Airlock
Commander Vellais nodded and continued to smile “ You had us worried for a bit, nevertheless it is nice to meet your race and your nation. I am Commander Velka Vellais of the Septonian Concordant, I command this Blackhole class vessel the Syren. These Aradites next to me are my Special forces operators, I am glad to meet another nation who thinks like we do.” she said as the operators bowed slightly. This was up there on the lists of odd meetings but it could of gone a lot worse, both the Lorca and the Aradites could be dead. For her first diplomatic action this was going well, especially after what just happened “ We apologize for being so secretive, events as of late have forced us to hide out here in space for a few days”. The interior of the ship was rather cold, due to being unpowered for days, ice crystals had stared to form on the wall in some places. Despite the cold, a small feast had been prepared for the guests of the normal Aradite wine and meats. Despite the extreme circumstances, Aradite customs were still followed to the letter “ If you would like, we have a small feast for you and your guests in the Officers mess. There we can probably speak more of the affairs in this part of the galaxy.”
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STC Syren
Airlock
As the airlock door opened Vellais quickly caught on to what was going on, she saw the refractive shimmer of their cloaking devices as they slowly moved through the docking bridge and into the staging room. ‘Are we getting boarded?’ was her first thought as she considered the pistol she had in her waistband. Inviting an alien race on her ship was risky but she did take precautions, she had at least three special forces operators covering her as she stood there, hands clasped behind her back. Two operators were sitting against the wall, acting like they were talking to each other while one was all the way down the hall with a rifle trained on the door itself. To the untrained eye this would like somewhat normal but others would be able to see it like it was. The two operators talking were armed but only minimally armored, their rifles laid out next to them as they alternated talking and looking towards the shimmering creatures at the door. The marksmen down the hall was the only operator in full armor, throwing a sheet over himself to blend into the color of the hallway. Even the Commander was in tactical position, offset from the center of the door by a couple centimeters, enough for a round to pass over her shoulder if need be.
“ Calm……” she said though her earpiece as the Lorca made there way into the ship before stopping. “ Do they expect us not to see them?” the marksmen said over the radio as he eyed the shimmering through his scope. Velais shrugged slightly before bowing towards the Lorca “ Welcome to the Syren” she said in Demioi as the translation unit on her hip roughly translated it into whatever language they spoke. Smiling as the cloaked creature responded with his own bow “ I apologize for the mess out in the vacuum, we are a little cautious as of late, but diplomacy can never end”. Vellais let out a short sigh before calling off the anti boarding action, resulting in the obvious release of tension from the men in the room. The two sitting operators let out a quiet chuckle as they picked their weapons up and placed them against the wall before getting up and walking to the commander’s side. The marksmen down the hallway was by far the most obvious, furiously ripping the sheet off his armored body and slinging the sniper rifle over his shoulder as he walked towards the group.
Airlock
As the airlock door opened Vellais quickly caught on to what was going on, she saw the refractive shimmer of their cloaking devices as they slowly moved through the docking bridge and into the staging room. ‘Are we getting boarded?’ was her first thought as she considered the pistol she had in her waistband. Inviting an alien race on her ship was risky but she did take precautions, she had at least three special forces operators covering her as she stood there, hands clasped behind her back. Two operators were sitting against the wall, acting like they were talking to each other while one was all the way down the hall with a rifle trained on the door itself. To the untrained eye this would like somewhat normal but others would be able to see it like it was. The two operators talking were armed but only minimally armored, their rifles laid out next to them as they alternated talking and looking towards the shimmering creatures at the door. The marksmen down the hall was the only operator in full armor, throwing a sheet over himself to blend into the color of the hallway. Even the Commander was in tactical position, offset from the center of the door by a couple centimeters, enough for a round to pass over her shoulder if need be.
