NationStates Jolt Archive

"Tempest, This is Nova Command. You are clear to begin capacitor dump."

"Nova Command. This is Tempest CnC. Reactors are operating at full efficency. Spinning up Keary-Franz drives now. Stand by for update."

"Roger. Preparing datalinks for flight plan upload. You may open your links now."

"Nova Command, Drive capacitors charged for jump.Course plotted. Request permission to depart."

"Tempest, You are clear to make your way to Sol's Nadir point. Await further instructions upon arriving."

"Affirmative, Nova Command. ETA 5 hours to Nadir point under impulse power."

Gracefully, the Yamato-class Tempest slipped out of Nova's caress. Once out of its gravitational influence, plasma vented from the Tempest's main drives as it began the short cruise to what had been christened 'Destination Point'. For Twenty years the planet had been ravaged by three sucsessive intra-system wars between the Alliance and the now-extinct Optimal Coalition. The Optimals had made one final attack on their own home, hoping to deny it to the victorious Alliance. The Neutron Bombs reduced the once burgeoning population to a mere two billion. It looked like there was no hope.

Then, from a far-off corner of the globe, an island in the middle of the black ocean, came the awnser. A group of scientists hiding from the Optimals had perfected a Faster than light drive, one that could literally rip the fabric of space apart, propelling ships as far as 20 lightyears before needing to recharge the drives. SpaceJump drives had existed for a while now, easily obtainable, which could propell a ship within a system, but the Alliance military immediately clamped down on the scientists before they could release their research, stealing it and glassing the island of the hapless scientists. It did not matter, since no ship other that the biggest capitals could generate enough power to activate the drive. Now it would be used to find help for the beleagured world.

"Nova Command. This is Tempest CnC. We are at Nadir. Request permission to jump."

"You have permission to jump into interplanetary space. Once there, you will run file HELLO. Good luck, John."

"Thanks. We'll need it."

Switching from COMSQUARE, the captain of the Tempest keyed open a shipwide channel.

"Brothers and sisters of the Alliance. Today we make history as the first Novans to reach beyond our system. Godspeed to us all."

Upon orders to jump, the navigator actiated the drive. It seemed as if space had opened like a curtain, leaving a gash of brilliant white. Once again, the Tempest's Impulse drives flared as she jumped into infinity...

... and reappeared 10 lightyears distant, in interplanetary space. Lights flickered on and off and gravity was disabled due to the immense energy flow which had disrupted power relays all across the ship and caused the main Reactors to shut down. Hours later, backup reactors were running and the crew transmitted their welcome greeting. It was a series of beeps, complex yet regular in nature, to allow potential receivers to discern it out of stellar noise. Everyone prayed for the best.

OOC: If you haven't guessed, i'm basing this on Starlancer Ships with Battletech drives, pared down of course. I would appreciate it if I wasn't obilerated in five minutes.

EDIT: WOO 500 posts.

OOC: It it's cool with you, I'm going to put this place marker so I can post later - right now, have to run to a lecture, then a seminar, but this caught my eye.

[OOC: Yeah, sure. Thank you.]

OOC: Are you looking for any nations to contact?

OOC: It's a general broadcast, like morse code. RPwise, I don't have something like a UT, so i'm looking for someone to sit around and give the Tempest some star maps as well.

OOC: It's a general broadcast, like morse code. RPwise, I don't have something like a UT, so i'm looking for someone to sit around and give the Tempest some star maps as well.

OOC: I'll put up a post tommorow

"Don't you go out in the rain! Don't go out-"

"Excuse me, Citizen Ekembra. Systems monitor states there's a faster-than-light distortion approximately point-two-five lightyears out. If you would be so kind as to stop singing and investigate?"

The Good Ship Alabama's dour AI, Penteh, looked down at Ekembra's present operations with distate. A self-proclaimed "explorer", he did little, bar the occasional trade of information with races the Cyprians hadn't met yet, and, of course, the sale of technology when it became necessary to buy something he couldn't trade for using items made in the ships onboard fabber.

The ship was scarcely thirty metres long, a shuttlecraft by most definitions, but it had enough living space for Ekembra - a private person by all definitions - and the tools aboard the ship. Armed with only what weapons one could improvise from an all-purpose fabber, and hardly any anti-ship weaponry, she was not a threat to anyone.

The Alabama quickly made its way to the site of the distortions it had detected, a microjump of less than a lightyear bringing them to within half a lightsecond of the Tempest, at which point they detected the series of beeps.

"Intelligent?"

"Probably. Want me to send a standard greeting?"

"In Universal?"

"Obviously. We don't know beep language. And I'm guessing it's not their language, either."

Greetings. I am Citizen Ekembra of the Cyprian nation. We come in peace, provided you're not some sort of evil alien bent on galactic destruction. I'm hoping you're not, personally. I don't like evil aliens. Too evil.

ooc: im bored so im joining every RP i can :P within reason so far onmly 1 more reverance class left...and congratz

KSS Insufferable one of the four modified reverance class ships in service was sent out to scout this part of the universe with 15 successful and uneventful mappings they thought this was going to be any differance till....

"Ship leader, a signal has been detected less than a light year from here shall we check it out ?" piped a command drone monitering the contorls

"good, lets go" said 3C he felt the ship shudder as he phased into another place appearing minuets later at their destination

"Signal has been identified as a vessel ship leader also a smaller craft is here no link between the two as of yet" said a drone

"Send a greeting in english" 3C said feeling confident

"greeting to alling of alien vessels, we being of Kewen coming in peace to explore we do"

OOC: I'm new so meh

IC:
"Admiral Karix, we have detected a strange life signal emanating from a single ship."

"Very well, but if they are hostile we cannot retaliate in a WorldShip."

"Yes sir, Set course for the signal."

Engaging Warp Tunnel Generator

OOC: right, work done for the day...

IC:
A quiet day aboard the SNS Vigilant, thought Lieutenant Dan Carey, commanding the night watch. Looking at the padd in his hand, he mused silently over the data presented to him.

Oh wonderful...Twenty particles of space dust per cubic meter, 52 ultraviolet radiation spikes, and a class-5 comet. Well, this is certainly worthy of our attention.

He sighed slightly to himself, and then glanced across at the Captains Chair... he refused to sit in it, out of principle, confining himself to the slightly off-set but nevertheless comfortable chair of the First Officer. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, set to ship time, he noticed that barely an hour of his watch had passed... and he had another seven to go. Looking around at the dimmed bridge, he saw only his two ensigns, one at the conn, and another at tactical, "Anyone fancy a brew, whilst I'm at the machine?"

"Wouldn't say no to a coffee, sir."

"How'd you take it?"

"Black with two, please."

Carey nodded, and was just striding over towards the coffee maker when the ensign at the conn called out, "Sir, I'm picking up something on the sensors... a signal of some description, not dissimilar to Morse code."

Carey chuckled idly,"Probably just a pulsar we didn't pick up on the last sensor sweep."

"No sir, it's not a pulsar. Too erratic... the timing keeps changing."

This perked up the Lieutenant's latent interest,"What do you think it could be?"

"Don't know, sir... wait a moment, I'm picking up another vessel... three lightyears Hubwards. Too far away to identify the type, but it's also the origin on this signal."

"Distress signal maybe?"

"Could be."

"Ensign, plot an FTL jump to that location."

"Should we wake anyone, sir?"

Carey smiled,"No need for that just yet, we don't yet know what we're dealing with. But do inform Gunny Thompson that we may very well be getting into a conflict, or a boarding action for a rescue."

"Roger sir, we'll get a Raptor ready to go."

With the order given, he sat back down, taking a look at what little data they actually had. Looks like this night just got a bit more interesting.

The Sovereign-class ship twisted gracefully against the inky blackness of the surrounding space, her nacelles glowing blue as the warp drive kicked in. The ship seem to stretch to infinity for a split second, and then she vanished.

One moment, the unidentified ship was alone, the next, the Vigilant was arriving on the scene, a flash of light all that heralded arrival,"Report."

"DRADIS coming online now, sir... multiple vessels, one adrift... some life readings, but it's garbled, can't make too much sense of it just yet. I've not seen ships like these before"

"Looks like we aren't the only ones who picked up the signal. Send a communication, in Basic, informing them both of our arrival, and asking if either require assistance."

Unidentifed vessels, this is the SNS Vigiliant of Snake Eaters. We picked up what appears to be a distress call, and are willing to render assistance

OOC: FYI, my tech is a mixture of ST (for the vessels) and then some BSG (RDM) for certain aspects, naturalistic science fiction. So, jump drives, raptors, marines, and DRADIS. I'll explain more to anyone who wishes to understand exactly what I do, just drop me a TG on the main site

"Admiral Karix, we are entering the tunnel now."

"It is big enough right, I mean we're in a 8 mile diameter traveling sphere."

"Of course it's big enough for a WorldShip"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

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"Sir we picked up a strange code from the target ship. It appears to be an old Morse type of code."

The Ziolisian WorldShip entered space and immediately began cloaking procedures...

OOC:WorldShips contain whole parts of planets salvaged from space. Contains around 3 billion people. No armament except defensive countermeasures.

OOC: Yes SE, I saw that Comet quote and instantly thought:Picard. That's about the only show on the channels I have. Everyone else, I will deal with you in turn.
IC:
"Sir. Multiple readings inbound. Looks like--oh,my."

"What? We found life already? Looks like those uniqueists were wrong after all."

"Sir! Inbound vessel! I detect Matter-Antimatter reactor systems! High power!"

"What? There's no way to stabilize a Matter-Antimatter reaction! How do they control it?"

"Well, sir, we can find out. Inbound hail from the New arrival. Wait...Their language is very similar to Novan. Odd."

The Operations Officer patched in the inbound message into the bridge speakers, and all the bridge crew momentarily halted all duties to hear the first communication with Extra-Novans.

Unidentifed vessels, this is the SNS Vigiliant of Snake Eaters. We picked up what appears to be a distress call, and are willing to render assistance

"Quick!" The captain blustered. "Open a general channel!"

The crew snapped out of the reverie, all too reminded of their duties.

