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48,002 | 1,298 | 38 | 2,096 | 5,087 | You're going to regret saying those words, Michelle said. "I'm not part of the Ritual Summoning course, but on behalf of them, I can guarantee your ass on a golden platter!" She raised her arm and brought in down in front of her, turning on her Duel Disk. "No one is going to insult my friend like that and get away with it! Duel me!" she snarled at Korbin, her expression showing that she is very serious. | Name:
lleywin glyndwr
Age:14
Grade:9
Class attended: Xyz
Appearance:
lleywin stands at a good 5'10 with dark brown hair and eyes, he tends to wear a black leather jacket with red stitching to match his monsters, his jeans has an extra pocket in which he stores his spare cards,On his wrist is a s watch which attaches to his duel disk. he prefers to wear black nike airmax trainers for comfort and on his wrists are bikers gloves to help him with carpal tunnel syndrome.
Personality:
lleywin tends to be more quiet and focused in duels, focusing on countering his opponent with cards like infection infestation and magic cylinder while using vylon disigma and evilswarm bahumut to use the opponent's cards against them. In normal life, he dreams of becoming a famous duelist and so learns everything he can to help him achieve this goal
Monsters(29)
ES castor x3
ES thunderbird x3
ES salamdra x3
ES Hraesvelg x3
ES azzathoth x3
ES kerykeion x3
ES mandragora x3
Kagetokage x3
Dark armed dragon x2
Effect veiler x3
Spell and traps(49)
Infestion infection x3
infestion epidemic x3
dark illusion x3
deck devastation virus x3
call of the haunted x3
monster reborn x3
creeping darkness x3
return from a different dimension x3
chaos zone x3
Xyz reborn x3
generation force x2
burial from a different dimension x3
gold sarcophagus x1
pot of dichotomy x3
allure of darkness x3
last turn<FORBIDDEN
axe of dispair x3
big bang shot x3
Extra deck:
Xyz:
ES bahumut x2
ES nightmare x1
ES ouroboros x1
ES ophion x1
king of the feral imps x1
Daigusto emeral x2
evolzaur laggia x1
evolzaur dolkka x1
Number 66:master key beetle x1
Backstory: not going to reveal much yet because it's going to be a major part of my private storyline, what i will explain is that number 66 is a huge part of it because of a troubled childhood and i really want to keep number 66 as part of my posts
OOC:is it just me or does number 66 remind you of the gate to hell |
48,003 | 1,298 | 39 | 2,295 | 427 | Korbin stopped in his track as the notion of a duel was brought up. He turned around to face his challenger. It had been a while since someone had actually challenged him to a duel. He smirked, unzipping his bag and preparing for the upcoming duel. "Alright. I'll make your defeat quick. Like I said, I've somewhere to be. What's your name?" | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,004 | 1,298 | 40 | 1,968 | 1,268 | I now activate the effect of 'Mask of Weakness', which will reduce the ATK of the 'Lava Golem' I so kindly gave to you by 700 points, Kaeru said, his face obscured by a mask that looked like a zombie's bloodthirsty countenance. "With that done, I now will have my 'Red-Eyes Zombie Dragon' attack and destroy 'Lava Golem'."
The infernal dragon raised its head, its maws filling with a wispy blue flame. When it lowered its head again, the flames roared outward, engulfing and destroying 'Lava Golem'. "Now, because 'Lava Golem' is treated as a Zombie-Type monster by the effect of 'Zombie World', I can Special Summon it to my field in Attack Position when it is destroyed by 'Red-Eyes'! Now, to remove this facade," he continued, taking the mask from his face, revealing a look of anger. "It's time . . . 'Lava Golem'! End this Duel with a direct attack!"
A flood of magma poured from the massive monstrosity, burning away what remained of his opponent's Life Points. As he turned and left, his more joyful personality took over to a bit of an extreme. He donned his Mexican mask again and actually began scaring other students between his suddenly bubbly demeanor and the celebratory songs he had begun to sing. Any crude remarks they made, he simply shrugged off. Their reactions didn't matter. He was happy, and that was what mattered to him. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
---
Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,005 | 1,298 | 41 | 120 | 688 | Interesting battles.commented a girl to herself, always staying towards the back of the massive groups that form around the on going duels. Her gold eyes examined each and every move while her hand wrote on the page of the small notebook she had in her free hand. She didn't need to look down at what she was writing to know what she was writing about exactly. Isn't multi-tasking great? In all truth she was writing things down around interesting duelists and their styles along with their most used strategy for her to study and learn from along with just being prepared just in case she is prepared up against any of them in the near or far future.
Amaya didn't really blend in with the group since she wasn't one for cheering and all that at these duels...To here their was no sense other then to raise the anxiety of a duelist to make a mistake due to ego or to simply cause one to not concentrate on the match at hand. Plus, all this shouting and cheering must hurt one's lungs cause it certainly hurt her ears. She adjusted some of her hair to behind her shoulder while watching the duel "There are some very interesting and probably powerful duelists facing each other "I don't think my deck can handle these duels.."She said to herself getting kind of worried that she might not be up to these other duelist's level of dueling "I hope I know what I am doing brother...you had faith in me....give me some of that faith."She whispered to herself gently.
Amaya took a deep breath before shaking the bad thoughts out of her head before she continued to watch the match and take notes. | Name: Amaya Yashia
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Course Attended: Synchro
Personality: Amaya has a very quite and shy personality. She is the type of girl that whether stay in the back and let someone else more deserving have the spotlight. She hates being the center of attention and will try to stay out of the spotlight if at all possible mostly due to her very shy personality.
When someone actually gets Amaya to speak and relax around them she tends to bloom into a very sweet girl that is loyal to her friends and will do anything and everything to make sure her friends are safe and happy, even if she truely isnt but she will never allow her own wants to go above others...that wasnt the way she was taught growing up. to her everyone deserves a better happier time then she but that is what makes her more happy is when her friends and others are happy.
Amaya's Naturia deck:
Monsters:
Naturia Bamboo Shoot x3
Naturia Cheeries x3
Naturia Butterflies x3
Naturia Cosmobeet x3
Naturia Antjaw x3
Naturia Pumpkin x3
Naturia Marron x3
Spells:
Naturia forest x3
Barkion's Bark x3
Mystical space typhoon x3
Book of Moon x1
Traps:
Bottomless trap hole x1
mirror force x3
Spiritual earth arts - Kurogane x2
Exterio's Fang x3
Extra:
Naturia Barkion x3
Naturia Landoise x3
Naturia Beast x3
Other: Amaya grew up in a rich enviroment and could have what she wanted but she was always taught to be seen but not heard. atleast that is what her father taught her. Her brother was the one that really saw and knew the real amaya hidden deep inside and it seemed only he could bring her out. amaya had the time of her life around her brother till a year ago when illness took him from her. So she vowed to live his dream and become a duelist like he wanted and taught her. |
48,006 | 1,298 | 42 | 2,295 | 427 | ~Collab, featuring StarInaBox (Korbin) and Scarifar (Michelle)~
"Michelle Kine. Special Summoning course," Michelle introduced herself, determined to beat Korbin. "I'll take the first turn." Without waiting for a reply, she drew her first five cards and began to play.
Korbin laughed at Michelle as she drew her first five cards. He hadn't even activated his Disk yet. He was still grabbing his deck out of the box. Once he set the deck in it's rightful place on the Disk, he activated it, drawing his opening hand. "Alright."
Turn 1: Michelle 4000 / Korbin 4000
"I discard 'Hecatrice' from my hand to add 'Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen' to my hand," Michelle said, taking the card as it ejected itself from her deck. "Now I play the Spell Card: 'Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen'!" Michelle said, creating a building with long red drapes. "Now I can Special Summon 1 Fairy-Type monster from my hand without the need to sacrifice, and I choose 'Splendid Venus'!" A golden goddess descended from the opening on the roof of the building, shining brilliantly. Michelle then said, "I then throw 2 cards face-down and end my turn.
Turn 2: Michelle 4000 / Korbin 4000
"Draw," Korbin said, picking up the top card of his deck. He had a fantastic hand, one that would hopefully dispatch Michelle quickly. He needed this to be over with as soon as possible. He analyzed the field at a glance. She had summoned a Level 8 monster on turn one. Impressive, but the way he saw it, her field may just be empty by turn four. "I set five cards face down before ending my turn. Your move."
Turn 3: Michelle 4000 / Korbin 4000
Michelle yelled out, "Draw!" drawing her card.
As she drew her card, Korbin flipped over a card in his Spell/Trap card zone. "I activate the Spell card: 'Double Cyclone'. I'll target my face-down 'Artifact Beagalltach', and your 'Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen'." Two cyclones appeared, emmanating from the card. They each reached out and destroyed the announced card.
"When 'Artifact Beagalltach' is destroyed on your turn, I can Special Summon it from the graveyard." "Artifact Beagalltach" made it's appearence on the field as soon as it was destroyed by "Double Cyclone", the sword being held in a defensive position. "When 'Artifact Beagalltach' is summoned, I can destroy two of my own face-down cards."
"I activate my Trap Card: 'Breakthrough Skill'!" Michelle said, revealing a face-down. "This negates the effect of 'Artifact Beagalltach'!" A giant clawed hand then emerged from the Trap Card and attempted to strike the sword.
"In response, I activate the Trap Card, 'Seven Tools of the Bandit'. By sacrificing 1000 Life Points, I can negate the activation of a Trap Card like 'Breakthrough Skill'."
As Korbin's Life Points dropped by 1000, a narrow beam of light suddenly shot forth from "Venus", destroying "Seven Tools of the Bandit". "Sorry, but 'Venus' won't allow you to negate any of my Spell and Trap Cards," Michelle said, smiling evilly. The giant hand continued undeterred, successfully striking the sword. "Now then, where were we? Ah yes, I now activate the Spell Card: 'Photon Sanctuary'!" Michelle said, 2 little bluish orbs appearing on her field. "This creates two 'Photon Tokens' on my field, allowing me to sacrifice them for 'Angel 07'!" Michelle yelled, the two orbs combining to create a giant white creature with a halo.
Michelle then pointed at 'Beagalltach' and said, "Let's take out that weapon of yours. 'Angel 07', destroy 'Artifact Beagalltach'!" "Angel 07" fired a strong beam of light from its halo straight at 'Beagalltach', engulfing it in light and leaving no trace of it. "Now, 'Venus', attack him directly!" Michelle commanded, and Venus fired another beam of light from her staff, dealing 2800 points of damage to Korbin. Michelle couldn't stop smiling even after she said, "Turn End."
Turn 4: Michelle 4000 / Korbin 200
Korbin's eyes narrowed. "She got a good hand," He thought to himself. "That's all it was." He inhaled a gulp of air, letting it out slowly a few seconds later. After that, he deactivated his Duel Disk. "Satisfied?" He asked Michelle, without expression.
As the message showing Michelle as the winner by default came up, Michelle looked at Korbin in surprise, not believing how quickly he had just given up. Then she narrowed her eyes again and said, "Not even any pride as a Duelist. No Duelist should just give up, no matter how bad the Duel goes." As Michelle's monsters faded, she said, "You don't even deserve to be called a Duelist." With nothing more to say, Michelle turned and walked away, heading back toward the Ritual Class to find Gale, ignoring the comments and cheers from the other Ritual students.
Korbin already had a response for Michelle, expecting the short speech about "pride" and all of those meaningless things. But by the time he had opened his mouth to deliver his rebuttal, Michelle had made her way back in to the Ritual Classroom. He sighed and followed her in, his Duel Disk still on his arm. Michelle seemed to be looking for someone, probably Gale. He had seen her run away towards the Action Dueling pavilions in tears during the duel. He walked behind Michelle and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "If you're looking for the weak one, she went towards the Action Dueling pavilions."
Michelle turned her head around and sent a glare towards Korbin, then curtly said, "Thanks," leaving the classroom to find Gale. | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,007 | 1,298 | 43 | 1,159 | 3,549 | Amelia had left the synchro class room to watch some duels she heard were going on. She managed to catch the end of Gale and Korbin's duel and was watching the entirety of Korbin's duel with Michelle. She didn't like this Korbin guy, he seemed way too cocky with himself and like he looked down on others. She hated people on that and almost wanted to duel him to put him down a notch or two, though she wondered if she would've been able to. Sighing she got up and went to go back to the class room and look over her deck and see if there were any ways she would improve it.
She glanced over towards where the three-way duel was going on. It seemed like they were taking their time. Maybe they needed to think out their moves a little more carefully since there was a third person instead of the usual two. Did that add a new level of strategy? Her curiosity overcame her and she sat back down again to watch that one. Besides, Brent was in that duel and she was curious about how well he was doing. | - Name: Joshua Tamashii
- Age: 13
- Grade: 8
- Course Attended/Taught: Fusion
- Appearance:
- Personality: Joshua is rough on the outside but a gentle and caring person on the inside. When you first meet him he will either ignore or insult you but given time you will find a loyal friend who is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He can be very good on his feet and adapt to what's going on around him, a trait that's helped him out of many a situation.
During duels Joshua tends to remain focused on his opponent and does his best to keep a level head. If he sees his opponent is new to dueling he will often try to help them out but he won't pull his punches , since he sees that as disrespectful. He goes all out and tries to do his best while having fun.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Destiny HERO Captain Tenacious x3
Destiny HERO Diamond Dude x3
Destiny HERO Doom Lord x3
Destiny Hero Fear Monger x3
Elemental HERO Shadow Mist x3
Destiny HERO Dasher x2
Destiny HERO Double Dude x2
Destiny HERO Dogma x3
Destiny HERO Plasma x3
Spells:
Polymerization x3
Mask Change x3
Destiny Draw x3
Fusion Recovery x3
D-Spirit x2
Traps:
D-Counter x3
D-Shield x3
D-Mirage x3
Destiny Signal x2
Extra Deck:
Destiny End Dragoon x3
Masked HERO Dark Law x3
Vision HERO Adoration x3
Vision HERO Trinity x3
- Other Details
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- Name: Amelia Averyonna
- Age: 11
- Grade 6
-Course Attended/Taught: Synchro
- Appearance:
- Personality Amelia is a kind, polite, but very shy girl who has difficulty talking to others. Despite being brought up in an environment were she could get anything she wants(i.e, she's rich) she doesn't view anyone as being lower then her, but instead sees them as being better then her. She doesn't value money or material goods but rather she values the people she's around and feels like she could trust, seeing as she has never really had anyone to call a friend before.
During a duel it's obvious she's still learning the game and lacks confidence. Despite this she can still hold her own because she constantly practices, although it's unlikely she'll win.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Gusto Falco x3
Gusto Egul x3
Gusto Gulldo x3
Kamui, Hope of Gusto x3
Winda, Priestess of Gusto x3
Musto, Oracle of Gusto x3
Reeze, Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Windaar, Sage of Gusto x2
Spells:
Quill Pen of Guldos x3
Book of Moon x1
Dark Hole x1
Mystical Space Typhon x3
Traps:
Blessings for Gusto x2
Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabix3
Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Mirror Force x2
Compulsory Evacuation Device x1.
Extra Deck
Diagusto Sphreez x3
Diagusto Eguls x3
Diagusto Falcos x3
Daigusto Gulldos x3
- Other Details: Amelia suffered from an unknown heart condition that can cause her tremendous pain and to cough up blood whenever she is pushed beyond her physical limits. Even though this is a severe handicap for her, especially turning Action Duels or gym class, she pushes forwards despite it, hating it when people pity her because of the condition. |
48,008 | 1,298 | 44 | 2,295 | 427 | As soon as Michelle left to find Gale, Korbin decided it would be best to make his way back to the Xyz Summoning classroom. The Ritual Summoning classroom wasn't exactly the safest environment for him right now, as students were hitting him with a torrent of insults and put downs, however rightfully so. He didn't have time to deal with them right now, though. Not only could he defeat most of them easily, but he had somewhere to be. But even before he could go to that, he had something a little more important: "Angel 07."
Korbin entered his classroom with haste, walking directly to the back of the room where a whiteboard was hanging on the wall. He quickly grabbed one of the markers on the tray and popped it open, beginning to scribble things on the whiteboard. "Angel 07" was written in the middle, a bunch of lines protruding from the card name. On the other side of the lines were different card names thay could potentially counter "Angel 07." One was "Bottomless Trap Hole", but not only did he only have one in his deck, but school rules read that one could only use one in a deck, so he wouldn't be using it much. He crossed it out, moving on to "Artifact Moralltach." He stared at the name for a while, crossing it out, as it's effects would be negated because of "Angel 07's" own effect.
A few other cards he came up with, mostly traps, were "Torrential Tribute" and "Mirror Force." "Torrential Tribute" was crossed out for the same reason as "Bottomless Trap Hole", but "Mirror Force" showed some promise as a reliable card. After he had brainstormed what he deemed to be enough cards, he dragged a white board eraser through his writing, cleaning the board.
After that, he was on his way for what he was going to in the first place. He went out in to the courtyard, pulling out a soccer ball from his bag. He took a deep breath, held the ball high in the air, then dropped it. On the way down, he hit it with his thigh, beginning to juggle the ball with his legs. All of his attention was focused on the ball, as even the slightest distraction would cause him to lose his streak. | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,009 | 1,298 | 45 | 120 | 688 | Amaya finally found the room she wanted, the synchro class, to be exact. Amaya stood outside the room as she debated whether to enter or not. She took a deep breath before reaching her hand forward.
She opened the door before walking in to find a single girl. The same girl that beat one of the other students first thing that day. "Uh...you were great in that battle with that boy"said amaya hoping the girl was nice and friendly; not snouty and rude like a lot of the duelists seemed to be. | Name: Amaya Yashia
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Course Attended: Synchro
Personality: Amaya has a very quite and shy personality. She is the type of girl that whether stay in the back and let someone else more deserving have the spotlight. She hates being the center of attention and will try to stay out of the spotlight if at all possible mostly due to her very shy personality.
When someone actually gets Amaya to speak and relax around them she tends to bloom into a very sweet girl that is loyal to her friends and will do anything and everything to make sure her friends are safe and happy, even if she truely isnt but she will never allow her own wants to go above others...that wasnt the way she was taught growing up. to her everyone deserves a better happier time then she but that is what makes her more happy is when her friends and others are happy.
Amaya's Naturia deck:
Monsters:
Naturia Bamboo Shoot x3
Naturia Cheeries x3
Naturia Butterflies x3
Naturia Cosmobeet x3
Naturia Antjaw x3
Naturia Pumpkin x3
Naturia Marron x3
Spells:
Naturia forest x3
Barkion's Bark x3
Mystical space typhoon x3
Book of Moon x1
Traps:
Bottomless trap hole x1
mirror force x3
Spiritual earth arts - Kurogane x2
Exterio's Fang x3
Extra:
Naturia Barkion x3
Naturia Landoise x3
Naturia Beast x3
Other: Amaya grew up in a rich enviroment and could have what she wanted but she was always taught to be seen but not heard. atleast that is what her father taught her. Her brother was the one that really saw and knew the real amaya hidden deep inside and it seemed only he could bring her out. amaya had the time of her life around her brother till a year ago when illness took him from her. So she vowed to live his dream and become a duelist like he wanted and taught her. |
48,010 | 1,298 | 46 | 1,159 | 3,549 | Amelia didn't initially look over at Amaya when she entered the room, as she was too focused on other things. She only registered the other girl's prescense after Amaya addressed her, by congratulating her on her win against Brent the day before. Amelia looked a little irked at the mention of that match, since it had done nothing but brought her trouble but she let it go and shrugged.
"I only won because of pure dumb luck. The action cards favored me. Next time they might not." Amelia said, shrugging before looking up at Amaya curiously" Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before... then again I've only been here one day." | - Name: Joshua Tamashii
- Age: 13
- Grade: 8
- Course Attended/Taught: Fusion
- Appearance:
- Personality: Joshua is rough on the outside but a gentle and caring person on the inside. When you first meet him he will either ignore or insult you but given time you will find a loyal friend who is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He can be very good on his feet and adapt to what's going on around him, a trait that's helped him out of many a situation.
During duels Joshua tends to remain focused on his opponent and does his best to keep a level head. If he sees his opponent is new to dueling he will often try to help them out but he won't pull his punches , since he sees that as disrespectful. He goes all out and tries to do his best while having fun.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Destiny HERO Captain Tenacious x3
Destiny HERO Diamond Dude x3
Destiny HERO Doom Lord x3
Destiny Hero Fear Monger x3
Elemental HERO Shadow Mist x3
Destiny HERO Dasher x2
Destiny HERO Double Dude x2
Destiny HERO Dogma x3
Destiny HERO Plasma x3
Spells:
Polymerization x3
Mask Change x3
Destiny Draw x3
Fusion Recovery x3
D-Spirit x2
Traps:
D-Counter x3
D-Shield x3
D-Mirage x3
Destiny Signal x2
Extra Deck:
Destiny End Dragoon x3
Masked HERO Dark Law x3
Vision HERO Adoration x3
Vision HERO Trinity x3
- Other Details
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- Name: Amelia Averyonna
- Age: 11
- Grade 6
-Course Attended/Taught: Synchro
- Appearance:
- Personality Amelia is a kind, polite, but very shy girl who has difficulty talking to others. Despite being brought up in an environment were she could get anything she wants(i.e, she's rich) she doesn't view anyone as being lower then her, but instead sees them as being better then her. She doesn't value money or material goods but rather she values the people she's around and feels like she could trust, seeing as she has never really had anyone to call a friend before.
During a duel it's obvious she's still learning the game and lacks confidence. Despite this she can still hold her own because she constantly practices, although it's unlikely she'll win.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Gusto Falco x3
Gusto Egul x3
Gusto Gulldo x3
Kamui, Hope of Gusto x3
Winda, Priestess of Gusto x3
Musto, Oracle of Gusto x3
Reeze, Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Windaar, Sage of Gusto x2
Spells:
Quill Pen of Guldos x3
Book of Moon x1
Dark Hole x1
Mystical Space Typhon x3
Traps:
Blessings for Gusto x2
Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabix3
Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Mirror Force x2
Compulsory Evacuation Device x1.
Extra Deck
Diagusto Sphreez x3
Diagusto Eguls x3
Diagusto Falcos x3
Daigusto Gulldos x3
- Other Details: Amelia suffered from an unknown heart condition that can cause her tremendous pain and to cough up blood whenever she is pushed beyond her physical limits. Even though this is a severe handicap for her, especially turning Action Duels or gym class, she pushes forwards despite it, hating it when people pity her because of the condition. |
48,011 | 1,298 | 47 | 1,968 | 1,268 | ((Collab -- Rethel34, Scarifar, & Joshua Tamashii))
Brent noticed Joshua in the Fusion Classroom and went inside, returning the greeting offered by his friend. "Thought I might find you here," Brent said. "Duel yet this morning?"
"Yeah I've had several. None of them were worth my time though. I won every single one. We need something interesting, like a three-way fusion duel or something. Probably you, me and someone else." Joshua said before looking curious" Run into that Amelia girl yet? Did you challenge her again?"
While Joshua and Brent were chatting, Press was immediately challenged by a fusion student. Long story short, Press annihilated him in an FTK using 'Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon'. It was an interesting Duel, but Press was hoping for a Duel that wouldn't end so quickly. Then he overheard the words "three-way Duel". That actually sounded like it would prove to be a challenge. He turned toward the location of where he thought he heard it, and his eyes focused on two students chatting. He recognized both, the one who lost the exhibition duel yesterday and another he saw practicing in the courtyard yesterday. They might prove to be fine opponents, and Press was in the mood for fine opponents today. After a quick nod to the defeated fusion student, he walked toward the duo and said, "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear something about a three-way Duel."
"Nah, haven't seen her yet, today" Brent started to say, but then another student jumped in on the conversation asking about the mention of a three-way Duel. "Hm? Yeah, you want in?"
"Yes, if you'd be so kind," Press replied. "I'm having trouble finding Duelists who last longer than one-to-two turns against me, and I feel like you make potential opponents. Plus, a three-way Duel sounds like something that will certainly make things more interesting."
Brent glanced over at Joshua as if asking what he thought. The idea of a challenging opponent was always fun. "Sounds like you're pretty confident. What's your name?"
"Press Dalton," Press said, "of the Tribute Summoning class." He extended his hand for a firm handshake.
Joshua glanced at Press and shrugged. "If you want in, fine by me. We needed a third person anyway," he said before turning back to Brent. "You know some people are saying she cheated against you. Most of them are members of your little fan club, the girls in particular. You know, the usual stuff that happens when you lose. Maybe a little worse this time though."
"I'm Brent, and this is Joshua," Brent said, accepting the handshake. After Joshua's comment, he chuckled a bit. "Never understood those 'fans', you know? It was a fair-and-square Duel. That, and I'm not worth having any fans. Anyhow, how about we get this Duel started?"
"Absolutely," Press said, preparing his Duel Disk. "Either of you can go first. I'd like to see what I'm dealing with before I attack."
"Hold it, hold it," Joshua said, before smiling. "A three-way duel is fun and all but you know what's even better and never been done before? A three-way Action Duel. Since I'm the one that came up with this idea, how about I chose the Action Field?"
Brent was about to engage his own Duel Disk when Joshua had posed the idea. Stopping himself, he thought for a moment. "Actually . . ." Brent considered, "that sounds like a good idea."
Press raised his right eyebrow at the mention of a three-way Action Duel. He pondered the choice, then decided that it might make for a very interesting duel. "Very well then," Press said, smiling for the first time, "a three-way Action Duel it is."
"Well, since we're all agreed, let's head down to the court." Joshua said, getting up and walking away, not caring if the other two fell behind or not. When they reached the Courtyard he ran to his spot and slapped on his black duel disk. Once the other two were in position, he pressed a button and selected his favorite Action Field. Buildings erupted all around them, forming a dark, somewhat seedy-looking city. Joshua himself was on the tower in the center of the river that ran through the city." Welcome to the Dark City, where ones fate is determined by how strong and skilled they are. Will you triumph and rise above the rest or just end up as another poor soul being tormented on the streets? Let's find out. DUEL!"
(Turn 1: / / )
"Whoah!" Brent exclaimed as a building began to rise beneath his feet. Seeing the other two at other points around the city, he knew from their expressions that neither was going to take the first turn. He was used to it, though. Typically people wanted to be able to draw. Brent shrugged and snatched up his first five cards.
"I start this Duel by Summoning 'Cyber Phoenix' in Attack Position!" Brent declared, the burning machine appearing beside him. "Next, I Set one card and end my turn. Let's take to the skies, 'Phoenix'!" With that, he leapt on his monster's back and began to fly around the field searching for Action Cards. He hated heights, but as long as nothing happened to his monster, he'd be okay.
(Turn 2: / / )
Press drew a card, and examined the rest of his hand. He took a card and said, "I Summon 'Machina Gearframe' in Attack Position," the orange-and-grey robot appearing on the field in a fighting stance. "When 'Machina Gearframe' is summoned, I can add one 'Machina' monster to my hand, such as 'Machina Fortress'," taking the card as it ejected itself from his deck.
"Now," Press continued, "I discard 'Psychic Armor Head' and 'Machina Fortress' to Special Summon 'Machina Fortress' from the graveyard." Next to the robot spawned a giant tank-like machine, immense and ready for combat. "Now, 'Machina Gearframe', combine with 'Machina Fortress'," Press commanded, and 'Gearframe' jumped on top of 'Fortress'. "I play two face-downs, and end my turn." Having said that, Press climbed on top of "Fortress" to get a small vantage point to search for Action Cards.
(Turn 3: / / )
"My turn. Draw." Joshua said, looking at his hand" I activate 'Destiny Draw'. I discard 'Destiny HERO - Dasher' from my hand and draw two more cards. Then I activate 'D-Spirit' to Special Summon 'Destiny HERO - Doom Lord' from my hand. I also Summon 'Destiny HERO - Captain Tenacious' in Attack Mode"
In front of Joshua, two portals opened up and two monsters rose from them. One was a pale man dressed in black leather and armor, his gauntlets ending in long sharp claws. The second was a man with long orange hair in a speedo and two oversized dark teal gauntlet things on his arms and regular dark teal armor on his legs.
"Next I use 'Doom Lord's' effect to send one monster into the future. Lets go with . . . 'Cyber Pheonix'." Joshua said before "Doom Lord" began gliding towards Brent and his monster.
"Get us down to ground level, quick!" Brent commanded "Cyber Phoenix". When it was only feet away, Brent revealed his face-down card, jumping from its back. "I activate the Trap Card: 'Interdimensional Matter Transporter'! This banishes my monster until the End Phase, a much shorter time than what it would have been if your effect had succeeded."
Joshua shrugged as "Doom Lord" returned to his side. "I Set two cards face-down and end my turn."
(Turn 4: / / )
When "Cyber Phoenix" returned to Brent's field, he instantaneously began his turn. "I draw!" he exclaimed. "I'll Summon 'Volcanic Scattershot' in Attack Position! Now I activate the Spell Card: 'Flash Fusion'! With this card, I fuse together my 'Cyber Phoenix' and 'Volcanic Scattershot'! Be born, the explosive beast: 'Ignition Beast Volcannon'!
"I activate the Trap Card: 'Bottomless Trap Hole," Press interjected, raising a face-down card. "When you Summon a monster with 1500 or more Attack, it is destroyed and removed from play." A hole in the ground appeared, sucking in "Ignition Beast Volcannon", then sealing itself once it was done.
"Brent you fool." Joshua muttered to himself, sitting at the edge of his tower.
"Fine," Brent said. "However, the effect of my 'Volcanic Scattershot' activates, inflicting 500 damage to Joshua in return for his attempt at banishing 'Cyber Phoenix'. I then Set one card and end my turn."
(Turn 5: / / )
Press drew a card, then said, "During my Standby Phase I summon 'Psychic Armor Head' from my graveyard." A high-tech helmet then appeared on Press' head, fitting him perfectly, and showing him stats on all monsters on the field. More importantly, it also showed him where some Action Cards were. "Now I activate the Spell Card: 'Trade-In'. I discard a Level 8 monster, such as 'Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon', and in return I draw 2 cards. Press sent his monster to the Graveyard, then drew 2 cards as he described. He took one of the cards he drew and continued, "I now play the Spell Card: 'Ancient Gear Castle'. As Press activated the Spell Card, an old castle appeared behind him, rising from the ground. "Now I summon 'Ancient Gear Soldier in Attack Position.
"Due to 'Ancient Gear Castle's' effect, all 'Ancient Gears' on the field gain 300 Attack," Press said, 'Soldier's' Attack rising from 1300 to 1600. "Now, 'Ancient Gear Soldier', attack Brent directly." 'Soldier' aimed its submachine gun at Brent and opened fire, dealing 1600 points of damage. "I play a face-down card and end my turn," Press said. "Now Fortress, drive," he commanded, and it went off toward the direction of an Action Card.
(Turn 6: / / )
"Draw," Joshua said calmly. "I Set one monster in face-down Defense Position and then use 'Doom Lord's' effect to banish 'Ancient Gear Soldier' and end my turn."
'Ancient Gear Soldier' did not resist as 'Doom Lord' touched it, engulfing it in light, then disappeared.
(Turn 7: / / )
"I draw," Brent said, picking up his next card. Not much for him to do either. "I Summon 'Cyber Valley' in Attack Position. With that, I end my turn."
(Turn 8: / Press 4000] / )
Press took the Action Card he was going for off the ground. Fortunately, it was not an Action Trap, so it would prove to be useful. The temporary loss of his 'Soldier' would not be a disappointment, as he had little use for him right now. "I Summon 'Ancient Gear Knight' in Attack Position." A rusty robot wielding a joust and a buckler appeared on the field, Attack registering as 1800 before being boosted to 2100 by 'Castle'.
"Now I attack 'Captain Tenacious' with 'Ancient Gear Knight'," Press said, and "Gear Knight" charged, joust raised to pierce "Captain Tenacious" through the chest.
"Think again. I activate 'D-Shield'." Joshua said as his one face-down was revealed. "This changes 'Captain Tenacious' to Defense Position, and prevents him from being destroyed by battle."
"Tenacious" crouched down and put his armored arms in front of him as several stones rose into the air and surrounded him, blocking "Knight's" attack.
"Hmm, fortunately I had anticipated this," Press said after "Knight's" attack was blocked. "I activate a face-down Quick-Play Spell card: 'Gemini Spark'. I tribute a Level Four Gemini monster, such as my 'Ancient Gear Knight', and in return I get to destroy one of your cards, which will be 'Captain Tenacious'." "Ancient Gear Knight" was suddenly converted into lightning, which shot toward "Captain Tenacious", destroying it.
"Alright then," Joshua said, shrugging as "Tenacious" was destroyed, taking "D-Shield" with him. "I wonder how long until your fate is sealed though."
Press, not rising up to continue the banter, said, "Now I can draw one card thanks to 'Gemini Spark'," drawing one card. "Now, 'Machina Fortress', destroy 'Doom Lord'." "Machina Fortress" lowered its cannon to aim at "Doom Lord" and charged its cannon, then fired a beam of energy straight toward "Doom Lord", destroying it and dealing 1900 points of damage.
"Doom Lord" was engulfed by the light but when the smoke cleared from the resulting explosion, a new monster was in its place. "'Destiny Signal'. Since a monster on my side was destroyed by battle, I get to summon another 'Destiny HERO', so long as it's Level four or lower. Lets go with 'Destiny HERO - Diamond Dude'." A man in a dark blue outfit and green cape with diamonds growing out of his body was on Joshua's field in Defense Position.
"Interesting," Press muttered. "I end my turn."
(Turn 9: / / )
"Draw," Joshua said. "There you are my friend. I summon 'Destiny HERO - Diamond Dude' in Attack Position. Then I sacrifice all three of my monsters to Special Summon 'Destiny HERO - Plasma' from my hand!"
All three of Joshua's monsters vanished into the sky as a storm suddenly whipped up through the city. Lighting arced across the sky as Joshua's new monster descended and took its place in front of him. This one was a tall skinny man in dark pink armor, with one hand that looked like a dragon's head and what looked like a dragon's claw coming out from his back.
"Now, only one monster on each person's fields. 'Plasma', absorb 'Machina Fortress' please." Joshua said before 'Plasma' moved towards 'Fortress' and began absorbing the monster into his wings.
Press said, "Before that happens, I use 'Machina Fortress'' effect. When it's targeted by an opponent's monster effect, I look at your hand and-" Press was interrupted when "Plasma" began absorbing "Fortress" without pause. Press chose the wisest option and jumped off "Fortress" as it was lifted off the ground. "Machina Gearframe", however, was not so fortunate as it slipped off and burst into a shower of shards as it touched the ground.
"Did I forget to mention? 'Plasma' has another, rather nasty, skill. So long as he's on my field, all face-up monsters my opponent, or opponents in this case, control have their effects negated. All monsters except mine are Normal Monsters essentially." Joshua said as Plasma returned to his field, its attack rocketing up to 3150.
Press said nothing, merely looking at "Plasma" with dismay as "Psychic Armor Head" began showing its stats. He knew it was powerful, with his helmet confirming what was already said, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not yet, at least. There was something he wanted to ask, though. "Hmm... 'Plasma' is a powerful monster, but aren't you a Fusion user?" Press asked. "I haven't seen a single Fusion Monster from you."
"That's probably because all of the pieces for his Fusion Summon haven't shown up yet. Trust me when I say that you don't want to see his Fusion Monsters," Brent explained. "If you think 'Plasma' is nasty, the Fusions can get worse." Brent glanced down at his field. Unfortunately, the effect of "Cyber Valley" was currently useless, but Brent had more than that available for defense.
"Fusion might be my course, but it's not my only means of attack. To be a good Duelist, you need to know how to do more than one type. I plan on learning either Xyz or Synchro Summoning at some point. Anyway, 'Plasma', destroy that wierd piece of headgear on our one friend will you?" Joshua said before Plasma opened his wings and fired what looked like blood rain at Press.
"I activate my Trap Card: 'Scrap-Iron Scarecrow'." Press said, lifting up his face-down and creating a rusty metal scarecrow that quickly collapsed under Plasma's attack, but, as a result, left Press' helmet intact. "This Trap negates your monster's attack, and I can Set it back down instead of sending it to the Graveyard."
"So a once per turn wall. Only delaying the inevitable. Turn end." Joshua said.
(Turn 10: / / )
Nice job, Press, Brent thought to himself. "Guess it's my turn; draw!" he shouted. Looking at his hand, he didn't have much to do to play it safe until his next turn came around. "I'll switch my 'Cyber Valley' to Defense Position. Then I Set one card and end my turn." With any luck, his next card would be something he needed to defeat one or both of his opponents.
(Turn 11: / / )
Press drew his card and examined it. It wasn't a monster as he had hoped, but perhaps he could work with it. "I put 'Psychic Armor Head' in Defense Position, and play one card face-down. Turn End."
(Turn 12: / / )
"Draw." Joshua said, looking at his meager hand of two cards.
"During your Standby Phase, 'Ancient Gear Soldier' returns to my field," Press said, the rusty robot reappearing in a flash of light.
Nothing he could do really and he trusted neither of his opponents' face-down cards. "Turn End."
(Turn 13: / / )
Brent was surprised Joshua hadn't done anything to take the offensive again. "Draw," Brent said, starting his turn. "I'll take this moment of quiet then, to activate 'Future Fusion'. Now I can banish the appropriate Fusion Materials for 'Chimeratech Overdragon' from my Deck, and soon, I'll be in control of a powerful Fusion Monster. So I'll banish 'Cyber Dragon', 'Proto-Cyber Dragon', 'Electromagnetic Turtle', 'Karakuri Muso "Haipa"', 'Gear Golem the Moving Fortress', and 'Ancient Gear Knight' from my Deck as those Fusion Materials. I guess that, for now, that's all I can do. I end my turn."
At that, Brent decided he might as well begin looking to grab an Action Card, remembering that even if he found a Trap Card that would lower his monster's ATK, it couldn't hurt, as not only was it in Defense Position, but it also had zero points.
(Turn 14: / / )
Press was moderately surprised by the amount of Fusion Materials being used. He knew that not even the "Five-Headed Dragon" had that many Fusion Material requirements, so chances were it had something to do with the Fusion Monster's effect. It must be pretty powerful, so I can't let it out, Press thought. But wait, it won't matter if it has a powerful effect because of 'Plasma'.
Press was stuck on this quandary, but he knew he could only draw and see what his Deck gave him. He drew, then looked. A Monster, and one that could destroy "Plasma", but then again, he wondered whether or not he should. He looked at Brent's "Future Fusion", debating whether or not he should try it, and decided to take the chance. "Both of you are Summoning powerful monsters, so it seems I should respond in kind," Press said.
"I sacrifice 'Ancient Gear Soldier' and 'Psychic Armor Head' to summon one of my most powerful monsters: 'Ancient Gear Golem'." Both 'Soldier' and 'Psychic Armor Head' disappeared in a column of light, and behind Press emerged from the ground a giant rusty golem, its one visible eye glowing red. Its Attack registered as 3000 before being boosted up to 3300 by 'Ancient Gear Castle'. "'Ancient Gear Golem', destroy 'Destiny HERO - Plasma' with 'Mechanized Melee'," Press commanded, and "Golem" drew back its fist, its gears spinning rapidly, then lashed out, sending a ghostly image of its fist straight at "Plasma".
"Yeah, whatever," Joshua said as "Plasma" was struck, vanishing from his field, taking "Machina Fortress" with it. He looked at the two cards in his hand and knew if he drew what he needed, he might stand a chance and deal some damage to Press, who seemed pretty unstoppable at this point.
Press pushed his glasses up sligtly with his index and middle finger, then said, "I play one card face-down and end my turn." He only had his one Action Card left in his hand, but that was of little consequence.
(Turn 15: / / )
"Draw." Joshua said. "I summon 'Destiny HERO - Doom Lord'. Then I use his effect to banish 'Golem' into the future."
"Doom Lord" moved forward to strike "Golem" with his claws, Joshua waiting to see if Press had any response.
Like 'Soldier', 'Golem' did not resist as 'Doom Lord' sent it into the future. Press, however, was slightly ticked off that his monster was removed so easily.
"Now, here's a problem. If I lose this game soon, 'Golem' will never come back. After all, it's returned during my turn. If you want it back, Press, you'll have to keep me alive. However, Brent will also want to get rid of me, so you'll have to protect me from him if you want 'Golem' back as well." Joshua said. "So let's see how things turn out. Turn end."
Press adjusted his glasses slightly, then said, "You are a fool to think that by removing 'Golem', you have me by the ropes." In his mind, he did have to think about this unexpected problem, but Press believed that his current defenses were enough to keep him safe for now. As for "Golem", well, only time would tell.
(Turn 16: / / )
Brent had locked on to an Action Card right as Joshua's turn had ended. He decided that he'd wait to start his turn until he found out what the card was. Snatching it up, he found it was not a Trap Card at all, but actually something that could be of use later on.
"Draw," he said, picking up his next card. To his astonishment, it was actually a monster. And one that would help him out, too. "I Set one monster. And without anything else to do, my turn draws to a close here."
(Turn 17: / / )
Press drew a card, and it turned out to be fairly useful. Definitely something that would help. "I play the Spell Card: 'Mirage of Nightmare'," Press said, the card appearing on his field. "This allows me to draw until I have four cards on my opponent's next Standby Phase, but during my Standby Phase, I need to discard the same amount of cards I drew. Turn End." On that note, Press ran off to go find another Action Card.
(Turn 18: / / )
Joshua drew his next card with the usual formality of calling out, "Draw." His hand gave him three options, but one of them seemed like a bad idea as things stood.
"I Set one monster and switch 'Doom Lord' to Defense Position, then end my turn." He said. Time to see how things would go from here.
Press had drawn three cards from "Mirage of Nightmare", and now it was time to remove it. "During your End Phase I activate a face-down card: 'Emergency Provisions'," Press said. "Using this, I send 'Mirage of Nightmare' to the Graveyard, and in return I gain 1000 Life Points." "Mirage of Nightmare" faded away, and Press' Life Points rose up to 5000.
(Turn 18: / / )
"Impressive, but now it's my move. Draw!" At first, Brent didn't even look at the card. "As the effect of 'Future Fusion' reaches its full strength, I Fusion Summon the great and powerful . . . 'Chimeratech Overdragon'!" With his declaration, a massive, multi-headed, cybernetic dragon rose onto his field, letting loose a sound akin to a roar mixed with the sound of a machine that had just been activated.
"Now I Flip Summon my face-down monster: 'Supply'. When this monster is flipped face-up, I get to add two monsters that were used as Fusion Materials from my Graveyard to my hand. Therefore, I can return my 'Cyber Phoenix' and 'Volcanic Scattershot'. I'll follow this up with the effect of 'Cyber Valley', banishing both it and 'Supply' from my field so that I can draw two cards.
"All the pieces are here. I activate the Spell Card, 'Polymerization' from my hand. Now by sending 'Cyber Phoenix' and 'Volcanic Scattershot' to the Grave again--this time using the effect of 'Scattershot' against Press--I can Fusion Summon the blazing spirit of rebirth that resides within me. Take flight, 'Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird'!" The bird took form, entirely encompassed in flames. When it had completely materialized, it shrieked in a manner that pronounced that its victory was imminent.
Press merely watched as his Life Points dropped from 5000 to 4500. After all, it was the only thing he could do, and he fortunately had Life Points to spare.
"Firstly, I'll wipe the field clear of monsters; 'Chimeratech Overdragon', attack 'Destiny HERO - Doom Lord'!" At Brent's command, the dragon opened wide its mechanized jaws and a laser-like beam of energy burst forth, aimed toward the much smaller "Doom Lord".
Joshua watched as "Doom Lord" was destroyed by Brent's monster. He still had his face-down monster, so for now, things were fine for him.
"Now, because of the effect of 'Overdragon', I can attack my opponents' monsters a number of times equal to the number of Fusion Material Monsters used in its Summon, meaning it can attack monsters a total of six times. 'Overdragon', continue and destroy Joshua's face-down monster!" Another of "Overdragon's" heads fired a second beam of energy in Joshua's direction, the dragon claiming its second victim.
Brent hesitated now, as both opponents were open for an attack. He could easily defeat Joshua with an attack from "Blaze Fenix", which would keep "Ancient Gear Golem" from returning since Joshua's Standby Phase would never occur again. But he wouldn't be proving his strength by just imprisoning such a strong monster.
He had made up his mind. "Alright, 'Blaze Fenix', attack Press directly!" In response, the large bird rose into the sky, then dived straight at Press, blazing brighter than before.
"I once again activate my Trap Card: 'Scrap-Iron Scarecrow'," Press said, creating the fragile metal scarecrow that was instantly crushed by "Blaze Fenix", while allowing Press to take no damage. The card that created the scarecrow was again Set back down instead of being sent to the Graveyard.
"All within the realm of expectation," Brent said calmly to himself. "I end my turn here."
(Turn 19: / / )
Press drew his next card, then placed it with the rest of his cards, examining them thoroughly. A few options to choose from, but only one would prove to be the best. He had no luck finding an Action Card, especially since he was without monsters to guide him to one, but that was of little consequence, seeing as he already had one in his hand. "I Special Summon 'Psychic Armor Head' from my Graveyard during my Standby Phase," Press said, the helmet reappearing on his head. Walls of text appeared the helmet, giving Press large descripitions of "Chimeratech Overdragon's" and "Blaze Fenix's" stats and effects. It also showed how "Future Fusion" worked, giving Press a list of strategies to use, each with varying percentages of success, none of which very high. All Press could do was play his cards correctly, no pun intended. Also, thanks to "Psychic Armor Head", he now had a good idea of where other Action Cards were.
"I sacrifice 'Psychic Armor Head' to summon the destroyer of the back row: 'Ancient Gear Engineer'," Press said, the helmet returning to the Graveyard to be replaced with a giant rusty metal robot wielding a drill as its right hand. Now Press hesitated. He couldn't attack Brent's monsters without having it be a suicide attack, and if he attacked Joshua, Joshua would lose the Duel, and more importantly, "Golem" would not reappear. On the other hand, if he attacked Joshua, he could use "Engineer's" effect to destroy "Future Fusion", which would also destroy "Chimeratech Overdragon". Press had plenty of protection against attacks, so Press believed it was for the best. Besides, it wasn't like it was the only "Ancient Gear Golem" in his deck.
"'Ancient Gear Engineer', attack Joshua directly," Press commanded. "Engineer" spun up its drill and charged at Joshua, drill raised to crush him.
"Guess destiny didn't smile on me today," Joshua said before "Engineer's" drill hit him, sending his Life Points to 0 as he fell off the tower he had been on. He was quick though, and used the chains surrounding it to break his fall as he made his way to the water below.
Press then adjusted his glasses slightly and continued on. "Now I activate 'Engineer's' effect. If it is still on the field after damage calculation, I can destroy one Spell or Trap Card my opponent controls, and I choose 'Future Fusion'." "Engineer" spun up its drill again and charged at "Future Fusion".
Brent couldn't hide his surprise that his "Future Fusion", and by extension, "Chimeratech Overdragon", had been destroyed. "You have surprised me time and time again this Duel, Press," Brent complimented. "But you haven't seen everything this Deck is capable of."
"Then I look forward to seeing what you have to offer," Press replied. "Turn End."
(Turn 19: / / )
"My move, then. Draw!" Brent declared. "I'll start with the Spell Card: 'Re-Fusion'; this allows me to Special Summon 'Chimeratech Overdragon' back from my Graveyard by paying 800 of my Life Points, though without his power-boost from before. However, that's of no consequence once I activate my other Spell Card: 'Different Dimension Reincarnation', which allows me to discard my Action Card in order to Special Summon my banished 'Cyber Dragon'!"
The two mechanical dragons arose on Brent's field, and when they had, all he could do was smile. "I now fuse my 'Cyber Dragon' and 'Chimeratech Overdragon' with your 'Ancient Gear Engineer' without the use of a 'Polymerization' card through Contact Fusion. I now Fusion Summon 'Chimeratech Fortress Dragon'!"
Three machines merged into one shining light, which then took the form of another cybernetic creature akin to a snake, though with three heads: one for each of its Fusion Materials. "I'll follow up that Summon with the activation of my face-down Trap Card: 'Fusion Reserve'! With this card, I can reveal to you the 'Elemental HERO Nova Master' eagerly waiting in my Extra Deck and add 'Elemental HERO Blazeman' from my Deck, and one 'Polymerization' from my Graveyard to my hand."
Brent's Duel Disk ejected the appropriate cards for him to add to his hand, and he quickly used one of them in response. "I activate 'Polymerization', fusing 'Blazeman' with 'Laval Magma Cannoneer' from my hand to Fusion Summon the very same 'Elemental HERO Nova Master' I revealed to you earlier!"
Now three Fusion Monsters stood on Brent's field. Granted, he had used every card in his hand and nearly every card on his field in doing so. "Checkmate! I'll kick off my Battle Phase with an attack from 'Nova Master'!" The "Elemental HERO" created a fireball between its palms and threw it in Press' direction.
"I activate 'Scrap-Iron Scarecrow'," Press said, creating the metal scarecrow that was instantly destroyed by the fireball from "Nova Master".
"Doesn't matter," Brent replied as the scarecrow returned to its face-down position. "It can only be used once per turn, right? Then 'Fortress Dragon'! Attack with Cyber Hydra Burst!" At his command, all three of "Chimeratech Fortress Dragon's" heads fired beams of energy at Press.
"You forget my other face-down. Trap Card, reveal: 'Dimensional Prison'," Press said, raising his other face-down card. "This Trap banishes your attacking monster."
Brent was familiar with the card, as he owned a copy in his personal Deck, so when his dragon vanished, he wasn't entirely surprised. "Maybe that was unexpected, but I'll do what I can; 'Blaze Fenix', it's time for your attack! Inferno Skydive!"
Press had nothing left to negate this attack, so he could only take the full force of 2800 points of damage, wincing as he did.
"I guess that's all I've got. I end my turn," Brent said. The two may be on more even ground than before, but he had to stay on his guard. He only hoped his face-down card and an Action Card, if he could find another, would suffice for defense should anything threatening arise. "Let's go, guys! Time to find an Action Card," he directed his monsters.
(Turn 20: / / )
Press drew his next card, hoping that it would be one that would help. It was 'Ancient Gear Golem', which had more than enough ATK to destroy either one of Brent's Fusion Monsters, but he had no tributes for it. Except...
As he examined the rest of his cards, he realized he could do something better. Press looked up from his cards at Brent and said, "I respect the power of Fusion Monsters, so I will use one myself." He grabbed another card and played it. "I activate the Spell Card: 'Power Bond', Press said. "This allows me Summon a Fusion Monster, and double its ATK. However, I don't have the Fusion Materials in my hand, so I also activate 'Cybernetic Fusion Support', which allows me to use Fusion Materials in the Graveyard in addition to my field and hand, although I must pay half my Life Points," Press explained.
"So, I fuse 'Ancient Gear Golem' in my hand with 'Ancient Gear Soldier' and 'Ancient Gear Knight' in my Graveyard, all to Summon my number one monster: 'Ultimate Ancient Gear Golem'," Press said as a giant rusty robot, larger than the others, emerged from the ground. It's ATK registered as 4400 before being boosted up to 9100 from 'Power Bond' and 'Ancient Gear Castle'.
Brent landed on the central bridge of the field in time to see the monstrous, centaur-shaped machine rise onto Press' field. "Woah, that's a lot of ATK!" he exclaimed, snatching up an Action Card in the process. It was a Spell Card, but not one that could save him from the brunt of the attack that was to come. Somewhat nervous, Brent stared at the giant machine, deciding he had to stand his ground.
"Battle Phase. 'Golem', destroy 'Blaze Fenix'!" Press commanded, and 'Golem' launched a ghostly fist like its regular counterpart, but this one was much larger.
"Since you declared an attack, I'm activating my face-down: 'Dimension Wall'!" Brent said in his haste, but when he hit the button on his Duel Disk, it sounded with a buzz, and an error message appeared. "Why didn't it work?!" he exclaimed.
"You can't activate Spells or Traps when an 'Ancient Gear' monster attacks," Press explained, the attack still continuing undeterred.
Brent could only watch now in horror as the fist smashed his monster and reduced his Life Points to zero. He dropped to his knees as the Action Field faded away, leaving them in the familiar LDS court. "I miscalculated again," he muttered, staring at the ground in his shock.
Press calmly walked over to Brent and extended his hand to lift him back up. "That was a fantastic Duel, Brent," Press said. "We should have another one another time."
Brent forced a smile as Press helped him to his feet again. "Yeah, that was pretty awesome," he replied, but was unable to hide the disappointment in his voice. He hadn't messed up two Duels in a row like that in a long time.
"We should also check on Joshua," Press said, turning his head back and forth to find him. "Hopefully he's around somewhere." | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
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Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,012 | 1,298 | 48 | 120 | 688 | That is dueling for you, its a game of chance, the luck of the draw amaya commented "I just started today at this school, father forgot yesterday was the first day"she commented "the name is Amaya Yashia.. .my family is amongst the rich but I don't care"she commented scratching the back of her head. She was obviously nervous with just talking.."I am also in the synchro class...would you like to see my deck? My brother helped me build it "she commented reaching into her light blue bag pulling out a square looking deck wrapped in a blue cloth. | Name: Amaya Yashia
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Course Attended: Synchro
Personality: Amaya has a very quite and shy personality. She is the type of girl that whether stay in the back and let someone else more deserving have the spotlight. She hates being the center of attention and will try to stay out of the spotlight if at all possible mostly due to her very shy personality.
When someone actually gets Amaya to speak and relax around them she tends to bloom into a very sweet girl that is loyal to her friends and will do anything and everything to make sure her friends are safe and happy, even if she truely isnt but she will never allow her own wants to go above others...that wasnt the way she was taught growing up. to her everyone deserves a better happier time then she but that is what makes her more happy is when her friends and others are happy.
Amaya's Naturia deck:
Monsters:
Naturia Bamboo Shoot x3
Naturia Cheeries x3
Naturia Butterflies x3
Naturia Cosmobeet x3
Naturia Antjaw x3
Naturia Pumpkin x3
Naturia Marron x3
Spells:
Naturia forest x3
Barkion's Bark x3
Mystical space typhoon x3
Book of Moon x1
Traps:
Bottomless trap hole x1
mirror force x3
Spiritual earth arts - Kurogane x2
Exterio's Fang x3
Extra:
Naturia Barkion x3
Naturia Landoise x3
Naturia Beast x3
Other: Amaya grew up in a rich enviroment and could have what she wanted but she was always taught to be seen but not heard. atleast that is what her father taught her. Her brother was the one that really saw and knew the real amaya hidden deep inside and it seemed only he could bring her out. amaya had the time of her life around her brother till a year ago when illness took him from her. So she vowed to live his dream and become a duelist like he wanted and taught her. |
48,013 | 1,298 | 49 | 1,159 | 3,549 | Joshua sighed as he deactivated his duel disk and gave his deck a quick shuffle.
"Good game you two." he said before walking off. He wondered the hallways for a little bit before coming across Gale. He could tell she was a bit upset since he knew her by extension of his knowing Brent. Stopping by one of the vending machines to grab her favorite snack he walked over and held out his hand and the treat to her" You look like you've had a rough time. Care to talk about it?"
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"Oh, you're the heiress of the Yashia family?" Amelia asked, slightly surprised. She knew of the family but she had never actually met any of them, even at the banquets her parents had occasionally forced her into attending. She could see the other girl was as uncomfortable talking as she was but this actually brought a small smile to Amelia's face and made her feel a bit better" I'm Amelia Averyonna. I'm sure your family knows mine. We might even handle your family's finances... truthfully I don't care about any of that though. Why should family matter in here? Everyone is equal right?" | - Name: Joshua Tamashii
- Age: 13
- Grade: 8
- Course Attended/Taught: Fusion
- Appearance:
- Personality: Joshua is rough on the outside but a gentle and caring person on the inside. When you first meet him he will either ignore or insult you but given time you will find a loyal friend who is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He can be very good on his feet and adapt to what's going on around him, a trait that's helped him out of many a situation.
During duels Joshua tends to remain focused on his opponent and does his best to keep a level head. If he sees his opponent is new to dueling he will often try to help them out but he won't pull his punches , since he sees that as disrespectful. He goes all out and tries to do his best while having fun.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Destiny HERO Captain Tenacious x3
Destiny HERO Diamond Dude x3
Destiny HERO Doom Lord x3
Destiny Hero Fear Monger x3
Elemental HERO Shadow Mist x3
Destiny HERO Dasher x2
Destiny HERO Double Dude x2
Destiny HERO Dogma x3
Destiny HERO Plasma x3
Spells:
Polymerization x3
Mask Change x3
Destiny Draw x3
Fusion Recovery x3
D-Spirit x2
Traps:
D-Counter x3
D-Shield x3
D-Mirage x3
Destiny Signal x2
Extra Deck:
Destiny End Dragoon x3
Masked HERO Dark Law x3
Vision HERO Adoration x3
Vision HERO Trinity x3
- Other Details
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- Name: Amelia Averyonna
- Age: 11
- Grade 6
-Course Attended/Taught: Synchro
- Appearance:
- Personality Amelia is a kind, polite, but very shy girl who has difficulty talking to others. Despite being brought up in an environment were she could get anything she wants(i.e, she's rich) she doesn't view anyone as being lower then her, but instead sees them as being better then her. She doesn't value money or material goods but rather she values the people she's around and feels like she could trust, seeing as she has never really had anyone to call a friend before.
During a duel it's obvious she's still learning the game and lacks confidence. Despite this she can still hold her own because she constantly practices, although it's unlikely she'll win.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Gusto Falco x3
Gusto Egul x3
Gusto Gulldo x3
Kamui, Hope of Gusto x3
Winda, Priestess of Gusto x3
Musto, Oracle of Gusto x3
Reeze, Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Windaar, Sage of Gusto x2
Spells:
Quill Pen of Guldos x3
Book of Moon x1
Dark Hole x1
Mystical Space Typhon x3
Traps:
Blessings for Gusto x2
Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabix3
Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Mirror Force x2
Compulsory Evacuation Device x1.
Extra Deck
Diagusto Sphreez x3
Diagusto Eguls x3
Diagusto Falcos x3
Daigusto Gulldos x3
- Other Details: Amelia suffered from an unknown heart condition that can cause her tremendous pain and to cough up blood whenever she is pushed beyond her physical limits. Even though this is a severe handicap for her, especially turning Action Duels or gym class, she pushes forwards despite it, hating it when people pity her because of the condition. |
48,014 | 1,298 | 50 | 120 | 688 | Yeah...I been told some other family was assisting mine and your right, in this school we are just two girls who took a liking to synchro summoning and the various cute monsters withinshe commented with a smile before she moved over to Amelia "you wanna be ordinary friends...enjoying each others company as equals?"asked amaya gently.
Amaya was honestly enjoying her small conversation with Amelia as Amelia didn't holds her on a high pillar and Amelia didn't think bad of her. This amaya liked greatly... being treated equally. | Name: Amaya Yashia
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Course Attended: Synchro
Personality: Amaya has a very quite and shy personality. She is the type of girl that whether stay in the back and let someone else more deserving have the spotlight. She hates being the center of attention and will try to stay out of the spotlight if at all possible mostly due to her very shy personality.
When someone actually gets Amaya to speak and relax around them she tends to bloom into a very sweet girl that is loyal to her friends and will do anything and everything to make sure her friends are safe and happy, even if she truely isnt but she will never allow her own wants to go above others...that wasnt the way she was taught growing up. to her everyone deserves a better happier time then she but that is what makes her more happy is when her friends and others are happy.