“ Calm……” she said though her earpiece as the Lorca made there way into the ship before stopping. “ Do they expect us not to see them?” the marksmen said over the radio as he eyed the shimmering through his scope. Velais shrugged slightly before bowing towards the Lorca “ Welcome to the Syren” she said in Demioi as the translation unit on her hip roughly translated it into whatever language they spoke. Smiling as the cloaked creature responded with his own bow “ I apologize for the mess out in the vacuum, we are a little cautious as of late, but diplomacy can never end”. Vellais let out a short sigh before calling off the anti boarding action, resulting in the obvious release of tension from the men in the room. The two sitting operators let out a quiet chuckle as they picked their weapons up and placed them against the wall before getting up and walking to the commander’s side. The marksmen down the hallway was by far the most obvious, furiously ripping the sheet off his armored body and slinging the sniper rifle over his shoulder as he walked towards the group.
Nouvelle
Somewhere in Space
The commander had her Cryptology officer working hard on getting a rough translation programed into the system. After a an hour or two enough of the language had been analyzed that a rough translation had been achieved. Now whenever the Lorca sent them a message, it would be translated, even it would be a bad one. The radar officer who received their latest picture message couldn’t help but laugh as he watched it repeat over and over again. The Aradites also breathed oxygen so there would be no problem with compatibility, but it wasn’t something they accounted for. The meeting with the Alarai was now common knowledge amongst ship captains and was a running joke for diplomatic corps officers. Although the outcome was positive it was not something anyone wanted to repeat.
“ Send them a message back, tell them we have compatible atmospherics” Vellais said as her command console beeped again, displaying the message they just received from the ship. “We are the Lorca…” she read aloud before copying the message into her log for the day “ Good, now we know who these people are. Lets prepare for guests shall we..” the commander said as she walked off the bridge, towards the airlock.
Message to the Lorca Prowler
“ We breath oxygen as well”
( Picture attachment showing the chemical make up of oxygen and a green checkmark)
Somewhere in Space
The commander had her Cryptology officer working hard on getting a rough translation programed into the system. After a an hour or two enough of the language had been analyzed that a rough translation had been achieved. Now whenever the Lorca sent them a message, it would be translated, even it would be a bad one. The radar officer who received their latest picture message couldn’t help but laugh as he watched it repeat over and over again. The Aradites also breathed oxygen so there would be no problem with compatibility, but it wasn’t something they accounted for. The meeting with the Alarai was now common knowledge amongst ship captains and was a running joke for diplomatic corps officers. Although the outcome was positive it was not something anyone wanted to repeat.
“ Send them a message back, tell them we have compatible atmospherics” Vellais said as her command console beeped again, displaying the message they just received from the ship. “We are the Lorca…” she read aloud before copying the message into her log for the day “ Good, now we know who these people are. Lets prepare for guests shall we..” the commander said as she walked off the bridge, towards the airlock.
Message to the Lorca Prowler
“ We breath oxygen as well”
( Picture attachment showing the chemical make up of oxygen and a green checkmark)
Nouvelle
Somewhere in space
Vellais smirked and eyed the image they received “ Well I get it, but…..why so theatric” she said chuckling some. “ Ma’am! radar contact bearing 095! its the source of that last transmission.” the radar officer yelled, sounding quite surprised. Vela’s quickly brought up her rear cameras just in time to see the dot of the ship move across the sun before disappearing into the blackness of space. “ Give them two radar pings, one of our location and one for range. Track their heat signature and make sure that ping hits them directly, we can’t mess this on up.”. Commander Vellais chuckled as she thought about her next statement “ Send them a docking image as well……and try to make it look not so intimate please”.
Somewhere in space
Vellais smirked and eyed the image they received “ Well I get it, but…..why so theatric” she said chuckling some. “ Ma’am! radar contact bearing 095! its the source of that last transmission.” the radar officer yelled, sounding quite surprised. Vela’s quickly brought up her rear cameras just in time to see the dot of the ship move across the sun before disappearing into the blackness of space. “ Give them two radar pings, one of our location and one for range. Track their heat signature and make sure that ping hits them directly, we can’t mess this on up.”. Commander Vellais chuckled as she thought about her next statement “ Send them a docking image as well……and try to make it look not so intimate please”.
