The Fedral Union
10-09-2008, 10:49
September 10the 2808, orbit over Belle Terre ..
Twelve ships rumbled over a crisp blue world, once belonging to an enemy of the union long ago, now jointly ruled by the Federation and their chronosian allies. These twelve ships maneuvered slowly out of planetary orbit, their engines glowing bright white, streams of particles moving behind them as they moved forward shimmering In the light of the star system. Federation Naval command had ordered the Belle Terre expeditionary group to head up a new spear head colonization campaign in the former hot spot out side the galaxy. The lead ship of the class, was the newly commissioned Aries class UTS Ranger CCSH-04. Commander William Hague stood on the large sleek well lit bridge looking out side of various holo ports in to the dark void of space. His hands folded behind him as he started to pace around, passing the ships tactical avatar while doing so. He observed many officers attending their duties immersed in holographic stations walking about with bots by their sides.
His XO was a young L.T commander by the name of Roger Jackson , he was just promoted to this rank from the UTS Gearing several months ago, he stood over an officer observing her work inside of her immersve environment, he raised an eyebrow suddenly being taken aback by his commander wandering passed him from behind. He looked back and said with a stiff jump to attention.
“Commander”
Hague just smiled his pale yet slightly wrinkled face turning to face the younger XO, he stood tall and slender his blue uniform well pressed and ironed much like his younger counter part in front of him, he said with an easy soft tone.
“At ease L.T don't strain a muscle” a grin cracked over his face, as the XO relaxed adjusting him self.
The commander said as he turned away to face another port looking back at multiple colony ships sifting in from FTL. “Get the crew and Fleet ready to move make sure every thing is secure”
The younger commander responded quickly with a salute “yes sir” Hague turned away walking towards his ready room, passed the various integrated combat sensor platform consoles, through several avatar control points. He made his way through the sleek interior of the ship and bridge two doors shimmered open like nothing was there, he walked in to this grand office (by military standards). Looking around he smiled at the various decorations, the light blues, purples and smooth chrome Grey, he peered out passed the golden curtains adorning his holographic window , he peered out in to space, the vast numbers of stars immense and overwhelming.
The fleet began to move, he looked out of the port as stars began to move quicker and quicker until they started to become distorted in a wight flash of arcing energy that ran across the port immersing it in white light , then just blue and lighting like arcs of energy across a distorted tunnel like wall, they were in star shift drive. Their Destination was clear, uninhabited parts of the former water helper cluster. Their distortions could be seen by FTL sensors far and wide for a split second as they tunned through another universe, then back in to this one. The colony ships being escorted were behemoths of metal and resources, several of them could build entire cities with services and luxuries of a standard Terran world.
A single system a bit away from the borders of several currently inactive cluster nations. Or so it seemed how they would react know one would know..
Several hours passed, space and time ripped open inside of what is to be named New Terra as an homage to the lost home world of Terran prime. The twelve ships ripped through arcing vortexes of light followed by massive rough hulled metal behemoths with engines pushing them forward. Several blinking objects were launched from all ships at high speed with a swoosh heard in the commanders room on the UTS ranger. These were marker beacons, to claim the system as Terran. From there things could begin to take shape.
On the colony ship SS- Penguin several people stood around some equipment, that seemed to be meant for drilling they were all conversing as their ship came to a slow several million KM from the jewel of a world they were supposed to inhabit.
“What the hell is wrong with these drilling beams, they seem to be malfunctioning, we've tested them out on some solid boruim a few days ago and they worked fine.”
Another younger man responded “I dont know, these things fail all the time, who knows whats going to happen next.. this is all a bunch of bull..”
the older responded as he lit up a cigar, flames pouring from an old engraved silver lighter over a long brown cigar, cinders lighting up the edge and smoke billowing..
“well” as he said with a deepened voice .. “all I care about is my plot o land on this planet, and money, now I reckon we'll have to replace this mining equipment, hopefully the guys over on the the ice queen will let us use theirs if these things cease to work” they all dispersed as they had duties to attend to obviously they quickly rushed to various corridors and offices..
