net/~mathewignash/images/csdinobot.jpg), Chief of Security, at the hanger entrance. As he approached, all the random scum scattered, as everyone new what happens to you when this bot gets pissed off. "You!" he pointed at the big, armored guy while drawing his sword, "Release him at once! Or you will soon occupy several recycling bins!"

The armored thing released Kartosh immediatly and backed away. Those thugs and pirates who weren't stunned were making a quick exit, running away. Kartosh picked up the grenade and pressed a button, deactivating it moments before it would have exploded. "Good to see there's security around here." he murmered as he looked at the armored thing, tossing the grenade up and down.

Sauin tapped the note, and pointed to the right isle, at the same time talking to the SPARTANS, "please leave me alone. I've done nothing to you!"
The first Enforcer stepped forward. "Oh, we'll leave you alone. After were done!" He shoved Sauin into the counter, knocking over a stack of empty beakers. Meanwhile, the second Enforcer just stood by the door, arms crossed, watching...

Normally one would expect the clank of metal when a suit that weighs more than a ton moves. That was, however, not the case. The general had given his bodyguards a moment to rest, while he set about securing some assets on the station for the Empire, or possibly just his own wealth. The ruckus told him he'd found his first stop. People that needed protection were always easier to convince, and since he was still armed(possibly a critical oversight on the part of security), things could even get messy.

<Gentlemen.> The general stepped inside, pistol in his left hand, and what looked like, for all intents and purposes, a saber. <Gentlemen, I'm sure we can resolve this without any further problems. I've actually seen armor like yours before, you know that? Yes, I've even seen the enemy it was designed to fight. Their weapons are middling at best. Kilowatt range plasma beams and similar devices. They still managed to kill a fair number of you you know. Now, this pistol here is a 50 megawatt particle beam gun. Want to venture any guesses what it will do to your armor if mere kilowatts was enough to eventually kill you?> It was a masterful bluff. No audio recordings of his voice could ever accuse him of threatening them, since there was no actual sound of his voice, and since the gun was what he said it was, if he did shoot them, cleaning up the bodies would be extremely simple. Just turn the vents on high and sweep up the dust.

The second SPARTAN, standing at the door, called to the first, "Come on, Grif. I think you've had enough fun for one day."
"Fine, whatever." He moved to the door, cruching glass beneath his feet. "I was getting board anyway."
"Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go over to the range."
Grif walked mast his partner, "Why? So Sarge can use me for target pratice again? I don't think so."
Both Enforcers left the shop and headed off into the crowd. Sauin looked at his benefactor. "Thank you!" Those two are always picking on me. I don't know what they have against blue people..."

The second SPARTAN, standing at the door, called to the first, "Come on, Grif. I think you've had enough fun for one day."
"Fine, whatever." He moved to the door, cruching glass beneath his feet. "I was getting board anyway."
"Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go over to the range."
Grif walked mast his partner, "Why? So Sarge can use me for target pratice again? I don't think so."
Both Enforcers left the shop and headed off into the crowd. Sauin looked at his benefactor. "Thank you!" Those two are always picking on me. I don't know what they have against blue people..."

<It is a very long story. Think of it as ignorant factionalism. Nonetheless, they will continue to harrass you. I may be able to assist you. Supply our new base with a large number of products that are easier to obtain in system rather than through our logistics chain, and I can list you as a necessary supply base of the Empire, and station an armed guard here if the damage continues. In return, all I ask is a discount. I'm sure the size of the contract, as well as the end of your losses from damages will make up for any discount we agree on.> He holstered his pistol, which slipped back into the pocket on his Wyvern's thigh armor, and slid the saber back into its sheathe while he spoke with the bedraggled shopkeeper.

OOC: Shit, wrong nation. I kinda planned on having this nation take over the characters anyway, but not quite this soon.

Sauin was stunned. "I, I don't know what I can do for your whole nation. I'm just a simple shopkeeper." He looked in the direction the SPARTANs went. "As for them, they get the run of the whole asteroid, being the Director's Enforcers." He looked back at the armored figure. "If you need large amounts of anything, the man you want to talk to is Quark. Room-34 Level-11 Section-2. He is the Director'assistant, and handles all 'special' orders. Most of my products come through him anyway, so you might as well save yourself some trouble and go right to the source." He picked up the low-power disruptor and went back to his cleaning...


