Holmbergsvania
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 4, 2011 15:23:21 GMT -5
HNS Vancouver "Ms. Rio, despite your message... I'm afraid I won't surrender. Why don't you visit your heathen husband down below? I'm pretty sure you have some slave deals to set up..." "Marine fireteams, report to positions Alpha through Zulu. Enemy has indicated they will attempt to get aboard, stand by to repel boarders"
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 4, 2011 16:35:34 GMT -5
"Thank you. I am Captain Klara Rio. Commanding officer of the ASF Purger. The ship name is just a name in this case. I was coming aboard to make sure we wouldn't be captured and held for ransom or something. Just a precaution."
Luca laughed to herself. "Heathen... that's cute. At least he didn't try to start a war when we first met. Very well. Prepare for boarding."
She walked off the bridge and headed for the armory. Once she arrived, other Marines were already getting their weapons. Luca got into her heavy armor, since she's going over, and then headed to the shuttle bay.
The Enterprise has a relatively small AGF garrison. Only 50 marines. They are being separated into 5 shuttles. The shuttles themselves are a new design, made to break through the hulls of most top of the line ship classes. Whether or not it'll work is yet to be seen.
Luca climbed into one of the shuttles as it closed. The pilot directed it toward the Holmbergsvanian ship and the marines strapped in for impact.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 4, 2011 16:48:46 GMT -5
"Mind yer head, Mister Dollo, we've got an..inter'stin structure. He's actually the 'son' of two other ships, got the drive engine of an old engine testbed and the nav-sensors of a couple probes hitched together...well, he started out that way anyhow. Who knows what kind o' ships ended up insider 'im."
Jax ducked a bulkhead, his hand placing a stray cable back into place as he crossed over the hatch into the belly of the ship. Its compartments had stopped spinning, so the artificial gravity in certain sections was gone, and anything that wasn't strapped down was floating freely, although this made it easier to unload the cargo, it made it more dangerous to navigate the ship's passageways, especially with the lights so dim throughout.
"He's compartmentalized, so even ifn there were a leak, we could just pop that compartment off and hook in the others, and we can keep the offendin' section in a stable orbit, towed off somewhere by the longboats so it don't hurt nu'un. I suppose you'll wanne look at the engines and fuel storage first, so we'll hafta take a shortcut through the botanical bay. After'rdz we can look at the point-defense, in case you wanne mak'n sure nothin' there is leakin', but I don' think anything but the coolant can leak with most o' those..."
He knocked four times on another inner hatch, yelling for about two minutes before it spun open like an iris (albeit, a very rusted and sluggish one), and stepped through onto a large platform that connected this section of the ship with the main skeleton, and all of the cargo holds. Already people were moving about, unlatching compartments from the outside while disengaging the maglocks from the inside, and, where applicable, going into the compartments themselves to get at individual items of interest.
Half of the walkways did not have guard-rails, and the few that did relied on holding onto both guardrails and stepping one foot at a time over what appeared to be an impromptu rope-bridge constructed out of spare electrical cabling, gum, and misplaced faith. The bridges and walkways often terminated at midpoints for no seemingly sane reason, instead ending in ladders, walls with handles, or open air, the last of which Jax fired an odd grappling hook gun at an opposing section to bring a collapsible bridge from one area to another.
"I'm gonne hafta take us to one of the maintenance ways, airlocks'r more reliable when movin' to different compartments, hope ye don't mind."
He tested the collapsible bridge a bit with his foot, then collected the grappler and walked across it with the balance earned from growing up on the ship and working in it nearly his entire life. On the other side was another airlock iris, this one connected to an inflatable bridge that would connect with another, similar airtight bridge on the other compartment, allowing for quick and, believe it or not, safe, travel between compartments.
