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"Lt. Commander Sibley, communications wave for you, sir. Please report to the comm room," The voice of a bridge officer rang out in Sibley's quarters. He sat up from where he was laying on his bunk and set aside the electronic slate he had been reading from. He strode down the halls, his boots ringing against the deck. A few Marines smartly saluted as he walked past them. The door to the communications room slid aside and he stepped into the Valkyrie's communications hub. A map to the side showed the approximate position of the Valkyrie among the stars, though the map in Navigation was thousands of times more detailed and accurate. He pressed a small button next to the holographic projector and the machine produced the image of High Admiral Arimov. Sibley snapped off a perfect salute. ""Sir. Good to see you, sir."
Arimov smiled and nonchalantly returned the salute. At ease, Jason. It's good to see you too. Sibley visibly relaxed. "Thanks. What do you need, Sam?" "Well, Jason, the political climate has changed rather rapidly lately. The planet of Veal has been attacked by demons, and it's started a lot of tension between the major groups. We'd like you to try and make peace with at least a few, and prevent war from coming to the Confederacy. "Well, Sam, that's quite a bit you want me to do with my little tugboat, but I'll give it a shot. Any ideas where I should start? "It seems like the Mythar are attempting to do effectively the same thing, so you may want to start there. One of their flagships, the Ebon Angel, seems to be doing for the Mythar what you're doing for the Confederacy. You may want to try talking to her captain. Arimov out. The High Admiral's features disappeared from the air as quickly as they had come, and Jason sighed. "Lt. Commander Sibley, hailing codes incoming from the Titan I. Seem to be for a ship called the 'Ebon Angel.' What should I do with them, sir? "Transfer them to the comm room. I want to hail her immediately.As the codes were transferred, the computers made a buzzing sound and text scrolled across the auxiliary screens. Soon, the transfer was completed, and the recorded wave protocols were prepared. Sibley straightened his uniform, pressed the button, and began. "This message is for the captain of the Ebon Angel.. Captain, my name is Lt. Commander Jason Sibley. I represent the interests of the Confederacy of Allied Peoples. In these stressful times, the Confederacy looks for peace and allies, not enemies and war. If you would honor me with a reply, hailing codes are forthcoming. I will accept your waves at any time, should you decide to send them. Thank you. |
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Boarder Station 3-11 Kappa has detected incoming ships... Scanning... Total number of ships unknown... Playing automated message and sending distress signal to High Command...
An automated message hailed out in all directions, "Hello, welcome to Ter'ran space," A seemingly good-natured female Ter'ran said, "Although the following information may be disturbing, your ship or fleet is currently targeted by over 100 Defense platforms, which will defend our space, unless you give a reason for your visit. If you fail to comply we will fire gravity well projectors and remove you from hyperspace... Please note that sudden gravity wells may cause damage to your ship or fleet. Farther violation of our boarders, without reason given, will result in a hostile confrontation. If you have a reason for your visit, please stop approaching our space, transmit your reason and await responce from Ter'ran Imperial officials. Thank you..." Supreme Commander Voss still sat in his office when a call came from Central Intelligence. Voss quickly sat up and turned to face the holoscreen, an image of a pale, almost sickly-looking Ter'ran female appeared, she was bald and had many electrodes attached to her forehead and temples. Contrary to an initial reaction, she was not a soulless slave, she had chosen this and was actually quite honored that her brain was mutated by the gene which gave her, and her 2 cousins, the ability to process all Ter'ran intelligence networks at once, using their combined brainpower. This one's name was Martia'lania, the most powerful of the Prophets, as they were called. Her eyes darted around, as she analyzed terabytes of data while starting to converse with Voss, "Supreme Commander Voss... I have troubling news, a Mythar Combine fleet approaches our boarders, total forces unknown, we sent the automated welcome message 1.452 minutes ago, and are awaiting compliance. Empress Kida'gadesch is busy, so I contacted you. What are your orders." Voss slumped into his chair, "What is the status of the Local fleet?" Martia's eyes stopped darting momentarily as she accessed data alone, "Ships 1 through 50 are on standby patrols, all are ready for re-route... Fleets 1 through 100 are all on total standby, except for fleet 6, Forward Unto Dawn on assignment, authorized by the Empress herself." Voss nodded, "I want all available ships within 2 hours of the violation to re-route... Mythar Combine, pah! They won't be 'combined' anymore if they continue this..." He pressed a button and a holographic tactical map appeared on his desk, showing a group of red dots heading for a line of green dots. Groups of green dots heading for the line of green dots nearest to the red dots. |
