[IC] Science Untamed (apply in ooc)

STORY ARC 1

"THE DEEP BLACK IS A COLD AND PERILOUS PLACE, HUMAMS WERE NEVER MEANT FOR THE STARS". MY FATHER WOULD SAY THAT ALL THE TIME WHEN HE WATCHED THE NEWS AND SAW EACH DAY, INTERPLANETARY WAR WAS COMING TO THE SYSTEM. It's been said Proxima launched a viral attack on Vandor to clear it for advanced colonization. "PLANETS WEREN'T MEANT TO MINGLE". I JUST THINK PEOPLE LIKE KILLING TO MUCH.

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Nicci laughs and smiles at the very last of her hydrogen being depleted 13 light-years from Vandor. She was fucked...

Nicci laughed through the strongest of her worries and flipped a beacon switch to start broadcasting. "Hello this is Captain Nicci of the SirReapsAlot. I'm stranded deep space with no hydrogen and life support is dwindling as I speak. If anyone can hear this I've got valuble technology I can share with you if you save my life. Coordinates are as follows ... . - ... --...-. ..-.

Nicci sat back in her craft and started making peace with her death. She had never thought she'd die of suffocation, she'd sooner die from a missile barrage considering how she likes to live her life.

'This is Captain Nicci of the SirReapsAlot, if anyone can hear this please assist with fuel. My life support can only sustain me for 24 hours and I'm stranded deep space".

Nicci got up and strolled into her cargo bay, opened the sealed container she'd been assigned to deliver and reinspect it's contents. The data cores were in tact, if not uselessly floating in space she'd have done her job perfect. Nicci went back to the cockpit and sat in her command chair.

"This is Captain Nicci of the SirReapsAlot! If anyone can hear me please assist with fuel! I have precious cargo that could save the lives of everyone on Vandor"!!!

[Slyguydude]

Maxim was sitting in his ship, minding his own business, getting a bite to eat while listening to a song titled "Full Steam Space Machine". He was planing a course to the closest planet to look for any bounties. As he prepares his lunch, he receives the message sent by Nicci. He calmly sets down the things in his hands and checks on his Hydrogen Storage/Life Support to see how much he has left.

"Hal, would you please check the levels of our Hydrogen and Life Support please. And while you're at it, may you please check where those coordinates are located."

(Hal is the AI system of the ship. He is able to monitor the systems of the ship and give his opinion on a situation. However he doesn't have control of the systems unless given permission so no 2001: A Space Odyssey bullshit)

"Yes Sir. Right away sir."

"Thank you."

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[DetonatorAgent]

*cruising towards a nearby lunar station, seeking to get a contract for assassination*

Huh? What's this? *checks incoming transmission, listens to them* Holy shit, someone's stranded! They'll suffocate! Hudson, lock in the coordinates and display their location in my ships HUD!

(Hudson is like Alexa or Siri, just an assistant for the ship.)

Yes, sir.

*coordinates display on HUD, and I continue to the station at full speed. Once I arrive, I purchase enough fuel for this person to make it to the nearest planet, and head out to the ping provided. I have weapons fully loaded and at the ready, just in case it's a fraud*

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[Drakey]

Mikhail lounged about on the Madrys, her own personal junk heap. Suddenly, a flash of sparks flew out of the wall to her right. The cause of it was a tiny white spider that was currently replacing a rusty pit in the wall. Mikhail had purchased this ship for next to nothing, which was a great deal for her. It had been a foundry ship, equipped with facilities to both melt down and form sheets of metal.

Sadly, the ship’s docking bay was currently empty as the mining droids were a LOT more expensive. Sighing, Mikhail sat up in her seat, her coat trailing after her. Blowing the hair out of her face, Mikhail made her way to the bridge. Almost immediately, an alarm flashed across Mikhail’s vision. A message was being transmitted, and it was on the emergency frequency, the only one Mikhail left on. “Play it!” She called out. Of course, she didn’t have to do that, she could have just ordered one of her spiders to do it, but alas, sound was far better than silence.

The message blared across the ship’s speakers. A woman, trapped in space. Well, it didn’t matter to Mikhail. The woman stopped in her tracks though. WHat had she said? Free tech? “Drive On! Now!” Mikhail began running to the bridge, ordering her spiders to punch in the coordinates and get the engines revved up. Looking around, there was at least one spider every few feet on Mikhail’s ship, which would probably be terrifying to some as many of the lights were never on. Why would you turn the lights on if you could see in the dark?

Reaching the bridge, Mikhail’s voice rang out, “Set engines to warp! We’re heading over now!”

[BrightSteel]

"This is Commander Nicci, to you 3 vessels im immensely grateful. I'll dispatch fuel limpets and you can load then with your spare fuel. Afterword I'll jettison a crate of goods I have at my disposal. Please help, the people of Vandor are going to die if we can't help".