This is Captain John Gere of the ANS Tempest. We come in peace. This the first Faster-Than-Light experiment carried out by my people, the Novans. We would like to procure Information on the Universe, as well as Star charts. While we understand that you have no need for what me have to offer, please allow us to repay you in any way we can.

Captain Gere called up the recent arrival on his command screen. It had a certain graceful look to it, with an elongated hull and twin blue nacelles.

OOC: Yeah, this is the Tempest

http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa29/zekosan/67.jpg

The huge WorldShip was cloaked from visible sight.

Suddenly a message came through the comm units.

This is Captain John Gere of the ANS Tempest. We come in peace. This the first Faster-Than-Light experiment carried out by my people, the Novans. We would like to procure Information on the Universe, as well as Star charts. While we understand that you have no need for what me have to offer, please allow us to repay you in any way we can.

"Should we communicate Admiral?"

"No we should wait to see what happens..."

~snip~
OOC: hehe

"Novans?"

"Never heard of them... then again, they did just tell this is their first FTL jump."

"Should I wake the Captain?"

"Get Commander Faris out of his bunk, let the Captain sleep a little bit longer before we are forced to wake him. And get the rest of the duty shift up here before the first officer arrives"

"What about a response to the communication, sir?"

"Open a channel to the vessel, audio only for the time being."

This is Lieutenant Carey, officer in charge of the watch. As we said before, we are willing to render assistance, and have a shuttlecraft on standby to come over to your ship.

A small group of ships exited warp. The blue-purple hole of the space fold ejecting 3 ships. A destroyer and two frigates. Their hulls a flat black bearing only a set of red claw marks along their bow. They exited warp just 20 light minutes from the Tempest. The tactical officer, a white furred kitsune, aboard the Destroyer, The RTMR Flayer, called out to the captain.

"Multiple vessels detected of unknown origin. Orders?"

The captain, a lean woman with a brownish skin tone and long white hair and long pointed furred ears. Her tail lashed from side to side as she stood. Every bit a Proud Ctarl as she spoke, the katana at her side rattling slightly. "Engage stealth systems, have all fighters prepare for engagement. Signal the Estus and Fang, tell them to do the same. Coms, intercept any com traffic, i want to know whats going on out there. Navigation, take us ahead slow."

The three ships simultaneously brought their stealth screens online. Degaussing systems de-magnetizing the vessels hulls as buffer screens came online to absorb active sensors. The ships black hulls making them invisible set against the blackness of space.

Each ship depoyed at the same time a decoy drone, each drone emitting the same EM and gravitic signature of the ship that launched it. Each drone moving out ahead of the ships at their normal speed of .15c

The com officer spoke up, a young man with dark hair. "Ma'am picking up com signals. It looks to be a first contact encounter with a vessel known as Tempest. As well as what looks like three other nations as yet unidentified. Known as Cypria, Kewen, and Snake Eaters."

The tactical officer called out. "I'm reading a massive gravitational distortion at bearing 25 by 37 by 66, range approximately one light hour. Nothing on main sensors. switching to UV..." The officer rocked an eyebrow, looking back. "Its a ship, measuring approximately 8 miles, sphere shaped. Unknown nation and purpose."

The com officer ran a few strokes over the console. "Negative on com traffic from the unknown."

The captain nodded. "Prepare to send a tight band transmission to the tempest." She sat at her chair, fingers nimbly running over the built in console.

To the Tempest. This is Captain Vanaara of the Red Talons Mercenary Republic starship Flayer. On behalf of our nation we would like to welcome you to the stars. Any assistance you require will be provided, within reason. This is an interesting occasion for us, as we have not met any of the other nations here.

One the message was finished it was broadcast in a focused beam, ensuring the only one to receive it would be the Tempest. The captain sat back in her chair. "I want a running report of all activities of ships in this system. Especially that cloaked one."

OOC: WorldShips are gravitronic.(borrowed from Foundation Series by Isaac Asimov)


IC:

"Admiral we report sensors scanning the ship..."

"Very well show them what we are, and broadcast a general message in Universal."

"Uncloaking in 3...2...1"

"Broadcasting in 3...2...1"


Attention all unidentified ships. This is the Ziolisian Admiral Karix speaking
"We come here in peace. We are part of an expeditionary group of WorldShips.
We were sent to terraform or colonize any uninhabited worlds we might discover.
Our ship has no weaponry but if you are hostile be warned that we do have EMPs and fighters in our hangar bays."

*Bump*

((OOC: TG for you Ziolis))

OOC: Sorry, lot on my plate at the moment.

IC:
"Sir! Three more ships, just dropped out of FTLspace!"

"Watch it, lieutenant, your Novan is slipping. Have they hailed us yet?"

"Sorry, Captain. Scanning...Scanning...Detected audio message. playing now."


To the Tempest. This is Captain Vanaara of the Red Talons Mercenary Republic starship Flayer. On behalf of our nation we would like to welcome you to the stars. Any assistance you require will be provided, within reason. This is an interesting occasion for us, as we have not met any of the other nations here.

"Hmm, seems the aliens are clamouring to meet. This is an excellent opportunity for us. Both for Science and Curiosity. Lieutenant. How long until our Main Reactors are online?"

"30 Minutes, sir. Gravity online in 15 minutes."

"Excellent. Tactical. Status, please."

The Tactical officer struggles to steady heraself in Microgravity as she pushed herself to her station. Her hair flying wildly, she read from the screen.

"All laser and missile turrets active. Sheilds are at 50% until main reactors are online. Plasma MAC will remain offline until we can realign the coils."

"Damn, that reminds me. Ensign, send a HyperPulse packet back to Nova Command. They'll be wondering what happened to us. In addition, send the following..."

"To all spacecraft. We would like to invite you aboard the Tempest for formal First Contact between our races." A scematic of the Tempest appeared, the Aft Spacecraft hatch highlighted in red. "Here is the designated landing spot for all visiting shuttles. We hope to see you in One hour. In additon, we would appreciate it if those who could do so bring us some information about the universe, as well as some star charts. We would also like to procure technology to help our worlds, should you come, I will be pleased to tell you more. Thank you."

Captain Gere hit the Com stud on his Seat with such force he was pushed away from it. He barked into the Mic,

"Main shuttlebay, prepare for shuttle landing by Extra-Novans. Full diplomatic honours. Go wake up the marines and tell them to Kit up. You have One Hour."

"Hmmm... isn't it a bit to crowded if we landed in their shuttlebay?"

"It wouldn't be if you wanted to play intergalactic bowling. We would knock out that ship with ours. So i recommend we send Royale Transport."

"Fine but it better not get scratched..."

"Hmm..."

"What is it, Commander?"

The First Officer of the Vigilant, Commander Dominic Faris, listened to the transmission once more, then seemed to come to a decision, "I'm going aboard."

Carey looked at him, a look of mild surprise etching across his young face, "Surely, we should wake the captain?"

"He's exhausted, Lieutenant, and somehow I don't think this is something he wants to be roused from his well earned sleep for. Besides, we've all done First Contact before, this is no different. Who's the ranking Marine at the moment?"

"Gunnery Sergeant Thompson, sir. He's already got a Raptor waiting to go in Hanger Bay 1."

"Have him, and another marine, meet me at the Raptor. Oh... and upload all the star charts for thirty light-years to a padd... I want something to give to these people."

"Anything else, sir?"

"Yes... get Assistant Chief Engineer Betney out of her bunk, and tell her to meet me at the Raptor with two from the engineering detail, see if they can't lend some assistance to these people."

"Roger that sir."

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"Tempest, this is Snake Eater Raptor zero-seven-niner, callsign 'Blaze'. Requesting clearance to dock in Aft hanger bay."

Vanaara considered for a moment then nodded. She had never done first contact before, but she knew well enough the protocols. She nodded to herself after a moment. "I'm going over. Give me a datapad with our starmaps on it. Have a transport ready for departure. Send a message to the Pegasis, inform them we have a first contact situation."

The Ctarl stood and walked off the bridge. Taking the turbolift to the small hangar on the destroyer. A shuttle had been prepped and was cycling its induction core to full power before take off. She boarded the shuttle along with 4 marines. Each marine wearing heavy black armor.

The sleek black shuttle powered up fully, its hatch closing as it exited the destroyers bay. Accelerating away from the destroyer. The pilot calling ahead. "This is Red Talon Envoy, call sign Black. Requesting clearance and approach vectors for landing."

The Ctarl sat in the back, leaning casually against the wall of the drop ship's compartment. Patiently waiting, it would be almost half an hour before the ship would arrive at the tempest.

ooc: Oi everyone ignore my post why dont ya.... ;o;

IC:
the kewen after being successfully ignored decided to go and visit as well a small shuttle was lauched from its bays carrying a ambassdor and some guards

OOC: Nobody's ignoring you.

An Imperator class ship floats in orbit around a moon several light years away. The gas giant lazely crossing the window as the ship spun. The massive elongated sails of teh ship looked like claws waiting to grab hold of anything that drifted nearby.

A shout rang out across the command deck.

"what is it wayfarer?" inquired one of the marines.

Dienaih stood with her hand at her temple. "my head, theres a disturbance in the warp, several ships just appeared not to far from here... one of them has a massive drive signeture." she looked up at teh rest of the command deck. the captain sat impassivly listening as she continued. "four... i think, i can't count how many. they all appeared so quickly. its odd though, they appeared in interstellar space, no nearby starsystem. the first one seemed to have a very basic drive system... They may be sending a distress signal of some kind, but not through warp space.. i don't think, its hard to tell with the warp currents as they are. perhaps they are using STL technology to communicate."

"What would your preffered course of action be wayfarer?" said the captain quietly, his power armor clinking against his seat. the rest of the command deck sat waiting for her respons.

"I would encourage you to send a scout party, or a probe... but i beleive we Should find out why there would be a group so far from a system." Deinaih said quietly, still rubbing her temple.

Captain Dracius nodded slowly. "Your sure?"

Dienaih shook her head... "nothing is for sure sir... you know those are the principals my caste opperates on."

The captain thought to himself... Intersteller space, no moons to hide behind, our halofield would probably not be enough to avoid detection in light of a foe like this... "Send a probe, i don't want to risk any loss of our own people in this..." he looked up at Deiniah.. "you, wayfarer, will have to upload the coordinance, it IS within our probes range yes?"

