Wold Posted August 30, 2000 Report Share Posted August 30, 2000 It's been soooo long since I posted to this one hope I can remember what I was doing [rp] Karen looks around the medical bay as the last of the most critically injured is transported over to the ICV-Drakr. Three people so badly burned from a combination electricity, radiation, and 'plain' old fire that even with modern medicine she didn't have much hope for their survival. Looking at the unconscience Cmdr. Hamblin, she tags him for the transporter. Her thumb just begining to press the transmit button to have Cmdr. Hamblin transported over, some movement in the doorway catches the corner of her vision and she freezes.Standing in the doorway was an officer supporting a mangled crew member in her left arm. The crewman was fading in and out of consciousness with his eyes rolling around. He appeared to be taller then the officer holding him up, but due to his sloutch it was hard to say. His left arm had been ripped off at the shoulder by some spent force. The bleeding stopped sortly after by cautorization and his uniform was beyond recognition.Her face was worn and haggard, yet anger, fire, and frustration showing in her eyes. Her once emaculate Galcom uniform was torn in multiple places, showed burn marks, was soaked in blood, and heavy smudges of dirt, grease, and soot. Judging by her stance, most of the blood must have been from the others she had been helping. Her right hand sported an unwavering military issue blaster pointed across sick bay at Karen's head.All movement on the bridge and for that matter the rest of ICV-Drakr stopped as that scene showed on the monitors. The lower right corner of the screen showed the tip of an assult rifle pointed at Mulgrey from the marine behind Karen's back. [/rp]I thought about having a commercial break leaving this hang here... but Blades did say that my shuttles left so I'm going to continue it.[rp] Mulgrey staggering under the weight of a barely conscience crewman approaches sick bay. Something triggers in the back of her mind as the sciene in sick bay hits her eyes. Her right hand palms the blaster and snaps it towards a woman at her Cmdr. Hamblin's side. Her trigger finger stops just before the last of the slack in the trigger is gone. She was so exhausted that it hadn't even registered in her mind as to why the blaster was in her hand or the fact that she didn't fire. A few slow seconds slide by as realization of what she is seeing dawns on her fatigued mind. A marine with an assult rifle pointed at her chest and a medical officer kneeling at her Cmdr. Hamblin's side....both Insurgents. She then wonders why the marine hadn't iced her already. With a mental shrug she gently moves the blaster back into the holster, looks at Karen and whispers "What now?"A collective sigh of breath being released is heard throughout Drakr as it became apparent that Mulgrey wasn't going to shoot."STATUS CHANGE" Shouts Tac as the board erupts with angry red dots showing warmongers and shuttles.I smack the comms over ride button to the away team "Karen, times up! Load up and get back NOW!".The sudden burst of comms on Karen's radio nearly ignights the fire-fight in sick bay that had just been avoided. Karen looks at Mulgrey, shrugs, "Ma'am, I can have all three of you beamed over to ICV-Drakr for immediate attention, or you can all stay here. I don't know what has changed."Mulgrey looks at her Cmdr. lying on the deck and knew there wasn't much choice. This wasn't what she had in mind for here Galcom career, but at least she would be with Hamblin. In a husky voice, "Transport us over Ma'am, and thank you."Karen nods and thumbs the transmit button. Four seconds later Mulgrey, Cmdr. Hamblin, and one more mangled crewman are aboard the ICV-Drakr. With both shuttles at maximum speed to the Drakr, Karen's thoughts are to those she and her team didn't get to and to what she can do for the ones that she did.My stomach begins to churn as the view screen switches to full view of the Nevermore and the mauling she was getting. It became immediatly apparent that Akira was in serious trouble and some unforseen game was at play.The priority comm light flashes on my command chair and Rattler's new orders roll across the screen. Not wanting to disappoint Rattler the message is immediatly passed onto the shuttles.Karen's face pops into my comms screen, "Sir, the able bodied Galcom personel have been transfered to Galcom shuttles. My medics informed me that we have five Galcom peronnel attached to life support on the Drakr. If we disconnect them it will kill them. One of those is