Nicci's ship has Proximian federal agent identity tags on it.
Which would normally mean she'd be dead by now from looters. Everyone knows Proximians had the most advanced Technologies in the big 3. Proxima is the leader in a never ending tech race, immediately followed by Pandora and Vandor. All of which are embroiled in a form of cold war, waiting for one another to buckle. However a recent covert op known only to a select few in Proxima and Pandora, carried out by Pandora. Left Vandor with a poisonous atmosphere that slowly makes people lose interest in food and social activities. Effectively stopping all planetary progression as well as slowly killing off the current populous.
A chemical attack on the planets atmosphere is entirely against galactic treaties and Proxima took covert action of their own. Sending multiple under cover agents carrying chemical sprays to attempt to fix or postpone the effects of the chemical weapon. As well as one overt data carrier, Nicci.

Nicci waited for her limpets to be filled with fuel,
or for her vessel to be boarded and robbed.

[DetonatorAgent]

"This is Eckie Asaka, a lone pilot. I'm loading fuel on now I purchased earlier. It should be enough to get you to a nearby planet and fully repair your ship. My best of wishes, and comm me on this channel if you need any further assistance."

Hudson, prep for fuel storage transfer.

Hudson: Yes, sir. Initiating transfer now...

The spare fuel is successfully loaded into Nicci's ship. I wait for a reply.

[BrightSteel]

"Thank you pilot, I'll be making my way to Vandor presently, if you would accompany me to the planet I would be most grateful. I could also provide with a well paying job and Proximian citizenship".

Proxima is aclosed planet, which means it is required that an individual apply for citizenship before entering the planet. The process is extremely arduous and a have ticket could bear many fruits.

[DetonatorAgent]

“Affirmative. I’ll head there with you, however I believe I’m not permitted to enter. I’ll head out as soon as we arrive.”

Preps ship for travel.

[Slyguydude]

Sir, It appears that there is indeed plenty of fuel to supply this vessel. Especially considering that there are other ships assisting in this endeavor. As for those limpets, they are inbound while we speak.

Hal was able to calibrate and record all of this info in a matter of seconds. Impressive to some, but, to Maxim, this speed was normal.

"Thank you Hal. And since they're coming here, I guess prep for company while I eat my delicious Sandwich"

I hear slacking again Maxim. You know how I feel about this Hal said sternly.

"Yeah thanks "Dad". Besides, I'm organic. I gotta eat." Maxim said in a joking matter

Very well sir. I guess I'll prep for guests. But, you own me.

"Like what? Another upgrade? Those things are fucking expensive Hal. Here, how about a run through a washing place?

Sigh (yes, he actually says "sigh") Very well Maxim.

"Thanks Buddy!"

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[Drakey]

Mikhail's ship lurched out of warp drive as it came upon its destination. In front of the ship was the stranded vehicle. Firing the comms up, Mikhail transmitted her message to the ship. "As it seems that you have already gathered enough fuel, please, let me send one of my diagnostics drones as to make sure that no harm has come to your engines due to said lack of fuel." Letting her words died down, Mikhail muted her side of the comms as she began to order her spiders around. Opening up a view of the darkened ship's hangar bay within her built in HUD, Mikhail began to prep the doors for opening, and her spiders for take off.

Turning her attention back towards the stranded ship, Mikhail couldn't help but notice the level of technology that outlined its hull. Damn, she was getting hungry just from looking at it. Mikhail's hands twitched as she thought about just ripping the poor thing apart. However, the presence of the two other ships delayed that thought. Mikhail would have wait, that's all.

[BrightSteel]

Nicci fired up her reaction core once the first limpet returned. She ran through her pre flight routine, checking pitch, yaw, and all her thruster efficiency's.

"That won't be necessary Commander. I have my own on board diagnostic systems. Thankyou for the offer however".

Nicci switched her surface tension shockwire on and electrified her hull surface. She didn't want any unwanted probs tearing off her cargo hatch while she was fueling.

[Slyguydude]

Maxim Sir, the limpet has arrived

"Then fill her up my dear Hal"

(In a monotone voice) Dick

Hal "generously" fills the limpet full

Sir, it appears that we still have enough fuel to make it to the nearest planet

"Excellent Hal. Thanks for all the work."

Yes Maxim, ALL the work

"Ok Ok, you have a point."

When you wash the ship, find a decent place and make sure its a full clean

"Dick...but, you have my word."

Maxim moves over to intercoms

"OK Commander Nicci, the Limpet is loaded and on its way. I will be following it so I may accompany you to your destination. That is, if you don't mind. I'd hate to see the supplies to save lives to go waste."
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[DetonatorAgent]

I finalize the ship's travel destination calibration.

Eckie: Hudson, whatever coordinates or sync codes you next receive from Nicci's vessel, follow them. Ignore all others.

Hudson: Yes, sir. Why don't we just download a virus while we trail unknown pilots?

Eckie: Hudson, do you want to be nice or not?

Hudson: Alright, I'm just saying I don't trust it.

Eckie: Trust me, then. I know what to do. "Captain Nicci, send either your destination coordinates or sync codes so my ship will trail yours. I'll disembark once we reach the planet."