Auman
11-04-2009, 15:49
'Would you get a look at that, eh Borzhan?' Said an amazed young dry dock worker. He pointed to a magnificent looking spaceship, the one that they had just completed. Borzhan, a senior tradesman on the project, had been with it since they first laid down the hull. He looked on it with a mix of extreme pride and crushing sorrow. 'It took us twenty five years, Aleyo, and far too many of our friends, but the damn thing is finally finished.' Said Borzhan, clapping the young Aleyo Urutuu on the shoulder with his heavily bandaged hand. Borzhan had burnt himself pretty badly in a welding accident several days earlier, his doctor didn't want him to leave the hospital until he had received a skin graft, but there was no way in hell he was going to miss out on this.
Crowds swelled the many construction platforms that staggered down towards the gangway. Gibeah, a world that had torn itself apart with centuries of internecine conflict, had built its first interstellar exploration vessel, the GSV Atavyyd. The Queen of Tanagra, the nation which had provided the majority of the resources and expertise into the GSV, along with all the worlds leaders, had gathered next to the gangway to send off the vessel. The intrepid crew lined up and were greeted by the assorted dignitaries, observing the various farewell customs and well wishing of the planets most powerful people.
The Captain of the GSV Atavyyd, Lesl Pephard, took a plaque from the Queen of Tanagra. A simple, bronze, affair with the lords prayer written in all the known languages of Gibeah. 'With you goes the hope of our people. Go in peace, Captain. Go with God.' Said the Queen, giving Pephard a kiss on his cheek. 'I proudly hold, upon my shoulders, the hopes and dreams of all our people, my Queen. And it is out of my love for you and my fealty as a vassal in your great nation that I venture forth in the star ocean, in reverence of you and our most holy God.'
With that, Pephard stepped aboard his ship. He turned, looking back at the men and women who cheered for him and his crew and gave one final salute. Pephard was a taciturn man, not known for lighthearted bouts of emotion, but even he had to struggle to fight back the tears that began to well up in his eyes. The gesture, of his Queen and of his people, were truly inspiring. Today, we are truly one people. Our actions have opened the next chapter for us all.'
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-Aboard the AUBSD Gorgon-
The holographic sensor display was completely, eerily, clear... As if everything had been wiped clean from the face of the universe. Gorgon had entered her third week of patrolling deep space, the bottomless, disturbingly empty, void between solar systems. Their mission, a shake down run, was simple. Take the massive warship, which had just finished her refit, to the emptiest place imaginable and run the shit out of her. The officer responsible for monitoring the holographic display was approaching his sixth hour of staring at nothing, he was tired, as his secondary duties were wearing him down. Three weeks, twelve hours a day, looking at a blank display and clearing dust bunnies from under cots and computer equipment dulled his senses and played havoc on his sleep cycle.
'Hey, Manghale... Watch my display for a second, I'm going to get a cup of coffee from the mess.' Said the weary sensor operator, specialist Jualahm. 'Fine, but don't take too long. I have some shit to do in about fifteen.' Answered Manghale, with a dismissive wave and a furrowed brow. As Jualahm started to get out of his chair, his display showed an object dart across the projection, leaving a huge trail behind it. A chorus of beeps, whines and klaxons began to wail an agonizing melody.
'An FTL vehicle has just passed through our formation!' Yelled Jualahm, throwing himself back into his seat. The Gorgon's AI, and that of the battle group that accompanied her, instinctively scattered the vessels, like sticks in the wind.
'Report, specialist! What the hell is it that nearly damaged the General's vessels?' Growled Commander Suvla, as he stormed towards Jualahm's station. 'Commander, I don't know. It was moving far too fast for me to get a decent reading on it... All I know, is that it utilizes a form of faster than light transit that I've never even seen before.' Answered Jualahm, hurriedly calibrating the controls at his station. Garbled, confused communications were coming in from all over the task force. Fleet General Lyboc leaned heavily on his command station, scanning and disseminating incoming information with cold, analytical, eyes.
'Commander Suvla, dispatch the Switchback and the Berzerker to track that object....' Said Lyboc, with a hint of casual annoyance.
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'I remember reading somewhere online that, if extra-terrestrial life does indeed exist, that there are three things that they might do if they discovered a race that could possibly threaten them. The first is to ignore them. The second is to make peaceful contact and avoid competition through co-operation...' Remarked an early morning radio disk jockey, Harv Jimmersz. 'And what's the third thing, Harv-o?' Quipped Harv's sidekick, Urri Edom. 'Well, the third thing would be to annihilate us. You know? Wipe us out now, don't worry about it later... Get it?'
