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Post by Aluez on Feb 20, 2011 20:27:04 GMT -5
2090 Neptune Mining Complex, Union Territory… “The time is currently 0900 hours, Neptunian time” says the local AI on all channels, a convoy of ships coming into view of the mining station in orbit of the planet, the three supply ships breaking formation with the local lane to take up docking patterns with the stations’ mooring ports. “This is Aluezi Shipping San Diego, requesting permission to dock” said the captain of the lead transport, the other two following suite with their requests. The captain was a strapping looking ferian, a cross fox with a bit of fennec in him… known as Alani by his family, the Green Eared Bandit by other captains. “Roger Roger Captain Alani, welcome home” said the AI of the station, three mooring bridges extending and locking the ships into place once they were in position, airlocks on both sides being unlocked as the crews readied for departure. “Thank you Neptune, is my father onboard?” asked Alani, smiling a bit as he hopped down out of his chair and padded down into the airlock, leaving with the rest of the crew. “DAMN IT’S GOOD TO BE ON LAND AGAIN!” he shouted, giving a wide yawn as he was snatched up by a lemur. “Eeep! Hello Aliza” Aliza grinned wide and giggled a bit, petting over the little cross fox, before setting him back down. “Hello Captain Alani!~ Momma sends her regards” Alani smirked a bit. “How did you get on my ship again?” he muses before giggling and turning to walk away. He was about… 79 years old, but looked about the middle of his twenties, due to his nanites. Aliza on the other hand, was about the same age, but looked more like a kid than a normal adult. “Lady Sosec brought me aboard!” she giggled and rushed to walk beside him. “Why, is that so wrong?” she asked, tilting her head toward Alani Alani chuckled and shook his head slowly. “No ma’am, not a problem at all” he added a stick at the end as he spun around, facing the youngster. “I just know from your mother, and from her hundred-something year old soul, you have a habit of sneaking aboard my ship… not that I mind it all that much, but it still is a habit you have picked up.” He gave a snort before grinning and jumping up, landing on her shoulders before curling around her neck. “Now, how about we go get some ice cream… mmm?” Somewhere in deep space…“God this place is BOOOOORING!” Ricky groaned out as he leaned back in his chair, seeing nothing on the sensors except a few stray fighters that were launched from a nearby carrier. “Isn’t there anything going to happen?” he asks before alarms across the battlecruiser began to sound off, something was coming out of hyperspace… “Incoming contacts, several unknown ships, all units, prepare for possible combat!” says the command center. “Launch all fighter wings, and take up defensive positions near the planets!” "You heard the lady" says Tod, the ship turning slowly and beginning to head back to the planet at full cruise. "Attention all ships, this is UNS Baghdad, we have detected incoming contacts coming out of jump, prepare to defend if needed!"
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Feb 20, 2011 20:37:31 GMT -5
ASF Enterprise III, Bridge The small Anean task force dropped out of hyperspace near Pluto. For the first time in decades, the Anean Star Empire was back in Sol. On Anean maps, it was their system, but it has been neglected for far too long. For sure, the colony and battlestation are falling apart. One Annihilator IV battleship - the Empire's most advanced warship, two Venak battlecruisers, four cruisers, and five destroyers all came out at nearly the same time. 12 ships, a task force by Anean naval designations. In command of the task force is Fleet Admiral Luca Rio. Compared to the fighting in the Liberation War, this could be a vacation of sorts. In addition, Emperor Xaimoungkhoun is traveling on the Enterprise, just to hopefully restore the people's faith in the Empire. Both of them are war weary and were looking for any excuse to get out of the fighting, even for a little while. The officer with the sensors said, "Admiral, there's ships approaching." Luca said, "Open communications, move to yellow alert." A beep signaled comms were open. "This is Fleet Admiral Rio commanding the Anean 241st Scout Task Force. We're on a priority mission to Earth and will defend ourselves." Emperor's Quarters Emperor Xaimoungkhoun has severe PTSD brought on by the War. He hasn't slept for several weeks now since every time he closes his eyes he sees the faces of everyone he has killed. Then he is just overall depressed from the decades of fighting. For the last 7 days, he has been in his quarters and hasn't left. He has been reading and watching the news and reading over his daily reports from back home. He doesn't fully trust Nakhi as Prime Minister, but he had to leave him in charge while he's away. Now he's standing at the front of the cabin, at the windows, looking out at space and, in the distance, Pluto. He said to himself, referring to Sol as a whole, "Welcome home I suppose..."