Cmdr. Hamblin. The sixth person is officer Mulgrey and she is in sick bay with Hamblin. Karen out.""Nav, plot a course to Anchorage Theta. Hold course until I signal. I'll be in sick bay."Entering sickbay a defient look from Mulgrey greated me. I noticed that her blaster was missing. "Marine, give her the blaster back." He looked at me was about to protest then wisely remembered that I was in charge and promptly handed the weapon back to Mulgrey."Ma'am, I'm under orders by Rattler, Insurgent Commander, to return you all Galcom peronel back over to Galcom shuttles. You and the five here in sick bay are all that is left. My medical officer Karen has informed me that these five will die if removed from life-support. We will free them as soon as they are medically able and we are in a safe position to do so. The decision is yours." Mulgrey takes a long look at Hamblin, took a deep breath and whispers "We stay." Nodding I leave wondering if the loyalty was more then just the stripes on Hamblin's sleeve.Back on the bridge Nyguen opens an all ship channel. ********************** This is Cmdr. Wold. All Galcom peronel have been returned, save six people. Five of those are too badly wounded to remove from life-support. The sixth is Officer Mulgrey who has chosen to stay as a laison officer for the wounded. All Galcom peronnel will be released as soon as medically able. This includes Cmdr. Hamblin. Cmdr. Wold out. **********************As the Drakr cloaks, "Nav, take us to Theta." [/rp]Ok Hamblin, per your wish on page 2 you are now temporarly captured. ------------------ Cmdr. Wold Spectre Fleet Spectre Starstation ICV-Drakr "Do or do not, there is no try!" ICQ 4669033 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Commander Hamblin Posted August 30, 2000 Report Share Posted August 30, 2000 WOAH!!!!!!My God! It'll take me a while to read all of that!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Akuma Minako Posted August 30, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 30, 2000 Well here we go again! [rp] Eyes unblinking, breath shallow and raspy, face pale and still...Akuma Minako looks almost dead. The only signs of life are her occasional tossings and short breath. Kirin looks down upon the woman with sorrow filling his eyes. "I wish I knew what happened to you." He brushes a strand of black/violet hair out of her eyes. Turning slowly he leaves the sick bay in silent contemplation. All of a sudden over the pa systems a voice blares making everyone in the hallway stop. "To the REAL Commander of the Tenchi, I did not rescue you those so many years ago to see you fail. I have and shall always watch over you. Whether you remain Galcom, or chose another path is the choice that only you can make. We of the Insurgency hold no ill will towards yourself or any on this field of honor this date. I know that circumstances well beyound your control and grasp have come into play this date and I shall hold those guilty of infringing upon the sanctity of our private relationship accountable. Now it's time for you to stand up and BE what I have envisioned as your Destiny. BE A STARSHIP COMMANDER! It's now time for you to STAND AND BE COUNTED! Do not take this meeting as chance or circumstance. Take it as a friendly visit from one who cares!.......Rattler.....Out!" Kirin's eyes widen in surprise as once again the pa system goes silent. He rushes to the Bridge and grabs hold of a communications officer firmly. "Get Blades on screen." Kirin resumes his seat in the command chair and looks over his shoulder. "Tactics what's going on out there?" The Tactical officer blinks at the screen and remains that way for a few moments more. "I think you ought to see this yourself sir." Kirin stands up and moves around to the tactical screen. "What?" The tactical officer smirks. "Looks like the Insurgents are leaving the vicinity." "Sir! I think we have Commander Blades..." She pauses. "Getting a connection sir." Kirin smiles. "Well, Tactics move us closer to Blades' ship." He resumes his seat once more and folds his hands infront of his face in a stepel waiting for a visual conformation. *** Deep within her subconciousness Akuma Minako swims in dreams and darkness... Somewhere amidst the dreams a voice reaches out to her but it seems vague. "Rescued many years ago..." The voice seems so far away. Akuma's arms feel like gel. She finds herself unable to get closer to the voice. "What I have invisioned as your destiny..." She struggles to rise to conciousness but somthing is holding her back. It's almost like her heart...Or her mind...Or her...Her... She's unable to grasp it. Her feet