"It's a special weave, like in bullet-resistant clothin', don' worry. It's got double layers too, so ifn something pierces it, we won't be exposed to vacuum. We'll hafta go at the same time though, need to be quick."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 4, 2011 17:17:31 GMT -5
Cheif of Security Dollo
"Is this some kind of a joke, captain.", he asked incredulously, "This ship appears to have managed to find every single way to be a complete hazard to those inside it while at the same time managing to avoid being labelled 'not space-worthy'.
You are very lucky I haven't detected a radiation leak yet, and do believe me, not a single fast neutron, alpha particle or beta particle goes through me without me knowing it. Considering the fact you got here alive is lucky enough, add to that that technically I can't file anything being wrong with the ship... nothing that we can force you to do anything about, at least... You are the luckiest man in the universe right now."
Dollo had to pick up Horganthaler to cross the cable bridge, he was too distracted, and mesmerized by the unique state of disarray the ship was in.
"Officer! Get your head together, it's just an old ship!", Dollo snapped at him.
"Sorry sir", he said, slightly crackling, "But this ship is just the most comforting and cozy thing I've seen since I left Earth, sir!"
"Now we have two comedians here?", Dollo asked, then saw that Horganthaler really was... enjoying the ship.
"You look like you're about to ask me for permission to speak freely, so go ahead...", Dollo said, quite annoyed.
"Yes sir.", Horganthaler said, then addressed captain Jax, "Don't worry about what Dollo says, I think your ship is wonderful"
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Clade 33, Dock D
Tycho said, "Well, this is probably among the safest places in the solar system. This is a commercialized station, but we are proud that such commerce does not include capturing people and holding them for ransom" He wondered if there was a better way to word that, anyway he continued, "In fact, since this is your first time here and you just discovered us, I would like to extend an invitation to you and your large crew to stay for a while and enjoy our little island of civility here.
Let's take a walk shall we?"
Tycho began walking with Luca to the center of the Clade, where it gradually became slightly more diverse. They took an escalator up.
"There's real food here. We also have all our casinos and resorts on the moon, Io. There are beaches with real sand and water... although artificial sun... on Europa. And...", he was interupted by one of the holofoxes.
She said, "We're on the escalator to Clade 34... probably best we avoid it."
"Oh god.", Tycho said to himself. Then turned to Klara and said, "Pardon me, but this is also a very colorful station." The sound of weird middle-eastern belly-dancing music could be heard now as what seemed to be a nude convention of furries waving ribbons around and participating in public displays of affection came into view. "I don't mean any offense... and we haven't even seen most of the residents yet... Let's go take the escalator back... um... down...", he said.
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Post by Aluez on Mar 4, 2011 17:35:02 GMT -5
“Tsk tsk… what a shame…” said Tiza as she looked at the rear viewfinder, cutting her engines as ordered, but turning her craft 180 degrees. She pressed her comms button and spoke into the mic. “Oh pleeease don’t kill me, because you see, I’m already dead!” she hit the boosters and fired the engines up again, quickly closing the gap between her fighter and the other incoming ones, opening fire with strange purple plasma weapons.
“This is Jacki, it looks like you need a hand!” said a female voice over Tiza’s communications channel, two more black fighters coming out of nowhere and joining the frey
The fighter that was with Tiza kept running, entering the asteroid fields
“Right right… look just take all the space you need, we got plenty of mooring spots for your ship as well as the others” says Kael as he typed up a report, listening to the commotion coming across the UNN about some sort of scuffle between the Aneans and Holmbergs. Crazy those two were… “Any word from Tiza?” he asks his secretary
“No sir, she appears to be delayed by police forces”
“Heh… leave it to her to resort to piracy… at least we got it…”
As the shuttle approached the ship, the hangar bays opened and illuminated outward to guide them in. "You are cleared for docking Emperor, welcome aboard"
Tod was waiting in the control center of the hangar for the shuttle, a happy smile spread across his muzzle as James was waiting for the shuttle down in the hangar
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 4, 2011 21:44:37 GMT -5
IX flew the shuttle into bay and landed. Before he opened the side door, he thought about the way he looked now. Like a mess. The 60 years of war did a serious toll on him. Lost both legs, half of his face was blown away, lost an arm, had his whole skeleton replaced with metal again.