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Post by Aluez on Feb 23, 2011 17:35:36 GMT -5
“Aneans huh…” said the captain of the Kiev before opening a communications channel with them. “This is UNS Kiev, you are far from earth as you call it, you are dead center in Union territory. I’d advise you to stand your weapons down unless you wish to scare the police forces here” just as he spoke, several police fighters joined the frey of confusion amongst the fleet.
A second hailing came from the UNS Baghdad. “This is Admiral Vlodovic of the Union Star Forces, what brings you here? Besides trying to reclaim a long since dead planet…”
The fleet began to slowly spread out as they approached the ships, weapons naturally powered up due to the presence of outsider forces in their territory.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Feb 23, 2011 18:55:42 GMT -5
Luca said, "Negative. According to our maps, this is an Anean system." She smiled. It was listed as such after the Federation invasion long ago, just so it had an ASF garrison most of the time. "Therefore you're currently infringing upon Anean space.
"What brings us here is the Emperor's orders. He wants us to reestablish contact with the colony and proceed to secure the system for Imperial takeover. Don't make this difficult on us. I have authorization to deal with any threats to that mission by any means necessary."
IX walked onto the bridge just as Luca finished that sentence. On the way to the bridge, he was listening to the communications, just so he knows what is going on. Not that it matters.
He said, "No, I never gave you that authorization. Enough people have died in the last few decades. No need to kill more."
To the Union ships, he then said, "This is Emperor Xaimoungkhoun. Excuse the Fleet Admiral. We're coming out of a massive war and aren't taking to kindly to anything.
"Judging by the name Admiral, I assume you're the Aluezi. Then I do hope that our old alliance still has some importance today. Yes, I am still Emperor of the Anean Star Empire. I have reclaimed my galaxy, as I swore to do, and now I intend to reclaim my home. Earth, obviously.
"I was also hoping to return and hopefully find old allies and forge new friendships with them, but clearly that won't happen." He gave a hand signal to Luca. She ordered the ships to power up weapons and raise shields.
"I guess what I have given to your people in the past, the friend that I was, all of that was forgotten and means nothing now. And yet, I never forgot what you all did for us. I was hoping for a warmer welcome than 'the fuck are you doing here?', more or less, but I guess I hope for far too much.
"We'll be heading for Earth now. I strongly recommend you let us go without any further problems. Because if High Command loses contact with me... heh... this system gets an armada searching for me. I'm sure you don't want that. They'll be much less diplomatic than me."
He sat down and lit a cigar and laughed a little. Mostly at the fact that he always knew he couldn't trust the Aluezi.
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Post by Aluez on Feb 24, 2011 18:57:37 GMT -5
"You are correct, dear, I am Aluezi, and formally your wife!" Tod grunted and growled lowly before seeing the two battleships jump out of cruise, before beginning to drift toward the group. "I use to think that you had given up on this system, but no, this system does not belong to you, or anyone, now you can do one of two things"
The battleships began to charge weapons as they slowly closed in on the group of Anean ships. "Either peacefully leave Union territory, or leave this system... because as far as we're concerned, this system is too big to be ruled under one banner!" several corvettes began to close in as well, followed by fighter support.
"Weapons at full power admiral" the ensign looked back at Tod, giving a smile.
"Good... fire upon them if they decide to be what I think they will be..."
