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Post by miokalia on Mar 3, 2011 12:35:36 GMT -5
Another voice came over the channel, this one sounded like another traffic-controller, although not particularly enthusiastic. "This is Intermat Hokyldaryon Station traffic control, please proceed to the transition orbit lanes for now. It is advisable for you to dock at the station prior to proceeding to the moons. Please hold while we determine which port..." Then that elevator music came on again. Followed by the upbeat, recorded voice, "Europa has beaches! Real Surf and Sea! Use this QR code to load the Axial Profile and you will be just minutes away from paradise." Then another advertisement came on. Some weird 80's-like jingle advertising the Casino/Hedonistic Wonderland moon, Io. A video transmission then came in and at first, there was some kind of metal, semi-skeletal-looking raptor sheepishly trying to remain mostly off-screen while saying, "Thank you for holding", it was evident that it was the voice from before, "It looks like the estimated wait time is 27 hours..." Then a neon-furred fox came on the screen, she pushed the biozoid out of the way and said, "I'm sorry for the hold. We've got an express transit code for you that will get you past the docking queue, and we've got a docking clade ready for you. You'll be sharing the clade with only one other ship so there will be plenty of room. Feel free to pull in at your convenience! Welcome! And I hope you enjoy your stay!" She then punctuated that last bit with a "tee hee" and curtsy before closing the connection. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taiyrirn clattered on the floor noisily after being shoved off his stool. He didn't expect the Traffic Ambassador to remove him from his station so unexpectedly. "What's that about", the biozoid asked. She said, "Two things, 1: This is their first time they've come through here, we have to make sure they are comfortable! and 2: That ship would clog up the docking que, we don't put ships over a certain size into the docking queue!" "They would have been fine. Everybody waits.", he replied. The system posted an alert from an incoming damaged vessel. " Insufferable Fist of Glorypunching? Is that one of ours?", he asked. "No, It's Sifisian", said the neon holofox. "It's also falling apart.", the biozoid said, "It is my mechanical assessment that letting that ship do the slingshot orbit around Jupiter to get to the minor moons for the Main Bazaar would needlessly imperil the crew... Not that I care... That much." The holofox kissed him and said, "Send them to the same docking clade as the Purger, There's more than enough room and the whole dock is open." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Taiyrirn got on an audio channel with the Sifisian ship and said, " Insufferable Fist of Glorypunching, you are cleared for an emergency docking at the following address code. Do not proceed to the Callisto/Ganymede Bazaar you will not be able to make it in your current state without a tow." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ {{{OOC: Both the Anean and the Aatu ships are docking on opposite sides of the same "concourse", there is plenty of room for both of course.}}} Other notes - A not-to-scale flow-chart-type map of the Jovian Moons: i16.photobucket.com/albums/b48/jhresch/jupiter.png
- Tiyrirn (pronounced: Tire-Iron) is one of these: www.zoidspoison.com/images/px-std-bioraptor.jpg
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 3, 2011 13:38:16 GMT -5
"Roger Intermat, we're changing course now..."
He put the transmitter down and thought. He thought very hard. In order to change course so abrubtly, he was going to have to do another burn and turn.
My poor ship...
This close to the station it was sure to give someone heart attacks, as well, but that couldn't be helped. He picked up a comms connected to a bullhorn that was worked into every life-supporting room of the ship.
"Alright lads, buckle down, we're doing another burn and turn, so strap in everything that isn't already bolted down, and stick your heads between your knees and kiss it."
He began pulling a series of levers and switches on the console, perfectly timed with two others in the sensor suite and engine rooms of the ship. The first series of levers deactivated the locks holding the ship compartments in a rigid formation, allowing all of the 'traincars' to drift apart on elastic, interwoven cables. The second series of levers activated maneuvering thrusters located in several sections, causing the back half of the ship to start being pushed violently to it's side, appearing as if the ship had broken in half and was now drifting in two separate directions (while on fire).] This, however, was not the case, as after two full minutes, the third series of keys and buttons were pressed, and the front sections of the ship soon followed. A few containers had drifted free of their braces and mag-holds, but they were quickly corralled in by several large mag-harpoons that slowly worked to bring them back into position as the ship once again formed itself into a rigid shape, locking into position. The main engines lit up, burning bright and hot, the nuclear-saltwater drive throwing out vapor that, would it have landed in an atmosphere or been launched from a planet, would have glowed a lovely shade of radioactive blue for several million years. The entire ship shuddered, it's maneuvering thrusters on it's right side firing again to slow it's forward advance and change direction.