and hands are now fins and she is laying face down in sand. She finds herself unable to move towards the voice. She tries...Struggles and succeeds to move one more step after what seems to be eternity. It's horrible, like a nightmare gone wrong. She wants to hear the voice again. Want's the voice to come back and draw her closer to it's embrace but it's faded, winked out...It seems like it no longer exists. Finally, she slows her efforts and awaits the voice again. But how long will it take? How long until that blessed voice will enspire her agian to fight. "Sir, her life signs seem to be stablizing." Akuma's head comes up slowly straining to hear...All the voices sound crystal clear, as if they were speaking in her very ear.... "Good. I want you monitoring her hour upon the hour. We need to make sure she's stabilized." "I have!" She attempts to say but it's as if the voices can't hear her. "Wait! Don't go! Where the hell am I? What's going on?!" But agian the voices have faded and once again Akuma resumes her endless swimming in a dark endless field of stars. [/rp] Mwahahahaaha. ------------------ AKUMA MINAKO ORION FLEET GCV- TENCHI DETERRENCE BATTLE GROUP www.orion-hq.fsnet.co.uk "War is the plague of Mankind, created by Mankind." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Commander Hamblin Posted August 30, 2000 Report Share Posted August 30, 2000 Well, now that I've caught up, here's my little addition to this RP...[rp]My eyes drifted open, slowly, almost painfully. Where was I?My eyes seemed to be filled with total white. The only thought that filled my mind was "Where am I?"I shut my eyes again, but the act of opening and closing my eyelids was causing me immense pain, so I tried to keep it at a minimum by blinking only.I blinked again. I was either so blinded by the light, or it was so bright that even when I shut my eyes it still shone just as brightly as before.I opened my eyes again. This time, there was something blocking part of the light. I couldn't make out just what on Earth it was, though.I suddenly noticed that every breath I took was slow, laboured and deliberate. It was a conscious effort for me to breath, and it was most disconcerting. Where on Earth was I?Slowly, I tried to turn my head, but for some reason, no matter how I tried, it just wouldn't budge. It was a struggle for me to carry on breathing from one moment to the next, let alone move my head.Squinting my eyes at the object blocking part of the light, for it was helping a great deal for me to be able to focus on something other than an almost blindingly bright light, I noticed that it was a person. A woman, specifically. Seeing her face seemed to trigger something in the back of my mind, but for some reason, I was having a hard time recalling it. I tried to force it up, as hard as I could, and I got a name. Kate Mulgrey.Yes, this woman was named Kate Mulgrey. I knew that much at least.I saw that her lips were moving, and as she was talking, she was smiling as well. For some reason, I couldn't hear anything at all except the faint hum of some piece of machinery near by. I concentrated on listening to what she was saying."...we've known each other for less than a week, and I'm already telling you how to command a starship?" She chuckled at that, as though she'd just made a rather funny joke. Seeing as I hadn't heard all of it, I didn't understand. One thing that I noticed, though, was that she seemed to have an extraordinarily lovely smile.My eyelids fell back over my eyes again, seemingly pulled down by gravity, not by will. Looks like it was time to sleep now.[/rp]Wold, I don't particularly want to write for your characters/ship/so forth, so I'll leave that up to you. Plus, I'm lazy. [This message has been edited by Commander Hamblin (edited 08-30-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rattler Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 (RP) Rattler took one last look at the rearward viewer as Necromancer approached the jump point. Suddenly it dawned upon him. He must leave something behind. Something physical. With Akira it had been the swords. Now what did he have? Ripping the Insurgent One Crest from his breast, he quickly scribbled a note on some ancient parchment that he kept handy. The note said...."Please give this to Commander Akuma Minako. I present this to her and only her. Its possession is a death sentence to any who hold this, save her! I will keep tabs on this device and shall be vindictive as any Quasar in the known universe if my wishes are not carried out. I thank you for your consideration and wish Orion God Speed and