Marcus XVI said
Ok, I'll be the first one to admit that I really liked Tearstone's explanation of it better.
Aye... I'm overcomplicating it. Yeah basically I popped their napalm balloon.
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Aye... I'm overcomplicating it. Yeah basically I popped their napalm balloon.
"Sir! A transmission from the ANS Yellowstone! It contains our call tag."
Null took a deep breath and punched in the comm button. "Play the transmission."
Pressing the relay button, Valorian sends his reply. "Negative Yellowstone. That is a Negative. This is the ANS-CA Penumbra calling out to all flagged ANS ships. I have a separate mission on Luna and I cannot provide my direct support. A comm buoy is now online through my ship. I am descending to the moon's surface to provide extraction to key members of the Alliance military. Upon landing I will Install another buoy to allow for communication between the fleet and the marines and civilians below. But I need all of you to prevent any orbital strike, or drop teams. I have a crew of nine, not an army and am not equipped to take on any significant force. Are any of the ships in orbit capable of teleport receipt? I will construct an extraction teleport for the stranded marines and civvies at 123-7, 23-9. If you can lock on to its signal we can get these men and women out of here alot faster. This is the ANS-CA Penumbra. Over and out."
"Captain, we are nearing our destination."
"Thank you Mila. Prep my away-equipment."
Null took a deep breath and punched in the comm button. "Play the transmission."
"ANS Bermuda, ANS Typhoon, ANS Orpheus, ANS-CA Penumbra, ANS Fenris This is the ANS Yellowstone There is a large hostile Force jumping straight for Luna from deepspace Bearing 134 Elevation -139 from my location if you can keep the thresh that are here already the Yellowstone will intercept the new contacts"
Pressing the relay button, Valorian sends his reply. "Negative Yellowstone. That is a Negative. This is the ANS-CA Penumbra calling out to all flagged ANS ships. I have a separate mission on Luna and I cannot provide my direct support. A comm buoy is now online through my ship. I am descending to the moon's surface to provide extraction to key members of the Alliance military. Upon landing I will Install another buoy to allow for communication between the fleet and the marines and civilians below. But I need all of you to prevent any orbital strike, or drop teams. I have a crew of nine, not an army and am not equipped to take on any significant force. Are any of the ships in orbit capable of teleport receipt? I will construct an extraction teleport for the stranded marines and civvies at 123-7, 23-9. If you can lock on to its signal we can get these men and women out of here alot faster. This is the ANS-CA Penumbra. Over and out."
"Captain, we are nearing our destination."
"Thank you Mila. Prep my away-equipment."
They were taking the weapons. THE WEAPONS.
My need to survive is far greater than my need for companionship. Whats more... these swords are apart of me now. To remove them from my body would be the same as severing my limbs... No. I need to leave now. Luckily my presence has inspired little more than a few glances. However, if they are trying to kill us all then there may be guards at the door to stop anyone with the interest of keeping their weapons from leaving. Feigning an interest in the restroom to deter any wandering eyes I slip into the womens restroom, thankfully vacant. The mens would not open into the alley way that would most benefit me. Quickly I slip through the window into the shadow of the two buildings beside me.
I begin to slink away from the Town Hall, but I then realize that my instinct may place me in a particularly strong position of exploitation. If I could listen into the conversation without giving up my weapons, then I would be uniquely suited to aid any individuals put in a position of danger. Furthermore, knowing the goings on of this city may enable me to survive here longer than in the other cities I've traveled through.
Pondering this a moment I make my decision and circle the building for a drainpipe. Finding one, I shimmy my way up it and back around to the alley-side of the town-hall.Finding a window that opens into the lobby where everyone is gathered. I drop myself down to the window, gripping the top frame and standing on the sill. The darkness of the alley behind me should prevent me from being noticed through the window. Crouching on the sill I draw my Tanto and slice away one of the rubber seals on the miniature panes of glass. Then, sheathing the weapon, I blow into the rubber seal, sending the glass out through the path of least resistance, and into my waiting hand. I then place the sheet of glass into my backpack.
Finally I hammock myself between the walls right under the window. now I should be able to listen in relative safety.
My need to survive is far greater than my need for companionship. Whats more... these swords are apart of me now. To remove them from my body would be the same as severing my limbs... No. I need to leave now. Luckily my presence has inspired little more than a few glances. However, if they are trying to kill us all then there may be guards at the door to stop anyone with the interest of keeping their weapons from leaving. Feigning an interest in the restroom to deter any wandering eyes I slip into the womens restroom, thankfully vacant. The mens would not open into the alley way that would most benefit me. Quickly I slip through the window into the shadow of the two buildings beside me.