Amaya's Naturia deck:
Monsters:
Naturia Bamboo Shoot x3
Naturia Cheeries x3
Naturia Butterflies x3
Naturia Cosmobeet x3
Naturia Antjaw x3
Naturia Pumpkin x3
Naturia Marron x3
Spells:
Naturia forest x3
Barkion's Bark x3
Mystical space typhoon x3
Book of Moon x1
Traps:
Bottomless trap hole x1
mirror force x3
Spiritual earth arts - Kurogane x2
Exterio's Fang x3
Extra:
Naturia Barkion x3
Naturia Landoise x3
Naturia Beast x3
Other: Amaya grew up in a rich enviroment and could have what she wanted but she was always taught to be seen but not heard. atleast that is what her father taught her. Her brother was the one that really saw and knew the real amaya hidden deep inside and it seemed only he could bring her out. amaya had the time of her life around her brother till a year ago when illness took him from her. So she vowed to live his dream and become a duelist like he wanted and taught her. |
48,015 | 1,298 | 51 | 1,968 | 1,268 | Gale ran almost blindly down to the Action Dueling pavilions, where she expected Brent would be. Though she had passed Josh along the way, and though he had seemed to offer something to her, she was beyond worrying about that. She wanted nothing more than the protection her brother could give her. Gale had guessed his location right, and found him there standing next to some other guy. "Brent!" she cried. "This guy . . . he just . . . we Dueled and . . . he said . . . " Gale was trying to tell Brent what had happened, but was having difficulty gathering her thoughts and speaking between her sobs.
"Calm down Gale," he coaxed, putting a relaxed hand on her shoulder. "Breathe slowly, okay?"
She followed his advice and did what she could to slow her breathing. She was still sniffling, but she would be able to speak finally.
"Better?" Brent asked.
Her only response was a very subtle nod.
"Alright. Start from the beginning. Who is 'this guy'?"
"Some guy named Korbin," she began, her voice still shaky. "He came to the Ritual classroom and Dueled me. Then he beat me and said that I was . . . I was . . . " she stopped again and started crying.
Brent's resolution became fierce in the single moment it took her to begin bawling again. He hadn't heard what this "Korbin" character had said, but he had heard enough. Normally, he wasn't the fighting kind of person, but he was also very protective of his younger sister. No one would hurt her on his watch, and he would make this known to whomever tried to.
"Press?" Brent asked, now trying to keep himself from becoming overly angry until he could look the culprit in the eye. "I know I've barely met you, but I've got to go settle some scores for my sister. Mind sitting here with her just to make sure she's alright? I'm trusting I'd be leaving her in good hands with you."
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"'Masked Beast Des Gardius', attack his face-down monster," Kaeru commanded, completely unentertained that he and some other student were being used as examples in front of his Special Summoning class.
"That triggers its effect," his opponent said. "'Giant Rat' now Special Summons my 'Superheavy Samurai Big Benkei' from my Deck in Attack Position. Then, since it was Special Summoned 'Big Benkei' switches itself into Defense Position."
Kaeru yawned.
"What, not impressed, yet? Quick-Play Spell activation: 'Inferno Reckless Summon'! This Special Summons two additional copies of 'Big Benkei' to my field! And since the effect of your 'Des Gardius' requires Tributes for its Special Summon, and you only have that one monster on your field, it looks like you won't be getting the same benefits," the other boy taunted.
Kaeru didn't even care. "You know, I think I'll take advantage of your quick Summoning. I Tribute two of your new trio, Special Summoning 'Lava Golem' to your field," he explained calmly, throwing the card across the classroom to the other student. Then, moments later, the monster appeared on his side of the field. "I'll continue by equipping that 'Lava Golem' with 'Mask of the Accursed'." With his words, the hideous mask appeared on the head of the already gruesome golem, engulfing its face. "I end my turn here," Kaeru said blandly.
"I draw," the other student said as his turn started.
"Then during your Standby Phase, 'Lava Golem' melts away 1000 of your Life Points," Kaeru said.
The other student seemed slightly annoyed as his Life Points were whittled down to 1600. Then again, said student was trapped in a cage. "I activate 'The Reliable Guardian', boosting 'Big Benkei's' DEF by 700 points," the student said, and "Big Benkei" was increased to 4200 DEF. "I'll also activate 'Acidic Downpour', which is a Field Spell that also increases 'Benkei's' DEF, this time by 400." Again, "Benkei" grew stronger, now becoming 4600 DEF points.
"Now for my Battle Phase," the student said. "Since 'Benkei's' effect allows it to declare attacks while in Defense Position, using its DEF for its ATK, I'll have 'Benkei' attack 'Masked Beast Des Gardius'!"
Kaeru made no attempt to negate the attack or even reduce the damage he was about to take. His monster was struck down and he was reduced from 4000 Life Points to 2700. "This activates the effect of my destroyed monster, allowing me to activate 'The Mask of Remnants' straight from my Deck. When activated via this effect, this mask will take control of one monster it equips to, so my mask which turns the heart of its wearer, the very spirit of betrayal, seize 'Benkei'!"
The mask latched onto the giant machine, which wrestled to remove it from his face. After a few moments, "Benkei" ceased struggling and simply marched to Kaeru's side of the field. "Hehehehe . . . " Kaeru chuckled darkly. "Do you enjoy the face of the traitor? For your own card will be your destruction."
"I end my turn," Kaeru's opponent said.
"Then it's my move," Kaeru began, picking up his card. "Now the effect of my 'Mask of the Accursed' inflicts you 500 damage." The student's Life Points dropped to 1100, and Kaeru didn't bother with what card he had drawn. "I activate my face-down card, 'Phantom Knights Shadow Veil'. This increases both the ATK and DEF of 'Benkei' by 300 points." The monstrously powerful monster became 4200 DEF, towering over "Lava Golem". "Now, 'Benkei', attack and end this Duel!"
The titan smashed the ground, creating a fissure that erupted, destroying "Lava Golem" and depleting the last of his opponent's Life Points. "Nice try," Kaeru said, certain the student would be having nightmares from the view of such hideous cards, but that was the way Kaeru's Deck worked. The two returned to their seats, and the professor began lecturing again. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
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Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,016 | 1,298 | 52 | 2,096 | 5,087 | Press looked at Gale, who had just come in unexpectedly, then nodded to Brent, saying, "Sure."
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Michelle ran, heading toward the Action Dueling pavilions. "The nerve of that guy!" Michelle muttered angrily. "Can you believe him, Freya?"
"You were going to draw me next turn too," Freya said, equally angry. "but noooo, he just HAD to give up without a fight."
Then Michelle slipped and fell, landing on her face, her glasses slipping off her face. "Ow... that hurt," Michelle said in a pained tone as she slowly got up and began fumbling around for her glasses.
"No wonder why people say not to run in hallways," Freya said, half-joking and half-concerned.
"Shut up, Freya, you're not helping," Michelle said, finally finding her glasses and rubbing the lenses on her shirt to remove any dust, then placing them back where they belonged. "Alright, let's go," Michelle said, continuing on.
Michelle soon found the Action Dueling pavilions and looked around, quickly finding Gale, who was with who appeared to be... Press? Michelle didn't know why he was here, except maybe to Duel, of course. Michelle also saw Brent heading off toward her, and Michelle waved to him. She didn't know what Gale had said to Brent, but she could easily guess, and it seemed Brent was off to find Korbin. Michelle knew that if someone made her sister cry, she'd go after that person too. | Name:
lleywin glyndwr
Age:14
Grade:9
Class attended: Xyz
Appearance:
lleywin stands at a good 5'10 with dark brown hair and eyes, he tends to wear a black leather jacket with red stitching to match his monsters, his jeans has an extra pocket in which he stores his spare cards,On his wrist is a s watch which attaches to his duel disk. he prefers to wear black nike airmax trainers for comfort and on his wrists are bikers gloves to help him with carpal tunnel syndrome.
Personality:
lleywin tends to be more quiet and focused in duels, focusing on countering his opponent with cards like infection infestation and magic cylinder while using vylon disigma and evilswarm bahumut to use the opponent's cards against them. In normal life, he dreams of becoming a famous duelist and so learns everything he can to help him achieve this goal
Monsters(29)
ES castor x3
ES thunderbird x3
ES salamdra x3
ES Hraesvelg x3
ES azzathoth x3
ES kerykeion x3
ES mandragora x3
Kagetokage x3
Dark armed dragon x2
Effect veiler x3
Spell and traps(49)
Infestion infection x3
infestion epidemic x3
dark illusion x3
deck devastation virus x3
call of the haunted x3
monster reborn x3
creeping darkness x3
return from a different dimension x3
chaos zone x3
Xyz reborn x3
generation force x2
burial from a different dimension x3
gold sarcophagus x1
pot of dichotomy x3
allure of darkness x3
last turn<FORBIDDEN
axe of dispair x3
big bang shot x3
Extra deck:
Xyz:
ES bahumut x2
ES nightmare x1
ES ouroboros x1
ES ophion x1
king of the feral imps x1
Daigusto emeral x2
evolzaur laggia x1
evolzaur dolkka x1
Number 66:master key beetle x1
Backstory: not going to reveal much yet because it's going to be a major part of my private storyline, what i will explain is that number 66 is a huge part of it because of a troubled childhood and i really want to keep number 66 as part of my posts
OOC:is it just me or does number 66 remind you of the gate to hell |
48,017 | 1,298 | 53 | 1,968 | 1,268 | Hi, Michelle, Brent said with a rather deep attitude, though still remembering the name of his sister's new friend. He didn't say anything more after that as he marched out of the pavilion, a set determination on his face and a blazing inferno in his eye. As he passed Joshua in the hall, he gave a short nod to him, still looking as ready to lash out against someone as a lion prepared to pounce on its prey and devour it. He had lost all sense of mercy. His sister had been hurt, and there would be no friendly "talking it over" when Brent found Korbin.
He did a quick search on who this person was, finding what course he attended, and discovered that, much to his regret, it was the Xyz Course. Brent would hate to send a negative message to the Xyz Professor who had helped him with his essay only the previous day, but he figured it would be better to ask forgiveness than permission at this point.
He located the Xyz classroom, but didn't find Korbin there. After asking around, he finally tracked the boy to the courtyard. Brent stormed up to him, grabbing a fistful of his collar. "Don't ever hurt my sister again," Brent said in a hushed, but venomous, voice. "I don't care if she's a great Duelist or a terrible one. You let her be, and if I ever so much as catch you within fifty feet of her, I swear, I'll--" Brent made himself stop speaking before he said something he'd regret, but still keeping his eyes focused on the younger student's with such rage that he was sure, should he have looked in a mirror, would have terrified even himself. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
---
Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,018 | 1,298 | 54 | 2,096 | 5,087 | Michelle was about to tell Brent about how ridiculously easy she had beaten Korbin, but then she saw the fire in his eyes and instinctively knew that he was out for revenge. She was about to say something again, to tell him to stop, but he marched past her without giving a second glance. Michelle watched him go for a second, and decided that it was probably for the best. Instead, she decided that she should go to help comfort Gale.
---
Press was a bit uncomfortable about having to watch over Gale. He had little to no idea about what to actually say or do, and only stayed to watch her because of Brent. It was then that a girl came over and asked, "Hey, Gale, you alright?" Press then identified her as the girl that bumped into him the other day. Press never asked about her name, and was about to do so now, but then the girl turned to him and asked, "Excuse me, um, Press was it? Do you... mind if I... spend a little time, with Gale here? You know, alone?" Press replied, "Well.... sure, of course," relieved that he didn't have to stay there any longer, and walked away.
---
Michelle hugged Gale and said, "Hey, it'll be alright, Gale." | Name:
lleywin glyndwr
Age:14
Grade:9
Class attended: Xyz
Appearance:
lleywin stands at a good 5'10 with dark brown hair and eyes, he tends to wear a black leather jacket with red stitching to match his monsters, his jeans has an extra pocket in which he stores his spare cards,On his wrist is a s watch which attaches to his duel disk. he prefers to wear black nike airmax trainers for comfort and on his wrists are bikers gloves to help him with carpal tunnel syndrome.
Personality:
lleywin tends to be more quiet and focused in duels, focusing on countering his opponent with cards like infection infestation and magic cylinder while using vylon disigma and evilswarm bahumut to use the opponent's cards against them. In normal life, he dreams of becoming a famous duelist and so learns everything he can to help him achieve this goal
Monsters(29)
ES castor x3
ES thunderbird x3
ES salamdra x3
ES Hraesvelg x3
ES azzathoth x3
ES kerykeion x3
ES mandragora x3
Kagetokage x3
Dark armed dragon x2
Effect veiler x3
Spell and traps(49)
Infestion infection x3
infestion epidemic x3
dark illusion x3
deck devastation virus x3
call of the haunted x3
monster reborn x3
creeping darkness x3
return from a different dimension x3
chaos zone x3
Xyz reborn x3
generation force x2
burial from a different dimension x3
gold sarcophagus x1
pot of dichotomy x3
allure of darkness x3
last turn<FORBIDDEN
axe of dispair x3
big bang shot x3
Extra deck:
Xyz:
ES bahumut x2
ES nightmare x1
ES ouroboros x1
ES ophion x1
king of the feral imps x1
Daigusto emeral x2
evolzaur laggia x1
evolzaur dolkka x1
Number 66:master key beetle x1
Backstory: not going to reveal much yet because it's going to be a major part of my private storyline, what i will explain is that number 66 is a huge part of it because of a troubled childhood and i really want to keep number 66 as part of my posts
OOC:is it just me or does number 66 remind you of the gate to hell |
48,019 | 1,298 | 55 | 2,295 | 427 | Korbin, too busy juggling the soccer ball to notice the enraged boy coming up to him, started a little as he was grabbed by the collar. Of course, the look of surprise vanished from his face almost instantly, returning to it's usual empty state. "Your sister?" Korbin asked. "Ah, yes, you must mean Gale." Korbin grabbed the boy's wrists and twisted them outwards, effectively escaping his grasp. As soon as he was free, Korbin walked to where his soccer ball had landed. With a flick of his foot, the soccer ball was back in the air, Korbin juggling it with his legs.
'Let's get something straight. Your sister isn't a good duelist. Records don't lie. And it's not my fault that you two can't grasp the reality of your sisters skill. Or, in this case, her lack of it. I was simply stating a fact. Now, if you would please leave me alone. This takes a lot more focus than you might think." | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,020 | 1,298 | 56 | 1,968 | 1,268 | Gale forced her tears to still again for a moment when Michelle spoke, once again simply sniffling with an occasional drop leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Do . . . *sniff* . . . Do you think . . . *sniff* . . . I should . . . *sniff* . . . I should just give up . . . *sniff* . . . like he said?" Gale managed to ask between uncontrollable sniffling. She was aware of her lower-than-average record, which had never bothered her before, but having it thrown back in her face like that had completely devastated her.
---
Brent felt as though he could tackle the boy after his ignorant and completely repulsive response. "Listen, whether her record was good or bad means nothing right now. This has to do with the fact of insulting someone to the point of tears is . . . it's disgusting. To be so detached from human emotion like you are makes me sick. I'm doing this because I care about my sister. Not that you'd understand what it means to protect a sibling. You're probably a spoiled only child who gets everything he wants from his parents." Brent had likely pushed some buttons with what he had said, but he figured really make it plain how it felt, he had to try to strike at Korbin's cold, rock-solid heart, assuming he even had that. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
---
Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,021 | 1,298 | 57 | 2,295 | 427 | Korbin had stopped listening at that point. It's not like this boy had anything to say that would interest him, and like he had said, juggling a soccer ball took a lot of focus, more focus than could be split between juggling the ball and whatever nonsense this boy had to say.
"... a spoiled only child who gets everything he wants from his parents."
Korbin's head stared straight ahead, away from the soccer ball. A split second later, Korbin reared his foot back, kicking the ball on the way down square in to the boy's face, as hard as he possibly could. This would probably knock him down on to his back, or at least to a sitting position. As soon as the boy had fallen, Korbin pounced on him, leaning over his body, head tilted to the side. His face was still scarily blank. He didn't say anything, just stared at the boy dead in the eyes, with no readable expression. If the boy were to try to wiggle free or strike back at him, he would shove his shoulders in to the ground with surprising strength, using his knees to pin the boys arms to the ground rather painfully. After a good 15 seconds or so of staring, Korbin finally decided to speak. "I understand you're trying to protect your sister. But the damage is done, now isn't it? Nothing you can do about it now except get mad, but that would only make things worse, now won't it? Look at where you are. Pinned to the ground, helpless. Now, I'm going to get up, slowly, and if you move, we'll be sitting in this position a lot longer than you'd feel comfortable with." Korbin did what was promised, slowly releasing the pressure on the boy's arms before he was standing up again. After he was fully standing up, he reached out a hand to help the boy up. "If you have an idea of how to make this better, I'd be willing to help you out." | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,022 | 1,298 | 58 | 2,096 | 5,087 | Nonsense, don't even think of it, Michelle said, hugging her more tightly. "That boy was mean, and you know it." She patted Gale on the head, letting Gale rest her head on Michelle's shoulder. A few wet tears landed on Michelle, but she tried to ignore that. She smiled and said, "You almost beat even me, and you know how powerful my deck is." Michelle was probably stretching the truth there quite a bit, but this was for Gale. "You're a great Duelist just like your brother. After all, he'd say the same things I just said, and you know how older siblings think they're always right," Michelle said. | Name:
lleywin glyndwr
Age:14
Grade:9
Class attended: Xyz
Appearance:
lleywin stands at a good 5'10 with dark brown hair and eyes, he tends to wear a black leather jacket with red stitching to match his monsters, his jeans has an extra pocket in which he stores his spare cards,On his wrist is a s watch which attaches to his duel disk. he prefers to wear black nike airmax trainers for comfort and on his wrists are bikers gloves to help him with carpal tunnel syndrome.
Personality:
lleywin tends to be more quiet and focused in duels, focusing on countering his opponent with cards like infection infestation and magic cylinder while using vylon disigma and evilswarm bahumut to use the opponent's cards against them. In normal life, he dreams of becoming a famous duelist and so learns everything he can to help him achieve this goal
Monsters(29)
ES castor x3
ES thunderbird x3
ES salamdra x3
ES Hraesvelg x3
ES azzathoth x3
ES kerykeion x3
ES mandragora x3
Kagetokage x3
Dark armed dragon x2
Effect veiler x3
Spell and traps(49)
Infestion infection x3
infestion epidemic x3
dark illusion x3
deck devastation virus x3
call of the haunted x3
monster reborn x3
creeping darkness x3
return from a different dimension x3
chaos zone x3
Xyz reborn x3
generation force x2
burial from a different dimension x3
gold sarcophagus x1
pot of dichotomy x3
allure of darkness x3
last turn<FORBIDDEN
axe of dispair x3
big bang shot x3
Extra deck:
Xyz:
ES bahumut x2
ES nightmare x1
ES ouroboros x1
ES ophion x1
king of the feral imps x1
Daigusto emeral x2
evolzaur laggia x1
evolzaur dolkka x1
Number 66:master key beetle x1
Backstory: not going to reveal much yet because it's going to be a major part of my private storyline, what i will explain is that number 66 is a huge part of it because of a troubled childhood and i really want to keep number 66 as part of my posts
OOC:is it just me or does number 66 remind you of the gate to hell |
48,023 | 1,298 | 59 | 1,159 | 3,549 | You do realize he was neither helpless nor alone in this matter right, monsieur spoiled brat. a voice said behind Korbin. When the boy turned around, which seemed likely given his reaction to the spoiled brat reaction last time, his face would be met nicely with the bottom of a shoe that was heading towards his head. Joshua had followed Brent the moment he had seen him passing by, looking like he would murder someone. He had watched the confrontation right up until Korbin tackled Brent to the ground. At that point he had waited until Korbin got up before trying the old bait and hit. Of course if the bait didn't hurt he would still hit the boy." Damage done or not, you had no reason to say what you said. You were simply being an ass. The least you could do is go back and apologize. And maybe in exchange I'll apologize for hitting you... maybe. Depends on how much emotion you put into the apology. Though if I had to guess, you feel as much emotion as that ball of your. Little to none."
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"You have a very odd way of speaking." Amelia said, having to try and decipher some of things Amaya said" As for seeing my deck... well, the only way you'll see it is in a duel." | - Name: Joshua Tamashii
- Age: 13
- Grade: 8
- Course Attended/Taught: Fusion
- Appearance:
- Personality: Joshua is rough on the outside but a gentle and caring person on the inside. When you first meet him he will either ignore or insult you but given time you will find a loyal friend who is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He can be very good on his feet and adapt to what's going on around him, a trait that's helped him out of many a situation.
During duels Joshua tends to remain focused on his opponent and does his best to keep a level head. If he sees his opponent is new to dueling he will often try to help them out but he won't pull his punches , since he sees that as disrespectful. He goes all out and tries to do his best while having fun.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Destiny HERO Captain Tenacious x3
Destiny HERO Diamond Dude x3
Destiny HERO Doom Lord x3
Destiny Hero Fear Monger x3
Elemental HERO Shadow Mist x3
Destiny HERO Dasher x2
Destiny HERO Double Dude x2
Destiny HERO Dogma x3
Destiny HERO Plasma x3
Spells:
Polymerization x3
Mask Change x3
Destiny Draw x3
Fusion Recovery x3
D-Spirit x2
Traps:
D-Counter x3
D-Shield x3
D-Mirage x3
Destiny Signal x2
Extra Deck:
Destiny End Dragoon x3
Masked HERO Dark Law x3
Vision HERO Adoration x3
Vision HERO Trinity x3
- Other Details
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- Name: Amelia Averyonna
- Age: 11
- Grade 6
-Course Attended/Taught: Synchro
- Appearance:
- Personality Amelia is a kind, polite, but very shy girl who has difficulty talking to others. Despite being brought up in an environment were she could get anything she wants(i.e, she's rich) she doesn't view anyone as being lower then her, but instead sees them as being better then her. She doesn't value money or material goods but rather she values the people she's around and feels like she could trust, seeing as she has never really had anyone to call a friend before.
During a duel it's obvious she's still learning the game and lacks confidence. Despite this she can still hold her own because she constantly practices, although it's unlikely she'll win.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Gusto Falco x3
Gusto Egul x3
Gusto Gulldo x3
Kamui, Hope of Gusto x3
Winda, Priestess of Gusto x3
Musto, Oracle of Gusto x3
Reeze, Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Windaar, Sage of Gusto x2
Spells:
Quill Pen of Guldos x3
Book of Moon x1
Dark Hole x1
Mystical Space Typhon x3
Traps:
Blessings for Gusto x2
Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabix3
Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Mirror Force x2
Compulsory Evacuation Device x1.
Extra Deck
Diagusto Sphreez x3
Diagusto Eguls x3
Diagusto Falcos x3
Daigusto Gulldos x3
- Other Details: Amelia suffered from an unknown heart condition that can cause her tremendous pain and to cough up blood whenever she is pushed beyond her physical limits. Even though this is a severe handicap for her, especially turning Action Duels or gym class, she pushes forwards despite it, hating it when people pity her because of the condition. |
48,024 | 1,298 | 60 | 1,968 | 1,268 | Michelle's last comment had at least made Gale smile a bit. "Thanks, Michelle," she said. She had to agree, though. Brent didn't talk a whole lot, but he could be stubborn when he did. Slowly, Gale pulled away and used her hand and arm to wipe away some of her tears. She sniffed one more time before speaking again. "What do you think Brent's gonna do to him?" she asked. "I hope he doesn't get himself hurt."
---
Having lost his sense of balance, attempting to get up was a challenge for Brent. With his right hand, he pushed himself into an upright sitting position; with his left, he lightly touched his nose. Pain shot through his head at even that. When he pulled his hand away, he realized his nose was bleeding from the small stain on his hand. The soccer ball had done some damage, that was certain. Luckily, Joshua had come to his aid. If Brent hadn't been dazed from the ball nailing him in the face, he might have been able to shake the boy off him before, but given the situation, he had been helpless.
Brent miraculously got his feet beneath him and stumbled to the edge of the court and, for the moment, nursed his bleeding nose, wanting to stay in the vicinity should he be able to help Joshua at some point. After a few seconds, maybe his balance would come back to him. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
---
Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,025 | 1,298 | 61 | 2,096 | 5,087 | Michelle smiled and said, "If we know anything about people in this school, it's that this will probably turn into a Duel." She turned to look at the exit Brent used and said, "Korbin won't be easy to beat, though. I Dueled him after you left, and won, but only because I went first. If I hadn't, he probably might have instead." She sighed, then said, "If they're gonna Duel, Brent won't have an easy time." She turned back to Gale and said, "We should probably go find your brother before he does anything stupid." | Name:
lleywin glyndwr
Age:14
Grade:9
Class attended: Xyz
Appearance:
lleywin stands at a good 5'10 with dark brown hair and eyes, he tends to wear a black leather jacket with red stitching to match his monsters, his jeans has an extra pocket in which he stores his spare cards,On his wrist is a s watch which attaches to his duel disk. he prefers to wear black nike airmax trainers for comfort and on his wrists are bikers gloves to help him with carpal tunnel syndrome.
Personality:
lleywin tends to be more quiet and focused in duels, focusing on countering his opponent with cards like infection infestation and magic cylinder while using vylon disigma and evilswarm bahumut to use the opponent's cards against them. In normal life, he dreams of becoming a famous duelist and so learns everything he can to help him achieve this goal
Monsters(29)
ES castor x3
ES thunderbird x3
ES salamdra x3
ES Hraesvelg x3
ES azzathoth x3
ES kerykeion x3
ES mandragora x3
Kagetokage x3
Dark armed dragon x2
Effect veiler x3
Spell and traps(49)
Infestion infection x3
infestion epidemic x3
dark illusion x3
deck devastation virus x3
call of the haunted x3
monster reborn x3
creeping darkness x3
return from a different dimension x3
chaos zone x3
Xyz reborn x3
generation force x2
burial from a different dimension x3
gold sarcophagus x1
pot of dichotomy x3
allure of darkness x3
last turn<FORBIDDEN
axe of dispair x3
big bang shot x3
Extra deck:
Xyz:
ES bahumut x2
ES nightmare x1
ES ouroboros x1
ES ophion x1
king of the feral imps x1
Daigusto emeral x2
evolzaur laggia x1
evolzaur dolkka x1
Number 66:master key beetle x1
Backstory: not going to reveal much yet because it's going to be a major part of my private storyline, what i will explain is that number 66 is a huge part of it because of a troubled childhood and i really want to keep number 66 as part of my posts
OOC:is it just me or does number 66 remind you of the gate to hell |
48,026 | 1,298 | 62 | 2,295 | 427 | Korbin was satisfied with the damage he had done to the boy. He shouldn't have been accusing people he just met with such things. In Korbin's mind, it was his fault he had received the bloody nose. After Korbin had got up and offered to help the boy up, a new voice made itself known behind Korbin. He turned around slowly, but just fast enough to see the kick coming. He blocked it with his hand, gripping the new boy's foot harder than he needed too. He was getting a little mad at these people. He could have yanked his foot from underneath him, send him on his back like he did the other boy. But not today.
Korbin released the new boy's foot and took a few steps away from him, out of range of another possible strike. He sighed loudly, pinching his nose. "Alright, you two, you've made your point. But I've made mine as well. Now let's all just take a moment to calm down. We won't get anywhere like this." He pointed to the boy he struck with the soccer ball. "Get a tissue for that. Blood stains, and we wouldn't want anyone seeing it." He turned back to the new face. "And you. I offered to help, if there was a way to make this better. But I'm probably out of everyone's good graces right now, so an apology isn't going to cut it. With that in mind, what is there to do about distraught little Gale?" | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,027 | 1,298 | 63 | 1,968 | 1,268 | Brent opened his mouth to speak, and almost stopped himself when it felt like it stretched more muscle in his face than normal. Of course, keeping blood off his shirt was the last thing he was worried about until things were sorted out. It wasn't like if anyone asked him how a blood stain got on his shirt that he would tattle on Korbin. This was a matter for them to deal with themselves, rather than looking for revenge by getting the other slammed in detention or whatever.
Holding his first finger horizontally under his nose, Brent said in a rather congested voice, "If you want to try making amends somehow, she's down at the Action Duel pavilions. But if there's any funny business at all, you'll be helplessly outnumbered. Otherwise, I don't want you going anywhere near her. I mean honestly. I don't know if you're capable of showing any emotion, but if you had a sibling you were close with, imagine how it would feel to see that sibling depressed because someone made them feel completely worthless. What would you do?"
Brent hoped that maybe this guy could pretend to have some emotion, that maybe he would have struck a soft spot in Korbin's heart, to show this cruel kid that there's something greater than caring about oneself all the time. He turned to leave, trying to remember if there was a bathroom between here and the pavilions so he could clean up the blood. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
---
Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,028 | 1,298 | 64 | 120 | 688 | Amaya pouted some as she then smiled "aw I really have to duel...I stink at dueling...I never been too good and the deck I have I havn't dueled with much. I will duel you if you want"she commented unwrapping her Deck while looking at her top card with a smile | Name: Amaya Yashia
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Course Attended: Synchro
Personality: Amaya has a very quite and shy personality. She is the type of girl that whether stay in the back and let someone else more deserving have the spotlight. She hates being the center of attention and will try to stay out of the spotlight if at all possible mostly due to her very shy personality.
When someone actually gets Amaya to speak and relax around them she tends to bloom into a very sweet girl that is loyal to her friends and will do anything and everything to make sure her friends are safe and happy, even if she truely isnt but she will never allow her own wants to go above others...that wasnt the way she was taught growing up. to her everyone deserves a better happier time then she but that is what makes her more happy is when her friends and others are happy.
Amaya's Naturia deck:
Monsters:
Naturia Bamboo Shoot x3
Naturia Cheeries x3
Naturia Butterflies x3
Naturia Cosmobeet x3
Naturia Antjaw x3
Naturia Pumpkin x3
Naturia Marron x3
Spells:
Naturia forest x3
Barkion's Bark x3
Mystical space typhoon x3
Book of Moon x1
Traps:
Bottomless trap hole x1
mirror force x3
Spiritual earth arts - Kurogane x2
Exterio's Fang x3
Extra:
Naturia Barkion x3
Naturia Landoise x3
Naturia Beast x3
Other: Amaya grew up in a rich enviroment and could have what she wanted but she was always taught to be seen but not heard. atleast that is what her father taught her. Her brother was the one that really saw and knew the real amaya hidden deep inside and it seemed only he could bring her out. amaya had the time of her life around her brother till a year ago when illness took him from her. So she vowed to live his dream and become a duelist like he wanted and taught her. |
48,029 | 1,298 | 65 | 2,295 | 427 | Korbin nodded at Brent's condition. A part of him did want to apologize to Gale, if only just to get on everyone's good, or at least neutral sides. He certainly didn't mean to make Gale cry, not in the slightest. In his mind, he thought he was completely justified with what he said. But with everyone else, that apparently wasn't the case... And even still, remembering his own family, he started to take the blame off of the retaliators and on to himself. Korbin would, in fact, be outraged if anyone were to make his little sister cry, even if they were just stating facts. But he didn't allow himself to show any sympathy. Instead, his face stayed blank as he walked towards the Action Pavillions to where Gale supposedly was. Let's get this over with...
He walked next to Brent, striding at the same length. He turned his head towards him, getting ready to firstly apologize to him. "Brent," he started before taking a long pause to consider what he had to say. After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back again, his face ice cold as the words came out of his mouth. "Sorry about your nose," Korbin managed to force out, but he meant it. The whole "only child" thing struck the wrong chord with him, and he didn't like to be angry like that. Especially when it involved hurting someone. Korbin then turned back to Brent, hand held out for a hand shake with him. "Maybe we should get ourselves on neutral terms with each other." This time, his words were a little less forced and a bit more genuine.
---
Professor McKillings sat in the teachers lounge, sipping a warm cup of tea. The day, it seemed, was coming to an end perfectly for him. He had a large stack of homework for him to correct tonight, meaning his students were doing the work. Great. The Tribute classroom was alive with students and the holograms of cards as they dueled each other. At a glance, he recognized every single card in play at that moment. Double Coston, Super Conductor Tyranno, Jinzo, Chronomally Mayan Machine... It was pleasing to see such good duels taking place in the classroom.
Professor McKillings turned around in his swivel chair, observing three shrines lined up against a wall, each depicting an Egyptian God. To the right was "Obelisk", to the left was "Slifer", and in the middle, Professor McKillings personal favorite: "The Winged Dragon of Ra." He took a moment to revel in the majesty of the three statues... All were summoned through three tributes, so McKillings thought it fitting that he placed the statues for his students to observe. Unfortunately, none of his students would ever have the privilege of wielding such powerful monsters. But through McKilling's prestigious background, he had managed to earn the right to wield one of the beasts. He let out a content sigh, turning back to his classroom to watch his students duel. | Name - Alice Okiyama
Age - 8
Gender - Female
Course Attended - Alice does not attend LDS. Yet. Maybe later in the story this will change.
Alice Okiyama is the sister of Korbin Okiyama. Unlike her brother, she's a lot more polite and humble. Because she is bound to a hospital bed most of the day due to a heart condition, she's a little awkward, having trouble talking and maintaining a conversation. She does share one quality with her brother: a love for dueling. She hasn't ever been challenged by anyone except for her brother, but if she were to be, then she wouldn't refuse it.
Wind-Up Soldier x3
Wind-Up Knight x2
Wind-Up Shark x3
Wind-Up Warrior x2
Wind-Up Juggler x1
Wind-Up Dog x3
Wind-Up Rat x3
Wind-Up Honeybee x3
Pot of Duality x2
Mystical Space Typhoon x3
Wind-Up Factory x3
Overwind x2
Bottomless Trap Hole x1
Mirror Force x3
Torrential Tribute x1
Trap Stun x3
Dimensional Prison x2
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaity x1
Wind-Up Arsenal Zenmaioh x2
Wind-Up Zenmaister x2
Wind-Up Zenmaines x2
Steelswarm Roach x1
Tiras, Keeper of Genesis x2
---
BOOM, first new character. She won't be around a lot at first because of her heart condition, but it'll eventually get to the point where she'lives be a regular character. There will be one more coming, this one a professor. |
48,030 | 1,298 | 66 | 1,968 | 1,268 | Brent was struck by the words Korbin spoke. Not negatively, but the fact that they were the most meaningful words he had heard the boy say. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to respond. Then, with the hand that blood hadn't dripped on, Brent shook Korbin's hand. "I . . . I guess I should apologize, too. I said some things back there that were . . . inappropriate, so I'm sorry." Brent figured if Korbin would be willing to apologize, he should do the same, shortly afterwords noticing a restroom down the hall a little ways. "Uhm," he started, not sure exactly how to excuse himself. "I guess I should, uh, you know, clean up this blood." He made himself turn without waiting for a response and made his way to the restroom, knowing his face probably looked like it had been through a war.
Filling a sink with water, Brent began cleaning himself. Luckily, the blood had coagulated, and it was no longer running down his face. It would take a couple of minutes, but at least none of it had gotten on his clothes, meaning he wouldn't have to explain a blood stain to his parents. | Brent Rytora
- Age: 14
- Grade: 9
- Summon Course: Fusion
- Record: 29 Duels / 19 Wins (66%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Plain Plane
Brent is a near mute introvert until he hits the Dueling stage. He hates doing anything dangerous, as he lost his father because of a Turbo Dueling accident three years ago. He finds himself typically looking after his younger sister, Gale Rytora, who seems to be the daredevil of the family. Brent has few friends, and has a hard time expressing himself. But when he steps up to Duel someone, he becomes a bullheaded, fierce and nearly fearless opponent. Well, except for his acrophobia. Brent, despite his soft voice, will protect his daring sister with his life.
Effect Monsters: 25
Ancient Dragon
Ancient Gear Knight
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Phoenix
Cyber Valley
Electromagnetic Turtle
Elemental HERO Blazeman
Flame Spirit Ignis
Gear Golem the Moving Fortress
Golem Dragon
Karakuri Muso mdl 818 "Haipa"
King of the Swamp *2
King Pyron
Laval Magma Cannoneer
Mirage Dragon
Proto-Cyber Dragon
Spirit of Flames
Supply
The Dark - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Earth - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Light - Hex-Sealed Fusion
The Thing in the Crater
Volcanic Scattershot
Volcanic Slicer
Spell Cards: 11
Battle Fusion
Centrifugal Field (extra copy of Polymerization during Action Duels)
D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation
Dimension Explosion
Flash Fusion
Fusion Gate (Fusion Sage during Action Duels)
Fusion Recovery
Future Fusion
Polymerization *2
Re-Fusion
Trap Cards: 7
Chain Material
Dimension Gate
Dimension Wall
Dimensional Prison
Fusion Reserve
Interdimensional Matter Transporter
Paradox Fusion
- - -
Fusion Monsters: 7
Blaze Fenix, the Burning Bombardment Bird (Signature Card)
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon
Chimeratech Overdragon
Elemental HERO Gaia
Elemental HERO Nova Master
Ignition Beast Volcannon
Panzer Dragon
---
Gale Rytora
- Age: 11
- Grade: 6
- Summon Course: Ritual
- Record: 26 Duels / 9 Wins (35%) (Official Duels Only)
- Best Action Field: Crystal Corridor
Gale is practically 100% without fear. She's by no means an outstanding Duelist, but she is never afraid to show off her agility when she starts an Action Duel. She is fueled by an entertained audience and an annoyed brother. Though Brent badgers her about her stunts being dangerous, Gale feels she knows what she is doing. Despite the enjoyment she gets from teasing her brother (as in most typical sibling relationships), she does care about him and feels guilt when he seems particularly worried about her. Because of Brent's fear of hurting his sister, Gale has won every Action Duel between the two of them. She understands his concern, but wishes he wouldn't hold back. She looks forward to one day being a famous Entertainment Duelist.
Normal Monsters: 14
Bio-Mage
Cosmo Queen
Dunames Dark Witch
Guardian of the Throne Room
Jack's Knight
Key Mace
Lady of Faith
Luster Dragon
Neo Aqua Madoor
Neo the Magic Swordsman
Queen's Knight
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Seiyaryu
Wingweaver
Effect Monsters: 1
Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
Ritual Monsters: 8
Cú Chulainn the Awakened
Cyber Angel - Idaten
Divine Grace - Northwemko *3
Lycanthrope
Ruin, Queen of Oblivion
Saphira the Dragon Princess
Spell Cards: 15
Advanced Ritual Art *2
Altar of Mist
Emblem of the Awakening
End of the World
Fulfillment of the Contract *2
Heart of the Underdog
Hymn of Blessing
Machine Angel Ritual
Ritual Cage
Ritual of Grace *2
Ritual Weapon
Synthesis Spell
Trap Cards: 5
Grisaille Prison
Justi-Break
Magic Cylinder *2
Ritual Buster |
48,031 | 1,298 | 67 | 1,159 | 3,549 | ((Placeholder so the thread can move on.)) | - Name: Joshua Tamashii
- Age: 13
- Grade: 8
- Course Attended/Taught: Fusion
- Appearance:
- Personality: Joshua is rough on the outside but a gentle and caring person on the inside. When you first meet him he will either ignore or insult you but given time you will find a loyal friend who is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He can be very good on his feet and adapt to what's going on around him, a trait that's helped him out of many a situation.
During duels Joshua tends to remain focused on his opponent and does his best to keep a level head. If he sees his opponent is new to dueling he will often try to help them out but he won't pull his punches , since he sees that as disrespectful. He goes all out and tries to do his best while having fun.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Destiny HERO Captain Tenacious x3
Destiny HERO Diamond Dude x3
Destiny HERO Doom Lord x3
Destiny Hero Fear Monger x3
Elemental HERO Shadow Mist x3
Destiny HERO Dasher x2
Destiny HERO Double Dude x2
Destiny HERO Dogma x3
Destiny HERO Plasma x3
Spells:
Polymerization x3
Mask Change x3
Destiny Draw x3
Fusion Recovery x3
D-Spirit x2
Traps:
D-Counter x3
D-Shield x3
D-Mirage x3
Destiny Signal x2
Extra Deck:
Destiny End Dragoon x3
Masked HERO Dark Law x3
Vision HERO Adoration x3
Vision HERO Trinity x3
- Other Details
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- Name: Amelia Averyonna
- Age: 11
- Grade 6
-Course Attended/Taught: Synchro
- Appearance:
- Personality Amelia is a kind, polite, but very shy girl who has difficulty talking to others. Despite being brought up in an environment were she could get anything she wants(i.e, she's rich) she doesn't view anyone as being lower then her, but instead sees them as being better then her. She doesn't value money or material goods but rather she values the people she's around and feels like she could trust, seeing as she has never really had anyone to call a friend before.
During a duel it's obvious she's still learning the game and lacks confidence. Despite this she can still hold her own because she constantly practices, although it's unlikely she'll win.
- Deck List
Monsters:
Gusto Falco x3
Gusto Egul x3
Gusto Gulldo x3
Kamui, Hope of Gusto x3
Winda, Priestess of Gusto x3
Musto, Oracle of Gusto x3
Reeze, Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Windaar, Sage of Gusto x2
Spells:
Quill Pen of Guldos x3
Book of Moon x1
Dark Hole x1
Mystical Space Typhon x3
Traps:
Blessings for Gusto x2
Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabix3
Whirlwind of Gusto x2
Mirror Force x2
Compulsory Evacuation Device x1.
Extra Deck
Diagusto Sphreez x3
Diagusto Eguls x3
Diagusto Falcos x3
Daigusto Gulldos x3
- Other Details: Amelia suffered from an unknown heart condition that can cause her tremendous pain and to cough up blood whenever she is pushed beyond her physical limits. Even though this is a severe handicap for her, especially turning Action Duels or gym class, she pushes forwards despite it, hating it when people pity her because of the condition. |
48,032 | 1,299 | 0 | 2,117 | 9,071 | On a Realm of Existence that we will never know.
"This idea is madness." One of the Q like beings was the first to speak in this meeting of the Ancient races of the galaxies, those races who had long ago achieved power unlike anything else ever seen or heard off. Some were worshipped as gods, other were revered for their achievements but none doubted their power or their capabilities. One of the beings in attendance, a Celestial turned to the Alteran known as Merlin, or Meridan. "This is all your fault if-""We can blame people later. What matters now is that we react before the situation escalates.""Some of your choices, are.... they're laughable and don't make sense.""The fact they do not make sense is to our advantage. They will not be expected.""They'll kill eachother before they band together.""It is the best option we have and we cannot interfere ourselves without leaving our own universes and leaving them to fall into disarray. We all interfere more than we care to admit, and are all more important than we know.""Always the voice of reason.""Oh how I do love these little meetings we have."
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All around the Coruscant sector brilliant flashes appeared as ships from all across the multiverse began appearing. A Wraith Hiveship, EDF Battleship and even a Spacestation. No-one knew why they were there however the faintest radiation trace could be found on each individual ships hull similar to that needed to move between dimensions. Palpatine felt the disturbance, though there was something else he had to be concerned about. While the Temple burned his office too burned.
Times were changing, and not how he had predicted they would. | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,033 | 1,299 | 1 | 832 | 3,741 | The bridge of the EDFS Andromeda was filled with activity, senior officers calling in reports from their stations as the ship prepared to enter Warp and for the battle to come. Above it all, in the command post of Bridge 1, sat Vice Admiral Ryu Hijikata, presiding over the coordinated chaos, barking orders when needed, and otherwise letting his men do their work. They were all competent, well trained, and he knew he could trust them to do their jobs. After all, only the most distinguished or promising officers would have made it aboard the crew of the Flagship of the Earth Defense Forces.
At the moment, the Andromeda sat in the void of space between Earth and Mars, surrounded by the EDF main battle fleet, preparing to Warp to Saturn. They had received their orders from HQ, knew the risks involved. The forces of the Comet Empire were approaching Earth, and they would have to be stopped before they could reach the planet. So Admiral Hijikata sallied forth with the fleet under his command to engage them near the rings of Saturn, to face the enemy and strike him down.
Checklist complete, all stations reported manned and ready. Soon, they would be thrust into the biggest conflict they had ever been in since the height of the Earth-Gamilar War. Hijikata got on the internal ship comm "Now hear this. All hands, prepare for warp. We don't know how close the enemy will be when we emerge, so I expect you all to acquit yourselves as befitting of Earths best and brightest. We will not fail, not here, not today." He looked down from his command post to where Brandon Richards, British, sat at the helm. "Lieutenant, take us into Warp."
"Yes sir," Brandon replied, looking back at the Admiral before his attention returned to the dials and gauges in front of him, specifically the one that showed a sine wave, the Andromeda, and their destination. He had to line things up perfectly, even with shipboard automation to help him, or they risked being lost in the fourth dimension. It was a task that had his full concentration.
"Sir, I'm detecting a mass of unknown exotic particles headed directly for it," called Flynn Hart, Australian, from where she sat at the sensors section of the bridge.
That grabbed the Admiral's attention and he looked over at her. "Can we maneuver around it?"
Brandon looked back for a few brief moments to answer. "There's no time sir. If we do ,we risk missing the Warp, and then the Comet Empire fleet will have passed by when we arrive."
Hijikata frowned, growling under his breath. "Fine then. Continue." He hit the comm. "All hands, brace for impact. This may be a more bump ride than normal."
"Entering Warp in 3...2...1...Now!"
The Wave Motion Engine fired to full, a hole in space opening up as the Andromeda entered the fourth dimension, allowing them to travel great distances in a single bound. Colors shifted into multicolored rainbow as time seemed to stand still, which would be headache inducing if they could comprehend it. Then just as suddenly they were free and clear, another hole ripping open to disgorge the Andromeda, but far from their intended destination.
The ship rocked in space, shuddering from the stress it had been put under, subject to exotic particles as it went through Warp, and warning klaxons went off on the bridge to signal this distress. "Get me a damage report, now," roared Hijikata. He did not want to go into battle with a damaged ship.
The bridge scrambled to activity, searching for the damage, and preparing for combat just as they had been before.It wasn't long until they got something back. "Sir, I'm not picking up any friendly contacts," called Flynn.
"What, are you saying that we lost the fleet," Hijikata replied.
""Radar confirms. I'm picking up unknown vessels of types and configurations never seen before, but nothing of the main battle fleet."
Hijikata growled, resisting the urge to slam his fist onto his armrest. What the hell was going on here? How could they have lost the fleet? If these unknown ships were Comet Empire attack forces, then they were finished! "Come on people, I want some answers here." Frantic minutes passed by as they worked to understand what was going on, each minute lost another minute that the Comet Empire's forces had to near.
Youssef Toma, Egypt, perked up as he received a report. "Sir, I'm getting a report from the engine room. No significant damage, but the capacitor for the Wave Motion Guns was burned out by that unknown energy. We can't use them." That earned a muttered curse from Hijikata. The Wave Motion Guns were their most powerful weapons. Without them, they would practically be sitting ducks for the Comet Empire.
But he quickly took charge. "Launch all Cosmo Tiger squadrons and place them in a defensive formation around the ship. Prepare all weapons to fire on my command. We will not be taken unawares." Outside the ship, weapons perked up and moved, preparing to fire though there was no energy buildup yet. All they needed was a target.
"Sir, I can confirm, astrogation doesn't recognize any of the stars we can pick up."
Another matter that drew the Admiral's attention. "So, you're saying we're not in the solar system anymore?"
A shaken head. "No sir. In fact, I would say we're not even in any of the galaxies we've explored before. We're a long way from home."
"I see," Hijikata replied, bowing his head as he clasped his hands together. "Alright then, comms. I want you to broadcast on all general and emergency frequencies, rotating through every Earth language, as well as Gamilar and Iskandarian."
"Yes sir." And so the message went out, in a hundred different languages. This is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda to all unknown vessels. please identify yourselves immediately. We have no desire for conflict but will defend ourselves against aggression. Please respond. Dies ist der Earth Defense Forces Schiff Andromeda....
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"Alright you slackers, let's go, let's go, get those birds in the air now." Vince Mortini, the CAG aboard the Andromeda, ran for his fighter as he strapped his helmet into place. The hangar bay was a bustle of activity as the flight crews worked to get out the Cosmo Tiger squadrons as rapidly as possible. He practically vaulted into the cockpit, looking over the readouts to make sure everything was in order. Fully loaded with fuel, ammunition, good. With the Andromeda having been about to go into battle, they were well off for supplies.
He had to wait his turn until the catapult was clear, maneuvering himself into place on the launch ramp. There was a countdown, and he hit the throttle, engines firing against the backstop to throw the ship forward, out of the bay, and into space, where he peeled off left and moved into formation. And already he could hear the chatter over the comms at the strange ships that seemed to be blinking into existence, though it was hard to tell form his viewpoint. "Okay, you guys know the drill. Defense formation, no one touches the Andromeda, got it? We're not facing the Comet Empire here, so don't get cocky. We don't know what the enemy's capable of."
He settled into a growing bubble formation, the Cosmo Tiger II fighter squadrons deployed protectively around the ship in a manner that would let them respond quickly to attacks. If there was gonna be a battle, they would be ready.
And still the message went out, waiting to be answered | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,034 | 1,299 | 2 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Roger's OOB
Suddenly the Federation engines cut out and they drop out of warp....to arrive somewhere totally unknown. Unknown ships of all types flew around, in front, behind, and underneath them - it seemed that no one seemed to taking much, if any notice of them - at the moment at least. Something for which Captain Weston was forever thankful. With a sigh his crew watched with deep trepidation - he didn't need to be a mind reader, it was the subtle clues. The way Kate scratched behind her ear, how Alara clutched her hands together and in doing so trying to appear calm. Marcus at the helm tilted his head to one side, albeit slightly.
He loved playing poker with them, 'cos he always won, no one knew that they had an obvious tell. It made him smile, briefly. "So where in the hell are we?"
"I do not know" remarked the Vulcan. "I am trying to get on the stars right now?"
"I'm listening to the local signals and there are dozens of totally different languages."
"Well so much for speaking the same language."
"I've been scanning the nearby ships, they're mostly using standard fusion reactors from what I can see, we're getting return pings from some of the more militaristic vessels in orbit of the planet."
"Wonderful" he said ruefully. "Any,more good news?"
"I am afraid not Captain. From the stars I can only conclude we're in another galaxy - but not much else."
"My days just keeps getting better and better."
Flashing her beautiful green skinned Orion smile, Alara had a tendency to light the room up, "I would suggest Captain that we make a deliberate choice - we either approach the planet like we're meant to be here, or back off right now."
"Back off to where Commander?" Inquired L'Pel. "We have no guarantee it wouldn't be much worse where ever we end up."
"Well that kind of gives us, one choice. Take us towards the planet at impulse. We'll see what kind welcoming committee we get." | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,035 | 1,299 | 3 | 1,513 | 1,883 | The ship had only been out of control for a few minutes, but it had taken several hours for some sort of order to be restored on the ship. The command staff was gathered in the war room. "I have never seen Bloodletters like these." said Siegfried. "Black and white... The odd thing was that, when they were trapped and unable to get to us, they started killing each other." he said. "I knew that they were chaotic, but this is completely new behavior." He then saw Viqtor and Aminah staring at each other. "Why do I get the feeling that the Inquisition is withholding information in their usual fashion?" he muttered.
"BASTARDS!!!" yelled a voice. "I'LL RIP HIM APART WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS!!!" Lemanicus strode into the room. "THAT ENERGY BOLT!!! IT GOT KRAKATOA!!!" Kurn grabbed his shoulders.
"Calm down..." He said. "We know about the Warhound... You've been drinking... Turn your liver back on, we need you sober."
"I DON'T WANT TO BE SOBER!!! I'VE FAILED THE OMNISIAH!!!" Kurn then punched him to the floor, but he was back up quickly.
"Alright..." said Lemanicus. "Where are we?"
"About to re-enter normal space." said Kurn. "But first... Inquisitor." he said, turning to Viqtor. "Tell me everything you know about these bloodletters."
"That is need-to-know." replied Viqtor. Kurn slowly approached him, towering above the Inquisitor.
"I believe we need to know..." he said, slowly. Viqtor looked him up and down.
"Fine... That was Malal..." he said, Aminah tugged his sleeve as though to ask him to stop, but Viqtor brushed her off. "Malal is a Chaos God."
"I've never heard of him." said Lemanicus.
"Of course you haven't... He is one of the more powerful Chaos Gods... The embodiment of Anarchy. A being of such anarchistic intent that he started rebelling against the other Chaos Gods... Our information says that he employs black and white daemons. This would most certainly seem to be his attack. Although, why we didn't destroy us outright is... puzzling." said Viqtor. Suddenly the ship shook as it exited to normal space.
"Lord Wolfstalon, will you please report to the bridge." said the voice of Lafray over the Vox caster. Kurn looked around.
"Lemanicus, damage control, get us working at full power again." he said. "Inquisitor, if you and your men can sweep the ship for anything we might have missed... Your assassins survived, I trust."
"The Temple trains us well." said the voice of the Ophias as he appeared out of no-where. Kurn nodded before heading out.
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-The Bridge-
Kurn walked onto the bridge and looked around, it seemed to be mostly undamaged. "What's the status?"
"We've lost the Artillery Lance's and half of our weapon batteries." replied the Admiral. "But... That's not why I called you here." he said. The Galaxy map came up on the large monitor.
"So, where are we?" he asked. The Admiral looked around, looking rather frightened and confused.
"We... Aren't..." he said. "The Cartographers don't recognize any of these stars. The computer can't make heads nor tails of it." Kurn looked at the monitor, then at the large, glowing planet bellow.
"Wh..."
"Wherever we were thrown... It wasn't in our galaxy." said the Admiral. Kurn's heart seemed to sink... What the hell were they supposed to do now? If they weren't able to get to their galaxy... What the hell were they going to do? What if they had been thrown to the Tyranids galaxy? What if they were actually in the Eye of Terror? What if...
"Send a distress vox... Accept any and all assistance offered, even if it is Xenos... We need to figure out where the hell we are and how we can get home."
"My Lord, are you sure-"
"We accept assistance from the Eldar when it comes to the Necrons, the Tau when it comes to the Tyranids or Orks, and unless we can find a human ship here, we will have to accept Xenos assistance now." he said, looking out... There were strange triangular vessels moving towards them. "What in the name of Mother Fenris are those?" he asked.
"Karrion Birds circling the carcass." replied Lafrau, jumping into his seat. "Prepare for battlestations."
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,036 | 1,299 | 4 | 832 | 3,741 | ...Michiel, report.
"Reactor stability: ...Normal. 21% ionic displacement. Source: Unidentifiable. System damage: False. Artillery: Offline. Probable cause, sudden surge of ionic particulates."
Bradley breathed out a sigh, his hands spidering on the helm's controls. No damage from the short jump, good; Artillery was down, but no big deal, as long as they stayed away from Tier 4 shielding. "Okay. See if you can reconnect to the beacon, and reconfigure the jump to-"
"Negative. No beacons detected." The pilot recoiled slightly in his confusion, and the Engi took the silence as a gesture to continue. "Sector projection: inconclusive. Galactic core wavelengths distorted. Nearest Star Designation: ...Unknown. Not within Sagittarius Arm."
"Impossible," Bradley glared in frustration. "The reading on the galactic core wavelengths are continuous. It we're not getting them right, that means-"
A message from weapons. "Sir," the determined female voice of Samantha rung forth, "I'm getting reads on three- no, four other cruisers in the immediate space, and one indeterminable space station."
"Give me allegiances, Sam."
"They're using unfamiliar mainframe builds, sir, I can't scan them properly," the weapons specialist replies, mirroring Brad's apparent agitation. The pilot slammed a fist on the console's frame as he glanced at the sensor array's readouts on the other ships; barring the space station, they were all larger than the Osprey, and from the looks of it made themselves to be much more well armed. The fact that none of these other cruisers bore any structural nor allegiance-based resemblance to their local races made matters yet worse.
"This is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda to all unknown vessels. Please identify yourselves immediately. We have no desire for conflict but will defend ourselves against aggression. Please respond. Dies ist der Earth Defense Forces Schiff Andromeda...."
Cutting off the wide-broadcast transmission, Bradley called the ship's stations to a holo-conference. The faces of Sam and Michiel, followed by the Rockmen, Zhan and Sturm, and then the two Mantis troops, Klehhi and Thrikaah, all appeared in floating 2-D displays. "Crew, we're in a tight spot. As of this point, we are surrounded by unknown cruisers and lost in some unfamiliar galaxy," Bradley reported, noting the surge of mixed aggravation reactions flicker throughout the different holographs. "Obviously, this puts a critical strain to our mission, so we'll have to act fast if we want to find a way back to our battle and destroy the Rebel Flagshi-"
"Unidentified vessels. By the power given to me by the Supreme Emperor of the Galactic Empire, I hereby order you to declare yourselves immediately and to stand down and enter formation with the nearest Cruiser. From there, you will be boarded to ensure that you do not pose a threat to the peoples of Coruscant. Do you comply with these orders?"
"Hell no!" Klehhi blurted in rage, stabbing a 3-centimeter hole in the near wall. "Anyone who needs some accursed 'Supreme Emperor' to lead their brainwashed selves can go royally fuck off!"
"Considering the comparison of our ship to the others, right now," Zhan goaded the impulsive insect, "You would be hard-pressed to hear that we'd sooner-"
Thrikaah joined in, ready to defend the Mantis ideals, "The point stands, we're not turning ourselves in to a bunch of imperialist slagsacks! It's bad enough having to choose between some namby-pamby Feds and those xeno-"
"Advised action:" Michiel began, "Full base throttle. Current weapons loaded may name Osprey, 'threat to peoples'."
"This is Captain James Hindrey of the Culling of Prospero. Our Sub-Ether drive has been hit badly and we require assistance. we have wounded and are willing to pay for any medical supplies... Pirates be warned, our engines may be damaged, but our weapon systems are all fully operational."
Bradley was fuming in his pilot's seat; this was getting out of hand. "Sam..." he half-hissed, "Do we any any confirmation on opposing forces yet?" The female was now in the sensor station, flipping through the sophisticated console's options.
"None yet, I'm running a scan on the two saucer-type crafts. Shouldn't be hard to infer that the organic ship may not be too friendly," Sam sneered in in attempt at lighthearting the mood. "The Andromeda refers to Earth forces, and therefore humans, but their ship build is unacceptably different... I don't like the implications. In other news, I'm also picking up a globally-shielded planet as the source for the Galactic Empire's transmission..."
Mulling over his options, or lack thereof, Bradley cut off the alien arguing in the holo-conference and ordered, "Michiel, get the engines to full power. Sam, hail the Andromeda; I'm bringing us alongside. I can only hope we're dealing with actual humans here..." Closing ship comms, Brad took the helm directly and expertly brought the Osprey abroad, intending to bring their pointed cruiser in what Bradley hoped was a parallel formation. Regardless, he hoped to stay as good a distance as he could manage from the many smaller crafts pouring out of the Andromeda, as scans indicated that they were indeed all individually manned.
"Andromeda, this is the United Federation artillery craft Osprey. Be advised, we recognize your crew as human, but your ship as decidedly foreign; please confirm your operations and intentions." | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,037 | 1,299 | 5 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Captain, Awaken The voice seemed to come from inside his own head be the loudest noise Captain Riley Caber had ever heard in his 48 years in existence. He tried to open his eyes but was meet with a wave of pain from his right side.
"Captain, AWAKEN" There were two voices now and his eyes shoot open when he realized it was the two shipboard AI's screaming at him through his Neural Implants, Something that was strictly against regulations and would only be done in an extreme emergency.