(OOC: I did the same thing on page 14)

The armored thing released Kartosh immediatly and backed away. Those thugs and pirates who weren't stunned were making a quick exit, running away. Kartosh picked up the grenade and pressed a button, deactivating it moments before it would have exploded. "Good to see there's security around here." he murmered as he looked at the armored thing, tossing the grenade up and down.
OOC: Did I miss the answering post? If so I'll replace this with an IC response.

OOC: sorry forgot to answer...

Sauin was stunned. "I, I don't know what I can do for your whole nation. I'm just a simple shopkeeper." He looked in the direction the SPARTANs went. "As for them, they get the run of the whole asteroid, being the Director's Enforcers." He looked back at the armored figure. "If you need large amounts of anything, the man you want to talk to is Quark. Room-34 Level-11 Section-2. He is the Director'assistant, and handles all 'special' orders. Most of my products come through him anyway, so you might as well save yourself some trouble and go right to the source." He picked up the low-power disruptor and went back to his cleaning...


(OOC: I did the same thing on page 14)

<It is a very long story. Think of it as ignorant factionalism. Nonetheless, they will continue to harrass you. I may be able to assist you. Supply our new base with a large number of products that are easier to obtain in system rather than through our logistics chain, and I can list you as a necessary supply base of the Empire, and station an armed guard here if the damage continues. In return, all I ask is a discount. I'm sure the size of the contract, as well as the end of your losses from damages will make up for any discount we agree on.> He holstered his pistol, which slipped back into the pocket on his Wyvern's thigh armor, and slid the saber back into its sheathe while he spoke with the bedraggled shopkeeper.

OOC: Shit, wrong nation. I kinda planned on having this nation take over the characters anyway, but not quite this soon.

The second SPARTAN, standing at the door, called to the first, "Come on, Grif. I think you've had enough fun for one day."
"Fine, whatever." He moved to the door, cruching glass beneath his feet. "I was getting board anyway."
"Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go over to the range."
Grif walked mast his partner, "Why? So Sarge can use me for target pratice again? I don't think so."
Both Enforcers left the shop and headed off into the crowd. Sauin looked at his benefactor. "Thank you!" Those two are always picking on me. I don't know what they have against blue people..."

Normally one would expect the clank of metal when a suit that weighs more than a ton moves. That was, however, not the case. The general had given his bodyguards a moment to rest, while he set about securing some assets on the station for the Empire, or possibly just his own wealth. The ruckus told him he'd found his first stop. People that needed protection were always easier to convince, and since he was still armed(possibly a critical oversight on the part of security), things could even get messy.

<Gentlemen.> The general stepped inside, pistol in his left hand, and what looked like, for all intents and purposes, a saber. <Gentlemen, I'm sure we can resolve this without any further problems. I've actually seen armor like yours before, you know that? Yes, I've even seen the enemy it was designed to fight. Their weapons are middling at best. Kilowatt range plasma beams and similar devices. They still managed to kill a fair number of you you know. Now, this pistol here is a 50 megawatt particle beam gun. Want to venture any guesses what it will do to your armor if mere kilowatts was enough to eventually kill you?> It was a masterful bluff. No audio recordings of his voice could ever accuse him of threatening them, since there was no actual sound of his voice, and since the gun was what he said it was, if he did shoot them, cleaning up the bodies would be extremely simple. Just turn the vents on high and sweep up the dust.

'w had retrieved what he had wanted and came back to the Wyvern with the SPARTAN gone. It was even more surprised when there were no bodies. It walked back to the counter and took out a couple of coins, silver Denarii, worth 10 As each. 'w wrote on the note below his what was already written, "Will this cover it? If so, keep the change." 'w then wrote another note to the man in the Wyvern armour, "No bodys?"

<No shots. Just intimidation. One need not kill to solve problems. One need only appear to be dangerous enough to kill without hope of resistance. Humans are at base cowards in any case.>

Kartosh sighed and moved on with Skyler in tow, passing the armored creature. It huffed at him but made no movement. The two Xiscapian mercs exited into the corridor. "That was far too close for comfort. Obviously word has gotten out." murmered Kartosh. "Come on," said Skyler, "let's go to the bar. After that little episode no one will mess with us here...hopefully."

<No shots. Just intimidation. One need not kill to solve problems. One need only appear to be dangerous enough to kill without hope of resistance. Humans are at base cowards in any case.>

He wrote below it, "Easier to kill than to communicate in my case."

He wrote below it, "I don't understand your oral communication."

OOC: Not oral. He's telempathic.

OOC: Oh. that works then. I'll edit the post.

He wrote below it, "Easier to kill than to communicate in my case."