"Alright everyun, that did it, prepare for docking, and make sure the containers are latched properly this time, dammit."
He picked up the transmitter again.
"Alright Intermat, we're on course to dock, Insufferable Fist over and out."
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"Sir we haven't received any response from the unknowns, but a small craft appears to be breaking off. The...Aluezians have responded, but no military protocols."
"Well, they did say that it was a civvie station. Hail them again, ask them about Commander Kael, and let them know we're going to need quite a bit of space in order to maneuver and slow down."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 3, 2011 13:54:28 GMT -5
Tiyriron thought this was supposed to be the easy one, but now that Insufferable Fist ship was pulling some disconcerting manoeuvers. The back half of it flipped around, it looked like the ship's frame broke. Appearing to swing out of control, it looked like it was a matter of time, a short time, before it was going to hit the clade.
Inside the clade, Tiyriron panicked and exclaimed, "We're going to die! I'm going to die! Again! Why does this always happen to me! First it was damn radiation, then they made me into this thing, now I'm going to be smashed! I fucking hate everything!"
It managed to not break apart. Towboats deployed to steer it into dock. While Tiyriron curled up and cried in a corner.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 3, 2011 15:21:32 GMT -5
"We probably gave the dockmaster quite a fit with that, sir." "Eh. Asking this big bird to turn when he's so close was bound to have something like that happen. Keep eyes on those 'tugs', in case they do something funny. I still don't like how fast we're goin', and since we couldn't use the gauss guns to make the turn faster, we might be going in a bit too much to the right.." "We'll bring him in just fine sir." Junka-Centurion Jax looked at his navigations officer and sighed. The young 'wraithborn', as they were coming to be called, was quite spry on his feet, the black fur and carapace shining in the red emergency lighting. He had a terrible habit of gnawing his claws, which made him ineligible for duty on a warship, because of his brittle claws, but made him perfect for civilian ships because they were trimmed, and not likely to damage something important on accident. He was bouncing about, his red eyes not needing normal light to see as he bounded over cables and bulkheads. Jax, by comparison, was quite slow, his false leg limping along and an eyepatch preventing himself from utilizing any depth perception. He had a prosthetic arm, but only a very rudimentary one, although with the hydraulics and pistons, it was a good sight more complex than the over-glorified metal peg-leg that was where his left leg should have been. They were both waiting near one of the hatches as a different shift brought the ship in with assistance from the tugs. They were joined by a 'cog'. Well, they don't much like bein' called that..Havenites. Odd lot. They make themselves metal bodies, but leave the tongues... A Ryvuuli soon joined them, his gold-trimmed robes bright and clean against the dust covered jumpsuits of everyone else. "I do hope, Junka, that you are especially careful-" "Yeah yeah, expensive irreplaceable equipment. Got it." He pulled out a small, red beret with the Sifisian Shipping insignia on the front of it, and put it on. It was the only genuinely clean and well-kept article of clothing on his person. "Well, lets hope we don' have to wait too long fro the sc-boys to 'ave a look at us..." ----------------------------------------------- OOC: The S.S.C. insignia looks like a gold wolf's head clutching a dove in it's maw. Aatu have odd symbolism
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Post by miokalia on Mar 3, 2011 15:39:19 GMT -5
The Insufferable Fist's crew was greeted by a neon holofox (basically a super-friendly, cute ambassador AI), and Officer Horganthaler ( www.shopro.co.jp/tv/images/zoids_genesis/chara/zairin_02b.jpg ). Horganthaler immediately said, "There is a speed limit in transition orbit for a reason, captain!" The holofox was much nicer and said, "Welcome to Intermat Hokyldaryon Station! It looks like you had a horrendous trip! A request has been put in to let you set up your trade space in the Promenade sarcomere G!" The holofox had bubbling sunshine down to a science.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 3, 2011 15:52:59 GMT -5
"Well excuse me for wanting to get here before I died."
Before Jax could finish his remarks to Horganthaler, his thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched keening noise.
"Oh my gods it's so adorable I want one! I want five! Ten! I want all of them!"
"Godsdammit R'ka."
R'ka, the nav-officer, pounced at the holofox, flying through her and onto the floor, momentarily looking disappointed before pawing at her form.
"This one of those funny comm-things?"
The Ryvuuli grimaced a bit.
"Interesting. Promenade G will do fine, we already have our two longboats pulling the container in question over so we can unload it better, any help from your dockworkers in unloading would be appreciated greatly. We n-"
"Ahem. We need to acquire some specialty goods for the Project back home, and we've brought several unique items in trade, and some commodities, if it's alright."