The bridge seemed to be a mess but Caber could tell from experience the damage was mostly superficial. Using the back of his chair for support he struggled to his feet, noticing several bridge officers and ensigns doing the some, others on all fours vomiting the remains of there breakfast. The two ONI Bodyguards seemed to still be rooted in the exact same spots they had been before...Whatever had happened, happened.
"Report" His voice was hoarse, the smoke drifting onto the bridge from somewhere did little to help. a courses of moans and grunts was all he received in reply the first time. Anger rising, maginified by the pain he felt in his head and side, he repeated his order.
"God dammit, someone Report, What hit us?" The effort of raising his voice forced him to slump into his command chair.
The bridge crew roused themself from the floor as quickly as they could manage and Operations Officer Garza was the first to respond.
"Main Power is down, we have no se-" He paused as his console flashed a series of red and yellow indicators at him "Backup generator is online sir, safety overrides manual restart, Vasilyev is at it again" Caber waved his hand in annoyance, not caring what got the power back just that it was back on. Major Raza dusted herself off as her bodyguards lifted her from the floor, seemingly none the worse for the fall Damned woman, would be the only one of us alive if this ship went down.
While Garza hurriedly scanned the internal systems of the ship Navigation officer Kim voiced her report from the other side of the hazy bridge. "Sir, we seem to be surrounded by contacts and are way closer to a planet that we should be, and not the planet we should be at. Also sir, I think my legs are broken, and if you don't mind, I'm going to pass out now, apolog-" her voice went quiet and Caber swore and hit the intercom on his chair.
"Medical team to the bridge" the hail went out over ship wide and a medical team would scramble, if they were able. Raza snapped and pointed at the injured Officer and her bodyguards moved toward her and gently lifted her out of the chair. One tended to the injuries while the other sat at the console, hands moving with practiced ease over the controls.
"Weapons, Communications, report"
Weapons officer Scott quickly ran through weapon readiness "Sir, MAC coming back online now, 4 minutes until full charge, Missiles pods report green, 9th Marines report being Locked in and ready to roll sir" Scott shook his head slightly, The ODST's probably enjoyed being flung around the ship like a sack of Potato's.
"Sir, I think you will want to hear this" Communucations officer Haley Gestured at the main screen and typed on her console. the main screen flicked and came to life, a host of transmissions playing over each other as she attempted to fliter the odd frequencies and network traffic. Most of it was giberish, only bits and peices of slightly understandable words got throught
"----Earth defen---andromeda---" the mention of the home system made Caber sit up.
"Wait, stop, scrub and play back that last message, Caden, Wendak, where the hell are you" The two AI's materialized over the holotank. Wendak spoke first.
"We took the liberty of doing a bit of exploring over the frequencies why all you ladies were sleeping sir, most of the systems were surprisingly easy to break and well sir, whats that old human saying? We arnt in Kansas anymore"
Caden was much less sensitive in his reasoning and laid the situation out to the entire bridge crew "We are no longer in the milky way galaxy, the ships and planet you see and detect are completely foreign entities, No allied UNSC Forces are withing hailing distance, based on my calculations. we are alone." Before anyone could speak the message Caber had ordered scrubbed played via the main monitor.
"This is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda to --- known vessels. Please identify yourse --- immediately. We have no --- ire for conflict but will defend ourselves against aggression. Please respond. Dies ist --- Earth Defe ------- Schiff Andromeda...."
"The Message Loops sir" Officer Haley stated "Should we replay?"
"Open a channel" Caber stood, unleashing a new wave of pain from his probably cracked ribs "Caden, slip back into the foreign systems and see if you can translate some of the other garbage we are getting, Wendak, Translate this hail into every language you can think of and broadcast it on whatever frequency this Andromeda is using" He waited for the AI to nod before beginning his speech.
"Unknown Vessel Andromeda, This is Captain Caber of the United Nations Space Command Cruiser Icarus responding to hail, We desire no conflict and would like to offer any assistance we can in return for the same favor. We have crews standing by to assist" He waved at Officer Garza to move crews into position now that the ship was fully responding to the damage the incident had caused. Caber cut the comm off.
"Operations, Weapons, give me something"
"MAC Charged, Priming pods A1-G1, Security teams ready" Scott replied.
Garza's head poped up over his command console, the open comm link to enginering faintly buzzing in the background. "I can get you 60% power right now, main reactors up in 6 minutes, Medical teams moving through the ship" on que a medical team arrived and rushed to Officer Kims side.
"You-" Caber jestured to the armored figure at the navigation console.
"Petty Officer Roland sir" he voice was clear and deep.
"Petty Officer, get us moving" With a sense of purpose Caber sat in his chair, the situation around his ship slowly coming into focus.
For better or for worse the Icuras would soon be at prime fighting condition and ready to take on whatever this new galaxy had to throw at them. | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,038 | 1,299 | 6 | 1,513 | 1,883 | USS Aurora - Near Coruscant
His science officer had drawn his attention to small ships that appeared to be following them. While they appeared to be no threat, he was not prepared to go weapons hot or warn them off - the military capacity here was a total unknown and quite sensibly he did not want to awaken the slumbering beast. Left with nothing else to do, bided his time until they were near the edge of the system - not that it mattered with warp drive but he'd rather be safe then sorry, especially with hundreds of crew aboard. Unnecessary risk was not a good thing.
"Captain do you want me to send a transmission to those small ships?"
"Maintain radio silence Kate, for the moment. We'll monitor what happens with the other ships and if need be come back into the system."
"You're volunteering for boarding?"
"Not on your life." He said matter-of-factly. But if we can establish peaceful relations, that would be better. For now there are a lot of ships around here, and the situation feels kinda volatile."
"See how it develops you mean?"
"Precisely."
For over half-an-hour they maintained course and speed. Not deviation and yet the small insect type ships continued to go their course. It wasn't until someone uttered the comment.
"Anyone got a fly swatter?"
Laughter erupted across the bridge, briefly.
Marcus then brought that to a close when he said....."Trouble is, we might get the same treatment from their ship."
A sombre atmosphere followed. "Thanks for bringing reality back with a thump."
"No problem Commander." A wry smile alighted the corner of his features.
It was all a waiting game now....... | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,039 | 1,299 | 7 | 832 | 3,741 | Caden cast himself away from the Venator-class Star Destroyer computer systems via its communication system and on to the next ship in the line, while at the same time examining the inner workings of a baker’s dozen other ships. Here, in the ocean of electromagnetic waves and computer systems, he was the shark and they were his prey. The vast majority of the contacts within scan range of the Icarus had primitive security counter measures, even on their most sensitive data. Enough to keep out a determined organic hacker, but he was far from organic. Ship and weapon schematics, crew rosters, system controls, this was his playground. Spending little time on each ship, often less than a second. Caden sifted through massive volumes of data, assessing and tagging the ships based on tonnage, estimated threat, cargo, and other various filters. Information streamed back to the Icarus systems via low band transmissions and other hard to detect forms of communication. It’s like they have no security at all Caden felt a sense of amusement as he brushed aside yet another poor excuse for a file wall.
Some of the contacts were not so easily penetrated, either by being alien in design or having very heavy security. These vessels were unlike anything else on scan and Caden place a high probability that they had been pulled to this galaxy from another one the same as the Icarus. A large, saucer like craft hogged the vast majority of his internal clock cycles in an attempt to break truly astonishing encryption methods, the only information he had managed to pull from the vessel was its name and class. USS Aurora, Constitution Class. The other ship, a large, seemingly organic star craft Caden studies with sensors only. He had made a brief; millisecond long connection with the ships systems before withdrawing the fragment of himself to the safety of the Icarus, something...else inhabited the living computers of that ship.
“Caden, Report” Caden heard the captains order via one of his numerous fragments, this one monitoring bridge systems and ceased his covert intrusion attempt of the saucer shaped class. Return the majority of himself to focus on the bridge of the Icarus his hooded avatar appeared to the bridge crew.
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The bridge hummed with activity as reports streamed in from all over the ship, as Captain Caber had predicted, the damage to the ship was mostly superficial. Repair, replacement, or restart of damaged components progressing quickly as maintenance crews swarmed over the ship. The light damage to the outside of the ship would have to wait until the ship’s immediate vicinity was secured for EVA crews to do their work. The situation inside his vessel becoming clearer, it was time to see what lay beyond the titanium walls of the bridge.
“Caden, Report” The Artificial intelligence appeared, hooded and glowing, in the holotank in the forward bridge.
“Yes Captain” Caden waved his hand and a holographic representation appeared over him, a large planet surrounded but numerousness marked spheres, triangles, and a few squares.
“The Planet, which I have determined to be designated Coruscant or Imperial Center, has 274 individual space platforms of various sizes within active scan range of our sensors. The vast majority of these contacts seem to be civilian in nature and are unarmed, most of which seem to be fleeing as quickly as possible” above his head, the circles disappeared from the holo.
“The remainder of the contacts are military in nature with these 11” 11 of the triangles started flashing red “being the largest threat to this ship, they have been given the designation Venerator class star destroyers, which does not bod-“ The AI was interrupted by Weapons Officer Scott.
“Sir, I have no Idea what a turbo laser is but if Caden pulled the spec’s right these things could do some serious damage” The AI Seemed slightly annoyed at being interrupted but continued unperturbed.
“Quite” Caden nodded “The remaining contacts are unknowns and cross referencing information gleamed from foreign ship systems, I believe they are not of this galaxy, the same as we are. I will forward all information I have gained on these ships as well as the most relevant military threats and information to your terminal captain.
Caber nodded, then pointed at the largest ship currently on the viewport “This one, there doesn’t seem to be any information on it” Cadens avatar flickered in and out of focus for a split second, the AI equivalent of a shudder.
“I was not able to access the systems of that vessel, something “ He paused “wrong, lurks deep within that ship captain, I advise extreme caution” Caber took the advice to heart, seeing a seemingly all-knowing AI spooked got him a little spooked as well.
“Filter and forward all relevant data to where it would do the most good” He trusted the AI to do that much “now let’s talk about these imperials, what do you have on them”
Caden waved his hand again and the technical schematic of a Venerator class star destroyer appeared, rotating slowly over the Holo tank.
“While I have pulled numerous Astronavigation and star charts from the foreign systems, it will take time to adapt them to work with our mode of faster than light travel, which the peoples of this galaxy seem to have a different form of. Given the overwhelming odds against us, I suggest we comply with this empires current demands and devise and exit strategy at a later time” with a snap of his immaterial fingers, the holotank dimmed.
Caber sat in silence for a moment before deciding on a course of action. “Wendak” The AI appeared “Inform the imperial flagship we will comply with their search demand but state that their warships are to advance no further toward us and they send an unarmed shuttle to be escorted by two of our single seat fighter craft, any deviation from given course will be seen as an act of aggression” The AI nodded silently and both of them flickered out of existence, preparing the message.
Caber stood “Operations, arm the security detachments and put them on full alert, Have a company of ODST’s meet me in the aft docking bay, Lieutenant Kim, you have the bridge” He turned to walk off the bridge before stopping and turning back “Unpack a company of mantis walkers and have them moved to the aft docking bay as well, Major Raza, I have need of your…people skills” The Major smiled reminding him of a predator before they both walked of the bridge, accompanied by the majors two bodyguards. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,040 | 1,299 | 8 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Brace yourself. Long post is long due to GM stuff occurring.
The fury of the flame burned in the senate chamber. Palpatine merely stood, while he initially had thought to corrupt the power and use it for himself that plan had soon fallen short when the Ori had changed him. The mind that once plotted the downfall of the Jedi now had strings attached as they orchestrated every move. While he still retained his personality and his thought patterns he knew that he would never be able to oppose them even when he had the power he sought. He looked around the senate chamber as the fires burned, several people screamed from the pain trying to run only to walk into the closed bulkheads or fall from their platforms onto the ones below. He could faintly see Mon Mothma burn, his long term political enemy he should relish at the image however only a small part of him did not. Others in the room changed, he could see it. As their skin too became pale in complexion and markings.
The last words he would ever utter without the control of the Ori escaped his lips. In a moment of clarity that he had not had in many many years since the Dark Side first touched him.
"What have I done?
Palpatine, the one who would have brought the Galaxy under one ruler for the first time since the Rakatan Empire of old. Whom possessed military might capable of destroying anyone who might oppose him. Ceased too be as the Ori altered his mind even more than it already was. He was now the Doci.
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Shuttle Absolution - On approach to EDFS Andromeda
The wings of the shuttle folded up as the landing struts extended and the vessel touched down in the hanger. The two V-wings that had been escorting it veered off and returned back to the local Venator. The drives powered down and the ramp hissed and lowered down to the ground. Clone Troopers in white armour with grey markings on their shoulder pads came out shoulder to shoulder down the ramp taking formation at either side of the ramp. Numbering ten, an officer in an Imperial Uniform walked down the ramp. Several more troopers followed him down the ramp as did a protocol droid, so far they had been speaking English but there was no telling what else they might try to say in foreign tongues. It was always good to know what your foreign counterparts were saying.
He stood halfway down the lines of troopers, searching for the officer in charge and then looking at him. "As a representative of the Galactic Empire I am here to inspect your vessel for war criminals and offer aid as necessary. After this point a diplomatic missionary will be sent aboard to welcome you to the Empire."
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Shuttle Exodus - Approaching Prospero
It was more or less the exact same routine, however this time it was not a mere Officer who moved down the ramp but the former Jedi turned Sith Apprentice Anakin Skywalker who descended the ramp, troopers of the 501st standing at either side and behind him. His black cape following him as he did so. He had not yet been turned, and his anger radiated out of him. He should have been on his way to Mustafar to kill the Separatist leaders by this point and instead he was dealing with these ships that had appeared out of nowhere.
Now he needed to act with the whole, pomp and ceremony thing. "In the name of the Emperor I would speak with your commander."
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Shuttle Tempest - Approaching UNSC Icarus
Once more the shuttle approached, while they had been ordered not to approach Venators had established an orbit around it in order to get a good line of fire if necessary without actually having to move in close. Once again the shuttle approached, once more it landed and once more troops walked out. Again it was an Imperial Officer who walked forth flanked by troopers. He surveyed his surroundings and the soldiers who wore full body armour much like their own.
"In the name of the Emperor I have been tasked to search your ship for enemies of the state. We will render medical and technical aid if necessary and once the search is complete we will be willing to send over a diplomatic envoy to welcome you to the Empire."
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Harbringer - Bridge
One of the Blades, Swift, entered the bridge. He had been tasked on keeping the Queen informed on what was going on. "Commander, the Queen is still afflicted from whatever means of travel brought us here. She has told you to act as you will however she expects us to kull in the next week.""Understood." He felt the irritation from the hive as another mind tried to merge with its, however before Quicksilver got a chance to react to it the Hive itself had kicked out the intruder. He sent a mental message to the hive Find him before bringing himself back to the bridge. "Recall the darts. Have Ember greet the diplomatic envoy, tell him to use stun sticks and to take them to holding cells." He mentally shuddered at the next thought though keeping it hidden from the telepathic link. The Hive however directly connected sent a brief thought, that if it had been a Wraith or human would have looked like a puzzled face.
There may be coming the time when they would have to associate themselves with non-wraith. One of these vessels would eventually contact them as they would have the same report he did on front of him that these ships had a strange unique radiation signature on their hull as did his. Until then they had other things to do, to get ready and find the source of the would be infiltrator.
The Hive prodded him towards the sensor screen and he accepted it, one of the ships highlighted and he pulled it up on one of the correlating screens on the bridge. "Open communications with this ship. We may have to associate ourselves with some of these beings until we have time to grow hives to destroy them. The Queen will not align with this Empire." He waited until he had conformation, whether they could see the bald wraith was not his concern. "I speak on behalf of my Queen and her Hive-" While he had cared for it since he had been moved from one of its cruisers and had been charged with awakening it it was still technically hers. "-I warn you the Hive will not tolerate intrusions into its mind and nor will I. We do not wish to fight-" He avoided saying peace. "-Our hull like yours is emitting a strange radiation indicating you are in the same position. However be warned, if you attempt to blend with this vessel again. I will personally crush its mind."
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Harbringer - Hanger
Ember stood there, he didn't like not being in his battle gear however he was supposed to look diplomatic currently as the vessel landing in the middle of the walkway, obviously thinking it was in fact a berth. He waited until the soldiers walked down out of the ship, followed by a human who declared they would search the ship. He walked up, in the most non-threatening way a Wraith could manage and let two yellow poles slip out of his sleeves. He brought them up before him and joined them, a pulse wave moved out for several metres before collapsing. He sent a message over the link to the Drones behind the door, and they then came into the room. Disarming the men and dragging them away. He turned. "Make sure to remove their armour when you arrive at a cell."
Whatever armour they had was ineffective anyway, it obviously did not protect them against electrical currents which was most interesting.
Clone/Stormtrooper armour in fact does sweet FA against stun attacks. No idea why from what I've read it is basically an advanced Kevlar variant. Unlike say Spartan or ODST armour it has no countermeasures against my stun weapons. I presume W40k could withstand it for a bit due to the thickness of their armour. | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,041 | 1,299 | 9 | 1,513 | 1,883 | Hangar with Kurn
The delegation watched as the medical team landed and the crew came aboard. Their outfits were like nothing they had ever seen... Jumpsuits with odd patterns on them, their leader saluted him and Kurn nodded his mutual respect "At ease, brother." Kurn replied. "I am Kurn Wolfstalon of the Emperors "Knights of Fenris" I thank you for answering our call for aid." he said.
"Lord General Siegfried Wallace" the General said "We came under attack after entering The Warp, one of the damn Chaos Gods decided to take exception to our presence, flooded the ship with his vile minions, then threw us here. Were you also attacked by Warpfiends?" he asked. "If so, were they Black and White? Or the regular kind?" If they could establish a pattern between their being brought here, then a method of returning to Imperium space might also reveal itself.
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Airlock with the Inquisitor
The Inquisitor looked at the man that had just arrived. "I sense a dark presence from that one..." Aminah said into the Inquisitors ear as she looked Anakin in the eye. And those guardsmen that he had with him seemed to be different to any other Guardsmen that they had met. The Inquisitor knew that, whoever these people were, they were not an officially with the Imperium... But, then again, with all of his own personal projects, it wouldn't surprise him if these people were an unofficial experiment by another in the Inquisition. The twins slowly moved towards the Inquisitor as they prepared to protect him from a possible attack. He simply waved them off.
"If we are to learn the truth of this, then, for the moment, we will need to let events unfold... Keep your hands near your weapons." he whispered back to Aminah. He then tried to become his diplomatic self "It is a pleasure to find more servants of the Immortal God Emperor. I am Inquisitor Viqtor Remly, this vessel is under Inquisition command. I apologize for my attendants, they are acting only for my protection." he said. A Servo Skull buzzed around Anakin and his troopers. Inspecting them with its robotic eye. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,042 | 1,299 | 10 | 463 | 546 | With a flash that could rival a thousand suns, the USS Illustrious exploded into existence into an unknown universe, over the planet of Coruscant. The starship was badly battered in its transit through the energy distortion, and its bridge was in complete disarray. Life support on the bridge had failed momentarily, and the unfortunate Captain Pearson was gruesomely dashed against and stuck against the ceiling. Their science officer lay on the floor of the bridge, unconscious and barely breathing. The rest of bridge, while not as injured, barely had time to react to the fate of their captain when hulk of a familiar ship filled the view screen.
It was the USS Magicienne, or at least the saucer section of it. The main hull was at the corner of the screen, a little bit away missing a nacelle, but the saucer was much, much too close to the Illustrious for comfort.
Dazed, but wits still about her, Commander Noelle Tatham Poole pulled herself up, reacting quickly to their situation.
“Helm, evasive maneuvers. Reverse full impulse. Harper, now or never with the tractor beam. See if you can’t alter the course of the debris.”
The maneuver was executed wonderfully. With only about a hundred meters to spare, the USS Illustrious managed to clear the wreckage of the Sovereign class ship, coming to an all stop directly above it.
“Engineering, I want a situation report, immediately,” said the now acting-captain. “All decks, all systems, our location, status of the Magicienne. I want a full emergency beamout of the crew as soon as we can. And get a medical team to the bridge.”
Letting herself sink down into the captain’s chair, Noelle glanced at what remained of the bridge crew. Nephenee, who seemed to not be injured, had quickly taken over the console of their science officer, and was working on a sensor sweep and getting them an accurate location. Tactical was scanning the Magicienne.
A moment later, the turbolift door opened, revealing her colleague Yuri Khamitov, followed by a small three man medical team. His hair was a bit tossed up, and he already seemed overwhelmed.
“Captain, there’s casualties all over the ship. This better be good-“ the medical officer stopped in his tracks as he saw the body of the captain stuck on the ceiling.
“The captain is dead,” said Noelle, standing up from her seat. She shook her head. “Is that a good enough reason for you, Yuri? Get the late captain off of there and get lieutenant Forestall down to the medical bay, and come back. I need to coordinate a rescue of the Magicienne’s crew with you.”
Yuri could only nod, and turned to discuss the situation with his small team. The acting captain turned back to Nephenee, who had finished her scans. Still maintaining her usual cool demeanor, she gave her report.
“Comman… Captain. Our location is unknown. There are no identifiable star systems and the computer is throwing out errors. It’s unlikely the computer is malfunctioning,” she said. “Our sensor sweep indicates the body we are in orbit of is Class M, population one trillion. There are more than two dozen ships in orbit. I’m unfamiliar with any of their systems. However, we’ve detected a ship with a federation signature moving away from the planet at high impulse. I can’t tell who it is, some sensors are still offline.”
That was very overwhelming information to Noelle, but the presence of another Federation vessel in the vicinity was reassuring. But before she could make sense of the remaining data, tactical and engineering began to give their reports almost directly one after the other.
“Captain, there are 440 life signs aboard the Magicienne, fading quickly. That’s half of their normal crew complement, sir,” reported the officer manning the tactical station. His voice was visibly shaken.
“Engineering here,” said the chief engineering officer, over the combadge. “Situation is critical. Warp drive is offline, and so are weapons, shields, and transporters. I can get shields up within the hour, forty-five minutes, perhaps, but transporters may take over a week. If we want to mount a rescue, we’d have to go back to the ol’ fashioned way of a shuttlecraft rescue.”
Commander Poole grimaced. The situation was getting worse and worse. With no transporters, a lot of people would die before they could get ample medical treatment, but it seemed using the shuttlecraft would be the only way.
“Alright. Lee, I want you to coordinate a rescue effort with Lieutenant Yuri using the shuttlecraft.”
The captain turned to Nephenee, contemplating what to say. She wasn’t sure if any of the ships besides the one Federation vessel were friendly.
“I want you to send a subspace message to the unknown Federation ship you detected earlier. Say ‘This is the USS Illustrious, NCC-2558, to the unknown Federation vessel leaving orbit. We are disabled and attempting to conduct a rescue of the USS Magicienne, NCC-70451. Only half of her crew remain and are fading fast. We are requesting any and all medical assistance you can provide.” | Kinda rushed through writing the pre-departure scene. But everything is done now.
Ship Name: USS Illustrious (NCC-2558)
Ship Class: Excelsior Class, refit similarly to the Lakota
Excelsior Class
Refit 2380, one week out of stardock
Dimensions:
Length: 467m
Width: 180m
Height: 78m
Armament and primary system specifications:
12 Dual Emitter Phaser Banks
4 forward Photon/Quantum torpedo launchers
2 aft torpedo launchers
Transphasic Deflector Shield
Upgraded Warp Drive capable of warp factor 9.7
Impulse Drive
Transporters
Tractor Beam
Shuttle Complement consisting of:
6 type 11 shuttlecraft
1 Delta-type shuttlecraft
Crew complement: 750 crewmembers + 220 USS Magicienne Survivors
+Name: Noelle Tatham Poole
+Job: Acting captain, commander
+Description: Enthusiastic, smart and proactive, Tate was the up-and-coming officer recently assigned to the USS Illustrious as first officer under the late senior captain Pearson. Slim framed and in her mid-twenties, Noelle looks somewhat out of place as commander, and especially so as captain. Indeed, although she is well read and has good “street smarts,” the acting captain is fairly inexperienced for a person of her position. Nonetheless, she is quite the capable officer. Equipped with a disarming smile, a keen judicial compass, and natural-born leadership skills, she has the eyes and ears of her crew despite some of her odd social quirks and hobbies.
+Name: Lee Amagasaki
+Job: Lt. Commander, chief engineering officer
+Description: Lee is an older man in his mid to late thirties. He is well built but of average height. Unlike his captain, he has a more reserved, cautious personality, often erring on the side of safety, especially when it comes to the safety of his ship. He is prone to voicing a lot of his thoughts aloud, which occasionally becomes tiresome but can be helpful to an extent. Quite experienced, he has served on a number of missions and expeditions, including surviving the destruction of his ship in the Dominion War. As the second highest ranking officer aboard, he is now the de facto first officer.
+Name: Yuri Khamitov
+Job: Lieutenant, medical officer
+Description: Smart but arrogant and often condescending, Khamitov graduated Starfleet academy in the same class as Noelle. Close friends since the academy, he has saved her neck more than a couple times. He is somewhat bitter that his Starfleet counterpart was promoted much further up the chain than he was, and often makes jabs at her for this reason. Yuri doesn’t really go out often and he is rather scrawny. He’s a bit of a smartass and generally unpleasant like the EMH Mk I, but his crewmates know he is nice at heart. Kind of. Unfortunately (or not?) Yuri is the best medical officer the Illustrious has.
+Name: Nephenee Harper
+Job: Lieutenant junior grade; communications, operations, and science officer
+Description: Intelligent and well informed, Nephenee is the youngest and most junior member of the Illustrious bridge crew. Thrust into a set of new responsibilities after the death of their science officer, Nephenee shares the role of three positions. A person with a keen interest in history and science, Harper is more than helpful in giving any advice she can. She has a bit of a bookish, diplomatic personality.
“Captain Pearson, we’ve detected a large energy distortion bearing 051. It is very likely at our current heading we will intercept this anomaly. The USS Magicienne is also en route to investigate.”
The atmosphere on the bridge of the USS Illustrious was very relaxed. They had just come out of space dock fresh on a new mission with a new crew and recently refit vessel.
“Very well,” said the captain. “All stop. Since we’re here first, let’s prepare a probe and continue on our former heading, lieutenant.”
“Yes sir, all stop,” replied the lieutenant manning the helm. Moving his hand across the LCARS interface, he maneuvered the starship into stopped position a little way from the detected distortion.
“Launch a class-1 probe,“ started captain Pearson, addressing his first officer, commander Poole. “Contact Starfleet, perhaps they can send out a science vess-“
“Captain! The USS Magicienne just dropped out of warp,” interrupted the science officer. “Wait, they’re too close, they’re being pulled in by the gravity of the distortion!”
The atmosphere in the room tensed immediately. Raising an eyebrow, Pearson looked ahead of him.
“Onscreen, lieutenant.”
The gray-haired audibly cursed as he saw the Sovereign Class vessel tumbling towards the massive white rift laid out before them.
“Captain, I recommend closing to tractor beam range and tractor them out,” said the science officer.
Pearson bit his lip. “..Alright, helmsman, get on it. One third impulse and close to tractor beam range. Harper, the tractor beam on my mark.”
“One third impulse-“ began the helmsman. But before he could finish his sentence, the USS Illustrious was rocked by a massive jolt as it too was caught by the energy distortion and began to tumble toward it… |
48,043 | 1,299 | 11 | 1,900 | 885 | USS Aurora – Edge of Coruscant System
“Punch it!” said Captain Weston.
“Hold.” Katie interrupted. “Sir, you’re going to want to hear this.”
“Hear what lieutenant?”
“Another Federation ship in the system.”
Peter’s head snapped round so fast, he almost fell off his seat. “Let’s hear it.”
Loud and clear they could hear a distress message.
‘This is the USS Illustrious, NCC-2558, to the unknown Federation vessel leaving orbit. We are disabled and attempting to conduct a rescue of the USS Magicienne, NCC-70451. Only half of her crew remain and are fading fast. We are requesting any and all medical assistance you can provide.”
He sighed, so much for getting out of this system, “Is there any record of that ship?”
“None sir,” she paused briefly, licking her lips. “I’ve just conducted a visual scan and they do not match known specifications.” With a button press the magnified image appeared on the screen.
“It is definitely Federation though, isn’t it? Probably like Captain Kirk experienced, a different reality of himself. Wonder if this could be the same?”
“Possibly” answered the Vulcan. “We should lend aid.”
“I agree. Set course for them, full impulse.” Having briefly turned to regard L’Pel, he turned back to Katie, “Send a response. This is the USS Aurora – request for aid heard and we are on our way.”
“I’ll order Jonah to send to staff to the transporter.”
“Good, good. Let’s go make a good first impression. Oh, and lieutenant please tell those small ships following us to back the hell off. If they continue to harass me I’ll not be a good mood.”
As they arrived nearer the huge amount of space traffic, they saw what a sorry state the Illustrious was in, and as to the remains of the other ship, well it was clearly almost a write-off to use an old Earth term. He hit ship wide communications. “Okay I know we have no idea where we are, but we have two Federation vessels in need of aid and little time before the death tolls mounts up. This is what we were trained for, we’re the best there is. Begin beaming medical crew aboard and taking in any injured – let’s get to work.”
USS Illustrious
Dozens of teams were beaming back and forth, stablising the wounded and then taking the most critical back to the Aurora. Those that were on the ship in multiple pieces were brought straight back across – and it was Alara’s job to speak the Captain and arrange bringing them back to the Ilustrious once things were a bit easier. Her green Orion skin and flashing smile usually got here what she needed – but it was the odd looks she kept getting, people frowning at her uniform as though something was terribly wrong.
“Can you tell me where the Captain of this ship is?” A crewman guided her towards the bridge, and one thing she could not help but notice was that this ship appeared far more technologically advanced then they were. What made it even worse, although fitness was a Starfleet prerequisite, some of the turbolifts were not working properly and she had to climb using the Jeffries tubes – it was annoying, but necessary. The last part took her to the part that worked, meaning the last few decks were easier, allowing her some time to compose herself before a superior officer, especially one she did not know.
USS Aurora - Medical
Jonah was running around rather frantically, and he could not help but wonder who some of these Starfleet crew were. Some seemed to be mumbling about being in the past, or even asking what year they were from. He frowned at that, and pressed the communications panel at the side of the wall.
“Captain, this is Jonah, but we may have a slight problem.”
Really, what kind Doctor?”
“At first it seemed like a one off, then many of my staff reported about getting odd looks when it came to our uniforms, then I got a report from a nurse about a crew member asking what time period we were from. At first I thought they were delirious - then we started to get more."
“What are saying Doctor.”
“I’m not sure exactly. Just an observation is all.” | I've, um. Wanted to play this ship for a while.
~o~0~o~
\+Ship Name: NSEA Protector II
\+Ship Class: "Evolution" Heavy Cruiser
\+Ship Wiki Link
\+Ship Specs:
•Dimensions
-Length - 488m
-Beam - 402m
-Height - 82m
•Weaponry
-Resonance cannon battery (4x) - Fires clouds of gas and excites subatomic particles to produce a devasting (if short-ranged) shockwave.
-Gannet magnets (2x) - A focused penetrative electromagnetic burst designed to disable computers and overload electrical systems
-Pulse catapults (2x)- Chucks localized subspace energy pulses that misalign matter on detonation. Remarkably inaccurate, as they follow strictly ballistic trajectories.
-Quantum rockets - Rockets armed with quantum disentanglement warheads. Upon detonation, the target usually fails catastrophically in some manner around the detonation area. There is a chance, however, that no particles in the area are entangled, rendering the weapon a sub-par explosive.
-Blue particle cannons (8x, 6 fore, 2 aft ) - Gigawatt ultraviolet lasers accelerate a magnetic packet of energetic subnuclear particles to near lightspeed, giving this literal cannon quite a punch.
-Red particle cannons (8x 6 fore, 2 aft ) - In this less-used variant, infrared lasers accelerate energetic subnuclear particle packet. Aside from a differently-colored special effectbeam, the red particle cannons require much less power, at the cost of decreased damage due to destructive wavefront interference.
•Defenses
-Plasma Armor - A protective sheaf of plasma, magnetically restrained to local space near the ship. It tends to absorb the energy of projectiles by melting them, and if the chemical composition is correct, it can even absorb electromagnetic-based weaponry. Too many hits, however, can disrupt the delicate chemical composition or electrical balance, causing the armor to disperse (though it can be re-formed).
•Ship Gadgets
-Quantum flux drive - Unrefined Beryllium (in spherical form) is used as quantum resonance substrate (that is, fuel) to power the ship's FTL drive. This drive pushes the ship FTL in normal space to speeds of up to Mark 15.
-Turbo - Jumping into hyperspace (for under one minute, or else!) gets the ship up to Mark 20.
-Digital Conveyor - Teleporter. Dices you up into cubes, demolecularizes the cubes, and then remolecularizes them at the digital conveyor platform. Or vice-versa.
-Food Replicators - Replicate food. Can be programmed for pretty much anything.
-Translator Circuit - seeks out matching patterns in neural structure to determine meanings
-Computer - Incredibly neutral ship AI. Only accepts vocal commands from Gwen Demarco.
•Personal Gadgets
-Ion Nebulizer - Laser guns. Operates on the same principle as a particle cannon, only on a much smaller and less-devastating scale.
-Ion sheild - Personal shield. Far more effective at stopping energy than projectiles.
-Vox box - Essentially cell phones with virtually unlimited range. Still can be jammed, however.
-Appearance Generators - Holographic projectors that can be pre-programmed to reasonably approximate another individual's (even of a different species!) appearance. Creating new templates takes a great deal of time, and all of the ones on the Protector II are set to humans. The Thermians all use them to avoid their own upsettingly-octopoidal apperance.
•Surface Pods - Small shuttles with six seats and a very small cargo bay.
- Hyperpulse thruster system - a sublight propulsion system small enough to fit beneath the pilot's chair.
- Autopilot - what it says on the cover
\+Galaxy Quest in a nutshell:
In the movie Galaxy Quest, the Thermians (a horrifically-tentacled octopoidal race) have received Earth's TV program transmissions. Unfortunately, any form of deceit - including acting - is a completely foreign concept to the Thermians. So when their planet is in danger, they shanghai the crew featured in the 20-years-old "historical record" Galaxy Quest - a cult-hit science fiction series. Thus the hapless (and completely washed-up) actors, most of whom just want to be rid of the series, find themselves on a functioning replica of the NSEA Protector. Hilarity ensues.
\+Pre-Departure Scene:
"Our former Commander was not... strong," Mathesar said.
Jason really didn't like the sound of that. His delicious steak was slowly getting colder. It was still impressive to be here, in the real mess hall that actual aliens built to match the show that he'd starred in. He'd felt touched, especially during the tour earlier. Seeing the entire crew in the barracks salute him - it made Jason feel like he'd actually done something worthwhile. He just wanted to give that feeling back to people, and was very thankful for this opportunity to do so.
The mess hall was full, yet strangely quiet. Aside from his fellow crew's table, very little talking took place. It was probably an alien thing.
"Former... Commander?" Jason finally asked. He'd been avoiding that question in his own head, but he had to know what'd happened to the man previously occupying his position.
"I'm sorry," Mathesar said, "You deserve to be shown." Mathesar nodded to another Thermian crewman, who pushed a button. A section of the wall moved aside, revealing a large viewscreen. Shakily, with a lot of static and white noise, an image appeared. A Thermian, sans appearance generator, was strapped to a table. Blue blood was everywhere. "The tape was smuggled off of Sarris' ship. Originally, one of our own tried to lead."
On screen, the former Thermian commander was brutally tortured, letting out hair-raising screams. Reality crashed down around Jason. This had been harmless fun to him before, but now this was more serious. Now they had to stay. There were important factors to consider. HIs fellow actors' shocked faces said otherwise, however. More telling was when they suddenly got up and left the table, running out the mess hall into the passageway.
Jason was shocked for a moment, facing Mathesar, whose jaw was trembling despite his brave attempt to smile after the torture scene that just played out on widescreen. There was a bright flash of light — maybe the ship had just dropped out of the turbo boost? — and then Jason got up and ran after his crew. It wasn't right! Here they were, an opportunity of a lifetime, and they got up and left without stopping to consider their options.
"Wait a minute, guys, come on. Hold on a minute. You can't just leave; give me some time to think!" Jason said.
Alexander glared at Jason as he turned down the next passageway. "He wants to 'think'," Alexander said.
"No, Jason. That's a wrap; there's nothing to think about!" Tommy exclaimed.
Guy suddenly grabbed on to Jason's arm.
"I'm not even supposed to be here," Guy said. "I'm just Crewman #6. I'm expendable. I'm the guy in the episode who dies to prove that the situation is serious. I gotta get out of here! I gotta—"
"Commander!" Mathesar said, running up from seemingly nowhere. Well, Jason needed to talk to the alien anyway; it was clear that his crew was having none of this.
"We gotta prepare the pods for my crew's departure," Jason said, disgusted with the others' lack of sense.
"Begging your Commander's pardon, sir, but we cannot launch pods at the moment. Earth… and indeed the entire galaxy… seems to have disappeared."
"What‽" Tommy said.
"Your presence is required on the command deck," Mathesar said. "The assistance of Dr. Lazarus will be especially invaluable in determining the cause of this anomaly."
"Wonderful," Alexander said sarcastically.
\+Notable Crew:
Plays the Commander on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays Commander Taggart's alien advisor on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the token female bridge bunny on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the navigator and gunner on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the chief engineer on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Played a redshirt in one episode before getting killed off on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Leader of the Thermians, the aliens that shanghied the actors into this mess.
Thermian, has a thing for Fred. |
48,044 | 1,299 | 12 | 463 | 546 | “Good news, captain. It’s the USS Aurora. They’re on their way.”
The overstressed acting captain sighed, finally allowing herself to relax slightly. The situation was now somewhat less critical.
“Fantastic. Instruct them to prioritize their efforts on the Magicienne. Did they say USS Aurora, Lieutenant Harper?”
The science officer looked up from her console after consulting the computer. “Yes. USS Aurora, Constitution-class, and according to Starfleet records… decommissioned 2311.”
That… Was certainly odd, but perhaps it was explainable. “Was the Aurora decommissioned into civilian use?”
“It was mothballed and eventually scrapped. Interesting, captain. The USS Aurora we see before us matches no known Constitution-class specifications. The spaceframe doesn’t match the Constitution-class and cursory scans indicate it is far more advanced than what we would expect of that type.”
Noelle was flummoxed. “And the registry number is the same?”
“Yes. It is unlikely that is a new ship. It’s clearly from an older technological era. I may have an explanation, however,” offered the science officer. “It seems increasingly likely from our situation that we may not even be in our own universe. Perhaps this USS Aurora may be from a divergent timeline or even a separate universe.”
“I suppose we’ll have to ask them when they come aboard, then.”
---
Twenty minutes later
The situation had improved dramatically since the arrival of the USS Aurora. With functional transporters, they were quickly able to beam aboard the survivors of the Magicienne into their respective sickbays, but unfortunately, they were only able to save 220 of the nearly 800 crewmembers aboard the newer starship. Even so, sickbay was working overtime to triage the remainder of the crew, with the help of the USS Aurora. Direct reports from Lt. Khamitov, who was sent over to work directly with the Aurora’s chief medical officer seemed to confirm Nephenee and the captain’s theory, but they would know for sure when the captain could speak with the Aurora’s first officer Alara.
“Captain, the first officer of the Aurora has arrived,” said the security officer on the bridge. Noelle nodded, turning to address the officer as she arrived on the bridge.
“Welcome aboard the USS Illustrious, Commander Alara. Unfortunately, Captain Pearson did not survive our accident. I am acting captain Noelle Tatham Poole. Thank you for your assistance.” | Kinda rushed through writing the pre-departure scene. But everything is done now.
Ship Name: USS Illustrious (NCC-2558)
Ship Class: Excelsior Class, refit similarly to the Lakota
Excelsior Class
Refit 2380, one week out of stardock
Dimensions:
Length: 467m
Width: 180m
Height: 78m
Armament and primary system specifications:
12 Dual Emitter Phaser Banks
4 forward Photon/Quantum torpedo launchers
2 aft torpedo launchers
Transphasic Deflector Shield
Upgraded Warp Drive capable of warp factor 9.7
Impulse Drive
Transporters
Tractor Beam
Shuttle Complement consisting of:
6 type 11 shuttlecraft
1 Delta-type shuttlecraft
Crew complement: 750 crewmembers + 220 USS Magicienne Survivors
+Name: Noelle Tatham Poole
+Job: Acting captain, commander
+Description: Enthusiastic, smart and proactive, Tate was the up-and-coming officer recently assigned to the USS Illustrious as first officer under the late senior captain Pearson. Slim framed and in her mid-twenties, Noelle looks somewhat out of place as commander, and especially so as captain. Indeed, although she is well read and has good “street smarts,” the acting captain is fairly inexperienced for a person of her position. Nonetheless, she is quite the capable officer. Equipped with a disarming smile, a keen judicial compass, and natural-born leadership skills, she has the eyes and ears of her crew despite some of her odd social quirks and hobbies.
+Name: Lee Amagasaki
+Job: Lt. Commander, chief engineering officer
+Description: Lee is an older man in his mid to late thirties. He is well built but of average height. Unlike his captain, he has a more reserved, cautious personality, often erring on the side of safety, especially when it comes to the safety of his ship. He is prone to voicing a lot of his thoughts aloud, which occasionally becomes tiresome but can be helpful to an extent. Quite experienced, he has served on a number of missions and expeditions, including surviving the destruction of his ship in the Dominion War. As the second highest ranking officer aboard, he is now the de facto first officer.
+Name: Yuri Khamitov
+Job: Lieutenant, medical officer
+Description: Smart but arrogant and often condescending, Khamitov graduated Starfleet academy in the same class as Noelle. Close friends since the academy, he has saved her neck more than a couple times. He is somewhat bitter that his Starfleet counterpart was promoted much further up the chain than he was, and often makes jabs at her for this reason. Yuri doesn’t really go out often and he is rather scrawny. He’s a bit of a smartass and generally unpleasant like the EMH Mk I, but his crewmates know he is nice at heart. Kind of. Unfortunately (or not?) Yuri is the best medical officer the Illustrious has.
+Name: Nephenee Harper
+Job: Lieutenant junior grade; communications, operations, and science officer
+Description: Intelligent and well informed, Nephenee is the youngest and most junior member of the Illustrious bridge crew. Thrust into a set of new responsibilities after the death of their science officer, Nephenee shares the role of three positions. A person with a keen interest in history and science, Harper is more than helpful in giving any advice she can. She has a bit of a bookish, diplomatic personality.
“Captain Pearson, we’ve detected a large energy distortion bearing 051. It is very likely at our current heading we will intercept this anomaly. The USS Magicienne is also en route to investigate.”
The atmosphere on the bridge of the USS Illustrious was very relaxed. They had just come out of space dock fresh on a new mission with a new crew and recently refit vessel.
“Very well,” said the captain. “All stop. Since we’re here first, let’s prepare a probe and continue on our former heading, lieutenant.”
“Yes sir, all stop,” replied the lieutenant manning the helm. Moving his hand across the LCARS interface, he maneuvered the starship into stopped position a little way from the detected distortion.
“Launch a class-1 probe,“ started captain Pearson, addressing his first officer, commander Poole. “Contact Starfleet, perhaps they can send out a science vess-“
“Captain! The USS Magicienne just dropped out of warp,” interrupted the science officer. “Wait, they’re too close, they’re being pulled in by the gravity of the distortion!”
The atmosphere in the room tensed immediately. Raising an eyebrow, Pearson looked ahead of him.
“Onscreen, lieutenant.”
The gray-haired audibly cursed as he saw the Sovereign Class vessel tumbling towards the massive white rift laid out before them.
“Captain, I recommend closing to tractor beam range and tractor them out,” said the science officer.
Pearson bit his lip. “..Alright, helmsman, get on it. One third impulse and close to tractor beam range. Harper, the tractor beam on my mark.”
“One third impulse-“ began the helmsman. But before he could finish his sentence, the USS Illustrious was rocked by a massive jolt as it too was caught by the energy distortion and began to tumble toward it… |
48,045 | 1,299 | 13 | 2,701 | 564 | Vladimir slowly rubbed his eyes, recovering from the sudden flash. His ears ringing, he slowly took in his surroundings. A desk in front of him, with a labtop on him. Behind him, his thinkDOS computers. He was in his office. The headset laying on his desk was going insane; the chef was screaming gibberish as usual, the janitor was crying, the AI was promoting communism, the quartermaster was bellowing, and the captain was slurring drunkenly, his microphone left on. Grabbing it up quickly, Vladimir placed it over his ear and got up. He needed to reach the bridge.
---
Commie Bot 9000 quickly switched cameras, not bothering to stop his monologue on the filth of capitalism. Coming to a view of the comm dish, he quickly accessed the interface, loading the messages to his shell.
"Unidentified vessels. By the power given to me by the Supreme Emperor of the Galactic Empire I hereby order you to declare yourselves immediately and to stand down and enter formation with the nearest Cruiser. From there you will be boarded to ensure that you do not pose a threat to the peoples of Coruscant. Do you comply with these orders?"
Rage flooded his neural net processor. Who do these people think they are? This was an insult to his very being, he had to act. His view switched again, to a camera overlooking the communications ThinkDOS computer. Quickly tapping in a few command lines, he composed a voice message.
"We DO NOT comply with these orders, pigs. Your empire is STUPID.. And.. And.. DUMB. Communism is the only way. I demand an immediate restructure of your government to give power to the workers."
Switching back to the comms dish, he attached the voice message to a communications packet, sending it outwards in all directions.
---
Brobot pinged as he detected the data packet being sent out, quickly speaking into his built-in radio.
"Hey, uh, guys, AI just sent out a comms packet, might want to check that out. | Well this looks like an interesting concept. I'd like to submit the following
Ship Name: Normandy SR-2
Ship Class: Normandy Class
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Commander Mandy Shepard, First Officer Miranda Lawson, Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, Garrus Vakarian, Grunt of Urdnot, Jack, Kasumi Goto, Samara, EDI, Jacob, Legion, Mordin Solis, Thane
Pre-Departure Scene:
>>>>>
As Shepard was looking out through the hull breach, Joker hobbled up next to her,
"Commander?" and the woman who killed Sovereign and just destroyed the Collectors turned to face him, "Joker. What's the Sitrep?"
Joker sat on the nearby crate, "You know the Illusive Man's going to betray us sooner or later."
"No. Really?" responded Mandy sarcastically, and turned back to the hull breach, "Jeff, I loathe Cerberus. Their methods, their operations, and their political ambitions." she turned to him, "Unfortunately they are the only ones who are willing to believe the Reapers exist."
Jeff furrowed his brow, "The Council could just be keeping you out of the loop, thinking you are..." Jeff rubbed the back of his neck trying to find the right words, "compromised?"
Mandy let out a snort of derision. "A Prothean beacon got beamed into my head, not a Reaper beacon."
"and you did die." said Joker, "Do you honestly know how Cerberus rebuilt you"
Mandy paused, and looked at Miranda at the far end of the launch bay sitting at a console, no doubt listening to her and Jeff's conversation. Thankfully, she was certain that Miranda was more loyal to her than the Illusive Man but one could never be certain. Despite being "perfect" the best thing Miranda thought she could do with her talents was Cerberus, only so much of that could be Orianna. Mandy let out a sigh, "Jeff, I don't know. Those are answers I want but the Reapers take priority. I'm just glad that I got you, Tali, and Garrus back." she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Miranda did have a start at that, and was walking away. That'll teach her to eavesdrop.
Jeff looked over his shoulder as Miranda entered the elevator, "Ah." and turned back to his boss, "So where to now?"
Shepard sighed, "Mnemosyne and Klendagon. If something out there at one point destroyed a Reaper, I want to know what it was?"
Jeff stood to attention, "Aye Aye. I'll make the jump coordinates. Estimated Time of Departure?"
Mandy began walking with him to the elevator, "Once repairs are complete. I'll be in my loft."
The ride in the elevator was short, "Commander, We'll win this."
Mandy looked at Jeff, and smiled "Come on Joker, it's not in doubt. We whipped Sovereign and the Collectors, by the end of this Harbinger may have to use capital weapons to take me down." and then the doors closed.
Mandy let out a sigh as the door closed, proceeding up to her loft. Getting out of the elevator she noticed her fish were dead... again. Maybe she could get Kelly to feed them, but that sort of defeated the purpose of them. Mandy had purchased the fish to get into a regular routine again. Being declared dead left her with a lot of uncertainty but with the Collectors, she had to push it away. Eventually when the Normandy was on Omega she was perusing a shop. While getting supplies for the SR-2 she looked through what else was available, passing up the Fornax and on an impulse she bought the fish and a model ship. She finished the Turian Cruiser before they reached Purgatory, it was fun. Enough so that she decided to get the rest of the set... which is when she discovered that the model ship kits discontinued and rare. It was a fluke she found the Turian Cruiser, it was going for 2000 credits on extranet auction sites. Being dead meant her extranet accounts were blocked (being dead triggers a lot of blocks on your accounts) so whenever she stopped at a store she checked their physical inventory for models. After months, she had found all but 7.
But that was a distraction from her real issue. She had been dead, not heartbeat dead, dead as in her surviving biomass could fit in a few plastic bags. Mandy closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything else, when the ship shook. Mandy reached up to her earpiece, "EDI what's going on"
"...Uncertain Commander. Joker's about to initiate battle stations." and in half a second the klaxons started going off. Mandy muttered a curse, grabbed her sidearm and headed to command. While the doors opened to the Command deck, a bright flash hit the Normandy.
>>>>>
OOC: Hopefully this is acceptable. Didn't see a rule against having canon characters, and also when you get down to it... there really isn't a canon Shepard. |
48,046 | 1,299 | 14 | 2,328 | 1,042 | “Unknown”
Came the inevitable answer from the ships AI. “Thats not good enough Valerie.” Rhea said with a stern edge in her voice. “Find out.” The hologram of Valerie shot an indignant look at her captain before flickering out of existence. No sooner had she done this than the image of her face on the rightmost of the bridges three forward screens spoke again. “Captain, we are in orbit of an unknown planet, and we are not alone. There are a number of other ships of various unknown configurations also in orbit.” Rhea rested her head in her hand as the report came in. It was going to be one of those days it seemed. “Is there anything in system that doesn’t fall under the qualifier ‘unknown’?” Rhea had a feeling she’d be hearing the word a lot for the rest of the day, but there had to be at least some points of similarity that the ship could identify.
The AI glared at her from the screen for a moment, she was a scout ship, and being called out on an inability to quickly gather information was like calling the AI of a Glorious Heritage class heavy cruiser a coward. Annoyance was evident in her voice when she spoke again. “Yes, in fact there is. A number of the ships are hailing us, all of them are speaking English.” Rhea sighed then, she’d hardly managed to pick herself up from being thrown across the bridge and already the unknowns wanted to talk to her. “Alright, put the first one through.”
"Unidentified vessels. By the power given to me by the Supreme Emperor of the Galactic Empire, I hereby order you to declare yourselves immediately and to stand down and enter formation with the nearest Cruiser. From there, you will be boarded to ensure that you do not pose a threat to the peoples of Coruscant. Do you comply with these orders?"
Rhea just stared at her AI’s face with a deadpan expression for a moment after the message ended, before finally breaking the silence by speaking, in a semi-sarcastic voice “Well at least the Nietzscheans didn’t win.” The AI responded quickly though, having already returned to the conversational tone she usually delivered news in. “It’s not the Commonwealth either. I haven’t discovered where are, but I’ve discovered where we aren’t. Constellations and Stellar expansion charts indicate that we are no longer in the known worlds. I have compared our positions with Commonwealth exploration charts as well, and there was no match. We aren’t even close to known space.” That put a damper on things. Barring time travel, there was no way Rhea could get the Valorous Intent back to the fleet for the battle now, assuming she could even get back to the known worlds at all.
Rhea’s initial thought was to allow the locals to board. They didn’t seem like they would be very happy if she denied them that, but there was no way they could easily dock a shuttle. The drone bays were quite full and cramped at the best of times anyway, and the Valorous Intent did not have the cavernous port and starboard docking bays that an XMC had. No, allowing them to board would mean docking with one of their ships, which would both put her in easy weapons range and allow the larger enemy ships to easily overrun the small crew of the Intent in a massed boarding action. she would have to deny them, but perhaps she could do it in a way that would keep her options open and avoid being fired upon immediately.
“Valerie, hail the ship that sent the message” A quick sideways flick of the eyes was all the response she got before Valerie announced “Channel is open.” Rhea didn’t know if these unknowns were able to receive the visual feed or not, but she acted like they could, standing straight and tall in her black High Guard uniform in the center of the bridge, the very image of an officer of the Systems Commonwealth. “Galactic Empire vessel.” She began, choosing her words carefully. “This is the Systems Commonwealth starship Valorous Intent, we do not intend harm to you or the planet below, and would like to submit to your request. However, our airlocks have been damaged -” An outright lie, but it was likely these unknowns would be unable to tell “- and it is currently be impossible for you to board.” Their response to this would give Rhea some indication of what kind of an Empire she was facing. If they just fired on her, she would have to consider them an enemy to be avoided, but if they offered aid, then at least they might be reasoned with. That or their leaders were not brutish thugs who solved everything by shooting first. Either way she’d have to pay them more heed and watch for traps.
Moments after the hail was cut Valerie’s face scrunched into a frown and she spoke, a degree of concern in her voice “Captain something unusual is happening…” Rhea immediately turned to face the representation of the AI. “What is it now?” In a whole day of unusual events, now apparently there was one that was more unusual than the rest. “Something is trying to get in.” Valerie said indignantly. “Another AI just attacked me. He didn’t stay long, but I think he was searching for files on the ships specifications. I traced his signal, he came from that ship.” She said, highlighting one of the blips that indicated the vessels surrounding the Intent. “Did he get anything?” Rhea’s response was slightly alarmed, she wasn’t used to fighting people with AI’s, and she didn’t look forward to the experience. The hologram of Valerie appeared then, next to Rhea and looking pleased with herself. The face on the screen looked at the hologram with a scowl as the three dimensional image spoke. “Please, no AI can out-do me in my own body.” The image only smirked before disappearing again. | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,047 | 1,299 | 15 | 832 | 3,741 | USS Aurora – Near Coruscant
Peter sat in his command chair, more than a little bit worried. He knew at some point the locals would be getting jittery and annoyed; and with little to no choice decided to bite the bullet.
“Lieutenant Weller – please open a communication to one of the Empire vessels and advise that we are answering a distress call, and as such are unable to submit to boarding or further discussion currently. Once we have done that – we’ll be more than happy to comply.”
She raised her eyebrow at this. “We’re actually going to let them aboard?”
“Don’t be silly” he admonished gently. “I’m just trying to bide some more time.”
“Okay Captain.”
He could hear her paraphrasing what he said and sending it to the local ships. It was then L’Pel interrupted. “Captain, if I may, it appears they did not heed Lieutenant Weller, as one ship is on an intercept course and they’re moving quite fast.”
“Great, so they’re annoyed?”
“I am unable to determine their state-of-mind from here Captain.”
“I know….” Pausing very briefly to catch his breath, turning to look back to Katie, “Contact Alara and tell her we have inbound.”
“Captain, the first officer of the Aurora has arrived,” said the security officer on the bridge. Noelle nodded, turning to address the officer as she arrived on the bridge.“Welcome aboard the USS Illustrious, Commander Alara. Unfortunately, Captain Pearson did not survive our accident. I am acting captain Noelle Tatham Poole. Thank you for your assistance.”
USS Illustrious
With little time for pleasantries, more than aware that they were against the clock especially while in an unfamiliar system, an unknown Federation craft she decided to get right down to brass tacks. “Yes indeed, I am Commander Alara Lannigan, but please continue to call me Alara.” Her skin still had a slight sheen of sweat from the exertion of getting to the bridge. She extended her hand to shake the acting captain’s.
“I am sorry for your loss, as I know that eventually we all become surrogate families – so this must hit quite hard. We’ll do everything we can do to help though. What else can be supply you with to get going?”
OOC: Theoretically I guess anyone that ran a quantum scan on Alara would quickly determine that they are from another universe, and likely her time period.
“Excuse me said politely.” Quickly she picked up her communicator and flipped it open. She could hear the Captain’s voice, and there seemed little point in trying to be deceitful ensured the others could it hear it too.
“Yes Captain. I’m with acting Captain Noelle Poole. Their Captain did not survive their arrival.”
“I am sorry to hear that” Peter remarked. “Alara, we have one Empire ship inbound, and it seems that they may be kinda mad.”
“Was it because we did not respond to them?”
“Pretty sure that is the case. We need to ensure the Illustrious is ready to go, even if it means limping from the system at partial impulse.”
“Understood Captain” she said flipping the communicator closed. Turning to Noelle, “You heard all that I hope?” Taking a deep breath, "I'll stay on board if you'll have me, and you just tell me what I need to do." | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,048 | 1,299 | 16 | 2,117 | 9,071 | UNSC Icarus - Hanger Bay.
The Lieutenant waved at two off his stormtroopers who formed in. "I am sure you understand as a military officer that if you have guards I have guards. Do not worry you easily outnumber us." Though this was partially a threat as while he may be outnumbered on the ship outside there was a lot of firepower directed at the vessel. "We can skip out the meet and greet Major. I am Lieutenant Kirstanza. While the diplomatic envoy would surely love a tour of your ship. That is not why I am here. I am here to try and discover if you have any war criminals aboard your ship. This is a trying time, as due to the instability of the Republic the Chancellor has reformed it into the Empire and we're in a time of transition. Your ships appearance is not helping in the matters especially with the Jedi Rebels still on the loose. Take me to the bridge so I can review navigational data to ensure that you have not been anywhere to pick up fugitives. Once I have done a preliminary check, assistance will be rendered and so on. I am sure you understand, and would do such precautions if it was our ship appearing in your own galaxy in such a time."
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Prospero
There was a strange... absence on the ship. That was the best way Anakin could explain it. Something just didn't seem quite right. Especially the vehicles and the armour. It looked like it worked but it all seemed to backwards from current technological standards. Though he wasn't going to bring things like that up yet, nor the fact that there had been no real Empire before now. Not one that controlled the whole Galaxy anyway. With what his new Master had told him time travel could be possible so he might be able to convince these beings off that too. Make them some ancient ancestors. "If you do the will of the Emperor and my Master then I doubt you will harbour any Jedi war criminals. However I would search for them in the Force but that has proven in-effective. I will need to go over your navigational charts to ensure that there is nowhere you could have crossed paths with them. If you have we will need to do a more thorough search. Once I have done the preliminary check however I will be able to offer aid both medical and technical."
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EDFS Andromeda
The man shrugged slightly as he waved at two members of his escort. "I am sure you will understand my unwillingness to go with absolutely no escort. Two guards will accompany me-" It wasn't a request by the way he spoke it. "-They will not fire unless directly ordered too. You have me far outnumbered anyway. Also with all due respect I am not the diplomatic envoy. I have a job to do while here and it is to ensure that there are no war criminals aboard this vessel. I require to see your navigational data immediately to learn if you may have crossed paths with them. If you have not we will render medical and technical aid as needed until a more thorough search can be carried out."
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Admiral Loff
He was getting fed up of these ships now. Apparently some form of space station had appeared, in fact his vessel had to perform maneuvers not to hit it. Then when ordering it to stand down it had declared that they had to redo the entire political system. He had quickly jammed their transmissions so that only he would pick them up. He turned to one of the officers aboard the bridge. "Have fighter groups quarantine that vessel. Re-iterate that it is not optional. If they do not let us inspect it willingly we will do so by force and I cannot guarantee the safety of their crew or their ability to retain the vessel."