STC Syren
In the space around Nouvelle
“Ma’am! unencrypted signal originating close to our position……and the recon pair we sent hasn’t checked in yet.” the radar operator said with a slight sigh “ They haven’t checked in at any of their checkpoints and based on all the activity around the planet I have to assume the worst.”. Commander Vellais sighed and dropped her head for a moment, trying to shake the thought out of her mind. Loosing two members of a special forces team was like loosing your two front wheels in a car, part of their support structure was gone. She refused to believe they were dead, she would of heard something; a mayday call, secondary extract location or something regarding their status. The fact that they just disappeared was odd and made her wonder why the enemy ships left in such a hurry, this was all pushed to the back of her mind however as she thought about this new alien contact. “ document the vector the enemy took on the way out of the system and trace that transmission back to an area.” she said flatly, watching her bridge crew go about their tasks. “ The signal originated somewhere behind us, we didn’t intercept until it had already past the Syren. Who ever sent it obviously knows what they are doing” the radar officer said, sounding a little worried. “ Why is that?” Cmdr Vellais said, lifting a brow as she turned towards her star chart to study possible locations. “ They sent the transmission and probably turned off their systems, keeping the source unknown unless………” was all the officer said before getting cut off by the commander “ Yes yes, unless we were deliberately looking for it. Play the message…..” she said, sounding a little annoyed.
The harsh alien language played through the speakers on the bridge as the message played before abruptly cutting off. No one understood anything of what was said but it was obviously somebody new to this galactic mix. Once agin the decision rested with the lone ship captain, making Commander Vellais chuckle as she remembered part of her training.
“ You will make decisions that will mean the life or death of your crew and you will make decisions that will mean life or death for the Concordant as a whole. As ship captains, you are fathers, mothers, leaders and ambassadors. Placed on your shoulders is the weight of our entire existence, you will be asked to make decisions that are far above your station. So listen when I tell you this ladies and gentlemen, you MUST make the right decision.”
She would never forget that speech for as long as she lived, but Vellais never thought that it would happen during her first command. “ Power up just the rear short range communications array and send a burst message, just to let them know someone is out here” the message was sent in an area behind them, able to be picked up by whoever was back there.
Message: This is the STC Syren, please identify yourselves
In the space around Nouvelle
“Ma’am! unencrypted signal originating close to our position……and the recon pair we sent hasn’t checked in yet.” the radar operator said with a slight sigh “ They haven’t checked in at any of their checkpoints and based on all the activity around the planet I have to assume the worst.”. Commander Vellais sighed and dropped her head for a moment, trying to shake the thought out of her mind. Loosing two members of a special forces team was like loosing your two front wheels in a car, part of their support structure was gone. She refused to believe they were dead, she would of heard something; a mayday call, secondary extract location or something regarding their status. The fact that they just disappeared was odd and made her wonder why the enemy ships left in such a hurry, this was all pushed to the back of her mind however as she thought about this new alien contact. “ document the vector the enemy took on the way out of the system and trace that transmission back to an area.” she said flatly, watching her bridge crew go about their tasks. “ The signal originated somewhere behind us, we didn’t intercept until it had already past the Syren. Who ever sent it obviously knows what they are doing” the radar officer said, sounding a little worried. “ Why is that?” Cmdr Vellais said, lifting a brow as she turned towards her star chart to study possible locations. “ They sent the transmission and probably turned off their systems, keeping the source unknown unless………” was all the officer said before getting cut off by the commander “ Yes yes, unless we were deliberately looking for it. Play the message…..” she said, sounding a little annoyed.
The harsh alien language played through the speakers on the bridge as the message played before abruptly cutting off. No one understood anything of what was said but it was obviously somebody new to this galactic mix. Once agin the decision rested with the lone ship captain, making Commander Vellais chuckle as she remembered part of her training.
“ You will make decisions that will mean the life or death of your crew and you will make decisions that will mean life or death for the Concordant as a whole. As ship captains, you are fathers, mothers, leaders and ambassadors. Placed on your shoulders is the weight of our entire existence, you will be asked to make decisions that are far above your station. So listen when I tell you this ladies and gentlemen, you MUST make the right decision.”
She would never forget that speech for as long as she lived, but Vellais never thought that it would happen during her first command. “ Power up just the rear short range communications array and send a burst message, just to let them know someone is out here” the message was sent in an area behind them, able to be picked up by whoever was back there.