I begin to slink away from the Town Hall, but I then realize that my instinct may place me in a particularly strong position of exploitation. If I could listen into the conversation without giving up my weapons, then I would be uniquely suited to aid any individuals put in a position of danger. Furthermore, knowing the goings on of this city may enable me to survive here longer than in the other cities I've traveled through.
Pondering this a moment I make my decision and circle the building for a drainpipe. Finding one, I shimmy my way up it and back around to the alley-side of the town-hall.Finding a window that opens into the lobby where everyone is gathered. I drop myself down to the window, gripping the top frame and standing on the sill. The darkness of the alley behind me should prevent me from being noticed through the window. Crouching on the sill I draw my Tanto and slice away one of the rubber seals on the miniature panes of glass. Then, sheathing the weapon, I blow into the rubber seal, sending the glass out through the path of least resistance, and into my waiting hand. I then place the sheet of glass into my backpack.
Finally I hammock myself between the walls right under the window. now I should be able to listen in relative safety.
Marcus XVI said
Sadly I don't speak star trek.
Ah... see now I feel like I missed the point of my post. Okay. What I did has nothing to do with science fiction. Ferro Plasma is used today in alot of ways (mostly research related).
It has the quality of being magnetically guided. What I did WAS as Tearstone put it, alot like popping a balloon from the inside out. So what i did was scientifically viable by Today's standards.
Florence, Italy. 29 September 2014
I had finally settled into my new apartment for the next seven months. I got into NYU Firenze and was going to live in Italy away from my family in the states. Not that they cared. My girlfriend Addison came with me, since we both had gotten accepted (by some stroke of luck). As the Italian news blurts some random garbage too quick for me to fully understand with my limited knowledge of the language, I walked up behind my adorable little redhead and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" She asks me, turning her head slightly.
I look out at the the gorgeous city in front of me, a mix of the old and the new all around in that distinctly european way. The sun setting over the low clay roofed homes and apartments and painting the sky a vibrant orange...
"Yes it is. We get to create our own life here. Away from our families. Away from the stress of our old lives. We finally get to start over... This is our new beginning."
She takes a sip of her coffee, and there is a moment of silence... I rest my chin on her shoulder and we watch the sun slowly lower itself out of the sky...
Then she turns her head and kisses my cheek. "I love you Miyka."
I smile at her and turn her around, bringing her in for another kiss. "I love you too."
15 December 2014
Addie's worried about some disease overseas called "Red-Riding-Hood" or something like that, I'm still getting used to Italian and she insists on speaking it all the time. I don't mind though... her voice is lovely speaking its beautiful tones and rolling r's. I hope this new life of ours never ends...
7 March 2015
Something's happening. This disease has apparently been uncontainable to the point that the entire world is at risk. Me and Addie were given masks at the school, and there is now a strict curfew. Riots led to the legislature putting martial law into effect, and the military here guns down anyone on the streets after 8pm. I won't wear the mask. Everyone is being ridiculous. This is exactly the kind of nonsense I left the states to avoid. I've shared my views with Addie. She's going to wear the mask just in case, but she agrees with me.
19 July 2015
Me and Addie are among fourteen people still attending our courses at NYU Firenze... there are only three professors. I still wont wear a mask. I figure I've had good luck so far. But Addie is deathly afraid for me. She wants us to stop going to school. With the number of people dead, it's hard to argue with her. At least the stores still sell food.
Addie had a weird experience today. A man walked out of an alleyway in front of her wearing A hooded robe fashioned out of a bedsheet. Anyways I guess this crazy homeless dude smacked her in the face and ran... Freaking weirdo...
7 October 2015
Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. It should have been me. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. I never wore the masks, I should have died and she should have lived. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead.
I'm hungry but I cant eat. Thirsty but water burns my throat. Tired and yet I can never sleep. I want to die. I want to die. My Addie. My Addie...
Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead.
ADDIE IS DEAD.