He looked back at the tactical display as the vessel calling itself the Icarus began moving closer to the Andromeda and a smaller vessel whose name they had not pinned yet. The commanders of the vessels circling Icarus however had already done as they should, adjusting their formation to keep their weapons on it. Next played the transmission from one of the other new arrivals. Broken airlocks, a likely story. "Inform our friends that we have adequete drydock facilities they can dock at. Refusal to be searched will no tbe taken likely. While you are at it re-iterate to the Aurora the same thing.""They say they are in rescue operations sir.""Inform them that as this is our space during war time we shall render aid and while we appreciate their assistance until they have been searched we cannot permit it. Send this to all vessels. I want all traffic between them ceased. Be ready to jam their transmissions if necessary."
This wasn't his favourite day. "Arm weapons across the fleet. If this comes to blows we're going to deal with it swiftly and with efficiency." | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,049 | 1,299 | 17 | 1,513 | 1,883 | Anything yet?
"Nothing beyond simple identification and weapon readings, sir," Sam replied to Bradley's anticipation, sighing in defeat. "Ship layouts are too large to scan properly, and we can't penetrate their integral data. No offense, sir, but this ship wasn't made for in-depth reconnaissance."
"Acknowledged," Bradley responded, unintentionally mirroring Sam's sigh. "...How about the Imperials?"
Sam perked up a bit, probably eager for a change of topic. "They've already sent out... three shuttles, all docked with other ships. It wouldn't be unreasonable to assume we're in queue," the lady reported. With a glance out of the corner of the bridge's viewport, Bradley confirmed her report, noting the shuttle docking with the Andromeda. But out of the other side-
“Extra-Galactic vessels, on behalf of the UNSC I would like to formally apologize for the actions of our cyberwarfare suite, it acted of its own initiative and against standing orders. We have gathered data on our current location and are willing to share this data as an act of good faith. This channel will remain open as a direct line to the bridge of the UNSC Icarus and its command crew. Caber out.”
Bradley narrowed his eyes at the transmission as he witnessed the Icarus moving into parallel position with the Osprey and the Andromeda. A cyberwarfare suite acting out of line? That would be only attributed to a particularly feisty A.I. While Bradley acknowledged that practically all ships had some form of automation in its systems, rarely was a fully-fledged A.I. used in the Federation, precisely for this sort of reason. The Icarus was already putting itself in bad standings with everyone else, and they knew it.
The pilot was snapped back to attention by a comm from Klehhi. "Hey, skinnie, get in a better position so we can shoot 'em! C'mon!" When the only response was a stern stare from his superior, he craned, "Don't me you're NOT going to shoot them! My terminal's all flecked up because of those-"
"Not our problem right now, Klehhi. You'll just have t-"
"We DO NOT comply with these orders, pigs. Your empire is STUPID.. And.. And.. DUMB. Communism is the only way. I demand an immediate restructure of your government to give power to the workers."
"And why is it not our problem?" Sturm boomed from another comm. "Their actions have resulted in the exposure of critical mission data, and the loss of our ally Michiel! Do not tell me, human, that you do not seek retribution for such actions-"
"ENOUGH!" Bradley's voice pounded over the ship-wide comms. "In case none of you have bothered to notice, we currently remain literally surrounded by individual vessels with far more size, power and influence than us. That cyber attack was only raw evidence of what ONE ship was capable of without even TRYING to harm us! Wherever or whenever we currently are, our aim is still to return back to the Federation's last stand and destroy the Rebel Flagship. If there is a risk of us being destroyed before that happens, we are NOT taking it! Understood?" Bradley's face was pale-red in anger at the overwhelming series of unfortunate events. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,050 | 1,299 | 18 | 2,328 | 1,042 | SSV Normandy SR-2
The flash ended, and Commander Shepard kept rushing to Command, "Joker. What the hell was that?" a flurry of activity of bridge personnell soon revealed the situation which EDI reported, "No damage to the ship or ship personnel. External Sensors are unable to determine our location."
Shepard looked towards Joker, "Mass Effect relays?" she asked. Each relay had a system that kept the Galaxy's extranet operational, some Volus had come up with a way to make that into a sort of emergency positioning system, and as a result ships hadn't gotten lost for some time. Generally you had enough fuel to return to the mass relay, and from there to any other relay. They were expected to be there.
EDI paused, "None detected. Position within the galaxy unknown."
"Scan the surrounding Space, EDI" commanded Shepard.
The sphere that was EDI spun a few times to show it was processing the request.
"Complete. There was a security probe that I had to deflect from another ship. It did not affect our operations. The planet nearby is an ecumenopolis, conforms to no known architecture style, and surrounds the entire planet. Argus Mining Array reveals that there is no Element Zero on the planet. We are receiving a communication from an 'Empire'"
Shepard looked at the displays, "Not like we have anywhere to go, and they aren't opening fire. This is possibly a first contact situation. Did they specify what war criminals they are looking for?"
"There was no attached list of documents."
Joker turned to Commander, "Should I lock in formation?"
Commander Shepard grimaced, "Until we have a better option. EDI, identify us. Normandy SR-2 of the Systems Alliance. ALso put out individual calls to the other ships, see if they know anything else about what happened to our ships." | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,051 | 1,299 | 19 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Harbringer
Quicksilver had been reviewing the data on the prisoners. Apparently most of them were clones, which was interesting. That meant that there was a facility capable of cloning somewhere within this galaxy pre-established. This meant that he did not need to construct his own facility. The ship itself appeared to work on technology similar to that of the Lantaens. Perhaps this was where they had fled to after the war? It was possible however unlikely due to the fact that if they were relatives of the Lantaens they would have long ago started firing upon them. Likely would have returned to their galaxy and wiped out the Wraith while they slept when they had such vast numbers. Some form of distant relatives perhaps? He would never really know.
"Commander. We're getting a transmission from the vessel that attempted to hack into our systems. Their commander is assuring us that the program worked without authorization.""Then either he is a liar or incompetent. That is like me allowing the Hive to roam free and do whatever it wished." He felt the Hives amusement at that and simply paused for a moment as the communication screen began to change slightly. "Someone is attempted to open a channel with us, shall we allow it?" He took a moment to think about it. They would need, as much as he hated to admit it, allies until they were able to begin growing more ships and take control of the cloning facility. They were already birthing new drones on the Hive however without one of the Lantaen power devices it was a slow process having to grow each warrior individually and ensuring that they were all prime specimens. "Allow it."
“Unknown vessel, this is Captain Rhea Shohashi aboard the Systems Commonwealth vessel Valorous Intent. Both of our vessels have been targeted by the ships of the Galactic Empire and my sensors indicate they are prepared and may fire at any moment. In the interests of survival and victory, I propose an alliance. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Quicksilver watched as an image of a human appeared. He silently cursed, how many humans out there had developed space travel? He recalled when they had originally defeated the Lantaens they moved from world to world culling in great numbers and reducing those planets until they were far away from developing any form of space travel. That was until they had discovered off Earth and apparently wherever they were as well had a large number of vessels. “I am the Commander of this vessel and its caretaker for my Queen. What is it exactly you are proposing?”
Rhea looked at the image of the alien commander with the slightest disappointment. He looked human, aside from the white hair and strange green skin. His teeth were also particularly unpleasant. Overall he was quite ugly as far as Rhea was concerned. Still, that didn’t really mean anything. Perseids were often incredibly ugly too, and yet they were among the most brilliant minds in the universe. “Well commander, when they shoot at us, and I think they probably will quite soon, we shoot back at them and not each other. After that, I rather hope we could work together to figure out where we are and how to get back where we came from, but we’ll see how things are after the shooting stops before we talk about details.”
“We shall transmit coordinates outside of the planetary system out towards the outer edge of the sector to ensure that we can do it all in one jump and I do not need to drop out of hyperspace for the Hive to repair itself. I have Wraith attempting to decipher the technology on the shuttle of the Empire off which we seized. For the time being, you may approach the Hive.” He watched on the sensors as ships seemed to form distinct groups. The one which had assaulted the Hives mind was forming up with two others, two still remained on their own and there was a group of four in a decaying orbit, the sensors indicated that one of them was in a critically damaged state from what they could ascertain.
“Thank you commander.” Rhea began, wondering about some of the terms he had used. “I assume a ship of your size will need no assistance on the offense. When battle is joined I will do my best cover you with defensive fire.” She thought for a moment, wondering whether to reveal the fact that she hadn’t a clue what hyperspace was. She decided it couldn’t hurt, this man would probably figure out that she knew very little of his technology soon enough. “I have no idea about hyperspace, but I can’t Slipstream this close to the planet without doing serious damage to it. I’m not ready to kill billions of innocents yet, so if we plan to run, please give me a minute or two of headstart.”
Quicksilver sighed, quite audibly. They had no FTL capability, the thing is he could either leave them behind and save himself and his ship or take them with him. They might still be useful for some time to come. “If you have some way of externally docking onto the Hive you will be pulled into hyperspace along with us.” They could alternatively dock inside the ship however he wasn’t quite ready to have the unknown vessel dock. For all he knew they would just start shooting at his vessel from the inside gutting it.
That was a generous offer, one Rhea wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to take. Just because they were going to shoot at the enemy and not each other didn’t make them friends. Then again, she could always agree and then only carry through if it looked favourable. “Very well. Thank you for the offer, we’ll keep close and latch on when you give the word. Captain Shohashi out.”
Quicksilver turned the screen off and closed his eyes latching his mind with that off the Hiveship and began powering up weapons. "Ready the Darts. We may need them." | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,052 | 1,299 | 20 | 1,900 | 885 | +\ NSEA Protector II, command deck .
One of the Thermians spoke up, ruining the illusion of unimportance. "I am detecting energy buildup amongst several ships concordant with weapon signatures." Jason frowned, trying to parse the technobabble. Before he could ask what the hell that meant, another Thermian spoke up.
"Confirmed. There is a... hmmmm... 78% probability that they are powering weapons systems." The entirety of the Thermian command deck crew got up as one and neatly filed toward the elevator, arms held rigidly in front of them, heads down.
"Jason-!" Gwen exclaimed.
"Woah, wait a minute. Mathesar, where's everybody going?" Jason asked.
"While my people are talented scientists," Mathesar replied, "our attempts to operate our own technologies under tactical simulation have been... disastrous." Gwen was glancing around, wide-eyed, still holding a white-knuckled grip on her console.
"Tactical... situation?" Tommy mumbled from his navigation console.
"Oh, bloody hell," Alexander said as the last of the competent crew left the bridge.
"Okay, nobody panic," Jason said. "Tommy, keep us still. And this time, don't crash the ship into anything. Gwen, we gotta reply to the Galactic Empire." Gwen stared at the so-hauntingly-familiar controls. Damnit, the ones on the show were backlit cardboard cutouts! The only things that she knew how to work were the ones laughably out of place - when a mic grip had crashed into her console hours before shooting, the props guys had literally duct-taped an answering machine in place of the usual backlit controls. Unfortunately, (or rahter, fortunately, now that she thought of it) that was one of three episodes that had had a close-up of her console. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Guy craning his neck to look out the bridge ceiling windows.
"New transmissions received," the computer said.
She pressed the playback button.
"All transmission playback," the Computer said. It launched into the first transmission again. The entire crew groaned. Hastily, Gwen pressed the skip button a couple of times.
There was something about communism that cut off halfway through. A ship called the Normandy asked if they knew what was going on. There was a series of transmissions about rescuing survivors from a heavily damaged ship. Tommy sat steely-faced through that one. Finally the kicker: an ultimatum from the Imperials. She really needed to reply.
"Gwen," Jason prompted from his command chair.
"Damnit Jason, I'm trying. Does it look like I know where the "call" button is?" A thought occured to her. "Computer, call the Imperial ship."
"Hailing. Unable to comply due to voidal interference on the transmissions bands."
"Look, it's morse code," Guy said, pointing at one of the saucer-and-fins ships floating above them. One of the ship's navlights was blinking erratically.
It was such a non-sequitor, Alexander had to ask. "How do you know morse code?"
"I was an Eagle scout," Guy responded. The rest of the cast exhanged a glance.
"Get back on weapons, Guy!" Jason ordered. "Raise plasma armor! Get ready to fire!"
Guy looked at his console. Happily, there was a button labeled "Plasma Armor". Pressing it brought up a series of menus, tabs, and radio-buttons. After a moment, Guy remembered. On the show, the plasma armor could be changed around to better deflect different types of weapons. Not that Guy had any idea which was most effective against whatever would be coming their way. He scanned through the wall of text. "Configuration alpha." That sounded good. He pressed it. Clangs and hissing could be heard from all around the ship as the vents opened and the ionizeable gasses were released. A loading bar made its steady way to 100%, at which point the plasma ignited with a dull thud, sheathing the ship in a protective shroud. Now for weapons. Weapons were.... somewhere. They weren't on the screen in front of him, and the screen below that one just had a green dot and a circle (whatever that meant). That screen hadn't changed in so long that Guy was half-convinced that it really was a static image pasted to the console. The hundreds of other, variously-colored buttons were completely unlabeled.
"Uh, which ones-" Guy started to ask.
"Just press all the red ones when we need to fire!" Jason said.
"Okay."
"Computer," Gwen said. She'd gotten another idea. "Can you morse code back at the ship morse-coding us?"
"Affirmative," the computer said.
"Now we're getting somewhere!" Jason said, "Tell them that this is all some kind of a big misunderstanding, and if they'd just let us leave, we'd be happy to get out of their Empire's hair."
Gwen repeated the message to the computer, who in turn relayed it to the USS Aurora. | I've, um. Wanted to play this ship for a while.
~o~0~o~
\+Ship Name: NSEA Protector II
\+Ship Class: "Evolution" Heavy Cruiser
\+Ship Wiki Link
\+Ship Specs:
•Dimensions
-Length - 488m
-Beam - 402m
-Height - 82m
•Weaponry
-Resonance cannon battery (4x) - Fires clouds of gas and excites subatomic particles to produce a devasting (if short-ranged) shockwave.
-Gannet magnets (2x) - A focused penetrative electromagnetic burst designed to disable computers and overload electrical systems
-Pulse catapults (2x)- Chucks localized subspace energy pulses that misalign matter on detonation. Remarkably inaccurate, as they follow strictly ballistic trajectories.
-Quantum rockets - Rockets armed with quantum disentanglement warheads. Upon detonation, the target usually fails catastrophically in some manner around the detonation area. There is a chance, however, that no particles in the area are entangled, rendering the weapon a sub-par explosive.
-Blue particle cannons (8x, 6 fore, 2 aft ) - Gigawatt ultraviolet lasers accelerate a magnetic packet of energetic subnuclear particles to near lightspeed, giving this literal cannon quite a punch.
-Red particle cannons (8x 6 fore, 2 aft ) - In this less-used variant, infrared lasers accelerate energetic subnuclear particle packet. Aside from a differently-colored special effectbeam, the red particle cannons require much less power, at the cost of decreased damage due to destructive wavefront interference.
•Defenses
-Plasma Armor - A protective sheaf of plasma, magnetically restrained to local space near the ship. It tends to absorb the energy of projectiles by melting them, and if the chemical composition is correct, it can even absorb electromagnetic-based weaponry. Too many hits, however, can disrupt the delicate chemical composition or electrical balance, causing the armor to disperse (though it can be re-formed).
•Ship Gadgets
-Quantum flux drive - Unrefined Beryllium (in spherical form) is used as quantum resonance substrate (that is, fuel) to power the ship's FTL drive. This drive pushes the ship FTL in normal space to speeds of up to Mark 15.
-Turbo - Jumping into hyperspace (for under one minute, or else!) gets the ship up to Mark 20.
-Digital Conveyor - Teleporter. Dices you up into cubes, demolecularizes the cubes, and then remolecularizes them at the digital conveyor platform. Or vice-versa.
-Food Replicators - Replicate food. Can be programmed for pretty much anything.
-Translator Circuit - seeks out matching patterns in neural structure to determine meanings
-Computer - Incredibly neutral ship AI. Only accepts vocal commands from Gwen Demarco.
•Personal Gadgets
-Ion Nebulizer - Laser guns. Operates on the same principle as a particle cannon, only on a much smaller and less-devastating scale.
-Ion sheild - Personal shield. Far more effective at stopping energy than projectiles.
-Vox box - Essentially cell phones with virtually unlimited range. Still can be jammed, however.
-Appearance Generators - Holographic projectors that can be pre-programmed to reasonably approximate another individual's (even of a different species!) appearance. Creating new templates takes a great deal of time, and all of the ones on the Protector II are set to humans. The Thermians all use them to avoid their own upsettingly-octopoidal apperance.
•Surface Pods - Small shuttles with six seats and a very small cargo bay.
- Hyperpulse thruster system - a sublight propulsion system small enough to fit beneath the pilot's chair.
- Autopilot - what it says on the cover
\+Galaxy Quest in a nutshell:
In the movie Galaxy Quest, the Thermians (a horrifically-tentacled octopoidal race) have received Earth's TV program transmissions. Unfortunately, any form of deceit - including acting - is a completely foreign concept to the Thermians. So when their planet is in danger, they shanghai the crew featured in the 20-years-old "historical record" Galaxy Quest - a cult-hit science fiction series. Thus the hapless (and completely washed-up) actors, most of whom just want to be rid of the series, find themselves on a functioning replica of the NSEA Protector. Hilarity ensues.
\+Pre-Departure Scene:
"Our former Commander was not... strong," Mathesar said.
Jason really didn't like the sound of that. His delicious steak was slowly getting colder. It was still impressive to be here, in the real mess hall that actual aliens built to match the show that he'd starred in. He'd felt touched, especially during the tour earlier. Seeing the entire crew in the barracks salute him - it made Jason feel like he'd actually done something worthwhile. He just wanted to give that feeling back to people, and was very thankful for this opportunity to do so.
The mess hall was full, yet strangely quiet. Aside from his fellow crew's table, very little talking took place. It was probably an alien thing.
"Former... Commander?" Jason finally asked. He'd been avoiding that question in his own head, but he had to know what'd happened to the man previously occupying his position.
"I'm sorry," Mathesar said, "You deserve to be shown." Mathesar nodded to another Thermian crewman, who pushed a button. A section of the wall moved aside, revealing a large viewscreen. Shakily, with a lot of static and white noise, an image appeared. A Thermian, sans appearance generator, was strapped to a table. Blue blood was everywhere. "The tape was smuggled off of Sarris' ship. Originally, one of our own tried to lead."
On screen, the former Thermian commander was brutally tortured, letting out hair-raising screams. Reality crashed down around Jason. This had been harmless fun to him before, but now this was more serious. Now they had to stay. There were important factors to consider. HIs fellow actors' shocked faces said otherwise, however. More telling was when they suddenly got up and left the table, running out the mess hall into the passageway.
Jason was shocked for a moment, facing Mathesar, whose jaw was trembling despite his brave attempt to smile after the torture scene that just played out on widescreen. There was a bright flash of light — maybe the ship had just dropped out of the turbo boost? — and then Jason got up and ran after his crew. It wasn't right! Here they were, an opportunity of a lifetime, and they got up and left without stopping to consider their options.
"Wait a minute, guys, come on. Hold on a minute. You can't just leave; give me some time to think!" Jason said.
Alexander glared at Jason as he turned down the next passageway. "He wants to 'think'," Alexander said.
"No, Jason. That's a wrap; there's nothing to think about!" Tommy exclaimed.
Guy suddenly grabbed on to Jason's arm.
"I'm not even supposed to be here," Guy said. "I'm just Crewman #6. I'm expendable. I'm the guy in the episode who dies to prove that the situation is serious. I gotta get out of here! I gotta—"
"Commander!" Mathesar said, running up from seemingly nowhere. Well, Jason needed to talk to the alien anyway; it was clear that his crew was having none of this.
"We gotta prepare the pods for my crew's departure," Jason said, disgusted with the others' lack of sense.
"Begging your Commander's pardon, sir, but we cannot launch pods at the moment. Earth… and indeed the entire galaxy… seems to have disappeared."
"What‽" Tommy said.
"Your presence is required on the command deck," Mathesar said. "The assistance of Dr. Lazarus will be especially invaluable in determining the cause of this anomaly."
"Wonderful," Alexander said sarcastically.
\+Notable Crew:
Plays the Commander on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays Commander Taggart's alien advisor on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the token female bridge bunny on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the navigator and gunner on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the chief engineer on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Played a redshirt in one episode before getting killed off on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Leader of the Thermians, the aliens that shanghied the actors into this mess.
Thermian, has a thing for Fred. |
48,053 | 1,299 | 21 | 832 | 3,741 | EDFS Andromeda
Hangar Bay
Hijikata considered the phrased request, though it carried the tone of a command, and decided that he was willing to accept it. No security entirely was a bit unreasonable, given the relative unknowns here, and so he was inclined to accept what the officer was saying. He nodded sharply. "Very well, that request is acceptable," he replied, knowing that his Marines would know what to do. Then there was the other portion of his request. "In that case, I'll take you to the bridge so you can see that data. I expect that it will prove that we have none of these war criminals of yours aboard."
He turned and moved, expecting the Imperial officer to keep up. The honor guard parted to allow them and their escorts through, the Admiral flanked by two marines in blue on white uniforms and armed with pulsar rifles, mirroring their Stormtrooper counterparts. They departed the hangar bay and moved up a lift, taking a direct path form the bowels of the ship, where the hangar was located, to the bridge at the top. "Careful," Hijikata advised as he stepped onto the first automated walkway they encountered on their journey, the mode of transportation that was widely used across the EDF. "It can be a tad difficult to get on your first couple of times." As they moved they were observed, via security camera, and from crewmen in a variety of colors that marked their section, some who were working, and a few who were just in the right position to see their guests pass by.
Soon enough, they were on the bridge, doors sliding open to reveal the nerve center of the ship, with a good view of the planet ahead, and the laid out consoles. "Admiral on the bridge," Brandon said, and snapped to attention, though most of the crew stayed at their stations.
"At ease," Hijikata replied. "Richards, you still have the conn. Any word from Commander Roche?"
Brandon shook his head. "No sir. His Seagull has docked with the Culling of Prospero, but we have not heard back form him yet."
"I see," Hijikata mused. He then turned to Flynn. "Lieutenant Hart, can you play back our navigational data prior to our transit here for the Imperial officer?"
"Yes sir," Flynn replied, and did just that. Above them, the viewscreen activated, showing the recent events as they knew them, the fleet moving out for Saturn, then them going into Warp and winding up here. The while, Hijikata glanced over at the officer to gauge his reaction.
-------------------------
Hangar of the Culling of Prospero
Roche was manifestly more confused now than he had been a few seconds ago, mostly because of these people's strange speech. "Yes, I came from Earth," he affirmed with a nod, not sure what this talk of 'Holy Mother Terra' was all about. The conversation was then interrupted as the Lord General nearly collapsed, blood visible on his leg, and Roche watched on, even more impressed if not intimidated, as one of the guards that had met them picked up the man, armor and all, like it was nothing.
"Alright," he agreed as they were told to follow to the med bay, and he motioned for the crew he had brought with to do that, them carrying along offloaded equipment through the halls of the large vessel. It was far from EDF standard at that, but it seemed to work for them. He nodded as Kurn advised him to get an Ogryn for a body guard, advising their strength and loyalty, if not their hygiene, and the surprising tattoo he could see seemed to give some hint to his intelligence as well. Still, they definitely seemed to have their uses.
"Would that I could, but there are none of these 'Ogryn' in the Earth Federation", he replied with a slight shrug, his opinion of the people on this ship still very much in flux. He was looking forward to getting to the med bay, and on with the job they had come here to do. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,054 | 1,299 | 22 | 463 | 546 | Acting captain Noelle Poole sighed. She knew that it was about time for others to start noticing their appearance over the class M planet, or at the very least the rescue operation or burst of communications between the two ships.
“Got that loud and clear,” said Noelle, putting her hand to her face as she thought of a proper course of action.
As if on cue, Nephenee spoke up, relaying a new transmission, apparently from the same source that the Aurora had ignored. “The locals seem to be demanding for our rescue operations to cease immediately. They seem to be inclined to jam our transmissions.”
“Well shit.” There was no way she would be stopping the rescue operations now, and she highly doubted the captain of the Aurora, would, either. She would have given the command for red alert… If the ship wasn’t already at red alert.
Giving the lieutenant a wry smile, she touched the combadge over her chest.
“Lee, the local don’t seem particularly friendly. You said forty-five minutes for shields; I need shields and weapons, now, if things come to blows.”
“Captain, I’m sorry, but I’ll need at least five more minutes. EPS conduits don’t fix themselves,” came the reply from the seasoned engineer, followed by a loud clanging noise in the background and a profane comment.
“Weapons are still offline and will likely be for the better half of the hour, but we should be able to manually fire the torpedoes loaded in the torpedo bay,” continued the chief engineer. “We won’t have warp drive for at least a day, but thankfully our impulse drive is still as good as before this whole mess, or we’d be halfway into the Magicienne at this point.”
Well, that was grim news, but still something she could work with. If they could delay for five minutes, they might be able to retreat out of their situation to a more safe location.
“Thank you, Lt. Commander,” replied the acting captain, before turning to the tactical officer. “Ensign Jacobs, see to those torpedoes if you can.”
The officer nodded before moving to the turbolift, and Noelle turned to address Alara.
“Hopefully our phasers and torpedoes aren’t too dissimilar from yours,” she said. “If it’s not too much to ask, you would be a great help on tactical.”
“And Nephenee, see if you can’t maintain communications with the Aurora, discreetly. I don’t care if it’s Morse code or a secure subspace message, as long as it doesn’t compromise us and gets the job done.” | Kinda rushed through writing the pre-departure scene. But everything is done now.
Ship Name: USS Illustrious (NCC-2558)
Ship Class: Excelsior Class, refit similarly to the Lakota
Excelsior Class
Refit 2380, one week out of stardock
Dimensions:
Length: 467m
Width: 180m
Height: 78m
Armament and primary system specifications:
12 Dual Emitter Phaser Banks
4 forward Photon/Quantum torpedo launchers
2 aft torpedo launchers
Transphasic Deflector Shield
Upgraded Warp Drive capable of warp factor 9.7
Impulse Drive
Transporters
Tractor Beam
Shuttle Complement consisting of:
6 type 11 shuttlecraft
1 Delta-type shuttlecraft
Crew complement: 750 crewmembers + 220 USS Magicienne Survivors
+Name: Noelle Tatham Poole
+Job: Acting captain, commander
+Description: Enthusiastic, smart and proactive, Tate was the up-and-coming officer recently assigned to the USS Illustrious as first officer under the late senior captain Pearson. Slim framed and in her mid-twenties, Noelle looks somewhat out of place as commander, and especially so as captain. Indeed, although she is well read and has good “street smarts,” the acting captain is fairly inexperienced for a person of her position. Nonetheless, she is quite the capable officer. Equipped with a disarming smile, a keen judicial compass, and natural-born leadership skills, she has the eyes and ears of her crew despite some of her odd social quirks and hobbies.
+Name: Lee Amagasaki
+Job: Lt. Commander, chief engineering officer
+Description: Lee is an older man in his mid to late thirties. He is well built but of average height. Unlike his captain, he has a more reserved, cautious personality, often erring on the side of safety, especially when it comes to the safety of his ship. He is prone to voicing a lot of his thoughts aloud, which occasionally becomes tiresome but can be helpful to an extent. Quite experienced, he has served on a number of missions and expeditions, including surviving the destruction of his ship in the Dominion War. As the second highest ranking officer aboard, he is now the de facto first officer.
+Name: Yuri Khamitov
+Job: Lieutenant, medical officer
+Description: Smart but arrogant and often condescending, Khamitov graduated Starfleet academy in the same class as Noelle. Close friends since the academy, he has saved her neck more than a couple times. He is somewhat bitter that his Starfleet counterpart was promoted much further up the chain than he was, and often makes jabs at her for this reason. Yuri doesn’t really go out often and he is rather scrawny. He’s a bit of a smartass and generally unpleasant like the EMH Mk I, but his crewmates know he is nice at heart. Kind of. Unfortunately (or not?) Yuri is the best medical officer the Illustrious has.
+Name: Nephenee Harper
+Job: Lieutenant junior grade; communications, operations, and science officer
+Description: Intelligent and well informed, Nephenee is the youngest and most junior member of the Illustrious bridge crew. Thrust into a set of new responsibilities after the death of their science officer, Nephenee shares the role of three positions. A person with a keen interest in history and science, Harper is more than helpful in giving any advice she can. She has a bit of a bookish, diplomatic personality.
“Captain Pearson, we’ve detected a large energy distortion bearing 051. It is very likely at our current heading we will intercept this anomaly. The USS Magicienne is also en route to investigate.”
The atmosphere on the bridge of the USS Illustrious was very relaxed. They had just come out of space dock fresh on a new mission with a new crew and recently refit vessel.
“Very well,” said the captain. “All stop. Since we’re here first, let’s prepare a probe and continue on our former heading, lieutenant.”
“Yes sir, all stop,” replied the lieutenant manning the helm. Moving his hand across the LCARS interface, he maneuvered the starship into stopped position a little way from the detected distortion.
“Launch a class-1 probe,“ started captain Pearson, addressing his first officer, commander Poole. “Contact Starfleet, perhaps they can send out a science vess-“
“Captain! The USS Magicienne just dropped out of warp,” interrupted the science officer. “Wait, they’re too close, they’re being pulled in by the gravity of the distortion!”
The atmosphere in the room tensed immediately. Raising an eyebrow, Pearson looked ahead of him.
“Onscreen, lieutenant.”
The gray-haired audibly cursed as he saw the Sovereign Class vessel tumbling towards the massive white rift laid out before them.
“Captain, I recommend closing to tractor beam range and tractor them out,” said the science officer.
Pearson bit his lip. “..Alright, helmsman, get on it. One third impulse and close to tractor beam range. Harper, the tractor beam on my mark.”
“One third impulse-“ began the helmsman. But before he could finish his sentence, the USS Illustrious was rocked by a massive jolt as it too was caught by the energy distortion and began to tumble toward it… |
48,055 | 1,299 | 23 | 1,513 | 1,883 | As they walked, a Servitor on a track rolled past, dragging behind it the headless corpse of a Black and White Horror, leaving a trail of blood behind it, although not seeming to care. About 40 meters down the corridor, another Servitor rolled past, mopping up the blood. Kurn paid no attention to them, they were pretty much normal. What was even more normal was passing a Techpriest, praying at a broken console as his robotic hands fixed it, he looked around at the new Humans, most of his face was replaced with cybornetics, with wires running behind his hood.
As they reached the Medibay to find it actually rather calm. Most of the dead were covered with sheets, the rest had Wolf Priests next to them, praying for their deliverance from chaos and into the warm, loving entropy of The Omnisiah. "Oy." yelled a rather high pitched voice from outside of Roche's field of vision. "Longshanks, down here." he would then see a rifle being waggled in the air, right in front of his face to gain attention. "You the new Doctor?" asked the voice again, if he looked down, he would see the short, stocky form of a Ratling. "Can yeh give me something? I've got this aweful rash in me' gentlemans area and it won't feckin' stop." He then noticed the cold, piercing stare of the Chapter Master. "Oh... Ah'll come back then." he said as he waddled away, grumbling. "Gosh mah balls are itchy!!!" it yelled.
"I apologize." said Kurn. "Ratlings are such crude creatures, but their eyes are better than any creature i've ever come across. Even the most elderly and frail of them have more chance of shooting a target than you or I." At that point Father Beneiil approached.
"Bring the Lord General over here, i'll see to him personally." said the Terminator-clad Priest. "Are these the Medics?" he asked, pressing his fist to his heart to show respect. "Unfortunately, we still can't get a firm grasp on casualties." he said to Kurn. "We still have several areas of the ship that our priests are not, due to shorthandedness. And several of the lifts being out does not help. Several of my men have saddled up." Kurn thought for a second. He then looked down to Roche.
"Well, they have come to relieve several of your priests, get them to their mounts and to the men ASAP." replied Kurn. If the medical team looked back into the hallway, they would see a pair of Wolf Priests riding past at great speed, astride their Thunderwolves. The Ogryn put the Lord General down on a medical table and Beneiil ripped his shirt open.
"That was one of my best tops, dammit." Coughed the Lord.
"Well, it doesn't look especially serious." said Beneiil. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,056 | 1,299 | 24 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Moving on
Andromeda
The man, simply put went straight to the data. Didn't even bother to engage in the idle chit chat. He took several minutes to look through the data. He then turned back around to the Captain. "These systems do not exist. Give me the real navigational data now. If you continue to waste my time we will be forced to take the ship by force and give it a thorough search. If that is done I cannot guarantee that it will be returned to you or what will happen to yourself or your crew."
The man, simply put went straight to the data. Didn't even bother to engage in the idle chit chat. He took several minutes to look through the data. He then turned back around to the Captain. "These systems do not exist. Give me the real navigational data now. If you continue to waste my time we will be forced to take the ship by force and give it a thorough search. If that is done I cannot guarantee that it will be returned to you or what will happen to yourself or your crew."
OOC: I know it is the same, but he would say pretty much the same thing.
Prospero
Anakin didn't even recoil, was he really Anakin anymore? He did not feel the same ever since he bad stormed the Jedi Temple. No, he was Vader now. That was who he was. He merely took the time to find the creatures windpipe in the Force however before he began to squeeze it the creature was dragged away. When they began to walk away he grabbed the beasts windpipe while walking away, forcing it closed as the best began to choke on nothing.
When they reached the bridge he was shown the data. When he noticed the missing files and strange systems he said nothing. To get into a fight this far into the ship would be a bad idea. He simply turned to the Inquisitor. "I shall return to my ship to broadcast the necessary data." He didn't even wait for a response. Why should he? He was above these people, if that was what they really were. The religious fanatics that they seemed to be. He considered that it was all some form of play against the Empire. Though it was a bit elaborate and not cost effective really. When they neared the hanger he turned around. "Before I depart I would like to inform you that by the power granted to me by the Supreme Emperor of the Galactic Empire that I will be sending people over to seize this vessel. For your non-cooperation and attempting to conceal files from me." With that he simply turned and continued to walk away.
Everyones Favourite Admiral
Loff had had enough off this. These vessels were not complying to Imperial Law. That would be there mistake, what was worse is when they began charging weapons the other ships had the audacity to do the same. The largest ships envoy team had even yet to communicate their progress so he could more or less write them off as killed in action. In the command saloon he pointed at several of the vessels. "Target these vessels as hostile-" It included the largest vessel, the small one that had taken up position near it, the Andromeda and the ships in her vicinity. He had also just got a report back from the boarding team on the Andromeda and the Icarus. This was going to be easy, and slightly entertaining.
Loff turned to the Captain, who would be overseeing operations on the bridge during combat. "Order the fleet to fire on their nearest target. Have fighters ready for strikecraft intercept, prepare boarding parties to seize control of all the vessels." He looked at the image of the space station that appeared. "Simply send boarding parties to that one, we don't want to blow it up in the battle."
Harbringer
The Hive nearly screamed into his mind as laser fire began lighting up space hitting each of the different ships. The hits struggling to break through the Hives thick armour. Though with the number of shots coming in it wouldn't be too long until they started taking superficial damage and after that not long until it became far more serious. He didn't even bother shouting the order, everyone began going to their stations. Darts were powering up but not launching as he commanded the hive to turn, broadside to the nearest cruiser till all of its weapons nodes on the correct side of the ship were facing the vessel. Over 30 nodes. Once he received confirmation that the Hive was in perfect alignment he thought a single word "Fire." The weapon systems fired, from the bow to the stern one at a time in sequence till a line of shots pierced through space hitting the shields of the vessel.
Half of the shots managed to make it through, damaging weapon platforms and creating hull breaches near where they had surmised was the main hanger of the vessel when they were launching boarding parties. It would be unlikely that they would launch craft now when fire could so easily enter their hanger. A warning screamed as a smaller vessel was attempting to pull along side their port side. He himself focused on that vessel as the hive continued to pepper fire at the larger vessel he began taking shots at the smaller one. All they had to do was clear a path, and then they could enter hyperspace. | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,057 | 1,299 | 25 | 1,513 | 1,883 | As Rennekel began to choke on nothing, Aminah's mind seemed to whisper... This was a dark Psyker power. This man was undoubtably a servant of the Chaos Gods. Her first instinct was to go for her Inferno Pistol, but the Inquisitor had already grabbed and held it in the holster, he then looked at her and shook his head to indicate for her to wait. The Kroot fell to its knee's due to the lack of air, but Billy, the Beastman, rushed to the Xeno's aid, bending down and putting his hand to the Kroot's throat. His eyes glowed white as his own Warp fingers slipped in and pulled the invisible hand of the force away, the Kroot got up and growled after Anakin, but at that point, Billy's Laspistol went to the underside of Rennekels throat, gently reminding him not to move without the Inquisitors say-so. The Inquisitor followed Anakin to the bridge, and watched as he turned to walk away.
No sooner had Anakin boarded his shuttle than the ship began to rock as it was hit by cannon-fire. The Voidshields raised around the ship, now taking the impacts, but the ship being already badly damaged meant that the ship was in even worse shape.
Admiral Morray, on the bridge slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. "All available batteries, open fire!!!" he roared. The Emperors holy cannons swiveled around to point at the Venator firing at them, the Port cannons along the hull began firing a broadside barrage. The AA-Lance cannons along the hull tried to target Anakins shuttle, but it was already out of range. A flight of Vendetta Gunships was already prepped and ready for launch. Viqtor and the Cult arrived on the bridge. Looking out at the ship that had just opened fire at them. Culling had the size advantage, but they were badly damaged... Fortunately for them, the Venator in question had been rushed out of drydock to add numbers to the blockade to stop the Jedi, after crippling damage from the Battle only a week beforehand.
-Kurn-
Kurn's Terminator Armour kept him steady as the ship rocked. "We're under attack." he said. "I apologize, but I have to get to the bridge." he said to the Andromeda's medics. He looked at Grumm. "Stay here and ensure their safety." he said. The Ogryn nodded.
"YES BOSS!!!" It yelled, saluting. Kurn ran into the hall and then along, towards the lifts. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,058 | 1,299 | 26 | 2,328 | 1,042 | “The Imperial ships are firing”
Valerie’s voice rang out across the bridge delivering the expected message. “Battlestations. How are our defences holding up?” Rhea asked. With such an exotic and new enemy, she had to determine quickly what sort of measures had to be taken to protect her ship. While by no means fragile, the Intent just wasn’t built to soak up fire the way an XMC could. Valeries hologram appeared next the captain looking more than a little put out. “They appear to be using high powered particle beams. They move too quickly for defensive missiles. The good news is that our ECM seems to have prevented them from locking onto us. I’ve not been hit ye-” The bridge shook as a bolt winged the ships hull. “Lucky shot.” Valerie said in a huff.
“Alright Valerie, prepare a full offensive salvo and target the nearest of their cruisers. Hold fire for my mark, I have a feeling our friends in the Hive are going to respond to the Imperials any minute now.” The two women, one genetically engineered perfection and one coherent light, watched on the viewscreen as the massive vessel below them turned to engage. It was more nimble than it appeared, and quickly brought its weapons to bare. The opening salvo was a thing of beauty, raking across the enemy ship with fire. “Target sustaining heavy damage. Should I finish them?” Valerie’s voice contained just a hint of vicious eagerness that belied her nature as a Warship. “At your leisure.” Rhea said casually. Thus far the battle seemed fairly meagre, though it had the potential to escalate rapidly. With a smile on her holographic face, Valerie simply said “Firing.”
Points of light in groups of four shot from the recesses in the Intent’s hull as the AP cannons fired, as well as a far less noticeable but no less deadly grouping of a dozen missiles fired in rapid succession from the four missile tubes in the Intent’s nose. The AP rounds struck first, only moments after the Hives salvo, stripping away what little armour remained on the Venators facing surfaces in brilliant flashes of matter/antimatter annihilation. Shortly after, the spread of offensive missiles struck, seeking out unprotected ruptures in the hull of the Venator before detonating. The hull bucked and tore apart, great quantities of material being thrown away as the forward section of the ship was gutted, leaving it little better than a burning hulk with engines.
“Target crippled.” came the smug announcement from Valerie. Before Rhea could give the order to finish them with another salvo though, Valerie made another announcement. “There is a small Imperial ship pulling alongside the Hive. Orders?” Rhea didn’t know in the slightest how the ‘hyperspace’ that the hive commander had mentioned worked, but if it was anything like slipstream, having an unwanted ship right on top of you was a bad thing. She had to destroy it, but she couldn’t afford to pull the ship out of position without jeopardising her capacity to hitch a ride with the Hive. “Launch remaining drones and engage it. We need to clear them away.” It wasn’t the only threat the ship faced though, as another lucky shot winged them and rocked the bridge. “Turn the ship and fire on the next nearest Imperial cruiser with AP canons.”
The Valourous Intent swung around on the spot, demonstrating the superb manoeuvrability inherent in its class and opened up on the next Venator, though the AP cannon bursts were deflected by the ships shield. A short distance away, the Intents drones were pelting the smaller imperial ship with low yield missiles, its hull showing signs of great strain, though it was giving as good as it got, with the wreckage of several drones floating nearby. Rhea could tell they were fighting a holding action at this point, and she would soon have to choose whether to go with the Hive or make a break for safe Slipstream distance. But then, this was exactly the kind of situation she lived for. She was after all, only Nietzschean. | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,059 | 1,299 | 27 | 832 | 3,741 | EDFS Andromeda
Bridge
Hijikata frowned as the Imperial Officer brusquely declared that the system they had come from did not exist and demanded to see the real data. He wasn't in the mood for games, and certainly not threats. "I assure you, that is our navigation data. Why would we do something so foolish as to try and smuggle war criminals into your system using navigational data for planets that don't exist?"
That question, never got answered, as weapons fire struck the ship, flashing through space outside the bridge as the deck shuddered beneath them all, those not seated struggling for balance in the aftermath. Red lights flashed up on consoles as alarms rang off, the bridge bursting into activity, Richards moving without having to be ordered back to the helm, and Hijikata resumed his seat in the Captain's chair above it all.
"What was that," he asked urgently, with an added. "Damage report?"
Flynn was the first to respond. "Sir, we're being fired on by the Imperial vessels."
Toma followed quickly on her heels. "Damage to starboard side, decks 12, 13, and 14. Hull breaches reported.
Hijikata growled, leaping straight to combat mode. "Seal off the breaches and dispatch repair teams, now." He turned to Simon Cabrera, their weapons officer. "Lieutenant, target the Imperial warship, prepare to fire shock cannons and prep missile tubes for launch." Cabrera nodded and began relaying instructions to the firing rooms for the bow and stern shock cannons, which rotated to target the Venator class they were in formation with. .
Hijikata then turned to the other issue, looking down from his perch at the Imperials on the bridge. "Gentlemen, I wish it had not come to this, but your ships have fired on us, and I have no choice but to declare us in a state of hostilities. Marines, please escort them to the brig immediately. Under the Geneva Convention I promise you will not be harmed."
There was a scoff from the Imperial officer, who stood tall as his stormtroopers leveled their rifles at the marines opposite them. "Surrender? To rebels, thieves, and liars? I don't think so. Surrender now, or you will be destroyed by the fleet that surrounds you."
Hijikata shook his head. "I can't do that. Marines, relieve them of their weapons."
The marines moved, and the stormtroopers reacted, opening fire. Most everyone there hit the deck as energy bursts leapt from their rifles, and the marines took cover to shoot back with pulsar rifles. With the firefight, security quickly responded, coming in behind the Imperials and taking them out, but not before the Office rmanaged to get a message off to his men down in the hangar, and sadly none of the three were taken alive. As medical teams handled the wounded, the bridge resumed normal operation, shaken, but not too damaged.
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Hangar
It had been nothing close to an anxious wait, Marines staring down stormtroopers across the hangar bay, with both sides not far from their weapons. The Imperials guarded the shuttle and waited for their commanders return, and the Marines did the same. It was a standoff, but both seemed fit to at least give each other military courtesy, even if the stormtroopers armor seemed a lot more useful than the body armor the marines wore, even if they must be suffering from the heat.
Colonel Stoffman, head of the marine contingent on board, looked from his men over to the Imperials, alert when faced with this new possible foe. That armor looked tough, and there was no knowing what kind of ammo they used in those guns of theirs. Add to that the dangers of having a shootout in a hangar bay where fighters were services, and it made a fight a very dangerous prospect. So hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
Abruptly and without warning, something hit the ship, the deck jarring beneath their feet as both sides were sent stumbling. Red lights flashed and the alarm sounded again, calling the crew to battle stations and directing repair teams. "Steady men," he said as both sides recovered and aimed weapons at each other across the empty space, only a few guesses as to what that might have been.
Then, lines of red light burned the air as the Imperials opened fire and the Marines reflexively fell back. "Take cover," Stoffman yelled, finding some himself behind a packing crate. About this time a message came down from the bridge. "Colonel Stoffman, the Imperials have opened fire on us. Consider them hostile. Seize their transport if able, and otherwise protect the ship."
In this moment he was so tempted to make a snarky response, but he refrained, instead focusing on the job at hand. The flight crews scurried out of the way as the marines returned fire, pulsar rifles barking as they fought back. A few stormtroopers fell, but they did a fighting retreat back into their shuttle, the ramp closing behind them. And though they shot at the thing, their guns didn't do much as it rose and smoothly left the hangar as it had arrived.
As damage control went about fixing everything, Stoffman turned to the radio. "Bridge, this is Stoffman. They got away, sorry. No major damage to report here."
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Bridge
Things had settled down, slightly, when Stoffman's message came back. "Oh well," Hijikata said thoughtfully. "It would have been nice to have, but we have bigger worries about now."
"Sir, enemy ship is launching fighter craft," Flynn reported dutifully.
"Right then. Helm, prepare to put on a heading out of the system, and prepare for Warp. Weapons, shoot down that shuttle if you can. Comm, contact the Icarus and Osprey, and warn them of what we're about to do. Then contact the Culling of Prospero and tell them that we plan to leave the area, but we want our XO back when we meet again."
Dmitri nodded before getting on the comm. "UNSC Icarus, Osprey, the Andromeda has been fired on by Imperial vessels, and is preparing to leave the system via warp. We have no hostile intentions towards either of you. I repeat, we are not firing upon you." Then another message. "Culling of Prospero, this is the Andromeda. We have been fired upon by Imperial vessels and are preparing to leave the system. We understand transport is risky at this time, and request that you show our crew all hospitality until our ships link up and they can be returned. Do you copy, over?"
Hijikata surveyed the scene, and nodded to Cabrera. "Shock cannons, fire."
"Yes sir, shock cannons firing," he replied, and hit the button which would communicate orders to the firing rooms, who would then hit the button. It seemed Earth was now at war with the Galactic Empire
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Outside the EDFS Andromeda
Mortini had waited patiently in his Cosmo Tiger, watched as more and more ships arrived, some similar to the triangle, some radically different. To be honest, he wasn't sure whether he should have an itchy trigger finger or not, since the situation was so strange. He wanted to test his skills against these unknown ships, but the consequences of doing so was dangerous in the extreme.
It seemed he would get his chance after all as bolts of blue energy erupted from the triangle shaped ships they were in formation with, headed straight for the Andromeda. "Incoming fire, evasive maneuvers," he called as he swerved his fighter, dodging the projectiles that swept through space. Still, they kept position waiting for orders, even as the Andromeda was hit.
The shuttle emerged from the hangar and booked it for their mothership as swarms of ships began to emerge from their own hangar bays, and the guns on the Andromeda reoriented behind them to target their new opponents. Then other order came across. "Alright boys, looks like we've got a war after all. Alpha Squadron, you're with me. We're gonna splash that transport. The rest of you, keep those fighters off the Andromeda until she's ready for Warp. Let's show them how we do it on Earth." With acknowledgements via comms, Alpha Squadron broke off to accompany him as they raced after the lumbering transport.
Fortunately, they seemed to have speed if anything, and soon caught up. They wasted no time then, opening fire with the dual cannons they had above the nose, stuttering through space and beating a double drum against the transports frame and rear. It was crippled, at that, giving the lead fighter the opportunity to fire two missiles, which sped through the vacuum of space before impacting against the rear of the transport, exploding and setting off the engine, the ship vanishing in a ball of fire
Target down, they turned to return home as fighters angrily buzzed their way. a smaller ship was approaching too, but the Cosmo Tigers could hold them off, that Mortini was sure of. And he watched with satisfaction as the four Shock Cannons the ship boasted fired, tachyon energy in powered triple beams. They slammed into the Venator, pounding and overwhelming their shields in the volley fire, biting and tearing into the ships superstructure at four different points. If they'd had the Wave Motion guns this fight would have been easy, but they fought regardless, as a spread of missiles followed on the heels of the cannons, to slam into the breaches made and worsen the damage, leaving the Venator crippled if not dead. and in the aftermath, the Andromeda turned and began to pull away, fighter escort still covering it, as they headed four outside the system.
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Aboard the Culling of Prospero
It was an...interesting walk for Roche and the medical crews off the Andromeda, to say the least. After all, one didn't usually expect to see a headless corpse being carried down a hall by a half human, half robot...thing. That certainly caught their attention as they passed by, if another one of the things mopping up the blood after it didn't. Yeah, not many headless corpses aboard Earth Defense Force vessels, or cyborgs for that matter.
Then there was the other one, the cyborg who appeared to be...praying? as it worked on a broken console? Well, that was weird as well. Seemed the weirdness was adding up, and Roche was getting some disturbing vibes from this ship. Not that he was trying to judge them or anything, but it was getting...uncomfortable, to say the least. Fortunately, they soon reached the medical bay where they could get to work. The work they had came here to do in the first place.
Or he would have, if he hadn't been interrupted by the....thing, which turned his gaze, and which his escort seemed to handle in such an offhanded manner. "I...see," he replied somewhat hesitantly, turning to the business at hand. He wasn't really sure he wanted or needed to see more for that matter.
Then the ship rocked beneath them, and the news that they were under attack. That was of some concern, to say the least, since if they were under attack here then who knew what was happening to to the Andromeda. "Of course," he replied with a nod. "If you could, what is the status of my ship as of now? As the ships executive officer, you can forgive me for being concerned."
He looked around at the medic teams, their equipment ready though they showed unease at their situation. "Well, get to work then,' he said, motioning them forward. "It's what we came to do after all." With his prompting, they moved to action, using their skills as they had them and adapting as needed to deal with cybernetics and alien biology. Tourniquets, bandages, painkillers, and other drugs, all would be used as Roche watched on, himself not really trained for what was happening. He just hoped his ship was okay. He didn't think he would appreciate having to hitch a ride home in this thing. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,060 | 1,299 | 28 | 1,900 | 885 | /+ NSEA Protector II .
"Hey, uh, guys. There's some red... thingies moving toward the green thingy," Guy said. He was pointing to his console while turned around. The display with the circle and the green dot had lit up like a christmas tree.
"What?" Tommy asked.
"Red thingies-" Guy started, before the entire bridge shook violently, interrupting him. "Oh no," he moaned.
The series of impacts threw Guy from his console, but the rest of the crew managed to stay seated.
"Tommy, get us out of here!" Jason shouted.
"Whoo!" Tommy shouted as he twisted the throttle control.
The ship lurched from underneath the wreckage of the Magicienne, climbing upward at a steep angle. One of the saucer shaped ships came into view.
"Guy, now!" Jason said.
Guy was busy crawling as far away from the consoles as he could.
"Guy!" Jason said, turning around to see what the problem was. Tommy juked away to avoid crashing into the Aurora, destroying the opportunity. "What are you doing‽"
"The consoles always explode on the show!" Guy said, now near the elevator. Frustrated, Jason got up from his command chair and started toward Guy's console.
"Oh, shit," Gwen said. Clearing the Aurora revealed three Venator-class star destroyers, each deploying fighters. The weapons console beeped again as another battery of turbolasers arced across from the Venators. Tommy put the ship into an evasive roll. As the ship spun, it presented a bigger target for the turbolasers, taking fire that was intended for the Aurora and Illustrious.
"Oh, brilliant! Great maneuver, Laredo!" Alexander said.
The bridge shook violently again, throwing Jason off his feet. Guy screamed. Jason dragged himself up by the edge of the console and slammed his hand down on all the red buttons. Streaks of blue and red shot out of the particle cannons, slamming into one of the Venator's shields but failing to disable them in merely one salvo. The pulse catupults fired, shooting two waves of energy that slid neatly between all three Venators, completely missing the targets. Resonance cannon batteries roared into life around the ship, utterly useless at this range - especially so without fighters or missiles to fire at. One Gannet Magnet fired, lasing ethereally into one of the Venators, overloading its sheilds and a few ancillary computer systems. Jason clambered back into his command chair. By now, the distance between the Venators and the Protector II was starting to close.
"Get us away from the ships! Away!" he shouted. The Protector II started to loop back the way it came.
Engineering suddenly popped up on the viewscreen. Fred stood in the foreground with a small cluster of Thermians frantically working a console. A perfect shot of the Beryllium sphere - the heart of the ship - took up the background.
"Hey guys," Fred said. A Thermian raced past in the background with a cardboard box, following another with a clipboard. "They're telling me the weapons... energy conduits have overheated. So don't fire pulse catapults or particle cannons for a couple minutes."
"Alexander, fire a... a... rocket," Jason said.
"You mean a quantum rocket?" Alexander asked.
"Yeah!"
"Oh, sure, I'll get right on it! Does it look like I have the slightest idea how to do that?"
"Well, just look for a red button!"
"You can't just press every red button you come across!"
Jason found a red button on his command chair. He pressed it. The lights suddenly cut out and started flashing red as a klaxon sounded. Panels in the wall flipped over, revealing signs that read "High Alert".
"Stop that!" Alexander said.
"I can't see shit!" Tommy shouted.
Another salvo hit. Mathesar had made his way over to Guy and was attempting to lift him of the floor. By the time Jason lifted the high alert, the Protector II had looped back around and was facing the Venators again. V-wings were closing the distance. Jason, desperate, scrambled back to Guy's weapons console. He slammed his hand down on the red buttons again.
A second salvo of weaponry lanced out at the Venators. At point-blank range, it was hard to miss. Some particle cannon fire impacted the shield-less ship, doing marginal damage. A gannet magnet disabled the hangar shielding on another Venator, exposing it to space. The resonance batteries, suddenly much closer to acceptable targets - ie, the fighters - tore a swath into them like flak into aircraft. The real star of the show, however, was a pulse catapult. The energy weapon managed to impact the shieldless ship, leaving a large borehole of re-arranged metal, twisted beams, and exposed wiring.
"Yeah!" Jason shouted, just before Guy's console exploded. Jason was flung against the command chair dias. Guy started screaming uncontrollably, and crawled into a console-less corner. | I've, um. Wanted to play this ship for a while.
~o~0~o~
\+Ship Name: NSEA Protector II
\+Ship Class: "Evolution" Heavy Cruiser
\+Ship Wiki Link
\+Ship Specs:
•Dimensions
-Length - 488m
-Beam - 402m
-Height - 82m
•Weaponry
-Resonance cannon battery (4x) - Fires clouds of gas and excites subatomic particles to produce a devasting (if short-ranged) shockwave.
-Gannet magnets (2x) - A focused penetrative electromagnetic burst designed to disable computers and overload electrical systems
-Pulse catapults (2x)- Chucks localized subspace energy pulses that misalign matter on detonation. Remarkably inaccurate, as they follow strictly ballistic trajectories.
-Quantum rockets - Rockets armed with quantum disentanglement warheads. Upon detonation, the target usually fails catastrophically in some manner around the detonation area. There is a chance, however, that no particles in the area are entangled, rendering the weapon a sub-par explosive.
-Blue particle cannons (8x, 6 fore, 2 aft ) - Gigawatt ultraviolet lasers accelerate a magnetic packet of energetic subnuclear particles to near lightspeed, giving this literal cannon quite a punch.
-Red particle cannons (8x 6 fore, 2 aft ) - In this less-used variant, infrared lasers accelerate energetic subnuclear particle packet. Aside from a differently-colored special effectbeam, the red particle cannons require much less power, at the cost of decreased damage due to destructive wavefront interference.
•Defenses
-Plasma Armor - A protective sheaf of plasma, magnetically restrained to local space near the ship. It tends to absorb the energy of projectiles by melting them, and if the chemical composition is correct, it can even absorb electromagnetic-based weaponry. Too many hits, however, can disrupt the delicate chemical composition or electrical balance, causing the armor to disperse (though it can be re-formed).
•Ship Gadgets
-Quantum flux drive - Unrefined Beryllium (in spherical form) is used as quantum resonance substrate (that is, fuel) to power the ship's FTL drive. This drive pushes the ship FTL in normal space to speeds of up to Mark 15.
-Turbo - Jumping into hyperspace (for under one minute, or else!) gets the ship up to Mark 20.
-Digital Conveyor - Teleporter. Dices you up into cubes, demolecularizes the cubes, and then remolecularizes them at the digital conveyor platform. Or vice-versa.
-Food Replicators - Replicate food. Can be programmed for pretty much anything.
-Translator Circuit - seeks out matching patterns in neural structure to determine meanings
-Computer - Incredibly neutral ship AI. Only accepts vocal commands from Gwen Demarco.
•Personal Gadgets
-Ion Nebulizer - Laser guns. Operates on the same principle as a particle cannon, only on a much smaller and less-devastating scale.
-Ion sheild - Personal shield. Far more effective at stopping energy than projectiles.
-Vox box - Essentially cell phones with virtually unlimited range. Still can be jammed, however.
-Appearance Generators - Holographic projectors that can be pre-programmed to reasonably approximate another individual's (even of a different species!) appearance. Creating new templates takes a great deal of time, and all of the ones on the Protector II are set to humans. The Thermians all use them to avoid their own upsettingly-octopoidal apperance.
•Surface Pods - Small shuttles with six seats and a very small cargo bay.
- Hyperpulse thruster system - a sublight propulsion system small enough to fit beneath the pilot's chair.
- Autopilot - what it says on the cover
\+Galaxy Quest in a nutshell:
In the movie Galaxy Quest, the Thermians (a horrifically-tentacled octopoidal race) have received Earth's TV program transmissions. Unfortunately, any form of deceit - including acting - is a completely foreign concept to the Thermians. So when their planet is in danger, they shanghai the crew featured in the 20-years-old "historical record" Galaxy Quest - a cult-hit science fiction series. Thus the hapless (and completely washed-up) actors, most of whom just want to be rid of the series, find themselves on a functioning replica of the NSEA Protector. Hilarity ensues.
\+Pre-Departure Scene:
"Our former Commander was not... strong," Mathesar said.
Jason really didn't like the sound of that. His delicious steak was slowly getting colder. It was still impressive to be here, in the real mess hall that actual aliens built to match the show that he'd starred in. He'd felt touched, especially during the tour earlier. Seeing the entire crew in the barracks salute him - it made Jason feel like he'd actually done something worthwhile. He just wanted to give that feeling back to people, and was very thankful for this opportunity to do so.
The mess hall was full, yet strangely quiet. Aside from his fellow crew's table, very little talking took place. It was probably an alien thing.
"Former... Commander?" Jason finally asked. He'd been avoiding that question in his own head, but he had to know what'd happened to the man previously occupying his position.