Message: This is the STC Syren, please identify yourselves
These are people who would rather die horrible slow deaths then betray their countrymen. You can make them vegetables but getting any information out of them is going to be hard. Oh, and dont take youe eyes off them, they will take every opportunity to escape
Once again wilson, you underestimate the mental toughness of a Aradite armed forces member. If they were resistant to the translation spell then they could be resistant to other magic as well. Pain and conventional torture will still be effective but thats why my special operators have been trained in anti interrogation techniques, think SERE school.
Why kill themselves? and you underestimate the mental toughness of an Septonian special operator. Ill make a post sometime to show you the training they go through.
Oooooh torture, good luck getting anything out of them
Falacia Asteroid
“Sir…sir” an operator said, trying to get Gul’s attention. “ They moved, I feel like this is the only shot we are going to get” he said placing a navigation marker on the Iscandarians loading the shuttle. Gul increased the magnification on his visor and studied what they were unloading for a moment before looking back towards the empty entrance. This was going to be risky, the only way they would make it across in time was to quickly hop from crater to crater. He would leave one man on overwatch to observe the unloading party, just in case they decided to head back their way.
Placing his marksmen on overwatch Gul and the rest of the team made their first leap towards the closest crater, everyone landing within 5 feet of another operator. As Gul peaked his head over the crest of the crater to eye their next jump he heard a crisp “ Wait” over the radio. Gul quickly pulled his head back down into the hole and waited for the green light to jump again. “ Clear, 20 seconds” the marksmen said over the radio as he observed the team make their second leap into another crater. Operating in zero G was disorienting but very fulfilling when done right, luckily his team had the opportunity to practice often. “ Clear, 10 seconds” the marksmen said as Gul peaked his head over the crest of this crater. They were now within hand grenade range of the entrance, close enough to see the details printed on the metal. They would have to slice the door, probably with a plasma torch and crowbar. It was always funny how some tools never changed no matter the age. The crowbar, an archaic tool to the Aradites hadn’t changed since created, just hardened for tougher metals. As Gul dropped back down into the crater, he floated their for a bit before turning himself around to look at the rest of his team. After tapping his helmet with a closed fist he held up two fingers and pointed towards the door, indicating that he wanted the breacher to be first and to move on the door in pairs. Even though the team had closed communications and sound insulated power armor, the team relied on hand signals. Aradite troops commonly train without their armor, just to add that extra challenge. Hand signals were an integral part of the training for these special operators and they used them in lieu of talking. It is common for these missions to happen without any dialogue between the team members, only hand signals.
The team understood and quickly arranged themselves accordingly. waiting for the green light from the marksmen. “ Clear……uh….looks like for a while now” he said as he watched the guards struggle with a particularly heavy package, finishing his sentence with a slight chuckle. Gul instantly took the opportunity and ordered the first pair across, watching them sail close to the ground before gently landing on the entrance itself and begin the breaching process. The breacher reached back and pulled the plasma torch over his shoulder from where it was stowed in his pack before activating it, waiting a few seconds for it to heat before sticking in between the frame and the door. After a couple seconds the breacher had burned a small hole through the door and the lock before pulling it out. One thing that caught his eye was the fact that no oxygen had escaped when he breached the door, this led him to believe that this was an airlock entrance. The operator with the crowbar took the breachers place and quickly jammed the flat end into the hole before violently jerking it back towards him, making the door crack open slightly. After a few more violent pulls, the door was open enough to allow the pair to enter the room, waving the rest of the team in. The marksmen would stay behind to cover their exit, watching as the team pulled the door closed behind them, sealing the hole with some sort of putty. Looking around to make sure the team was ready, Gul pressed the only button on in the room, pressurizing the airlock and opening the door into the interior of the facility
Facility A-1
The Iscandarians monologue was mostly a mix of gibberish and noise to the half awake Aradites. The jolt of pain tore them from their stupor quickly however, making them observe their surrounding. “ Damn…..” Kacha said quietly, testing the restraints strength against his own before looking over towards Ura. Ura had his head lazily hanging to the side as he laid against the restraints, looking rather sick. A few moments later he vomited on the interior of the glass case, suddenly seeming rather awake “ Rough wake up” he said in a raspy tone before turning to look up towards Kacha “ She wants us to betray our nation and tell her where our worlds are…” he said with a half smirk. Kacha rolled his eyes and looked the Iscandarian in the eyes before calmly speaking “ I am sorry miss, I cannot answer that question” he said in a practiced way.