1 December 2015
Nearly fourteen months since that day i tempted fate into giving me a new beginning. After Addie died I couldnt live in Florence anymore. The military was gone and the people were in anarchy. Firenze had fallen, fires burning out the city. Ever since I left I have been travelling in a masked hoodie. I found some leather gloves and put those on... I wear these black and silver swimming goggles now. Thick jeans. Combat boots that I've modified a little to let me free-run. My swords are all strapped to my back. My 100lb. draw weight PVC crossbow on my right thigh. My Pencil bolts in a small leather hip quiver on my left side. I don't talk much to people now. I never had time to learn the language and my Rosetta stone software is useless now without power... Everyone speaks Italian. Fucking bullshit.
There was a plane. It had a message saying to head to the town hall of whatever damned city I'm in now. I figure if everyone's headed there, maybe I'll find some people who speak a lick of English.
I get there... There's people, but not alot... I don't know yet how to find anyone who speaks English. Hopefully whoever organized this little sideshow will get us talking soon... and hopefully he'll speak slow enough that I can understand...
I had finally settled into my new apartment for the next seven months. I got into NYU Firenze and was going to live in Italy away from my family in the states. Not that they cared. My girlfriend Addison came with me, since we both had gotten accepted (by some stroke of luck). As the Italian news blurts some random garbage too quick for me to fully understand with my limited knowledge of the language, I walked up behind my adorable little redhead and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" She asks me, turning her head slightly.
I look out at the the gorgeous city in front of me, a mix of the old and the new all around in that distinctly european way. The sun setting over the low clay roofed homes and apartments and painting the sky a vibrant orange...
"Yes it is. We get to create our own life here. Away from our families. Away from the stress of our old lives. We finally get to start over... This is our new beginning."
She takes a sip of her coffee, and there is a moment of silence... I rest my chin on her shoulder and we watch the sun slowly lower itself out of the sky...
Then she turns her head and kisses my cheek. "I love you Miyka."
I smile at her and turn her around, bringing her in for another kiss. "I love you too."
15 December 2014
Addie's worried about some disease overseas called "Red-Riding-Hood" or something like that, I'm still getting used to Italian and she insists on speaking it all the time. I don't mind though... her voice is lovely speaking its beautiful tones and rolling r's. I hope this new life of ours never ends...
7 March 2015
Something's happening. This disease has apparently been uncontainable to the point that the entire world is at risk. Me and Addie were given masks at the school, and there is now a strict curfew. Riots led to the legislature putting martial law into effect, and the military here guns down anyone on the streets after 8pm. I won't wear the mask. Everyone is being ridiculous. This is exactly the kind of nonsense I left the states to avoid. I've shared my views with Addie. She's going to wear the mask just in case, but she agrees with me.
19 July 2015
Me and Addie are among fourteen people still attending our courses at NYU Firenze... there are only three professors. I still wont wear a mask. I figure I've had good luck so far. But Addie is deathly afraid for me. She wants us to stop going to school. With the number of people dead, it's hard to argue with her. At least the stores still sell food.
Addie had a weird experience today. A man walked out of an alleyway in front of her wearing A hooded robe fashioned out of a bedsheet. Anyways I guess this crazy homeless dude smacked her in the face and ran... Freaking weirdo...
7 October 2015
Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. It should have been me. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. I never wore the masks, I should have died and she should have lived. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead.
I'm hungry but I cant eat. Thirsty but water burns my throat. Tired and yet I can never sleep. I want to die. I want to die. My Addie. My Addie...
Addison is dead. Addison is dead. Addison is dead.
ADDIE IS DEAD.
1 December 2015
Nearly fourteen months since that day i tempted fate into giving me a new beginning. After Addie died I couldnt live in Florence anymore. The military was gone and the people were in anarchy. Firenze had fallen, fires burning out the city. Ever since I left I have been travelling in a masked hoodie. I found some leather gloves and put those on... I wear these black and silver swimming goggles now. Thick jeans. Combat boots that I've modified a little to let me free-run. My swords are all strapped to my back. My 100lb. draw weight PVC crossbow on my right thigh. My Pencil bolts in a small leather hip quiver on my left side. I don't talk much to people now. I never had time to learn the language and my Rosetta stone software is useless now without power... Everyone speaks Italian. Fucking bullshit.
There was a plane. It had a message saying to head to the town hall of whatever damned city I'm in now. I figure if everyone's headed there, maybe I'll find some people who speak a lick of English.
I get there... There's people, but not alot... I don't know yet how to find anyone who speaks English. Hopefully whoever organized this little sideshow will get us talking soon... and hopefully he'll speak slow enough that I can understand...