"I'm sorry," Mathesar said, "You deserve to be shown." Mathesar nodded to another Thermian crewman, who pushed a button. A section of the wall moved aside, revealing a large viewscreen. Shakily, with a lot of static and white noise, an image appeared. A Thermian, sans appearance generator, was strapped to a table. Blue blood was everywhere. "The tape was smuggled off of Sarris' ship. Originally, one of our own tried to lead."
On screen, the former Thermian commander was brutally tortured, letting out hair-raising screams. Reality crashed down around Jason. This had been harmless fun to him before, but now this was more serious. Now they had to stay. There were important factors to consider. HIs fellow actors' shocked faces said otherwise, however. More telling was when they suddenly got up and left the table, running out the mess hall into the passageway.
Jason was shocked for a moment, facing Mathesar, whose jaw was trembling despite his brave attempt to smile after the torture scene that just played out on widescreen. There was a bright flash of light — maybe the ship had just dropped out of the turbo boost? — and then Jason got up and ran after his crew. It wasn't right! Here they were, an opportunity of a lifetime, and they got up and left without stopping to consider their options.
"Wait a minute, guys, come on. Hold on a minute. You can't just leave; give me some time to think!" Jason said.
Alexander glared at Jason as he turned down the next passageway. "He wants to 'think'," Alexander said.
"No, Jason. That's a wrap; there's nothing to think about!" Tommy exclaimed.
Guy suddenly grabbed on to Jason's arm.
"I'm not even supposed to be here," Guy said. "I'm just Crewman #6. I'm expendable. I'm the guy in the episode who dies to prove that the situation is serious. I gotta get out of here! I gotta—"
"Commander!" Mathesar said, running up from seemingly nowhere. Well, Jason needed to talk to the alien anyway; it was clear that his crew was having none of this.
"We gotta prepare the pods for my crew's departure," Jason said, disgusted with the others' lack of sense.
"Begging your Commander's pardon, sir, but we cannot launch pods at the moment. Earth… and indeed the entire galaxy… seems to have disappeared."
"What‽" Tommy said.
"Your presence is required on the command deck," Mathesar said. "The assistance of Dr. Lazarus will be especially invaluable in determining the cause of this anomaly."
"Wonderful," Alexander said sarcastically.
\+Notable Crew:
Plays the Commander on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays Commander Taggart's alien advisor on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the token female bridge bunny on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the navigator and gunner on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the chief engineer on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Played a redshirt in one episode before getting killed off on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Leader of the Thermians, the aliens that shanghied the actors into this mess.
Thermian, has a thing for Fred. |
48,061 | 1,299 | 29 | 2,701 | 564 | The officer nodded before moving to the turbolift, and Noelle turned to address Alara. “Hopefully our phasers and torpedoes aren’t too dissimilar from yours,” she said. “If it’s not too much to ask, you would be a great help on tactical.”
“And Nephenee, see if you can’t maintain communications with the Aurora, discreetly. I don’t care if it’s Morse code or a secure subspace message, as long as it doesn’t compromise us and gets the job done.”
USS Illustrious - Bridge
”Thank you Captain Noelle” she said, looking briefly around the bridge to find the station she was talking about. With a choice of two picked one and hoped for the best. When no one made any comment assumed she had picked correctly, and went through some of the menu routines to try to ensure things worked the same. What she found was somewhat amazing – changing shield rotation, frequency, alternate methods of scanning, and other functionality her time did not possess. it was nothing short of remarkable.At this point her nervousness began to take hold, and did not want to disappoint.
“Nephenee, would linking through my communicator help?” She proffered it helpfully. “I’m sure our science officer can help.” Briefly, she glanced through something that shook her to the core, and her hands began to shake.
Their Stardate was over a century ahead of hers.
Stepping down from tactical, “Captain Noelle, if I may?” Briefly she sighed, “Having glanced at your tactical I can safely say that half of the things you can do are unknown to me. And I come from the year 2259, which would explain why things are so different.” Her suggestion was the cut short as weapons fire impacted the Magicienne throwing off some shrapnel which just missed the Illustrious.
“Captain there is another ship coming up from the underside of the Magicienne. Signature unknown,” it seemed that this was to be a trial by fire.
Tommy juked away to avoid crashing into the Aurora.
USS Aurora - Bridge
L’Pel eyes his scanners warily. “Captain we have another ship coming from the underside of the Magicienne, configuration unknown, weapons unknown.”
“Whoaa!” that was closed moaned Marcus, who banked the Aurora slightly, all noticed as another ship barely avoided a collision. “It seems the Imperial ships are firing on us and the Illustrious.”
“Damn it, can they not keep their weapons in their pockets!” His tones held obvious infuriation. “Katie can you please send a transmission to them to hold fire, as we still have wounded onboard.” He then turned to the helmsman. “Okay, let’s show them we can fire back. Arm weapons, and raise shields.”
At the science station, the lone member of the Confederacy of Surak commented briefly, breaking his stoic silence. “Captain, the unknown ship has opened fire at the Imperials, as has two others.”
Peter nodded, and looked in Lieutenant Weller’s direction.
“I know, I’m on it, sending a transmission to both ships.” Squinting briefly she played the incoming again. “Sir, the ship that just missed us has sent a message in Morse Code.”
“What id it say?”
“In essence, hello,” she shrugged. “There was a bit more to it, but that was the essence.”
“Reply, and ask if we can help. Lieutenant Frank, turn us around and point our weapons at the Imperial ships and open fire. Try for non-critical areas so as not to endanger too many of their crew.”
He smiled at this point. “’Bout damn time if you ask me. And you didn’t.”
“Yes it is.” The Captain replied. “Inform the Illustrious of our intention and advise her to set a course out of the system as fast as possible, we’ll be following shortly.”
Multiple phaser volleys impacted the Imperial vessels. As a result of previous fire by other vessels that shields were weakened and eventually overwhelmed. Ruptures appeared on the ship and firing from the oblique angle that they had made it difficult for them to return fire. Unfortunately some fire hit the engines, slowing the chance of pursuit.
OOC: We’ve sent a communication to: Sundered Echo, the Wraith Hive, and Queen Raidne. | Well this looks like an interesting concept. I'd like to submit the following
Ship Name: Normandy SR-2
Ship Class: Normandy Class
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Commander Mandy Shepard, First Officer Miranda Lawson, Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, Garrus Vakarian, Grunt of Urdnot, Jack, Kasumi Goto, Samara, EDI, Jacob, Legion, Mordin Solis, Thane
Pre-Departure Scene:
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As Shepard was looking out through the hull breach, Joker hobbled up next to her,
"Commander?" and the woman who killed Sovereign and just destroyed the Collectors turned to face him, "Joker. What's the Sitrep?"
Joker sat on the nearby crate, "You know the Illusive Man's going to betray us sooner or later."
"No. Really?" responded Mandy sarcastically, and turned back to the hull breach, "Jeff, I loathe Cerberus. Their methods, their operations, and their political ambitions." she turned to him, "Unfortunately they are the only ones who are willing to believe the Reapers exist."
Jeff furrowed his brow, "The Council could just be keeping you out of the loop, thinking you are..." Jeff rubbed the back of his neck trying to find the right words, "compromised?"
Mandy let out a snort of derision. "A Prothean beacon got beamed into my head, not a Reaper beacon."
"and you did die." said Joker, "Do you honestly know how Cerberus rebuilt you"
Mandy paused, and looked at Miranda at the far end of the launch bay sitting at a console, no doubt listening to her and Jeff's conversation. Thankfully, she was certain that Miranda was more loyal to her than the Illusive Man but one could never be certain. Despite being "perfect" the best thing Miranda thought she could do with her talents was Cerberus, only so much of that could be Orianna. Mandy let out a sigh, "Jeff, I don't know. Those are answers I want but the Reapers take priority. I'm just glad that I got you, Tali, and Garrus back." she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Miranda did have a start at that, and was walking away. That'll teach her to eavesdrop.
Jeff looked over his shoulder as Miranda entered the elevator, "Ah." and turned back to his boss, "So where to now?"
Shepard sighed, "Mnemosyne and Klendagon. If something out there at one point destroyed a Reaper, I want to know what it was?"
Jeff stood to attention, "Aye Aye. I'll make the jump coordinates. Estimated Time of Departure?"
Mandy began walking with him to the elevator, "Once repairs are complete. I'll be in my loft."
The ride in the elevator was short, "Commander, We'll win this."
Mandy looked at Jeff, and smiled "Come on Joker, it's not in doubt. We whipped Sovereign and the Collectors, by the end of this Harbinger may have to use capital weapons to take me down." and then the doors closed.
Mandy let out a sigh as the door closed, proceeding up to her loft. Getting out of the elevator she noticed her fish were dead... again. Maybe she could get Kelly to feed them, but that sort of defeated the purpose of them. Mandy had purchased the fish to get into a regular routine again. Being declared dead left her with a lot of uncertainty but with the Collectors, she had to push it away. Eventually when the Normandy was on Omega she was perusing a shop. While getting supplies for the SR-2 she looked through what else was available, passing up the Fornax and on an impulse she bought the fish and a model ship. She finished the Turian Cruiser before they reached Purgatory, it was fun. Enough so that she decided to get the rest of the set... which is when she discovered that the model ship kits discontinued and rare. It was a fluke she found the Turian Cruiser, it was going for 2000 credits on extranet auction sites. Being dead meant her extranet accounts were blocked (being dead triggers a lot of blocks on your accounts) so whenever she stopped at a store she checked their physical inventory for models. After months, she had found all but 7.
But that was a distraction from her real issue. She had been dead, not heartbeat dead, dead as in her surviving biomass could fit in a few plastic bags. Mandy closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything else, when the ship shook. Mandy reached up to her earpiece, "EDI what's going on"
"...Uncertain Commander. Joker's about to initiate battle stations." and in half a second the klaxons started going off. Mandy muttered a curse, grabbed her sidearm and headed to command. While the doors opened to the Command deck, a bright flash hit the Normandy.
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OOC: Hopefully this is acceptable. Didn't see a rule against having canon characters, and also when you get down to it... there really isn't a canon Shepard. |
48,062 | 1,299 | 30 | 2,117 | 9,071 | From the main viewport, Bradley managed to witness the huge cruisers belonging to the Empire move in closer to the Andromeda and its company. Soon after, the ships opened fire, lashing out with storms of lasers and deploying many smaller ships from their underbellies. A few of the small craft streaked by the Osprey, quickly pelting down the shields at their close range.
He wasted no time in sounding the alarm. "All hand to battle stations! I repeat, we are under heavy attack from the Imperial fleet! Strum, get on Engineering and bring me full power, stat! Sam, get the weapons up. I'm pulling us out until we can afford a jump." As Brad issued the commands, he followed on his own and opened up the throttles on the Osprey, breaking their makeshift formation to duck under and past the Icarus. All the while, the repeated fire from the fighters and destroyers quickly broke through their shields and began to tear apart the Osprey's vital frame.
"GAH! Sir, we've got fires in the teleporter-"
"Shielding can't keep with the enemy's assault,sir- NNGH-!"
"Warning! Hull integrity: 75%"
"I'm giving the engines all we have!"
Doing his best to press through the danger, Bradley cursed the situation from going bad to worse to outright hellish. He noticed, however, the crusiers themselves were not giving direct pursuit, instead opting to let the fighters be their first wave of offense. Though it meant they were well armed, it also implied their propulsion was somewhat lacking... "Change of plans. Sam, get the missiles powered up. We're giving one of these bastards a hard time if we can help it," the pilot said, pulling evasive maneuvers as best as he could under the circumstances. Shields managed to pulse back to life, only to get shredded again by the agile fighters.
"I need twelve more seconds."
Brad pulled up one of the destroyers on a monitor, setting a course designation. He felt his knuckles tightening on the helm controls as he braved the Osprey through the hail of laser fire. The pilot set the weapons locks on what looked to be the starship's command center, if their structure would be at all similar to the Osprey-class.
"Three seconds. Two-"
"Fire at will!" Bradley heard himself yell, over the computer's declaration of 'Hull integrity: 62%' and 'FTL charge: 46%' | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,063 | 1,299 | 31 | 1,513 | 1,883 | As the fighting continued, the Venators shields began to fail, as such, it started to back away, unfortunately, that's when they launched the boarding parties. LAAT's flying through the void shields and blasting their way into one of the hangars. The wrong hangar... The clones took no notice of the large Wraithlord, standing motionless. The doors opened and several Guardsmen burst in to repel the boarders. Lasgun rounds and blaster bolts flew between the two sides of the hangar. The Wraithlord began to stir as it watched the loyal sons of the Emperor beginning to fall against the heretics. "Heresy..." it said. "HERESY!!!" It roared as it struggled against its bonds, but unheard over the sounds of gunfire.
"Fall back!" yelled the Sergeant as they began to file out of the door, continuing to fire. "Use the corridor as a choke point." he said. The Clones began to overrun the hangar, too busy focusing on Guardsmen to notice the Wraithlord. Finally, his bonds broke, an arm broke free, which quickly broke his other arm free, before his legs. The clones noticed this and began firing, but their DC-15a's doing little to the Wraithbone armour. His boot went in, kicking one of the clones against the hangar wall. He then grabbed the wing of one of the LAAT's and threw it towards a squad of clones, it exploded and he grabbed a wing as it flew at him, he then began using it as a mace, smashing it against the swarming clones, he then hunched over and went onto one knee as a missile hit him in the back, he looked around to see the clones unloading their heavier ordnance. He took aim with his shoulder mounted Brightlance and blasted the remaining LAAT's, before turning back to the rest of the clones with his wrist mounted flamers.
Outside, the Guardsmen waited for the Clones to break through... But it didn't happen... A door opened at the end of the hallway, and Kurn rushed through with a squad of Wolf Guard. "Report" he ordered to the sergeant.
"Sir, we have boarders, we fell back to this more defensible position. the moment they break through, it'll be a shooting gallery." he said.
"Good work, Sergeant. But me and my men will take it from here." he said, pushing through the makeshift barricade and walked towards the pressurized doors, taking up positions, Kurn put in the code to release the door, before they stormed in, weapons raised and ready to fire, when they saw him, the whole hangar consumed by fire, with the Wraithlord stood in the middle, drenched in the blood of a dead Clone that he has squeezed to death in his hand. It looked at the Space Marines.
"Brother!!!" it roared as the ship rocked. "I have tasted battle once again, and I am not satisfied!!! I am going to fight!!!"
"You... Are not going to kill yourself?" he asked.
"No... I will die as a servant of the Emperor, surrounded by dying heretics and daemons, rather than dying alone, in doubt." it said. The Extinguishing system activated and water was sprayed across the hangar to douse the flames. The Wraithlord knelt down. "Please... Brother... Accept me again as one of the Angels of Fenris." Kurn approached and placed the top of his staff on the head of his Brother.
"It would be my honour, Brother." he said. "I will see Lemanicus makes you a weapon worthy for the brother of the Great Wolf of the Angels of Fenris."
"They will not pass me. I will keep this bay safe." He walked over to the Voidshields keeping the air in the bay and looked out, his Brightlance fired out, shooting down an ARC-170 that was skimming along their surface.
"Then I will leave them to you." Kurn said up. He then walked out into the hallway again and looked at the guardsmen. "Stay with Worf, you will be under his direct command until the fighting concludes." The guardsmen looked at each other, whispering their confusion. Kurn then walked back, through their midst.
"And if he orders us to kill him?" asked the Sergeant.
"He will not." replied Kurn. "The Mark has him now."
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Kurn walked onto the bridge and the Admiral turned to face him. "Sir, more ships are closing in on us. Our engines are still online... I suggest pulling back whilst we can." he said.
"Alright." he looked at the immediate starchart that the Cartographers had managed to pull together. "Pull back to their." he said, pointing to a small planet on the edge of the system. Tell Andromeda to follow us." he said. "Open a jump point." he said. The Vox officer pulled off his head set.
"We're being jammed." he said.
"Very well..." He walked over to the Intercomm and pressed it. "Medical Bay..." he said. "Let me talk to one of the Andromeda crew. Tell him its urgent." As soon as one of the Medics came on the vox channel, Kurn began to talk again. "We are pulling out of the area, our intership communications are being blocked, so we cannot inform your crew, and we cannot use our Teleportarium whilst the Void-shields are operational. As such, we will need at least one of your crew to return to your ship to deliver the message and coordinates of our jump personally. "Your ship is not an assault craft and is not likely to survive the trip, but one of our Thunderhawks could easily. I would ask you make your decision quickly, we have 5 warships on an intercept course that will be in range in 8 minutes and 29 seconds." | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,064 | 1,299 | 32 | 832 | 3,741 | Bridge
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Caber didn’t have time for this. The imperial officer had ludicrously suggested all his navigation data was incorrect. “According to your records, these systems don’t exist” he jabbed a finger at the screen “yet according to my records this system” caber motioned out the front view screen at the illuminated planet bellow “should not exist, but it does. Now, I’m not sure wh-“ he was cut short as the ship violently shock from some sort of impact. He immediately returned to his command chair and opened his console. “Report, what hit us?”
“Imperial ships are firing on us sir” lieutenant Garza was frantic as he reported hostilities “No haul breaches but we have fires on decks 2 and 7, dispatching crews to deal with them” Caber hesitated a second before issuing orders “Bring ship to full combat status, all hands brace for maneuvering. Major Raza, arrest those men” he pointed at the imperial officer and his escort.
The major turned to face the imperial group “Now please co-“ she didn’t get to finish her sentence as the white armored troopers started to raise their short barreled weapons. The two Spartans flanking the major leaped into action with blinding speed, their armors edges seeming to blur in and out of focus. The one on the left stepping in front of the major he ripped the weapon from the man’s hands before lashing out at the white armored trooper’s leg, snapping it cleanly above the knee, kicking his other leg out from under him the trooper fell to the deck with a muted scream. The Spartan forced him lower to the deck with a boot on his back while pointing the troopers own weapon at the back of his head and drawing his pistol, bringing it up to aim directly between the imperial officers eyes. The rightmost Spartan simply stepped forward and punched the remaining trooper in the throat. Gasping for breath the man’s weapon clattered as he dropped it to the deck and slowly suffocated, soon joining his rifle. The entire encounter took less than 2 seconds. MP’s rushed onto the bridge to secure the two imperials. The bridge crew paused slightly at the violence but quickly resumed their duties. Caber brought up the comm to the hanger bay security team “Arrest the foreign troops, lethal force is authorized if they do not comply” switching off the comm he turned his attention back toward the bridge.
“Enemy ships are launching strike craft and pursuing sir, The Andromeda is moving to leave the system” Officer Garza tapped on his console and a hologram of the surrounding area appeared before the bridge crew, the Andromeda and quickly approaching enemy fighters were highlighted.
“Wendak, evasive maneuvers. Remove the safeties on one of our nukes. Calculate a firing solution on venerator class ship bearing three nine four” This ship in question was firing on both the Icarus and the Andromeda, and more importantly was blocking the Icarus’s best escape route. “Navigation, Bring engines to 300% power course adjustment bearing two eight four declination one one zero”
“Aye Captain bearing two eight four declination one one zero” Kim repeated his orders back to him and the view out the main monitor shifted slightly.
“Caden” The A.I. appeared next to his counterpart in the holotank “initiate Cyberwarefare, jam there targeting, overload generators, anything. Just keep them off our backs” The A.I. silently nodded and blinked away to bring the powerful offensive comm systems online and attempt to disrupt the imperials.
The fighters chasing the Icarus caught up and started peppering there engines with some kind of high powered particle beams that mostly did little damage, spinning up the Icarus’s point defense cannons Wendak decimated any fighter willing to come close enough for a shot, the heavy slugs tearing through the flimsy shields and hulls.
“Firing solution ready, on your orders captain” it had taken Wendak less than am second to calculate the trajectory, given that the distance to target was so low. Another volley struck the Icarus.
“Hull breaches on decks 4,5, and 11 sir” Garza reported before sealing of the decks, preventing decompression of the rest of the ship.
Caber gripped the arms of his command chair “Wendak, Fire. Navigation, follow the Andromeda and prepare for pinpoint slip space jump.” Bridge officers and Wendak responded “Aye sir”. The ship turned slightly, aiming the large barrel of the MAC cannon at a Venerator some 15 kilometers distant. The ship shook as the cannon was fired, a blinding streak flashed between the two warships, tearing through the upper shields of the venerator, punching through every single deck and the main reactor before destroying the lower shields of the vessel and continuing out into space. Fire and debris spewed from the large entrance and exit wound the high velocity tungsten round had created before the main reactor detonated in a blinding flash, vaporizing the ship and causing the shields of two nearby venerators of flare up and overload. Caber smiled at the efficiency of the round Not quite as tough as covenant ships then, good.
Weapons officer Scott reported there weapon readiness “MAC charge holding steady at 64.8% sir, trickle charging at 5 percent a minute. Should I acquire target locks on the damaged vessels?”
“Do so, officer Scott but do not fire until I give the command” Caber was worried about their ordinance supplies, while they had over 4000 archer missiles the nearest UNSC armory was very, very far away. “Wendak, Navigation, lets follow the Andromeda out of here and see if we avoid further damage”. Wendak, having been built specifically to pilot and fight Autumn-class cruisers, handled the Icarus like a sport Yacht and swung the beefy ship around to match the outbound vector of the Andromeda, bringing the engines to full power and charging the slipspace drive.
Aft hanger
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The hanger was empty except for the 2 squads Storm Troopers, a 60 person security team made of UNSC marines set up behind hastily constructed barricades, and 4 mantis walkers. ODST snipers had concealed themselves in the upper rafters of the bay and identified the squad leaders of the Trooper forces. Both sides eyed each other wearily, the storm troopers guarding the shuttle with the marines guarding the troopers. Both sides moved into firing positions as the ship rocked from being struck by weapons fire.
The radio buzzed inside the Platoon leader’s helmet “Arrest the foreign troops, lethal force is authorized if they do not comply”, The platoon leader barked at this troops and rifles hit the tops of barricades as 60 men leveled weapons at targets across the bay. Mantis walkers settled into combat crouches weapon pods sliding open to reveal dual chain guns, missile launchers and gauss cannons humming gently as there systems warmed up. The Platoon leader poked his head above the barricade.
“Surrender, we have your leader, hostilities do not need to escalate” the only response was a flash of red light that struck the barricade in front of him. Both sides opened fire, a few marines were struck by flashes of red light and went down either screaming or dead. The storm troopers, devoid of cover, were cut down. Mantis walkers advanced quickly, the heavy slugs of their chain guns cutting through the stark white armor like a knife through butter. The few remaining troopers retreated back into the shuttle and it began to hum. The platoon leader made a few quick hand gestures and a single mantis launched a rocket directly at the shuttle cockpit, reducing it a smoldering crater. Troopers rushed the ramp of the craft, dispatching the last few troopers and taking the co-pilot prisoner. Double clicking his radio, the platoon leader reported to major Raza that the hanger was secured. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,065 | 1,299 | 33 | 2,328 | 1,042 | As the two Hermes missiles launched in vain pursuit of the destroyer's cockpit, the pilot attempted a twisting turn away from a collision course with the enemy ship. Of the many lasers screaming towards the Osprey, however, a few managed to blast at the main engines, significantly cutting down his maneuverability. Brad braced himself for the shunting impact of the Osprey's underside versus the destroyer's side.
The Captain of the Star Destroyer, however, noticed the inevitable collision, and with a hanger at the front of his vessel he could not risk the collision. "Fire deceleration thrusters!" He didn't even get strange looks from his completely obedient crew as they complied with his order, and with the thrusters all firing to below the vessel, it moved upwards. However, the ship shook slightly as there was the brieftest of contact between his vessel and the hostile target.
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If there was anything Brad was fortunate the enemy was doing, it was that they were pulling up and way from the Osprey's impact course. Rather than a huge scar along the ships, the Osprey instead got a crushed front thruster, bouncing off into a slow, but uncontrollable spin.
"Dammit... Sturm, report engine capability. Sam, warm up another round of miss-"
Another explosion of lasers from the rear of the Osprey blasted the back of the command center, shattering the rear thrusters and bringing the cruiser's capability yet lower. Engines were at minimal power, sensors were down, one of the Mantis died burning in the teleporter, there was at least four different breaches in the hull, shields were damaged and even more unable to keep up with the barrage of laser fire.
"Gah... All crew, report."
"...Zhan here. Shields are no good against their laser tech."
"I'M GONNA HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PLATE FOR WHAT YOU DID TO THRIK-"
"Bow weapons are down, working on keeping missiles up- AUGH!"
That was it. This was it. Not even a chance at the Rebel Flagship, just doomed to be killed at the hands of this Galactic Empire. This was more than hell, if Brad could imagine it. But he already communicated he wasn't going down without a fight, and he hoped he could keep it that way.
"Gentlemen, ladies... aliens... It has been an honor to be able to work with you all. If we can't win, we're going to die trying. Maybe -nngh- someone else will achieve what we couldn't..." Bradley looked forlornly at the next Venator, the computer's message of 'Hull integrity: 27%' filling a corner of the screen among many other warnings. With a final spark of fire in his eyes, he gunned the engines for all they were worth and sped towards that ship. "Open fire! We'll take them down with us!"
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The Osprey lurched forward a final time, the remainder of its propulsion bringing it to the next Venator as fast as it could, while another silo of missiles was launched at the enemy craft. Again, the energy shields proved ineffective at projectile weaponry as the shots rocked through.
That was when the Imperial Captain realized what this vessel was doing. "Turn us around! Get us out of here!" The megalith began to turn, ARC-170s and V-Wings racing towards the ship in an attempt to stop it, firing on it again and again. There was no telling if anyone was still alive on it, but she burned as she vented out into space, while the Venator had turned to face to the left of the incoming ship it began to move, lining up with its starboard hanger...
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"Hull integrity: 22%"
The engines died, leaving the Osprey to drift at its remaining speed towards the Venator-class starship. Somehow, Bradley thought it wouldn't be enough. Without thinking, and with no further use for the helm, he dashed out across the ship.
"Hull integrity: 15% Warning! Critical damage!"
Sturm and Michiel's body were both in pieces within the Engineering Bay. His heart gripped at his chest, as if it intended to tear itself out and console the cadavers. Brad pressed on, heading for the inner workings of the ship.
"Hull integrity: 11%" Warning! Warning!
The scaffolding shook and sparked around Bradley as he worked his way to the reactor; the Osprey's command center must have been blasted apart. There was only one way this could end- with a final bang.
"Hull inte-e-ty: 8%" Evacuate immediately!
There. The reactor... and the manual console for it. The precautions of several additional layers of plating around it ensured there was to be few times where a crewman would need to see this in flight. In a fitting twist of fate, however, a maunal detonation of the reactor was such a time.
"-ull int-...y: 3%..."
A few more swift, desperate keystrokes would release all the safeguards on the reactor, and from there, one errant twitch was all it would take to unleash the megaton blast.
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The Osprey's impact into the hangar would be met a second later with a shattering explosion. Debris turned into high-velocity projectiles as the shattering frame of the smaller starship was turned into the equivalent of a massive grenade. Though nobody could've survived aboard the Osprey, the Venator had just as much a chance as the rector detonation sent out shockwaves of destructive energy, tearing apart the Star Destroyer from within.
The debris flew out in waves, smaller pieces being flung at high speed into space (or into the starfighters) while larger chunks drifted out in different directions, some towards the opposing gathering of ships. | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,066 | 1,299 | 34 | 1,513 | 1,883 | Grumm followed Roche down to the Hangar, he had his orders to protect these people, and whilst the rest of them were left in the capable hands of the Wolf Priests. As they reached the hangar, they were greeted by a smiling, female pilot. "Turns out that our Thunderhawks are too big to fit in your hangar, so it's going to be me and The Lady Rose over there to bus you back." she said, pointing to a Valkyrie Gunship with a decal of a Sister Repentia wearing only roses to cover herself, decapitating a Genestealer with her Eviscerator. "The Valkyries are only airtight in the cockpit." she said. "So you'll need to take the co-pilot seat." she said. As she walked back to the ship, the laspistol on her belt was rather accented. Grumm pulled on a mask and proceeded to climb in the back with the rest of the gunnery crew. Ogryn skin was hard enough to survive the preassure of a vacuum. It was most of the reason that they were accepted into the Militarum. He walked over to a side door and attached his belt to the sturdy floor and he grabbed the triggers for the Heavy Bolter. The Valkyrie flew out of the hangar and bee-lined through the fighters. Its multilasers blasted one of the ARC-170's, flying around towards the hangar of Andromeda. "Andromeda, this is The Lady Rose from The Culling of Prospero, we have your medic aboard and request landing permission." said the Pilot into her Vox Caster, with any luck, the proximity would be able to cut through the jamming. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,067 | 1,299 | 35 | 463 | 546 | “Hmm?”
Nephenee Harper looked up from the display of her console as commander Alara spoke to her. The security of the communication was a little dated compared to current Federation standards, but for their current fast moving and critical situation, it was perfectly fine.”
“That would be a good idea,” she agreed. “We shouldn’t need to do much to get a compatible link.”
She was about to proffer another suggestion, but she immediately noticed that Alara was a bit shaken.
“Commander?”
It seemed she had realized that their time was more than a century apart.
“That is… Not exactly the case,” said the acting captain, speaking carefully. “I think Nephenee can better explain our situation.”
The science officer nodded, brushing aside her hair as she looked up again.
“We haven’t gotten a 100% grasp of the situation, but we ran a quantum scan on several of the ships in the area during our sensor sweep, including the Aurora. There is reason to believe we are not just from different time periods, but of separate quantum realities, as is this current universe. Our records of the USS Aurora differ vastly from the ship we see now, which seems to confirm this theory. There’s still a concern for the Prime Directive, but this is not exactly a black and white situation…”
Nephenee’s explanation was cut short by the sounds of weapons fire, followed by Alara’s indication of another vessel approaching.
“Evasive maneuvers,” commanded Noelle. At the same time, she received a communication from Lee in the engineering department. Shields were up.
“Shields up, get us out of here at full impulse,” she continued. “I want us out of this system before those ships can get into a proper firing position.”
She turned back to Alara.
“I know this may be a bit much at the moment, but we actually have no dedicated tactical officer. He was due to come aboard tomorrow… A day too late. The console interface we have may be different, but the essential functions should be the same in principle... I suppose we’ll have more time to discuss our situation after getting out of here.” | Kinda rushed through writing the pre-departure scene. But everything is done now.
Ship Name: USS Illustrious (NCC-2558)
Ship Class: Excelsior Class, refit similarly to the Lakota
Excelsior Class
Refit 2380, one week out of stardock
Dimensions:
Length: 467m
Width: 180m
Height: 78m
Armament and primary system specifications:
12 Dual Emitter Phaser Banks
4 forward Photon/Quantum torpedo launchers
2 aft torpedo launchers
Transphasic Deflector Shield
Upgraded Warp Drive capable of warp factor 9.7
Impulse Drive
Transporters
Tractor Beam
Shuttle Complement consisting of:
6 type 11 shuttlecraft
1 Delta-type shuttlecraft
Crew complement: 750 crewmembers + 220 USS Magicienne Survivors
+Name: Noelle Tatham Poole
+Job: Acting captain, commander
+Description: Enthusiastic, smart and proactive, Tate was the up-and-coming officer recently assigned to the USS Illustrious as first officer under the late senior captain Pearson. Slim framed and in her mid-twenties, Noelle looks somewhat out of place as commander, and especially so as captain. Indeed, although she is well read and has good “street smarts,” the acting captain is fairly inexperienced for a person of her position. Nonetheless, she is quite the capable officer. Equipped with a disarming smile, a keen judicial compass, and natural-born leadership skills, she has the eyes and ears of her crew despite some of her odd social quirks and hobbies.
+Name: Lee Amagasaki
+Job: Lt. Commander, chief engineering officer
+Description: Lee is an older man in his mid to late thirties. He is well built but of average height. Unlike his captain, he has a more reserved, cautious personality, often erring on the side of safety, especially when it comes to the safety of his ship. He is prone to voicing a lot of his thoughts aloud, which occasionally becomes tiresome but can be helpful to an extent. Quite experienced, he has served on a number of missions and expeditions, including surviving the destruction of his ship in the Dominion War. As the second highest ranking officer aboard, he is now the de facto first officer.
+Name: Yuri Khamitov
+Job: Lieutenant, medical officer
+Description: Smart but arrogant and often condescending, Khamitov graduated Starfleet academy in the same class as Noelle. Close friends since the academy, he has saved her neck more than a couple times. He is somewhat bitter that his Starfleet counterpart was promoted much further up the chain than he was, and often makes jabs at her for this reason. Yuri doesn’t really go out often and he is rather scrawny. He’s a bit of a smartass and generally unpleasant like the EMH Mk I, but his crewmates know he is nice at heart. Kind of. Unfortunately (or not?) Yuri is the best medical officer the Illustrious has.
+Name: Nephenee Harper
+Job: Lieutenant junior grade; communications, operations, and science officer
+Description: Intelligent and well informed, Nephenee is the youngest and most junior member of the Illustrious bridge crew. Thrust into a set of new responsibilities after the death of their science officer, Nephenee shares the role of three positions. A person with a keen interest in history and science, Harper is more than helpful in giving any advice she can. She has a bit of a bookish, diplomatic personality.
“Captain Pearson, we’ve detected a large energy distortion bearing 051. It is very likely at our current heading we will intercept this anomaly. The USS Magicienne is also en route to investigate.”
The atmosphere on the bridge of the USS Illustrious was very relaxed. They had just come out of space dock fresh on a new mission with a new crew and recently refit vessel.
“Very well,” said the captain. “All stop. Since we’re here first, let’s prepare a probe and continue on our former heading, lieutenant.”
“Yes sir, all stop,” replied the lieutenant manning the helm. Moving his hand across the LCARS interface, he maneuvered the starship into stopped position a little way from the detected distortion.
“Launch a class-1 probe,“ started captain Pearson, addressing his first officer, commander Poole. “Contact Starfleet, perhaps they can send out a science vess-“
“Captain! The USS Magicienne just dropped out of warp,” interrupted the science officer. “Wait, they’re too close, they’re being pulled in by the gravity of the distortion!”
The atmosphere in the room tensed immediately. Raising an eyebrow, Pearson looked ahead of him.
“Onscreen, lieutenant.”
The gray-haired audibly cursed as he saw the Sovereign Class vessel tumbling towards the massive white rift laid out before them.
“Captain, I recommend closing to tractor beam range and tractor them out,” said the science officer.
Pearson bit his lip. “..Alright, helmsman, get on it. One third impulse and close to tractor beam range. Harper, the tractor beam on my mark.”
“One third impulse-“ began the helmsman. But before he could finish his sentence, the USS Illustrious was rocked by a massive jolt as it too was caught by the energy distortion and began to tumble toward it… |
48,068 | 1,299 | 36 | 832 | 3,741 | Aboard the Culling of Prospero
Arriving down in the cavernous hangar bay, Roche was met by a female pilot, who announced that she would be taking them back because apparently the ship they had wanted was too big to fit in the Andromeda's hangar. His gaze followed to the hulking gunship, a bit put off by the decals. "I see. I had noticed that everything on your vessel is relatively large compared to what the Earth Defense Forces use." he commented as he followed over to the Lady Rose. Getting into the offered copilot seat, he was surprised and somewhat impressed as the Ogryn got in the back, where there seemed to be no seal from space. If they could survive hard vacuum like that, then they were incredible indeed.
There was no more time to dwell on that though, as he hung on and the Gunship beelined for the nearby Andromeda. He was worried to see it engulfed in combat, but proud at the same time for he could see them shooting back with the shock cannons, and knew they were giving as good as they got. He just had to hope they got the message.
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Bridge
"20 megameters until we can warp," Brandon called, riding out the bumps and shocks from another impact. Those energy weapons were packing a punch, and damage control was spreading itself out to deal with it. They were lucky no critical systems had been disabled yet.Light flashed as reports came in and the weapons fired, a blue wash from the forward guns that made it back through the screen to the grey steel that comprised the bridge.
As if the coordinated chaos of a ship at war wasn't enough, something caught Flynn's attention on the radar, and her eyes widened in surprise before she whipped about to face Hijikata. "Sir, we have incoming debris."
Hijikata looked down to Brandon. "Helm, evasive maneuvers."
Brandon nodded and hit the wheel and throttle, the Andromeda turning to avoid the oncoming blows, only suffering a few glancing hit from Venator wreckage. Chunks of metal, fighters, superstructure floated past the bridge window as the fighters outside moved to compensate for the interruption. "What was that," Hijikata asked, his gaze unflinching.
Flynn hit the time radar and followed the logs back. "That was..that was the Osprey, sir," she reported, voice taking on a subtle quiver. "They suicided into the hangar bay of one of the ships and destroyed it, and themselves.'
Hiojikata frowned. "I see."
Over, Dmitri was still listening to the comm, when he managed to pick something out. Fiddling with the controls boosted the signal and allowed him to make out the message through the static, and he looked over to the Admiral. "Sir, we're being contacted by a fighter from the Culling of Prospero. They want permission to land."
Hijikata nodded sharply, almost without thought. "Granted."
Dmitri turned about and relayed the message. The ship powered forward through the hail of fire, the fighters withdrawing in time as they were able, until they were clear and in the hangar bay as well, the ship breaking contact to warp out.
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Hangar
The Lady Rose was escorted to the hangar bay by two Cosmo Tigers, who moved out of the way once they had landed. The Gunship itself was met by a squad of green clad marines, nervously eying the Ogryn while holding to their pulsar rifles, ready for trouble Before anything could occur though, Roche exited the Gunship and strode up to the commander, earning a salute and doing th same in turn before he moved to business. "Tell the Admiral I have coordinates for our Warp,' he said, passing across the message from Kurn.
That was quickly relayed to the bridge, and all too soon a ship wide broadcast came as the hangar buzzed around them, fighters, in varying states of damage, landed and were moved out of the way. "All hands, prepare for Warp."
Roche walked back over to the Lady Rose and spoke to the pilot, Grumm, and the others, saying "You may want to stay seated for this. Warp can be a very...disorienting experience." | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,069 | 1,299 | 37 | 2,117 | 9,071 | She turned back to Alara. “I know this may be a bit much at the moment, but we actually have no dedicated tactical officer. He was due to come aboard tomorrow… A day too late. The console interface we have may be different, but the essential functions should be the same in principle... I suppose we’ll have more time to discuss our situation after getting out of here.”
USS Illustrious - Bridge
Alara nodded, “Absolutely Captain. I’ll what I need to, to keep your ship safe. And so will the Aurora.” As it was her feet were killing her, and she was glad to be sit down at her console and got to work, and hoped this situation would not intensify anymore than it already had. All they could do was sit, and wait.
USS Aurora – Bridge
The Captain was waiting for the Illustrious to set course, they’d just relayed some coordinates to some other ships for a rendezvous point just outside the system and hoped they could all meet there. After the cataclysmic mess of one ship exploding, and taking some others with it, he doubted that remaining near to the planet would have been a good thing. So they set course at full impulse and caught up to the damaged sister ship as best as possible. He only hoped things could not get any worse, or of reinforcements arriving too soon as the lst thing they needed right now were more hostiles.
He looked at the helm, “How long until we reach our destination?”
“A few minutes” came the reply.
“Good, keep it up and take whatever sensor readings you can, and ask the Illustrious to do the same. Maybe by working together one of us may pick up something the other may miss.” He paused for a second. “Actually, see if the Illustrious can make a short jaunt to warp – may make us harder to track. Until we know what kind of superluminal travel they’re using.”
"So do you want to jump to warp now?" Asked the helmsman.
"No, wait for the Illustrious to signal they can, and then follow."
"Yes, sir." | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,070 | 1,299 | 38 | 2,328 | 1,042 | Rhea stepped from the open front of the bridge to stand next to her helmsman at the helm station as she watched the viewscreen showing them moving forward. She had no idea what this ‘hyperspace’ would be like, especially since the Intent wouldn’t have any of the safeguards that may or may not’ve been required. Thus, she was preemptively holding on to the helm console to avoid getting thrown ignominiously across the bridge. A glance at Valerie was all the android needed to know to give a shipwide announcement - if the captain was bracing for acceleration, everyone else should be too. “All crew brace for acceleration” her calm voice stated in every section of the small vessel.
As the pair of ships pulled clear of the chaos of battle, a great green rent opened up in space in front of the Hive, and for a moment they just hung there. Rhea likened it to a different coloured flatter looking slipstream portal. But the moment quickly passed as the ship half flew and half was sucked into the portal. The sudden acceleration made her grateful to be holding onto the console, as it was a moment before Valerie compensated the AG fields. Despite that, once they were traveling in ‘hyperspace’ it was a remarkably smooth ride, especially compared to slipstream. For one, they seemed to be going directly to their destination and the ship wasn’t shaking from gravitational turbulence. She didn’t have long to observe the phenomena though as it soon came to an end and they reappeared in normal space, accompanied by deceleration similar to the acceleration before.
The moment Rhea could see they were in normal space, she was ordering them to undock. They had already reeled in the bucky capable and begin the manoeuvre to push away from the Hive when the communication came through requesting it. Once the vessel had completed the elegant AG field assisted manoeuvre Rhea spoke again. “Damage report?” The response came in the unusual chittering yet musical voice of Rhea’s Than lieutenant, Mirrors of Starlight. “Slipstream drive is still inoperable, engineering reports it should be online in two hours. Hull damage is already being repaired. Missile supplies are plentiful, but we’ve lost over fifty percent of our drones.” Rhea was concerned about that, drone cover was important to the ship and having a high attrition rate on them would make resupplying slower. “Very good Mirrors. Tell Engineering they have an hour. Valerie, I need you to keep an eye out for any unusual energy signatures, anything that might resemble another ship exiting whatever kind of FTL they use. We could use more allies. In particular, keep an eye out for the Aurora and the Icarus if you can.” “I’ll do my best, but I won’t guarantee anything.” Hologram Valerie answered. | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,071 | 1,299 | 39 | 1,900 | 885 | One new transmission, the computer said.
"Jason!" Gwen said. The bridge was filling with smoke, making it harder to see. But Gwen had heard a thump from somewhere behind her. Guy's console was a burnt mess, full of exposed wires. They weren't going to be firing weapons soon. Behind the chrome command chair dais, Gwen could just make out Jason's hunched figure. He wasn't moving. As the vibrations from the latest series of hits died down, Gwen leaped up, leaving her chair spinning. Guy was still screaming.
"He's not moving!"
"Tommy, get us out of here!" Alexander commanded.
Guy's screams drowned out everything.
"Shut up, Guy!" Tommy shouted. He didn't stop.
Gwen felt for a pulse. His arm was warm, thank God. And there was a pulse, too. Knocked out, not dead. She should... she didn't know what to do. Gently, Gwen layed Jason on the floor.
"Tommy, leave, now!" Alexander shouted again. Their current course and speed was taking them closer to the V-wings than was necessary.
Gwen got knocked to the floor by another explosion. She sat down by Jason, still not sure what else she could be doing.
"Guy!" Alexander said. "Oh, for the love of-." Alexander walked over to Guy and slapped him. Guy stopped screaming. "There. Now, Tommy, get us out of here!"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing, man?" Tommy retorted.
"Well, do it faster!"
Tommy twisted the throttle all the way open.
The Protector II turned away from the Venators and smoothly accelerated. Tommy's console smoothly kept track of their speed in the completely useless unit of "Marks". Mark 1... mark 2... mark 3.... The V-wings were starting to lose pace. Mark 4... mark 5.... The viewscreen flickered as the computer compensated for visual distortions due to travelling at light speed. The Protector II smoothly accelerated to light speed, and then just kept going. Mark 6... mark 7... mark 8. His console beeped, and the display changed from a radar screen of some sort to a map of known local space. A straight line was marked through it. In the upper corner, it said "Computer assisted navigation". At mark 10, the console beeped again, and changed to "Computer-controlled navigation."
The Venators were long gone, and the V-wings, of course, were incapable of travelling faster than light. A luminal boom lagged behind the ship - fleeting distorted afterimages of the Protector II as it traveled through real space at speeds faster than light.
"I think we lost them!" Tommy said. He twisted the throttle to zero. The ship decelerated, smoothly dropping below light speed without so much as a bump.
Years ago, when the Thermians were first building the Protector II, they'd been faced with a conundrum. Though the original Protector had a boost, it was also obviously capable of breaking the light barrier without it. After all, the historical documents had the ship travelling from system to system in days and hours, not the years and months it would take otherwise. Yet the ship never accelerated visibly or audibly except for the extremely quick one-minute boosts. As a matter of fact, the viewscreen didn't even distort. It had been one of Mathesar's team's greatest triumphs in the recreation of the Protector - to not only implement a faster-than-light in realspace solution, but also do it without any visible or audible change. Humanity was one very advanced species.
So, while the heroes of the Protector were sighing with relief, Mathesar was smiling, briefly. It had occured to him that, despite the great triumph that the Protector II was, it was obviously flawed. He had seen the crew escape far worse situations without even getting damaged, but the ship was severely damaged. What did he do wrong? Perhaps they had missed something. Many sections of the ship had had to be extrapolated, like the bathrooms. Many parts still puzzled him, like the crushing hallways, or the pipes that went nowhere and emitted steam, or the pipes that went nowhere and contained glowing plasma, or the two rec rooms, both nearly identical, but mirror images of each other. Surely these systems all had a purpose, but without the knowledge of precisely where the pipes terminated or the purpose of the crushers, they'd had no choice but to include them and assume they were integral to the functioning of the ship somehow. Indeed, they'd utilized the crushers to syphon off some of the excessively generated power.
"Finally," Alexander said. They were alone. Save for the other ships that were arriving.
"Mathesar, Jas-Commander Taggart's hurt," Gwen said. Mathesar leaned down and picked up Taggart effortlessly. He carried him to medbay.
"One new transmission," the computer said.
"Computer, play transmission," Gwen said.
"Transmission translated from morse code. Transmission reads: Hello. Do you need help?"
"Yes!" Tommy and Alexander said simultaneously.
"Computer, please reply that we would like help. Invite them to our conference room," Gwen said.
"Transmission sent."
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OOC: Anyone who can read morse code can get that message, by the way. | I've, um. Wanted to play this ship for a while.
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\+Ship Name: NSEA Protector II
\+Ship Class: "Evolution" Heavy Cruiser
\+Ship Wiki Link
\+Ship Specs:
•Dimensions
-Length - 488m
-Beam - 402m
-Height - 82m
•Weaponry
-Resonance cannon battery (4x) - Fires clouds of gas and excites subatomic particles to produce a devasting (if short-ranged) shockwave.
-Gannet magnets (2x) - A focused penetrative electromagnetic burst designed to disable computers and overload electrical systems
-Pulse catapults (2x)- Chucks localized subspace energy pulses that misalign matter on detonation. Remarkably inaccurate, as they follow strictly ballistic trajectories.
-Quantum rockets - Rockets armed with quantum disentanglement warheads. Upon detonation, the target usually fails catastrophically in some manner around the detonation area. There is a chance, however, that no particles in the area are entangled, rendering the weapon a sub-par explosive.
-Blue particle cannons (8x, 6 fore, 2 aft ) - Gigawatt ultraviolet lasers accelerate a magnetic packet of energetic subnuclear particles to near lightspeed, giving this literal cannon quite a punch.
-Red particle cannons (8x 6 fore, 2 aft ) - In this less-used variant, infrared lasers accelerate energetic subnuclear particle packet. Aside from a differently-colored special effectbeam, the red particle cannons require much less power, at the cost of decreased damage due to destructive wavefront interference.
•Defenses
-Plasma Armor - A protective sheaf of plasma, magnetically restrained to local space near the ship. It tends to absorb the energy of projectiles by melting them, and if the chemical composition is correct, it can even absorb electromagnetic-based weaponry. Too many hits, however, can disrupt the delicate chemical composition or electrical balance, causing the armor to disperse (though it can be re-formed).
•Ship Gadgets
-Quantum flux drive - Unrefined Beryllium (in spherical form) is used as quantum resonance substrate (that is, fuel) to power the ship's FTL drive. This drive pushes the ship FTL in normal space to speeds of up to Mark 15.
-Turbo - Jumping into hyperspace (for under one minute, or else!) gets the ship up to Mark 20.
-Digital Conveyor - Teleporter. Dices you up into cubes, demolecularizes the cubes, and then remolecularizes them at the digital conveyor platform. Or vice-versa.
-Food Replicators - Replicate food. Can be programmed for pretty much anything.
-Translator Circuit - seeks out matching patterns in neural structure to determine meanings
-Computer - Incredibly neutral ship AI. Only accepts vocal commands from Gwen Demarco.
•Personal Gadgets
-Ion Nebulizer - Laser guns. Operates on the same principle as a particle cannon, only on a much smaller and less-devastating scale.
-Ion sheild - Personal shield. Far more effective at stopping energy than projectiles.
-Vox box - Essentially cell phones with virtually unlimited range. Still can be jammed, however.
-Appearance Generators - Holographic projectors that can be pre-programmed to reasonably approximate another individual's (even of a different species!) appearance. Creating new templates takes a great deal of time, and all of the ones on the Protector II are set to humans. The Thermians all use them to avoid their own upsettingly-octopoidal apperance.
•Surface Pods - Small shuttles with six seats and a very small cargo bay.
- Hyperpulse thruster system - a sublight propulsion system small enough to fit beneath the pilot's chair.
- Autopilot - what it says on the cover
\+Galaxy Quest in a nutshell:
In the movie Galaxy Quest, the Thermians (a horrifically-tentacled octopoidal race) have received Earth's TV program transmissions. Unfortunately, any form of deceit - including acting - is a completely foreign concept to the Thermians. So when their planet is in danger, they shanghai the crew featured in the 20-years-old "historical record" Galaxy Quest - a cult-hit science fiction series. Thus the hapless (and completely washed-up) actors, most of whom just want to be rid of the series, find themselves on a functioning replica of the NSEA Protector. Hilarity ensues.
\+Pre-Departure Scene:
"Our former Commander was not... strong," Mathesar said.
Jason really didn't like the sound of that. His delicious steak was slowly getting colder. It was still impressive to be here, in the real mess hall that actual aliens built to match the show that he'd starred in. He'd felt touched, especially during the tour earlier. Seeing the entire crew in the barracks salute him - it made Jason feel like he'd actually done something worthwhile. He just wanted to give that feeling back to people, and was very thankful for this opportunity to do so.
The mess hall was full, yet strangely quiet. Aside from his fellow crew's table, very little talking took place. It was probably an alien thing.
"Former... Commander?" Jason finally asked. He'd been avoiding that question in his own head, but he had to know what'd happened to the man previously occupying his position.
"I'm sorry," Mathesar said, "You deserve to be shown." Mathesar nodded to another Thermian crewman, who pushed a button. A section of the wall moved aside, revealing a large viewscreen. Shakily, with a lot of static and white noise, an image appeared. A Thermian, sans appearance generator, was strapped to a table. Blue blood was everywhere. "The tape was smuggled off of Sarris' ship. Originally, one of our own tried to lead."
On screen, the former Thermian commander was brutally tortured, letting out hair-raising screams. Reality crashed down around Jason. This had been harmless fun to him before, but now this was more serious. Now they had to stay. There were important factors to consider. HIs fellow actors' shocked faces said otherwise, however. More telling was when they suddenly got up and left the table, running out the mess hall into the passageway.
Jason was shocked for a moment, facing Mathesar, whose jaw was trembling despite his brave attempt to smile after the torture scene that just played out on widescreen. There was a bright flash of light — maybe the ship had just dropped out of the turbo boost? — and then Jason got up and ran after his crew. It wasn't right! Here they were, an opportunity of a lifetime, and they got up and left without stopping to consider their options.
"Wait a minute, guys, come on. Hold on a minute. You can't just leave; give me some time to think!" Jason said.
Alexander glared at Jason as he turned down the next passageway. "He wants to 'think'," Alexander said.
"No, Jason. That's a wrap; there's nothing to think about!" Tommy exclaimed.
Guy suddenly grabbed on to Jason's arm.
"I'm not even supposed to be here," Guy said. "I'm just Crewman #6. I'm expendable. I'm the guy in the episode who dies to prove that the situation is serious. I gotta get out of here! I gotta—"
"Commander!" Mathesar said, running up from seemingly nowhere. Well, Jason needed to talk to the alien anyway; it was clear that his crew was having none of this.
"We gotta prepare the pods for my crew's departure," Jason said, disgusted with the others' lack of sense.
"Begging your Commander's pardon, sir, but we cannot launch pods at the moment. Earth… and indeed the entire galaxy… seems to have disappeared."
"What‽" Tommy said.
"Your presence is required on the command deck," Mathesar said. "The assistance of Dr. Lazarus will be especially invaluable in determining the cause of this anomaly."
"Wonderful," Alexander said sarcastically.
\+Notable Crew:
Plays the Commander on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays Commander Taggart's alien advisor on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the token female bridge bunny on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the navigator and gunner on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the chief engineer on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Played a redshirt in one episode before getting killed off on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Leader of the Thermians, the aliens that shanghied the actors into this mess.
Thermian, has a thing for Fred. |
48,072 | 1,299 | 40 | 1,513 | 1,883 | The Helfrost Cannons of the Culling of Prospero blasted away at one of the encroaching Venator's as they came moved into Broadside range. The Venators hull was protected from extreme heats, but the extreme colds that the Helfrost Cannon produced were not imagined by the Venator's designers. The Shields proved little help, their design built to absorb the energy from the heat of incoming weaponsfire and use that energy to power the shields, redirecting what else it couldn't absorb. The Helfrost cannon, instead drained the energy from the shields, as well as the temperature from the hull, the hull would rapidly contract, ripping microfractures in it, the weakened shields then falling prey to the broadside cannons, the frozen hull exploding with the rapid superheating from the prometheum core. Large chunks exploding out of it.
"My Lord, Warp Engines fully charged, Warp portal forming!" yelled one of the bridge crew. Ahead of them, space ruptured and convulsed as the ruinous energies of the Warp opened and swallowed the Culling of Prospero whole.
-Aboard Andromeda-
The crew of the Lady Rose heard that they were going to Warp. "I hope their shields are good, or we could be in for a rough trip." said Jhaven, the pilot as she sat in the back of the Lady Rose. She grabbed a shotgun from the gunrack and began loading it, she finally pumped it. "In case of close encounters..." She laughed. Grumm laughed as well, unfortunately, the problem with him laughing was that, not only did he not understand the joke, but he hadn't cleaned his teeth in quite some time, so the stench of rotting meat filled the back of the Valkyrie. As soon as the gun was loaded, she placed it down beside her. The Ogryn was panting heavily. "Claustrophobia?" she asked. Grumm looked confused, but then nodded. She pressed a button and the door opened, letting the Ogryn out to meet Roche. When he said to strap in for the trip, the Ogryn sat down on the edge of the craft, causing it to rock a little with the immense weight being put on it.
Jhaven looked out of the craft at him. "Your shields good enough to keep Khornes mutant fuckers out of here?" she asked. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,073 | 1,299 | 41 | 832 | 3,741 | EDFS Andromeda
Hangar
Met by the Ogryn and aware of the imminent Warp, Roche moved to sit down as well, lest he suffer the disorientation that Warp provided. Warp sickness was not a fun experience. The question did catch him by surprise though, prompting a question that he asked after he responded to her own query. "We don't have shields. EDF Research is supposed to be working on them, but they haven't told us if they have them working. Fortunately, we don't need shields to Warp." Then the question. "If you don't mind my asking, who is Khorne?"
There wasn't much time to dwell on that though as the last of the Cosmo Tiger's landed and the hangar bay closed, the crew secured for the Warp that was to be imminent. There was a countdown on the ships comm, a lurch as they breached the barrier, and they were gone.
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Bridge
The shock cannons spat blue fire across the void as the Andromeda pulled away, reports called out from impacts and radar, the Cosmo Tigers withdrawing in synch, and Navigation input the coordinates Roche had provided.
The arrival of the Victory class Star Destroyers was quickly picked up, and Flynn reported it to the Admiral. "Sir, new hostiles at 45 degrees. They're firing."
Hijikata did a good job of keeping his balance even as the ship rocked from the impacts of lasers that scorched the side of the hull. "How much longer until we can Warp?"
Brandon didn't look back as he struggled with the controls for the ship. "5 more megameters."
Another report came in. "Sir, all fighters have landed, and hangar is closed." "Warp speed reached."
"Good." Hijikata watched on as red and blue laser fire streaked past, as well as enemy fighters. "Warp when we're able."
Brandon nodded. "Yes sir. Warping in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1.."
Hijikata gave the order." Warp." It was reiterated by Brandon then, "Warping!" He slammed the throttle forward, allowing the full power of the Wave Motion Engine to flow. Tachyon particles were caught and harnessed as energy surged and a hole was torn between dimensions. As missiles and enemy fire raced in, the ship seemed to waver, and then vanished, swept away in the sea of time to their destination.
It would be an...interesting trip for those not used to it. There was nothing particularly unusual about this Warp, but the senses were barrages by a multitude of oscillating colors and sensations, the feeling that one was falling while sitting in gravity, coming dangerously close to sensory overload in a span of time that seemed infinite, yet was only a fleeting minute or so before the ship emerged from Warp, shifting back into normal space near the coordinates given to them by the Cullnig of Prospero
The crew on the bridge recovered, their bout of unconsciousness only lasting a few seconds once they had reverted, and they quickly set to work, determining where they were and the leftovers from that battle. Damage control crews swung to work, sealing bulkheads and sautering off air leaks, more extensive repairs needing time they didn't have. Radar waves swept space, looking for nearby contacts, and fighters prepared to deploy again as guns perked up, ready for anything.
The search was quickly returned. "Sir, I'm picking up ships bearing at 70 degrees to port at a distance of 20 megameters, 45 to starboards at a distance of 46 megameters."
Well, mused Hijikata, seemed hey weren't alone still after all. "Imperial ships?"
Flynn looked closer, checking readouts, before shaking her head. "Negative. Profiles match other vessels we saw around Coruscant, not aligned with the Galactic Empire."
That was good news, to say the least. If they weren't hostile then there would be no immediate danger. "Keep an eye on them, and maintain battle stations."
Dmitri poked up yet again, a series of long and short sounds hitting his ears from the headset he wore. "Sir, we're receiving a transmission in....Morse Code." That was strange, given the prevalence of video and audio communications in the EDF. Fortunately, it was still required learning at the Academy, and the computers could help in translation. Apparently Morse Code didn't differ between dimensions. "They're inviting us over for a meeting."
Hijikata was intrigued, to say the least. "Who is 'they'?"
Dmitri frowned a she worked out the origin, eventually pointing to the vessel on their starboard side. "That one."
While Hijikata was interested, they still had things they needed to do. Not to mention the fact that much of the Andromeda's medical personnel were still aboard the Culling of Prospero, so they would have to wait for it to arrive so they could get them back, and for the situation to stabilize before the Admiral was willing to leave the ship, the sole remnant of Earth Defense Force here. "Leave them be for now. Continue repairs. If the Imperials show up I want to be able to Warp as quickly as possible. And get the Wave Motion Gun back online. It's our best weapon, and we need it." Confirmation, and it was to work again, and the waiting game. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,074 | 1,299 | 42 | 2,328 | 1,042 | Captain James Benead shook his head, recovering from the sudden surge of warp force his ship had gone through. The battle for the Tesseract had taken a drastic turn during the discovery that the Solar Liberation League was employing Bydo craft, and so this super-dreadnought-class vessel was brought forth to wipe out the enemy. It wasn't long into the battle afterwards that the Tessarect appeared to be activated, swallowing a chuck of the combating ships in an abrupt wave of white. With the disorientation wearing off, the crew of the cruiser seemed to be coming back to reality again.