Health.""Chief Engineer, can you lock onto the bridge of the Tenchi with a transporter from here? If so, transport what I am now holding, both objects, and deliver them to the Tenchi!"The parchment went suddenly, without incident. The Crest was a different matter. First it began to vibrate, then heat up. In the time it took for the molecules to align for transport, less than 3 seconds, the crest achieved sufficient temperature as to burn an imprint in Rattler's left palm. Wincing as the crest left the Necromancer, Rattler thought to himself....."She had better damned well guard this with her life. It will cost the holder of it his/her life if it's not Akuma." Inwardly Rattler smiled and the "Man behind the Mirrored Glasses" again turned his attention to the task that lay in front of him. He heard the familiar sounds of "Mother" once again fill the bridge. "Hyperjump Activated" and Necromancer was gone. Spectre was close behind him, in hot pursuit of the wretches that had taken Akira, "Dark Lord of the Insurgency."Somewhere across the universe, an ominous creature stirred from his self exile. He had received his message loud and clear. Insurgent One needed him, AND his special tallents. Someone would cease to exist in this known Universe because of this summons. He didn't know whom, just yet, but Jester did not come out to play. Jester only came out to KILL! (/RP) ------------------ Rattler, Insurgent One Commander-In-Chief, InsurgencyOfficial Tester,Battlecruiser Series [email protected] ICQ 12894104"Bad? You ain't seen BAD, But WE'RE Coming![This message has been edited by Rattler (edited 08-30-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blades Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 [RP]Savage watched as his small fleet of friendly vessels fell in line behind the Tsunami. Likewise, he observed the Insurgent task force forming up in front of him. Outnumbered and outgunned, he pondered calling in on his wildcard, but held off for the moment. He didnÔÇÖt want to give the Insurgents any more of a reason to re-ignite the fire that moments before would have burnt them all to ashes.Between the two fleets, the four unidentifiable (but known to his bridge crew as Earthcom) Warmongers passed by, unmolested by the Galcom ships on his strict order, and unhindered by the Insurgents simply because they were out of range.Whatever had transpired aboard AkiraÔÇÖs ship, it had been done quickly. The target of the malevolent ploy had been aquired, and it was now being hurried out of the engagement area to location unknown.ÔÇ£Sir!ÔÇØ shouted the TsunamiÔÇÖs tactical officer. ÔÇ£The Warmongers, they are breaking formation and cloaking.ÔÇØSavage blew out an annoyed snort. ÔÇ£What a surprise.ÔÇØ He said. ÔÇ£Tactical, status of the Insurgent fleet?ÔÇØThe tactical officer quickly pulled up the requested information. ÔÇ£Sir, the Insurgents are holding tight, although I read a brief wide area special disruption ÔÇô probably a cloaking effect - originating close to Rattlers location.ÔÇØThat would be his escort, thought Savage. probably under orders to intercept the Warmongers. Looks like Rattler cottened on, at last.ÔÇ£Try and maintain a sensor lock on those Shadows if you can.ÔÇØThe tactical officer nodded, knowing full well it would be next to impossible to track a cloaked vessel.Moments later, the TsunamiÔÇÖs communications officer interrupted the silence on the bridge. ÔÇ£Sir, Insurgent shuttles on approach to the GCV- Sark. They are requesting permission to dock and transfer survivors from the Galatea to the infirmary.ÔÇØSavage nodded. ÔÇ£Same as before. Let them come. Keep sharp, but donÔÇÖt instigate anything ÔÇô we are still on very thin ice here, people.ÔÇØÔÇ£Aye sir.ÔÇØ Said the comms officer. ÔÇ£Relaying that to the fleet.ÔÇØSavage sat back in his chair and watched the viewscreen intently, waiting for some sort of movement from his adversaries.Will they retaliate? Hold us responsible for what has happened here today?Unlikely. The return of the Galatea crew to the Sark didnÔÇÖt seem like a typical ruse used by the Insurgents. If they wanted swift and brutal vengence, they had the firepower in system to do it without resorting to skulduggery. True, the element of surprise would help minimise their casualties, but it just didnÔÇÖt seem right that Rattler would do so.As if answering his own private thoughts, the assembled Insurgent vessels all suddenly began to execute turning maneuvers, and pulled away from where they had grouped in the stand off.ÔÇ£Sir!ÔÇØ it was the communications officer, again. ÔÇ£Receiving a message from Rattler. He sends his regards, sir, and compliments on keeping the fleet in line.