NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Decided to take my nation in a new direction, so any information you may have about Taledonia is now moot.)

IC:

"Sir!"

The Captain lifted his hand to his forehead as well, ending the stiff salute of the officer standing in the doorway. With sure steps, the man approached the large dark wood desk of his superior officer, who sat reclining in a high-backed leather arm chair with prominent padding. "We've arrived in system, Sir. Two hours till port at current velocity, Commander Harris requests you upon the bridge, Sir."

"Right, is that all, Left-Tenant?"

The captain stood and smoothed a few wrinkles from his tan shirt, the dark green buttons done up to the color which was adjusted stiffly around his neck. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled to the elbow. "Yes, Sir."

Tapping out the last remnants of his tobacco pipe, the Captain moved towards the door, followed by his inferior. His cabin was just off the bridge on the right side, and the transition from room to room was always of large contrast. The cabin being dressed and furnished in the manner of a proper study in a major military facility; light wood paneling covered the walls, blue carpeting, a large star map hung on the far wall above the king sized bed with large comfortable quilts, and many other distinguished objects such as bookshelves and a rather immaculate hand-crafted globe of Taledonia.

The bridge, on the other hand, was a portrait of modern technology. It was a circular room with a large holographic map in the center, surrounded by computer terminals and the crewmen who worked them. On the walls of the room were terminals as well, with their own compliments of crewmen to man them, but the focal point of the room was the platform that rose just behind the star map, where the captain's chair sat in the middle flanked by two others.

"Captain on the bridge!"

The crew went stiff and turned to face the Captain at attention. "As you were, gentlemen." Moving to the ramp that led to the platform, his chief officers saluted upon his arrival before resuming their seats after he had taken his. "Mr. Harris, I trust our arrival has been broadcast to space dock?"

"Yes, Captain. They've granted us permission to dock and board."

"Very well, carry on, Mr...." the bridge shook violently and the klaxons blared the signal that they were under attack, the star map before them now displaying new contacts to the rear of the vessel.

"Shields up, arm weapons. Status report, Mr. Hork."

A middle-aged man in officer regalia turned to stare up at the Captain from his console around the hologram. "Three vessels have de-cloaked behind us. Unknown makes on all three, but frigate-class in size. Broadcasting pirate frequency, Sir."

"Bring us around!"

"Negative, Captain, they've disabled our engines" came the report of another crewman.

"Contact space dock and request assistance."

"We are the only friendly starship in the system at the moment, Captain. Space dock is empty. Scanning nearby systems for assistance."

The Captain cursed and stood from his chair. "Curse these backwater colonies! Ensign, send out a general distress broadcast requesting assistance."

The Lycus (http://z13.invisionfree.com/Chazakain_Storefront/index.php?showtopic=30) orbited the wormhole in the Ino, having began standard exploration procedures several hours before, most of the crew had slipped back into the ships hibernation pods preparing for the journey back home as their 3 year mission of exploration had slowly winded down.
"Well sir, probe Alpha 12 has reported back, enough of real importance just dust and a small red dwarf."
"Very well Pxero you are relived, now get ready for the journey back."
"Aye aye sir!, its been to long since I've seen Hera."
"Indeed it has been Pxero, now off with you, I'll punch in the final commands and be off."
Sighing the captain watched as the young Pxero walked off, Has it really been 3 year thought the captain as he began the wormhole activation sequence, 1-0-1-. suddenly the captain noticed a nearby blinking consul. Commutations?
The captain quickly reviewed the load out, general distress beacon had been activated in a nearby system, the ship had lost its engines.
"HAL, look onto that distress beacon's location, we're taking a detour..."

The exit of the system wormhole quickly splashed open as the Lycus exited...
Transmission, to beacon ship
"Do you require help sentient?"

"New contact has entered the system, Sir."

The Captain strode over to the ensign's console and stared at the information coming in. "We've been hailed, Sir."

Do you require help sentient?

"Open a channel," he commanded before striding to the center of the room and staring at the hologram which had now become a 3D display of the new vessel and its surroundings.

"This is Captain Jerome Wilson, officer in charge of the H.M.S Atlas. We have been set upon by a small fleet of pirate vessels who disabled our engines. We have driven them off for now, but I'm afraid we are now sitting ducks, and I'm sure they will soon return in greater number unless we are able to reach the space port just outside orbit of the class M planet of the system. Can you offer us assistance?"