He laughed as he ran down the list of injuries. Just as bad as he used to be back in the day. As he's always an extremely clean person, he made sure not a single spot of dust was on his greatcoat, brushed off his 7 stars on the shoulders, and then opened the door. All this took no more than 30 seconds.
He left his hat behind, since he doesn't need it, and then headed off the shuttle. He had a sword cane in his left hand. Not that he would need the sword, but the cane itself looks good.
The first person he saw was James. He picked up his pace and walked - ran would be more accurate - over to him and gave him a tight hug.
"I missed you..." He managed to say.
Klara said, "If you wish. Chances are, none of this compares to our victory celebrations about ten years ago. Sixty years of war, most of which I fought in, suddenly coming to an end an ushering in an age of peace we've never known in far too long is reason enough to celebrate.
"Of course, I am still an officer and I am here to learn as much as I can, so that'd probably be too much of a distraction. So lead the way.
"I may, in time, be interested in shore leave, but as of right now we are on standby for further orders from my mother or my grandfather."
She only used those terms to avoid saying the ranks and titles and names.
"However we might end up not needing to be called out so we'll stay around."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 5, 2011 2:21:07 GMT -5
Intermat Hokyldaryon Station Promenade at Sarcomere G
Tiyriron watched the Sifisians setting up their own miniature bazaar from 3 decks up.
30 years ago, it was his people that built this station, or at least the main parts of it. It was evident because the their use of maroon tile floors and putting carpet on the ceiling. Only dinosaurs put carpet on the ceiling and find it tasteful.
Tiyriron was 11 when his family was run out of Emayshira because of the Emass riots spilling over. The jungle was dying rapidly so it stirred up quite a bit of trouble for the island. There was no place to go, so his family got on a house boat and set sail for mainland Miokalia. Most of his family fell ill from chemical plumes erupting from Emass though, and by the time they had drifted out of sight of the shore, they were dead. Except for him, he was just sick.
He drifted for a week before one night a ship came over head. A chrome, cylindrical ship that resembled a cigar.
He was picked up by something. Must have been Malych because they were metal. But he had heard about the Coronans trying to help with disaster response.
He was too weak to do anything and too lost in dementia to make sense of it. He thought that maybe his pack's fly-covered bodies might still be just asleep and he reached for them.
They strapped him into something, and then he started to see the legendary tunnel of loosing consciousness... Then the light and the tunnel faded away into a dark room. Was this it? This was the answer to life's greatest question?
A red flash hit him, and he could see again. He was back inside the ship again, restrained... watching in horror as his guts were scooped out of him.
But this was no gory underworld. This was clustership #3045EC. He lost consciousness again. This time experiencing a flood of his own memories. Maybe this all was some kind of weird dream induced by inhaling the fumes of the burning jungle on Emass.
He woke up again, freezing cold. Still in the ship. Still restrained. But his entire body felt different, all of these sensations were new. He was no longer what he used to be, and upon looking down and seeing his grey exoskeleton, he nearly fainted, although didn't. Another thing, some big long shinny serpentine lizard thing told him, "You're the only survivor of your pack, the rest of them were in pieces and dead for too long for us to do anything. But you managed not to die until we got you aboard so we were able to revive you. I'm sorry, but at least you've survived."
Tiyriron doesn't remember what the sensations were prior to that point. All he has are memories and pictures. This was not an uncommon thing. Almost all Biozoids had pictures. Pictures from Earth, before they were rescued. Pictures that they would privately cry over, unable to resolve what had happened to them and why they were still alive.
Tiyriron is 21 years old.