ÔÇØSavage grinned. ÔÇ£Heh, that will be the day. Anything else?ÔÇØThe comms officer pressed his earpiece tightly to his ear, and replayed the last portion of the message again, as if confirming what he had heard. ÔÇ£Uh, yes sir. HeÔÇÖs extending a personal invite to you and Commander Miller to ÔÇÿdiscussÔÇÖ something of vital importance. He assures your safety, sir.ÔÇØSavage was surprised. This was more serious than he thought. Perhaps Akira was even more important that he had been led to believe. So important, in fact, that Rattler, the Insurgencies number one himself ÔÇÿrequestedÔÇÖ his presence.Not today, I think.ÔÇ£No reply, comms.ÔÇØÔÇ£Aye, sir.ÔÇØMoments later, the entire Insurgent fleet that bare minutes before threatened to end his life vanished without trace under cloak. Their course was unknown, but would probably have them regrouping and ascertaining the severity of their damage after losing Fleet Commander to the invaders.Savage wondered if Rattler knew who the assailants were, and wondered further how long it would take for him to find out.He knows it wasnÔÇÖt us, thatÔÇÖs for sure,[/] thought Savage. If he suspected that, he would have attacked without hesitation.ÔÇ£Signal coming in from the Sark, sir. All surviving crewmembers from the Galatea, save for six personel are on board and receiving medical attention. Commander Hamblin and his XO are not accounted for. Commander Miller reports he has been in communication with Commander Wold of the ICV ÔÇô Drakr, and the remaining missing personnel are in critical condition and will be returned as soon as they have been stabalised.ÔÇØCritical condition? Prisoners worthy of questioning?ÔÇ£Acknowledged.ÔÇØ Said Savage, thumping the side of his chair. ÔÇ£At least Hamblins alive.ÔÇØ For a moment, the Fleet Commander paused in thought. ÔÇ£Comms, signal our wildcard, have them decloak and fall in.ÔÇØSeconds later, the transmission sent, the hulk of the Orion Fleets most famous Battlecruiser faded into visibility, positioned directly behind the area of space where Insurgent One had previously been.ÔÇ£Incoming communication from the McKendrick, sir.ÔÇØSavage smiled. ÔÇ£Put her on.ÔÇØThe viewscreen chanced to the bridge of the McKendrick, and a frowning Commander Neena Polovoski greeted him. ÔÇ£About time you decided to make the call, sir.ÔÇØ She said, not for a moment hiding her anger.ÔÇ£Sorry, commander.ÔÇØ Said Savage. ÔÇ£But we couldnÔÇÖt risk pulling you out under cloak until we knew their intentions. Regards to your tactical and flight officers. They did one hell of a job sneaking through Rattlers escorts undetected.ÔÇØNeena snorted. ÔÇ£Just as well our intel on his escorts movements were accurate, or we could have very well bounced off one of them and alerted the entire Insurgent fleet to our presence. Looks like that luck of yours is starting to rub off on some of us.ÔÇØSavage grinned. ÔÇ£You say the sweetest things.ÔÇØNeena mock smiled at her fleet commander, and stepped back from the viewscreen. ÔÇ£Is there anything else we can do for you now, sir? Only we have to be back at Legacy before the PR folks start to miss us.ÔÇØÔÇ£Make yourselves scarce, commander. WeÔÇÖll take it from here. And thanks for being there. Im just glad we didnÔÇÖt need you, after all.ÔÇØThis time, Neena Polovoski gave him a genuine smile. ÔÇ£You and me both, sir. Say hi to Reynolds for me when you get back.ÔÇØÔÇ£IÔÇÖll do that commander.ÔÇØNeena nodded. ÔÇ£Seeya round, Blades. McKendrick out.ÔÇØWith that, the communication was severed. The McKendrick reversed itÔÇÖs course and began speeding back towards home.Savage sighed one more time, and looked around his bridge and thanked all that was holy that this day had passed without too much bloodshed. Yet, there were still so many unanswered questions, so many loose ends. Questions needed to be asked, and answers needed to be given. Somehow though, the Fleet Commander knew that they wouldnÔÇÖt come. At least, not today.ÔÇ£Comms, signal the fleet. Make way for the Orion Station. Helm, take us home ÔǪ..