I just want to make clear that my ship's recent victory over that Thresh cruiser was in fact a scientifically correct move. Ferro Plasma is electromagnetically controlled, and in a pressurized environment (Such as a ship or a tank full of plasma), the pressurized contents would burst at the exertion of more force inside the environment, such as the infinite exertion of a magnet. My bullets being EMP could cause this reaction. However I don't believe this specific maneuver could be done more than once a battle as it requires the sacrifice of many nano-drones, and would be completely impossible in a more heavy battle environment as it would leave the Penumbra defenseless against fire from other ships.
Just wanted to explain what happened in a little more detail than Valorian was willing to give.
Just wanted to explain what happened in a little more detail than Valorian was willing to give.
"Captain Valorian! You are needed in the comm relay center!"
Null wakes up from his meager quarters a little more abruptly than he would have liked, something that had been happening more and more since the alliance made him captain.
Standing up and grabbing his uniform jacket, he presses the comm with his thumb, "Who the hell is it this time?"
The intercom rang back with his deck officers bell-like voice, "It seems like everyone. You've got messages and briefings waiting from half a dozen battalion admirals asking for assistance. But I knew you wouldn't want to be woken up for anything that wasn't marked time-sensitive."
"Well then why in God's Good name did you wake me up girl!"
"Sir... The investor is currently on the line..."
"Fierfek..." Exclaimed Null, using a madrossi swear word meaning poison. He quickly slipped into his jacket and began buttoning it on his way to the comm center.
"Patch it in!" He shouts upon reaching the room.
A holoscreen powers up in front of him, displaying the static ridden image of a silhouette. Null rolls his eyes. He never could understand the dramatic flair of the galactic underworld. "Valorian... I assume you have heard the recent news?"
"What recent news? I'm on my way back from a mission!"
"Ah yes, so I've heard. That Traxxin terrorist cell seems to have disappeared from my list of competitors... Good thing the alliance stumbled upon a holodisc detailing their location. I can't help but wonder how they got ahold of it though."
"Are you through gloating? Or are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Then you really don't know? Gaia and Luna are under attack."
Null sits down in the comm chair, slightly taken aback by the news..."Who would dare..."
"Our reports have most humans calling them thresh, not sure why yet, might have something to do with the ship appearances being similar to Thresher Maw's"
Null raises an eyebrow at the ancient video game reference.
"At any rate, I'm sure the alliance has asked you to handle any number of things, given your recent reputation. But I'm going to need you to give our people the priority."
"You've never asked me to do that before..."
"I know, but this time we have to protect a greater investment than our species military. I'm not going to prevent you from doing as you are ordered, but we need you doing our work first."
"What's this investment I'm supposed to be protecting now?"
"Alot of our Board Members have expressed an interest in reviving our superweapon defense programs, given recent events this is to be expected. The specific project, which I wont divulge any unneccessary information to you about, is called project Icarus. Unfortunately our head scientist is currently on Luna, under the protection of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd marines."
"If he's under military protection, then what's the issue?"
"The alliance cannot find out about project Icarus. You know how they don't like the private sector keeping military secrets. This man is not only the single man capable of making project Icarus a reality, but he also has in his custody the data chips that detail the machines construction requirements. We need him to get out of that damn station. The alliance cannot stick their noses into our resources searching for their saving grace. If they found out we had this kind of weapon, it would be used for the defense of Human Lives over the defense of the resources that would keep the rest of human civilization running. We can't allow that to happen. There's too much at stake. Can you handle this?"
"Yes sir. I'll get your man to the normal drop point at 06-32-6-2-122-2144"
"That's a good enough time for us. Get to it. Investor Board Representative, out."
---_*-_*-_NV_-*_-*_---
"Coming up on our destination captain."
"Navigator. Alter our warp to be a little bit outside of ship attack range at 10,000 kilometers from the lunar space station."
"Yes Sir!"
As the FTL drive activates the second particle accelerator, the entire ship hums with a new energy. But it is short-lived as the ship is within moments breaking out of warp space. The large cockpit window revealing the devastation before them. Calmly, knowing he is out of effective range, Null studies the battlescape before him.
"Mila, those look like plasma bolt weapons? Am I right?"
The deck officer stands up and walks next to her captain, "Yessir, the so-called thresh all seem to be using these weapons."
"How many of them between us and the Lunar station?"
"Only one that we cant sneak past sir."
"Alright, you! Gunnerman with the weirdly flat hair-cut! I want you on the EMP cannon. Have them load one round into the canister."
"One round sir??"