Leaning against a support column with his tail dangling over the edge, he wondered what the Sifisians had brought. It wasn't often that a bazaar was set up in a promenade, usually it was only when a ship couldn't make it around the gravity slingshot of Jupiter to get to the main bazaar at Ganymede. And their ship, as he recalled... would have been torn apart during such a slingshot manoeuver.
On the other side of the promenade, the Station's captain, Tycho Nadara, a raptor who still had his skin and organs, seemed to be showing around someone in fairly Anean-looking uniform. How did he know? He saw them dock. The Anean cast him a strange glance. Tycho then started walking faster to get her to stare at the biozoids less. He was embarassed for them, and they all knew it.
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Tycho led Klara around the bazaar as Klara stared at the weird skeletal-like robot watching them from a level above. "Don't worry about them. They're very nice and completely harmless!", he referred to the biozoid embarassedly, then anxiously said, "How about let's take a look at the microgravity sports complex!"
Meanwhile a short, and very fluffy, white tiger creature began following them with a briefcase.
"Oh, right of course! Klara, meet one of our great real-estate brokers! This is Ryko McFluffenheimer. She sells beachfront property on Europa!", Tycho said.
It was pretty evident when Ryko instantly started purring that this was in fact, an bipedal, anthro Reshan that Tycho was referring to. And he seemed to really want to hug Klara, as well as give her pamphlets and rub his face against her and maybe knead on her back some.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 5, 2011 11:13:34 GMT -5
"Hurry up hurry up hurryupz! Fasta!"
"It'd go faster if you actually helped."
"Work is for noncomsomcommz!!!"
The Havenite sighed, lifting yet another of the heavy boxes of R'ka's junk. The brosuukyda had decided to sell off a small portion of his gods-be-damned precious 'shinies', things he had no use for, or that he grew tired of, or just generally replaced with something else.
He sat it onto the table that was set up and worked out the kinks in his arms, looking to see what exactly it was that was being unloaded.
By Legionnaire Caphus' count, amongst the many objects of the wraithborn's passions included no less than six hubcaps from assorted vehicles, one bike-chain, a collection of 'pez' dispensers, twelve spent artillery casings from the old war, fourty broken dvds arranged as a kind of tree decoration through the use of glue, welding, and bolts, a large box of novelty 'massaging devices', and what could only be twenty pounds of glitter.
"Engkori. How the hell could anyone end up with so much junk?!"
"By workin' hard at it, mista!"
The Havenite's retort was silenced as he saw the Ryvuuli driving across the promenade in a small trakka, several 'small' (for his experience, anyway) cargo containers on the back of it's trailers. A few of the containers rumbled a bit, other shook, as if something was trying to get out.
"I don' think those are mining equipment at all..."
"D'ya think they'd even want our shoddy crap? They just labelled it that so the Junka wouldn't have a hissy fit."
He grumbled, watching another group of dockworkers set up a small stand off to the side in order to sell some fruit and fresh vegetables from the botanical bays. Some of the apples were almost half as big as his fist...the biggest he'd seen, though his grandfather would tell him that they used to get much bigger than that in the old days.
Everything was bigger in the old days, according to him.
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"Well Mister Dollo, I wouldn't be saying too much bad bout 'im. The Fist can get mighty grumpy when somun starts makin passes bout 'is looks, and I'd much appreciate if you don' jinx me trip back, unnerstand? 'sides, the cargo bays always look like this. The parts we live in much safer. An' thankee Mister Horganthalla, he is quite the ship. Jus' wait til I show ye the engines."
The airlock closed behind them as they reached the next compartment. Located around the midpoint of the long 'train', it was a combination fuel storage, armory, and robotics bay, for repairing, directing, and storing the many machines, exo-skels, and tools used in repairing the ship while it was in transit. The two reactors were located fore and aft, with the storage, cargo, and life-support systems in between them (with plenty of cargo and rad-shielding in between everything and the living quarters and life-support sections.)