Jax fished through his pockets, pulling out a worn datapad, handing it to Horganthaler.
"You'll find everythin' we're lookin' for on that list, and what we have in our container that needs help being unloaded."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 3, 2011 16:25:00 GMT -5
"Yes, very well", Horganthaler said, "Chief Security Officer Dollo will need to take a look around the ship to make sure you don't have any radiation leaks. Despite what it may seem at first glance there are organic creatures aboard this station and we'd rather they not end up sick or dead."
Officer Dollo was already there. He was a tall black, smoke-like creature that resebled something somewhere between a dinosaur and a wolf in shape. It was hard to tell. He said, "Thank you Horganthaler, now let's get down to business, Captain. Just so you know, I'm not singling you out, it's just that because of the damage to the ship, I'm obligated to inspect it for radiation or chemical leaks for the safety of the station, as I'm sure Horganthaler mentioned. So captain, lead the way."
While Horganthaler paused to touch some dust on one of the panels... he zoned out a bit and began remembering Earth. The abandonned toilets in the woods, the piles of old sofas he used to jump on as a kid before the planet died, all the wonderful, vibrant mess of life from before *it* happened. The thing he would always tell himself when he began to miss being a living dinosaur was the new Immanence Tajirate mantra: "At least you survived it". But even this: this ship was full of a messy vitality which reminded him of what he once was.
His remininscing was interrupted by a strange... licking...?
The Havenite was licking him while he was spacing-out over the dust.
"What... are... you doing?", Horganthaler freaked out, "Please refrain from... that... immediately!"
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 3, 2011 17:14:43 GMT -5
"I'm sure you're not, Mister Dollo, tis not an old ship, but he's seen better days. I'd do the same ifn I were in your position. Welcome aboard. Ch'ron, you oversee your precious machines being offloaded, I'm going to give the Sec-wolf here the grand tour...R'ka, get some of the lads who're offshift, they deserve a break."
"Aye sir!"
R'ka bounded back into the ship, giggling madly and yelling about shore leave as the Ryvuuli harumphed, turning to the holofox.
"Could you direct me to the loading bays please? Its very sensitive equipment, and I don't want some oaf breaking anything."
The Havenite quickly put his mask back on, saying naught a word as he took several steps back from the biozoid, and only when he was a good ten feet away did he finally say: "You taste like sad and metal shoes" after which he returned to Ch'ron's side, unresponsive from that point on as Junka Jax sighed, stepping back onto his ship.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 4, 2011 1:36:40 GMT -5
The Purger docked with the station after the short trip to Jupiter. Klara headed off the bridge. She will be the one to make contact with the people and establish whether or not they will pose a threat to her crew.
The task arrived near Mars, the message still being played. Although, she ceased the repeat and then sent her own message. There are ships and such clearly visible around the planet.
"This is Fleet Admiral Luca Rio commanding the 241st Anean Scout Task Force. We have no violent intentions and wish only to establish contact with the civilizations of this system. Please respond."
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 4, 2011 3:18:41 GMT -5
HNS Vancouver: Vancouver-Class Supercarrier Admiral Halsey yawned, just another day on Holmbergsvania's largest naval vessel. He'd been recalled from NAVCOM in order to man the helm. He knew Alaric had done this, deep down. Alaric always had his little secrets... not nessecarily state secrets. Why would he be concerned about the Aneans anyway? They were far away, around Pluto at last check. "Sir- incoming message" a communications officer shouted across the busy command bridge. "This is Fleet Admiral Luca Rio commanding the 241st Anean Scout Task Force. We have no violent intentions and wish only to establish contact with the civilizations of this system. Please respond." Halsey's heart skipped a beat. Aneans? Here? Oh no... He'd heard rumors about them, but now he was staring a scout fleet in the face with the remenants of the Holmbergsvanian Navy by his side. Maybe he could strong-arm Alaric into telling his secret. Halsey was all for government transparency... perhaps Alaric was into illegal dealings- No. He was a good leader. But the Aneans... were animals. Something that struck Halsey as atrocious. He'd always had a sort of 'fear' of furs, despite the Holmbergsvanian Navy being fully integrated. To him, these 'animals' were sending this scout fleet as a vanguard of a larger force to exterminate Holmbergsvania. Regardless of him being totally wrong, paranoia took hold. "We're not going to let them turn our empire into some... emirate." Halsey nodded, turning to give a command. His AI, Nimitz, stopped