“Sir…sir” an operator said, trying to get Gul’s attention. “ They moved, I feel like this is the only shot we are going to get” he said placing a navigation marker on the Iscandarians loading the shuttle. Gul increased the magnification on his visor and studied what they were unloading for a moment before looking back towards the empty entrance. This was going to be risky, the only way they would make it across in time was to quickly hop from crater to crater. He would leave one man on overwatch to observe the unloading party, just in case they decided to head back their way.
Placing his marksmen on overwatch Gul and the rest of the team made their first leap towards the closest crater, everyone landing within 5 feet of another operator. As Gul peaked his head over the crest of the crater to eye their next jump he heard a crisp “ Wait” over the radio. Gul quickly pulled his head back down into the hole and waited for the green light to jump again. “ Clear, 20 seconds” the marksmen said over the radio as he observed the team make their second leap into another crater. Operating in zero G was disorienting but very fulfilling when done right, luckily his team had the opportunity to practice often. “ Clear, 10 seconds” the marksmen said as Gul peaked his head over the crest of this crater. They were now within hand grenade range of the entrance, close enough to see the details printed on the metal. They would have to slice the door, probably with a plasma torch and crowbar. It was always funny how some tools never changed no matter the age. The crowbar, an archaic tool to the Aradites hadn’t changed since created, just hardened for tougher metals. As Gul dropped back down into the crater, he floated their for a bit before turning himself around to look at the rest of his team. After tapping his helmet with a closed fist he held up two fingers and pointed towards the door, indicating that he wanted the breacher to be first and to move on the door in pairs. Even though the team had closed communications and sound insulated power armor, the team relied on hand signals. Aradite troops commonly train without their armor, just to add that extra challenge. Hand signals were an integral part of the training for these special operators and they used them in lieu of talking. It is common for these missions to happen without any dialogue between the team members, only hand signals.
The team understood and quickly arranged themselves accordingly. waiting for the green light from the marksmen. “ Clear……uh….looks like for a while now” he said as he watched the guards struggle with a particularly heavy package, finishing his sentence with a slight chuckle. Gul instantly took the opportunity and ordered the first pair across, watching them sail close to the ground before gently landing on the entrance itself and begin the breaching process. The breacher reached back and pulled the plasma torch over his shoulder from where it was stowed in his pack before activating it, waiting a few seconds for it to heat before sticking in between the frame and the door. After a couple seconds the breacher had burned a small hole through the door and the lock before pulling it out. One thing that caught his eye was the fact that no oxygen had escaped when he breached the door, this led him to believe that this was an airlock entrance. The operator with the crowbar took the breachers place and quickly jammed the flat end into the hole before violently jerking it back towards him, making the door crack open slightly. After a few more violent pulls, the door was open enough to allow the pair to enter the room, waving the rest of the team in. The marksmen would stay behind to cover their exit, watching as the team pulled the door closed behind them, sealing the hole with some sort of putty. Looking around to make sure the team was ready, Gul pressed the only button on in the room, pressurizing the airlock and opening the door into the interior of the facility
Facility A-1
The Iscandarians monologue was mostly a mix of gibberish and noise to the half awake Aradites. The jolt of pain tore them from their stupor quickly however, making them observe their surrounding. “ Damn…..” Kacha said quietly, testing the restraints strength against his own before looking over towards Ura. Ura had his head lazily hanging to the side as he laid against the restraints, looking rather sick. A few moments later he vomited on the interior of the glass case, suddenly seeming rather awake “ Rough wake up” he said in a raspy tone before turning to look up towards Kacha “ She wants us to betray our nation and tell her where our worlds are…” he said with a half smirk. Kacha rolled his eyes and looked the Iscandarian in the eyes before calmly speaking “ I am sorry miss, I cannot answer that question” he said in a practiced way.
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