"Now, I'll hafta ask ye not to touch any o' the algae tanks when we walk through one of the life-support processin' centers, bein' we're selling some of our crop at the promenade, an' we'll hafta use the algae to make food until the next crop matures."
As he spoke, he turned a crank several times, opening a smaller door which he walked through, motioning to the two of them. Inside was a large room that worked its way all around the skeletal structure of the ship, multiple layers of hull protecting it from impacts. It was well-deserving of the protection, too, as rows upon rows of algae tanks under artificial sunlight were in this room, producing oxygen, processing CO2, and during times of bounty, was used to feed several fish tanks in order to increase variety (the fish tanks themselves were off to the side, filled with clams and certain kinds of shrimp.)
Several brosuukyda of various breeds were working here, monitoring and maintaining the algae tanks, as well as using it as a thoroughfair, going through it to reach the engineering sections, cargo bays, and botanical bays from the living quarters. Quite a few of them were asleep on top of the tanks' lids, underneath the sunlamps, or, they were until a passing worker saw them and pushed them off.
Jax pulled on a large cable hanging from the ceiling, causing a ladder to come down from the ceiling.
"Watch yer step, don' want any accidents near the tanks."
After a climb on what is probably the most stable ladder on the entire ship, they were inside the botanical bay. One of them, at least.
Blast-proofed and reinforced glass, with blast-shutters and a high wall of hull surrounded the entire area. It was more an indoor park than a garden, seemingly emulating the home-jungles of Aatuylva, complete with a small brook running through it. An almost inaudible buzzing could be heard against the glass, and the occasional spark or flash of aurora-like light keyed in to those present that there were special electromagnetic-field generators at work, keeping the more dangerous solar rays and micrometeorites from piercing the habitat.
Even more brosuukyda and other creatures were here, mostly sleeping, or playing amongst themselves, although a few of the older ones were checking on fruits, vegetable gardens, and one small collection of hanging medicinal plants and flowers.
It was one of about eight similar domes located inside the compartments of the ship, Jax explained. While not as efficient at producing air and food as the algae, they provided a much needed morale booster, as well as giving the crew something to do in their spare time so they didn't go insane and start eating each other.
Jax stopped for a few minutes, breathing in the earthy scent, plucking a small fruit from one of the trees before continuing. In between bites he grumbled about them being bigger once, before he finally settled on walking over to one of the few spots in the room where metal showed on the floor. He kicked at it a bit, a hollow sound ringing out.
He lifted a hatch, revealing a long passageway down with handholds on all sides.
"Alrightun. This leads to an tertiary passage, goes straight through the maintenanceways for fuel storage, right through all the cargo bays in a straight..more or less, line, right to the shadow shields for the primary reactor and engine. I'll go first, ifn ye don' mind. Lights might be out agin."
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"Roger that, ETA approximately two hours, unless there's an accident...then I think you'd see us much sooner, in many small pieces. Begin prep for decel boys and girls."
"Aye sir."
The maneuvering thrusters on the battlecruiser turned the ship, til it's pusher plate was facing forward. It took four detonations in quick succession to even begin to slow the ship down, and even then the thrusters had to be activated to slow it down to a safe enough speed for docking.
By the time it was finally slowed enough, Tiavok had had enough time to worry about whether or not automated systems were going to vaporize him, whether the heatsinks were going to fail and cause his ship to explode, and whether or not the 'Anean' shuttle he saw carried a bomb that would kill everyone, approximately four times over.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 5, 2011 22:48:42 GMT -5
Klara looked at the real estate person. After a moment, she was surprised to realize that it was, in fact, an anthro Reshan. She saved one once on shore leave during the War, and it has become her ship's cat kind of. It's unusual since there's none of those in the Empire. As well, she doesn't want to know how they managed this.
Knowing the personalities of Reshans, since she has one as her ship's cat, Klara gave it a hug. But then she said, "Unfortunately, I am not interested in buying property right now. Perhaps at a later time."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 5, 2011 23:29:19 GMT -5
Tiyriron said to himself, "I wish someone would hug me", without really thinking about it.