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Post by aatuylva on Feb 24, 2011 22:55:53 GMT -5
The slow night passed quickly for the sleepers, tucked away in the caccoons made to protect them from their own ship. Almost half a year now they have been sleeping, the shining pride of the Sifisian shipyards faithfully pushing them along, brightly and violently, yet silently to all but those inside the ship, if they were awake. The Aatvakonsser. If the mines proved profitable, it would be the first in a long line of ships, the Aatvakonsser class. True to the Aatuylvan spirit, it was as much a warship as it was a courier, moreso given the weapons and design of it. The idea behind the ship was not new, far from it, in fact, but the idea was also, to some minds, undeniably insane, at least given the fact that the Aatvakonsser was designed to land on planets and take off from them. Like most designs from that once fair country, it's aesthetic appearance was more of an accidental by-product of functionality and lethality, allowing it to wield as many forward-firing weapons as it could without their interfering with each other, and, to be honest, it was a well-tested shape, used in many things they were already familiar with (such as bullets.) An odd, nigh-suicidal ship for an odd, nigh-suicidal people, its few automated systems lazily woke from slumber as it's radar and passive detection systems noticed masses where there should not be any, and the captain was the first to be risen. " Engkori...probably just some station the outbounders put up or something..." Centurion Tiavok cursed, his head bumping into one of the bulkheads. He was still shaking off the effects of the cryo, dazed as the systems began reviving a skeleton crew to handle the situation it deemed 'hazardous'. "Bloody machines...why can't you save yourself for o-Hello." His ears twitched, turning from blue to red as he read the information coming from the screens. "That's..not good." He ran, his feline legs occasionally tripping over themselves or a loose cable as he made his way to the central command center, his tail twitching as several possible scenerios made their way through his head. Several of the bridge crew were already there, and he barely said a word as the tactical officer gave him a readout... "Ok...soo..several mass and energy signatures, lots of heat...one possible mining station, where the Aluezi said it would be...the others....lets get a scope open." Looking at electronically plotted lines and shapes could only tell you so much if you don't know which is which. A hatch opened up outside of the ship, a telescope extending outside of the hull, it's sights being fed to a camera that was feeding the images into the command center. "What do you make of it Jaz?" "Not sure sir...I think that some of those are from an Aluezian defense formation, but the others look like older models...from the history books had a picture..I think an Eon ship?" "Anean, but yeah, they look like those...can we get some zoom there, at the front of it? ...hmm. No serial numbers...classify as unknowns, and find out how many of them are on each side. Assume that energy readings are from weapons and/or that devilry they talked about....'shielding'. How fast can we engage if they turn hostile?" "We can cold launch the missiles and casabas right now, Mir Taviok, gauss cannons will take about fifteen minutes to spin up, and they'll sure as hell notice it. Point defense guns are already online." "Good, good...go ahead and spin them up, if we can see them, they sure can hell as see us, they've got better tek. Get me targeting solutions and open the tip, let's see what they have to say." As the gauss turrets began charging and the radiator fins retracted, the very tip of the ship opened up, revealing a microwave radio array. The ship was designed that whenever you wanted to talk to someone, you would always have a gun pointed in their direction... Half of the silos on the front opened, the missiles being loaded, but not armed. It transmitted a short, but simple message in Aatuylvan in the direction of the conglomeration of ships. "Ihenn Kuunmiro Tiavoken Sifisi Vashiri Vrshyle Aatvakonsser! Ihkenngssi oydsef eiro ihkur inzenkshiu!"* Please gods don't let them fire on us.---------------------------------------------------------- OOC: I'm using these as reference pictures because they're much better than the ones I made for the other ships I have www.projectrho.com/rocket/images/artgallery/Soviet_Schematic_final.jpgwww.projectrho.com/rocket/images/artgallery/Soviet_Orion_final.jpgAlso take a look at this site. Nay, LOOK AT IT NAO www.projectrho.com/rocket/index.php*Only those that know Aatu will know the translation: "I am Commander/Centurion Tiavok of the Sifisian Defensive Vessel 'Shooting Star Cannon. Identify yourselves and state your intentions!"