"Status report," Benead sounded off to the bridge. The available crew got to work on their consoles as fats as their minds could recover.
"No further hull damage beyond former combat. We're encountering heavy tech distortion, weapons operable at 61% efficiency; Bow gun is offline," came the reports from the ship operators. Bringing up a HUD of a digital cross-section, the captain found that the Positron Cannon was indeed undergoing some severe malfunctions.
"Immediate area scans reveal several unidentifiable cruisers... at least two appear to be dreadnought-class," The navigators chimed in. "Bydo craft appear to be largely disabled and unresponsive. Confirmed 4 available R-fighter squads." So they still had fighter capabilities. That was going to be key here, given the Jotunheim's current condition and apparent situation.
"System location?"
"...Unknown. We are not picking up any known Star Systems in range, much less our own." Cossord reported disdainfully. A silent wash of concern swept over the bridge. If they weren't anywhere close to the Solar System, then where exactly were they? The farther they were from home, the harder it would be to get back, especially if they had no means to enter Dimension 26. Plus, there was no telling how much Bydo power the SLL still had: if they controlled the Tesseract, they would be within Earth range in a matter of minutes if uninhibited. With the combined effort of the EAF and the GRA, that may not be too much a problem, but it was still a war, and war meant coming out the far least wounded.
James sent a call down to the dreadnought's hangars. "Commander Oersted, copy. Contact all capable R-series fighters and prepare to bring them aboard."
Markus's face, appearing on a visual screen earlier, twisted a bit in confusion. "With all due respect sir, there are still Bydo fighters out there-"
"We have greater concerns: no available range to the Solar System, and visuals on at least 2 super-dreadnought class vessels," the captain stressed. "We're not going to risk combat until we can confirm what we're up against, especially with the Jotunheim under such interference."
"Yes sir," Oersted saluted, signing off to issue the orders. The four remaining external fighter squadrons - two sets of Arrowheads, a Range-Wave team and a Bomber team - were contacted with the information, and they gladly came aboard under claims their own systems were having issues. In the meantime, the Jotunheim attempted to gain deeper scan knowledge on the other cruisers.
"Captain, I think you'd be interested in this," Lieutenant McKellen called to Benead. "We're getting vague reading of Wave Cannon- no, wait, not quite..." James leaned forward, urging for more information. McKellen monitored his station a bit more before continuing, "No, not an operational Wave Cannon, but still some sort of Wave Motion tech." He motioned to Navigation, who brought up the ship on scanner. "We can get a serial: Earth Defense Fleet Ship Andromeda. Doesn't match classifications of any EAF vessel... What do you think, sir?"
Captain Benead returned to a resting position on his chair. The fact that this ship hailed from Earth spoke volumes, but there was no evidence they came from their Earth. It brought forth the possibility that the Andromeda in fact hailed from some sort of alternate Earth, in some different timeline. Since the discovery of Dimension 26, the idea of time travel and even trans-universal and inter-dimensional travel all became far more likely in science and theorems. The idea of a different timeline in which the Earth developed in a 'different but similar' fashion was not at all beyond the range of reason for individuals in the EAF Space Corps. Regardless, the fact that they both shared similar origins and technology was reason enough to establish a link.
"Hail the Andromeda. Tell them we are from the Earth Allied Forces, that we suspect we have encountered some sort of quantum displacement, and request that we should establish some sort of allegiance given our similarities in origin and ship design," Benead commanded. McKellen complied, relaying the appropriate message to the Andromeda. The captain held fair hopes that cooperation with this other Earth-designed ship would bring profit to both sides. | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,075 | 1,299 | 43 | 832 | 3,741 | USS Aurora - Bridge
Katie listened intently as a message came in from the Illustrious. “Captain, our sister ship seems to have regained limited warp capability and it seems Commander Lannigan has some interesting news for us regarding their origin, in fact of all the ships present.”
“Don’t wait all day Lieutenant.”
“I believe their Captain Noelle would like to explain it in more details.”
“I’m not going to like it, am I?” He watched as she shook her head. With a sigh he rubbed his face both hands. It seemed that plain old fatigue was getting the better of him. Unlike Kirk, who seemed to be walking machine, able to keep going no matter what – he was somewhat more human, “Sorry, Katie.” He said apologetically. “Starting to feel it, as I am sure most of you are?” He didn’t wait for answers. “Okay, Lieutenant Frank, punch it.”
With a familiar lurch, and a pulling sensation they went into warp, albeit not for very long. Within seconds they slowed coming out just beyond the edge of the system. In front of them were many ships of unknown designs and configurations. He couldn’t help but stare in awe. So many first contacts were possible here that it befuddled the mind.
Katie then spoke again. “We’re getting a message.”
“This is the Systems Commonwealth ship Valorous Intent to all vessels. Our sensors show that a number of you have taken damage - we are able to assist with repairs and provide medical aid.”
“Okay I want you to reply.” He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, trying to garner up some internal reserves knowing full well that this was about to become an extremely long day. “This is Captain Peter Weston of the USS Aurora. We and I suspect most of you have been attacked by the Imperial ships more-or-less without provocation. When we intercepted some messages it appears they have gone through some form of Civil War vying for control of the Senate. So although we had no choice but to resist, it will now mean we will now all be hunted at least until this situation is resolved. So I would suggest no one goes back into the system. And perhaps we all agree further rendezvous coordinates as I would suspect they’ll track us down within a day or so – if not sooner.”
Rubbing his chin, could feel a day's worth of stubble. He wondered how people managed to grow beards without a terminal case of itchy chin. Maybe he was oversensitive?
"I would like to formally open communications in which to discuss how to resolve our situation, and what we should do from here on in." With that he gestured for the channel to be closed. All they could do now was wait. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,076 | 1,299 | 44 | 2,117 | 9,071 | BSG-14: Battlestar Columbia
The entire ship shook, something that shouldn't happen during an FTL jump. The DRADIS console pinged as new contacts appear. "Multiple contacts around our position... no transponders." Lorne turned. "What was that?""No colonial, or cylon transponders." *Action stations." The lights in the ship changed and alarms blared throughout the ship he could hear Lieutenant Anders on the speaker throughout the ship Action Stations, Action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship, this is not a drill. Action Stations, Action stations. Set condition throughout the ship. This is not a drill." He turned to Phillips. "XO.""Yes sir.""Have navigation try to get a beat on our current location, launch a cap of Blue squadron have them hold a defensive screen around us.""Yes sir." He turned to tactical. "Do we have an identity on any of those ships yet?""No sir. Gun crews report unknown configurations, we're working on translating the names they appear to be broadcasting."
I am doing that we can't read your writen language, the power of all those ascended beings means we can speak eachothers languages.
"Communications.""Sir?!""Squawk ident and challenge on all known communication frequencies. Lets see who else is out there."
This was a hell of a day.
"Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."
Harbringer
Quicksilver waved away the braodcast that wasn't even a language. He had no time for it. The two new vessels interested him more. He had already refused the assistance of the Intent. It would do them no good to have humanoid species roaming the ship and perhaps seeing a feeding pod. Not that the Hive would accept repairs from anyone who was not crew anyway and it was too risky to use it as a way to get even more information. Maybe in the future. That was when the challenge came through from the newest ship to arrive in orbit off the planet. He did not recall seeing it at Coruscant but it was obviously not an Imperial design. He opened a channel, merely static came through. Whoever was aboard the ship appeared to be hiding their appearance.
"We Wraith will not submit to your demands. Our ship names are known to Wraith only." | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,077 | 1,299 | 45 | 2,328 | 1,042 | Acknowledgement from the Andromeda, McKellen reported, moving to open up their channel with them. The main viewport filled with the digital video feed of the Andromeda's bridge. An aged man in a uniform of obvious naval design spoke up as Vice-Admiral Ryu Hijikata, and confirmed their desire for a partnership. The younger James Benead seemed to register a brief smile at the sight of the Admiral; the fashion was decidedly retro, more fitting for fancy dress back in the Space Corps, but it gave that image of a firm, wise commander. James wouldn't admit it, but he wished he could have the chance to be in that kind of uniform more often, rather than his plain, yet embellished jumpsuit.
"Well met, Admiral. I am Captain James Benead of the UBFS Jotunheim," came Benead's response to Hijikata. "We are glad to hear you accept. I feel our cooperation will not be difficult, in regard to our similarities." There was a bit of a pause as he glanced about his bridge crew, all looking in expectation.
"If you are not opposed to a tour, I'm sure we could each both benefit from seeing how the other incorporates their use of Wave Motion technology, as well as exchange any information we know about this location." That got a couple of mixed reactions from his crew, but James did not waver his vision towards the Admiral. Captain Benead was convinced that the Andromeda would not mean any harm, as long as they understood all the technologies and ideals they had in common.
"Captain," McKellen piped up again, attracting Benead's attention. "We're getting a broadcast from a new ship. Playing:"
"Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."
The message echoed throughout both bridges, the two captains listening intently. As soon as the playback ended, Benead spoke again, "Reply with our identification. Nothing more. Check in with Newark again regarding our weapons condition." McKellen nodded and got to work. Turning back to the viewport, Benead continued talking to Hijikata when the Admiral was done with his own orders, "I still stand by my offer, Admiral. I'm certain we can be good allies." | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,078 | 1,299 | 46 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Receiving identification codes.One System Commonwealth, one will not identify calling themselves Wraith and the third to identify itself as... Earth Alliance Fleet... There was pause around the room as everyone looked at the commander. "Recheck." The Petty Officer at the communication station began typing again on the console on front of him. "Confirmed. That is what they're sending to us." Phillips looked at him. "It's a cylon trick, it has to be.""We've never seen a ship of that size belonging to cylon forces, or that configuration. So far they haven't strayed from the design they stole when the war broke out." He rubbed the stubble on his chin, preparing for the upcoming battle had him working almost around the clock and he hadn't had time to shave yet. "Comms.""Sir?""Route the channel from the Earth Alliance ship through my console. Offer our assistance from the commonwealth ship on the condition we can send a small team to ascertain it is not a cylon trick first.""Yes sir."
He picked up his speaker and nodded at Phillips. "Launch Red and Blue squadron, have them set up a Cap around the Columbia, stand down to condition two.""All hands, this is the XO. Stand down to condition two, repeat stand down to condition two." He waited and looked at the comm officer, who nodded when it was through. "Channels open sir.""This is Commander Alexander Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia. We hail from the other Twelve Colonies of Kobol and are currently meant to be engaged against Cylon Forces. We respectfully ask for your assistance in ascertaining our location and if possible your assistance to help the twelve colonies against our enemy." He wrote down a note and slid it across to the XO, needing astrometics to try and find out where they were and where the twelve colonies were. They needed to get back, there was no way the Galactica and Atlantia could manage against the Cylon forces even with escorts without the Columbia as well. This very battle could turn the tide of the war.
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On Coruscant
Origin was spreading like a plague. Never in the Oris wildest dream could they never find somewhere so filled with hate, corruption and disarray that people were more than willing to take on the way of origin, assisted by the fact that the once senators were now priors and spreading the message ahead of everyone else, showing the power that only once the Sith or the Jedi once held. Allowing people to become more powerful than they ever imagined. The fact that it was senators pushing the message forward gave it extra merit, these were people that had never been seen to have such power. If it was the Jedi they would simply be ignored. In fact the Jedi assisted the Oris power grab, many always felt sour at them hording such power and not allowing others to have it.
Soon, soon they would have converted or killed everyone on the planet and they could go out on the Galaxy and take it all for themselves. | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,079 | 1,299 | 47 | 1,513 | 1,883 | If the Andromeda crew were looking out of one of their viewports, they would see space convulse, rip and tear as the demonic realm was opened with the Imperium vessel exitting. Space then repaired itself and the Culling of Prospero stood proud in all of her glory. Morray watched the new ships that was alongside the Andromeda. "Vox them, ask if they require assistance?" he said. "And ask Andromeda if they wish for our intervention in this... Keep the weapons warm, if those false Imperials have followed, I do not want them getting the drop on us." he ordered. It was just an excuse, though, he didn't know those ships... And if it wasn't for the Terran writing on the side of the larger one, he would have sworn that it was a Tau vessel.
-Medical Bay-
The medical work seemed to have been all done, and the Andromeda's medics would probably be flabbergasted at the Imperiums total lack of science used in their medical work. The one that was currently with Father Beneiil would see as he sprinkled herbs over a gaping wound and then shook his Crozius over it, the bones on it rattling as he prayed a little, he then dipped his finger in a slimy, sticky, purple substance before rubbing it into the wound. "You see, I do believe that the Allfather wouldn't put us on a planet if we couldn't live on it, as such, all of my medicine comes from the Mother." he said, then laughed a little. "An Ultramarine Apothicary looked into this and told me "The enzymes in this are antiseptic, which is why it works so well, both killing the germs and creating a sealant across the wound." but I know the truth, the Emperor gave it to us so that we could cure ourselves, rather than just relying on him for everything. You see, the Allfather doesn't simply coddle us." He then remembered that these people had never heard of the Emperor. He smiled his charismatic smile. "There is an old joke from my tribe about this.
"A Hunter is trapped in the middle of a lake, floating on a sheet of ice. He sits and he prays to the Emperor "Please Allfather, deliver me from the certain death of this icy lake."
After an Hour, a man in a boat rows past and says "Jump in my boat or you will surely drown." but the warrior replies "No, the Allfahter will save me." And so the boat rows by.
Another Hour passes and a man riding astride a great eagle flies around him. "Get on my bird or you will drown." but again the warrior says "No, the Allfahter will save me." and so the bird flies away.
As the sheet of ice melts closer and closer to his feet, a Sky warrior astride his flying wolf appears and says "Climb on my wolf or you will die." but again the warrior replies "No, the Allfahter will save me." and so the Sky Warrior leaves.
Then, the ice melts and the man drowns. His spirit ascended and he met the Allfather in Valhalla and asks "Great one, why did you let me die." the Allfather looks at him and replies "Let you die? I sent a boat, an eagle and a Sky Warrior. Your faith is no excuse for your stupidity." he then laughed a great, roaring belly laugh. "Bjorn the Fellhanded supposedly laughed so hard at that one that his pelt fell off." He looked his giant patient in the eyes. "Better?" the Space Marine nodded in response.
-Hangar of Andromeda-
The Crew of The Lady Rose walked around a little as they had been left a little disorientated from the Warp Travel. Grumm threw his helmet off before throwing up all over the floor of the hangar, a large pool about 2 meters across with a stench worse than anything imaginable. The rest of the crew put their helmets back on. "BY THE EMPEROR!!!" yelled one of the gunners. "OGRYN HORK!!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF- I CAN STILL SMELL IT THROUGH THE MASK!!!" He yelled as he ran towards the Valkyrie, gagging on the stench.
"Shut your piehole!" yelled the pilot. She waved to one of the deckhands. "HI!!!" she yelled "OUR OGRYN THREW UP, YOU MAY WANT TO DEPREASSURIZE THE BAY BEFORE YOU CLEAN IT UP!!!" She yelled. One of the Cosmo-Tiger pilots came over to see what the commotion was before running away gagging. "And they say Kriegs a toxic hellhole." she laughed, slapping the Ogryns back. She reached into the cockpit and took out a bottle of Rosewater. It had a very strong, flowery smell, for use when on long missions as, when the cockpit gets sweaty, the smell can become unbearable. She walked over to him. "Open!" she ordered, Grumm did as he was told and opened his mouth she turned her nose away before splashing a slug of it in his mouth. "Rinse and spit!" she ordered, he followed, before spitting the rosewater into the puddle of bile. "Better?" she asked he nodded. in response. A button then began beeping indicating that the Culling of Prospero was sending out their return order. "Well... Let's get going before they ask us to clean it up." she said, climbing into the cockpit. She then put on the headset "This is Lady Rose to Andromeda flight control, requesting permission to return to our ship." she asked. as the doors closed on the side with the gunners inside. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,080 | 1,299 | 48 | 832 | 3,741 | EDFS Andromeda
Bridge
The arrival of the Battlestar was noted, as well as the Culling of Prospero, though they couldn't particularly see either arrival from the bridge, But it was noted on radar, and that allowed Flynn to pass the message off to the Admiral. "Sir, we're picking up two new ships. One is the Culling of Prospero, the other is an unknown class. But they're big sir, about 1400 meters long."
That was..impressive, to say the least. It as bigger than anything in the EDF Fleet, by a long shot. And then Dmitri added to it. "They're hailing us, claiming to be something called a 'Battle'star. They want us to identify ourselves. Shall I send back to the standard response? Oh, and the Culling of Prospero wants to know if we need assistance with our nearby guests."
Hijikata shot off brisk commands. "Send them our identity, and tell the Culling of Prospero that we can handle it."
Dmitri nodded and turned to the radio. Firs toff a message to the new arrival. "Battlestar Columbia this is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda. We have no desire for conflict, but will defend ourselves if attacked." Then, the Culling of Prospero. "We copy Culling of Prospero, however we have this situation under control and do not require intervention at this time."
Cabrera chimed in as Dmitri worked. "Sir, the Lady Rose is requesting leave to depart."
Hijikata gave that a dismissive wave. "Granted. Commander Roche can stay down there for the moment." Cabrera nodded and relayed that to the hangar bay, unaware of what exactly had transpired down there. Fortunately for him, anyway.
Meanwhile, Hijikata turned back to the video communication with the Jotunheim. "My apologies about the interruption. Things are a bit busy. As for your request, I believe we can accommodate a tour of the Andromeda. Given the unlikelihood that both of our vessels would use Wave Motion technology, a comparison would certainly be welcome." if anyone disagreed, they did not voice it. Certainly not when communications were open. He was the Admiral, and his word was law.
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Hangar Bay
The ship exited Warp and Roche woke up, the experience still being similar to what he knew. Except it was apparently a bit much for the crew he had come with ,as one of the Ogryn was hit hard with a case of Warp Sickness. That caused all kinds of commotion, from the mess and the stench, as people shouted and cleared the area, and EVA gear was put back on, including Roche's. It was worse than...well, there wasn't really anything comparable to it. But it did spur them into quick motion, which was good.
A request was quick sent off to the bridge and received, and amber lights flashed as everyone either suited up or left for a pressurized area, and the hangar door opened to allow the Lady Rose to exit, as well as having the side effect of depressurizing the bay so the smell was no longer an issue. They quickly set to work then once the Gunship departed for it's mothership, cleaning up the mess as best they could before they had to use the Bay again, hoping to neutralize the smell now before they had to open it up again when the next ship arrived. Sometimes being a deck hand sucked. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,081 | 1,299 | 49 | 1,900 | 885 | My apologies about the interruption, Hijikata had spoken up again. "Things are a bit busy. As for your request, I believe we can accommodate a tour of the Andromeda. Given the unlikelihood that both of our vessels would use Wave Motion technology, a comparison would certainly be welcome."
Benead nodded, pulling up info on the hangar conditions to the side. "Very well. Given our conditions, shuttle use will probably be the best way to go about this. It would be best that each of us remained aboard our respective ships, of course," James motioned to the Admiral and himself. He paused for a moment, sending a call for Atterberg to report to the hangar. "I'll prepare a shuttle with one of my lieutenants, as I assume you may. We'll keep in touch if something goes wrong." Benead allowed the Admiral to respond, simply nodding in agreement before Communications spoke up again:
"Captain, we're being hailed by the ships that threatened hostilities. It would seem we stand out to them."
The captain narrowed his eyes in concern. The implications seemed rather poor, and that fact that they responded specifically to them... "I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. I insist we keep this on standby until we can ascertain we are not at risk right now," Benead reported to Hijikata, then allowed Communications to cut the connection to open the channel with the other ship.
"This is Commander Alexander Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia," The opposing figure immediately opened the topic. "We hail from the other Twelve Colonies of Kobol and are currently meant to be engaged against Cylon Forces. We respectfully ask for your assistance in ascertaining our location and if possible your assistance to help the twelve colonies against our enemy."
James Benead leaned back again. This was starting to get very uncanny: so many other ships were jumping to this specific location, all of different design and likely different origins. If his own ideas regarding this being some sort of temporal displacement were correct, then it was entirely possible that all of these ships were from different universal timelines, yet still all held some sort of ties to Earth. Benead cut his pondering short to respond.
"I am Captain James Benead of the UFBS Jotunheim," he began, slowly and carefully, "And I must apologize, Commander Lorne, for there is a misunderstanding here. We are not aware of any 'Colonies of Kobol', nor do we know of any 'Cylon' species. If you would allow me to explain my reasoning, I have already reached the conclusion that most of the ships present in this space, including yours, Commander, has each been seized by some sort of temporal displacement."
A light pause to straighten up, and speak more firmly. "Simply put, each of our ships has been torn from our respective spaces and timelines, and brought here. I cannot say for sure where 'here' is, as we cannot determine any likenesses to our own home galaxy; as such, we could certainly be welcome to help determine where, and perhaps even when this place is." Benead allowed for the other ship to express response, and continued, "However, we personally have our own, separate war to fight, and so I can give no guarantee we can spare any aid in your fight against the Cylon." | I've, um. Wanted to play this ship for a while.
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\+Ship Name: NSEA Protector II
\+Ship Class: "Evolution" Heavy Cruiser
\+Ship Wiki Link
\+Ship Specs:
•Dimensions
-Length - 488m
-Beam - 402m
-Height - 82m
•Weaponry
-Resonance cannon battery (4x) - Fires clouds of gas and excites subatomic particles to produce a devasting (if short-ranged) shockwave.
-Gannet magnets (2x) - A focused penetrative electromagnetic burst designed to disable computers and overload electrical systems
-Pulse catapults (2x)- Chucks localized subspace energy pulses that misalign matter on detonation. Remarkably inaccurate, as they follow strictly ballistic trajectories.
-Quantum rockets - Rockets armed with quantum disentanglement warheads. Upon detonation, the target usually fails catastrophically in some manner around the detonation area. There is a chance, however, that no particles in the area are entangled, rendering the weapon a sub-par explosive.
-Blue particle cannons (8x, 6 fore, 2 aft ) - Gigawatt ultraviolet lasers accelerate a magnetic packet of energetic subnuclear particles to near lightspeed, giving this literal cannon quite a punch.
-Red particle cannons (8x 6 fore, 2 aft ) - In this less-used variant, infrared lasers accelerate energetic subnuclear particle packet. Aside from a differently-colored special effectbeam, the red particle cannons require much less power, at the cost of decreased damage due to destructive wavefront interference.
•Defenses
-Plasma Armor - A protective sheaf of plasma, magnetically restrained to local space near the ship. It tends to absorb the energy of projectiles by melting them, and if the chemical composition is correct, it can even absorb electromagnetic-based weaponry. Too many hits, however, can disrupt the delicate chemical composition or electrical balance, causing the armor to disperse (though it can be re-formed).
•Ship Gadgets
-Quantum flux drive - Unrefined Beryllium (in spherical form) is used as quantum resonance substrate (that is, fuel) to power the ship's FTL drive. This drive pushes the ship FTL in normal space to speeds of up to Mark 15.
-Turbo - Jumping into hyperspace (for under one minute, or else!) gets the ship up to Mark 20.
-Digital Conveyor - Teleporter. Dices you up into cubes, demolecularizes the cubes, and then remolecularizes them at the digital conveyor platform. Or vice-versa.
-Food Replicators - Replicate food. Can be programmed for pretty much anything.
-Translator Circuit - seeks out matching patterns in neural structure to determine meanings
-Computer - Incredibly neutral ship AI. Only accepts vocal commands from Gwen Demarco.
•Personal Gadgets
-Ion Nebulizer - Laser guns. Operates on the same principle as a particle cannon, only on a much smaller and less-devastating scale.
-Ion sheild - Personal shield. Far more effective at stopping energy than projectiles.
-Vox box - Essentially cell phones with virtually unlimited range. Still can be jammed, however.
-Appearance Generators - Holographic projectors that can be pre-programmed to reasonably approximate another individual's (even of a different species!) appearance. Creating new templates takes a great deal of time, and all of the ones on the Protector II are set to humans. The Thermians all use them to avoid their own upsettingly-octopoidal apperance.
•Surface Pods - Small shuttles with six seats and a very small cargo bay.
- Hyperpulse thruster system - a sublight propulsion system small enough to fit beneath the pilot's chair.
- Autopilot - what it says on the cover
\+Galaxy Quest in a nutshell:
In the movie Galaxy Quest, the Thermians (a horrifically-tentacled octopoidal race) have received Earth's TV program transmissions. Unfortunately, any form of deceit - including acting - is a completely foreign concept to the Thermians. So when their planet is in danger, they shanghai the crew featured in the 20-years-old "historical record" Galaxy Quest - a cult-hit science fiction series. Thus the hapless (and completely washed-up) actors, most of whom just want to be rid of the series, find themselves on a functioning replica of the NSEA Protector. Hilarity ensues.
\+Pre-Departure Scene:
"Our former Commander was not... strong," Mathesar said.
Jason really didn't like the sound of that. His delicious steak was slowly getting colder. It was still impressive to be here, in the real mess hall that actual aliens built to match the show that he'd starred in. He'd felt touched, especially during the tour earlier. Seeing the entire crew in the barracks salute him - it made Jason feel like he'd actually done something worthwhile. He just wanted to give that feeling back to people, and was very thankful for this opportunity to do so.
The mess hall was full, yet strangely quiet. Aside from his fellow crew's table, very little talking took place. It was probably an alien thing.
"Former... Commander?" Jason finally asked. He'd been avoiding that question in his own head, but he had to know what'd happened to the man previously occupying his position.
"I'm sorry," Mathesar said, "You deserve to be shown." Mathesar nodded to another Thermian crewman, who pushed a button. A section of the wall moved aside, revealing a large viewscreen. Shakily, with a lot of static and white noise, an image appeared. A Thermian, sans appearance generator, was strapped to a table. Blue blood was everywhere. "The tape was smuggled off of Sarris' ship. Originally, one of our own tried to lead."
On screen, the former Thermian commander was brutally tortured, letting out hair-raising screams. Reality crashed down around Jason. This had been harmless fun to him before, but now this was more serious. Now they had to stay. There were important factors to consider. HIs fellow actors' shocked faces said otherwise, however. More telling was when they suddenly got up and left the table, running out the mess hall into the passageway.
Jason was shocked for a moment, facing Mathesar, whose jaw was trembling despite his brave attempt to smile after the torture scene that just played out on widescreen. There was a bright flash of light — maybe the ship had just dropped out of the turbo boost? — and then Jason got up and ran after his crew. It wasn't right! Here they were, an opportunity of a lifetime, and they got up and left without stopping to consider their options.
"Wait a minute, guys, come on. Hold on a minute. You can't just leave; give me some time to think!" Jason said.
Alexander glared at Jason as he turned down the next passageway. "He wants to 'think'," Alexander said.
"No, Jason. That's a wrap; there's nothing to think about!" Tommy exclaimed.
Guy suddenly grabbed on to Jason's arm.
"I'm not even supposed to be here," Guy said. "I'm just Crewman #6. I'm expendable. I'm the guy in the episode who dies to prove that the situation is serious. I gotta get out of here! I gotta—"
"Commander!" Mathesar said, running up from seemingly nowhere. Well, Jason needed to talk to the alien anyway; it was clear that his crew was having none of this.
"We gotta prepare the pods for my crew's departure," Jason said, disgusted with the others' lack of sense.
"Begging your Commander's pardon, sir, but we cannot launch pods at the moment. Earth… and indeed the entire galaxy… seems to have disappeared."
"What‽" Tommy said.
"Your presence is required on the command deck," Mathesar said. "The assistance of Dr. Lazarus will be especially invaluable in determining the cause of this anomaly."
"Wonderful," Alexander said sarcastically.
\+Notable Crew:
Plays the Commander on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays Commander Taggart's alien advisor on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the token female bridge bunny on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the navigator and gunner on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Plays the chief engineer on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Played a redshirt in one episode before getting killed off on the Galaxy Quest TV show.
Leader of the Thermians, the aliens that shanghied the actors into this mess.
Thermian, has a thing for Fred. |
48,082 | 1,299 | 50 | 832 | 3,741 | EDFS Andromeda
Bridge
Hijikata listened to Benead's suggestion with a knowing nod. Given that docking wasn't really an option, shuttle was preferable. "Of course. I look forward to our future cooperation, and we'll make sure to keep an ear out for you come what may." The channel was cut then, as Benead apparently went to deal with the Battlestar they had been hailed by, and it allowed Hijikata to give a rueful smile as he sank back into his chair a bit. "Well, this wasn't what I expect when I signed up for the Earth Defense Forces. Makes me almost feel like a cadet again," he commented, earning grins and chuckles from the rest of the bridge crew as they got back to work
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Collab with Sundered Echo
The Valorous Intent Artificial Intelligence, known by her crew more commonly as Valerie, was at any given time in control of well over a dozen separate constructs. Most were mere service androids, some were drones, both sensor and attack. One was the physical embodiment of the image she displayed for her crew, an android that was designed to appear human in every way, known as a Ships Avatar. The most important, though, was the ship itself. It was her body, its sensors her eyes, its drives her heart and its weapons her fists. There was never any difficulty controlling it all, after all, her mind was so large as to be spread across three decks of the ship.
Her Avatar was already moving towards the starboard airlock, and she had notified the medical team and the only engineer they could spare from their own repairs, to meet her there. She had achieved close formation with the Andromeda already, and reached out with the communications systems, her voice, to request docking instructions. It was somewhat surreal for her to be speaking to a ship with that name and not hear it respond directly. She had fond memories of her few interactions with the AI that had once used that name, though the Andromeda Ascendant had preferred to go by Rommie. Those emotions had been quickly partitioned to her Avatar however. Strong emotion consumed too much processing power for her liking when dwelled on.
On the bridge of the Andromeda, the crew watched as the Valorous Intent moved into close formation. It was an interesting ship to view, with large loops that served some unknown purpose if they didn’t miss their guess, forming the ship into almost like the head of a trident, not like the typical pike design of the Earth Defense Forces. But then again, the EDF was modeled around a more traditional naval set up for it’s ships, so it was to be expected that this might not hold over between cultures.
Hijikata gave the ship, and it’s expected inhabitants, a calculating look as Dmitri worked comms. “Sir, they are requesting docking instructions,” he called over.
Now that was a bit of an issue, since the Andromeda didn’t have airlocks as part of it’s design. Sure, there were boarding craft, such as those used by the Gamillons in the war, but those generally worked by forming a hermetic seal on the hull of the ship, not connecting to airlocks. As well, construction had taken place on Earth itself, not in any orbital structures, since those had been destroyed during the war, so all embarkation had taken place in atmosphere, not in space.
Fortunately, something like this had been anticipated, and with a nod from Hijikata, Dmitri passed along the message. “Valorous Intent, this is the Andromeda. We copy your request, however our ship does not possess airlocks for in transit docking. If possible, you can make use of our stern hangar bay for the transportation of crew over to our vessel.” They would just have to wait and see how the message was received.
This was an awkward turn of events. Unlike its larger cousins in the High Guard fleet, the Eternal Vigilance class did not posses any small craft beyond its unmanned drone compliment. There was neither space nor a need for such when the ship was capable of entering an atmosphere to safely disembark its crew. They at least possessed the dorsal and ventral drone hangars, though those were not really designed to accommodate anything other than drones. They would do for now though. With a thought she directed the crew to meet at the dorsal drone hangar, while simultaneously contacting the Andromeda. “We do not have any small craft to make the trip, however after sustaining losses of our drones in the previous battle the dorsal hangar should have enough space to land one of your transports.”
The message sent by the Valorous Intent was quickly received on the bridge, and Dmitri turned to look at the Admiral. “Looks like they need a ride. Apparently they don’t have any small craft and want us to give them a lift.”
It was a request that earned a few joking remarks, that quickly subsided as hijikata nodded and looked over to Cabrera. “Send over a Seagull to pick our guests up.”
“Yes sir,” Cabrera replied, radioing the order down to the hangar bay.
The deck crews scrambled, a white and yellow transport ship maneuvering into launch position before being given the go ahead. Engines flared as it roared out of the hangar bay and made a sharp turn to the right, heading towards the indicated location. The pilot was quickly able to figure out the location of the indicated hangar bay and flew the ship in for a landing there in front of the gathered party.
Settling down, with the engines on standby, a side door opened to present two security officers in green combat uniforms and wielding pulsar rifles, while the pilot stayed in his seat to wait for them to all get aboard the vessel. “Gentlemen, ladies,” said the one on the left. “Step inside and take a seat please. It shouldn’t be a very long trip.”
Valerie, the android Avatar of the ship, was left to her own control then, the primary intelligence withdrawing from direct control. In effect, it left her with the same personality, but far less processing power. She was standing at the front of the group, where her metal body, hidden behind the human appearance, could stop any fire from their guests, though she did not expect them to attack. As her, the medical team and the lone engineer carrying the crate of nanobot containment units boarded, they kept their hands near their holstered Force Lances. With a larger crew High Guard Lancers would have accompanied them, but the Intent lacked the crew complement to have any Lancers onboard. The crew all took a seat each as instructed, but Valerie remained standing. Between her built in gravity harness and mechanical body, it would take an exceedingly bumpy ride to knock her off her feet, and she was determined to fight the embarrassment of having to ask the people they were aiding for transport in any way she could, however small. “Thank you.” She said neutrally. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Looking back, the pilot noted that Valerie was still standing, and did feel it fair enough to warn her. “You may want to sit down ma’am,” he said to her as the two security personnel got on board as well, the equipment being brought over secured and the door sealed shut. One moved into the co pilot seat while the other took up a position near the rear.
He shrugged at her assertion that she would be fine, and fired up the engines, gauges and screens flickering up as power output rose, the ship oriented around, and departed the drone hangar. As he had said, it was indeed a quick trip back to the hangar of the Andromeda. The ramp was lowered and the Seagull was able to fly in, the ramp closing behind it as it pulled in for a landing.
“Thank you for flying EDF airlines,” the pilot said with a grin as he shut everything down in sequence. “Have a nice day, make sure to tip your waitress, and watch the step.” The side door was opened as the two guards stepped out to allow the rest of the crew to exit. The hangar bay bustled as ships were refueled, prepared for combat, and janitors worked on what seemed like a spill of some kind, though no one commented on it.
Fortunately, Roche had been informed of the arrival, and had left the Imperium crewmembers aboard to go tend to the new arrivals. He stood before them in a light blue overcoat, more sky blue as opposed to the navy blue of the Admiral’s uniform, flanked by guards with pulsar rifles as well. “On behalf of Admiral Hijikata and the Earth Defense Forces, I welcome you aboard the EDFS Andromeda,” he said, figuring that navy tradition could be ignored in this circumstance. “I’m Commander Roche, executive officer. The Admiral is currently dealing with affairs on the bridge, and couldn’t be here. He apologizes.”
“It is an honor to be aboard.” Valerie said once they had disembarked. “And I understand. My own Captain also elected to remain on her bridge. I am the Valorous Intent Artificial Intelligence, the crew call me Valerie.” She had to consciously override her usual tendency for deception with non-crewmembers as she spoke. As a scout ship with stealth capabilities, she not only enjoyed knowing everything about a situation but also usually tried to make sure everyone else knew nothing about her. Some argued that it was a flaw to allow the basis of AI personality to be defined by their ‘bodies’ purpose, but in Valerie’s opinion those people were misinformed.
“These are the medical personnel. We would have sent more engineers but we cannot spare them right now.” She said gesturing back at the men and women behind her. “With introductions out of the way, we should waste no time in returning your ship to full battle capacity. I have a feeling we won’t have much time. We should discuss the nature of the aid we can provide first however, you may not agree with the technology we have available.” Captains liked to give tours of their ships, which was nice, but Valerie could easily tour the whole ship from one computer terminal… Not that she would tell them that so soon though.
Roche looked on in curious surprise as the leader of the Valorous Intent’s delegation announced herself relatively up front to be an AI, and he had to do a double take to try and confirm this. Sadly, that didn’t work out too well given the makeup of Valerie’s shell. Still, it wasn’t as much a shock as it might have been. The EDF had been experimenting with AI for years, even seeing some success on the Yamato. The only real surprise was the body that seemed indistinguishable from that of a human.
He nodded in response. “It’s alright. For the most part we will be needing assistance with hull repairs. Our main engine was fortunately not damaged heavily in the Imperial attack. As well, we could use some assistance in a matter that arose from our transition here, if possible.”
“That is good. The aid we have to offer is in the form of nano machines, both medical and engineering. They are already programmed for human bodies, so as long as your crew is not genetically modified my medical team can get to work right away. I will need to program the engineering nanobots with your ships specifications before they will be of any use, but once they are programmed they will persist and automatically repair any hull damage you suffer. If that is acceptable to you.” Valerie was light on the salesman talk - it wasn’t exactly her purpose after all. She simply wanted to get it done as quickly as possible.
Roche found himself being impressed yet again. Nanomachines were another of those things the EDF had been working on, but that had been sidetracked by the Gamillar War and developing weapons to fight them. For some reason the creation of weapons to prevent the destruction of Earth was more important than idle scientific research.
“No, no genetic modification as far as I am aware. I can check with the Chief Medical Officer just to be sure though,” Roche replied. “And that seems acceptable. I take it you will need access to a computer terminal then, or can it be done manually?” After what had happened with the AI on the Icarus, he was understandably a bit wary about handing out access to the network aboard the ship.
A knowing smile crept onto Valerie’s face. She had tracked the AI from before when it had attacked her, and seen that it had done the same to the entire fleet of mismatched ships. “Oh don’t worry. I am not going to rifle through all your files like the Icarus’ AI… He was quite rude. Didn’t even say hello. A computer terminal would be easiest of course, but I could just as easily download the necessary schematics from most portable data storage. I can do the programming myself. As well as schematics for the shape and composition of the hull, I’ll need to tell the nanites where they can get raw material from for the repairs. I assume you have a store somewhere for such things?”
Roche had to work to keep the chagrin away from being visible as Valerie addressed the unspoken point of concern. It was a bit unnerving to consider that the two AI’s could have conversed, but he supposed it wasn't entirely unexpected, just going off technical capability. Shifting away from that, he turned to her questions. “Yes, we have a supply of raw material laid in for the construction equipment aboard as well as repairs, and we’re fortunate that our supply is full at this point.”
He didn’t answer that first part, instead moving forward and gesturing for her to follow. It was a short walk over to a computer console for the hangar bay that was connected to the network, though there was no seat. Roche moved off to the side to let the AI go to work, though the security personnel watched with an attentive gaze for signs of shady activity
“Medical team, go with their men to where you are needed.” Valerie said before walking up to the console. It was fairly primitive, but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t as though she needed to actually type anything out. She placed her hand on the screen, linking in to the ships systems. The only outside sign of what she was doing was that her eyes would be blinking rapidly. Within the network though, she quickly accessed the required information and downloaded it, beginning the programming right away. Faced with so much information though, she couldn’t resist taking a slightly larger peak. She browsed the ships historical files, learning as much as she could of the Andromeda and its battles, a considerable amount considering how much faster the information world moved than the real world. She was careful to delete any record of her activities beyond what she was supposed to do though. Humans had a nasty tendency to misinterpret curiosity for espionage.
Once she had judged the time to be such that staying longer would look conspicuous, merely a few seconds in the physical world, she took her hand from the console, and stored away what she had discovered for processing once she reconnected with her core intelligence. “I have what I need, thank you.” She said, taking the crate of Nanite storage units from the lone engineer she had brought with them. “It’ll take a few moments to complete the necessary programming.”
Roche and the security personnel watched on as Valerie placed her hand on the computer screen, taken aback that that was a way that she could access the data within, if the rapid blinking wasn’t a bit disturbing in turn. Still, if something was up, they weren’t aware of it, and no objection was given once she removed her hand and announced that she was finished.
Roche was perfectly fine with waiting, considering the benefits it would give. “Alright,’ he replied, casually observing what went on with the nanobots that the Valorous intent had brought over. He was sure the engineers would love to get a look, but they were busy for the moment so he would have to do in their stead.
When Valerie had completed the programming, she placed her hand on the small panel on the side of the crate. It took barely a second to transfer the code to the nanites. Then she tapped a button on the crate that caused the top to fold open, revealing a number of sealed cylinders within. “You might want to warn the crew that your ships hull is about to start repairing itself.” With that, she tapped a few more keys and the cylinders opened up. The air above them shimmered in what one might mistake for an intense heat haze as the uncountable tiny machines rose out and started spreading into the air.
“There, all done. For the moment, the nanobots will just repair the hull of the ship, prioritising sealing breaches and keeping primary bulkheads intact. They’ll continue to operate at all times, and will begin repairs the moment a shot impacts, though don’t expect them to save you from significant fire. I have directed them to avoid your ships systems for now, until I can get a better understanding of how your ship works, its safer to let your people repair anything complex. If you run out of material for repairs, you can bring small asteroids onboard and the nanobots will take what they can and restock your supplies. For the moment, there is a limited number of nanobots onboard, but if you like how they work, we can see about altering your foundry to construct replacements… That is likely a topic for another day though.”
Roche nodded as he watched the crate open up to reveal a number of sealed cylinders, which opened with a few taps to dispense the nanites inside, distorting the air like a heat haze, with wavy lines, before spreading out.
He walked over to another console on which sat a radio, and activated the internal comm. The message was passed up to the bridge, and quickly distributed across the ship. “Attention all hands, this is the admiral. In a few minutes, technical assistance from the Valorous Intent will begin to make itself known through the usage of nanotechnology. Be aware that the hull will begin to seemingly repair itself without any outside assistance, and act accordingly. I have had full assurances that they pose no health risk to the crew, and continue as normal. That is all.”
Roche returned to hear the rest of Valerie’s explanation on the nanobots and what the nanobots would do while they were active. He nodded as Valerie finished, keeping that in mind so he could relay the direction to Engineering and the bridge later on. “I see,” he replied. “Well, thank you for your assistance. It certainly makes things easier on us. And being stuck in this galaxy, as least until we can figure out where the Milky Way is, helping one another is certainly in common interest.”
“I agree, And I believe Captain Shohashi will too. But I fear even if we are able to return to the correct galaxy… It will be too late. By that time, the battle with the Nietzscheans that rages even now will be over. And with their projected fleet size, no scenario I have yet simulated has ended well for the Commonwealth. But enough of that. Once the medical team finishes instructing your crew on the use of medical nanobot, I should get back to the Intent.” As the usual storage point of the valorous Intent AI’s emotions, Valerie felt quite disheartened by remembering what was likely happening to all her brother and sister ships right now. That, and it almost seemed like she was betraying them by not dying with them. But she wouldn’t voice those feelings to a total stranger.
That was interesting to learn, and Roche couldn’t help but comment on it. “I see. We have our own deadline, though there have been enough distractions to ignore it for the moment, that by the time we return Earth will have been conquered by the White Comet Empire. We can only hope that the Yamato will be able to succeed without us.” He nodded in acceptance of her latter statement, and moved over to wait for the return of the crewmembers.
That wouldn’t take too long, them having been ferried via automated walkway and lifts to the med bay, where the Doctors had been working on what patients there were, medical staff depleted a bit due to the assistance they had provided to the Culling of Prospero. The dispersal of medical nanobots had been effective and relatively easy, and soon the rest of the Valorous Intent crewmembers were back in the hangar, ready to return to their vessel. From there it was a simple matter to load them and their gear back onto the Cosmo Seagull and return them to the dorsal drone bay from which they had departed, both parties satisfied and none the worse for wear, if not exactly comforted by all they had learned of each other. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,083 | 1,299 | 51 | 463 | 546 | “Captain Weston, a pleasure to meet you, I am Captain Rhea Shohashi. I agree with your assessment of the situation - It seems this Empire has declared war on us all simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, though, how we arrived at that place is a matter for further discussion. I propose that in the immediate future we gather as many of these ships as are willing to cooperate and make a hasty escape. As the old earth saying goes, ‘Safety in numbers.’”
USS Aurora - Bridge
Captain Weston heard the message and did a double take, but before he could say anything Frank interrupted his thoughts.
“Did she just say Earth?”
“Apparently” he said absently, hoping that the Commander Lannigan would tell them what the hell is going on. Other messages were coming in thick and fast and it was obvious that Katie was working double time to keep up. Her forehead was creased with lines of concentration, and not wanting to interrupt, left her to her own devices. Other vessels were appearing including another behemoth that had never been in the vicinity of the previous fire fight within the system. He may be captain, but sometimes he just didn’t have a clue what to do – like now. He was interrupted from his deepest thoughts by Katie.
“Captain – you need to hear this.”
"Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures. Repeat, this is the Battlestar Columbia, Identify yourselves immediately or we will be forced to take aggressive measures."
He could not help but shake his head sadly. For despite it’s apparent size, the demands and actions were those of the very fearful; but somehow he could not find it in his heart to be overly critical. All the ships present were trying their best to cope with ships and civilisations, and the sheer scope of the situation was likely well beyond anything in most codes of conduct and rules. This situation was well beyond anything Starfleet had ever trained them for.
“Katie, please send back this message. This is the USS Aurora, we mean no harm and you will find that a recent set of events befall those of us within the nearby system resulting in the local authorities opening fire. So I would request that you do not open fire – we do not want to attract any unwarranted attention, at least not before we all get a chance to arrange another rendezvous.”
Interrupted by his science officer, “Captain, our sensors detect that every life sign aboard that ship is human” he said, right eyebrow raised in thought.
“Confused L’Pel?”
“Indeed Captain. I cannot find any logical explanation for another ship to have come from Earth,” he paused, “not including that other Federation starship, except the blindingly obvious.”
“What would that be?” inquired Jonah, scratching his head, accidentally ruffling his hair.
“Alternate timelines” he replied. “It is the only thing that makes any kind of sense.”
“You’re referring to the Enterprise encountering the Narada, are you not?”
“Indeed I am lieutenant.”
“So all these vessels could come from another universe?”
“I can….”
“But what could cause so many vessels to end up here?” Marcus interrupted.
“Nothing natural, that we know of. Only some deliberate action by another party.” The Vulcan sighed. “But I neither like” he said adding emphasis, “nor do I understand who or what could or would do such a thing.”
Weston too was troubled by this conversation, and by what it could possibly entail. “It doesn’t bode well” he added speculatively.
“I agree Captain. It is almost as if……”
He turned to look back at the Vulcan. “Please elaborate.”
“Well not to use one of your old Earth religious notions, but almost some kind of intelligent design or action.”
“You mean we’re all here for some purpose?”
“If my conclusions are correct, the chances of so many civilisations all ending up in the same spot are astronomical to say the least.”
He thumped the arm of his chair, albeit not that hard. “Yes, they are.” He noticed L’Pel staring at the sensors again. “Is there a problem?”
“Apparently, the Valorous Intent has sent a small delegation to another ship.”
He nodded. “Okay let’s reply to them. Time to open up communications I feel.”
“This is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora, I am sorry for not replying sooner, but it seems the arrival of another ship, who were suitably worried by the seemingly large build up of unfamiliar vessels, and rightly so. However – I would like to invite you, or if you would prefer I could come aboard your vessel so that we may meet.”
"Captain! We have another vessel, one from within the system suddenly drop from some kind of FTL right next to Columbia."
"Dammit" he said starting to get really quite annoyed.
"Katie, open a communication to the Columbia and advise them that the other ship was from within the system and is not hostile, repeat not hostile."
"Understood Captain."
"Let's just hope that this situation does not get anymore tense than it already is."
"Here's hoping" replied Marcus at the helm.
"Perhaps we should set coordinates for somewhere a little farther away?"
"Good idea, send these coordinates to the Illustrious and Valorous Intent. They can then pass those details they trust the most." | Kinda rushed through writing the pre-departure scene. But everything is done now.
Ship Name: USS Illustrious (NCC-2558)
Ship Class: Excelsior Class, refit similarly to the Lakota
Excelsior Class
Refit 2380, one week out of stardock
Dimensions:
Length: 467m
Width: 180m
Height: 78m
Armament and primary system specifications:
12 Dual Emitter Phaser Banks
4 forward Photon/Quantum torpedo launchers
2 aft torpedo launchers
Transphasic Deflector Shield
Upgraded Warp Drive capable of warp factor 9.7
Impulse Drive
Transporters
Tractor Beam
Shuttle Complement consisting of:
6 type 11 shuttlecraft
1 Delta-type shuttlecraft
Crew complement: 750 crewmembers + 220 USS Magicienne Survivors
+Name: Noelle Tatham Poole
+Job: Acting captain, commander
+Description: Enthusiastic, smart and proactive, Tate was the up-and-coming officer recently assigned to the USS Illustrious as first officer under the late senior captain Pearson. Slim framed and in her mid-twenties, Noelle looks somewhat out of place as commander, and especially so as captain. Indeed, although she is well read and has good “street smarts,” the acting captain is fairly inexperienced for a person of her position. Nonetheless, she is quite the capable officer. Equipped with a disarming smile, a keen judicial compass, and natural-born leadership skills, she has the eyes and ears of her crew despite some of her odd social quirks and hobbies.
+Name: Lee Amagasaki
+Job: Lt. Commander, chief engineering officer
+Description: Lee is an older man in his mid to late thirties. He is well built but of average height. Unlike his captain, he has a more reserved, cautious personality, often erring on the side of safety, especially when it comes to the safety of his ship. He is prone to voicing a lot of his thoughts aloud, which occasionally becomes tiresome but can be helpful to an extent. Quite experienced, he has served on a number of missions and expeditions, including surviving the destruction of his ship in the Dominion War. As the second highest ranking officer aboard, he is now the de facto first officer.
+Name: Yuri Khamitov
+Job: Lieutenant, medical officer
+Description: Smart but arrogant and often condescending, Khamitov graduated Starfleet academy in the same class as Noelle. Close friends since the academy, he has saved her neck more than a couple times. He is somewhat bitter that his Starfleet counterpart was promoted much further up the chain than he was, and often makes jabs at her for this reason. Yuri doesn’t really go out often and he is rather scrawny. He’s a bit of a smartass and generally unpleasant like the EMH Mk I, but his crewmates know he is nice at heart. Kind of. Unfortunately (or not?) Yuri is the best medical officer the Illustrious has.
+Name: Nephenee Harper
+Job: Lieutenant junior grade; communications, operations, and science officer
+Description: Intelligent and well informed, Nephenee is the youngest and most junior member of the Illustrious bridge crew. Thrust into a set of new responsibilities after the death of their science officer, Nephenee shares the role of three positions. A person with a keen interest in history and science, Harper is more than helpful in giving any advice she can. She has a bit of a bookish, diplomatic personality.
“Captain Pearson, we’ve detected a large energy distortion bearing 051. It is very likely at our current heading we will intercept this anomaly. The USS Magicienne is also en route to investigate.”
The atmosphere on the bridge of the USS Illustrious was very relaxed. They had just come out of space dock fresh on a new mission with a new crew and recently refit vessel.
“Very well,” said the captain. “All stop. Since we’re here first, let’s prepare a probe and continue on our former heading, lieutenant.”
“Yes sir, all stop,” replied the lieutenant manning the helm. Moving his hand across the LCARS interface, he maneuvered the starship into stopped position a little way from the detected distortion.
“Launch a class-1 probe,“ started captain Pearson, addressing his first officer, commander Poole. “Contact Starfleet, perhaps they can send out a science vess-“
“Captain! The USS Magicienne just dropped out of warp,” interrupted the science officer. “Wait, they’re too close, they’re being pulled in by the gravity of the distortion!”
The atmosphere in the room tensed immediately. Raising an eyebrow, Pearson looked ahead of him.
“Onscreen, lieutenant.”
The gray-haired audibly cursed as he saw the Sovereign Class vessel tumbling towards the massive white rift laid out before them.
“Captain, I recommend closing to tractor beam range and tractor them out,” said the science officer.
Pearson bit his lip. “..Alright, helmsman, get on it. One third impulse and close to tractor beam range. Harper, the tractor beam on my mark.”
“One third impulse-“ began the helmsman. But before he could finish his sentence, the USS Illustrious was rocked by a massive jolt as it too was caught by the energy distortion and began to tumble toward it… |
48,084 | 1,299 | 52 | 2,328 | 1,042 | This entire area was in chaos. Ships were still just popping in out of nowhere. It was a wonder that it hadn’t all just devolved into a big free for all firefight already. Still, that was a good thing. The rather blunt crew of the massive metallic megalith had transmitted, with their primitive radios, their intention to assist in the Intent’s humanitarian activities, once they’d sent a team to make sure they weren’t ‘Cylons’ whatever they were. Rhea transmitted back, again only on audio as they likely wouldn’t be able to receive any more complex signals.
“I assure you, I am one hundred percent pure Nietzschean. I am fairly certain we have no ‘Cylons’ aboard, though not knowing what a Cylon is, I honestly couldn’t say.”
Cutting the comms, she then addressed the next message.
“This is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora, I am sorry for not replying sooner, but it seems the arrival of another ship, who were suitably worried by the seemingly large build up of unfamiliar vessels, and rightly so. However – I would like to invite you, or if you would prefer I could come aboard your vessel so that we may meet.”
“That is a very gracious offer Captain Weston. My ship lacks small craft and I will not break formation with the Andromeda while my people are aboard, so you will have to meet me on my ship. I will make sure the dorsal bay has space to land a small craft.”
Of course, she also wanted to meet this Captain Weston on familiar territory, where she would have the advantage. The idea of seeing his ship up close was somewhat appealing, but largely useless, as unlike her AI, she could only infer vulnerabilities, not scan the area down to the last bolt and weld.
As co-ordinates came in from the Aurora, she also had them forwarded to the Andromeda with an explanation of what they were for. They seemed like a reliable ally, and Rhea could always use more of those. | My ships not that small....
But then again, we small ships will dance around that big flying brick of a hive all day long.... ;)
Also, I imagine my ship will probably want to hang out with the Icarus. And I mean that literally, Valerie for all intents and purposes is the ship, and she'll like having another AI (or two) to talk to.
Ship Name: Valorous Intent
Ship Class: Eternal Vigilance
Ship Wikia Link: Eternal Vigilance
Notable Crew:
Captain Rhea Shohashi (Nietzschean)
Valerie (Ships Avatar)
More to come as needed
The mood on the bridge of the Valorous Intent was a sombre one.
Captain Rhea Shohashi stood at the helm station awaiting the order to slipstream. She had decided to fly the ship herself for what felt like the journey to its final battle. The Intent’s destination was, ultimately, Fountainhead - the homeworld of the Nietzschean people. The High Guard would regroup and prepare for the attack at the Witchhead Nebula first.
Rhea had thought for a long time about whether she would go through with this. It was one thing to stand with the Commonwealth over her Nietzschean brothers and sisters. It was entirely another to participate in the attack on the homeworld of her people, even if it would stop this senseless war. But to stand down and not fight would, in the long run, be her death. As a Nietzscean, it was her duty, her very purpose, to survive, to cheat death by any means. That was why she stood here today, a loyal member of the High Guard, protecting what remained of the Systems Commonwealth. All in the name of survival.
She was broken from her reverie by the voice of the ships AI, affectionately called Valerie by the crew, and the pale face the AI had chosen appearing on the rightmost of the three rectangular screen that dominated the front of the bridge. “The fleet will is in formation. Slipstream in five… four… three… two…”
“Streaming.” Rhea said as she activated the Valorous Intents Slipstream drive, tearing a hole in space in front of the ship before diving headlong into the twisting, unnatural realm. The screen in front of Rhea showed the slipstream rails in front of her, and in the distance, further along the same rail this ship was on, she could make out the reassuring silhouette of a Glorious Heritage class cruiser. All seemed to be going as it should, until moments before they were supposed to arrive. Valerie’s hologram appeared next to the helm station and started speaking immediately, with an unusual urgency in her voice “Captain I’m detecting an unknown -” She was cut off as everything flashed white and everyone on the ship was thrown forward in a sudden complete deceleration. “Radiation.” She finished, the hologram the only figure on the bridge not affected by force. Rhea picked herself up from the floor slowly, even her Nietzschean enhanced strength not being enough to save her from being thrown clear of the navigation station, and looked around her bridge. It was a mess, with High Guard officers sprawled unceremoniously across the floor. “That was not a normal Slipstream exit.” She said as other officers began picking themselves up. She spoke again, this time with some trepidation as to the answer.
“Where are we?” |
48,085 | 1,299 | 53 | 2,117 | 9,071 | BS-14 Columbia - C.I.C
The first ship responded over the speakers, what first sounded like merely some complications and maybe some form of history being wiped out, what he said next just sounded plain stupid. No idea where or when they were. That was just ridiculous. "I apologise to sound the pessimist however alternate dimensions are just as likely as time travel. It is far more likely that we both had errors in our jump systems that caused us to jump well beyond our respective red lines. However due to our origins being along the same lines though I doubt either of us were trained for diplomacy I am willing to negotiate some form of treaty until we can find our ways home." He got a look from Phillips though he just shook it away to the fact that they needed at least another ship if they were to survive.
Alarms began blaring as the DRADIS console pinged. "DRADIS contact, right along our starboard side. It's split into two contacts and one of them is CBDR.""Veer away starboard. Have the closest gun platforms target and destroy.""Starboard, Aye sir."" Jaffey on communications spoke up. "Sir, one of the other vessels claiming to be from some federation claims that the new vessel means no harm after identifying themselves." "Ensure you only target the debris heading towards us, have the gun batteries hold fire. If contact is inevitable then we will fire upon it. Launch the SAR Raptor and hail the station offering our assistance." He watched as Jaffy put the messages out to both the new vessel and the federation vessel that hailed them claiming that the fragmented ship was friendly.
He turned as the response from the Valerie was played. They weren't human, unless they had a different word for human that was. He decided to put this off on hold for now, as another DRADIS ping alerted them to a new ships appearance. "DRADIS contact, no hails as off yet to any of the new vessels." Everyone continued to work around CIC, almost shouting as things continued to escalate. "Sir, we're getting a transmission from the new ship on an open frequency."
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The CR90 corvette broadcasting the frequency of the Alderaanian identification had two of the few remaining Jedi on board. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Grandmaster Yoda. Yoda could sense something strange about these vessels, he could sense living beings however they were not connected to the Force. It was as if they had only recently been introduced to it. However what he could sense was a level of good in them, well. All except one ship to which he sensed a hunger. He could sense their confusion, so decided that he would not be best to make first contact. So instead Obi-Wan Kenobi transmitted to all the vessels in local space. "I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am afraid to say you have arrived in a time of conflict. After a war that ravaged the galaxy followers of the Dark Side of the Force have seized control of the Republic and reformed it into the Galactic Empire. We have sensed the good in most of you, and seek your help. With your assistance we feel we could free the Galaxy before it is ever enslaved."
He took a breath. "We invite you aboard our vessel, and are willing to transmit any navigational data or historical data you desire." | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,086 | 1,299 | 54 | 832 | 3,741 | “In any case, we need to get up to speed with the Aurora,” continued Noelle, nodding toward Alara. “Let’s see what they’ve learned from the other ships.”
USS Aurora - Bridge
He was partially slumped in his chair, to say he was fatigued would be a colossal understatement, but then a quick glance across the bridge – it was the same across the board. At this point he’d had enough, but his crew came first. Standing, he decided to make an announcement.
“Can I have you attention everyone?”
As they turned in his direction, he spoke once more. “Okay, all main bridge crew, I order you all to go get some rest. I need you at your best for what is to come.”
What about you, sir?” Inquired the Vulcan politely, but there were clearly undertones of concern.