"We get signal."
"On screen."

"Humans"
"Jxero will this affect your duties?"
"No Captain, its just..."
"I know, but they are in trouble and we must offer any help that we can."
"*Snip* Can you offer us assistance?"

Transmission back
"We will offer any assistance we can young ones, do you something in mind?"

"I do not believe they are all too familiar with our language, for they seem to have some difficulty speaking it."

Wilson looked over at the science officer calmly and nodded. "Yes, well we can't expect every race within the galaxy to be learned." He turned back to the hologram of the vessel. "If you have gravity projectors or anything that can be used as a tractor beam to tow us to port, we would be most grateful to you." He moved back up to the command platform and resumed his seat.

"Well ideas?"
"We could alter the Babel Grommet spheres, to create a micro jump to their spaceport. Not sure there or even our ship could handle the stress..."
"Its worth a shot."

Transmission
"We may have a solution, young ones please stand bye this may take a few minutes.

Colony Revia
The colony was founded in 2190, by the United Territories Of Defese. It was small compared to other colonies, and was mostly a mining center for common metals used to make ship hulls. It also had a Military Port orbiting the planet, which had quite an arsenal...
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Translated Defese
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The lights in the Communications Center suddenly light up, the age old equipment begins proccessing the data insertered into it. Which makes quite a bit of noise, waking the sleeping officer, who prompty fell out of his chair.
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"Agh! Damn it!" He swore, picking himself up. The console began beeping and whirring, and the officer could have sworn it was laughing at him.
"Whats this?" He commented, reading the data flowing across the small screen.
"Oh, another distress call...."
He shouldnt be blamed for not worried, pirates are common in this sector of space...
He picks up a nearby phone, to contact the Tactical Logistics Center in the colonies capital.
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At the Logistics Center
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The place was almost deserted. Only 3 people were manning it that night. Ted, who was in the control room, pretending to study holomaps while playing solitare. Arnald, in the radio room, sleeping, And Chester, who was the only security in the small building
The phone woke Arnald with a start, who promptly picked it up and tried to sound important.
"What is it?" He grunted.
"Im over here at the Communications Center, and ive just picked up a distress call. Another Pirate attack." A bored sounded voice responded
"Alright" he sighed, "Transmit over the message and coordinites and ill see about Port Andromeda up there to send out some cruisers."
"Alrighty, hey Arnald how the kids?"
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The conversation continues, untill Anrald gets his information, where he says goodbye, hangs up the phone, and transmits the distress call to the orbiting Military Port. With that job done, it was out of his hands, and he promtpy fell back asleep.

"I don't like it, Sir. Why do they insist on callin' us young ones, anyways? I'd suggest you find out what it is they're goin' ta do before allowin' 'em to do it, I'd rather not have an even bigger mess to clean up." The voice of the chief engineer flooded through the comm link, his old, graying face displayed on the small screen built into the armrest of the chair.

"You just focus on getting our engines back up, Mr. McKinn. I'll see what they are planning, it shouldn't be anything that will make your life more difficult. Bridge out."

The Atlas continued to drift aimlessly through space, awaiting the rescue of the foreign craft. Its shields were lowered to allow them to work, but its weapons systems were active and the sensor arrays working full force to ensure the system was clear of assault.

Transmission
"Young ones, we suggest you hold onto something, this may be rough."

The Lycus began to steer towards the stranded ship. As her crew continued to readied themselves and their ship for the micro jump. The control room crew flinched as a loud screech was heard throughout the ship.
"Easy goes it, Sxero, don't need to scratch the paint job."
"Aye captain."
The Lycus slowly clapped down its magnetic docking clamps. Becoming one with the alien vessel or at least one enough for a wormhole jump.
"Status?"
"We have contact sir, we've reading at 95% percent. We are ready for the micro jump."
The Babel Grommet sphere deep within the Lycus began to spin up, as power was continuously dumped into its core, finally a slender beam shot upwards and outwards towards the front of the Lycus and the alien vessel. A brief blue flash could be seen and then the two shot forwards through the temporary opened wormhole and hopefully towards the broadcasted location...