ÔÇØ[/RP]The ORION Fleet has left the engagement area, the same as the Insurgents have. This pretty much ends this RP as it is, but there are still many unanswered questions (Much will be resolved in an epilogue post I shall make shortly) and this story, although over, is just the beginning of something much, much bigger. I have been in discussions with Rattler, Akira and a few others about itÔÇÖs content, and within the next few days, I shall be starting a follow up RP that will resolve this story properly. So, those commanders who have unfinished business with this thread, fear not, it shall be continued. As for the Merc BC angle, we can work with that, but it needs to be done in the follow up thread.Anyway, I shall be posting scenario details shortly. In much the same way as the Pre-emptive Strike RP was played out last year, there will be rules and guidelines as to how this story goes. If you are not familiar with the Preemptive Strike scenario, I suggest you search back in the forum for it, and read it ALL. Not only is it a good read, but it will better prepare anyone wanting to participate in the upcoming adventure (And yes, it shall be EPIC, and quite unlike anything done before).Expect my epilogue (From Orions point of view, anyway) soon. ------------------ Flt. Cmdr. KARL SAVAGE COMMANDING OFFICER, ORION FLEET GCV-TSUNAMI www.orion-hq.fsnet.co.uk 'For Queen And Country' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blades Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 And now, a few explanations.[RP]Back at the Orion Starstation, Fleet Commander Savage sat beside the recovering Akuma Minako in the stations extensive infirmary. Occasionally, an attendant would approach him, offer encouraging words and check Akumas status.Although her wounds were healed, she had yet to regain consciouness from her self inflicted ordeal. There was speculation amongst the medics that despite her being medically sound, there may have been severe mental trauma that now accounted for her coma like state.ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖll wake up when sheÔÇÖs ready to.ÔÇØ Offered David Foss, Commander of the Deterrence. Savage hadnÔÇÖt seen him come in.ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs good to see you, Dave.ÔÇØ Said the Fleet Commander, standing briefly and accepting the Deterrence Battle GroupÔÇÖs wing leaderÔÇÖs hand. ÔÇ£Things got kinda screwed up out there for a while.ÔÇØFoss nodded, and seated himself in a chair beside the Fleet Commander. ÔÇ£We picked up the remainder of the GaleteaÔÇÖs survivors ÔÇô Hamblin included ÔÇô from a neutral transport a few hours ago. All but three of the crew survived.ÔÇØSavage nodded. ÔÇ£And those that didnÔÇÖt?ÔÇØFoss sighed. ÔÇ£The wreck was tractored back to GalCom HQ and the bodies recovered. There will be a small service for them at headquarters the day after tommorow.ÔÇØSavage shook his head. ÔÇ£Hows Hamblin baring up?ÔÇØÔÇ£HeÔÇÖs doin ok,ÔÇØ started Foss, ÔÇ£although heÔÇÖs pissed with HQ for deciding to decommission whats left of his cruiser.ÔÇØÔÇ£Replacement?ÔÇØFoss nodded. ÔÇ£The Galatea 2 will be christened by the end of the month. Hamblin will be able to take his exploration wing back out on patrol soon enough.ÔÇØSavage offered his old friend a smile. ÔÇ£ThatÔÇÖs a relief. I didnÔÇÖt want to have to reassign him back here if I could help it.ÔÇØFoss couldnÔÇÖt help but laugh. He allowed himself a few moments to chuckle along with the fleet commander, before the sour mood took him again. ÔÇ£Just what happened out there, sir?ÔÇØSavage swallowed, and allowed his head to fall into his outstretched hands. Without moving, he replied. ÔÇ£Im not really at liberty to say, Dave. Im not even really at liberty to know about it.ÔÇØFoss didnÔÇÖt want to hear that. ÔÇ£Oh, come on Karl. We all saw what went on out there. I just want to know how Akuma fits into all this. WeÔÇÖre ÔǪ. close, you know? I need to know this.ÔÇØSavage looked up. ÔÇ£You know what youÔÇÖre askin me? This isnÔÇÖt a sneak peak at up and coming events. This is beyond classified.ÔÇØFoss just stared at him, unmoved by Savages words.Eventually, Savage relented. ÔÇ£Ok.ÔÇØSavage stood up and gestured Foss to follow him to a secured office in the infirmary. He dismissed the medical staff within, and sealed the room, disabled all incoming and outgoing communications. When he was done, he faced Foss and slowly explained.ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know all the details, you understand, but what I do know I got from an encoded transmission from Akuma she sent while the Tsunami was breaching the Pluto region. It was so heavily masked, it took a while for my comms chief to recognise it as a signal and run it through the scrambler. By my guess, she sent it a good ten minutes before I even arrived in Pluto.Anyway, I was burning towards the Tenchi, intent on destroying her and the ÔÇÿTurncoatÔÇÖ crew when it finally decoded and sent itself directly to my console.ÔÇØÔÇ£What did It say?ÔÇØ asked Foss, folding his arms and looking directly at the Fleet Commander.ÔÇ£Basically, and I mean basically, she explained that she has some sort of unauthorised relationship with Rattler.