Down below, as Klara and Tycho left, a small pack of Reshan Realtors came across the box of 20 pounds of glitter that the strange people setting up the bazaar had. Tiyriron hadn't seen glitter since he was in second grade. When he glued it all over his desk in Mrs. Koqachua's class. There was something inherently kind-of funny about it. Why glitter?
The pack of Reshans were excited and confused and began handling the glitter with amazement and wonder.
"It's like... It's like it's shinny but in small pieces and not metal?", one of them exclaimed in their strange, very cat-like voice.
Someone running that booth at the bazaar came over and started asking them to "stop handling the merchandise" in so many words, but they didn't. Another one of them said something about canned metallic hydrogen, and the salescritter seemed to let them have at it at that point.
They yowled happily until one of them threw a bit of it in the air, unable to contain their excitement. And then the sneezing started.
The Reshans started making adorable, little, sparkly sneezes. Sneezes which, as Tiyriron saw them, instantly caused him to whimper and then start crying. "It's so cute. I never thought I'd see something so... hillariously cute", he crackled.
Other passers-by would have taken him for a drunk, but they didn't yet see what he had seen.
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Holmbergsvania
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The reason why you don't have oil past the straits
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 6, 2011 0:29:32 GMT -5
Prince Alaric Holmberg V Holmbergvanian Capitol: Emergency Session Alaric had been rushed to the capitol due to the crisis above, and to respond to the people's paranoia of seeing an Anean scout fleet in formation against the Holmbergsvanian Navy live on their televisions and computers. Now he sat in the cabinet room, trying to make sense of what his people wanted him to do. "Roll call" Alaric removed a clipboard from under the table. "Minister of Defense Nero Kohl?" "Present" The panther clicked his nails on the table. "Minister of Homeland Security Dakota Welhan?" (OOC: No relation to Nakhifuzz or any of his characters ) "Present." The only other human in the room yawned. "Attorney General Calris Czlskeswicz?" "Present and accounted for" The wolf grinned sarcastically. He'd have a lot of managing to do for the investigation of Admiral Halsey's actions... In other words. Paperwork up the wazoo. "Minister of Foreign Affairs Rainier Wolfesberg?" "Wo zai zheli-" the micro-wolf cracked, earning himself a pawslap from Calris. "Gods damn it Rainier, now isn't the time for speaking Chinese." Alaric banged his fist on the table. "Guys, furs, we've got a crisis. Aneans are here, the people are wanting to know what we're going to do about it, and Admiral Halsey has threatened to reduce me and my plushies to du-" Alaric's mention of stuffed animals brought everyone to light giggles and chuckles. "Guys! If you haven't noticed, my house, hell, everyone's are inside this dome. The second it's cracked, we're screwed." Dakota and Nero nodded, before Nero cut in with a quip. "We've got ground-based coilguns, like the ones on the ships in orbit- we could try our hand at using them" "And the status on them is... inoperable." Dakota responded. "Martian sandstorm blocked the targeting computers and clogged the machinery a day ago" "When will they be online?" Alaric pondered out loud. "A few days" "Not good enough. If we don't do anything in- hell, an hour or so, Halsey's gonna do to us what he did to the separatists at the ice caps. Bombard us to smithereens." "Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we just shoot at the Aneans?" Rainier quipped, obviously joking. "RAINIER!" Alaric was pissed. "One more smart ass quip like that and I'll drop you in the garbage disposal" Blood drained from the micro-wolf's face. "I'd suggest then, calling your wife, Alaric." Rainier nodded. "And I'll order all the ships I can to attack the Vancouver." Nero joined in. "Boarding action. Mass boarding action." Calris looked around. "And... the Justice Ministry will prepare charges against Admiral Michael Halsey." Dakota looked around. "I'll take care of the populace. Riot police will be deployed at all coverable public areas to avert mass crazy-protests and mass panic." "Good plans people. I have to call my wife..." Alaric slipped into the back room and picked up the phone, calling up the Anean fleet. He was patched into his wife's communications. "Luca? Been a long time- but I have something to ask. Would you be willing to disable the Vancouver for me- er- us? We're gonna send our forces aboard to recapture it... Unless you're already doing it of course"
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 6, 2011 1:25:31 GMT -5
The shuttle Luca rode in on smashed into the side of the Vancouver, breaking through, then locked in place. The 10 soldiers aboard stormed out.