Deinaih nodded and pulled out a short chord attatching it to the base of her head so she could directly communicate with the ships main frame...

The captain looked at the bridge Crew... "use one of our Shadows, their halofields of the larger probe should make it harder to detect... have it warp back to us to upload footage... it should be out there no longer than it takes to repower its warp engines and return. and when it gets back we need to be ready to make an emergency entry into the warp should it have been fallowed."

"Every one, Set allert Status Orange... lets see whats out there."

Marines made their way to combat stations, and
A few consoles flickered as teh pilot readied the probe and the Dienaih finished the nescissary file compression.

The ship continued to spin slowly, it was almost sunset on the bridge, as the nearby sun dipped bellow its Translucent windows... it would be dawn again in fifteen minutes.

A silo on the black prow of the ship opens and what appears to be a very large missle fires out of it. The device quickly unfirls sails of its own, and opens a massive disk. it then dissapears behind a halofield showing only the landscape of the moon behind it. With a blush quiviering in space, it vanishes into the warp.

After around a minute and a half it appears within several thousand miles of the Group of star ships, its reception antenea and disk pointed at their heart. The AI aboard the probe realises how close it came out of warp to the uknown vessels and course corrects, having to fly as close as several hundred miles of one of the unknown vessels before it can move past teh assmbled group and to a safer distance of a hundred thousand miles or so.

3...2...1 Begin launch of Royale Transport.

"Sir we do have that datacore right?"

"Of course we do, we might as well give them our plans to a WorldShipS."

The transport was loaded with assorted datacores and the transport was escorted by 20 Heavy Viper Class Fighters

"Lock on to the docking signal and set course."

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Back on ship...

RC1 reported "Admiral we have discovered a strange signature. A bit like a probe. It is cloaked frpm view. Should we send a EMP to disable it?"

"Go ahead but set the EMP to low, just stun the droid while we trace it's connection back.

OOC: WorldShipS' are 4 mile diameter

The probe drifts now, its engines turned off since the last course correction... when it nears the world ship it begins taking picture with its telescopic camera's trying to identify any unique technology. it also uses its lenses to spot the drones that the destroyer and cruisers had launched. its engines reving up for a jump back into the immiterium of the warp...

On the command deck of the Iron Pearl, Captain Dracius paces. the pilot with his hands tight on the controls and Dienaih sitting in the corner with ther mind still one with the ship computers. he looks at teh pilot "Are we ready to make a jump?"

"Yes sir, both centrifuge's are spinning..."
"good, a doublejump if nescissary" was the captains response.
"the ships halo-field is up... and we're ready for a full burn once we've heard back from teh probe."
the captain looked over to Dienaih... "are you ready to plot our course should we need to jump?"
Dienaih smiled at him... "i'm always ready."

OOC:, I have FTL transmission, only Starlancer never made it clear what it was...

"Bridge to Engineering. Is she fine now?"

"Somewhat. We managed to ger the main reactor up to 50%, so we have power for Sheilds and Gravity, nothing more."

"Damn. See what you can do. Out. Bridge to Hangar, are you ready?"

"Yes, sir. The Bay is depressurized and open. Pressureization systems ready."

"Right. Now we wait..."

HANGAR BAY A

"Come on! Come on! Move those Grendels to the side!" Screamed Docking Master Lair, before wrenching the winch controls from the hapless tech.

"If you want anything done, you have to do it yourself," Lair muttered, expertly navigating the last fighter from the landing pads. All he knew were that at least three shuttles were arriving soon, unknown size, with full honours. This meant that all vheicles on the landing pad itself had to be stored, as per regulation.

"There. Finally. Hangar Bay to Bridge. We are clear for landing. The marines are here."

"Excellent. Inform me when they arrive. Out."

CnC

Captain Gere could finally rest. Once gravity had been restored, he made a beeline for the most comfortable seat on the bridge. His own. He was about to set it to recline when he got bad news.

"Captain! Unknown probe detected on Distortion Sensors! No contact made of yet!"

"What? Scramb-wait...this isn't the war. Just because there's someone just watching us dosen't mean that they're going to attack us."

"Sir, SOP dictates-"

"I know what the bloody SOP dictates! I wrote that section!" Gere's mind went back 15 years ago. The loss of the Reliant to a cloaked Optimal Bomb disguised as a old space probe. All hands lost. Except Gere.

"All right. Scramble Alpha wing. Order them to hold an escort position around the Tempest. Tell them I want atl least 2 Jackhammers on each fighter."

CATAPULTS

"SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE!" The horn blared as crew rushed to load the Grendels and Crusaders for immediate departures. Pilots swore as they hopped from foot to foot, donning pressure suits. 2 Minutes later, 20 Fighters launched from the catapults to form a protective box around their home. Capacitors whined as Laser and Plasma turrets on the Tempest prepared for what they hoped would never happen. The only weakness that remained was the gap of the sheilds around the Hangar Doors.

On the bridge of the destroyer. The Navigation officer ran nimble fingers across his station. "Sir. Picking up an unknown vessel passing over our location. It looks to be a probe. Long range imaging shows what looks like Imperium technology."

The acting captain. A sleek furred anthro cat, wearing an officers uniform cocked an eyebrow. "The imperium... here?... Very well. Signal the dropship to inform them of the situation. Open a channel to the Pegasis."

There was a slight pause before the screen lit up. The acting captain saluted, his clenched right fist pressed against his left breast. On the screen, a white haired neko stood, wearing baggy pants and a fishnet shirt. "Grand Admiral Roze. This is Acting captain of the Flayer. We have encountered multiple unknown alien vessels. As well as an Imperium probe."

The neko on the screen sat up slightly. "Proceed with caution. Should anything go wrong i want you to signal the fleet at once. The Imperium are a crazy bunch. Too many different factions. If it turns out to be the Xenocidal type, inform us at once and we will reinforce."

The acting captain nodded. His tail swaying behind him slightly. "Yes Grand Admiral. Thankyou." He saluted again, recieving a similar gesture from the neko before the screen went back to its view of space.

The signal went out, to the shuttle via drive tranciever, and the second signal via Ansible. An advanced system that allowed the Red Talons to maintain real time communications regardless of the distance. Anyone hoping to intercept the Ansible would need a system of their own, then they would have to know the frequency that the transmission was broadcast on.

The three black ships floated, stealth screens active and drive systems offline. The drones meanwhile, each one black, using a gravity inducer to propel itself in small circles. looking like the ships were simlpy 'walking in circles'

"Admiral we are now detonating EMP Class-I"

"Detonate in 3...2...1...NOW!"

A mild blue wave radiated from the EMP

"Set all shields to full power! Try to protect the shuttles and other ships."

"Shield Burst activated." DC1 reported

Suddenly a huge red light burst out protecting ships from the EMP.

OOC:Err...What?

OOC: Um i tried disabling the Imperium probe.... :P

OOC: Oh yeah, RT are you a human-with-cat-parts of cat-that-looks-human race?

((OOC: It varies. Theres anthros, nekos, humans, and Ctarl, The one on the shuttle is a Ctarl, the acting captain is an anthro.

Ctarl look human save for long pointed ears, similar to the elves in WoW, with tufts of fur on the tips and a short coat of fur across their body that looks like its their skin, catlike eyes and tail.))

OOC: actually i was more fallowing the Eldar arachatype than the Imperium :P ... halofields and what-not... (full classification of this race is more a combination of eldar-attitude, ship design, and halofield tech. and tau technological style... we had might as well put full descriptions on here :)

Name of group:
Imperium (you chose it for me, thats cool.)
Likely amount of Contact:
Have made contact in rare instances, Ctarl and Imperium have had unsteady relations that often ended in ship-to-ship skirmishes. mostley stays in teh background unless they face direct opposition. often do things for no apparent reason... Multiple Sects of teh Imperium maintain somewhat xenophobic attitude. some would rather avoid contact unless nescissary, others would like to see all xeno's exterminated. Dissagreements some times lead to civil outbreaks of violence, but it is extremely rare that another race would witness these (ctarl and imperium have been in 'contact' for a while... they know.)
General attitude:
rather arrogant and xenophobic, only contact other races when absoloutly nescissary to further their own causes. Internal sectification leads to unsteady agreements as another sect could easily damage a negotiating proscess. most act according to teh doctrine of individual fleets and space-worlds, massive starships. few of them call any single planet home.
Description:
Caste based society due to a great deal of internal genetic experimentation. for some reason this system works as every individual is willing to fight for the whole, within their own fleet, or space-world armada.
Tech Level:
hyper light travel, use AI technology combined with human implants to control ships. Use wayfarer caste in order to navigate through the warp. Often mechanical instillations are supplimented by biological components hooked into them. do not so much as use a full cloak as a dispersal field, easy to detect at short range (aka a couple thousand miles) but very difficult to decern the location of a ship at say 300, 000 miles. The Ctarl know that this race has a distinct dislike of sheilds. they make ships far easier to spot against background radiation, not to mention that sheilding technology is heavy enough that any ship equipped can't execute menuvers nearly as quickly. As such the Imperium has never invested in sheild technology, and instead uses a combination of strong hull armor, nano-machines, and pressure suits and halofields in order to maintain their combat prowess. ships specialize in quick menuvers and appearing and dissapearing quickly.

w00t

IC:

Teh probe's halofield blinks out as it is hit by the electro magnetic shockwave surrounding the worldship. sparks shoot from its detection aparatai (aparatuses?) and all exteran lighting fails. it looks like a cylindrical object with a massive dish on one side and several long antenai spiking out from one end.

several moments after the shockwave hits it there is a burst of static from one of its radio recievers. The internal systems were undamaged by the assault of charged electrons, and the centrifuge used to re-enter warp space was undamaged.

after about fifteen seconds of continueing to drift through space there is a shimmer and space folds in on itself for a moment as the probe vanishes back into the warp.

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On teh Bridge of teh Iron pearl Captain Dracius hears a shout from the wayfarer.
"Sir, it's back... its hurt.. appeared on teh far side of the planet, inacurate mapping data perhaps."

the captain nods... "make way, get us within transmition range of the probe so we can upload its logs..."