"Yes one! I dont need you wasting ammunition! Now get on the damn gun!"
The gunnerman runs to the cannon control, and preps it for use.
Mila takes a step forward tentatively."Sir... That thing is almost equivalent to a cruiser class if our sensors are correct... and it's sheilds are strong, we don't even know what the likely hood is that our EMP's can actually affect it. Certainly not with a single round!"
Null turns in his captains chair with a wickedly happy smile. "Just you watch... NAVIGATOR GUY!"
"Yessir!"
"FLY US DIRECTLY TOWARD THEIR MAIN GUN! LETS GIVE THESE ASSHOLES SOMETHING TO SHOOT AT!"
Mila steps forward again, this time in incredulance, "SIR??!?!"
Ignoring her, Null continues screaming orders at his crew with his insane smile, "NANO-CONTROL!"
Fearfully, a young crewwoman answers him in a high squeak, "sir?"
"RELEASE THE NANO CLOUD IN A PROTECT FORMATION! FORWARD HULL ONLY!"
Mila grabs the captains sleeve in desperation to make him understand his own insanity, shouting out to him as though it might reach his senses easier that way, "Captain!!! Those are HEAVY plasma cannons! The nano-drones will provide us with SECONDS of protection! Our sheilds? Might as well be tissue paper! We can easily dodge those bolts! We really only ought to worry about the interceptors that craft may have... We could alter our course, take defensive maneuvers and shoot past them straight to Luna..."
"NO! KEEP HER STEADY!"
As the Penumbra sails toward her target, the forward cannon on the enemy ship charges to fire a deadly green bolt, signaling it's impending birth with a bright neon glow.
"AIM THE FORWARD GUN AT ZERO DEGREES!"
Mila tries again to get her commanding officer to see reason..."Sir! Please we have to change course!"
"READY!"
One last time she pleads, using the name she never would use for him unless they were alone... "Null..."
Slightly surprised, Null looks at Mila to find her eyes filled with fear, truly believing they were about to die.
"Null... I... I love you..."
Smirking, Null turns his gaze to the cannon looming in front of him, and watches as the plasma stream fires, quickly burning through the nano cloud protecting the ship.
He turns to Mila, still smiling in a sideways sort of way, and answers her... "I know."
Then, turning to the window and taking a few steps forward, he shouts one more command.
"FIRE!"
The round rips through the plasma, for some reason ripping the streaming bolt into oozing glowing shreds and globlets floating in space and freezing solid. The crews of the Penumbra and many other ships watch in awe as the bullet travels straight along the beam, slowly making its way toward the cannon.
When it finally reaches its destination, there is a moment where nothing at all happens, cabins and portholes silent with bated breath.
Then it happens. The entire front end of the Thresh ship implodes, molten plasma gushing from its cracks and breakages. Cheers erupt in many places, but not in the Penumbra. Other crews had the ability to believe that the implosion was meant to happen, but aboard Null's ship, all the crew had resigned themselves to death, believing that the captain had meant to crash them into the hull in blazing sacrifice. They did not cheer, still disbelieving that their lives weren't forfeit.
Mila, being the only crew member not sitting down, collapsed to her knees, and let out a brief sob. Null, seeing this, walks back towards her and kneeling down, kisses the top of her head and leans in to whisper in her ear. "Plasma is guided by Electromagnets. An anomalic EM field in a pressurized tank of ferro plasma will burst the tank. Violently. It's science."
Then, standing up he turns and addresses his crew. "Have the nanos build a comm relay set to patch through this ship. We're gonna put those marines in contact with the fleet. Set a course for Luna-base. We've got a scientist to find." Smiling, Null Valorian walks off the bridge to his quarters, letting the pneumatic door hiss shut behind him.
Mila Fortunis stands, breathing deeply and regaining her formal composure. Looking around she sees everyone still staring at the destruction before them, motionless and in awe, still in the dark about what had just happened.
"You heard the man! Lets get moving people!"
Mila moves to the water tank at the refreshment station and takes a long pull. It was gonna be awhile before they reached Luna. Hopefully long enough for her to regain her nerves...
Null wakes up from his meager quarters a little more abruptly than he would have liked, something that had been happening more and more since the alliance made him captain.
Standing up and grabbing his uniform jacket, he presses the comm with his thumb, "Who the hell is it this time?"
The intercom rang back with his deck officers bell-like voice, "It seems like everyone. You've got messages and briefings waiting from half a dozen battalion admirals asking for assistance. But I knew you wouldn't want to be woken up for anything that wasn't marked time-sensitive."
