Apollo26 said
^^^^^^!!!MORE IC LESS OOC, DANKE SCHOEN!!!
^^^ ( the second post is more IC related) but can we just stop the bitching. Make your nations kill each other if you want to hate eachother but keep it out of the ooc.
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^^^ ( the second post is more IC related) but can we just stop the bitching. Make your nations kill each other if you want to hate eachother but keep it out of the ooc.
LaX, I gotta post for ya, and Ill respond to your post in a sec Duck
STC Acheron ( BH-23)
Conduction Long Range Recon Patrol, running stealth protocols
Deep Space, Alari Abyss ( Stalking the pearl fleet)
Lt Cmdr. Zilicin
“ Stalk….stalk….stalk, if I was hunting, I would have at least taken a shot by now.” said the weapons officer turning his head towards the officer next to him. “ Would you want to shoot at that?” said the radar officer pointing towards the mass of ships to their front. The radar and the view screen was filled with hundreds, maybe even thousands of ships, all of them outclassing the Acheron. “ No, this would be a one way fight, I doubt wed even dent anything over there” the commander said before getting up and walking to the star map, marking there location. “ How this force surprised us is beyond me? either they have been here sitting dormant for a bit or their radar defeat is insane” Zilicin shrugged “ Either way, they will find us, its just a matter of time”. One of em is going to get close enough to visually spot us or they will see us when we move”. The commander sighed and walked to the fore view screen looking at the shimmering expanse of ship before him, then almost as an after thought turned towards the communications officer “ Hail them and shut off the stealth protocols, we are going to find out what they want”. The entire crew looked shocked for a minute before realizing that he was in fact serious and went about contacting the unknown ships.
Sent message-Burst traffic
“ Unknown vessels, This is the STC Acheron of the Septonian Concordant. We wish to make peaceful contact”
STC Jaques ( BH-44)
Crash landed on New Condia
Cmdr. Deaxja ( KIA)
Lt. Cmdr Sinidas Kalai ( Now in Command)
The smell of burning flesh and the pain in his ribs roused sidings from his stupor, he didn’t remember much of the crash. He was knocked unconscious after the engines exploded and half assumed he was dead when he woke up. As he slowly yet painfully rose to a sitting position, he realized that he was laying on the bridge, in some sort of throw together triage unit. A member of the medical team noticed him sitting up and immediately went over the brief him on the situation, quickly running over to kneel beside him “ Sir, I must be brief but you are in command now, Commander Deaxja is dead and some alien force has the ship surrounded.” she said before her attention was called elsewhere “ Gotta go..” she said quickly before getting up and walking away.
Sinidas slowly got to his feet and walked off the bridge, moving towards the now exposed engineering deck. The halls were packed with crewmen with rifles and light armor, moving weapons and ammunition down to the engineering deck. The ship looked relatively fine on the inside but he expected the exterior to be much worse. Sidings wasn’t a Naval officer, he was a Marine special operations officer, but he was the highest ranking officer left. His plan was to defend this ship with his life if need be, there were things on this ship that no one could get their hands on. Throughout training Sinidas was taught to ignore the impulses his mind gave off and focus on the task at hand, but he couldn’t shake the calm feeling he felt. Despite the chaos, he was pretty at ease, should really help if they ended up getting into a firefight.
Down in engineering the crew has set up defensible fighting positions with machine guns and even a recoiless rifle. It never ceased to amaze him how much the crew could do in such a short amount of time. They even took the 20mm point defense turrets out of the mounts and placed them on the fighting positions around the perimeter of the ship. To anyone watching it would look like the crew of the Jaques was setting up for a fight.
Conduction Long Range Recon Patrol, running stealth protocols
Deep Space, Alari Abyss ( Stalking the pearl fleet)
Lt Cmdr. Zilicin
“ Stalk….stalk….stalk, if I was hunting, I would have at least taken a shot by now.” said the weapons officer turning his head towards the officer next to him. “ Would you want to shoot at that?” said the radar officer pointing towards the mass of ships to their front. The radar and the view screen was filled with hundreds, maybe even thousands of ships, all of them outclassing the Acheron. “ No, this would be a one way fight, I doubt wed even dent anything over there” the commander said before getting up and walking to the star map, marking there location. “ How this force surprised us is beyond me? either they have been here sitting dormant for a bit or their radar defeat is insane” Zilicin shrugged “ Either way, they will find us, its just a matter of time”. One of em is going to get close enough to visually spot us or they will see us when we move”. The commander sighed and walked to the fore view screen looking at the shimmering expanse of ship before him, then almost as an after thought turned towards the communications officer “ Hail them and shut off the stealth protocols, we are going to find out what they want”. The entire crew looked shocked for a minute before realizing that he was in fact serious and went about contacting the unknown ships.