Dienaih shakes her head... "no, sir all it's external systems have been damaged, we need to physicly recover the probe."

the captain cursed under his breath... "damn, pilot, how fast can we get to it?"

the pilot looked up and him and placed his palms on the controls... "give me five minuts."

the massive (6km long) ship began to move. They could feel the microgravity of acceleration as the sails twisted in space in order to use the tides of teh warp to move the ship in real space. The enormous tan-painted hull swayed as the craft left the orbit of the moon. accelerating quickly, it rounded the nearby gasgiant within a matter of minutes.
"we'll go into low orbit for speed, then grav-lock the probe as we pass by, we'll warp out of the system into deep space about 1.5 lightyears from the other ships, we can recover the probe there incase it was fallowed back."

As the massive Imperator class starship smoothly moved around the edge of the atmosphere of teh gasgiant, calculating its tragectory to put it within just a couple hundred kilometers of the probe. after 4 and a half minutes it had rounded the planet.

"all hands prepare for jump." the loudspeaker rang out with Dracius's voice.

There was a hum, and the ship, and the nearby probe vanished into the immiterium. Dienaih could feel teh infinite possibillities display themselves before her, she could feel teh currents of teh warp pulling at the ship. navigating expertly, she used the charged particles in teh sails to pick up one current and leave another. the ship jostled its way through the malestrome and popped back into realspace, the probe nearby.

"Jump complete sir." Dienaih said quietly...
the captain noded. "good, we need to recover the probe immediately."

Several minutes later, teh probe was onboard and being examined by their best technicians. "it seems to have been hit by a massive electro magnetic pulse sir, all the external systems were damaged. the degausing coil is fried, but that probably saved its internal structre. i think we can get a feed of the pictures."

after a few moments, a picture apepared on the console near the captain. it showed a massive sphere, an extremely large ship that the captain recognized as a world ship immediately. the camera then panned out, it showed the drones that teh ctarl ships had deployed, and a ship whose design was unfamiliar to the captain.
Dracius spat. "Ctarl are here, damn whatever race created their damaged gene pool..." he looked up to the pilot. "why didn't we hear about a world ship getting this far into this sector? i thought we had attatched an escort group to each one in order to keep tabs on it. they're not exactly hard to track..."
Dienaih nodded and seemed to be concentrating. "i've sent teh message already sir, there will be a few scout ships arriving in a nearby system to track the worldship... there shouldn't be any problem with that sir."

Dracius sat down in his chair... "what about the ctarl? we know that they have advanced cloaking systems... we should identify how many are in their fleet. standard ctarl procedure indicates releaseing of drones like that, but where are the ships?" he looked down at teh pilot... "get us 3 sweep ships on those drones. we can shut down their drives as soon as they exit warp... based on what we saw from the camera's on the probe, we should be able to plot the location of the ctarl drones. if we exit warp at the right location, the drones will mask our pressence, and then we can see about scouting for however many of the ctarl ships might be hiding there."

the pilot looked up. "what about the unidentified ship sir?"

the captain sighed... "we need to find out where they came from... we can have them tracked as well... if the sweep ships can find any residual traces from the warp, we might be able to plot where they came from.... make sure all the sweep ships have a wayfarer aboard."

within minutes the hanger bay's had launched 3 small vehicles... each a flat manta-ray looking ship with many antenai and dishes on board. Dienaih felt some what uncomfortable sitting on the command deck, knowing that if the wayfarer, and 3 crewmen didn't come back, SHE would be the one who would have to transmit their last words to the Iron Pearl. She felt comforted knowing that the onboard halofields would make the ships appear no more than a sensor ghost, and that close to drones with such a massive signiture, they would likely not even be noticed at all.

As teh drones circle, a ship appears out of the warp near each one. two of tehm within 100 kilometers of their target drone, the third misses, and arrives almost 6000 Kilometers off course. trying to preserve their stealthy entry into teh area, the ship used only compressed gas to propel them to their target location as their reactor had shut down teh moment they exited the warp. all ships began using passive sensors to scan for holes in teh background radiation that would indicate a cloaked ctarl ship.

Following the frieing of a probe the Royale Transport arrived with it's fighter escort.

"Begin docking sequence, 3...2...1 ,docked."

"Arghhh! Where the hell are those datacores!"

"Found 'em! They were in the cargo hold."

"Freakin give them to me!"

"Anger management...."

OOC: I, uh, hope to wait until everyone lands before startinga combined greeting. Okay with you?

OOC:I'm fine with that, besides on my ship the ambassador's running around trying to find those datacores

((OOC: I'll post art of my ships, their make is actually not Ctarl. But seeing as my nation is made of remnants of the ctarl empire, they usually end up as the officers due to their natural leadership capabilities.))

Part of the Red talons cloaking system was the release of various forms of radiation, to prevent just what the sweeper ships were attempting. The sensor buffer fields essentially absorbed sensor fields that picked up on things that the jammers didn't block. Though they as yet posessed no way to mask their gravitic and ultraviolet signatures.

When the two ships exited warp near the drones, something quite sudden happened. The two probe drones flashed with a brilliant matter-antimatter reaction. Their falesafe systems triggering from the sudden proximity of an unknown gravity field. The two detonations also destroying the third drone. but missed the third sweeper ship. The sudden emission of so much energy more than likely causing the sensor ghost of the third sweeper to be more than masked.

The acting captain aboard the destroyer Flayer snapped. "Tactical. Whats the meaning of this?" The sleek anthro cat spoke. His ear flicking with agitation.

The tactical officer paused a moment. "It seems the drones proximity sensors were triggered by something. Unknown as to what."

The three ships used a few pulses of gravitational force to bring themselves to a stop. Each one began to sweep the area with mechanical eyes keyed to the UV spectrum.

Destroyer (http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2008/022/1/3/Champion_Class_update_by_TheOrangeGuy.jpg)

Frigate (http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs13/i/2007/043/7/3/Expediteure_class_Frigate_by_Jager375.jpg)

((OOC: Each ship is painted flat black with a single set of cromson claw marks along the bow, looking like a cat claw pattern.))

Alert a detonation has occured in the area, Alert
Warned the Robotic voice.

"Scan the area in Infared, any ships should emit a huge heat signal compared to the cold of space."

Just to be sure the area was safe the WorldShip released 4 VP6 Gunships to scan the area.

The kewen shuttle touched down near one of the other alien shuttles wondering if he should leave the shuttle 21D began rehersing what he would say his english being very bad as all kewen since the language has not been spoken in well over two thousand years only being practised fro the heck of it.

The Red Talon ships would show up on the infared spectrum.

The shuttle with Captain Vanaara arrived shortly after the other shuttle.

"Docking in T minues 5...4...3...2...1..." A soft thud tolk them thet they had landed. The small shuttle was only meant for ship to ship or ship to surface flights. Making it a rather small shuttle. Only able to hold a max of 20 people.

"This is Call sign Black to docking control. Confirming arrival of Red Talon Envoy."

Despite the over-eager response of one of the ships to a single probe, the Snake Eater Raptor was hardened against EMP pulses... not immune, just hardened against it, with multiple redundant systems. Thus, despite the loss of the primary flight computer, the other two that were slaved to it took on the duty of making sure the craft did what the pilots wanted it to do.
Approaching with landing and runnings lights ablaze, it touched down gently within the hanger bay, "Control, this is Blaze, we are down on the deck."

There was a hiss as the pneumatic seal was popped, allowing the door to open and for Commander Faris, accompanied by two Marines. Whilst he wore his standard working uniform, they were in combat fatigues, weapons hanging loosely in front of them, "Looks like we're not the first to arrive, Gunny."

"No sir... but we also seem to have brought less military force than anyone else."

"Never mind... we've got the data they requested, and I'm sure bringing our engineers along with us will help foster better relations."

Dienaih looked up from her seat... "2 of the sweepers were destroyed... the drones exploded on proximity, anti-matter explosions. the third arrived off target... the drones must have picked up the ships signiture on exiting the warp, or a local gravitic feild. the third is a little hot, but undamaged."

the captain looked around... "wayfarer, can you give us a live feed on its sensors system?"

dienaih nodded, and the console flashed to life with full contact signitures... there were 2 ships within a hundred thousand miles... the world ship, and the alien vessel. The captain looked over to Dienaih. "wayfarer, have them shut down all ships systems but passives sensors, this includes live support. get them into their exo-suits, and have them power down the ship. i'm sure every body knows somethings there now, but not what. if we can make sure that there is no signiture of any kind from teh ship, they might be ok. Also, get a full spectrum passive sensor location... the flash from the explosion may have highlighted something."

On the Sweep ship the pilot cursed as the wayfarer relayed the information. He didn't like the idea of relying only on his suits climate control, but if the ship had any active signiture at all, it could be detected. teh explosion would only mask them for a short time. Immediately before the system shut down, he applied one more small pressureized gas correction, sending teh ship into what appeared to be an uncontrolled spin so that to any observer it would look like there was not only no active onboard life support system, but also that every one on board had been injured or killed in the antimater detonation. he then began to shut down all systems, he could feel the cabin cool off quickly. putting on the helmate to his power-armor, the internal climate control system kicked in. the wayfarer next to him did so as well. The Statician in the back placed his helmate over his head, and began reading through passive sensor pictures in all spectrums, one by one. the two soldiers in the back already had full-body pressure armor. As the Statician in the back looked through it, the pictures were relayed through their wayfarer to Dianaih, and from her to the Iron Pearl AI system.

The captain watched as pictures flashed across the screen. "go back to files from the explosion... take it at 2 miliseconds after words, do a slow capture on infra-red spectrum, radio, and x-ray... have them overlayed. As the picture slowly moved forwards at 3 frames per second, he spotted it. "there it is... 2 ships, 1 smaller ship and one that rather clearly looks like a destroyer." The movement of the frames coninued and a 3rd ship was highlighted.
"another smaller ship, escorts of some kind i think." said the statician on the bridge.

"hmmm..." The captain thought about it. They may or may not be able to destroy the ctarl ships in a straight up fight... Theirs being a considerably larger and better armed ship than any one of the ctarl. But that would likely be unescissary. it would depend, he looked at Dienaih. "seggestions wayfarer?"