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Feb 24, 2011 23:09:07 GMT -5
Mars New Port Penguin, Holmbergsvanian NAVCOM Admiral Halsey had enough today. Nero was breathing down his back about paperwork, Alaric was sitting in his office drinking coffee, completely apathetic about the past. Jackass didn't really seem to care that the navy, once the lifeblood of Holmbergsvania, was now mostly ruins dotting the Martian surface. "Calm yourself Halsey, we'll rebuild" "But sir- Anea is-" "I've got that taken care of, Admiral. If Anea comes here, I'll be ready." "How-" "You don't need to know." "As chief of staff-" "You. Don't. Need. To. Know. That's all Admiral, you are dismissed." Alaric and his mysterious ways. Many deep within the government knew why he'd been able to maintain his age and youthful appearance for so long, yet not the military leadership. Now all Halsey was doing now was looking at a live feed from the cameras on the PPST, the Port Penguin Space Tether. 14 ships stood guard over the planet, Mass Coilguns at the ready. These guns and most of the Holmbergsvanian military these days were based off of one of Alaric's favorite series of video games and novels... hopefully they'd stand up against the might of such foes as Anea. "Nimitz" "Yes, Admiral?" The holographic wolf peered towards Halsey from his pedestal. An AI, Nimitz was programmed with the tactics that led the Holmbergsvanian Navy to victory in the past. Plus he was also programmed with a humanlike personality. "Fetch me details on the construction of the new ships" "Yes sir" Nimitz paused. "Stanford-Class Battlecarrier, 40% complete, Lacamas-class destroyers, 30% each" "Any way we could speed things up?" "No sir, engineers are working as fast as they can. However, a couple of them are looking up... Anime por-" "Enough, Nimitz. Cut their Extranet access NOW." "On it" Halsey yawned. Just another day in Holmbergsvania!
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Feb 24, 2011 23:27:28 GMT -5
There was a long silence on the bridge. IX was weighing his options. He could start a war here and prolong the suffering of his people, or he could back off and head on to Earth.
While he sat there and thought, Luca picked up on the way he was thinking. She gave the order for the ships to lower shields and shut down their weapons.
Finally, she asked, "IX, what are your orders?"
Another couple minutes passed. Finally IX said, "Tod... I'm sorry. I never gave up on this system, but I had to leave in order to bring the Empire back to its power. I had to abandon my family for decades. It was the hardest thing I had to do.
"For the last 60 years I have been on the front lines of a galaxy spanning war. It has affected me. I'm not in the right state of mind. It's not an excuse, but it's the only explanation. Knowing that I had a family waiting for me, maybe, was what kept me going through even as everything seemed lost.
"And I almost lost the last thing I care about just now. Tod I still love you and I missed you more than you think. I'll move the task force to Earth, but I request permission to come aboard. We have much to catch up on.
"I am here making one last hurrah for myself before I retire. I have had enough of war, enough of politics, enough of fighting in general. I want to live a semi-normal life. I just want to retake my homeworld and then, hopefully, retire to Haroma with my family and live in peace."
There was a sigh of relief across the ships. They didn't want a fight and relieved that there might not be one. Though the fact that their Emperor, with no known heir, is stepping down soon is worrying.
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Post by Aluez on Feb 26, 2011 0:15:49 GMT -5
"No no says the king, that can never be" said a familiar, yet older voice from the communications channel, the face of a young looking Hybrid captain coming onto the screen. "Long time no see daddy!" he grins before the Union ships began to slowly stand down, their shields still at full power, but the weapons certainly powering down.
"Of course dear, you are welcome to stay here... as long as you don't go bombarding us for defending our home" Tod winked before watching the Corvo pass in front of his carrier. "James, prepare to meet on board the Berlin, all units, return to standard patrol, and someone..." he painted the Aatuylvan ship. "See what they want!"
Near Mars
Two fighters streaked across the void before opening fire on a cargo ship, disabling it's engines before transmitting a message to them. "Attention corporate scum, drop your cargo before we decide to blow you into space dust!" the gruff Raccoon couldn't help but grin as she waited for them to drop their cargo, which was a haul of explosives... perfect for her to sell on the black market!
"Hurry up Tiza... the cops are probably en route now!" said the other pilot before checking his scanners. He was right... they had dispatched a squadron of fighters from the surface to try and stop them.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Feb 26, 2011 3:38:39 GMT -5
"Far too long James. Can't wait to see you. Both of you. See you both in a bit." IX closed comms. "Luca, the task force is yours. Head to Earth and establish contact with the colony. Keep me informed." IX said as he stood up. "Also get a shuttle ready for me. This could be a long vacation of sorts so if you would, have several changes of clothes loaded onto the shuttle. Maybe throw in an assault rifle, just because. I will get anything else that I may need." "Should I send a couple guards with you?" Luca said. "No. That won't be necessary. They shouldn't try anything. If they do, the shuttle should get me back to the task force before they catch up." "Yes sir." IX headed for the lift to his cabin. Luca sat in her seat. All the ships, except the Enterprise, turned toward Earth and proceeded at quarter impulse, so that the Enterprise could catch up in a little bit. --- After about ten minutes, IX arrived at the shuttle bay and got in his 10 shuttle. Unlike other ones, this one is more for luxury and comfort than for combat deployment. He climbed into the pilot's seat and headed out of the bay. As soon as he left, the Enterprise began to turn back toward where the task force went leaving the Emperor alone in space. He said to himself, "Well... I already feel worried. Wonderful." He opened communications. "Isaiah to Tod, which ship are we meeting on?"