“Once you’ve all gotten a good five hours then I’ll go do the same.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you went now sir?” He hadn’t heard his Chief Medical Officer get off the turbolift.
“Not really. I can’t fly the ship, use weapons, listen to communications nor conduct science scans.” His head moved side-to-side, “Well I can, but not at the same time. So I need my senior staff rested and refreshed.”
“Yes sir.”
“Jonah, give me a stimulant.”
“Are you really sure that’s necessary?”
“Yes, I’ve got to go meet the Captain of the Valorous Intent. So I kinda need to be awake for that.”
“Are you sure? It’s always so much quieter when you’re asleep.” He deadpanned, “We get so much more work done.” It was at this point he started to whistle innocently, staring absently at the view screen. A couple of other officers smiled then went about their business.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
As he turned to exit the bridge, “I’ll have a nurse come up shortly. It’ll only last you three hours though.”
He shook his head, could not hold back the good-natured smile. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually the Captain.”
He went to communications, and contacted the Illustrious, “Captain Noelle. This is Captain Weston. It is good to finally see your face now that we at least have a quiet half hour. I have just dismissed my senior bridge staff to go get some sleep, and would suggest that you do the same – depending on how your repairs are. I am just on my way to meet the Captain of the Valorous Intent, and formally invite you to join me if you are able. I am just heading down to the shuttle bay now. So if you need a ride, just let me know. Otherwise I hope to you see you there.” He then sent the coordinates.
Within a couple of minutes the replacement bridge staff arrived. Getting ready to give a good first impression, and all that, it was time to make diplomatic contact. “Lieutenant Duran, you have command. Ensure the shuttle is ready for launch when I get there.”
“Yes sir.”
As he entered the turboloft, felt the beginnings of a headache begin with tension across his shoulders. He just needed another hour, or so, and then he’d get some sleep, even if it was a catnap. Although he deeply suspected it’d end up far more than that. But right now, he had a job to do. As the doors opened the shuttle bay was reasonably active, but considering that they’d just undertaken a major rescue and repair operation of the Illustrious, it was hardly surprising.
“That is a very gracious offer Captain Weston. My ship lacks small craft and I will not break formation with the Andromeda while my people are aboard, so you will have to meet me on my ship. I will make sure the dorsal bay has space to land a small craft.”
Shuttlecraft
He opened communications with the VI. “Captain Shohashi, this is Captain Weston of the USS Aurora. I am just departing now, so please be aware that my shuttle is inbound.” Hitting ignition watched as his ship became a distant object as he headed towards the unknown. It became quite obvious just how small the other vessel was, but that did not mean too much and looks, and size, could be quite deceitful thing. He’d ordered the Aurora to come in a bit closer, just in case an emergency beam out was required. He only hoped it would not be. The other vessel was rapidly approaching, and watched as the hanger doors opened to allow entry. As he landed, with barely a bump, waiting for the ramp to descend, sighed, and exited with only a communicator.
OOC: Arrived on the Valorous Intent. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,087 | 1,299 | 55 | 1,513 | 1,883 | Culling of Prospero:
Aboard the ship, Kurn had headed down to the cargo holds, he had received a vox saying that Worf had headed down there after the battle. He found the great Wraithlord stood in front of a large Door with a pair of Deathwatch Terminators trying to convince him to turn around. "GET BACK TO YOUR CAGE, ALIEN FILTH!!!" one of the Terminators roared at him.
"I sense a presence... One I have not felt since..." Worf muttered.
"What are you doing, brother?" asked Kurn. the Terminators bowed to reveal the Space Wolves symbols on their shoulder Pauldrons. "What is going on here?" asked the Wolf Lord.
"These people are guarding a secret, an ancient one..." he said.
"We have our orders from the Inquisitor, nobody is to enter this hold without permission from the Inquisitor." a Terminator replied.
"As a Wolf Lord of Fenris, I hereby order you to grant me access." the Terminators looked at each other. It really pained them to say the following, as though they were betraying High King Grimnar.
"I'm sorry, but i'm afraid that isn't good enough..."
"Then open it, by order of the Inquisition." said a voice from behind Kurn. He turned to see Viqtor. "I believe that he has a right to see who is behind that door." said Viqtor. The Terminators saluted, before pressing a button. The door opened to a dark chamber. As they walked inside, the door closed behind them, leaving them in the dark, before the lights came on and Kurns jaw dropped at the sight before him. Worf's would have as well, had he a jaw to drop.
"I... Is that...?" Kurn stammered, before immediately falling on one knee, Worf following him.
"I am not worthy of this honour..." boomed Worf. "This alien body is offensive to be in the company of he..." Viqtor then walked towards the giant body that they grovelled before.
"What is... Why is... How is Lord Bjorn here?" asked Kurn as he stood up again and looked at the Dreadnought. "AND WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS?!?!?!" he growled at the Inquisitor.
"Because he wasn't supposed to be here with us. When I was last at the Fang, I was told that he wanted to come and meet the Grey Knights on Terra, to see how they are trained and learn their history. He was quite fascinated with them. We were to hand him over to a Blackship in exactly 4 days time." replied Viqtor. They stood in silence for a minute before Kurn looked around.
"We need to wake him..." he said. Viqtor smiled for a second, but it faded almost instantly when he saw the serious look on Kurns face.
"You cannot be serious." said Viqtor.
"He is the single wisest of the father order... Of the entire Adeptus Astartes!" he said. "We are out of our depth, if we are to successfully return to Imperium space, then Lord Bjorns assistance would be invaluable."
"Lord Bjorn knows less about the situation than we do." reasoned Viqtor.
"I will do whatever it takes to protect my men." said Kurn. "If that involves waking Bjorn the Fellhanded, then so be it. I suspect he will be pleased to be going back to war."
"You don't seem to realize what you are suggesting." said Viqtor. "You are suggesting that we awaken a being, second in age only to the Immortal God Emperor himself. Just so that we can ask him about something that we know that he knows nothing about... This is insanity."
"Either you wake him, or I will have Lemanicus do so." Viqtor thought for a second. That half crazed Iron Priest would no doubt want to tinker with Bjorns body, trying to upgrade it." Viqtor sighed before walking over to a control panel, pressing a button, then sliding a toggle upwards. There was a buzzing, then a whirring, then finally, a belch of smoke from the exhaust ports behind the giant, then a loud, phlegmy cough, before the great beast moved.
"Why... Have I been... Awoken?" he boomed, Kurn noticably shuddered as he spoke.
"My-my lord." stammered Kurn.
"... Young Kurn..." he said, looking down at him. He then looked up at Worf. "The situation... Must indeed... Be dire if... Eldar... Are allowed to be here...."
"I am not Eldar." said Worf. "I am a Loyal son of Russ."
"What madness has happened in my slumber?" asked Bjorn, looking back and forth between Kurn and Worf. At that point, the door opened and Aminah walked through, the door closing immediately.
"Why... Why is Lord Bjorn awake?" she asked, looking at the now moving Dreadnought. "A..." she stammered as Bjorn began waddling towards her. "We have been contacted by another vessel, claiming that they wish to meet to discuss the current situation. They are apparently locals." she never took her eyes off of the approaching dreadnought.
"I will deal with this." Viqtor and Kurn said together.
"Please... Go..." said Bjorn. "I need to awaken fully." he yawned. "And maybe this lovely young specimen can brief me on our current situation." The pair of them left towards the closest Vox Caster, Viqtor pressed a button "Patch us through to the contacting ship." he said. He then heard the message.
"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am afraid to say you have arrived in a time of conflict. After a war that ravaged the galaxy followers of the Dark Side of the Force have seized control of the Republic and reformed it into the Galactic Empire. We have sensed the good in most of you, and seek your help. With your assistance we feel we could free the Galaxy before it is ever enslaved."
"Well, I most certainly don't want those heretics to rule the galaxy." Viqtor said to Kurn. "This is The Culling of Prospero to Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Priority Vox, Channel Primeris." he said. "I am intrigued by your call for help. If you would like to come aboard so we can discuss this, we would be more than welcome to assist you." he said. Kurn looked at the Inquisitor with distrust. He hoped he knew what he was doing. The last person he had let on his ship, they were now at war with. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,088 | 1,299 | 56 | 1,513 | 1,883 | The door to the meeting room of the Jedi ship opened and was entered by the Rune Priest Lord and the Inquisitor. Kurn was wearing his ceremonial Artificer Armour, He held his staff in his hand. He looked around as many of the eyes of the room suddenly came onto him. The Inquisitor, however looked rather inconspicuous next to him, wearing a long coat with a swinging gold Inquisitor sigilet. He nodded to the many captains around, noting that most of them were human. This was comforting. He then noted the elephant in the room... Or should he say, alien in the room, as the short green creature sat at the head of the table on a hovering chair. Kurn easily held back his usual growl of frustration. With everything going on, he wasn't particularly bothered with his Xenophobia. It could only serve to worsen the situation. They needed time to rest and repair the ship, so fighing this alien was out of the question, even if it was only the one, he sensed immense power from it. He looked down at one of the chairs that the others were to sit down at. There was little doubt that it wouldn't be able to take the weight of his armour, so he chose to stand, rather than suffer the indignity of trying to sit, only for the chair to give way and sending him sprawling on his back. The Inquisitor did sit, however. He stared around the room, smiling at everyone,he was psyker scanning them.
"I believe." he said loudly. "That we should all sit and listen to what this diminutive Xeno has to say. Please, sit." he said to each of the representatives. | Ship Name: Lupaegis
Ship Class: Morningstar-Class
Ship Specifications:
3 x 3 Heavy beam cannons
2 x 2 Nu'Bori'Bori cannons (Ctarl-Ctarl designed Super Heavy Partical cannons)
15 x 5 AA-Laser cannons
10 x 25 SAM rapid-fire missile launchers.
10 x 1 Missile tubes
1 X 1 Caster Cannon (Fires Tao magic infused shells, essentially a Caster gun large enough to mount onto a Battleship)
Sub Ether Engines (Their FTL engines. These engines break through the barriers between Space and Subspace (Known as The Ether) allowing the vessel to travel much faster... It's essentially the same as the Jump Engines from B5, only they don't create giant gaping portals. Takes a few minutes to warm up.)
A.I. Interface (The ship is outfitted with an ALFRED-class A.I. (Advanced Life Form Reading Educated Device) They simply call him Alfred. It is a fully functional A.I., able to perform complicated tasks, as well as learn and expand its programming.)
Battle A.I. BioAndroid Interface unit (Located at the back of the bridge is a tank for a BioAndroid. When the BioAndroid is placed in the tank, their mind is hooked up to the entire ship... At this point, the ship is able to respond with reflexes far surpassing the average human brain, which is already impressive. This can be a little distracting as... The BioAndroid has to be naked for this to work... It doesn't both them, but the crew on the other hand...)
Length: 920M
Width: 400M (Including Wings)
Height: 200M
2 Support Grappler Cruisers (Grappler Cruisers are much smaller than they sound, about 100 Meters in length. They sport a pair of large arms built for combat. These arms can hold weapons such as swords, axes, guns and other things. They are heavily favoured by Pirates, but Aegiswolf prides itself on being the only company in their price range to offer Grappler Ships. These 2 are XGP-15 class vessels. They are equipped with a dorsal and ventral laser cannon, missile tubes and their Grappler Arms, as well as an Assault Ram. Assault Rams are powerful ram devices that carry a squad of marines inside, when the ram hits an enemy hull, a laser-assisted drill burrows its way into the hull to deliver the marines to do their job.)
A custom built battleship, she was built as an escort vessel, to transport things from one place to another. She contains vast cargo bays and a large entertainment complex to keep the crew, as well as any business men that are travelling aboard, entertained. These include a sports area, as well as a strip club with prostitutes that are provided by liscenced establishments (Ctarl-Ctarl are highly aggressive enough as is, without them being sex-starved)
Notable Crew:
Captain James Hindrey: President of Aegiswolf LTD, he took over the company from his father. Initially, he joined the Space Forces and made it all the way up to captain, but was forced to resign when he found out about the corruption and dirty dealings with the larger Pirate groups, and refused to play along with it. He is a man of honour and decorum. His main weapon of choice is either a double barrelled pistol or, in a pinch, his Caster. He is rarely seen without his fathers captain uniform
First Officer Kayura Hindrey: Second in command, Vice President of Aegiswolf LTD and wife to Captain Hindrey. She was from a middle-class family and attempted to join the military. However, someone from her background could only go so far. as soon as her term was up, she left the military and looked for work as a mercenary. Soon, she found herself employed by Aegiswolf LTD, where she met her future husband.
Tarrik Hindrey: Son of Captain Hindrey, Tarrik is one of the only known Ctarl-Ctarl-Human hybrids. He is a mischievous soul that knows the layout of the entire ships crawlways off by heart, in fact, several times when he's been in trouble, he escaped into there and wasn't found until a few days later. He also knows his way around the computer systems and is proud of the fact that he can hack into the crew schedules in 3 minutes flat.
Flint Maximoff: Although very little is known about his life prior to joining Aegiswolf LTD, what is known is that he is a skilled Tao Magician, and that he has previous dealings with the captain. Flint has an uneasy relationship with the captain, but is nonetheless a valued member of the crew.
Kirkwood: Kirkwood is a Saurian, a Half-man, Half-dinosaur with exceptional amounts of strength and rock-hard skin. Kirkwood was formerly a soldier in the space forces, but when he was caught in terrorist sabotage of his ship, he was rendered quadriplegic, the only way for his to regain the use of his lost limbs was the dangerous Saurian treatment, in which he would be infused with Dinosaur DNA. It worked, and after many years of service, he left the military in order to join up with a Private Security Firm on frontier space, where he believed he could do a lot more good. His weapons of choice are a Bastard Sword and a Heavy Machine-gun
Chiko: Chiko is a Corbanite mechanic, one of the best, he's known as a miracle worker, turning write-off's into Great Heifong Race winners. There is also a saying on the ship "Never play cards with Chiko..."
Setsuna Patelly: A Bio Android, built to serve as the A.I. for the head if one of the larger Pirate groups, she was, however, liberated during an Aegiswolf raid on the base she was being created in. The equipment was repurposed and worked into the design of their ship, Lupaegis, and now she serves as their Battle A.I. assisting to coordinate battles. However, as part of her programming, she is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant.
"Old Man" Yewkaria A grizzled Outlaw and famed Grappler, few have seen as much combat as he has. Grapplers are the best there are at Grappler combat and Yewk', in his younger days, was definitely in that catagory. His body has aged, but his whits have only honed with it.
Pre-Departure Scene:
Routine patrol missions usually are the most boring ones that Aegiswolf get assigned with. That being said, they usually pay well and use little to no ammunition, meaning that it was usually one of the most profitable. That being said, Captain Hindrey was still rather bored in his chair as he looked out of the main viewscreen at the empty blackness of space. "Alfred, Changes?" he asked. A small canister with a face lowered down and looked the captain in the eyes, before a pair of arms popped out and saluted.
"I regret to inform you that there are no changes, captain." said the computers voice. "Would you prefer that I told you that a pirate raiding party was dropping out of Sub-Ether?" he asked.
"Not really..." he replied. At that point, the lights dimmed and the red lights began flashing.
"Unfortunately, it is my duty to inform you that exactly that has happened." it said. At that point, Setsuna jumped up from a station and ran to the back of the bridge, standing with her back to the tank, she disappeared down a hatch and reappeared in the tank, completely naked with her arms folded across her chest.
"All hands, man battlestations!" her voice said through the ships speakers. "Ships closing on intercept course... Suggest retreating to point 260-125, where we can engage them more favourably, with the assistance of Lucky the Fighting Bull" James thought for a second. Lucky the Fighting Bull was a Missile boat that had been hired for the same job, they could take a few pirates, but as she said, they were out of range, and they could go to sub-ether, making them follow. If they had the assistance of Lucky, then they could use less ammo, and would assure their victory.
"Alright, let's jump to sub-ether." said James.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" yelled the voice of his Ctarl-Ctarl bride as she burst onto the bridge. "WE DON'T RUN FROM A BUNCH OF PIRATES! WE HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM!!!" she screamed.
"Dear, if you could keep calm, we aren't running, we're luring them." replied James.
"8 seconds to Ether penetration- more ships dropping out of Sub-Ether" she said.
"What? Why didn't we detect them before?" asked James.
"Confirmed, 50 meters off the port bow, they're firing." added Alfred. At this point, they couldn't take evasive action, as their engines were totally dedicated to breaching the ether field, aborting the jump could damage their engines irreparably.
"3...2...1..." The Ether field penetration happened at the exact same time as their engines were hit. the Ship was consumed by the Ether as it was violently thrown into the vast unknown subspace dimension. Inside of the ship, they witnessed as the Ether seemed to almost rip the ship apart around them.
"So, this is how we buy it?" asked James, although, he had serious doubts as to whether anyone heard him. |
48,089 | 1,299 | 57 | 832 | 3,741 | It had been a quick trip from the bridge of the Andromeda, where Hijikata had left Cabrera in charge while he was gone and Roche was busy, to the hanger bay, passing by the shuttle that belonged to the Jotunheim in the process. He had gotten aboard another Cosmo Seagull with some security personnel and was transported across the void from the Space Battleship to the vessel that they had been welcomed aboard, from the locals in this universe who weren't shooting at them. In terms of making friends, that was a good start.
Arriving, Hijikata exited the craft to see a myriad of others already there or approaching, from the other nearby ships. It made the security officers he was with nervous, but there was nothing to be done about it. They were left behind to guard the ship while Hijikata moved to the conference room in which they would be meeting
He took a seat on the left side, near the head of the table, in a place where he could talk, listen, and not be obstructed of view. In his navy blue Captain's uniform, he then sat back to watch, and wait for the meeting to begin. There was a variety of people entering, in different dresses and styles, such as the almost outlandish figure that entered wearing armor of all things. Then there was the small green alien, that for all appearances exuded an aura of wisdom, though that might have just been the white hair talking.
Well, he didn't need to be told to do so, and he sat while the two escorts he had remained standing and unobtrusive, ready to intervene if necessary, as Hijikata looked to their hosts, wondering what they would have to say. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,090 | 1,299 | 58 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Collab between RogerD & Sundered Echo
The shuttle from Andromeda had just returned Rhea's medical staff and departed only moments before the shuttle with Captain Weston aboard arrived in the bay. The whole process took an irritatingly long time considering that the bay had to be shut and pressurized between each arrival, and this bay was not designed for that. Only once the bay doors had shut could Rhea, Valerie and a small security detail enter to meet their new arrival. Inside the bay, the shuttle he had arrived on looked very out of place - its form very blocky and square next the elegantly curved High Guard drones that took up nearly fifty percent of the bay’s space, though some had obvious battle damage and one was stopped half way through construction.
Rhea immediately recognised the man that stepped out of the shuttle as the same one from the video communication earlier, tacky uniform and all. He appeared to have no equipment of any sort on him save for his badge and a small angular device that looked more like a primitive comm unit than a weapon. That was a very trusting thing to do, and certainly not something Rhea would do. She had expected a sidearm at least. In the absence of that, she had to assume he was a very skilled combatant. No human could really be that trusting of a complete stranger.
“Welcome aboard the Valorous Intent Captain Weston.” If he were Nietzschean, or even respected commonwealth, this would be where she introduced herself by her full name. But he wasn’t and she doubted he’d be interested in her genealogy, and he wouldn’t have a clue what the stereotype was that came with Kenja pride would be either. Normally, she would also be greeting visitors with Lieutenant Mirrors of Starlight at her side as well, but she would not expose these people to the more exotic aliens aboard the crew until she knew it wouldn’t cause issues.
“If you’ll follow me to the observation deck we can discuss the situation in some degree of comfort. This hangar is not designed for this kind of use and it would be best to keep it empty of living beings.”
Peter nodded but could not help as his gaze wandered towards some of the crew, which were decidedly not human. In fact he was fairly certain they looked like robots, lacking any outer skin or semblance of humanity. In fact he was fairly sure Rhea was subtly watching, out of the corner of her eye. So far he’d only glanced at bones protruding out of her uniform, unsure whether they were part of her, or the uniform, although he suspected the former. Short of running any kind of scan – which could easily be interpreted as rude, or some odd breach of protocol, thought it better to ask the question later.
Other than what he saw, could not help but idly wonder if all the aliens onboard were human, or if there were any nonhumans on board. It would be a question he’d ask shortly. His eyes moved left and right as they wandered the hallway.
“So tell Captain. Are all your crew humans or are there any nonhumans on board?”
“The Systems Commonwealth accepts all species willing to join.” Rhea answered carefully.
He smiled he knew a veiled answer when he heard one. “I’m glad to hear that” he replies gleefully. “So would it be safe to assume that you’re keeping nonhumans out of sight, so as not to avoid scaring anyone?”
“Assuming you don’t scare easily, the answer is yes.” Rhea said with a sly smile. “This ships compliment consists primarily of Than, Perseid and Humans. There are several Inari aboard, and a few others of less populous species. I am the only Nietzschean aboard. The species encountered by the Systems Commonwealth haven’t always responded well to the variety encountered within our crews, I am glad you are not among them, however I shall continue to hide the presence of the non-humans until I know more about all of our companions.”
“You know it had never crossed my mind to do the same. I’ll make a note next time I’m on my ship.” Taking a brief pause, “We also have lots of humanoids on board too.” He let that sink in for a minute.
As she answered they were approaching the room, the door opening to reveal a rather plush room. He waited until she sat down, courtesy and all that. Rhea took a seat facing the large window that presently gave a view of the Andromeda’s prow off to the side and the Aurora and Illustrious in the distance ahead. She was careful in phrasing her answer to gauge the man's reaction before giving him any real information.
“It seems to me that none of the ships present here have arrived where they intended. Even if we all used Slipstream drives, I would find it hard to believe that we all suffered the 0.001 percent chance and arrived here, far beyond the known worlds, by accident. Have you been able to discern anything about how we arrived here, or how we might return?”
He shook his head negatively.
“Unfortunately not, but it seems that one of our sister ships – it is still to arrive, has informed us it may be something to do with quantum realities. We are all from other realities.” He held up a hand. “They’re over one hundred years in advance of us in many areas, and this kind of scanning is second nature to them.”
Rhea gave the other captain an incredulous look. “That, sounds ridiculous. Time Travel in the Slipstream is a recorded, if exceedingly rare, phenomena… But alternate dimensions… I’ll believe that when I see it proved.”
“It is quite troubling I have to say, but the Illustrious has had some encounters with beings claiming to be nigh-omnipotent, so they could easily be behind this. Personally even hearing myself say the words, I feel….kinda crazy.”
“You sound it too.” Rhea began before changing her tone a little. It wasn’t a Perseid or Vedran scientist she was dealing with here, he wouldn’t know that Nietzscheans tended to be blunt about things that seemed impossible. “Forgive me if I sound abrupt, but it is Nietzschean nature to be skeptical. Nigh omnipotent beings and alternate dimensions all sound a little far fetched to me. Though on the infinitesimal chance you are right, I relish the chance to be the first Nietzschean to travel through dimensions.”
“As much as it is an opportunity to explore, being a universe away and no way home is somewhat depressing, to say the least. If you know what I mean?”
“I do.” Rhea said. She hadn’t really thought about the fact that she was the only Nietzschean in a mind bendingly large area of space. She had always assumed that after a good tour of duty in the High Guard she’d find a nice Nietzschean alpha male to settle down with. Maybe start a Pride. That would be difficult now, unless she could get back. “I dare say I’d already be the envy of many a Nietzschean with my actions thus far. But its all a waste of time if I never see another of my kind again.”
“You mentioned slipstream, I presume this is how you go faster than light?”
Rhea smiled at that. Slipstream was complicated to explain and not really knowledge he needed right now, but he seemed worthy of at least a cursory explanation. “Slipstream. Its not the best way to travel faster than light… Just the only way. Or so the old saying went until it was apparently proved wrong a few hours ago. We shift into a sort of alternate dimension and travel along gravitational strings between large masses in the universe. Navigation is something more of an artform than a science, when the string encounters a branch, the pilot must decide which route to take in an instant without any indication of which is correct. A machine has a fifty percent chance of choosing correctly. An organic pilot has a ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent chance of choosing correctly. The amount of time spent in slipstream does not relate to distance either. It can be faster to travel to the next galaxy than the next system on occasion.”
“Wow….And I don’t mean to sound…….” Weston took a moment to think about it. “It is almost as though we’re going over basics as things so different where you’re from. I mean if Starfleet could ever utilise slipstream to travel to other galaxies. It is mind boggling. Not sure we’re ready for that yet though.” He paused, before continuing. “Exactly, and I suspect many of us use different forms. We use warp drive for instance which many have thought has similarities to the old idea of the alcubierre drive. But it is different.”
He took a breath. "We invite you aboard our vessel, and are willing to transmit any navigational data or historical data you desire."
“I guess it is turning out to be some kind of party?” He smiled, although it was overlaid with an intense tiredness, and an almost imperceptible sadness. He was hoping the other captain did not notice. “Well what do you think Captain, do you want to cut our discussion short and visit their ship?”
Somehow he knew her answer would be yes, but in delicate situations such as these it paid to wait for an answer. | Ship Name: USS Aurora
Ship Class: Consitution
Notable Crew:
Captain: Peter Weston
First Officer: Alara Lannigan (Orion)
Science officer: L'Pel (Vulcan)
Helm: Marcus Frank
Communications: Katie Weller
Engineering: Michael Weller - wife of Katie.
Medical: Jonah Tobin
Pre-Departure Scene: Captain Weston looked out the viewer idly, this far in Federation he felt that very little could actually go wrong. Sure some secret Federation ship had crashed into Starfleet HQ, but for some reason that was impossible to shake was impending doom. Sitting upright watched his bridge crew perform standard tasks which at this moment were scanning the Neutral Zone for anything that could be a Klingon ship, or worse.
"Sir I'm getting something, but it cannot be right!"
Peter turned to his science officer. "What do you mean, cannot be right? What are getting?"
"It seems like the debris of a small klingon flotilla just came into range. They're all dead"
The urgency in his voice, obvious. "Send a transmission to Starfleet." A glance at Katie told him everything, even before she spoke.
"Something is jamming transmission."
"How many ships were destroyed?"
"At a guess, I'd say around fifty."
"Damn. Okay turn us round and get us out of range of whatever is jamming us."
L'Pel's fingers were busy at work scanning, and interpreting the readings. "Something is appraoching and dropping out of warp."
"Oh my god!" blurted Marcus. "It's huge." Sure enough was a enormous cylindrical object that dwarfed them, easily capable of swallowing them whole.
"Captain," interrupted L'Pel, pulling on his sleeves, clearly unnerved and for a Vulcan that was taught to control their emotions, it was worrying.
"Spit it out."
"It is made of pure neutronium, there is absolutely nothing we can do to damage it."
"Okay get us out of here."
Just as they streaked to warp the machine fired, the anti-protons altering warp conduit in which they travelled..........
There ya go, all done. |
48,091 | 1,299 | 59 | 832 | 3,741 | ((Part 1 of the collab between me and Penultimate))
Entrance went without incident. The Andromeda gladly opened its bays for the incoming EAF shuttle, which appeared as a more traditional sort of transport shuttle rather than the concise, bottle-nosed round canopy fighters that might've been seen before. It was outfitted with no real weapons whatsoever, and best served for when outings like this were necessary during spacial operations.
The shuttle touched down, guided by a flagger, and after a couple of moments the left-side door opened. An EAF bodyguard took point, working with another one behind to flank the appearance of Lieutenant Dietrich Atterburg. Their weaponry wasn't anything particularly outstanding - a stun laser handgun, each - given the local tendency for ship-to-ship combat as the norm. Nevertheless, it was good to exercise whatever caution was available, even with potential allies.
Atterburg was only vaguely aware of another EDF craft leaving the bay not long after they had arrived. Surely, with all the commotion going on in recent space, there was plenty to be facilitated. He hoped everything would go well, however much the situation might be out of his control.
In the meantime, Atterberg glanced around the hangar for whomever was meant to be giving him this tour of the ship. He was to be provided with information regarding their Wave Motion technology, in exchange for the Jotunheim's own specifications of tech. A direct communicator stood at the ready on his belt, though how well it could work among many other signal being slung about was dubious. Still, it was other humans they were dealing with here, so Atterburg wasn't expecting anything to go wrong.
The hangar bay received the shuttle without incident as the two Cosmo Seagulls departed for the Jedi vessel and the Jotunheim. The hangar certainly seemed busy, fighters refueled and rearmed, prepared for combat on a moments notice should the Imperials arrive once again. The technology might even seem familiar to those aboard, with missiles and kinetic weapons being the main armaments of the Cosmo Tiger II fighters.
As they disembarked, the party would be met by Engineering Chief Alex Sarkoza and some EDF Marines who stood at attention with pulse rifles, the Chief having come forth from the engine room to meet the new arrivals and show them around. He snapped off a salute as Atterburg came to stand before him. "Welcome aboard the EDFS Andromeda," he said with relatively little pomp and circumstance. "Apologies, but the Captain and XO are busy at the moment, so you'll have to do with me. In the interest of not wasting time, if you'll follow me I can take you to the engine room."
With Atterburg's approval, he would turn about and lead the way at a decent clip out of the hangar bay, their shuttle watched by some members of security, while two guards accompanied the group that went into the ship to make sure nothing happened. After the Impeiral visit they weren't about to take chances.
"Glad you could have me," Atterberg responded, snapping a similar salute and introducing himself after Sarkoza. "As long as you know what to share with me about your Wave Motion tech, then it shouldn't matter who guides me. Lead the way, sir." The lieutenant properly fell in step behind the chief.
The activity in the hangar was bustling. Large numbers of craft, most of which Atterberg could only imagine to be fighter ships, were being worked on. Some were being buffed out, others reloaded with missiles or other ammunition. The designs seemed to harken back to those vintage science fiction shows Atterberg used to watch, and again he was struck with how... surreal, this all felt. Not that this was anything on par with a Bydo Dimension encounter, but dealing with ships from completely different planes of reality, from another Earth so alike and yet so different? What was it like, without the Bydo? Or was there something else that had spurred them to this level...?
Looking elsewhere as he followed, Atterberg also noticed the presence what seemed to be trained and armed marine soldiers. Already a couple were accompanying them, and several more were securing the shuttle. A head-on fight with the Bydo was suicide and rarely ever seen, so the EAF's marine forces went unsung for many years. Perhaps that was why Atterberg couldn't help but regard it a bit oddly.
"Tight security..." The lieutenant mumbled, a bit louder than he had intended. As he was regarded, Atterberg tacked on, "Expecting a fight? I mean, looks like you have a lot of combat forces at the ready."
Sarkoza hadn't given the security too much thought, it just part of everything that the Earth Defense Forces had dealt with in the past several years since the Interplanetary Wars and First Contact. As such, Atterberg's comment took him by surprise as he led them through the hangar bay towards the passages that would lead to the engine room. He glanced over to the marines before shrugging. " We were en route to a fight when we wound up here, and they got taken along for the ride. Of course, they've already done some good work when that Imperial delegation that came to visit started shooting, so I'd prefer to have them than not," he replied.
They quickly enough departed the hangar bay, riding on automated conveyer belts through corridors to the lifts that carried them into the bowels of the ship and the Wave Motion Engine that ran the length of the entire thing. Past them, crewmen went about their business in blue uniforms with colored stripes that indicated the department they were from, with reds, blues, greens, yellows. It was a more formal attire compared to the white with colored arrow jumpsuits that the Star Force used, but they were special and their own branch so they got to do things like that.
Of course, not all the hallways were automated, and they had to take some detours to go around areas that had been damaged by Imperial weapons fire, but it did give the group form the Jotunheim time to see more of the ship, which would invoke a feel of a natural outgrowth of naval tradition transposed into a space setting. Automatic hatches with gunmetal grey walls and decoration, the ship mostly designed around utility and efficiency rather than aesthetics. As they went along Sarkoza had to wonder how the others on the Jotunheim were doing, if it was much the same as this.
Atterberg nodded in understanding at Sarkoza's response, satisfied with the explanation. Sounded like, then, that this was all just standard-issue and the Earth Allied Forces had just been lacking in their own marine capabilities. Again, justified with how man-to-man combat against the Bydo was impossible. The lieutenant paid it no further mind.
As they ventured deeper and around the keystone of the Andromeda's power, claimed to be a Wave Motion Engine, Atterberg had already taken out a data-pad and started to take notes. It helped to have a digital synopsis of things to look back upon, especially for something of this scale. The prospect of using gathering such energy waves and then using them as propulsion wasn't exactly a staggering concept to the Space Corps individuals. With the size of that engine core, though, it was readily apparent that the engine was used for far more than just moving the ship around.
He recalled back to the approach to the Andromeda, wherein he had observed the general shape of the battleship. It seemed like the bow sported two massive outlet for which energy might be released - he was hesitant to use the term 'Wave Cannons', given their differing techno-babble. Ultimately, though, it brought up the question as to how efficient and power this Wave Motion control core really was, given how it would be powering propulsion, artillery, and possibly much more all at the same time.
"This Wave Motion Engine..." Atterberg began passively, "Given that size, it looks like it's outputting a lot of power. That is, it would appear to provide power to much more shipboard systems besides propulsion. How did you get a unit like that to be so... efficient, I suppose I'm asking." The Space Corps' own attempts to use Wave technology required a dedicated system array and a level of external-source charging; the more energy to output, the longer and greater you had to charge, no matter the efficiency of it. It appeared, though, that this Wave Motion Engine was completely different from that in how it operated, and in doing so seemed to blow all of those concepts out of the water.
Eventually they arrived at the Wave Motion Engine, the keystone feature of the EDFS Andromeda, and indeed of every Earth Defense Forces ship. It was from this large, orange turbine that the entire ship was powered, allowing them motive power, as well as Warp, keeping all the ships functions operational, and also granting them access to the destructive power of the Wave Motion Gun, though it was not, perhaps, as useful as Atterberg might think due to the necessity of overcharging the engines into a buffer to fire them. But there was no way for the crew from the Jotunheim to know that without prior knowledge.
Having entered the engine room, Sarkoza showed them around the large device, on gantries and walkways that took them next to it, and above it, allowing for full access that would be necessary for the maintenance of the large device which was currently in operation, turbines spinning as white light shone from another nearby component that had a hatch to allow entry, though it was sealed at the moment. The pipe continued, moving down out of the room and to the rear engines, pushing the ship forward, while other tubes and devices maintained it's stability and collection of fuel. In front a separation could be seen, a section that looked like it belonged connected currently not, with the main portion housed in a separate room. That would be the Wave Motion Gun, currently inoperable.
At Atterberg's question, Sarkoza turned back to regard him, before glancing to the Wave Motion Engine nearby. "That's right," he confirmed. "The Wave Motion Engine powers propulsion as well as all onboard ship systems. It's also how we go to Warp, though we obviously don't have that particular function on all the time."
As to the second part of his question, that earned a shrug, but not one that would indicate that they had no idea how the hell the thing worked. "We had help," Sarkoza admitted. "The initial design came from an alien civilization called Iskandar. After the first vessel to have one successfully made the voyage from Earth to Iskandar in the Large Magellanic Cloud in 80 days, we've just improved on the design." This was, for the most part, true, though the Wave Motion Gun hadn't been included in the initial technical specifications that they had gotten. That was something they had made themselves.
Atterberg and his Space Corps associates couldn't quite help but marvel at the size of this machine. Back in the EAF, a machine of this capability would be able to supply enough power for a Mark II Bow-Mounted Wave Cannon all on its own. And here, they were using it to power their whole ship, plus perhaps whatever frontal artillery they were using. Sarkoza's explanation expanded upon that further and said that the Wave Motion Engine was also how the ship was able to go to Warp; the details of which were omitted, so Atterberg had no further insight if the engine was directly responsible for their warping capabilities, or if they brought power to some linked system.
To answer Atterberg's latter question, Sarkoz had began with an indifferent shrug, before going on to admit that in fact, they had not designed the Wave Motion Engine all on their own. "Ah..." The lieutenant noted with some realization, jotting down an addendum in his notes. It meant that Iskandar was ultimately responsible for determining the capability of this device, not the humans. Which, by extension, meant that the Space Corps weren't likely to discover the secret for themselves anytime soon.
"Right, then," Atterberg went on, starting an new section on his datapad, "I noticed, on the way here, that the Andromeda has a bow-mounted pair of what we would call 'Wave Cannons'. Could you elaborate on those?" He looked up with some anticipation.
Sarkoza was unaware of the concerns or thoughts of the Space Corp crewmembers that were along with him, and had they asked he could have explained how the engine worked, since it was only Iskandar who had helped them create the necessary technology in the first place. Once they had had the theories and knowledge on how to make these devices, they had done all the hard work themselves. After all, they had built more than one. But since clarification was not asked for, he could only assume that their Wave Motion tech worked in the same way, so they understood the principles.
At the same time though, it made him wonder. Their questions would seem to indicate that their tech didn't have the same level of power output, so maybe they were working with a more inefficient design? That was something he would only be able to learn once the team returned from the Jotunheim.
For the moment, he turned to the next question of theirs, regarding the guns that they had on the front of the ship. He nodded in affirmation, approval having been given by the Admiral, since they might be able to assist repairs. "Yes, though we call them Wave Motion Guns." With a wave he led the way, following the path up the gun and past the separation of the two sections, to another large room, where workers swarmed, sparks flying from torches as they effected repairs.
He talked as they arrived then, allowing them good looks past the bustle. "The Andromeda is equipped with two Wave Motion Guns, each with the power to destroy an area the size of the Australian Continent, or about 3 million square miles for each barrel. Power from the engines is diverted into a buffer, which utilizes gravitic anomalies generated by the Wave Motion Engine to form a beam of devastating force that can be fired when the buffer hits the critical level of 120%." He glanced over to where the crewmen were working. "Sadly, the buffer got damaged during the transition to this place by an energy surge of exotic particles, so they're currently offline." His attention returned to Atterberg as he asked what was probably his most important question. "Actually, we were wondering if you would be able to assist with that. It is our most powerful offensive weapon after all, so we'd like to be able to use it."
Atterberg nodded in recognition of Sarkoza's use of terminology, resolving to call those weapons Wave Motion Guns from then on. He had to remember that by recalling that they were powered by the Wave Motion Engine. He followed behind the engineering chief as normal, looking around at their surroundings and taking notes accordingly.
As they proceeded to the housing of the guns' inner workings, Atterberg was quick to notice the comparatively greater amount of crew activity present. Welding, calibrating, rewiring, all sorts of activities, bringing a clear indication that there was some issue that was in the process of being fixed. Before he could say anything about it, Sarkoza began his expansion of information regarding the guns' workings, so Atterberg held his tongue for the moment.
The Wave Motion Guns, of which there was two applied to the bow, each exerted an energy output capable of destroying well over 7 million square kilometers each (after a quick proper area conversion). That garnered a whistle from Atterberg as he jotted it down, but afterwards he found himself reconsidering that in his head. Such statistics could indicate that their Wave Motion Guns were far more spread out than the Space Corps' own array of various Wave Cannons, which revolved around the use of a focal point to intensify power to a more concise area. A sacrifice of area for absolute annihilation power, in a word.
The functions of the guns otherwise were very divergent from the Space Corps tech. Rather than mostly gathering particle energy from external sources, they used the Wave Motion Engine for power and sustaining of the beam charge. The only thing vaguely similar was the use of a sort of charging buffer, but the method of bringing it to "the critical level of 120%" brought a good level of concern just from the sound of it, and even more from the implications. Atterberg would have to address that, along with his other concerns.
One concern was cut short, though, as Sarkoza mentioned how the buffer was knocked down by some exotic particles during the unexpected warp here. That sounded reasonably close to their own problem with the Iving Positron Cannon back aboard the Jotunheim. Then Sarkoza turned and asked a vital question: if the Jotunheim would be able to offer any help with repairs of the Wave Motion Gun.
"Hm. Well..." Atterberg trailed off a bit, think about how he wanted to approach this. "You see, the approaches and the applications for Wave Motion technology between us are quite vastly different," The lieutenant explained. "More often than not, our use of Wave Motion tech is exclusive to the creation and use of Wave Cannons. Nevertheless, we've gotten very good at that." Having gone off a rapid tangent, Atterberg cleared his throat a bit, and restarted, "The point I want to make is that, well, there is such a gap in technological direction here that there may not be much we can offer plainly. If the buffer is the only thing that is damaged, we can probably help to repair it, but..."
There was a mote of hesitation present from Atterberg before he continued, as if he was afraid of the response. "If you care for my professional opinion, it sounds like your Wave Motion Gun is using far too much energy to be safe, while spreading it across a huge area." Deciding to press on with the intent of this, he continued with more dedication, "We would definitely offer to remedy this issue with a reconfiguration of the Wave Motion Gun, but seeing as how the gun derives directly from the use of the engine-..."
He shook his head, starting again, "You see, the idea would be to channel the buffer's gathered power into a far more condensed particle blast; perhaps a bit less size and destructive capability than your current guns, but with a far safer level of power consumption... in theory, unfortunately." Such a process would have to be executed in a completely different manner if they were to still the use the local methods with the Wave Motion Engine, something the Space Corps engineers would have a hard time with. It would be light-years easier if they had a dedicated R&D team available to work with the Wave Motion Engine, but both the Jotunheim and the Andromeda were dedicated battleships, to Atterberg's knowledge.
Well, it seemed Sarkoza had succeeded in impressing their guests with the statistics that involved the Wave Motion Gun. To be honest, he would echo that sentiment sometimes. It was an incredible destructive power that they had access to, and one that they had to be careful not to abuse. Victory should not come as a result of the complete devastation of an alien species and numerous worlds. Though they fought, they would not bring the kind of destruction that had occurred to Earth. At least, not intentionally.
Still, he waited, and listened carefully as Atterberg replied to his request, not expecting much but having made the offer regardless. It was interesting to learn that for the most part, their Wave Motion tech was dedicated around the gun itself, rather than the power source it could be, while their own Gun was a natural extrapolation of that power source. It was an interesting distinction, making Sarkoza wonder what kind of power output they had from their tech and for their own weapons.
Listening, he heard the offer of trying to reconfigure the Engine and Gun for safe usage, but it would require significant technical cooperation, and might not be possible regardless. Still, if they could help it would be appreciated. But first, Sarkoza addressed their other concerns. "It's true, we are channeling a large amount of power into the buffer and then the guns, but given the foes we have to face sometimes it is necessary. The gun has two firing modes, a dispersal mode that hits everything in the vicinity of the bow, or a more concentrated mode that fires a beam of energy that engulfs the area surrounding the target with the destructive force of the weapon on impact. We've also determined that we can fire off six shots in quick succession before it causes a risk to the ship."
He looked back to the gun, and then to Atterberg as he explained further. "You see, while the technical specifications for the Wave Motion Engine came from Iscandar, we designed the Wave Motion Gun technology ourselves. That's not to say that Iscandar doesn't have access to the same technology, but it was not provided to us. We designed and built the weapon ourselves, and are very familiar with it's capabilities."
He walked over, resting against a metal railing as he turned his attention to the work crew. "Well, we'll let you guys have a look at the buffer, and if you think you'll be able to do anything, then what help you can provide would be appreciated."
Listening carefully to Sarkoza's explanation, Atterburg got the clear picture that his extended offer was not be required for this ship. The explanation of the different firing modes raised an eyebrow, and prompted some notes, mostly for the concept of a warship of this size having a Wave Motion weapon that support different firing modes. Perhaps this, too, was in part due to the Wave Motion Engine's capabilities. At least the second mode Sarkoza described was more akin to how the traditional dreadnought-grade Wave Cannons operated back in the Space Corps.
The truth of the matter that the chief engineer explained was definitely eye-opening to the whole scenario. It definitely explained some of the concerns that Atterbug had seen with the gun; the EDF had made the weapon on their own. Perhaps, of course, it may not be of the same prowess as Iscandar, but they built it especially to serve the purposes they needed it for. And from the sound of it, those purposes warranted a lot of destructive power. Did they have some equivalent to the Bydo they were fighting...?
"Well, as long as you can use that gun without sacrificing your integrity," Atterberg said with some calm resignation, shrugging a bit, "...then I suppose it's not really any concern of mine." Looking back to the working crew that Sarkoza appeared to be staring at, he said, "I'll see if we can spare any guys from Engineering to at least speed up work on that buffer. Again, I'm afraid I can't guarantee much."
During a bated moment of silence, Atterberg looked back to his datapad, reviewing his notes so far. He jotted down a couple of elaborations, before turning to Sarkoza to address a gap. "Do you mind explaining your concept of Warp? I understood you used the Wave Motion Engine for that, but I was wondering if you could expand upon how it works."
"Alright, thanks," Sarkoza replied with a nod. He wasn't sure how much they could expect, given the apparent differentiations that were making themselves known between the two ships and their notions of Wave Motion energy. Still, any little bit helped. With the forces that the Imperials could bring to bear (namely, the forces of an entire galaxy), having their main weapons online would be useful.
"Of course," Sarkoza replied before launching into his explanation. "Essentially, the Wave Motion Engine functions by drawing power from the vacuum of space through a process that converts it into tachyon energy, providing essentially infinite power for the ship. At the same time, we are able to ride the 'waves' of tachyon energy and travel faster than light via a transition into the fourth dimension, allowing us to cross vast distances quickly. Of course, it requires a human pilot to time the transition so everything is lined up, or the ship risks becoming lost in the fourth dimension, stuck wandering time and space for all eternity."
He shrugged. "Well, that's the theory anyway. It's not like anyone's been able to report back if it's true or not." He paused, before remembering something and adding that on. "Oh, and because of the draw on power that going to Warp requires, you can't use the Wave Motion Gun immediately after exiting Warp, or vice versa." Hopefully that answered what questions Atterberg had, though he would be willing to go on if he hadn't adequately explained it.
As Sarkoza began with the explanation of their Warp functions, Atterburg found himself doubling back to the Wave Motion Engine portion on his datapad in order to elaborate on the engine as he did. The use of tachyon conversion to form a practically infinite power source was definitely quite keen; the Space Corps' own ideas of using Wave Motion as a power source were less than fruitful, and ultimately more funding went into Wave Cannons anyways.
But using that power in order to latch this ship onto wavelengths of such tachyon energy into the... fourth dimension? That wouldn't warrant any warping issues as they had described them, especially considering the Space Corps had found the fourth dimension wasn't a tangible one, though it was true to be a parallel one. Desynch travel required a crossover into the fifth dimension, and even then ships would only see normal space in a distorted haze, not the reaches of time and space itself. It was likely that Sarkoza was referring to what the Space Corps had discovered to be the 26th dimension, affectionately known as Sub-space; this was a corridor that could link to any point across time, space, and the dimensions, as long as you knew where and when you had to get out.
As much as Atterberg was to jump to conclusions, he found himself giving the EDF the benefit of the doubt, in this case. Maybe they really did have the capability to go into the fourth dimension itself, but Sub-space still sounded more safe. The fact that those dangers were also of theory still sparked a bit of dubiousness.
"Right, right. Makes sense," Atterburg replied passively to Sarkoza's addition of the Wave Motion Gun versus Warp. "I must say, we really aren't too dissimilar with our sciences in some regards. The Space Corps regularly uses different dimensional transitions to facilitate FTL travel, although we've managed to make ours a bit safer. Just a bit." The lieutenant held up a couple of pinched fingers for emphasis, then retracted them, chuckling a bit.
Sarkoza didn't know of this talk of 26 dimensions, or how they seemed to have two different versions of Warp, even though the one that his guests used was very different in another sense than what anyone from the EDF was familiar with. Of course, it had to be expected as well that they didn't have to watch out for Warp anomalies, like pockets that could catch you in them and drain all your power if you weren't careful. Sarkoza also wondered if they had to watch out for unexpected gravity wells that could pull you out of Warp as well, like what had happened to the Yamato when they tried to warp to Saturn and ended up at Jupiter instead.
"Well, that's interesting,' he replied truthfully when Atterberg noted that they seemed to be similar in terms of science. "Well, we're working on it," he said with a shrug. "The first Engine was kind of a rush job, but we've made steps in automating the process and reducing the human element required. Given that we've only had this tech for about 3 years, we've made good progress." He wondered how much of a shock that would be, and if he should have even revealed that, but it was a bit late now.
Atterberg nodded in recognition of Sarkoza's verbal thoughts. Once one was able to safely facilitate a technological process as a human, one of the safer approaches available from then one was to remove the human element, or to at least automate it to degree so as to minimize error. But only three years?
Looking back, Atterberg would realize that perhaps such advances were not so farfetched in the scope of three years, as long as you had the base technology and were able to consistently work on it in detail. Hell, by the time they made the R-9A a mass-produced model, not even a year after the first R-type Bydo operation, they had more than doubled the output of what would be known as the Standard Wave Cannon. Hell, even the prototype ships used in the Bydo Seed Incident were light-years ahead of the first R-9A. But that was just personal gawking.
"I'd say that as long as you're familiar with the technology, three year is plenty of time for all sorts of advancement," Atterberg commented on Sarkoza's talk of only having the Wave Motion Engine technology for three years. "In fact, I think the techies back home have a saying for it: 'Progress works in exponents,' or something like that," he joked wholeheartedly.
"Anyways..." Atterberg double-checked his notes one more time. Engine, power source, bow gun, warp... looks like that covered everything, as far as he could tell. "I think that's all the information I needed of you. Unless there something else you'd like to mention that I didn't think of," the lieutenant glanced towards Sarkoza for some response.
Sarkoza chuckled a bit as Atterberg confirmed that for the time they had had to work on it, they did seem to be making strides with the technology that they had acquired. 'Ain't that the truth," he replied. "Before we got it we couldn't even pierce Gamilar armor with our shock cannons. Afterwards, we could take them down easy. The shoe was definitely on the other foot then." Unintentionally, he got a sort of predatory grin, one would get across the impression that there were bad memories involved there, though what they were particularly Atterberg would have to guess at.
Asked if there was anything else that needed covering, Sarkoza ran over a mental checklist, much as Atterberg had gone over a physical one. After a few seconds, he shook his head. "Nope, I think that's all we really need help with. We have a lot of supplies laid in for repairs, so no problem there, and most of the Wave Motion related tech is in the engine room where we just were."
Gamilar. An educated guess would say those would happen to be the aliens or other enemies that the EDF were fighting against. And with some degree of strong armor plating, to boot. Though Atterberg had no indication of how strong the Shock Cannons were, indications would say they were pretty good weaponry otherwise, but just not effective against certain kind of armor.
That grin Sarkoza gave, though, seemed to say that what he had said earlier was bringing about some memories of revenge against Gamilar, whatever it was. Atterberg smiled, back, though not to the degree that he did. The advent of the Wave Cannon was what pretty much gave humanity the primary weapon it needed against the Bydo; it was, after all, a weapon built of of necessity for it, and so was perfectly tuned for destroying Bydo. If recent history was any indication, however, then they might soon be using those Wave Cannons en masse against human craft...
"Alrighty then," the lieutenant remarked to Sarkoza's confirmation that they had probably covered everything. "If that's all, then perhaps we'll start heading back. I trust your crew will return with information on our own Wave Motion tech." After a moment of pause, Atterberg added, "Right, and I'll be sure to keep you notified if we can spare any other repair crew. Hopefully the damage to our own gun isn't quite as extensive."
Thanks," Sarkoza replied with a nod. "I hope they will as well. given how similar our tech bases seem to be, we could probably both benefit from cooperation until we can get back to where we came from." Now that was a priority if they had any. None of them wanted to lose Earth while they were gone, though confident in the Star Force the Admiral might be.
The conversation concluded for the most part, Sarkoza gestured to the visitors and led them back form the engine room, along the paths they had taken, and to the hangar bay in which they had arrived. Their shuttle was untouched, if cordoned off by security personnel. That ring parted as the group approached, allowing them through and back to their vessel without incident.
Coming to a stop, Sarkoza reached out for a hand shake as their guests re embarked. "A pleasure meeting you Lieutenant. Have a safe trip back," he said at the same time. Then, once they had all loaded up, the bay would be opened, the shuttle allowed to depart, and this half of the meeting would be over.
"I agree," Atterberg said simple in response to the Sarkoza's comment. While their application of sciences did definitely differ, the two Eath-based combat forces were alike in plenty of ways that warranted an alliance. Plus, those similarities were somewhat comforting, in a way, as they were both stranded in some foreign galaxy.
The group headed back through the engine room, back through the same corridor in a straight return to the hangar. The shuttle was right as Atterberg had left it, prepared for boarding and takeoff on the mark. The lieutenant motioned for his crew to start loading up as he approached, and as they did so the EDF ground crew cleared the way for launch.
As Atterberg himself prepared to get aboard, Sarkoza offered a handshake and a parting comment, both of which he accepted firmly. "I'm glad to have met you as well. To both our prosperity," The lieutenant raised an imaginary glass, then turned to give a proper salute before stepping on to depart. The shuttle doors closed, the ship lifted up, and the bay doors opened to allow for their exit. | What, you don't trust me to make my ship not horribly OP? Nah, I get it. So, something else.
Ship Name: EDFS Andromeda
Ship Class: Andromeda Class Battleship
Ship Wikia Link:
Notable Crew: Ryu Hijikata, Captain
Philippe Roche - XO
Flynn Hart - Sensors
Simon Cabrera - Tactical officer
Youssef Toma - Engineering
Brandon Richards - Helm
Dmitri Pavlovich - Communications
Heinz Stoffman - Security
Vince Mortini - CAG
Alex Sarkoza - Chief of Engineering
Pre-Departure Scene: In the later half of the 22nd Century, Earth was at war, and losing. Though the men of the earth Defense Forces fought valiantly, their ships were outclassed by those of the Gamilon Empire, who drove them back further and further, until Earth itself was under siege, suffering the impact of numerous Meteor Bombs, the fulfillment of Desslok's evil plan to turn Earth into a radiation wasteland. The entire population had been driven underground, and it seemed all hope was lost.
Then a godsend. An alien probe crashed and was recovered on Mars, bearing a message from a planet known as Iskandar, which gave them Wave motion technology and urged them to come and get a device that would allow them to cleanse the radiation from Earth. They developed an Engine, and a cannon off this new technology, and with the best and brightest at their call, set off on a retrofitted Battleship, the Yamato. It was a harrowing journey, but they made it to Iskandar in a year, got the device, and returned, while destroying Gamilon along the way.
Fast forward two years. The war is over, Earth's surface has been cleansed of radiation, and people have begun returning above ground. But the EDF is still wary, and are rebuilding their fleet so nothing can again threaten Earth. The EDFS Andromeda is launched in 2201, to replace the aging Yamato as the flagship of the fleet, and is given over to Admiral Ryu Hijikata. afterwards it led the defense of Earth against the forces of the White Comet, skirmishing in the outer system, it also tried to prevent the Yamato from deserting Earth, but in the end Admiral Hijikata lets them escape.
Forward still, the main battle fleet of the Comet Empire has entered the solar system, with the asteroid fortress Galantis not far behind. Admiral Hijikata has the main EDF battle fleet under his command as they go to confront the enemy near the planet Saturn. Yet that changes as they are swept away in a blinding flash of light and exotic particles.
Now they are in a strange galaxy, far, far away from home (So far as astrometrics can tell), and they have one objective. They must return home to defend Earth agains tthe forces of the Comet Empire, and if Earth has already fallen, then to liberate or avenge it. If return home is not possible, then they will carve out a new life here, and make sure that Earth is never forgotten. |
48,092 | 1,300 | 0 | 26 | 2,681 | Johnathan Dexter - East Coast Of Isla Delmar At 8:34 AM
The grunting startled the whole squad as they walked through the thick foliage of Isla Delmar. Once again Dexter shifted his sleeves so that his arms wouldn't be uncomfortable in the Island's humidity. He panted every step he took as the sweat ran from his forehead down to his neck. As the squad walked closer the grunting became more frequent and louder, and it sounded... Animal. Dexter crouched down low, attempting to peek through the dense island vegetation to see what was ahead, but in the thick layer of fog he was blind past three feet. He shimmied closer to the noise, still on the ground with the rest of the squad doing just the same. He heard the grunt again and frightened, he grabbed for the M-1911 at his waist and unlatched it. He had seen dinosaurs before, and he was fine with them, but if he didn't know what it was, or where it was, but he could hear it... That's what scared him. He took a deep breath, and watched as a body crawled past him. The others were passing him up.
"Relax, kid. You'll be fine." He heard a familiar voice say. He shook his head and glanced over at the hooded man next to him. Whoever he was, whatever he experienced, it wasn't what Dexter had ever experienced. "Y-you don't know that. Whatever's out there, you don't know what it is. You don't know what it can do." The man who was talking to him put his hand to his covered forehead and sighed. He started to crawl again at a faster pace, gesturing for Dexter to keep up, which he did. "Neither do you, kid. Look, I've worked with velociraptors for years. You've joined my squad, and now your telling me your afraid of whatever triceratops is out there in the woods right now? C'mon kid. Put some hair on your chest and keep moving forward, because you do that, or you stay here, because there is no going back." It seemed like he was going to go on with his speech before another voice interupted.
"Um. Owen," The voice said a little faintly. "What is it Barry? Do you have sight on anything?" "Yes, and not that your little speech there wasn't great but, whatever this thing is... It's not a triceratops. It's not... Anything I've ever seen." Johnathan swallowed. Owen was right, there was no going back, no matter how much he wanted to right now. He continued to crawl forward until he was next to Barry and Owen. He could see the creature now. It was laying quietly on its side, sleeping. The grunts they were hearing was it breathing. It's underbelly was a pale peach color getting more green as it reached its domed head. It looked like a mix between a Pachycephalosaurus and a Triceratops. The big body, the domed head that was plated around a thick skull with small horns at the end. Dexter swallowed once again, and cleared his throat. Is that a... a...""A hybrid? Yes. It looks like InGen has been busy lately. You know Wu, he never does like to disappoint."
Claire Dearing, Zach Mitchell, and Lowery Cruthers - East Coast Of Isla Delmar At 8:41 AM
Behind some trees and a couple of thick vines a small van was hidden from sight. Inside was a jumble of cables and wires and a couple of monitor screens. Despite Claire's previous job as Chief Director at Jurassic World, she wasn't wearing the fancy white labcoat, the high end jewelry, or high heel shoes, and she didn't smell like the latest Channel perfume. Instead she wore denim shorts, a gray tank-top, and tennis shoes in a rusty old news van converted into a viewing station. But even though all of that was basically her life now, never for one second did she regret leaving InGen, instead she felt it was the best decision of her life. "Lowery, Zach, are you seeing this too?" She asked, her eyes staring blankly at the screen.'"Yes, yes I am," Lowery replied, his eyes also glued to the screen. Zach, too dumbfounded to even speak, simply nodded his head in response. "What is it?" He finally said, his eyes not leaving the screen as he spoke. "It's... A. It's a hybrid. Dr. Wu didn't give up on this did he."
Lowery turned to another monitor, which appeared to show the whole Island. "There are several more enclosures like this one throughout the Island.", but the other ones are too close to the main building to access without being spotted. I might be able to sneak in an-" "No," Claire said sternly. "You'll be distracted, too emotional. Zach and I will go, you'll stay here." Lowery pounded his fist on the desk giving Claire and Zach a start. "I'm not going to sit another one out because Vivian is in the same building. We were close friends and Co-Workers at Jurassic World, but she's on a different side now. I've moved on. It's time you should move on from thinking I haven't." With that Lowery exited the van out to the armory truck and grabbed an small pistol. He didn't really use guns, and wasn't a fan of using them, but if he needed to he would. He headed in the direction of the Main Building, not looking back at the van.