Sent message-Burst traffic
“ Unknown vessels, This is the STC Acheron of the Septonian Concordant. We wish to make peaceful contact”
STC Jaques ( BH-44)
Crash landed on New Condia
Cmdr. Deaxja ( KIA)
Lt. Cmdr Sinidas Kalai ( Now in Command)
The smell of burning flesh and the pain in his ribs roused sidings from his stupor, he didn’t remember much of the crash. He was knocked unconscious after the engines exploded and half assumed he was dead when he woke up. As he slowly yet painfully rose to a sitting position, he realized that he was laying on the bridge, in some sort of throw together triage unit. A member of the medical team noticed him sitting up and immediately went over the brief him on the situation, quickly running over to kneel beside him “ Sir, I must be brief but you are in command now, Commander Deaxja is dead and some alien force has the ship surrounded.” she said before her attention was called elsewhere “ Gotta go..” she said quickly before getting up and walking away.
Sinidas slowly got to his feet and walked off the bridge, moving towards the now exposed engineering deck. The halls were packed with crewmen with rifles and light armor, moving weapons and ammunition down to the engineering deck. The ship looked relatively fine on the inside but he expected the exterior to be much worse. Sidings wasn’t a Naval officer, he was a Marine special operations officer, but he was the highest ranking officer left. His plan was to defend this ship with his life if need be, there were things on this ship that no one could get their hands on. Throughout training Sinidas was taught to ignore the impulses his mind gave off and focus on the task at hand, but he couldn’t shake the calm feeling he felt. Despite the chaos, he was pretty at ease, should really help if they ended up getting into a firefight.
Down in engineering the crew has set up defensible fighting positions with machine guns and even a recoiless rifle. It never ceased to amaze him how much the crew could do in such a short amount of time. They even took the 20mm point defense turrets out of the mounts and placed them on the fighting positions around the perimeter of the ship. To anyone watching it would look like the crew of the Jaques was setting up for a fight.
I was going to blame it on ethreals, but after writing it I decided that shit just happened. Like the whole mass effect thing " That shell might travel through space and hit someone in a thousand years". I pretty much just pressed the delete button on one of my units, that not against the rules is it
^^^^^^!!!
MORE IC LESS OOC, DANKE SCHOEN!!!
MORE IC LESS OOC, DANKE SCHOEN!!!
I will get a-writin
Youd prob run into one of my LRRP ( Long Range Recon Patrols) pretty much just a blackhole ship out in the middle of nowhere. Ill start writing if ya wanna make it happen. I also have a ship that crashed on New Condia if you wanna harass/ help em
More IC less OOC, Danke!
Well I posted around your forces Kyelin, you should be seeing a Septonian blackhole class ship falling through the atmosphere soon.
Special Forces Group 1
Two man Recon team
Unknown Planet ( Cherac,Nouvelle)
Sgt. Decroix ( Kacha)
Cpl. La’vrue ( Ura)
The situation on the ground was getting more interesting by the second, first the discovery of a new species kept the pair busy writing reports but the introduction of these new beings really put them on alert. These new beings were obviously a space-faring society, and given the quality of their powered armor they also looked fairly advanced. Ura the spotter in the sniper pair was busy, observing the two beings converse and drawing a sketch of the area. All of the buildings, terrain and features were document and labeled with ranges and dimensions. He also had rough sketch of both beings, their height, estimated weight and muscle structure. Kacha who was the shooter of the pair, was busy furiously typing a report to send back to their ship in orbit.