She looked back at him... "we lost two sweeprs, that 10 people. 2 wayfarers, 2 pilots, 2 staticians, and 4 soldiers..." her signs of sadness were clear, she slumped in her chair... "we need to recover that last sweeper ship." The captain nodded. "how long will it take them to get out of the area if they don't power up to jump? if they power up, they would be visable to sensor systems, have to activate their halofeilds but that would take time..."

Dienaih looked back. "several days at their current course and speed sir."

The captain showed no sign of response, he sat in his seat thinking. The power armor he sat in whirring quietly. "we'll think of something, Wayfarer, let me know if their ship is spotted, they could still be hit by an active sensor system on the right wavelength... in the mean time, see if the wayfarer there can trace where that alien vessel came from."

OOC: passive UV scanning would show nothing because it is not emitting any light, and its too far in deep space for light from any other source. the light from the explosion already came and went. ACTIVE scanning may or may not reveal it depending on if you look in the right place... However active scanning will reveal your ships locations to every body here... :P

"I found the datacores!!!"

"Should we get off now?"

"Maybe but where are the biosuits?"

"You don't need them ambassador! Remember you have implants?!"

"They're for the Space Commandos in case the air isn't oxygen."

Captain Gere and the main bridge crew stood waiting on the shuttlebay, fidgeting and conversing nervously with one another. THey were soldiers, not diplomats. This was to be the first contact with alien life forms, and the shi did not have a single diplomatic aide!

"Sir, all of the shuttles have confirmed landing. Shall I give them permission to pop their seals and embark?"

"Yes, chief. Proceed."

After the Chief of the boat had given permission to the shuttles to embark, hatches popped and the various races stepped out of their ships.

The first to come out was the envoy from the Red Talons. They looked vaguely Foxlike, with ears and a tail, but were otherwise Novan. Then came the Snake Eater envoy, with two uniformed soldiers guarding him. The marines instintively raised their weapons in caution, but were waved down by the captain. Then came the envoy from the Giant Ship, looking very harried and being accompanied by equally-annoyed aides. The crew got the shock of their lives as giant black spider cames stalking out of the Kewen shuttles. The marines dropped to one knee, disreguarding orders and aiming their Pulse Rifles. The captain, still shaken, stuck his had out to the Nearest group and announced.
"Welcome to the Tempest. I trust you are well?"

"I guess this is it." whispered one of the Space Commandos.

"I'm scanning that the air is normal oxygen and carbon dioxide."

"So that means we can get out of these biosuits."

"Nah keep em on for protection."

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At the front of the team...

"We are glad to have met a new race. We would be glad to help in any way possible. As a present to your race, I give you these 4 datacores. I trust you have a holographic projector?"

The Ctarl female stepped forward slightly. She had come with no guards. She wore a black and red suit of chitinous overlapping plates of what looked like light body armor. At her hip was a katana. She looked from side to side. Her ears, positioned where a normal humans would be, but much longer. bore small tufts of fur at the ends. a few earrings lined them in various spots. She cocked an eyebrow at the Kewen envoy. Having never seen a spider like race before. She decided to speak up first. "I am Captain Vanaara, A Ctarl Ctarl representing the Red Talons Mercenary republic." Her cat like tail flicked from side to side. "I have brought extensive star maps of the galaxy. I would also like to say that I accept your offer of technology trading."

((OOC: The Ctarl look like humans, save for the ears and tail. they have ears almost exactly like the night elves from WoW

The armor looks like quarter inch plates that overlap along the main portions of the body. Like large scales.))

ooc: first off were blue. second were 1.6m !

IC:

The kewen stepped out from the shuttle to be met with greetings and the aiming of guns

the three guards that came along dropped to a knew and leveled their own guns at the guards(the ones aiming at me) untill 21D told them to stand down the soft almost songlike sound of the kewen with that the guards stopped aiming at anyone in particular
"coming in peace we are, trading we to be" said 21D in plain english looking curiousky towards the cat like creature he noted it looked human but had other features.

Meanwhile in space...

"This is VP6-1 scanners show nothing in regular view, sensors detect nothing, though we can't be sure because our sensors have been a little screwy since we last refueled."

"That's alright, all VP6 gunships report back."

"VP6-1 reporting."
"VP6-2 reporting."
"VP6-3 reporting."
"VP6-4 reporting."

"DC1 has cleared you for landing in hangar bay A34."

"Activate gravitic scanners RC2."
"Activated, scanning for additional ships..."
"No new ships, but then again we only used one sensor array."
"No it's ok we don't need all the sensor arrays."
"End scanning, its not like we're gonna find a warship that we already don't know about..."

"Ah. Excellent. Thank you. Would you care for a drink?"

Servers appeared, bearing platters holding square glasses of a curious blue liquid.

"I trust that you do not have a reaction to Alcohol. I suggest we wait for the Snake Eater envoy to join us before proceeding to the conference room.

She grinned upon hearing the word 'Alcohol'. "Oh no, it does get us drunk in quantity though." She smiled. Taking the offered glass, she smelled it before taking a sip.

21D took a glass and sipped curiously
"no effect" he murmered

The captain stood on the bridge of his ship as teh Iron pearl floated lazily through the empty space... he thought to himself, wondering how long the sweep ship would last out there, he looked at the console and observed the ships on contact. The sweepership was just over a light year away, but through the wayfarer astropaths, he could get a live feed. he sighed and looked up at dienaih. "has our wayfarer out there yet been able to locate the homeworld of the alien vessel?"

Dienaih shook her head indicating no. "There seem to be some odd currents in that direction... It seems that the drive the alien vessel used destablized the warp... typical of new technology."

the wayfarer on the sweep ship could feel the warp. Her mind was one with it, as teh ship drifted across the gap of stars between the massive starships, his mind was elseware. The torrents and swirling currents of the warp were one with him, but he could feel something different. The alien ship had created a shockwave... it seemed that as it was traveling through the warp, its engines only had a 99.999998 percent seperation from real space. The warp was in a rage, and its currents and whirlpools were building in pitch. The Nexus of spasms was impossible for him to see past to the other side. it seemed like the wave from the ship had disspoated when it first arrived and rebounded. The warp was becoming unstable.
"we need to get out of here." said teh wayfarer on the sweep ship.
"what?" asked the pilot.
"storm... i think that the drive of that alien ship could cause a storm... even our own warp technology has been known to have unforseen consiquences... but there is a storm starting i think. in a couple of hourse hyper light travel in a large radius of here may be impossible."
"WHAT?!" asked the pilot.
the statician looked up at him... "were boned is what... Either the Iron Pearl will have to retrieve us, we'll have to power up, or we'll end up stuck here for any where from weeks to years... How difficult is it to navigate wayfarer?"
the wayfarer looked displeased... "right now? i can get us back to the ship... later, a snowballs chance in hell."

Dienaih looked at the captain, concerned... "if they wait too long, they'll be unable to return..."
Dracius didn't reply... "will we be able to outrun the storm?"
"what? theres men out there, theres-"
"will we be able to outrun the storm?"
Dienaih shook her head, "This whole sector could erupt within hours, its impossible to tell... but you know as well as i, that if an area goes up, it all goes up at once."

The captain groaned. "great, alert teh scout party we told to look after teh world-ship... we can't have them here when it happens, they can probably get out it they leave now. whats left to us is teh choice of where to weather the storm... How does the system we just left look?"

The statician on the bridge looked up. "some amounts of water in asteroid form, and a planet with rings and several moons, thats probably a good place to end up... keep in mind that once teh storm hits, our primary drives will be off line, our sales will get shattered, we'll have to use the impulse drives." the captain sighed. "what about the ships near the sweeper ship? probabillity of survival?"
The statician shook his head... "unlikely, considering likely onboard populations, even the ctarl replication machinery needs atomic components... deep space is entirely empty..."
Dracius thought about it, he could let them die, or he could give them a place to go... There was only one or maybe two habitable systems near enough to allow a fleet like that to sustain life, and, although he hated the idea of sharing that system with xeno's he may be able to get a closer look at teh unidentified vessel, and find out if there was any onboard tech worth procuring.

Dracius looked up, he had made a decision. "wayfarer, have the sweep ship power up, everything except hte halo feild... have them broad cast on wide band frequency this information. 'warp storm aproaching, Degree: Heavy Storm, Seggested action, relocate to star system at coordinance Delta Delta 23 Omega 4.' Then have the sweep ship return so we can get to that moon."

Dracius thought to himself, some may not listen, particularly the damned Ctarl, but they would know enough to know that when the imperium does make contact, that they are well to listen. he sighed, it didn't matter one way or the other much to him.

The pilot of the sweep ship looked at teh wayfarer as he relayed the information to him. "spin up? now? they'll see us."
the wayfarer sighed, "thats teh point."
One of the marines looked around... "the captain says so... "
"The captains out of his mind". retorted teh pilot...
"hey i'm not interested in sharing a system with xeno's either, but the captain ordered us, we will do what he said... he's never been wrong before." the statician replied.

"fine" The pilot reactivated the life support system and begun spinning up the Centrifuge and rebooting the reactor, the proscess would take several minutes...
The statician activated the full radio communications system and sent messages in the language of the Ctarl to teh fleet, repeating it several times before allowing his communications system to go dead... he hated the ctarl language.

a small ship would appear on scanners as booting up its drive system, life support, lighting... and central reactor. a Message rings out from it into the depths of space...
"Warp Storm approaching, Magnitude:Heavy Storm, Seggested course of action is relocation to system at Vector Delta 1, Delta 23 Omega 4.
Thats -1, 23, 4. aproximate distance 1.5 lightyears." The message repeats several times and switches off, the small vessel still appears to be power up.

The wayfarer Relayed a message to the crew of the sweep ship... "Careful, we know they have an EMP, so be ready to use teh Halo feild coils to sheild us if need be."

The pilot nodded and continued his work.

OOC: awww is this about those warp tunnel generators?

IC:

"RC1 reporting, scout ships have been scanned around our ship."