him. "Sir- they said they were friendly. I highly advise against doing anything that could agitate them" "This is my nation, Nimitz. I'm not going to let it fall to these... barbarians." "Admiral- with all due respect, if these 'barbarians' were seeking to invade, they would have sent a much larger force. Hell, we'd probably be space dust right now if they were hostile. Pick your battles carefully." With a blink, the avatar of Nimitz disappeared. Halsey looked straight ahead at the command map. "All ships, form an offensive formation near the Anean fleet, engagement distance" "But sir-" An officer stood in front of Halsey's sight of the map. "What have the Aneans done to us? Stand down" "I said. OFFENSIVE FORMATION. Get out of my face, before I charge you with dereliction of duty." "Make me." The arctic wolf stayed. "You're off your rocker, Halsey" Halsey smirked, reaching for the intercom. "Security to the Bridge, First Officer Halcombe has gone rampant. Take him to the brig." Two burly marines, grizzly bears, worked their way to the bridge, taking the wolf by the arms and dragging him off the bridge. "You have no idea what you're doing, Halsey!" Halcombe shouted as he was dragged off down a hallway. "Now- anyone have dissent?" The crew shook their heads. "Good. Ease the Vancouver into the formation, someone give me a link to the Anean command vessel." A communications officer nodded, opening the comm channel. "Grand Admiral Luca Rio, this is Admiral Michael Halsey of the Holmbergsvanian Navy. Turn back now or you WILL be fired upon. Any attempt at continuing further will result in IMMEDIATE hostile action. Your expansion ends here." Halsey keyed off the mic.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 4, 2011 3:56:57 GMT -5
That message from the Holmbergsvanians is fairly irritating to Luca, who wanted only peace. Luca ordered the task force to raise shields and power up weapons again.
She said back, "Admiral Halsey, you're an idiot. I come here with peaceful intentions and yet you want to start a war. I am not going to leave, not now. I dare you to fire on us because I can assure you that that will be the last thing you ever do.
"And what expansion are you talking about? If we were here with intent to conquer, there'd be an armada, not a task force. And no, there's not one on the way. I am in sole command of the Empire's space forces.
"So quit being a dumbass before I have to come over there and slap sense into you."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 4, 2011 13:56:17 GMT -5
Intermat Hokyldaryon Station
Over the PA system a chime played, followed by the announcement:
"Due to naval activity across the asteroid belt, the freighter Aloha Mars will be delayed."
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Captain Tycho Nadara at Intermat Hokyldaryon Station
Tycho didn't know why he fished off the bridge in the terrarium, there weren't any fish there. But it didn't really matter for some reason.
He just stuck the pole in a post and randomly paced around.
A semitransparent blue box then showed up, floating in mid-air. It said, "Captain Tycho to Clade 33, Dock D. Emissary Status."
He threw a rock through the hologram, and said, "This is Captain Tycho to Ops, why can't Dollo do it?"
"Captain Dollo is inspecting a damaged ship.", it replied.
"What about Andertol?", he asked.
"Andertol is not on the station at this time.", it replied.
"How about 30 holofoxes with those flower necklaces? Everybody loves holofoxes with tiki stuff.", said Tycho.
"30 holofoxes with tiki necklaces will be assembled at the dock to accompany you.", it said.
"Alright, fine. You can bring the tube out and send me over.", he said, standing more or less upright in anticipation for said tube.
A glass tube then lowered over him and sucked him out of the terrarium, leaving his fishing pole still stuck in the post, undisturbed.
Unlike the majority of his species, Captain Tycho was not a biozoid. He was still an organic raptor, something there wasn't a whole lot of any more.
The tube tossed him out into the middle of the clade concourse, amongst a gaggle of 30 neon holofoxes, all wearing tiki outfits. "Excuse me, ladies", he said, "You don't need to do the tiki outfit, I was just kidding but ops is crazy apparently."
About half of them shrugged. "There's only two of you running these, are there?"
The other half of them giggled affirmatively.
"Alright so we've got who?", he asked.
"Aneans apparently.", said one of the holofoxes.
"Well, that's weird. I didn't know they were still around.", he said.
"Well you should, according to Knowledge, there is currently recognition between Persephone and the Aneans, to the effect that they would help Anean vessels if they had trouble around there instead of drawing them into the planet and screwing with them.", she said.
"Well that's only common decency...
Alright. These people are going to be kinda unpleasently agog when they start looking around and seeing the mechanical undead. So I'm granting them free access to station amenities. That might take their minds off of the biozoids a little. Maybe."