Then Luca got a message.
"Alaric? We have a lot to catch up on." Luca said just before shots were fired. "And yes, I am capturing the ship. Halsey is going to die, just so you're aware. I hope to the gods you didn't appoint him."
Klara asked, "So what is there to do on the station exactly?"
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Mar 7, 2011 4:18:50 GMT -5
"And on the final day of mission, it was declared that all was not lost, but that all that was was and that only what will be was not and what was lost could be regained. So says Sim Eleven."
The murmured word of response from the congregation echoed through the hall.
Hozark Five continued. "And so it came to pass, that the Titania and Oberon were united in quest and the great works began. The eleven backups were made, the seven sleepers slept, the five warlords secured, and the three leaders corralled. The outcasts were run off, and the modules expanded. The four prototypes had been sealed away once more and the adversary destroyed. The process of new life was begun and the originals that remained placed their minds in the equation made matter and destroyed their bodies. So says Sim Eleven."
Waldo Three was ignoring the sermon as usual. But this time he had a good reason. His phone was feeding him updates on the goings on of the newly returned Aneans.
"The ten thousand soon awoke and began the great works of reestablishing the great people's Union of old here above the other green world of Uranus, of seeking to rebuild the first of the green worlds, now lost to us, and to seek out a way to unlock our lost land. These are our quests from now until we are all forever destroyed or we are successful. So says Sim Eleven!"
The sermon ended. Waldo was happy. He hated going to temple. Unfortunately he could only avoid it if the Chamber of Three summoned him to duty. Which despite reports of fighting, they had not done.
Everyone began to leave the pews and filter out onto the streets. Waldo looked up from his phone at the clear dome above him. Hanging in the sky were a number of things. Uranus for one was filling up a third of the sky as it was. There was Umbriel. Opposite from Uranus was quite visible Oberon 2. Oberon 2 as a rather large space station, unfinished at present, that looked like a bar bell spinning in the sky some distance off.
Waldo Three would live there some day, he knew it. The raccoon looked back down to his phone. More bad news it seemed. He wandered down the street to return to work. It was dreary work at the international agency yes, but at least it wasn't as bad as it used to be. The incident where his previous incarnation had offed himself had ushered in a need to have office space that wasn't on the edge of the base. The decompression of Waldo Two had gotten a little messy.
He returned to work and filled out more pointless paperwork as he waited for the powers that be to call him up to play diplomat. It was the only joy he found in his job.
But it wasn't like he could quit. He was the designated diplomat for the Uranus-Tinisian Operations Zone. He couldn't quit. He couldn't resign. He was the one whom handled what foreign affairs the collective of collectives had. The other powers typically treated the moons of Uranus as effectively one big corporation of sorts economically and politically. They had no interest in anything other then trade with friendly partners and to fight pirates. At least officially.
Well, other then the faith messages in the weekly sermons.
Waldo could technically quit. In a way. He could die. But then his replacement would be him again. Or more to the point, Waldo Four. Waldo Four was already grown and ready for work but was in stasis until Waldo Three was out of the picture. They only needed to feed one diplomat if they only had one diplomat. And that was more then they needed most the time.
He got to the office block. It looked like all the others. White plastic construction with steel super structure that is highly visible from the outside. Bright lights and rounded corners. His office was on the top floor, the fourth, and did have a window.