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"There is an incoming communique for you from a Lt. Commander Jason Sibley of the Confederacy of Allied Peoples. Do you want to hear it Commander?" Jeanaiel roused herself from the meditative trance she was in at the computers prompting. At a short wave of her hand the holo-projected images around the walls dissolved and reformed into display readouts Showing the ships current location, ETA at destination, various other things of moderate interest and a transcript of the incoming communique. "Lets hear it computer"
"This message is for the captain of the Ebon Angel.. Captain, my name is Lt. Commander Jason Sibley. I represent the interests of the Confederacy of Allied Peoples. In these stressful times, the Confederacy looks for peace and allies, not enemies and war. If you would honor me with a reply, hailing codes are forthcoming. I will accept your waves at any time, should you decide to send them. Thank you." "Well now, that should save some time." She glanced at the readout displaying the Angels ETA , it read under 10 minutes. There never was enough time. "Computer, begin recording reply. 'This is chief commander Jeanaiel Targe commanding the Ebon Angel. We seem to have a common goal Lt. Commander, unfortunatly my time is quite limited at the moment, I offer an invitation to meet in person if you wish, coordinates will be attached.' Computer estimate our probable course over the next few days and attach to the return communique." "Proccessing commander... estimation complete, data attached." "Sign and send computer." "Communique sent. Arrival at destination in 4 minutes 30 seconds Commander." An audible sigh escaped Jeanaiels lips... Never enough time. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Jeanaiel stepped onto the command deck as the automated message from the border station came through. "Frack, get us out of warp space now! Have the fleet take evasive action immediately upon exit. This is going to be a damn mess." The tricky thing about warp space was that while it isolated the ship traveling through it from all effects of real space, it was not the easiest method of travel to break out of prematurely. A singular ship breaking out early would not be much of a hazard, a fleet breaking out prem was potentially disastrous. ships would have little time to take stock of how close each was to the others and prevent collisions as more ships broke out. 758 ships in the fleet, 758 potential problems. As it was the fleet did manage to break out without any major problems, a few scrapes and complete disarray but otherwise fine, they were the best the Combine navy had to offer after all. It took near 10 minutes for the fleet to rearrange itself, by which time the Ebon Angel and a few escort cruisers had gone on ahead a little closer to the outer edge of the system. The rest of the fleet didn't need to get any closer, the counsel's show of power was evident, no need to step on any more toes than necessary. "Comms open a channel." "Channel open Commander." "This is Chief Commander Jeanaiel Targe commanding the Ebon Angel. Our reason for entering your space is to further diplomatic relations between our two nations." A hand signal and the comm channel was closed. "If they want more they can come and get it themselves. Fracking Counsel... what the hell were they thinking." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Seems rather easy Zane thought as he moved his ship to the coordinates sent by the commander and matched speed with the ship indicated. Zane never really was much of a talker, another reason he didn't like first contact assignments. When ha had to talk he preferred to do so in person where his training could be used to full effect.
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The ISS Pillar of Fire was the first ship to arrive at Boarder Station 3-11 Kappa. Captain Zacheiv in command, a few seconds later a formation of Ter'ran Battlecruisers jumped in, lead by the ISS Young and Strong, Admiral Aneas'arfiel Kamarok in command, "Report, Pillar of Fire, what is the situation?" The captain of the Pillar of Fire looked shocked, "I-I don't know sir... I think we may need another fleet to come in..." Kamarok looked at the fleet of Mythar ships, "By God! We'd need half the armada to deal with this!" Zacheiv shook his head, "They complied with the gravity well threat, unless they wanted their ships fresh to take out our defenses... CI is giving us a message, sir! Transferring, now!" Kamarok listened to the message and back at the fleet, "Find the ship that sent that and fire a volley across their bow, then set up a link!" The Pillar of Fire fired a burst of plasma just in front of the bow of the Ebon Angel, then the message came in, "This is Admiral Aneas'arfiel Kamarov, of the Ter'ran Imperial Navy... You may have convinced our defense cannons that your not a threat, now, but I'm more suspicous... What kind of diplomatic relations involve.....758 battle-ready ships, huh. If this is an intimidation exercise, we're not intimidated or impressed, so this diplomacy better be worth the time, money and security you've just taxed on us!"