Their hide was a small trench cut into the mountainside, just big enough for both of them to lay side by side. They did an excellent job of camouflaging the hide, the trench was deep enough to lay down in without being seen and covered with fairly rigid sheet with the natural dirt and vegetation on top. Towards the front of the trench was a small slit for the rifle and spotting scope to see through. The mission was only supposed to last a couple hours but it had been extended twice now, the pair had been out in the field for a day and a half, eating cold rations and bagging their own waste.
With a sigh Kacha closed the armored laptop, pushing it over to the side as he looked through the rifle scope once again, “ Anything change?” he said obviously uninterested with the answer. Ura’s response was a chuckle and a quick “nope”. Kacha sighed a little louder then normal and moved his eye back behind the scope, moving the crosshairs over the torso of the armored being, making a gunshot noise with his mouth before letting go of the rifle and turning over to lay on his back. “ When is our extract” he said, turning his head towards Ura who held the long range radio for the pair. “ Good question, tomorrow? Maybe later tonight?” Ura said as he switched on the radio laying between them and put on his helmet. “ STC Syren, this is Hawk 2….” he said quickly as he waited for the response from the ship.
STC Syren ( BH-109)
Running Stealth protocols around the planet Nouvelle
Cmdr. Vellais
“ Are they fucking insane!” Cmdr.Vellais nearly screamed as the communications officer relayed their message. “ The could compromise our position!, do they even know the situation up here?!”. The communications officer shrugged, obviously completed drained from spending the past day under stealth conditions. At this point uniforms became optional, men and women walked around in armor underlays and underwear to combat the heat. The deck was slick with the constant sweating of the crew and the smell was that of a gym that was not allowed to be aired out. During Stealth protocols all heat-sinks and engines are masked, with their exhaust being recycled back into the ship and purified. The result is a dramatic increase of temperature inside the ship while removing the thermal presence of the ship completely. Radar dampening and communications discipline make the ship a virtual black hole on radars, someone would have to visually locate the ship the detect it, which would be very hard in space.
“What should our reply be ma’am?” he said turning his head towards the commander, watching her struggle to decide what to do. The commander looked at the star chart on the display for a moment“ We will extract them tonight, brief the pilots and lets move off to a good stand off distance. There we can disengage these bloody protocols and relax a bit”. There was a collective sigh of relief from the crew as she announced her plans and they quickly set about completing their newly assigned tasks.
STC Jaques ( BH-44)
Recon patrol over unknown planet ( New Condia)
Cmdr. Deaxja
The commander sipped his tea as he walked around the bridge, looking into the different stations to make sure everything was functioning properly. It was the off hours and only a skeleton crew was on the bridge, everyone else was asleep or on their way there. Things had been quiet since they left Tasoshe, save for the occasional vessel that shot past. The cruise was peaceful so far and he liked it that way, a far cry from his previous assignments.
“Sir?….Im picking up a radiation warning on the long range scanner, looks like a……weapons discharge” The commander took a couple steps back and barely got a glimpse of the reading before the beam hit the vessel towards the stern knocking one of the port engines out. The shot could be felt throughout the ship, violently shaking the bridge. “ Damage control!, get me reports now!” the commander yelled “ Get Everyone to combat stations”. Alarms sounded throughout the ship as people began to react to the attack, staggering to their posts as they fought the worsening vibration throughout the ship. Commander Deaxja read the damage reports as they streamed across his command display, quickly assessing the condition of the ship. The port-side external engine was completely destroyed and firing rapidly, threatening to cause the other engines to ignite as well. “Shutdown the port side” propulsion he screamed towards the propulsion officer before another explosion racked the vessel, this time from within. The entire rear port side exploded as the destroyed thruster cooked off the remaining damaged boosters on that side, sending the ship into a gentle counter-clockwise spin towards the planet. As the reactor cut out, the emergency protocols activated, sending a long rage ‘Mayday’ transmission into space.
Two man Recon team
Unknown Planet ( Cherac,Nouvelle)
Sgt. Decroix ( Kacha)
Cpl. La’vrue ( Ura)
The situation on the ground was getting more interesting by the second, first the discovery of a new species kept the pair busy writing reports but the introduction of these new beings really put them on alert. These new beings were obviously a space-faring society, and given the quality of their powered armor they also looked fairly advanced. Ura the spotter in the sniper pair was busy, observing the two beings converse and drawing a sketch of the area. All of the buildings, terrain and features were document and labeled with ranges and dimensions. He also had rough sketch of both beings, their height, estimated weight and muscle structure. Kacha who was the shooter of the pair, was busy furiously typing a report to send back to their ship in orbit.