"CC1 reporting, picked up incoming message "Warp Storm approaching, Magnitude:Heavy Storm, Seggested course of action is relocation to system at Vector Delta 1, Delta 23 Omega 4.
Thats -1, 23, 4. aproximate distance 1.5 lightyears."
I think this is about the Warp Tunnel Generators. Go ask EC1"

"EC1 reporting, our generator malfunctioned when we were in the tunnel. We should launch an EMP but you should ask FC1 first."

"FC2 reporting, suggested course of action, weaken storm with EMP Class VII"

OOC: ((i dunno about an EMP... it'd move only at the speed of light, and probably cover only a small area, if it stalbizes the warp at all... lets see what we decide happens though xD. i'm talkin bout a warhammer 40k class of warpstorm... how awsome is that? 0.0))

The Pilot of the sweep ship continued watching his control systems as teh ship powered up... he was certain that the other ships in the local armada had recieved teh message. even if it WAS in a dispicable dialect.

The power core was almost through booting up, he looked at his scopes, searching for powered up weapons. He hoped that no one else would take an alternate course of action. Warp stormes get rough, and the entire sector could easily be engulfed in the next couple of hours... far faster than the speed of light.

He smiled as he heard the hum of the centrifuge begining to spin up in order reopen the pathways to the warp so that their wayfarer could navigate them back home.

Dienaih looked out the massive window into deep space. She thought about the damaged probe. it had arrived off course on both trips. as had one of the sweep ships that contained a wayfarer. Warp space was no subtle art, and not easy to predict. but that was three poor jumps in the last couple of hours. A storm was deffenately approaching, and when it hit, warp space would become impassable. She looked up to the captain... "I think, i think that it may get here a little sooner than predicted..."

Dracius looked down at teh Bridge wayfarer... "we wait for teh sweep ship to get back."

Dienaih was glad that she would get to see her fellow wayfarer again, after the other two had died. She relayed the information to him.
On the sweep ship, the wayfarer said to his crew. "The storm may build a little quicker than anticipated, but they're going to wait for us to return."

The pilot smiled, thats why i respected the captain, he thought, because if he could, dracius would bring every man home...

ooc: is this Xeno who disrupted the warp me? p.s warp storms would have little effect with my FTL as i move into a alternate universe call the Hive verse where the hive mind lives/resides.



When the KSS(incorruptible insufferable or something i cant remeber :P) recived the message the kewen were intrigued
they sent a reply

"What is this warp storm" was sent in basic english

((OOC My drives fold space for long range jumps. Dunno if that would do anything or not.))

The acting captain of the Flayer cocked an eyebrow as the coms officer relayed the message, translating it into basic. "Open a channell..." He said, pausing as the com officer hailed the sweeper ship.

"We apologize for the loss of your scout vessels. The drones auto destructed before we knew that anything was there. We thank you for the advice and we will be there shortly."

He said over both audio and visual. His sleek furred body clad in a loose fitting robe. He looked to the coms officer after the channel was shut off. "Send a message to captain Vanaara. Inform her of the situation and request orders."



On the tempest:

Vanaara pressed an earpiece she was wearing, nodding slightly and responding. "I'll direct this vessel to the coordinates if need be. Continue without me, if it gets to bad i'll return directly via the shuttle." she looked to the assembled aliens. "It seems one of our vessels has disturbed the Warp in the area. A storm is building, when it breaks it would be very ill advised to be in this area." She said, downing the rest of the glass.

OOC: It might be me cause warp tunnel generators basically tear a hole in space directly to the destination.

IC:

"Activate Phaser, Impulse, and Anti-matter engines, we can't risk using the generator again. We're gonna have to warp the old way."

ooc: mine tears a hole in this universe to get to the hive verse so... could be me but meh....

OOC:Huh, at least my WorldShip didn't use the long range drive, it would've caused an explosion as the ship left + a massive shockwave and if i arrived i would probably have to put up shields to max to protect from the anti-matter blast of a Mini-Stargate. Still experimental...:rolleyes:

OOC: ((i don't know, decide if a warp storm effects your tech or not... i'm just trying to build a bit of a plot ark... imagine all these races (even the xenophobic one *me*) being forced to share an unhabitable system for a couple months while a warp storm dies down... that could be an interesting rp... take it or leave it. :P))

OOC: Ok but in any case for my civ. WorldShips can be unstable.

IC: "Warping to coordinates." Reported EC1

"Land on the planet surface, immediately begin mining ops we need to replenish the stores, search for water and begin synthesizing food.

OOC ((you may want to begin with identifying planet type... theres some mineral rich moons, but only a few planets... only one of which is not a gas-giant :P))

the sweep ship statician listened to the computer as the inbound message from the Ctarl was delivered through his suits speaker system. "you hear that? they apologized for the destruction of the other two ships... these must be some of the nicer ones..."

teh pilot did not seem enthused. "if we have to share a system, its captains orders, i don't have to be happy about it."

The wayfarer looked down at teh pilot, concentrating, sending the recieved message to the Iron Pearl... "pilot, are we ready for a jump yet?"

The pilot looked a the controls, "Centrifuge spin up will be finished in a few more seconds... countdown to jump commencing...
5...
4...
3..
2..
1-"

There is a shimmer of blue, and a small jump signiture appears for a moment and then dies again as the Sweeper ship makes its way through the building torrent of the warp back to the Iron Pearl.

Dienaih looked up at Dracius "they're coming back, they should appear nearby soon." She was glad that their ship would return intact. she was already conversing happily with the wayfarer on board the sweeper ship via her astropath phychic link.

Dracius looked at the on screen read outs... a small blip appeared several hundred thousand miles away. "thats a bit off course isn't it?" said Dracius.

Dienaih looked up at teh captain. "yes sir, but with the warp storm building, it makes sense, they did pretty well actually. when we warp back to system 15443 i'm going to place us pretty far from the gas giant we were near before so we don't hit it."

The captain shrugged. "your the wayfarer here, not i... Pilot, get move us towards that ship."

The sleek tan hull of the Iron pearl glided through space towards the sweep ship. as it aproached the miniscule vessel, it slowed. and teh vessel slowly lowered itself into one of the docking bays designed for it.

A few tremours could be felt on the bridge as the warp sails that the Iron Pearl used for propultion becan to shear in the growing warpstorm in the paralell reality. The Pilot looked up to Dracius... "we've got to retract the sails soon sir."

Dracius nodded, "but first lets get out of here, jump us to the system wayfarer."

The centrifuge deep within the behometh of a ship hummed and the ship fell into the gale of the warp. the ship was lightly battered as it moved through the immiterium, Dienaih focused, carefully moving the ship between rapids and waves. after a minute or two of this the ship emerged from the warp and alarms started blaring across the bridge.

"DAMNIT!" shouted Dracius... "Pilot, gain altitude, do it now!"

The Iron pearl had emerged in the upper atmosphere of the gas giant. as the ship began to steeply climb, the alarms slowly shut down. a few more tremours shook teh hull from teh warp sails.

"Pilot, can we retract the sails?"
Teh pilot shook his head... "we need them to over come the gravity, just a couple more seconds and we should be in low orbit, we can move to the moon from there."

Dracius nodded. "get us out of here."

The ship drifted up from teh atmosphere of the gas giant and backinto low orbit, then the blue highlingting around teh claw-like sailes vanished as they moved entirely into real-space. the two Impulse thrusters at the back of the ship lit up and it began to accelerate again, but at a belayed pace.

"it'll be about fifteen minutes before we can get into orbit of that moon..." said the pilot.

"fine" said Dracius shortly... he hated using impulse drives. he would move his ship into position and wait for the whatever members of the amrada decided to fallow.
he thought for a moment "Deploy 3 Fighter wings, have them scan the area for incoming ships... make sure they power down their weapons systems... we gave them the location of the system, but they could end up any where here, theres 3 worlds after all... "

21 small ships disgorged themselves from the main hull and flew off in all direction, taking up key points and checking any blind spots of the Iron Pearl... 14 of them headed deeper into the system while 5 flew out for sun-centered orbits... One of the wing commanders sent a messagethrough the transmition system "if they show up nearby what should we do?"

Dracius replied "let them know that we are in orbit around the 3rd gas giant... and if they want personal repressentation they should come here."
The captain looked down at the pilot... "drop an expedition ship on the moon, see if we can't get a water filtration system of some kind started... we could be here a while..."

Dienaih disengaged herself from the bridge as her expertise was no longer nescissary, and went to greet the wayfarer from the surviving sweep ship in person.

OOC: ((yay for unstable technology!!

"Plasma weapons... because the pain is worth it!" ))

The three Red Talon ships moved into position, hailing the Tempest Dropping their cloaking screens. The two frigates and the destroyer showing up on sensors for the first time.

"Do you require any assistance? If you need we can tow you along with us."

Commander Faris, onboard the Tempest, motioned to his guards to lower their weapons... they weren't here to fight, they were to meet, greet, and aid those who were in need of it. One of the marines pressed against his ear, the translucent prescence of a ear-phone connected to a small, black box placed on the upper back. He nodded, then said, "Sir, Vigilant reports that a warp storm has been detected approaching this system. At the very least, it's a category five."

"Alright, inform them that we'll wrap up here ASAP, and then return. Make sure they are ready to jump as soon as we land, alright?"

"Sir."

The Marine took a hand off his weapon, reaching for a pressel switch mounted on his front. Muttering into a microphone on his lapel, he relayed the orders whilst Faris, deciding it was time to make an introduction, approached the man who appeared to be the primary host, extending his hand in greeting, "I am Commander Faris, of the Snake Eater vessel Vigilant."

-----Aboard the Vigilant-----
"Sir! New DRADIS signals reported... three vessels just appeared off our starboard bow."

"Keep the drive spun up, I want to be out of here in a second if they start shooting. Keep the shields offline for the moment, but weapons primed... too many people, and some itchy trigger fingers, can have bad consequences. Don't fire unless we're fired upon."

OOC: I landed on a moon, i plan to suck it dry then absorb it into my ship is possible :) That's what we do.

IC:

"Deploying Deep Core Maser Drill"

"EC1 reporting, the DCMD is currently picking up huge amounts of iron and iridium, this huge amount of iridium is very unusual for a moon."

"Very well, begin smelting of iridium and iron to form armor for our ship, we could build a new WorldShip, we would just need more people."