"Well then why in God's Good name did you wake me up girl!"
"Sir... The investor is currently on the line..."
"Fierfek..." Exclaimed Null, using a madrossi swear word meaning poison. He quickly slipped into his jacket and began buttoning it on his way to the comm center.
"Patch it in!" He shouts upon reaching the room.
A holoscreen powers up in front of him, displaying the static ridden image of a silhouette. Null rolls his eyes. He never could understand the dramatic flair of the galactic underworld. "Valorian... I assume you have heard the recent news?"
"What recent news? I'm on my way back from a mission!"
"Ah yes, so I've heard. That Traxxin terrorist cell seems to have disappeared from my list of competitors... Good thing the alliance stumbled upon a holodisc detailing their location. I can't help but wonder how they got ahold of it though."
"Are you through gloating? Or are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Then you really don't know? Gaia and Luna are under attack."
Null sits down in the comm chair, slightly taken aback by the news..."Who would dare..."
"Our reports have most humans calling them thresh, not sure why yet, might have something to do with the ship appearances being similar to Thresher Maw's"
Null raises an eyebrow at the ancient video game reference.
"At any rate, I'm sure the alliance has asked you to handle any number of things, given your recent reputation. But I'm going to need you to give our people the priority."
"You've never asked me to do that before..."
"I know, but this time we have to protect a greater investment than our species military. I'm not going to prevent you from doing as you are ordered, but we need you doing our work first."
"What's this investment I'm supposed to be protecting now?"
"Alot of our Board Members have expressed an interest in reviving our superweapon defense programs, given recent events this is to be expected. The specific project, which I wont divulge any unneccessary information to you about, is called project Icarus. Unfortunately our head scientist is currently on Luna, under the protection of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd marines."
"If he's under military protection, then what's the issue?"
"The alliance cannot find out about project Icarus. You know how they don't like the private sector keeping military secrets. This man is not only the single man capable of making project Icarus a reality, but he also has in his custody the data chips that detail the machines construction requirements. We need him to get out of that damn station. The alliance cannot stick their noses into our resources searching for their saving grace. If they found out we had this kind of weapon, it would be used for the defense of Human Lives over the defense of the resources that would keep the rest of human civilization running. We can't allow that to happen. There's too much at stake. Can you handle this?"
"Yes sir. I'll get your man to the normal drop point at 06-32-6-2-122-2144"
"That's a good enough time for us. Get to it. Investor Board Representative, out."
"Coming up on our destination captain."
"Navigator. Alter our warp to be a little bit outside of ship attack range at 10,000 kilometers from the lunar space station."
"Yes Sir!"
As the FTL drive activates the second particle accelerator, the entire ship hums with a new energy. But it is short-lived as the ship is within moments breaking out of warp space. The large cockpit window revealing the devastation before them. Calmly, knowing he is out of effective range, Null studies the battlescape before him.
"Mila, those look like plasma bolt weapons? Am I right?"
The deck officer stands up and walks next to her captain, "Yessir, the so-called thresh all seem to be using these weapons."
"How many of them between us and the Lunar station?"
"Only one that we cant sneak past sir."
"Alright, you! Gunnerman with the weirdly flat hair-cut! I want you on the EMP cannon. Have them load one round into the canister."
"One round sir??"
"Yes one! I dont need you wasting ammunition! Now get on the damn gun!"
The gunnerman runs to the cannon control, and preps it for use.
Mila takes a step forward tentatively."Sir... That thing is almost equivalent to a cruiser class if our sensors are correct... and it's sheilds are strong, we don't even know what the likely hood is that our EMP's can actually affect it. Certainly not with a single round!"
Null turns in his captains chair with a wickedly happy smile. "Just you watch... NAVIGATOR GUY!"
"Yessir!"
"FLY US DIRECTLY TOWARD THEIR MAIN GUN! LETS GIVE THESE ASSHOLES SOMETHING TO SHOOT AT!"
Mila steps forward again, this time in incredulance, "SIR??!?!"
Ignoring her, Null continues screaming orders at his crew with his insane smile, "NANO-CONTROL!"
Fearfully, a young crewwoman answers him in a high squeak, "sir?"
"RELEASE THE NANO CLOUD IN A PROTECT FORMATION! FORWARD HULL ONLY!"