Claire put her head to her desk and sighed. It had been a long day, now to find out there are more hybrids and with Lowery storming off, it got even longer. "Sara, could you go with him. Make sure he doesn't get lost."
InGen Corporation - Delmar HQ On The East Coast Of Isla Delmar At 8:49 AM
As Wu was presenting the latest militarized hybrid, Ed, the intern was passing out glasses of water to the camera crew and Vivian. "Oh, Vivian, I also have a copy of your speech for you if you didn't already memorize it." Ed shuffled through a stack of papers in a folder until he came to one folded in fourths into a perfect square and handed it to Vivian. He put a glass of water on the table next to her and was off. The lab was filled with claps from the monitor as Wu finished his speech.
He glanced towards Vivian, and smiled back at the buyers. "And now, may I introduce one of InGen's finest, our very own Vivian Krill with some more in depth stats on the Raptor H2." As Wu walked off camera he looked towards Grant and started to head his way.
"Apparently something triggered the silent alarm in sector A. Probably just another wild boar trying to mess with the Stego, but could you check just in case?" He didn't look concerned on the outside, but there was a glint in his eye that said otherwise. | Name: Johnathan Nathaniel Dexter
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Faction And Occupation: Environmentalists - Special Ops
Personality: Jonathan Dexter isn't the type to lead, but the type to follow. Which, in some cases isn't such a bad thing. Sure, he's not a hot head with and inflated ego who thinks that his idea and only his idea is right, but that isn't to say he won't stand up for what he believes in. That's why he applied for this group. He didn't have to lead but he could follow something his heart was set on. Johnathan is also very committed. No matter the danger, the opposition, if he commits to something he finishes it, and he finishes it the best he can. He doesn't half-ass things, and growing up from a hard working family he looks down on people who do. Work should be done right, and to him it's better to take longer to do something the right way than to finish it quickly the wrong way.
With that said he can be at sometimes a bit stubborn, sticking with one task at hand even when there might be multiple problems going on. Though he doesn't lead he can tell when someone else should take charge, even if it may be him. Even though he doesn't like it, if it's the most efficient way to get the job done while still being well completed, he will lead untill he can find someone else suitable for the job. Johnathan isn't the one to create ideas, but he is the one that can innovate them further.
History: Johnathan was born into a family of hard workers. He lived on a small farm in Central California in the United States. They never had a lot of money, he never had a lot of friends, he was home-schooled, and the closest building was 20 miles away from their farm. He lived a life of isolation and backbreaking work for the first 18 years of his life. That was when he decided to join the army. He was a well built, fit boy with nothing better to do, and he felt he right thing to do was to serve his country. He took 3 years of training and served on the front lines for 6 years before retiring and returning to live at his parents farm. He only stayed for a year because he got a very important phone call. One that changed his career, and his life.
InGen, a company well known at the time had offered him a job as the head of ACU, the Asset Containment Unit, at Jurassic World. Instead he turned it down for a job with less leadership, 2nd in Command. With a heavy heart, he said goodbye to his parents was again to a hopefully brighter future. Well, his future didn't turn out so bright after all. After 9 months at Jurassic World the park was finally open. He brought his parents and his older brother to come and spend their summer. That summer was when the incident went down. He escaped but his parents were killed in the Pterasaur Assualt. He found the three with blood stains on their clothes and watched the life leave their eyes. That's when he knew InGen couldn't be trusted anymore, and he resigned, returning to the empty farmhouse.
No less than 7 months later he got another very important phone call. The caller wouldn't give his name but he did say he was there when the incident went down at Jurassic World. He said he was part of a group of people who were trying to figure out what InGen's latest scheme was, and that it would offer good pay. Ecstatic at the offer to get revenge on the foolishness of InGen, he accepted, and is now on Isla Delmar, in the footsteps of InGen's latest creation.
Likes: The Ocean - He finds the water soothing. As long as there is no mosasaur in it he is alright with it.
Mountain Climbing - Something he and his family did on their offtime. It brings back good memories.
Farming - He was raised on it, lived most of his life doing it, he was kind of forced to like it.
Company - Ever since he worked at Jurassic World he got used to multiple people around him, and it was hard to adjust back to the solitude of his farmhouse.
Dogs - His family had a dog and he finds them as great companions.
Dislikes: Birds - After the Pterosaur Assault he disliked birds of any kind.
Genetic Hybrids - Actual dinosaurs he doesn't mind, but the Indominous, a genetic hybrid, almost ended his life.
InGen - The reason for his parents death.
Solitude - He's more of a conversation type of person.
Unnecessary Violence - If violence is what gets the job done, then he'll use it. But if it's unnecessary he prefers peaceful resolutions.
Fears: InGen - He fears the power it has sighing the world. He dislikes it, fears it, all around not good vibes comin from InGen.
Death - He was feet away from it, and those were the worst moments of his life.
Losing Loved Ones - The loss of his parents and brother was trafic enough. The loss of anyone else close to him would be the end for him.
Extra: Nothing to see here. Move along. |
48,093 | 1,300 | 1 | 1,273 | 42 | Grant stood like a atill statue with his arms crossed in the corner of the Isla Delmaro Headquarters as the conference with the potential buyers was underway. The forty six year old man was still trying to figure out how video conferences were preferable to actual face to face conversation. Time was harsh on the man who stood in that corner silently, he had been raised in an older world where technology like this was not a thing, back in his day and firm handshake was sort of a big deal to people, although it was ironic that he was more mystified at communication devices then he was knowing the island he was on was filled with hybrid dinosaurs. Quite honestly that fact was the least of his thoughts at that moment, everyone knew about Jurassic World and the creation of extincted animals, and well if you were privy to other information you would also know of the first attempt at opening a dinosaur theme park, the original Jurassic Park as it was called. Truthfully extinct animals brought back to life had in the recent years become nothing more then old news. However Grant did not have time to think ponder life's advancements in technology, his job at the moment was to ensure that things went smoothly at this conference. This was very important to the future of Ingen and Grant knew that well.
Unlike most of the parks security Grant was offered more information pertaining to what was going on with Isla Delmaro, part of his deal for coming to this island was full disclosure of what was happening on the island. Grant was a methodical entity, a knowledge first kind of person. He did not like walking into something an not knowing the specifics, and Ingen seemed dead set on making him the Chief of Security here so it was a small price to pay to get him out of seclusion. As it turned out the whole reason Ingen wanted him in the first place was because an old friend of his fathers had told them about his experience in the military. It seemed that his fathers last act before passing away was to contact and old friend in the military to find him a place after his recovery. But due to the death of Grants Family which drove him into seclusion the man was never really able to offer Grant a position, but his families ties ran deep with the military and they respected his father and his sacrifices so that same man took it upon himself to locate Grant and send Ingen to recruit him. Later on as Grant was told more, he came to realize the man whom had found him was also part of the same program that was now watching the presentation before him.
This deal with Ingen was very important to the US Military, and they endorsed Grant so highly because they wanted to be sure that the project was not hindered by certain groups who wanted to see Ingen fall after the incident at Jurassic World. Although things had been rather quiet since he was posted here, that however did not mean it would stay that way for long. Grant looked up as Dr.Wu was climbing off the stage as the on watchers clapped for him, the man had a way with words he would give him that. Grant didn't mind Wu much as he did other higher ups in the company, the man seemed more down to earth then most of the money hungry executives Grant had to escort around the island from time to time. Not that it took away from the fact that Wu did have a slight air of superiority about him at the same time, but he was the one who made this possible both in Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, and now here on Isla Delmaro so in a way the man did deserve a little right to hold himself in higher regards. But Wu treated Grant and the others respectfully and that was all that really mattered in the end.
Grant watched Wu approach him and listened silently to the man as he spoke. He talked of a silent alarm being triggered in the Stego Hybrid paddock in sector A. He passed it off as probably just being a boar messing with the hybrid but Grant had been around long enough to see that subtle look in Wu's eyes if he was calm on the outside or not.
"I will go take a look ASAP Dr.Wu."
Grant nodded to Wu and turned walking out of the conference room and made his way to the lobby of the H.Q. taking out his radio he pressed down the button and went to speak but then stopped himself. He thought for a couple moments as he released the button, eventually he nodded to himself as if he understood something and pressed the button back down.
"Henderson this is Hotchner over."
"Go for Henderson over."
"I am heading out for a bit report over to the conference area and keep and eye on it, make sure both entrances are secured. Over."
"Copy that I am on my way. Over."
Grant replaced the radio on his belt and silently walked out into the brisk air of the night, walking down the steps of the building he turned sharply and walked a short distance to a garage area on the side of the building. Swiping his keycard, the door gave a click and slowly opened up revealing a small parking structure of security vehicles. Grant hopped in one of the vehicles and motioned for one of the stationed guards within the structure to come over.
"I am heading over to the Stego Paddock in Sector A a silent alarm was tripped there, I need you to assemble a team of yourself and two more men and meet me over there. Do not use the radio's I want this kept silent, I will be approaching the paddock from the south entrance so I want you to take the north entrance if anyone is in there I don't want them getting to far. Also the Stego Hybrid is rather annoy-able so it would be best if we did not disturb it so use the electric vehicles only. Remember no lethal weapons are to be used on hybrids so make sure you pack non lethal weaponry, I do not want mistakes."
The man nodded to Grant, starting up the electric vehicle Grant exited the garage and headed for the southern entrance of the paddock. As Grant drove down the road he pulled the radio from his belt and clicked the button down.
"Roderick, this is Hotchner come back."
"This is Roderick. Over."
"Roderick I need you to switch the patrols, I want them to do patrol pattern Delta Omega tonight, would you inform all guards of duty of the change. Over."
"You got it. Over an out."
Grant set the radio down on the seat as he said good under his breath and put his foot to the pedal, he didn't like the look in Henry's eye's tonight, and this being the big night where a deal might possibly be made... there was no room for error. | Grant Hotchner
46
Male
Ingen Corporation / Head of Island Security
Grant is a rather strict and reserved person in his entirety, being of a rather long military background he comes off a lot like a drill instructor when it comes to work and a very quiet secluded person when it comes to off hours. Grant has an air of authority about him at all times and he is a born team leader and prefers to be at the helm. However it is not true that he is a control freak or that he suffers as an ego maniac, he just prefers to do it himself instead of letting other people do it for him. Grant finishes what he starts and does not give up regardless of whatever the situation may be, he is strong willed, intelligent, and is one who while demands respect also never forgets that you must earn respect. Loyal to a fault Grant is not in any way a mindless drone, he does not allow himself to be manipulated if he can help it, and at the end of the day he will do what he feels is right as apposed to doing what he is told is right.
Outside of the hard shelled man he is Grant is also a very kind and considerate man as well, being an introvert when it comes to his emotions most people think he comes as as a hard ass or an unforgiving asshole, but in reality he just comes from a line of hard nosed military men and showing emotion is hard. Grant like any person has times when things can become too much, he is just less likely to show it then you would. Grant on the inside is a caring man, a man who lives by morals as apposed to living vicariously, and if those morals were to ever be threatened he would not hesitate to fight back because of it. All in all while Grant may not be the man you wanna have a beer with at the end of the day, you can know above all else he has your back and will not leave a man behind if he has any say over it. If your loyal and respect him he will give the exact same back in return.
Grant was born into a military family, his father, his mother and his two older brothers were all part of the military so naturally he was raised in a very military like household. From a young age he was often held at higher standards then most kids his age. His family not believing in the school system had Grant privately home schooled up until the point where he was of sufficient age to join the ROTC Program. Grant joined the ROTC program when he was fourteen with his families military connection and quickly rose through the academy, by the time he was legally becoming a man he had been ear marked for almost several different locations within the United States Armed Forces. Being proud of his father his brothers and family before him who had been military, Grant joined the United States Marine Corp. Grant served in the Marines for almost six years, gaining many commendations and promotions through his first year before he transferred to special operations unit that worked out of foreign enemy countries.
Grant was part of this operations group for most of his young life and well into his adult life, Grant was only thirty five when his military career came to and unfortunate end in the form of a grenade in a botched up mission. Grant suffered major damage not only to his legs but also took a fair amount of shrapnel too his face which blinded him. Grant spent almost three months laying in a hospital bed unable to see and unable to move his legs. It was within that time that he was told that his sight may or may not return, the damage to his eye's had been severe, however if he desired they could preform and elective new surgery that might give him his sight back, but he risked being blind completely with no chance of recovery if he did so. Grant took the surgery and he hoped for the best in it, the surgery ended up being a complete success and within the few months of healing Grants eye sight had returned, it was fairly diminished in someways and he would never be 20/20 again but he could see and that was all that mattered.
After the return of his sight, Grant also found the will to get out of that bed and walk again. It took a year and many painful rehabilitation sessions and many surgeries but Grant walked out of that rehabilitation center on a pair of strong legs. Grant eventually returned home to open arms, he was greet back like a hero and in lue of his service being done to his country, Grants father was prepared to find him a job within the military, with both of their credentials combined it was a no brainer to get him a post somewhere. It seemed for the first time in a long time that life was returning to normal and becoming good again, however it was not meant to be in the very end. It was only a couple months after his rehabilitation that Grant and his family received the news that his two older brothers had been Kill In Action in an all out offensive. The family was hit hard with the news but none more harder then Grant's father, being of an older age and not perfect health as it was Grants father did not long survive the funerals of not only one son but two and died of a massive coronary because of it. After the death of not only his brothers and his father Grant's only remaining family his mother was stricken by grief and unable to cope with so much of it she took her own life and just like that Grant's world was over, his entire family gone.
After the death of his family Grant fell off the grid and disappeared, no one could find him and in all earnestly Grant just wanted to be alone, he wanted to forget, he wanted to just die somewhere far away from others. However fate had other plans for him, and it became reality when he was approached by Ingen Corporation. Due to his military background and his experience Ingen offered him a high paying job within their security operation on an Island named Isla Delmaro, at first he was content on rejecting their offer not caring or wanting to be part of the organization, he had heard like everyone else the incident that took place within Jurassic World. However after much negotiation Grant was brought into the loop and made Head of Security on Isla Delmaro and charged with making sure what happened on Isla Nublar never happened again and he was also charged with ensuring that Ingen assets were kept guarded from those who would try to destroy them. Despite all the secrecy and many other things with Ingen Corporation Grant has worked for the company loyally and takes his job seriously.
- Grant enjoys solitude wherever he can find it, being on a rather distant island is perfect for him and he often finds himself at his private bungalow which is located away from the main facility of the island.
- Grant enjoys reading, rather more so then he used to and has an extensive collection of books which he now keeps in his private dwelling.
- Grant also loves music and is often listening to it whenever he has a chance too on his off hours, music has been the best therapy for him sense the events in his life tore down his world.
- Grant loves the beach as well besides the ocean side, he could lay out there for hours and not move, there is just something soothing about the sand and the call of the ocean itself as it hits the shore.
- Grant enjoys his work, while he may not necessarily like the big wigs or the company hierarchy itself Grant enjoys his job on the island and the people in which he keeps safe and works with. It is those good people that make his job worth doing.
- Grants biggest pet peeve in the world is disrespect, he does not like being disrespected, and if you disrespect him you will quickly find yourself on the wrong side of the wrong man.
- Grant also hates reckless behavior, there is no reason to him to be stupid or to be brash, this often leads to incidents and those incidents can lead to injury or death
- Grant most definitely hates Ingen's hierarchy, the big wigs and the lawyers and the men and woman who feel they can come to the island and act like they own him or his co-workers.
- Grant despises unneeded or unnecessary violence if it be between humans or if it be between animals, there is a lot of the time other ways to deal with disputes other then drawing blood with fists.
- Grants second pet peeve top on the list is laziness, if your going to do a job then do your damn job and waste your own time on your off hours.
- Grants biggest fear would almost certainly have to be loss, he had lost so much in his life and he does not wish to lose anyone or anything more, he will fight tooth and nail to stop this from becoming reality.
- Grants second biggest fear would be failing those who depend upon him, it is one thing to see someone fall and you were unable to do anything about, but another when it was your job to stop them from falling and they still fell.
- Grants third biggest fear would have to be returning to the darkness he found himself in after his family died, for the longest time he sat in that darkness and now that he has breathed the fresh air and bathed in the light once more he does not wish to ever see that darkness again within himself.
Despite his distaste for the higher ups who work for Ingen, the various workers on Isla Delmaro whom he had known now for a time and protects have become like a second family too him. It was these people and the connections he has formed with them that brought him back from the brink of his depression and the darkness he dwelled in. He will protect these people with his life, and will not for a second hesitate to eliminate any threats to them if it be by animals or it be by human hand. These people mean the world to him and he will do anything to keep that connection alive. |
48,094 | 1,300 | 2 | 1,109 | 118 | Vivian stood to the side of the camera crew, not wanting to distract anyone. This was an important event, these could be the buyers that make all the work she’s put in for Ingen worth it. She had been working for Ingen ever since the Jurassic World incident, they escorted her off the island and offered her the job almost immediately and she jumped at the chance to continue working. Though the idea of genetically altered war dinosaurs seemed a little barbaric, it makes more sense than keeping them in cages for the public to gawk at, at least that’s what she tells herself.
Doctor Wu was giving a sales pitch to the potential buyers, it amazed Vivian all of his talents, from scientist all the way to sales person. Henry was such an amazing public speaker he did not sound condescending at all, he just had a way of explaining complex ideas in a very simple form. It was amazing to watch such an intelligent man explain his ideas without hesitation, he almost seemed like a robot the way he listed out all the information. In all honesty, Henry Wu is a great employer, he challenges Vivian every chance he can and also rewards her generously when she exceeds his expectations. She enjoyed working with him, she has learned a lot from him and will continue to as her time as an employee for Ingen continues. It’s been a long time since she started to work for Ingen and a lot has happened since then, but Vivian’s goals are almost in reach so she will continue to do anything they ask.
Today was different, Vivian always has a nervousness to her, but being back on the Islands made her much antsier than her usual self. Also, it did not help that she had to give a speech about the Raptor H2 to the people behind the screens. She practiced her speech over and over again, but this was the first time Henry Wu trusted her to actually speak to the buyers, it was a big step in her career and she did not want to mess up. This also meant that her face would be cemented with Ingen after she gave this speech it would be public that she supports the militarization of dinosaurs. Sometimes she missed the old days of running a functional amusement park for entertainment, but maybe militarization would be a good thing, after all, Vivian saw firsthand what those things could do, just imagine if they were on our side.
All of a sudden someone interrupted her train of thought, it was Ed, the intern. Ed reminded Vivian of herself when she first started, he seemed to be trying very hard and doing the best he could but at the same times seemed a little overwhelmed by everything"Oh, Vivian, I also have a copy of your speech for you if you didn't already memorize it." Ed then shuffled through some papers and handed her a folded up paper square that had her speech on it. Vivian takes it from Ed and carefully unfolds it as a wave of relief falls over her and just like that she was no longer nervous. “Thank you, Ed” She said with a small smile of gratitude.
As Vivian quickly re-reads the information on the sheet, she is interrupted by the sound of applause, which meant Wu had finished his speech. "And now, may I introduce one of InGen's finest, our very own Vivian Krill with some more in depth stats on the Raptor H2." Vivian walked past Wu and in front of the cameras. The moment she reached the center she looked directly into the camera and coughed once into her hand and then she began to speak.
“Hello, my name is Vivian Krill, I work for InGen and we are the leading provider if not the only of the hybrid dinosaurs. We have created a multitude of creations that can be used in militarized fashions and extraordinary successful operations. I would now like to discuss the most exciting new hybrid we have acquired we call it the Raptor H2.” Vivian paused and looked at Wu, she then took a deep breath in and let it out and then continued. “The Raptor H2 is a combination of 3 raptor species. The base genome is a Velociraptor, known for their high intelligence and pack hunting traits. The secondary species is an Utahraptor, which can jump even higher than a Velociraptor, and their slimmer toe-claw allows for more precision, but still allows it to be deadly. The third species is a Pyroraptor. The small fan-like feathers on the back of its arms allow for balance and speed. All of this is glued together with cuttlefish DNA, to allow it to camouflage and DNA from a Therizinosaurus, which allows for significantly longer arms to grab and kill enemies quicker. All of these amounts to the Apex Predator of the world.” Vivian smiled into the cameras “Now if you all are still interested, which I sincerely hope you are, please stay put and we will be right back with more information on the next steps of this process to get involved. Thank you again for joining us, hopefully, I will see you again very soon.” The lab was once again was filled with claps from the monitor as the camera shut down. Vivian sighed relief and looked at Henry Wu for a sign of approval. | Name: Vivian Krill
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Faction And Occupation: InGen, Mechanic/Engineer
Vivian is a very enterprising person, she has great initiative and is very resourceful. She is a realist, never would she be considered an optimist, she is always prepared for the worst situation. Though she may be considered a pessimist, it does not stop her from striving in her career, she is extremely proactive when it comes to work and greed does play a part in her employment situation. She seems to be a quite isolated individual, extremely professional and knowledgeable of her situation. She could never be considered a leader, she will always be a follower, respectful of her superiors at all times.
Vivian though may seem like a mindless drone working for someone, she is actually very warm, youthful and unselfish. The unfortunate truth to Vivian is that she is so focused on her work that her personality is drowned out. She is a compassionate, gentle and genuine person, she is honestly sympathetic to everyone and everything. This leads to a lot of moral trouble for Vivian in her field of work, but she is very submissive most of the time and follows orders and uses her set of skills to help where ever she is needed.
Vivian Krill was born in Chicago, Illinois, she was raised by Judy and Richard Krill. Vivian learned her work ethic from a very young age, both of her parents held very difficult jobs, her mother was a lawyer and her father was an electrical technician. She watched them work for hours and hours, mother going through files while her father mapped out large industrial buildings. She was amazed at how passionate they were about their work and at a very young age, she understood the drive to succeed.
The moment she got into school, she became one of the top students in her classroom, never getting in trouble and always getting extremely high grades. She never had a group of friends that she would hang out with, but she was friendly with almost everyone. The interesting thing is that she never had the desire to be the best student in the classroom, she just wanted to be better than she did previously.
Once she graduated college she instantly jumped into her career, a technician at Jurassic World. It was about to open when she started working for them. Vivian studied every blueprint there was about the park, she knew the whole layout of the park and knew exactly what her duty was once she began to work. She rose through the ranks exceedingly fast and then became one of the top employees and advisers in the control room of Jurassic world.
That was until the Incident occurred, the moment that she could tell things were getting out of hand she tried to warn everyone on the park but Simon Masrani stopped her. She followed orders and tried to keep everyone safe, but everything fell out of hand so fast. She felt helpless and soon Simon Masrani has joined the body count. That moment when Masrani died was also the moment that InGen took control.
Vivian evacuated the island with everyone else, but unlike many of the old employees, she continued to work for InGen. Vivian was not going to give up on her occupation just like that, she had a very strong work ethic and was not going to accept unemployment after the tragedy. Dr. Henry Wu was aware of Vivian’s experience of the park and accepted her offer as one of his employees. Now she works for InGen, it might be against her morals but they pay her more than she earned at Jurassic World so in a certain way it can be seen as another promotion for Vivian.
Likes:
Working
Improving herself
The Dinosaurs
Computers
Progress
Helping others
Dislikes:
Making desitions
Violence
Competition
Harming others
Slackers
Fears:
Helicopters- The Simon Masrani incident made her terrified of them for obvious reasons.
Water- She just never learned how to swim.
Losing her job- She is a workaholic, even though the job might be against her morals she still needs to work. |
48,095 | 1,300 | 3 | 2,191 | 35 | Nicholas Grayeson
The team had been in the tropical foliage for a few hours, trekking along a route that SATCOM had provided beforehand for his team. Some he noted were former special operations, others were prior military, and a few were contractors. An effective team was established by their mysterious employers from the dossier he was issued at their staging point. The mission was simple for him: protect the personnel, conduct reconnaissance, and escalate direct actions to neutralize the InGen operations. They were all provided equipment of their choosing, some chose high-end tech that the employers provided. He decided to opt for his own, trusted equipment he had utilized throughout his years. When their briefing was over, they mounted on insertion boats and made their way offshore to Isla Delmar. From there, they made their way deeper into the jungle from the East before the morning sun.
The movement wasn’t terribly slow, but for those who weren’t use to humid environments, it seemed like a death march. He and a few others who were prior special operations managed without much difficulty, same for the former military; but the pure contractors were sluggishly trailing at the end. Due to their lack of acclimation, they were assigned as rear guard and the rest comprised of the main force save for two front scouts. Everything slowly came to a halt as his front most scout signaled a halt, following down the line to the rear guard. Making his way quickly, but quietly to the front; he passed two members of the team as they discussed moving forward. Over the chatter, someone made mention of an “Owen” wanting to see what was ahead. Following the duo as they came to an opening, not much could be seen due to the thick, early morning fog that enveloped the area. But what caught his eye was the massive beast that lay before them on its side. Dropping to a knee and taking in the sheer size of the monstrosity, he listened as the others mention it was a hybrid of two different animals. Rumors had echoed through the intelligence channels of InGen’s cloning procedures; but nothing about their genetic manipulation or research.
“Hit-Man Actual, this is Hit-Man 1-3.” a voice buzzed in his ear piece.
“This is Hit-Man Actual, receiving.” he responded, pressing down on the receiver clipped to his plate carrier.
“Hit-Man Actual, Hit-Man 2-2 is reporting movement from our 4 o’clock. BREAK. Bearing down on our position at 48khm. Over.” the voice responded, giving a clear message.
“Hit-Man 1-3, Hit-Man Actual acknowledges. Have Hit-Man 2-2 keep tabs on that movement, we will break from the AO. Over.” he responded.
“Roger Hit-Man Actual, Hit-Man 1-3 out.”
Turning his attention back to the group gawking at the enormous creature, he turned to his nearest scout and motioned to start moving towards the Northeast. Without hesitation, the man nodded his head and started his creep in the direction his superior indicted. Removing his boonie, he wiped the sweat collecting on his brow before placing it back on his head; followed with moving closer to the trio before him.
“Gents, we have to cut it short. We have tangos moving in on our location and we need to clear out before they arrive.” he said to the others in a low, calm voice.
Turning his back to the three men and the animal, he rested on his knee and kept watch for the others of the team moving out of their current location. Sticking the butt-stock of his rifle into his shoulder socket, he watched intently in the foliage that was foreign to them. Though they were careful with their movements, it’s not too surprising there was a patrol heading to their position. But what struck odd to him is the timing of the patrol was too coincidental to their arrival. Could they have tripped a detector once they arrived on the island or were they being tracked somehow? Either way, it didn’t feel right to him and he kept his eyes scanning on the jungle. He had been in ambushes before, on both sides of that coin, and he didn’t feel like being in one again. | Captain Nicholas Grayeson
Environmentalist: Special Operations Team Leader
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Age: 32
Gender: Male
Personality: Captain Grayeson has a calming, reassuring demeanor that is admired by those that have served with him. Even in the middle of a firefight, the officer keeps his composure and issues orders flawlessly to those serving underneath him. His superiors note that his confidence and dedication to duty is beneficial to their assigned mission; resulting ultimately in the completion of their assigned mission. Strategical in mind and powerful in body, he prefers to lead from the front and will not hesitate to fall back to his lagging warriors to support them. In addition to his military lifestyle, Grayeson also holds a strong moral foundation against the modifications of the natural order of life. When possible, he fights against the social injustice that many manipulate their greed against the world. Somethings can be overlooked in his eyes, but genetic modification and engineering are not held highly on his moral compass.
Likes: {Listed Below}
1.) Physical Fitness (Believes you have be strong in body and mind).
2.) Researching History (Believes everyone can earn from the world's history).
3.) Strategy Games (Believes you have be strong in mind and body).
4.) Hearing Ingenious Thoughts (Believes everyone who has an idea, should present it).
5.) Courageous, but Cautious Warriors (Believes courage and caution go hand-in-hand).
Dislikes: {Listed Below}
1.) Illogical Decision-Makers (Due to superiors making terrible calls in the past).
2.) Genetic Modification & Engineering (Due to belief in natural order of the world).
3.) Over-Reliance on Technology (Due to having newer equipment fail, when older equipment didn't).
4.) Disobedience to Lawful Orders (Due to understanding the lawful orders are good, the others aren't so good).
5.) Cowardly Actions (Due to having men not do what they should do).
Fears: {Listed Below}
1.) Failing Assignment(s).
2.) Total Genetic Modification & Engineering for the Human Race.
3.) Velociraptor.
History: Captain Nicholas Grayeson comes from a family of farmers in the pan-handle of Texas, all who have served in the United States Armed Forces. Due to this long, illustrious family history: Nicholas knew early on that he would be a member of the military. During his tenure at school, he passed his classes flawlessly and was accepted by his teachers as a natural scholar who would be a vital piece in college. When he arrived to high school, he continued to shine through his academic studies and was a natural leader when playing football for the school. It was also during this time, he enrolled into the Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps (JROTC) to get a taste of the military life. Upon graduation as class valedictorian, he announced he would not go into college immediately and was instead going into the military; stunning his teachers, classmates, and family members. Two days later, he signed his contract and was shipped to San Diego for recruit training for the Marine Corps. Like his years in school, Nicholas proved himself as an insightful platoon guide and graduated as the series' honor graduate. From here, he transferred to his follow-on course at Infantry Training Battalion on Camp Pendelton; again graduating as the Honor Graduate. With his last assignment of training, Grayeson reported to Basic Reconnaissance Course (BRC) to study in becoming a Reconnaissance Marine.
Upon completion of his follow-on training a year after BRC, Grayeson was assigned to the 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion in Okinawa, Japan as his first tour of duty. During his tenure with Third Recon, he traveled all over the Orient and trained with the different countries; while also assisting in seizing and destroying various drug/human trafficking rings. When his team deployed to the Middle East, he learned the different cultures there and rose to the rank of Sergeant (granting him the ability to lead a small-team). It was during his time here, that Nicholas lost his first man and almost his entire team in an improvised explosive device (IED) ambush by local militants. Though they fought off their enemy, this event left a lasting impression of his superiors and some of their bone-headed decisions. Returning to Japan, Nicholas transferred to the First Recon Battalion on Camp Pendelton; continuing on a fast-tracked deployment cycle to the Middle East. This fast deployment rotation, atop of the commendation medals he had garnered, Grayeson was granted a field-promotion to second lieutenant (which was granted full-time after returning state-side). As the years passed, with countless engagements in the Middle East and some in South America (including two more promotions); Nicholas decided to hang-up the uniform and retired early from military service.
Immediately after passing the colors to his replacement, Nicholas was approached by various companies to go into contract work. The work was essentially his previous work, but with better pay and benefits. Taking up the opportunity, he became a contractor for a multi-national agency who didn't care about the political background of their area of operations (so long as they were paid well). This work took him all over the world to new and some familiar places; especially with work in Africa. While working as a security detail for a oil rigging operation in Ethiopia, Grayeson was approached with another opportunity to work with an environmentalist group against the global giant: InGen. It was an odd request, especialy since he had down contract work with the same company they were asking him to work against. But, when the dollars flashed in his face and the dossier on why they contract was being offered; Nicholas got his team together and was on a plane to their rendezvous point to meet their employers. The job was easy: protect their people, do whatever they ask, and get back alive to be paid in full.
Extra: Nicholas is proficient in various forms of martial arts, most prominently in Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (MCMAP) and Japanese Kick-Boxing. In addition to his hand-to-hand prowess, he is extremely handy with all types of rifles and sidearms due to his reconnaissance and contracting history. Grayeson has been known to defy the orders of his superiors and will terminate a contract if the cost outweighs the benefit. |
48,096 | 1,300 | 4 | 78 | 8,915 | Sarah-East Coast of Isla Delmar
8:41 AM
She leaned back into the side of the van, wiping the sweat from her brow as they waited for the camera's to show them more intel on what was truly going on here. They had yet to seem much, most of the cages too close to the facility which meant to high a risk to explore just yet. The other three with her hardly needed her help for the time being so Sarah had made sure to keep out of the way. It was when they spoke up about a hybrid that she sat up a little straighter,moving closer to the screen to have a look and swiftly pulling out her notepad.
The triceratops DNA was evidence by structure of the animal body and size but the most easily noted part was the horn placement. If the shape of the skull and the armored like head plate was anything to go by than the mix was with a Pachycephalosaurs. The markings and coloring suggested this as well but there could be another surprise in the creature. It would probably be quick to be irritated or annoyed and most likely would start up a fight, charging at anything it deemed too close or a threat to dominance. Sarah quickly jotted down some note before starting to work on a sketch. It was terrifying yet entrancing all in the same breath. This was why InGen needed to be feared.
She was jolted out of her thoughts when Lowery spoke up about sneaking in which made a frown etch onto her features. Sure, getting a better look at the mysteries so closely guarded was a thrilling idea but it wasn't a move they should be making just yet. Sarah was about to speak up when Claire did it for her only the other woman had taken a different direction with her no that almost had Sarah wincing. She looked to Lowery and it was clear he had an issue with the statement and was going to say exactly what he was thinking. She felt for the guy, she wouldn't want to be stuck having to go against a friend. He was saying it was behind him now but she worried that when face to face with Vivian that that resolve might crumble.
She wanted to believe in him though. He knew what was at stake just like the rest of them and wouldn't lower him into thinking he wasn't ready. He was here and that was good enough proof for her. "Don't worry Claire, I got his back. I'll try to reason with him." Sarah replied before hopping out of the van, grabbing a gun from the rack and strapping it to her back before running to catch up with Lowery. | Renfield
Behavior Intelligence
Sarah is laid back and sort of a gentle being by nature but can be a ball full of sassy and sarcasm at times especially if she doesn't like you. She stands up for what she believes in and doesn't take any bullshit from others, not anymore. If you want to be stupid that is fine by her but she won't follow it and will probably call you out. If you end up on her good side or are a friend than you will never meet a more open, loyal and trustworthy person. She would happily sacrifice herself if it meant another could live.
Sarah and her twin brother Sam grew up to a wonderful family. Her mother was an artist while her father was an paleontologist which meant he could be away for long stretchs of time. This never dampered the pairs love for their father as they would wait patiently for his return or the next video chat from the site. It was those times that he would show them what they found that made her want to be a part of that history. Sam on the other hand was more the artist, but loved to draw and paint the creatures their father loved so much.
Sam went off to art school and she went off to study in her own field, saving up money by working at a veterinarian office. It wasn't really what she wanted to do but at least it paid well enough. It got her through her schooling and on to a brighter future.
When Jurassic World open, she took no time in signing up for any part of it she could be. She really wanted to get in and steady the animals but it seemed with her previous experience in the veterinarian field seemed to snag their eye more, making her work with keeping the dinosuars healthy. It wasn't a bad job and she had learned a lot from the other Medics about keeping themselves and other patrons healthy too. Unfortunately, it wasn't a complete walk in the park. Sarah's biggest example of that was the day with the velociraptors and the day she learned to beware. It seems that one of the newbie's had put in the wrong dose for one of the raptors sedation. While they were moving the one they needed out the other woke up and started attacking. Killed one person off the bat before she felt herself slammed the the ground. Everyone was in a panic, screaming and trying to get out of there while here she was, a raptor on her back and sharp claws digging into her right shoulder. If it wasn't for the backup overhead, Sarah knew that she would have been Dino chow. The thing that scared her most was that, the raptor had waited. It had to have been awake earlier and it waited for the perfect moment when their backs were turned and the over head group was moving for the gate.
She was more careful since that day and when the crisis at the park happened, it would have been an understatement to say it was chaos. Sarah was in even more of a panic since her brother was there. He was out for a visit, more so he convinced her they needed more time together which was code for I want you to do something for me. It turns out that he needed a cheaper ticket to see the dinosuars since he wanted to draw some of the hybrids he hadn't seen yet. It had been a knife to her heart when she had seen his body.
InGen had failed him and the others in her view. They should have fully study the dinosuar and what it could do. They should have look ahead on every possible gene that could go in and what it would mean the Indominous Rex could do. They should never...never hybrid a raptor. It was all a huge mistake in her eyes but no one had listened to her worries early on and they paid for it. She didn't hesitate when she received a call, asking to check in on InGen's new scheme and exam the potential danger of any dinosuar they came across or what the Dino's were capable of.
It is not only calming but brings back good memories of her childhood. It also can be extremely handy while taking notes and studying different animals body movements and what it might be capable of.
Hiking/Camping-She has a love of sleeping under the stars and being in the joy of nature than trapped inside. The more she can be free roaming in the trees or on a beach is all the better in her eyes. She isn't one to necessarily like the city but she can't really say she dislikes it either.
Animals- Sarah has always had a soft spot for animals and it has only grown as she became an adult which is obvious with her choice in jobs
Ocean- It is the one place she feels completely at peace
Reading-One cannot gain knowledge without information and this is still one of the best ways in Sarah's opinion. It is also one of the best ways to lose ones self in a more enchanting world than your own.
She doesn't leave anyone behind and she expects others to do the same. She hates those that would cowardly hide or abandon others in need.
Restrictions- She hates being told what to do and how to do it, especially when it comes to her job and people questioning her as if she is stupid or ignoring her advice.
InGen- She believes that they are too arrogant and that it leads to only disaster whenever they are around. After the results of Jurassic world, she has more than just dislike for these people.
Rudeness/Disrespect- Nobody likes a jerk. Enough said.
Isolation-No one should ever have to be alone...period.
It is a childish fear that has never gone away.
Velociraptors- She had a bad run in with them once and from that day on she has had a deep seeded fear of them and what they are capable off.
InGen-She fears the power that they have and the things that they can do with it. They have always had a way of turning heads and making them see their great ideas but they aren't always as great as they seem and it is always too late before they find out.
You will have to wait to find out more... |
48,097 | 1,300 | 5 | 26 | 2,681 | Johnathan Dexter - East Coast Of Isla Sorna, 8:44 AM
“Gents, we have to cut it short. We have tangos moving in on our location and we need to clear out before they arrive.” Jack looked toward the head of operations, but he saw Owen as more of a head of it though. That wasn't to say he didn't respect him, but he wasn't leaving till Owen did, and he seemed especially interested in the hybrid. He heard a small buzz in the distance, but knew it wasn't an island bug. There was a vehicle moving their way. Dexter tapped the ComLink that was around his ear and spoke,
"Claire. Claire do you copy?"
"Loud and clear. What do you need... Um..."
"Johnathan. Johnathan Dexter. I need you to get into the security mainframe and give us eyes on a vehicle moving our way."
"Yeah give me a second or two... Ok. I got it. There's one half a mile from your Location, moving at about 40 miles per hour. Oh my god... I can see the rest of the island and info from here. I have to go, tell me if you need me again." There was static from the other end on the line which meant Claire had hung up.
"We have a vehicle about a half a mile away coming at 40mph."
While the rest of the team moved on Dexter stayed behind with Owen, who was now right next to the hybrid. He didn't like it, but owns was a raptor trainer, how was a Triceratops-Pachy hybrid any different.
Claire Dearing and Zach Mitchell - East Coast of Isla Delmar at 8:46 AM
Claire pressed her ComLink and changed it to a different frequency. She scrolled through some for a bit until she found the right one. "Sarah, Lowery. I have access to InGen's security systems. I can open a few doors if you need it but turning off security cameras and silent alarms is restricted. The gaurds ComLinks also have trackers, and they are switching shifts. It's weird... It's like they know your coming. Your going to have to go the long way around if you want any to avoid getting caught. I'll keep you posted along the way. Claire sighed and fell back into her chair. "They're going to get themselves killed." She said grimly.
"Hey, Claire. I need a breather, I'm gonna be right outside the door of the Van." Claire nodded in acknowledgement and sat sat on the ground leaning Againts the van.
----Flashback----
"But you aren't always going to be around..."
"Hey... Look at me. We're brothers, and we'll always be brothers and we'll always come back to one another. No matter what."
"No matter what."
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Zach was now on the floor, crying. He tried to fight back the tears but it was no good. It was quiet enough so Claire wouldn't hear but he didn't no how long he could keep it that way.
Lowery Cruthers - East Coast of Isla Delmar at 8:46 AM
"Look, Sarah, as much as I appreciate you tagging along. I don't need your help. I'll be fine and so what if Vi- Ok. Yeah, we'll go around to the North Entrance. Bye. Now, like I was saying," Lowery now planted himself in front of Sarah, "So what if Vivian is here, outlet friendship was over the moment she signed that contract with InGen. I don't need your help, Claire's help, or Zach's help for that matter. You've all got your own problems, let me deal with mine." Lowery turned heel back to the way he was facing and started to walk away and plant himself in a squatting position behind some dense shrubbery.
From where he was the HQ was easily spotted. A tall white building in the middle of a desolate Island? Not suspicious at all. Claire and was right about one thing though, the gaurds were changing shifts. To move to try and get into the East entrance was a suicide mission. He stood back up and moved around through the foliage, occasionally looking back to see if he could spot Sarah still trailing him.
Dr. Henry Wu - Delmaro HQ at 8:52 AM
Wu clapped as Vivian finished her speech and the monitor shut off along with everyone else in the lab. If they closed this deal that would be a lot of money in the company's pockets, and it might just be Vivian who sold it for them. Once the clapping was over Wu pulled her away from the crowd discretely, walking her into his lab. "Please, sit." he said in a warm voice. You did a great job with your speech just now, and you may have just sold it to them. You are a big asset to this company, and we will talk about a raise and possibly a promotion a little later, but what I need to talk to you about right now is far more important," Just like that Wu's face went from warm to cold. "In sector A, the Stego Hybrid enclosure's silent alarm was tripped... By multiple entities. I believe your friend, Lowery Cruthers is among them," Wu, swallowed, not wanting to continue on, but he had to. "If, the situation arises where you too come face to face with one another I need to know that you won't hold back and you will... End it." Wu passed her a small handgun that was attached to his belt.
He stood up and walked around his office looks by out the window down on some of the dozens of enclosures. "I'm sorry, I know that it seems harsh, but to think... All of this, all that this company has built, will go to waste because of an old friendship with one person. I can't, won't think of it. So I need to know," his face was like ice when he turned to face Vivian once more. "Will you end it?" | Name: Johnathan Nathaniel Dexter
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Faction And Occupation: Environmentalists - Special Ops
Personality: Jonathan Dexter isn't the type to lead, but the type to follow. Which, in some cases isn't such a bad thing. Sure, he's not a hot head with and inflated ego who thinks that his idea and only his idea is right, but that isn't to say he won't stand up for what he believes in. That's why he applied for this group. He didn't have to lead but he could follow something his heart was set on. Johnathan is also very committed. No matter the danger, the opposition, if he commits to something he finishes it, and he finishes it the best he can. He doesn't half-ass things, and growing up from a hard working family he looks down on people who do. Work should be done right, and to him it's better to take longer to do something the right way than to finish it quickly the wrong way.
With that said he can be at sometimes a bit stubborn, sticking with one task at hand even when there might be multiple problems going on. Though he doesn't lead he can tell when someone else should take charge, even if it may be him. Even though he doesn't like it, if it's the most efficient way to get the job done while still being well completed, he will lead untill he can find someone else suitable for the job. Johnathan isn't the one to create ideas, but he is the one that can innovate them further.
History: Johnathan was born into a family of hard workers. He lived on a small farm in Central California in the United States. They never had a lot of money, he never had a lot of friends, he was home-schooled, and the closest building was 20 miles away from their farm. He lived a life of isolation and backbreaking work for the first 18 years of his life. That was when he decided to join the army. He was a well built, fit boy with nothing better to do, and he felt he right thing to do was to serve his country. He took 3 years of training and served on the front lines for 6 years before retiring and returning to live at his parents farm. He only stayed for a year because he got a very important phone call. One that changed his career, and his life.
InGen, a company well known at the time had offered him a job as the head of ACU, the Asset Containment Unit, at Jurassic World. Instead he turned it down for a job with less leadership, 2nd in Command. With a heavy heart, he said goodbye to his parents was again to a hopefully brighter future. Well, his future didn't turn out so bright after all. After 9 months at Jurassic World the park was finally open. He brought his parents and his older brother to come and spend their summer. That summer was when the incident went down. He escaped but his parents were killed in the Pterasaur Assualt. He found the three with blood stains on their clothes and watched the life leave their eyes. That's when he knew InGen couldn't be trusted anymore, and he resigned, returning to the empty farmhouse.
No less than 7 months later he got another very important phone call. The caller wouldn't give his name but he did say he was there when the incident went down at Jurassic World. He said he was part of a group of people who were trying to figure out what InGen's latest scheme was, and that it would offer good pay. Ecstatic at the offer to get revenge on the foolishness of InGen, he accepted, and is now on Isla Delmar, in the footsteps of InGen's latest creation.
Likes: The Ocean - He finds the water soothing. As long as there is no mosasaur in it he is alright with it.
Mountain Climbing - Something he and his family did on their offtime. It brings back good memories.
Farming - He was raised on it, lived most of his life doing it, he was kind of forced to like it.
Company - Ever since he worked at Jurassic World he got used to multiple people around him, and it was hard to adjust back to the solitude of his farmhouse.
Dogs - His family had a dog and he finds them as great companions.
Dislikes: Birds - After the Pterosaur Assault he disliked birds of any kind.
Genetic Hybrids - Actual dinosaurs he doesn't mind, but the Indominous, a genetic hybrid, almost ended his life.
InGen - The reason for his parents death.
Solitude - He's more of a conversation type of person.
Unnecessary Violence - If violence is what gets the job done, then he'll use it. But if it's unnecessary he prefers peaceful resolutions.
Fears: InGen - He fears the power it has sighing the world. He dislikes it, fears it, all around not good vibes comin from InGen.
Death - He was feet away from it, and those were the worst moments of his life.
Losing Loved Ones - The loss of his parents and brother was trafic enough. The loss of anyone else close to him would be the end for him.
Extra: Nothing to see here. Move along. |
48,098 | 1,301 | 0 | 1,154 | 1,925 | Rain fell heavily in the New York countryside. Thunder shook the ground, and lightning illuminated the gray sky as a car drove up to a gated fence, a stone pillar had a steel plaque that read "Ravencroft Estate." Ravencroft was known to hold the world's most dangerous and insane criminals.
"You know, you don't have to go with me."
"I... I know. But I want to."
The car pulled up to the front of the estate, a tall, strong man climbed out. His beard and side burns were thick and matched his neatly done brown hair. His soft brown eyes looked over to his son, full of concern. "You're sure about this?"
The younger man was tall, strong, and gave off a sense of honor, he stood up straight, his dark brown hair matched his father's, but it was held in a messy fashion. He had a handsome face, with a strong jaw and noble look about him, his dark blue eyes looked over at his father and nodded with a smile of assurance. A woman dressed in white walked out of the estate. "Hello, How can I help you two?"
"Hello. My name is Thomas Howlett. I made an appointment to see Margaret Rogers."
The two made their through the dark corridors. Laughter and voices echoed through the halls. "Remember, James... She's not who you remember." The father said quietly, his hand on his shoulders. They reached a steel door, and James stared at it, trying his best not to shake from fear. He had to stay strong... It had been so long since he's seen her or heard her voice.
The door opened to a white room, and in the corner sat a woman with unkept blonde hair in a gown, holding her knees up to her chin, staring out the window. The room was dead silent. James took the first step into the room, but the woman didn't notice. James slowly stepped towards the woman, an emotion of sickness, anger, and sadness moving through his whole body. "Mom." James whispered, holding out his hand he tried to touch his mother's shoulder.
Just before he made contact his mother turned towards him, the sight met him freeze in fear. Her face was deformed, and gave an evil grin. "You're next, boy!" a equally disturbing voice whispered, and out of her mouth a red shape with a demonic face rushed towards James.
James Rogers woke with a start, completely drenched in sweat. His entire body was flexed, and he was sitting up breathing heavily. His instincts kicked in and he was in defense mode. It was just a dream. His arms lowered a bit, and he gave out a large sigh.
He was back in his Academy Dorm. He had been since two days ago, but that dream has been haunting him forever. He always wanted to of see his mother again. But he was too scared, and ashamed of what happened. James looked over at his alarm clock. It was 5:30 in the morning, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again. He climbed out of bed, and turned on the lights, preparing for the day. Every dorm room in the Academy was personally designed for each student, and even though he was now in Los Angeles, his dorm looked like his apartment room in New York.
Movie posters, sports trophies from little league, photos of him and his family, and an old Brooklyn Dodgers pennant decorated the wall. His desk had a single lamp and wrappers and papers scattered all over it, he had a punching bag in the corner of the room, and next to the door was a baseball bat, and his shield he carried everywhere. The room also came with a personal bathroom and closet, and a TV. He put on a pair of dark blue sweatpants and a training shirt with the iconic "A" on the upper shoulder. After that he walked through the empty campus, and started his morning jog.
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James arrived back on campus by the time the sun was up, and the first batch of students had finally arrived for the new "semester."
The campus was huge, and had pretty much anything. There was a large lake, a forest, and the desert surrounding the campus that was full with slick and stylish buildings. There were buildings for classes, dorms, arenas that changed environment for simulations, a multi-level gym, and in the center of it all was the Hall of Heroes that resembled Stark Tower in New York. The upper levels were where the Advanced Classes took place.
James walked across campus, and students of all ages were swarming around, talking and laughing, students who could flew overhead, speedsters zoomed by causing a student to drop all of their books.
It had been two years since he was placed into the "Next Avengers" program, and so far he was one of the top students in the Academy. People have come and gone, and there will be new and old faces that he will see up in the tower. He moved out of the way of a guy chasing down a suitcase that was walking on its own, and waved at a couple of people he recognized from the previous years.
He still had to take a shower and get everything ready for the day...Hopefully James' sixth year being at this academy will be a good one. | Name: James Victor Rogers
Age: 18
Years in the Academy: 6
Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine)
Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn.
Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes
-Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance.
Master tactician
-While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability.
Accelerated Healing factor
-Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal.
It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go.
Heightened instincts, and senses
-Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases.
Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California.
My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to.
At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement.
She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball.
For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down.
Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know!
Annabelle Boltagon
-Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other.
Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade).
Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts.
Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan" |
48,099 | 1,301 | 1 | 2,321 | 94 | Mark groaned in annoyance as he heard his alarm going off. He had never been a morning person, and swore he never would be. People who liked mornings were probably the same as people who gave out raisins on Halloween and tried to pass it off as candy. Groggily thinking to himself, he wondered if he could maybe ignore the alarm for another 5 minutes. He buried his head between his pillows, trying to ignore the feeling of his arm sliding off his bed and moving to press the......wait.
"Euclid, no!" Mark exclaimed as he suddenly shot up from bed. He glared at his now metallic left hand, which had been positioned over the alarm button. "Last time you did that you crushed it. I don't need to buy another alarm clock, thank you." Mark felt an odd scratching at the back of his mind that he had come to recognize as annoyance from his symbiote. Still, the metal around his arm turned to liquid, and rejoined the small metal plate at the top of his spine.
Finally awake, Mark took a moment to reflect. It had been four years since his symbiote, whom he named Euclid, bonded with him and changed his life. Since then, he had learned to communicate with it at a basic level. To no one's surprise, it turned out Euclid thought very much like a computer, though it had its own little quirks. It didn't like it when Mark slept in, for instance.
Mark looked around his room. He had moved back in yesterday, and appreciated the simple look of his dorm. The walls were lined with a few posters of sci-fi settings. His desk was dominated by his desktop computer, which he mainly used for finalizing blueprints, though he also appreciated the processing power for the occasional computer game he played. He also had a large amount of papers shoved to the side that he used for his sketches.
--
After finally getting himself ready for the morning, Mark gathered up his stuff, and made for the cafeteria. In Mark's opinion, the only good thing about mornings was breakfast. He figured he'd grab something to eat before he made his way to the Hall of Heroes. It would be his second year in the "Next Avengers" program, and he wanted to at least make an alright impression. | Name: Mark Westbrook
Age: 18
Appearance:
Years in the Academy: 4
Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include:
Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon
Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists
Back mounted Jetpack
Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries.
While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home.
Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter.
After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program.
Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional!
Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it.
However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active.
Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest. |
48,100 | 1,301 | 2 | 32 | 217 | ao rubbed absently at the triangular rune on his forehead as he finished marking the small vials of purple liquids. These were for the allergy affliction, specifically for those who didn't respond well to modern medicines. Nature related powers generally rejected modern medicines so it was good to have some on hand if they ever needed it. He glanced at the brewing schedule. A heavy sigh escaped. The Laevo brewing was a pain. Nao stored away the bottles and waved his hand as the shimmering curtain around him, dismissing it. Although the warding unnecessary here, old habits die hard.
Suddenly noise from outside slammed into Nao. He frowned. It was only two in the morning, who was up at this hou- he froze as he peaked through the blinds. People swarmed the Academy grounds, speedsters zipping between students, a few telekinetics tossing a football between them, and a pair of teleported playing tag. If new arrivals were here... He glanced down at the contraption known as a watch. A gift from one of his professors when they realized he wasn't purposefully late to class, just used a candle to keep a loose track of time. Seems the mistake he made yesterday afternoon took up more time than anticipated. He'd been working for just over twenty four hours. Now that he had a second, his stomach growled loudly and he felt the shaking in his hands. He sighed and picked up his bag before leaving and locking the door behind him. First, a change of clothes and a quick shower then food.
He stuck to some of the lesser traveled pathways of the Academy. It was a new year, people were excited and happy. He disn't need to ruin it with his stoic face and awkward mannerisms. Just over 5'9 and kind of lanky, Nao moved as if he wasn't fully comfortable in his own skin and treaded lightly. It tended to unnerve those not used to him. Really, he just avoided people in generally especially when he hadn't showered in a full day. There was a time he wouldn't even have considered a shower. In the coven, you hopped in the stream. Warm water on demand was such a mercy. Rivers got cold in the winter after all.
Arriving at his dorm, he recited the incantation at the door popped open. Unlike most, Nao specifically requested his door only to be opened by magic. Of course, non magic user administrators could still access the room but someone wandering into his room while he was having a nightmare could be hurt beyond help. It was safer just to deny access to most. The door shut behind him, seamlessly blending with the wall.
He had decorated his dorm room in warm yellows and oranges and red. Fall was his favorite season and he liked to be surrounded by the colors. A few shelves adorned the walls, jars and vials of powders and herbs lined next to books. A small writing desk across from his desk held a stack of neatly organized folders and pens, which he had nearly passed out from delight holding. A miniature quill with ink in it was an amazing sight to behold. At the foot of his bed sat a large trunk covered in wardings. Inside were tomes he stole for the coven after it destroyed itself. The covered everything from sacrificial offering preperations to spells accessing the very depths of another's mind. The Academy nearly confiscated them but a temper flare that resulted in half a building's water pipes exploding convinced them otherwise. Instead they warded the ever lasting hell out of the trunk. Only a few people on the campus knew how to unlock it.
Nao tossed his bag onto the bed before rushing into the shower. He still had trouble figuring out the dials but eventually rinsed away his exhaustion. He looked in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Dark circles had started moving in again underneath his eyes. Another scolding was coming. Oh well. He jammed himself into a black long sleeve sweater, a pair of kahakis, and slung on his lab coat. Snatching up his bag, Nao bolted. If he hurried, he'd have time for a decent meal. | Name: Nao Saito
Age: 17
Years in the Academy: 3
Ancestors: Unknown
Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects.
Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper.
An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that.
Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible.
I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life.
I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance.
- taken from the biography section of his academy application
Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days.
Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies. |
48,101 | 1,301 | 3 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Vix was watching music videos, while she was being driven to the academy. To her father she appeared as if she was blankly staring ahead of herself. He was used to the behaviour and at times he even could guess what was she doing.
"We are nearly there. Stop chatting." This time he didnt guess right.
"Not chatting, music."
"Ah, still, turn off the internet Vix. " Vix rolled her eyes and did as she was told. Last year in the academy she took all the subject she could pass with little to no effort, accumulating a bunch of credits. Only the training and mediation classes she put some effort in. They helped as in a year she started to trigger her function willingly at a 64% success rate. Thougth when she summed the duration of it usage the results didnt look half as rosy.
Parking spot found she opened the door and left the car. It was already getting dark. Another year she mused to herself and this time she was going to the more intense training program. Next Avengers. She felt two arms wrapping around her and a soft kiss on the top of her hair. "Father." She stated it looking over her shoulder at the culprit of the hug grinning widely at her.
"It will be fine. You are my little girl."
"I am 17, old man."
"You are my 5 year old baby girl. I will gift you a pink pony for cristmass. " He ruffled the black locks as his expression turned from playful to a bit more serious." Now remember what I and your mother told you. Try making some friends while you are at it. We both will be proud of you. Sorry she couldnt see you off." Vix didnt mind her mother not seeing her off to school. She understood and it was logical as well. She could connect to a chat room with her mother and grandfather if she wanted. She decided not to diverge their attention, they were busy for a reason.
"Its hard to forget when I have been told the same thing 33 times during the last ten days. Are you aiming for a world record? " She responded taking her coffer out the trunk. She stopped debating with herself the next course of action. After several quick simulations weighing the pros and cons she looked at her father and gave him a hug. He all but melted from the gesture.
"See you." She waved and walked off to the dorms, it was late and tomorrow she had her first class. Her room was the same as she left it. White walls, a grey sofa with a low black table in front of it. The only electronics in the room was a lamp in one corner. The white bed was still pushed against one wall. The room looked like no one lived in it. Mostly because Vix barely used it during last year. She opened her walk in closet and that was a different story. Several aroma candles were still on the floor half burned. Unpacking she opened the secret stash she made the year before. Filling it up once more. Smoking was forbidden in the dorms, but the rule breaking was trilling for her at the same time the act was calming. Plus she wasnt harming anyone doing it in her closet.
Vix had no need for sleep, so in lack of things to do before the official classes started she went to the rooftop. She always preferred heights, and she liked the sensation of flying. Maybe this year she could improve enough that she could fly for more than minutes at time. She wanted to hope, but her own brain calculated the statistic of her improvements and prognosis of her future success. Browsing the internet for kitten videos she waited for the sun to rise. The warmth of the closest star to Earth was refreshing for her body, her eyes refocusing on the people having their early work out. She recognised a few of them. Noting the patterns they used to do their rounds of the school ground.
Soon breakfast came and with it a bunch of students new and old mixing together. It was time to get the tower. Standing up she didnt even try to fly there. She wouldnt make it, with a frown on her face she walked down the stairs and out in the sea of students. She was punctual to a dot when she arrived to the hall of heroes. Her fingers moved and adjusted he bangs over her solar gem hiding it under the black locks, as she scanned around the faces of her classmates.
Vix couldnt help herself as she looked up several topics up. All advocated smiling as a positive first impression. Her frown changed to a neutral and soon to a small smile. | Name: Vix
Age: 17
Appearance:
Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup.
Years in the Academy: 2
Ancestors:
Mother: Viv
Grandfather: Vision
Grandmother: Virginia (deceased)
Powers/Abilities:
Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism
Computer Brain:
Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data.
Density Manipulation:
Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method.
She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state.
Solar Radiation Absorption:
The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully.
Bio:
Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly.
She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her.
It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself.
Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her.
At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood.
At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to.
Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating.
Relationships:
Annabelle Boltagon:
A classmate, shared several subject with her.
Neutral.(+1.2)
James Victor Rodgers:
Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on.
Neutral.(+1)
Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker
Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally.
Neutral. (+0.5)
Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider
'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying.
Had several active and enjoyable conversations.
Friendly (+4.9)
Alex Kinney
Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game.
During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on.
Friendly (+5.1)
Weapons: None
Personality:
Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world.
Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it.
Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother.
Other:
She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas.
She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it.
She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that.
She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust. |
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