"We're going to ride out this storm, we might have to share this moon with Xenos so be prepared."

((OOC: My ships signatures have been here. The drones act as decoy's. so when my drones went up it would have looked lik emy ships exploded for no reason. only to reappear on a different place.))

OOC: hey man... i'm cool with consuming small planets and moons for their resources... but your ship is only 8 miles wide (as of page one) if its larger, you may want to let us know... consuming a planet... maybe you forgot like 3 zero's after the 8? just asking. because unless you have like collapsable dimention technology an 8 mile wide sphere cannot consume even a large asteroid. but if you have dimention contraction tech, why have an 8 mile wide ship in teh first place? my own ship is 3 miles long... i'm just in orbit round the gas giant :P

just pointing out a logical problem... so let me know how big it is?

... then again an 8000 mile wide ship wouldn't really... 'land' ...


IC: Dienaih shouted as her head throbbed, her vision went read for a moment, as did the wafarer she was conversing with. "i think the world ship just jumped in..." she said to the AI. "let the captain know."

Dracius was on the bridge when a message popped up on his console. "world ship just jumped in." Dracius nodded and looked over to the statician "world ship inbound. have wing 3 locate it... it shouldn't be hard to spot. theres no way to desguise a gravinametric reading that large."

The statician nodded and began speaking into his earpiece.

2 hours after the World ship landed on one of the inner moons, they spot a small ship on sensors rounding the moon in orbit, it appears to have a similar core to teh small sweeper ship spotted earlier. a quick message bursts from teh ship before it turns and full-burns its propultion engines to re-enter solar orbit in order to return to the Iron Pearl.
"Worldship, If your captain would like an audience, he is encouraged to seek the Imperium Reprassentative in orbit around the 3rd moon of this planet... please refrane from consuming more than one or two moons, or planetoids around the this planet as it we are using some for the duration of our stay." the words a little broken as though whomever is speaking through the com. doesn't spend much time speaking the language.

As the small ship thrusts away the communcation dies.

ooc:Mine!

after communicating with 25D on the human vessel the KSS insufferable would meet them in the system. The kewen ship phased into Hive space moments later appearing in the system in orbit of the moon. anyone who was activly scanning would detect a very high amout of radiation and gravimetirc distortions but only for a second as te hole closed behind the kewen vessel

"Ship leader i have detect a few alien ships but this moon seems to have nooone near it i think thats thw worldship"said a drone pointing to the moon and gas giant.

the insufferables fighter bays opened and about 80 fighters shot out speeding off
"All fihter secrue surrounding space and make sure nothing surprises us"
when all fighters had confiremed their orders the kewen slowly began a landing squence.

OOC: I meant consume by sucking the moon dry with the DCMD, you know mining it dry. and maybe explode parts of the moon to replenish some of my habitats. And yes a WorldShip is 8 miles in diameter, so go calculate the area we would take up a lot of space on any moon or asteriod.


IC:

"EC2 reporting, DCMD is halfway to the core of the planet. Scanners show the core is hollow, perfect for a WorldShip, but unfortunately this moon is abnormally large."

"MC1 reporting, we have absorbed 40% of all usable materials."

"RMC1 reporting, we have created 50 tons of Synth food. So far we have found no water but we can create some, the moon rocks here are rich in Hydrogen and Oxygen and Helium."

"DC1 reporting we have received a message, patching to your HUD now."Worldship, If your captain would like an audience, he is encouraged to seek the Imperium Reprassentative in orbit around the 3rd moon of this planet... please refrane from consuming more than one or two moons, or planetoids around the this planet as it we are using some for the duration of our stay."


"Send them a message. "This is Admiral Karix, We think it would be best to not initiate contact at this time. I would be glad to host a conference to anybody who wants to talk at a later time.

The first part was sen especially to the Imperium, the last part was a general message.

As the Kewen space materialized a few beeps went off and the command console lit up with a gravinametric distortion on the far side of the gas giant... The captain looked up to his statician. "do we hav eany fighters in visual range of that ship?"

"2 sir" came the reply...

"good, give us a live feed to what they're seeing." Teh telescopic lenses on the fighter in vertical orbit aobut the gas giant focused in on the ship. it appeared to have materialized near one of the moons, and matched the profile of a ship observed earlier...

"They're launching all wings sir!" came a response from the pilot who was looking at teh same readout.

"i see that" gritted the captain. "Statician, activate halo feilds and power up weapons systems. I don't like it when some one jumps into orbit of my planet and starts launching fighters... maintain current position."

To any observing the Iron pearl would become a sensor ghost, even visually it appears only partially caporeal, and never in teh same place twice. it seems to exist in any area wihtin 3,000 miles of its actual location. "have the fighters power down except for the one thats looking at it, have them hail the incoming ship."

The fighter over the north pole of the planet sends out a message to the new kewen vessel saying. "Do not engage fighters, continuing to launch that many warcraft will be seen as an act of agression and may lead to severly damaging consiquences. we are open to a greeting, and you may send an envoy to the 3rd moon of this planet. however if you do not dock at least three quarters of the attack craft you have launched, such negotiations will likely not proceed peacefully... we wait for your reply."

The fighter then powered down to passive sensors alone, allowing its minimally reflective skin to conceal it as they waited for a wide beam transmition from teh kewen ship.

OOC: I'm gonna wait for the thread maker person to post before i reply again. Seeing as i'm offering to tow his ship through hyperspace.

ooc: all my fighters are buzzing around the moon i landed on.. and ikm not in orbit of your plant im in orbit of MY moon :P

When the insufferable recived the message a reply was hastily sent
"they are not warcraft. this is not a warvessel. we are prospecting." was sent in three short bursts, the Insufferable toucnhed down in a relativly nice sized crater with a 1k diameter approximately

about 4 small two man vehicles were lowered out of the hanger bay and onto the moons surface carrying large plates they were going to dome up the crater and make it airtight the time till completion was estimated at 9 hours and about 24 trips too and from the ship to complete the dome

as the first sheet was slammed and bolted to the crater the first 15 fighters that were launched came back around to dcok having completed their survey with the knowlege that this moon had enough materials to last the kewen about one hundred or more years the crew relaxed somewhat

OOC: i specified that your moon was opposite mine...

Dracius was on board and heard the rendition in the species garbled native language... he thought for a few moments before restablishing comunications with teh fighter in question...

The Kewen recieve a reply to their messaging sytem.. "After re-examination of your craft it has become noted that only some of htem posess offensive capabillities. provided that no more than 20 assault craft leave geosyncratic orbit of the moon you are currently stationing yourselves on we will engage in no hostile action against you...

You are encouraged to send an envoy to the ship in orbit around the 3rd moon from this planet. "

The fighter powers back up, and whenever it passes over the the horizon to the south another is passing over towards you to the north. it is clear that your activity will not go unwatched.

OOC: This is confusing, could somebody specify who's moon is who's?

ooc: better yet someone hop on paint make a quick map and label where people are... then

OOC: Why isn't Oily Prata posting?

"MC1 reporting, mining ops 60% complete. We have reached the core and are breaking through now..."

*Static*

"MC1 do you copy?!"

"It's no use sir the mining tunnel to the core collapsed. But we managed to save some holo-vid of the core..."

Start of Holo-vid

Drill breaking through rock... The drill breaks through. "What the..." "Arghhhh! My leg! It's gone! The vid switches to a different angle... And suddenly a huge 4 legged monster (http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/11903Black.jpg) appears on screen right in front of the mining shaft...
"God save......Ahhhhhh!"

End of Holo-vid...

ooc: Oily piratea yarr where are yarr ya slipery thing.

OOC: Maybe he's working on that map?

*BUMP* goes the weasel

*slapples the pirate with a oily fish*

((i got one, just having trouble uploading it since yesterday... srry..))

OOC: Sorry, sorry. Busy week.
Yeah, thanks RT. I would like to be towed.

ooc ZOMG it speaks!

ooc: oily if you want and if you have MSN can you telegram me your MSN address coz i wish to speak with you Realtime.

OOC: man this is turning into an OOC spamfest, some body post something IC!

IC:

"Admiral, the mining rig is being pulled into the ground! We need to evac the area immediately."

"Agreed send the VP6 gunships to transport the miners back here."

A small kewen transport launched from within the half finshed dome and headed to the thrid planet specifeid they were going to figure out whats going on.

The Destroyer Flayer deployed grappling cables from its aft end. The cables latching onto the front of the Tempest as the destroyers gravitic coils spun up to move the larger ship. The fold warp opening in front of the ships and they jumped in.

The three Red Talon ships dropped out of warp in the designated location. Moving to an empty moon they extended the gravitic field of the destroyer to cushion the Tempest as they made landing. The ships, not posessing any type of habitat construction capabilities. Simply fired grappling cables into the ground around them to hold fast.

OOC: Anybody gonna react to my monster?

IC:

"Admiral, we have the beast under control in the cave, but it could break through our defenses any moment. All of the miners have made it back safely but a few have gone mad. Best we can do for now is to wait and see if we can obtain any foreign help."

"Agreed, send a message to all craft in the area."

To all races in the area.
We are in need of help to dispose of a unpleasant surprise.
Our mining crews have discovered an ancient beast called a "Dragon"
We need help in either disposing or capturing it.

Responding to the cry of help the kewen said
"we wish to help, sending you some info on what we would send if you accept our help"
<data package sent>
--dadfile/HSH\ASM/decod9123.10--
ACM data ---
Archichoma (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Tatikoma_B2.jpg)
a light one manned attack and reconassence vehile has two modes a legged walking one and a wheeled one for speed while in the "tracked" or "wheeled" mode the ACM can reached speeds up to <classified level 6 - access requierd> mph. armed with two <classified level 6 - access requierd> and a single <classified level 6 - access requierd> highly manuverable and can walk on walls with its <classified level 6 - access requierd> cover feet.
HSH data---
The Huntstank is basically a ACM but enlarged given more powerful weaponry stronger armour and a <classified level 6 - access requierd> powered <classified level 6 - access requierd> it is the kewens answers to tanks and other forms of heavy armour. able to reach speeds of <classified level 6 - access requierd> in wheeled mode and cannot walk on walls but very high slopes albit slowly.