<Easier to kill at the moment. But what of their friends later?>

<Easier to kill at the moment. But what of their friends later?>

Next he wrote, "How can they track me? If I kill there is now one to tell them who I am or what I look like."

Director Roman stood at the viewport in his office, hands folded behind his back. "So, you understand your orders?"
"Yes. Though I am not happy with having to take them."
"That doesn't matter. For now, all you have to do is obey. Everything will work out in the end."
"I trust that it will. It'd be a shame if I had to come back there-"
"And do what, exactly?" He turned to face the holo-screen, his red eyes seamed to flash. "Kill me? Take over this station? We both know that without me you have no ship, crew, base, nothing. I on the other hand have no problems replacing ship captains."
"I get the message. The Pearl will be nowhere near Bradley's ship. Mark my words."
"Until our next chat, Captain Drakor."
The pirate nodded, then faded as the screen vanished. Dinobot then stepped out of the shadows. "Was that nessesary?"
"Yes. It will keep Drakor away from Bradley long enough for him to recover Sparrow's Compass."
"If you say so. I do not trust Drakor to follow your orders."
"He will. There's too much at stake for him not too." He turned back to the viewport. "Have the SPARTANS increase security on Sherman Hill (OOC: the asteroid with the biggest drydock where my ship is being built). I don't want to take any chances."
"Affirmitive..."

Next he wrote, "How can they track me? If I kill there is now one to tell them who I am or what I look like."

<Everything is recorded. They would see you.>

OOC: Auburn, are you going to RP Sauin accepting the money?

To this, 'w had no answer.

ooc: feel free to take over for him. will be back on Saturday. please, continue on...

Sauin accepted the payment and 'w wrote to the wyvern, "Know of any good taverns?"

Sauin accepted the payment and 'w wrote to the wyvern, "Know of any good taverns?"

<I cannot attest to its quality, but I know of a bar. Walk with me. I'll try to explain some realities to you on the way.>

Roman stood in the observation room for Drydock 5, on asteroid Delta-2. He watched as the work-bees and shuttlepods move about the hull. "Are we ready for launch?"
The large, round human standing behind him answered, "Yes, I've got all the main systems online, and everything looks good to go."
"Excellent." Roman pulled his COMM from his belt. "Roman to Columbia: Green light."
The work-bees and shuttles scattered away from the ship, while the docking arms disengaged and retracted. The ion engines, defector array, and running lights all lit up, and the ship began to slowly back out of the bay, just missing a small light-stock freighter that didn't move fast enough. Once clear, Columbia (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Columbia-classDestroyer.jpg) rotated in place and headed out of the asteroid field. "Excellent," muttered Roman. He turned to the engineer waiting behind him. "Keep an active comm/data link. I want constant updates sent to my office every 15 minutes."
"Yes, sir."
Roman pulled his comm from his belt. "Energize." Moments later, he appeared in his office. Taking a seat behind the large desk, his hit a control. "Mary, send in my next apointment, please..."

(OOC: open here for anyone...)

<I cannot attest to its quality, but I know of a bar. Walk with me. I'll try to explain some realities to you on the way.>

"One moment, I need to prepare my drink," was all 'w scribbled down and showed to the wyvern before setting the thermos to -40, adding the quicklime and ammonium chloride. The compounds became ammonia, calcium chlordie and calcium hydroxide. Using his own spoon he scooped out the calcium compounds which were heavier than the ammonia. Putting them back into their containers. To complete the drink he added his own mixture of 'sugar' and ethylamine it made it's own rum equivalent.

"You sent for me?'
Roman looked up from his status reports. "I did, yes. Have you reviewed my proposal?"
"Yes," replied the Ferengi. "I have. Most of the resources are available here, but we will have to aquire the rest."
"I trust that is within your abilities?"
"Of course." The Ferengi straighned his jacket. "There is no item I can't get for anyone. Provided the price is right."
"You know you fee. 10% of all 'earnings' from my ventures."
"I know." He rubbed his large ear, "How many ships are ready for launch?"
Roman activated his holo-screen, showing a production schedual. "The Columbia is on shakedown in the outer system. I've been reviewing the data. Everything is working as designed." He changed the display to a new screen. "By the next week, three more Columbia-class ships will be ready for launch. Valiant will be ready next month."
"Those should prove enough for the moment," the alien replied.
"Yes. With the profits these new ships will bring us, you will be able to purchase everything we need to finish Challenger." Roman shut off the screen. "That is all."
"Sir." With a bow, Quark left the office. Roman turned to the viewport.
Soon, nothing will stop me, he thought. I will be the most powerful pirate in this part of the Galaxy...