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 2, 2011 14:12:43 GMT -5
Captain Martin Alger Stanford-Class Battlecarrier: Cardinal Alger looked down at the bridge of the Cardinal, people in uniforms of all different colors running around the deck. He turned to a communications station, the young recruit, the red wolf manning it started looking excited. Alger picked up a headset to listen in. "Mayday! Mayday! This is Matrix, a commercial demolition-supplier vessel! We've been attacked by pirates and they've disabled our engines and made off with our cargo! Help! "Matrix, this is Holmbergsvanian Naval Vessel Cardinal, we hear you- can you give a description of the vessels that attacked you, over?" "Negative! *silence for ten seconds* OH GODS- THE LIFE SUPPORT'S GOING! HELP! PLEASE!" "Matrix, this is HNS Cardinal, we'll send a team onboard to rescue you immediately, activate your distress beacon and suit up if you can, meet the team at an airlock" "Oh gods- I don't wanna die- I just took this job..." "Matrix, this is HNS Cardinal- I'm going to have to ask you to calm down..." "CALM DOWN?" The voice on the end of the line started panicking. "Slow your breathing as best you can, tell your crew to do the same." "We will- just send help, PLEASE! I don't wanna die in space!" Alger keyed his microphone. "Commercial vessel Matrix, this is HNS Cardinal, hold tight- the cavalry is on the way" Alger turned around. "Hey- I need a rescue team to respond to the distress call from Matrix- Contact-TS141623!" In seconds, a dropship shot out of a hangar, bearing for the distressed ship. Alger turned to face the crew. "I want two fighters up on the catapults now- flag the two contacts fleeing from the craft as hostile, high confidence." "Yes sir!" A young snow leopard ran to notify the flight deck chief. "Fire control, I want a solution on those two, arm the autocannons. Someone notify the nearest frigate- I think the Lacamas would have to do" "Yes sir!" the red wolf manning the communications station smiled. The fire control, both fennec foxes, scrambled to click a large amount of buttons. their ears flopping about as they went about their jobs. Peering out the window, two fighters departed, headed for the stranded Matrix"Cardinal, Jackals 1 and 2 with you, on trajectory to intercept the bandits" "Roger, Jackal Flight" Alger said into his headset. "Jackal flight moving to engage bandits" Jackal Lead: Marcus Redfield Looking down at the controls of his fighter, the lynx keyed the communications panel. "Attention unidentified vessels, this is the Holmbergsvanian Navy- you have attacked a vessel, cut your engines or you WILL be fired upon!"
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 2, 2011 14:38:55 GMT -5
The Anean task force was just starting to pass by Saturn. Luca set her intentions to pass by each planet and see if there's anyone on them. She skipped Uranus and Neptune since they are unimportant, at least to her.
The task force is continually broadcasting a message. Not telling anyone to surrender or prepare for assimilation, but instead a message of peace.
"This is Fleet Admiral Luca Rio commanding the 241st Anean Scout Task Force. We are arriving from the Andromeda Galaxy and have peaceful intentions. We wish to establish contact with all people in the star system. For those off of Earth, we wish peace. However, by order of Emperor Xaimoungkhoun, we claim Earth. This message is set to repeat."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 2, 2011 16:53:32 GMT -5
A response to Luca's message arrived from a station in far orbit near Jupiter.
After some noises and chirps the line cleared up and someone sounding like an air-traffic controller came on, "This is Station Intermat Hokyldaryon confirming your approach through our cylinder*. If you are a commercial vessel please request a commercial traffic control code at this time. If you are looking to transfer to a gate, please request a redirect code. If you do not intend to make a stop then enjoy the rest of your passage through the cylinder."