--datafile transmission end--

OOC: Yes, I have MSN, but not the time to use it.

"Send the Kewen a message."

We accept your offer of help.
Our technician s have regained some information concerning the "Dragon" According to Old Earth myths the dragon was able to
launch a jet of fire from it's mouth. A mining rig has already been destroyed.
The beast MUST be destroyed. We would be glad to give you 25% of our ore after we finish mining (assuming you destroy the dragon).

A small shuttle was launched on bored were 2 HSH and 3 ACM along with 10 kewen troopers armed with heavy wepons for support heading for the mine with the beast.

--- ooc: im assuming you ahve no problems if i land?

the shuttle landed on the outskirts of the mine the ACM's driving ahead first scanning and making sure nothing alive or "dragony" was their followed by the HSH's and troopers in vac suits.

OOC: No problem. And the mine is pretty deep.

IC:

"Attention Kewen soldiers, We are going to send in our own scout team to aid in guiding you to the dragon. Good luck, you'll need it..."

6 Stormguard-class troops got on their Zero-Grav scout bikes (http://www.anarchy-online.com/anarchy/frontend/files/CONTENT/download/media/conceptart/hoverbike_b_default.JPG) and set out for the mine.

The Kewen detachment set up outside the mine waiting for the guides the glow of the HSH reactors brightening as the weapons powered up and more power was needed this was going to provide any lighting... the kewen soilders checked their weapons 4 rockets and 6 heavy machine guns were brought along.. locked and loaded they waited

The 6 scouts arrived to find what looked like a military encampment.
The lead scout turned on a translator to make communication easier.

"We have holo-maps we can upload to you, also we'll be bringing in our bikes to use their UV and Infra-red lights. We descend in 2 hours. Be sure to have your lights on, it's a 60 mile descent, we'll take 3 4ths of the descent in a grav elevator, the rest is on foot."

The destroyer and the two frigates of the Red Talons simply sat with the Tempest. A text message was sent to the Zoilis ships. "We regretfully cannot assist at this time. We are concentrating our efforts on repairing and improving the drives of the Tempest."

Indeed, at that moment a shuttle with a small engineering team was skirting across the surface of the moon towords the tempest.

OOc: sorry, i hadn't managed to log in... server problems or some such... i've got no idea.

heres that map/pic i promised...
3 planets, 2 gas giants, 1 rocky planet. the highest, furthest right, moon is teh one my ship is in orbit aorund...


http://a352.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/22/l_a9ece93fac4cd1e3c18e89be7cc2e1af.jpg


IC:
Dracius looked at the console again... his scouts were sweeping teh area when one of them relayed a message... "sir, it seems teh members of teh world ship have stirred up a life form."

Dracius cursed... "definition required..."

"Large life form, several of the world-ships mining arrays have been destroyed... they are requesting aid."

Dracius rolled his eyes. "and thats why i don't like to deal with xeno's... ignore the message sir, if teh entity they awakened is capable of space flight we may have a problem... keep us informed. you are releived of your shift in 4 hours."

He turned his head back to his statician... "conclusions?"
the statician shook his head... "none sir, there is insufficiant information... if any such being appears on our scanners i'll let you know."

Dracius nodded... "how long since the warp becomes impassable?" he looked at Dienaih who had resurfaced on the bridge...

She looked around, she could feel the warp raging parallel to where she stood... "it's almost to the point of a full storm sir... no transport or comunication will be possible in less than a half hour... we should probably drop into teh comunication shadow created by the moon... low orbit."

The captain nodded... Once the warp storm was a full tempest, there was little to do but wait. he nodded to the captain.. "drop to a low orbit, deploy 2 transport shuttles to teh ground in order to procure water from teh ice caps, and 2 more ships to look for possibillity of a habitable set up in one of the craters... we could be here for some time."

The massive starship, the Iron Pearl slowly shifted as its impulse drives came online and slowed the ship. it resumed its characteristic sideways-spin in order to reduce power consumption and make it a more difficult target...

As the ship decended towards the moon, 4 ships deployed from teh hull, all small transports, cylindrical ships. as two made for opposite poles of teh moon, the otehr two moved straight down towards teh surface...

The captain sat in his chair thinking... "Wayfarer, any new activity?"
Dienaih nodded... "i think the ctarl ships just jumped in, towing the alien vessel. they're in orbit around the other gas-giant."

Dracius nodded... "that must have been one hell of a ride for them... pilot, send 4 scout ships to maintain contact with them... it'll take them a few hours to get all the way to the other planet any way."

ooc: Zilos im skipping ahead 2 hours now :P

IC:
The kewen detachment moved into the mines with the maps help the ACM's were already zipping ahead to find this "dragon" using in built cabels the scaled down the elevator and landed with a thud on the floor deplying glats(flastlight sticks) on the floor to help invisibility the area was soon lit with a greenish blue light.

The kewen detachment waited by the aformention elevator for the others before decending their weapons emitting a light green glow.

OOC: Sorry, I been sick...And the elevator can fit everybody in plus my 6 zero grav bikes

IC:

The scout troops descended behind the kewen and made their way to the elevator control panel.
The lead trooper took out an ID card and swiped the control panel.

"Alright everybody in the elevator, including the bikes."

ooc: np >.> <.< im just saying the lifts going down now.

IC:


The small kewen detachment, decended deeper into the mines the troopers powered up their guns a quiet humming filled the elevator as it decended light greenish light eminated from the guns as they were powered up reflecting on thier arachniod faces..

---

Back at the ship the dome had been complete what had been a crater was now a small domed city small mining teams were being assigned and the crater was deepened and widened in their serch for raw materials the clumps of excavated dirt were throw into the PDA's striping what little value in matter they had.

A green glow accompanied the elevator down as it made it's way to the last floor.

"....help....please...."

"Hey Captain hear that? I think there's a survivor down there."
"Probably, but I don't know if we can med-evac him. So somebody's gonna have to stay with him or her."
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The elevator reached the bottom and the force-doors opened with a hiss...

"Alright men, turn on your lights."

All 6 scouts pressed a contact on their scout bikes and white light filled the cavern they were standing in.

"Holy ****!"

Piled in the middle of the room were 10 dead bodies...

The pilot of a Talon Scout 0042 listened to music as his ship drifted thorugh space. 'have to make contact with the ctarl' he hated the idea, never enjoyed xeno's... but why should he? the lights on the control panel came to life as he finally made approach to the other gas giant in the system... even at .2c acceleration, it had taken him almost two hours (his time) while just over two hours had passed for his crewmembers. He deftly swung the ship around and began a deceleration burn... he several g's of weight as teh ship slowed (it would be more, without intertial dampeners, he would be a pancake)... his wingman, almost 200 miles away, did teh same.

As They entered orbit around the gas giant, several minutes later, they began scanning for the Ctarl ships.

"you have a beed on them?" he said to the other pilot, impatient to have this done with...

"no" crackled the response...

Some curosry sweeps did reveal that the Ctarl ships had indeed jumped in... near the 2nd moon.
The two ships did quick spin and burn menuvers, circling the first moon and slingshotting themselves towards the second. then decelerating quickly and entering orbit...

after some more scanning, the Ctarl ships were revealed... The pilot angled his ship for optimum angle, and initiated communications.

"This is Talon Scout 0042, initiating talks between teh Ctarl and Imperium... Please maintain all activity within a distance equal to a geosyncratic orbit of the moon, lest we fear aggressive action. you are encouraged to send an envoy to the 3rd moon of the 2nd gas giant from the sun of this system. if you so feel the need."

the two scouts orbited the moon slowly and waited for the reply... the pilot turned the music back on and leaned back in his seat, hoping the warp storm wouldn't last too long.

The scout team made it's way through the cavern, exploring every bit of the makeshift room for clues as to why the slaughter happened when the beast was supposed to be contained behind a force-door.

"Captain! Found something, looks like a scale from the dragon!"
"Oh my god...."

A massive dragon suddenly flew out of the tunnel leading to the mine.

The kewen detachment supperd into action when they saw the dragon the infantry firred of blasts as they chased it down guns set to stun of course

the HSH stomped along the floor after it at a quick pace surprising for something of its size large balls of energy begin to glow at its guns a small barrge of deadly green energy seered through the mine towards the dragon the kewen hot on its tail the ACM's running around the mine to cut it off.

"Oh crap this is it men! SG-3 and 4 get the RPG setup now!"

3 and 4 ran towards a speeder and opened the back storage compartment. They got out the RPG pod and the ammo and ran back towards the team. The RPG was setup and set to fire.

"On my command...3...2...1...FIRE!"

The RPG cut through the air and nailed the dragon on the shoulder.
But this only aggravated the monster and it opened it's mouth in preparation to fry both teams.
--------------------
seconds later....

A torrent of flame spew out of the dragon's mouth and was directed at the Kewen ground troops and the 6 Scouts.

"SG-3! SG-3!" It was no use the team commander could see the charred remains just behind the now melted RPG.

4 out of the ten men managed to five out the way the others were roasted not accoustom to being hunted is so long all pretence abandoned guns were set to kill lancers of dealdy peirce green energy flashed from a vairity of muzzles directly at the Dragon while the previously discharged shots hit it, the ACM's rounded a courner and locked on firing as well.

The mine was soon filled with a green flash as one of the HSH fired its main cannon at the dragon.

"Damnit! Alright men get the scout bikes and aim the blasters at the dragon's eyes."

The now 5 man team positioned their speeders so that when the dragon turned the bikes could fire straight at the eyes.

"Hey you piece of sh*t look here!!!"

The Dragon turned as a flare and the shot from the Kewen hit it.
It looked confused as to which one to attack...
But in a couple of seconds it made the decision to not attack the HSH.

"Oh crap now its headed for us!"

"FIRE!"

Laser fire went everywhere in a space of 2 seconds.
The lasers were for the most part aimed at the eyes but some flew off and hit stalactites on the ceiling.

The captain of the destroyer responded. "Rodger that Imperium, we'll send a shuttle over momentarily." The shuttle in the bay of the destroyer was being prepped for launch at that moment.

OOC: Sorry for the short reply, sittin down to dinner an a movie with my mate.

OOC: The heck!? Nobody cares about this topic anymore?