[First off, I want to know if you plan on continuing your posting in the That's no Moon (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13421131&posted=1#post13421131) thread soon.]

A small scouting vessel had detected the high FTL traffic around the asteroid belt from its trip through a nearby system. Eventually it entered the system only for a brief moment before vanishing from all sensor equipment as it entered the asteroid belt. Most would assume it was using the echoes of the surrounding space debris and a cloaking device to become invisible.

The Draconic Order was once again sending out ships in order to find out where expansion was the most profitable. If there were a substantial cache of useful or valuable minerals in the asteroid belt they would probably set upon it. Having an already established space station in such a gold mine would make the target system even more desirable.

The scout ship was not unnoticed, nor totally invisible. An Andermani Destroyer, 3 kilometers long and studded with weapons, it was patrolling along the edge of the recently established border between the Setian system, and the Chrysler holdings in the asteroid belt, and the ship slinking around just inside the belt was out of its jurisdiction, but if it slipped across the border, the Setian ship would pounce, and then it would get the answers it wanted.

[I never understood the need to build ships that big... you could only support a handful of those vessels with the resources of a population of 5+ billion. Most FT nations are not very understandable to me. Three kilometers is like a fleet-breaking dreadnaught to me.]

The scouting vessel began short range scans on the nearby asteroids.

[I never understood the need to build ships that big... you could only support a handful of those vessels with the resources of a population of 5+ billion. Most FT nations are not very understandable to me. Three kilometers is like a fleet-breaking dreadnaught to me.]

The scouting vessel began short range scans on the nearby asteroids.

OOC: True, but if everyone does it then you have to follow or else you'll get wiped out.

[Or you ignore them or make it seem as if you are only fighting ships of similar stature to your own.]

[Or you ignore them or make it seem as if you are only fighting ships of similar stature to your own.]

OOC: Never goes down very well...
...Sorry, I appear to have entered the wrong thread [Turns and leaves, shutting door behind him]

[I never understood the need to build ships that big... you could only support a handful of those vessels with the resources of a population of 5+ billion. Most FT nations are not very understandable to me. Three kilometers is like a fleet-breaking dreadnaught to me.]

The scouting vessel began short range scans on the nearby asteroids.

OOC: Because I can, and I don't have but a thousand ships in my nation. Thus the very large, very dangerous, very heavy ships. And there's a racial thing in it for my nation too, so that's another big part of it.

After some time the scout noticed that there was plenty ore to provide materials for shipbuilding. It also noted that shipbuilding was already taking place as a large asteroid had been converted into a shipyard/space station. The scout inched closer to see if it could run short-ranged scans of the station.

OOC: sorry for delayed response. Other matters demanded my attention. I intend to continue this thread, or start another if nessesary...

*Bump*

Director Roman stood in the observation room above Drydock 10, watching the activities taking place before him. At 1,200 meters long by 1,000 meters wide, Dock 10 was the largest drydock, and filled the entire center of the asteroid, called Delta 2. At this time, the dock was filled by a massive ship. Nearly as long as the dock, and almost as wide, the ship was finally completed and awaiting trials. Roman Reached for the COMM link on his belt. "Energize."
Moments later, he stood on the bridge. A large room, with bare metal floors, control stations lining the walls, and a single chair in the middle. The crew stood at attention, as Roman moved to take his place in the center of the bridge. "Report."
An officer stepped forward, "All systems online," he replied. "We are ready for launch."
"Excellent." Roman sat in his chair. "Begin launch sequence! Bring ion engines to standby! Release docking umbilicals! Helm, activate thrusters! Back us out!"
The crew scrambled to carry out the orders. Docking tubes released from the hull, the engines began to glow orange, and the Challenger (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Challenger-classDreadnaught.jpg) began to slowly back out of the docking chamber. Finally, thought Roman, my time has come at last...

The cloaked scout detected the emerging ship and decided it would shadow the vessel in its ion trail before leaving the system. It would then give its report and this place would be one of the first targets in the next incursion, which had been building up for some time now. For now it would wait until the Challenger hit open space.

(OOC: DO, assume that my ship left your space (aka, thread).