'Well, we need that like I need a kick in the pa-' Urri's trademark catch phrase was violently cut short, as an object moving faster than the speed of light slammed head on into the tiny, unsuspecting world of Gibeah. In the blink of the eye, in the shadow of an instant, the entire world had come to a traumatic, fantastic, end. Billions of lives, wiped out, with only a few thousand shocked survivors looking on from orbit. No body knew what to say...
So they didn't say anything at all.
Crowds swelled the many construction platforms that staggered down towards the gangway. Gibeah, a world that had torn itself apart with centuries of internecine conflict, had built its first interstellar exploration vessel, the GSV Atavyyd. The Queen of Tanagra, the nation which had provided the majority of the resources and expertise into the GSV, along with all the worlds leaders, had gathered next to the gangway to send off the vessel. The intrepid crew lined up and were greeted by the assorted dignitaries, observing the various farewell customs and well wishing of the planets most powerful people.
The Captain of the GSV Atavyyd, Lesl Pephard, took a plaque from the Queen of Tanagra. A simple, bronze, affair with the lords prayer written in all the known languages of Gibeah. 'With you goes the hope of our people. Go in peace, Captain. Go with God.' Said the Queen, giving Pephard a kiss on his cheek. 'I proudly hold, upon my shoulders, the hopes and dreams of all our people, my Queen. And it is out of my love for you and my fealty as a vassal in your great nation that I venture forth in the star ocean, in reverence of you and our most holy God.'
With that, Pephard stepped aboard his ship. He turned, looking back at the men and women who cheered for him and his crew and gave one final salute. Pephard was a taciturn man, not known for lighthearted bouts of emotion, but even he had to struggle to fight back the tears that began to well up in his eyes. The gesture, of his Queen and of his people, were truly inspiring. Today, we are truly one people. Our actions have opened the next chapter for us all.'
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-Aboard the AUBSD Gorgon-
The holographic sensor display was completely, eerily, clear... As if everything had been wiped clean from the face of the universe. Gorgon had entered her third week of patrolling deep space, the bottomless, disturbingly empty, void between solar systems. Their mission, a shake down run, was simple. Take the massive warship, which had just finished her refit, to the emptiest place imaginable and run the shit out of her. The officer responsible for monitoring the holographic display was approaching his sixth hour of staring at nothing, he was tired, as his secondary duties were wearing him down. Three weeks, twelve hours a day, looking at a blank display and clearing dust bunnies from under cots and computer equipment dulled his senses and played havoc on his sleep cycle.
'Hey, Manghale... Watch my display for a second, I'm going to get a cup of coffee from the mess.' Said the weary sensor operator, specialist Jualahm. 'Fine, but don't take too long. I have some shit to do in about fifteen.' Answered Manghale, with a dismissive wave and a furrowed brow. As Jualahm started to get out of his chair, his display showed an object dart across the projection, leaving a huge trail behind it. A chorus of beeps, whines and klaxons began to wail an agonizing melody.
'An FTL vehicle has just passed through our formation!' Yelled Jualahm, throwing himself back into his seat. The Gorgon's AI, and that of the battle group that accompanied her, instinctively scattered the vessels, like sticks in the wind.
'Report, specialist! What the hell is it that nearly damaged the General's vessels?' Growled Commander Suvla, as he stormed towards Jualahm's station. 'Commander, I don't know. It was moving far too fast for me to get a decent reading on it... All I know, is that it utilizes a form of faster than light transit that I've never even seen before.' Answered Jualahm, hurriedly calibrating the controls at his station. Garbled, confused communications were coming in from all over the task force. Fleet General Lyboc leaned heavily on his command station, scanning and disseminating incoming information with cold, analytical, eyes.
'Commander Suvla, dispatch the Switchback and the Berzerker to track that object....' Said Lyboc, with a hint of casual annoyance.
----
'I remember reading somewhere online that, if extra-terrestrial life does indeed exist, that there are three things that they might do if they discovered a race that could possibly threaten them. The first is to ignore them. The second is to make peaceful contact and avoid competition through co-operation...' Remarked an early morning radio disk jockey, Harv Jimmersz. 'And what's the third thing, Harv-o?' Quipped Harv's sidekick, Urri Edom. 'Well, the third thing would be to annihilate us. You know? Wipe us out now, don't worry about it later... Get it?'
'Well, we need that like I need a kick in the pa-' Urri's trademark catch phrase was violently cut short, as an object moving faster than the speed of light slammed head on into the tiny, unsuspecting world of Gibeah. In the blink of the eye, in the shadow of an instant, the entire world had come to a traumatic, fantastic, end. Billions of lives, wiped out, with only a few thousand shocked survivors looking on from orbit. No body knew what to say...
So they didn't say anything at all.