Meanwhile, Terra Prime is in chaos... The Forward Unto Dawn lifted off from the mass driver and headed out into open space, Soban was surprised to see the Shattered Skies, facing away from Terra Prime and all its weaponry primed and ready, "This is Captain Nikkad'artiel Soban to fleet, what the hell is happening!?" High Admiral Edwar'nesch Black, commander of the Shattered Skies came on-screen, "Captain Soban, a large-scale foreign force has appeared at our boarders, under act-255. I am removing you from Kida's command temporarily for the Good of the People, you are reassigned to Fleet 6, your orders are to head to boarder segment-3-11 Kappa! The Shattered Skies as well as 20-50th fleets will stay near the planets and keep order, it's unknown if they will approach our major Hive Worlds, but we can't assume anything, so we must protect the people!" Soban nodded, "Initiate Jump, 3-11 Kappa!" The Forward Unto Dawn jumped into Hyperspace, "Estimated Time to Arrival?" Soban barked, his helmsman looked back, "30 minutes, sir!" All the while, Soban had forgotten that he carried the Empress. Meanwhile, two human goons go to desperate measures to save their world... Micheal Climbed out of the back of a cargo truck and rubbed a sore bump he had gotten when the ship took off, he helped his partner, Tim and climbed out of the truck and into the Forward Unto Dawn's cargo bay, "What do we do now, Mike?" Mike slapped Tim, "We kidnap the Empress, that's what! Then we contact Cadaver, tell him our deal, so he won't attack Kallastan... Maybe shove a giant sack of money our way, because this empire's got some pretty mean toys. He could use the Empress as a bargaining chip." Meanwhile, Xico woke up inside the shipping container, he heard voices outside, this was his chance, "Hey! I hear you! I'm in the green shipping container! Let me out!" Mike and Tim looked at the shipping container, Mike drew a laser pistol and walked over to the door of the container, Xico heard his approach and his hopes raised, "Yeah! Open the door, please!" Tim nodded, so Mike opened the Container, Xico walked out, sheilding his eyes from the seemingly bright cargo bay lights, "Thank you! Thank you so much!" Xico said, gratefully, "Don't thank us yet, kid..." Mike said deviously. Xico lowered his arms and found himself looking down the barrel of Mike's pistol, "You're coming with us, kid... And you ain't gonna say a peep, or I'll put a hole through that bright green head of yours!" Tim grabbed Xico and held him firmly, "Okay, okay! Please, don't shoot me!" Xico pleaded. Mike looked at Tim, "Call Cadaver, tell him our operation is toast... But we still have something to offer..." Tim scratched his head, "What's that?" Mike rolled his eyes, "This little guy! I recognize him! He's Kida's moronic friend, Sicko, or Zippo... I don't know, but the Empress likes this guy more than some things she should like more." Tim nodded and sent a message to Cadaver, telling him what Mike had told him. Xico shivered and squirmed uncomfortably, "We're sending ya to hell, little dragon dude..." Mike said menacingly. Last edited by GalacticWar_Xavier : 03-18-2008 at 05:45 PM. |
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The commlink in Cadaver's palace beeped A message was sent from a ship
" Lord Cadaver, we have somthing for you, Xico. With this little 'thing' you could do great bargining with the empress. We are onboard a ship called the forward unto dawn," Cadaver thought for a moment ", Ok, I shall send a ship out to meet you, capture the ship, and my demons shall arrive and over run it, we shall bring it back to Bec, where I shall disscuss our deal with you" The link ended and Cadaver immeditaly roared instructions. Slawter headed out towards forward unto dawn, armed with a cargo of demons, and most of the Demonica bombers.
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Soban watched the ship's crew prepare for battle, "Status?" Soban asked, his helmsman looked over, "About 3 minutes to arrival, sir. I recieved messages that they don't have their weapons armed-. What!?" The helmsman's controls flickered as well as the lights on the bridge, "Someone's re-routing ship control through the cargo bay!" Soban stood up, "Are we still on-course?" The helmsman shook his head, "Negative, they've set a new course and I'm locked out!" Soban walked over to him and looked at his console, "Where are we heading?" The tactical officer pressed a few buttons, bringing up a map, "Some random spot in space, sir... Hold on! I'm detecting a large body, its probably an asteroid or rouge moon... Oh no..." Soban looked over, "What is it, soldier..." The tactical officer pointed, "It's not an asteroid, sir! It's a giant friggin ship!" Soban looked at the tactical readouts and paled, "Full power to shields! Somebody get a strike force to the cargo bay! We need control, NOW!!" The Forward Unto Dawn exited Hyperspace and started moving toward the Slawter.