At his desk he checked his messages again. A new one had arrived:
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From: Chamber of Three To: Waldo 3 Subject: Pursuit of New Dynamics
Sim 11 has produced new scenarios regarding the newly arrived Anean taskforce to the Sol System. We should meet to discuss your role in any options we take. Mercury Observation and Ferdinand Observation have been notified of rules of engagement. All other centers are not yet on a need to know basis.
Standard meeting procedure.
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Waldo scratched his gray chin fur. Mercury Observation was being notified as well? There were only thirty or so people there, and the entirety of them were two furs. One operations and maintenance (Waldo recalls the name Voshat, fifteen through twenty five) and the other a scientist (Era one seven nine through one nine nine). The Ferdinand Observation post was much more important for sub system security and thus almost always fed necessary info on things like this. The commander there was Reso Two in fact.
Did the Chamber of Three think the Aneans were going to go to Mercury? The least useful planet in the system for anything other than collecting sunlight and useless rocks? (which is why the Tinisians had set up the small outpost there in the first place) Or was Sim Eleven being extra paranoid for some reason? Or maybe...
Waldo Three's head filled with questions while he waited the official time for the meeting to be handed down.
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Post by miokalia on Mar 7, 2011 15:14:09 GMT -5
Intermat Hokyldaryon Station Bazaar at the Promenade at Sarcomere G
There were now 12 Reshans, all of them crowded around the glitter box. Materials tickets were held in the air and there was shouting.
Likewise, all around, the biozoids began to stare in astonishment. This kind of excitement was highly unusual, and the fluffy white crowd had an almost cloud-like quality to it.
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"Well, there is a microgravity sports complex. There's restaurants that serve flavored air, so you can eat and eat without ever getting full, there's 'fantasy pods' if you don't mind plugging yourself into things and seeing crazy stuff. There's also services which specialize in unmentionables.", Tycho said to Klara.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 7, 2011 20:32:30 GMT -5
The silence of the two station-goers perturbed Jax a bit. He was used to his shipmates, who, when not chatting up a storm, singing through work, or whining incessently about everything, were rattling off reports or reasons why they should get pay raises. This silence, while walking through the best parts of the ship, as unsettling.
So, naturally, he passed the time by talking the whole way.
"Wheelllp, it looks like the lights are workin', isalrightun to come down. Watch yer heads, it's a mite tight 'roun' here. This passes right through the skeletal structure, so lots 'o handholds all over the place and such. We'll be passing by the fuel storage in abou', oh, say, twenty minutes or so, then it'll be another bit to get to the shadow shield."
"I'll be honest wit ye, protocals say I kenna let ye any closer to the reactors than that without protective coverins, and I ha' no idea what kind o' suits will e'er fit you lot, so I might hafta rig a drone for you to look around in, usin' one of the cameras or somthin. Not tha' hard, but the Ryvuuli will prolly yell at me later for messin' up one of their 'sacred' machines. Lunatics, the whole lot of them, but we need them for godsknow what reason."
Eventually he stopped, banging on the wall a bit to move a piece of metal out of the way, revealing yet another passage which opened up into a large room. Inside of it were several containers for the various fuels used to maneuver the ship, The more hazardous fuels were stored in an auxillery storage room behind the shadow shield, with the reactor. Parts of the shield were visible now, as the entire right wall from the entrance was made out of lead. Quite a large amount of it, in fact. Jax explained that it was around the entire section, to try and keep radiation from leaking into important sections if there was a containment breach.
"Take a sniff around..or howeva' ye be planning to look for chemical spills. We always patch the fuel tanks with the best we've got, and these uns' all got replaced by new-ish ones afor we left port."
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"Kitty kitty kitties! Wants an apple?"
The Havenite looked on in horror as R'ka approached one of the Reshans carrying a basket of apples. He couldn't warn him, so he decided to continue building the cages the Ryvuuli wanted him to make...Probably for the abominations inside the cargo containers.
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