"Status?"
"All systems are green," replied the OPS officer.
"Engines ready," said the engineering officer, "We are go for warp."
"Weapons and defenses on standby," reported the Tactical officer.
"Good." Roman sat back in his command chair. "Set course 230, warp factor 4."
"Aye, sir," said the helmsman. The ship turned on its axis, the large red drive dish on the stern glowing. Roman's red eyes flashed. "Engage...."

The cloaked ship followed behind the larger vessel until it jumped system. At about the same time the scout engaged its FTL drive and used the jump wave to mask its own escape. The asteroid field would probably be very crowded in a few days.

((You mean the "That's no moon?" thread? Ok.))

Boots clanking on the metal deck, Roman marched towards main engineering. He entered through the large archway, the blast door being kept open until a combat situation. "Status."
Another man, somewhat balding with a wide torso, stepped forward. "All engines running smoothly, sir," he reported. "We've got a few flucuations in the power grid. Nothing to worry about, as this is a new ship. We're knocking them out one by one."
"Good. And the core?"
"Stable. Containment systems functioning as designed."
"Warp system?"
"Green accross the board."
"Excellent." Roman looked around the engine room. "Very well. Keep me informed to any developments." He turned and left the room, and headed into a turbolft. "Main Torpedo Room." The lift began to move through the ship, traveling along the central spine back to the bow. After a few minutes, it stopped and opend the door. He walked out and entered another large room, this one filled with racks of torpedo cases. These fed Tubes 2 and 3, the middle-upper pair of launchers on the bow. "Status?"
"All weapons ready! Tubes are clean and standing by!"
"Good." Roman studied one of the torpedoes, then turned and left the room. Another short turbolift ride, and he was back on the bridge. "Status?"
The executive officer turned to face Roman. "Maintaining speed, Warp 4. On course to weapons test site. Eta: 10 minutes. Ship's status, green."
"Good." Roman sat down in the command chair. "Prepare to drop from warp. Ready main weapons for test firings. Condition Yellow."
"Aye, sir," said the Exec. He faced the front of the bridge, "Standby to drop from warp! Helm, bring the ion drives up to power! Tactical, stand by on weapons! Condition Yellow!" As the crew moved to carry out the orders, Roman smilled to himself. Now, we see what this ship can do...

"Sir! Urgent message for you!"
Roman stood from his command chair. "Very well." He took the PADD from the young sailor, and reviewed the message from the Valiant. "Excellent. Now I will have an accurate live-fire test of my new ships." He typed out a new message on the PADD, and handed it back to the sailor. "Send this out ASAP."
"Yes Sir!" The young man returned to the COMM station. Roman returned to his chair, and reviewed the debris field that they had discovered. It appeared to be nothing but junk, most likely drifting for decades. "Continue weapons tests," he ordered...

A ripple in subspace marked the beginning of the Draconic Order's expansion plans. Having built up for over a year, the Dominion finally made its first step. Two frigates and a squadron of interceptors entered realspace and headed into the asteroid field toward the station. Without the Challenger, who was busy conducting a trial run in another system, the station was virtually defenseless. The soldiers aboard the two frigates waited patiently for the incursion.

The station was far from defenseless.

<Sir, there are vessels entering the asteroid field. They are not following the safelane agreed upon between ourselves and the director.>

<Tactical, set general quarters, begin charging the chaos ball generator, and contact the station, inform them we will be intercepting unknown vessels not conforming to the accepted flight paths, and that we may be entering into the asteroid field.>

<Aye captain. Message away.>

The massive battleship heeled about, and its escort rapidly followed suit. Heavy weapons tracked on the two ships, and secondary battery changed its charge fields to blanket the area occupied by the interceptors with a scattered wave of particle bursts. They had jurisdiction in this case, and it was not looked upon kindly to invade Setian space without permission.

Director Roman, or Security Chief Dinobot, unidentified vessels have penetrated the asteroid field outside the accepted safelane. We are assuming that they are either pirates or raiders, my squadron is moving to intercept and engage if necessary. Regards, General Khane.

Unknown vessels, you have violated Setian space, as well as the holdings of the Chrysler Corporation, if you do not immediately heave to and deactivate all defenses and engines we will fire into your ships and immobilize them. We will then board them, take your commanding officers into custody, and scuttle the ships. Your parasite craft will dock with my battleship, and their craft will be jettisoned and destroyed. All enlisted and noncommissioned personnel will be released or repatriated, whichever we find more convenient. Your commanders will be tried for violation of sovereign territory with combatant vessels, or returned to the proper authorities, as needed. Any attempt to fire upon our ships will be met with annihilation. You have 5 minutes to comply.