Twelve ships rumbled over a crisp blue world, once belonging to an enemy of the union long ago, now jointly ruled by the Federation and their chronosian allies. These twelve ships maneuvered slowly out of planetary orbit, their engines glowing bright white, streams of particles moving behind them as they moved forward shimmering In the light of the star system. Federation Naval command had ordered the Belle Terre expeditionary group to head up a new spear head colonization campaign in the former hot spot out side the galaxy. The lead ship of the class, was the newly commissioned Aries class UTS Ranger CCSH-04. Commander William Hague stood on the large sleek well lit bridge looking out side of various holo ports in to the dark void of space. His hands folded behind him as he started to pace around, passing the ships tactical avatar while doing so. He observed many officers attending their duties immersed in holographic stations walking about with bots by their sides.
His XO was a young L.T commander by the name of Roger Jackson , he was just promoted to this rank from the UTS Gearing several months ago, he stood over an officer observing her work inside of her immersve environment, he raised an eyebrow suddenly being taken aback by his commander wandering passed him from behind. He looked back and said with a stiff jump to attention.
“Commander”
Hague just smiled his pale yet slightly wrinkled face turning to face the younger XO, he stood tall and slender his blue uniform well pressed and ironed much like his younger counter part in front of him, he said with an easy soft tone.
“At ease L.T don't strain a muscle” a grin cracked over his face, as the XO relaxed adjusting him self.
The commander said as he turned away to face another port looking back at multiple colony ships sifting in from FTL. “Get the crew and Fleet ready to move make sure every thing is secure”
The younger commander responded quickly with a salute “yes sir” Hague turned away walking towards his ready room, passed the various integrated combat sensor platform consoles, through several avatar control points. He made his way through the sleek interior of the ship and bridge two doors shimmered open like nothing was there, he walked in to this grand office (by military standards). Looking around he smiled at the various decorations, the light blues, purples and smooth chrome Grey, he peered out passed the golden curtains adorning his holographic window , he peered out in to space, the vast numbers of stars immense and overwhelming.
The fleet began to move, he looked out of the port as stars began to move quicker and quicker until they started to become distorted in a wight flash of arcing energy that ran across the port immersing it in white light , then just blue and lighting like arcs of energy across a distorted tunnel like wall, they were in star shift drive. Their Destination was clear, uninhabited parts of the former water helper cluster. Their distortions could be seen by FTL sensors far and wide for a split second as they tunned through another universe, then back in to this one. The colony ships being escorted were behemoths of metal and resources, several of them could build entire cities with services and luxuries of a standard Terran world.
A single system a bit away from the borders of several currently inactive cluster nations. Or so it seemed how they would react know one would know..
Several hours passed, space and time ripped open inside of what is to be named New Terra as an homage to the lost home world of Terran prime. The twelve ships ripped through arcing vortexes of light followed by massive rough hulled metal behemoths with engines pushing them forward. Several blinking objects were launched from all ships at high speed with a swoosh heard in the commanders room on the UTS ranger. These were marker beacons, to claim the system as Terran. From there things could begin to take shape.
On the colony ship SS- Penguin several people stood around some equipment, that seemed to be meant for drilling they were all conversing as their ship came to a slow several million KM from the jewel of a world they were supposed to inhabit.
“What the hell is wrong with these drilling beams, they seem to be malfunctioning, we've tested them out on some solid boruim a few days ago and they worked fine.”
Another younger man responded “I dont know, these things fail all the time, who knows whats going to happen next.. this is all a bunch of bull..”
the older responded as he lit up a cigar, flames pouring from an old engraved silver lighter over a long brown cigar, cinders lighting up the edge and smoke billowing..
“well” as he said with a deepened voice .. “all I care about is my plot o land on this planet, and money, now I reckon we'll have to replace this mining equipment, hopefully the guys over on the the ice queen will let us use theirs if these things cease to work” they all dispersed as they had duties to attend to obviously they quickly rushed to various corridors and offices..