Mila grabs the captains sleeve in desperation to make him understand his own insanity, shouting out to him as though it might reach his senses easier that way, "Captain!!! Those are HEAVY plasma cannons! The nano-drones will provide us with SECONDS of protection! Our sheilds? Might as well be tissue paper! We can easily dodge those bolts! We really only ought to worry about the interceptors that craft may have... We could alter our course, take defensive maneuvers and shoot past them straight to Luna..."
"NO! KEEP HER STEADY!"
As the Penumbra sails toward her target, the forward cannon on the enemy ship charges to fire a deadly green bolt, signaling it's impending birth with a bright neon glow.
"AIM THE FORWARD GUN AT ZERO DEGREES!"
Mila tries again to get her commanding officer to see reason..."Sir! Please we have to change course!"
"READY!"
One last time she pleads, using the name she never would use for him unless they were alone... "Null..."
Slightly surprised, Null looks at Mila to find her eyes filled with fear, truly believing they were about to die.
"Null... I... I love you..."
Smirking, Null turns his gaze to the cannon looming in front of him, and watches as the plasma stream fires, quickly burning through the nano cloud protecting the ship.
He turns to Mila, still smiling in a sideways sort of way, and answers her... "I know."
Then, turning to the window and taking a few steps forward, he shouts one more command.
"FIRE!"
The round rips through the plasma, for some reason ripping the streaming bolt into oozing glowing shreds and globlets floating in space and freezing solid. The crews of the Penumbra and many other ships watch in awe as the bullet travels straight along the beam, slowly making its way toward the cannon.
When it finally reaches its destination, there is a moment where nothing at all happens, cabins and portholes silent with bated breath.
Then it happens. The entire front end of the Thresh ship implodes, molten plasma gushing from its cracks and breakages. Cheers erupt in many places, but not in the Penumbra. Other crews had the ability to believe that the implosion was meant to happen, but aboard Null's ship, all the crew had resigned themselves to death, believing that the captain had meant to crash them into the hull in blazing sacrifice. They did not cheer, still disbelieving that their lives weren't forfeit.
Mila, being the only crew member not sitting down, collapsed to her knees, and let out a brief sob. Null, seeing this, walks back towards her and kneeling down, kisses the top of her head and leans in to whisper in her ear. "Plasma is guided by Electromagnets. An anomalic EM field in a pressurized tank of ferro plasma will burst the tank. Violently. It's science."
Then, standing up he turns and addresses his crew. "Have the nanos build a comm relay set to patch through this ship. We're gonna put those marines in contact with the fleet. Set a course for Luna-base. We've got a scientist to find." Smiling, Null Valorian walks off the bridge to his quarters, letting the pneumatic door hiss shut behind him.
Mila Fortunis stands, breathing deeply and regaining her formal composure. Looking around she sees everyone still staring at the destruction before them, motionless and in awe, still in the dark about what had just happened.
"You heard the man! Lets get moving people!"
Mila moves to the water tank at the refreshment station and takes a long pull. It was gonna be awhile before they reached Luna. Hopefully long enough for her to regain her nerves...
Name: Miykael L'Ange (I know my name sounds like it came out of a fantasy novel but it is my name...)
Nickname: Miyka
Age:19
Gender:Male
Description: Male model and marketing consultant. (I get more work in the latter) heart condition that causes random palpitations.
Personality: Basically when I'm right, I'm right. Everything I say is backed by facts and information. I wont argue with you over any opinion but if you tell me one of my facts is wrong i will go off on you. I don't get stressed or angry, but I can be agressive on purpose. My emotions dont control me.
Appearance: 6ft tall, pale, medium build, long legs, eye's change from blue to green to grey depending on environment and mood (damnit I sound fake as hell, but its also true, my ID states that I legally have multicolored eyes because of this), Dirty blonde hair,
Physical capacity: High. i know how to conserve my strength and pace myself. i have alot of martial arts and swordsman training, I'm stronger than I look, able to lift things any strong-ish man could, I am very nimble and have spectacular jumping and grip due to freerunning
Backstory: Ah jeez... Grew up without a father because hes on the run from the FBI in Brasil, My mother is insane and thinks shes the greatest, smartest, person in the world. Except we found out when I was very young that I was far smarter than she was. This caused alot of conflict between us, especially because I didnt feel like living up to my "potential". She remarried twic, second husband was abusive and scarred me in verious ways for ten years while they were married, she divorced him and married this other guy whos really nice, but he deserves better, because shes off her damn rocker. I got myself charged as an adult for a crime I didnt commit when I was seventeen in order to become emancipated. It worked and I got out of jaiul in three weeks, and not actually being any kind of troublemaker, got 19 months cut off my probation, at which time I moved 2000 miles away from that crazy woman. i recently started working as a freelance male model, and a marketing consultant (basically i tell people if their commercials suck or not for money)
Weapons of choice: I know how to build crossbows from just about anything, varying in size and style. I also own a set of three katana that I would definately be strapping on in the event of world collapse.