Meanwhile, in the cargo bay... Alarms blared in the cargo bay and clanking foot steps could be heard as the Imperial Marines moved in to retake control of the ship. Mike cursed and got into cover, readying his laser pistol, "Tim, keep that lizard quiet!" Tim drew his own laser pistol and got into cover, holding Xico's snout shut. Xico made unhappy hurring sounds. The Marines moving into the forest of shipping containers heard these, "Alright! Come out with your hands up!" The marine yelled. Mike called Cadaver again, "Boss, we need help, like now!!!" |
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Meanwhile on Asteroid Base Delta, a technician had been following the flight path of a ship which had just entered into the automated defenses kill range, the tech poked the communication officer and pointed it out "Dude this is going to be cool haven't seen a ship get fried in to long" just as those words left the techs mouth a message came through on all monitored channels "We pose you no threat, we are but a single merchant ship. We discovered you accidentally as we fled from Restin pursuit. Again, we pose *no* threat!". "Well I hate to burst your bubble but I reckon we should contact camalus what to do, I'm going to keep them painted but tell the automated defense to hold fire unless they detect a charge of weapons or such" the comm officer stroked his head and pressed a switch here and there and changed the frequency and double encoded the channel and spoke "This is Asteroid Base Delta requiring immediate attention of Camalus, we have received this message" the message was played "How do we respond? Sir, currently I have kept them painted but put the guns on hold".
A few minutes later a junior member of the crew runs up to Camalus chamber and knocks on the door "Sir we need your attention on the Bridge we have had contact from asteroid delta". Camalus rolls over and kisses Kass again and then gets up and robes up and heads to the bridge. A few minutes later: After hearing their message, Camalus was intrigued, why would the restin have been attacking the merchant ship, he pointed at one of comm crew you send this response to Asteroid Delta. "Tell them they can safely fly through the defenses and that our guns will kill off any restin pursuit, but also offer them to have a few men to go to our base for refreshments and also offer our services to repair any damage to their ship, whilst doing this try to find out as much as you can as to why they were being pursued by restin". A few minutes later, the communication officer transmits out on a secure channel to the ship. *This is Officer Kaleb, you can fly safely through our defenses and will not be shot unless you take a hostile action you shall remain painted by some guns just in case. We also protect you from any restin that might still be in pursuit and wishing to follow you through. Also our leader Camalus has offered you our help in repairing any damage to your ship that you may have maintained and in this time you may have three men at a time in our base for refreshments and rest if you wish" Last edited by Apoc : 03-18-2008 at 10:34 PM. |
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Slawter closed in on The FuD. The ship commander sent a message to the FuD " This is Commander Spawn, stop or we will open fire on you. Chose to fight and we will blow you to kindom come, flee and we will hyperdrive after you.Let us on board your ship and you shall come to no harm," The ship moved closer, bombers and fighters getting ready in case the FuD didn't comply with them.
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This is Officer Kaleb, you can fly safely through our defenses and will not be shot unless you take a hostile action you shall remain painted by some guns just in case. We also protect you from any restin that might still be in pursuit and wishing to follow you through. Also our leader Camalus has offered you our help in repairing any damage to your ship that you may have maintained and in this time you may have three men at a time in our base for refreshments and rest if you wish"
The message stopped and Maryn let out a sigh of relief. Behind her Lyr had moved from the control panel and had moved to her side, "Is it a wise idea to land? Should we not just keep moving?" Maryna thought a moment, then shook her head, "No, if we don't accept their hospitality I am sure they would not hesitate to plaster us. We could use some repairs, haven't had a chance to fix the hull on the fourth tier since the panels were blasted away twelve solar days ago when we had that trade go sour. I think the crew could use a rest." "We should be on our guard." Lyr didn't like the idea of landing in this base, he had a hard time trusting anyone who was not a crew member of The Deviant - and for good reason, the universe was filled with more scum than vacuum. "Of course Lyr, but it's not like we have many options before us. Send my message back on the same secured channel, 'Maryna here, captain of The Deviant, we will be coming in to dock - transmitting vectors now.'" She smiled at her companion and turned back to the view screen. After a few moments she turned on her heel and walked from the helm of the ship. She needed a rest as well, and once they landed there would be much to occupy her and little time for relaxation.
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