Captain Tycho and his gaggle of holofoxes stood near the dock gate. The Aneans would have to go through their airlock, the dock airlock, the isolation hall (a tube with air rushing upward and UV lights and stuff) and then finally the security platform and the dock gate which Tycho had opened.
A couple holofoxes approached the gate and got ready to put their flower necklaces on the Aneans.
"Bongiorno!", they said, for some reason erroneously thinking that Tiki was an Italian thing.
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Dorvan Interfreight Annex Station
Hidalgo, A tarnished, gold biozoid slowly rotated in his office chair, his voice sounded like sandpaper, he said, "Why is my ship, the Aloha Mars being delayed?"
On the other end of the link was some uninterested hipster coronan wearing about 3 pairs of glasses and a cape made from an old Calie flag said, "There's some... stuff going on at Mars with the Aneans and we can't have you exiting jump right in the middle of battle, hurrr."
"Then do somethin' about it, uh? I got 20,000,000 woolong on that ship right now that needs to be delivered.", he said.
The two other well-armed biozoids next to him subtlely indicated the guns they had mounted all over themselves.
"Take it up with the Aneans, they're the ones that sent their fleet over there. Peace, asshole". The coronan ended the connection.
Hidalgo, frustrated... went back to winding his little apple-shaving machine again.
"Those Aneans are going to lower their weapons 'round these parts. It's bad for the business.
Perhaps we should send someone to go talk to the ones that docked here... and see if he can forge an... understanding."
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 4, 2011 14:44:44 GMT -5
"Admiral Halsey, you're an idiot. I come here with peaceful intentions and yet you want to start a war. I am not going to leave, not now. I dare you to fire on us because I can assure you that that will be the last thing you ever do. "And what expansion are you talking about? If we were here with intent to conquer, there'd be an armada, not a task force. And no, there's not one on the way. I am in sole command of the Empire's space forces. "So quit being a dumbass before I have to come over there and slap sense into you." Words that Halsey took as a threat. A major threat. "Anean vessels powering up, sir" Nimitz reappeared, looking rather pissed off at Halsey. "Don't look at me like that" "You've ordered the entire nation's remaining navy into a typhoon. You have no idea what to do, don't you?" "SHUT UP!" Halsey banged his fist on the pedestal that Nimitz's avatar appeared on. Nimitz disappeared again. "Coilguns ready, sir" one of the fire control fennecs turned to Halsey. "Fire on my command." Alaric Holmberg V, currently at his place of residence "He WHAT?" Alaric shouted from the shower. His chief of staff of the Navy had knocked on the door before, saying his message while the prince was singing in the shower. "He's about to engage the Aneans-" "Tell the little peckerhead RIGHT NOW that I need to talk to him. Hell, tell the first officer to-." "Halsey has temporarily detained Halcombe sir." "Who in their right mind put Michael Halsey in command of the rest of my navy?!" Alaric turned off the shower, about to punch a hole through the window. Alaric's chief of staff shuddered. He put him in command, hell, the man was at the top of his class at the naval academy, a brilliant tactician- which was the only thing the man saw, throwing out the PsychEval that reccomended immediate termination of Halsey despite his superior performance. "Now he's- god. Get me a communication channel with the man" "Will do, prince." HNS Vancouver "Admiral" the communcations officer turned to Halsey. "Message from the Holmbergsvanian government, it's Prince Alaric" "Put me in contact with him. Now" "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING YOU DUMBASS?" Alaric's voice could be clearly heard through the headset, probably across the entire bridge you could hear it. "THE ANEANS ARE OUR ALLIES!" "Not if they have a fleet that's currently readying to fill us full of holes, sir" "Good move, smartass. Who moved first? Who ordered attack formation?" "I did." "Did I give you an order to?" "No. But with all due respect, you're not up here" "Didn't I say I had the situation with Anea under control?" "Yes. But now they're coming into our space." "Halsey- do you-" "Come to think of it, Why do you say that you have it under control, Alaric? What's your connection to Anea?" "That's classified" "Bull-dung it's classified" "Halsey, for the good of humanity and Holmbergsvania, quit being a dumbass and stand down" "How do I know that we're not gonna be their slaves?" "That's preposterous" "How do I know you're not selling out your entire nation?" "You're mad." "Not mad, just wondering why you're being so damned secretive" "Some things shouldn't-" "I'm FIVE SECONDS from starting a war here, Alaric. TELL