Fears and weaknesses: I'm intimidated by heights, but not afraid of them enough to let them stop me from anything... I dont like daylight much... I feel exposed by it, like my natural talent at sneaking around is impeded by the presence of light. I have one knee that flares up in pain pretty randomly from it getting speared by an icicle once ( I used to be an roleplayer like you, but then I took an icicle to the knee), its healed, but theres a scar and it becomes painful to move from time to time. I usually ignore it. My palpitations though... they slow me down quite a bit...
Interests: Free-running, martial-arts, cooking, swordsmanship, painting, drawing, reading, writing, videogames, acting, directing, film, stage, photography, modeling, and the advancement of sexual prowess.
Other: I've told you my completely fukken ridiculous life story. What more do ya want?
Nickname: Miyka
Age:19
Gender:Male
Description: Male model and marketing consultant. (I get more work in the latter) heart condition that causes random palpitations.
Personality: Basically when I'm right, I'm right. Everything I say is backed by facts and information. I wont argue with you over any opinion but if you tell me one of my facts is wrong i will go off on you. I don't get stressed or angry, but I can be agressive on purpose. My emotions dont control me.
Appearance: 6ft tall, pale, medium build, long legs, eye's change from blue to green to grey depending on environment and mood (damnit I sound fake as hell, but its also true, my ID states that I legally have multicolored eyes because of this), Dirty blonde hair,
Physical capacity: High. i know how to conserve my strength and pace myself. i have alot of martial arts and swordsman training, I'm stronger than I look, able to lift things any strong-ish man could, I am very nimble and have spectacular jumping and grip due to freerunning
Backstory: Ah jeez... Grew up without a father because hes on the run from the FBI in Brasil, My mother is insane and thinks shes the greatest, smartest, person in the world. Except we found out when I was very young that I was far smarter than she was. This caused alot of conflict between us, especially because I didnt feel like living up to my "potential". She remarried twic, second husband was abusive and scarred me in verious ways for ten years while they were married, she divorced him and married this other guy whos really nice, but he deserves better, because shes off her damn rocker. I got myself charged as an adult for a crime I didnt commit when I was seventeen in order to become emancipated. It worked and I got out of jaiul in three weeks, and not actually being any kind of troublemaker, got 19 months cut off my probation, at which time I moved 2000 miles away from that crazy woman. i recently started working as a freelance male model, and a marketing consultant (basically i tell people if their commercials suck or not for money)
Weapons of choice: I know how to build crossbows from just about anything, varying in size and style. I also own a set of three katana that I would definately be strapping on in the event of world collapse.
Fears and weaknesses: I'm intimidated by heights, but not afraid of them enough to let them stop me from anything... I dont like daylight much... I feel exposed by it, like my natural talent at sneaking around is impeded by the presence of light. I have one knee that flares up in pain pretty randomly from it getting speared by an icicle once ( I used to be an roleplayer like you, but then I took an icicle to the knee), its healed, but theres a scar and it becomes painful to move from time to time. I usually ignore it. My palpitations though... they slow me down quite a bit...
Interests: Free-running, martial-arts, cooking, swordsmanship, painting, drawing, reading, writing, videogames, acting, directing, film, stage, photography, modeling, and the advancement of sexual prowess.
Other: I've told you my completely fukken ridiculous life story. What more do ya want?
Ahem... Fat Boy Kyle... *whispers* 'Heil Webster'.
Stitchblades said
Also i would suggest reading each others Cs sheets so we know how to help uses each other in battle ~ Like the Yellowstone will be hanging back providing a staging sort of area so when your ships run out of ammo or need repairs you can dock with mine ~ also when jumping to diferent sectors smaller Frigates/destroyers can dock to save on power~
Definitely. For instance the ANS Typhoon's weapon used in conjunction with my Nano-cloud? Anything not already ripped apart by that weapon would be unsheilded and easy pickings for my little robots to swoop in and decimate whatevers left.
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