Their hide was a small trench cut into the mountainside, just big enough for both of them to lay side by side. They did an excellent job of camouflaging the hide, the trench was deep enough to lay down in without being seen and covered with fairly rigid sheet with the natural dirt and vegetation on top. Towards the front of the trench was a small slit for the rifle and spotting scope to see through. The mission was only supposed to last a couple hours but it had been extended twice now, the pair had been out in the field for a day and a half, eating cold rations and bagging their own waste.
With a sigh Kacha closed the armored laptop, pushing it over to the side as he looked through the rifle scope once again, “ Anything change?” he said obviously uninterested with the answer. Ura’s response was a chuckle and a quick “nope”. Kacha sighed a little louder then normal and moved his eye back behind the scope, moving the crosshairs over the torso of the armored being, making a gunshot noise with his mouth before letting go of the rifle and turning over to lay on his back. “ When is our extract” he said, turning his head towards Ura who held the long range radio for the pair. “ Good question, tomorrow? Maybe later tonight?” Ura said as he switched on the radio laying between them and put on his helmet. “ STC Syren, this is Hawk 2….” he said quickly as he waited for the response from the ship.
STC Syren ( BH-109)
Running Stealth protocols around the planet Nouvelle
Cmdr. Vellais
“ Are they fucking insane!” Cmdr.Vellais nearly screamed as the communications officer relayed their message. “ The could compromise our position!, do they even know the situation up here?!”. The communications officer shrugged, obviously completed drained from spending the past day under stealth conditions. At this point uniforms became optional, men and women walked around in armor underlays and underwear to combat the heat. The deck was slick with the constant sweating of the crew and the smell was that of a gym that was not allowed to be aired out. During Stealth protocols all heat-sinks and engines are masked, with their exhaust being recycled back into the ship and purified. The result is a dramatic increase of temperature inside the ship while removing the thermal presence of the ship completely. Radar dampening and communications discipline make the ship a virtual black hole on radars, someone would have to visually locate the ship the detect it, which would be very hard in space.
“What should our reply be ma’am?” he said turning his head towards the commander, watching her struggle to decide what to do. The commander looked at the star chart on the display for a moment“ We will extract them tonight, brief the pilots and lets move off to a good stand off distance. There we can disengage these bloody protocols and relax a bit”. There was a collective sigh of relief from the crew as she announced her plans and they quickly set about completing their newly assigned tasks.
STC Jaques ( BH-44)
Recon patrol over unknown planet ( New Condia)
Cmdr. Deaxja
The commander sipped his tea as he walked around the bridge, looking into the different stations to make sure everything was functioning properly. It was the off hours and only a skeleton crew was on the bridge, everyone else was asleep or on their way there. Things had been quiet since they left Tasoshe, save for the occasional vessel that shot past. The cruise was peaceful so far and he liked it that way, a far cry from his previous assignments.
“Sir?….Im picking up a radiation warning on the long range scanner, looks like a……weapons discharge” The commander took a couple steps back and barely got a glimpse of the reading before the beam hit the vessel towards the stern knocking one of the port engines out. The shot could be felt throughout the ship, violently shaking the bridge. “ Damage control!, get me reports now!” the commander yelled “ Get Everyone to combat stations”. Alarms sounded throughout the ship as people began to react to the attack, staggering to their posts as they fought the worsening vibration throughout the ship. Commander Deaxja read the damage reports as they streamed across his command display, quickly assessing the condition of the ship. The port-side external engine was completely destroyed and firing rapidly, threatening to cause the other engines to ignite as well. “Shutdown the port side” propulsion he screamed towards the propulsion officer before another explosion racked the vessel, this time from within. The entire rear port side exploded as the destroyed thruster cooked off the remaining damaged boosters on that side, sending the ship into a gentle counter-clockwise spin towards the planet. As the reactor cut out, the emergency protocols activated, sending a long rage ‘Mayday’ transmission into space.
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