Then some smooth jazz hold music played for a moment, followed by a friendly recorded female voice saying in a upbeat-tone, "Remember, any acts of piracy which take place within the Immanence Tajirate will be dealt with by lethal force. All attacks against foreign merchant ships and Immanence property are recorded will be put to trial and those found guilty will be executed with overwhelming brutality.
Did you know that you can find real food in the Immanence Tajirate? It's true. Just scan the QR codes that appear on the advertisement for the food you want and you can set a course for the Jovian Moon Metis, now known as Foodcourtia."
*Cylinder being a term to describe the orbital path of Jupiter. Although literally, the actual 3-d shape of the jurisdiction is toroidal, following Jupiter's path around the sun.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 2, 2011 18:29:04 GMT -5
Eight Months Ago On approach to Outpost K'ran Ayuunati freighter Insufferable Fist of Glorypunching
The sounds of groaning metal vibrating through the ship caused the light layer of dust on the console to dance on the screen. Filters were going out again...that or the botanical bay had to shut down and repair because of micro-meteorites. He was hoping it was the latter, easier to fix by patching holes, but...then again, it could've killed the crop they were growing, and they'd have to rely on the rations again...
The old and battered Centurion of the vessel looked over the readout one last time. He despised it, and knew that it was vital to interests on the homeworld for the Project. It would mean expending more fuel than he had to in order to change course...it would mean adding several months to his trip in order to pick up specialty computer equipment from Jupiter, of all place, and carrying less of his original load, meaning he wouldn't make payroll as usual from the tonnage.
Enkran bureacrats...
"Alright lads, we've got to make a burn and turn, we're leaving the belt."
"Sir, we-"
"I know exactly what that means boy, but the guvs back home need something special, and they want us to trade some of the equipment we were bringing to the outpost for it. Have the Maji make some extras from materials we can grab on the way, we don't wanna short-change our moneytree."
"Aye sir, message sent, we're getting ready for a burn now."
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Present Day On approach to Jupiter
Centurion Jax M'ntkamri hummed softly to himself, taking a bite out of a small apple as he looked over his navigational charts again.
It had been a very worrisome trip, they had to patch up several compartments, and one of the gas containers had been breached...thankfully it was an empty one, but they had run out of spare materials to patch it up with, and had to seal it off. Protocols said they had to jettison it, but he didn't want to lose all that metal to the void, not when he was close to what was supposed to be a good port...
He pressed a button on the console, causing an antenna to extend itself from the front of the ship, and he picked up a microphone.
"This is the Sifisian Shipping Vessel Insufferable Fist of Glorypunching, requesting permission to dock, or send a parasite freighter to a docking facility, we have some things to trade with ye...the..er..Tajirate...we are a civilian vessel, repeat, a civilian vessel, we wish to trade, and, er, don't mind the mess, we took a few hits from some debris and it knocked off a few pieces. Not dangerous, we have it contained at the moment."
The Insufferable Fist of Glorypunching was an impressive, if aging ship. Consisting of several rotating, modular compartments for carrying cargo, it was one of the Aatuylvans crowning achievements in shipping, carrying perhaps the largest amount of cargo in the entire system. It was well armed, too, carrying turrets on each of it's compartments, and while it was bulky and slow to turn, it's maneuvering compartments allowed it some measure of turning ability, at least, moreso than a ship it's size should be, anyway. By all rights the proper term for it would be 'train', for it's length and the 'cars' down it's length.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 2, 2011 22:23:48 GMT -5
"Fucking space advertisements." Luca thought to herself.
She thought for a moment how to respond to it. She could divert the whole task force to investigate, but that'd probably look like an attack. Or she could just send one ship. She was tapping, lightly, on a command pad built into her chair.
Using the pad thing, she ordered a Venak Class Battlecruiser, the Purger, to investigate where the message came from. She did a quick scan of Saturn - scanning only the planet, none of the moons - and then moved on to the next planet. Mars.
They'll have to pass through the asteroid belt, but that'll be the only major obstacle on the way to Earth.
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Captain Klara Rio, commander of the Purger, followed the orders from her mother and set a course for the origin of the message. Should arrive in roughly 10 minutes, if not less.
She did, however, send a message to them.
"This is Captain Klara Rio. We're on approach to dock with a station or something. We just arrived in the system are attempting to establish contact with all civilizations. Please respond."
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