ME NOW!" Alaric sighed. This was gonna hurt him. A secret he's been keeping for 80 or so years. "TELL ME NOW OR I START A WAR!" "Halsey. You know Grand Admiral Luca Rio?" "Yes, the little whore who intruded in our space" "Halsey. She's not a whore. She's my WIFE." Halsey was dumbfounded. All the stuff filtered into his head at once. Furs were evil. Aneans were evil. Prince Alaric was married to not only a fur or an Anean. He was married to both. "You... traitor." "What?" Alaric knew this would happen. "You married an Anean and didn't tell anyone? Good. Now there's nothing stopping them from enslaving us... unless..." Halsey turned to the bridge crew. "Ventral thrusters, Set Azimut to 90. Point the gun at Port Penguin. If you resist, I will shoot you MYSELF." Halsey removed his pistol from his holster. "But sir-" A fire control officer turned around, within a milisecond, a bullet shattered his kneecap. "DO IT NOW!" Halsey dropped the call to Alaric. "Attention, all vessels- The Prince has gone traitor. He has stated to me that he intends to sell us into slavery. Alaric has joined the enemy. Recognize him as such, and direct your weapons towards the surface" The fleet turned away from the Aneans, albeit a bit slowly, the vessels turning towards the surface. "Sir, message from the Frigate Paulson" "Hit it. Captain Nikanor?" "Sir- I don't understand. There's civilians down below" The fear in the young captain's voice could clearly be heard. "Yes, but there's a traitor below, and his name is Alaric Holmberg." "But sir- that's the prince" "He's a traitor now. He said he was going to sell us all into slavery. He's married to Ms. Luca Rio of Anea. All ships listening, arm your weapons and prepare for planetary bombardment" "Sir- it's- no. Please. I beg you. Stand down. You have no idea what you're doing!" The Paulson lumbered in front of the Vancouver, directly in the way of its massive gun. "Well, lookie here... a traitor in the navy is blocking our way..." Halsey smiled, turning to his crew. "Fire." Within seconds, the Vancouver's coilgun discharged, the massive tungsten-alloy round smashing through the Paulson amidships, splitting the vessel in half. Silence gripped the fleet, and the planet below as the news quickly was broadcast live to everyone below.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 4, 2011 14:56:32 GMT -5
Klara walked out, alone. Before leaving the ship, she put on her black greatcoat (dress clothes required in first contact situations) with 4 gold stripes on the sleeve. The new ASF rank designation for captain.
When she saw the foxes, she simply sighed. Figures that all the people that she gets to meet are crazy. At least she's being welcomed somewhat.
She did reluctantly step out and braced herself for whatever will happen next.
Luca said through the task force's comms, "All ships, target... that ship that destroyed one of its own. I think we're looking at the start of a civil war... or a coup. Best end it now. I want a group of Marines to board the ship and take it over. I want no losses to those that had nothing to do with the friendly fire incident."
Then she changed back to contact the Holmbergsvanians.
"Admiral Halsey, you have gained a special title among the Aneans. You personally are now considered an enemy of the Anean Star Empire. I am giving you one warning. Surrender now and face a lenient trial or my forces will board. You have ten seconds to comply."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 4, 2011 15:05:39 GMT -5
Dorvan Interfreight Annex Station
"Like hell you will", said Andertol as he threw open his door. The henchcritters raised their guns at the surprise, then lowered them because they knew better than to shoot him. "I delayed the Aloha Mars. The Holmbergsvanian navy almost engaged the ASE task force. According to the Phobos terminal.
That 20,000,000 woolongs won't replace your ship, which we gave to you, and we're not giving you another one if you go through with this.
"Don't tell me whatta do!", Hidalgo snarled and got up, "It's my business!"
Andertol snarled back, claws going up, "It's my ship!"
"I got a business ta run", Hidlago said, sitting back down, "The ship leaves in 4 hours".
"Not if the HNS Vancouver blows up the capital. There won't be any packages to deliver.
To the capital at least...
...And If I see you fight the Aneans you will be out of your organization real damn fast." Andertol indicated one of his henchcritters, a white-and-blue murasame Liger.
"Get out", Hidlago said.
And Andertol and his henchcritter did.
Intermat Hokyldaryon Station Clade 33, Dock D
Tycho grimaced as the holofoxes weren't sure wether to put the flower necklaces on Klara or not. The military uniform had them make a second thought on wether that would be appropriate or not. So they just held them out for her to take.
"Hi. I'm captain Tycho Nadara, and I'm the captain of this station. Welcome aboard."
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