ÔÇØFoss looked stunned. ÔÇ£Rattler? As in Insurgent One?ÔÇØSavage nodded. ÔÇ£Yeah. Seems he was on earth during some massacre of some sort, and pulled Akuma to safety. Apparantly, Akuma lost her family in it, including a brother she was very close to. Rattler, it seems, took her under his wing and sponsored her from afar. It was years before Akuma saw him again, and when she realised exactly who he was, she was torn.ÔÇØFoss sighed. ÔÇ£She never said this to me, not ever.ÔÇØÔÇ£Not the sort of thing you talk about when youÔÇÖre a newly graduated battlecruiser Commander serving in the fleet.ÔÇØFoss snorted. ÔÇ£I guess not.ÔÇØÔÇ£Anyway,ÔÇØ continued Savage, ÔÇ£despite him being an Insurgent, and her serving with Galcom, she considered him the closest thing she still had to family. Someone, somewhere found out about this special relationship, and decided to take advantage of it.ÔÇØFoss frowned, sensing something sinister in the way Savage said that. ÔÇ£Earthcom, you mean?ÔÇØSavage shrugged. ÔÇ£Again, Im not sure. Whatever the case, Akuma was approached by an agent, probably Earthcom, and told her something that frightened the hell out of her.ÔÇØÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ asked Foss.ÔÇ£The agent explained that he was aware of her relationship with Rattler, knew everything about her past, his involvement etc. He also told her that he had a man positioned close to Rattler who would kill him without hesitation is she didnÔÇÖt cooperate.ÔÇØÔÇ£Oh god.ÔÇØ Said Foss. ÔÇ£She must have been devastated by that.ÔÇØSavage agreed. ÔÇ£Faced with doing what the agent wanted, or having what she considers the last of her family murdered, she agreed to do what was asked.ÔÇØÔÇ£And by that, you mean stage her defection to the Insurgency?ÔÇØSavage nodded. ÔÇ£The plan was to have Akuma contact Rattler and announce her intention to defect. Rattler, trusting of her would probably send one of his most trusted collegues to handle the ÔÇÿCaptureÔÇÖ of the Tenchi and crew. Seeing as how Akira is a senior officer in the Insurgency, not to mention a close friend and confidant of Rattlers, it was logical to assume he would be given the job of bringing her in. At least, thatÔÇÖs what the agent thought.ÔÇØÔÇ£And guessed correctly.ÔÇØ Said Foss. ÔÇ£Son of a bitch, they set it all up just to get to Akira. But why him? Surley they must have known Rattler was in Pluto when they came through. Why not grab him instead?ÔÇØSavage offered him a possible explanation. ÔÇ£First off, taking Rattler from his ship isnÔÇÖt going to be easy, not with the vast escort he usually travels with. Second, once the operation was in effect, they couldnÔÇÖt offered to second guess themselves and go for a bigger target. Third, even if they were able to capture Rattler himself, itÔÇÖs unlikely that they would be able to get anything damaging to the Insurgency from him. His psyche profile reads like a masochists guide book. Torture, mental or physical doesnÔÇÖt seem to get to him. He would die before giving up his secrets, and if he died it would make him a martyr ÔÇô Something Earthcom doesnÔÇÖt want.ÔÇØÔÇ£It makes sense.ÔÇØ Said Foss. ÔÇ£But why Akira? Why goto all that trouble to get to him?ÔÇØSavage shook his head. ÔÇ£Im not sure. Perhaps they know something about him that we donÔÇÖt. Apart from being the InsurgencyÔÇÖs no.2, heÔÇÖs also the head of R&D for the fleet. And itÔÇÖs fair to assume that of all the people in the Insurgency, heÔÇÖs the one most likely to know as much as, if not more than Rattler himself. Perhaps his psyche profile reads a little more optormistically than Rattlers. Perhaps they think they can break him.ÔÇØÔÇ£IÔÇÖll be damned.ÔÇØ Said Foss. ÔÇ£Those underhand earthcom *******s. They used Akuma, put us all at risk and took off when we could have used them the most. We could have all died out there, and they wouldnÔÇÖt have lifted a finger to help us.ÔÇØSavage stepped up to Foss. ÔÇ£Forget everything IÔÇÖve told you, Dave. This goes no further, ever. For good or bad, what went on today was both illegal and criminal. And if thatÔÇÖs not bad enough, weÔÇÖve been told to sit on it and forget we were ever out in Pluto. All records of the encounter are being purged. The destruction of the Galatea has been put down to an ÔÇÿEngineeringÔÇÖ accident. In short, it never happened.Reluctantly, Foss nodded to his commander. It wasnÔÇÖt right, and it wasnÔÇÖt ok, but it was the way things were and had to be. ÔÇ£I hate this, sir.ÔÇØÔÇ£Me too Dave, me too.ÔÇØ[/RP]So there you have it. ------------------ Flt. Cmdr. KARL SAVAGE COMMANDING OFFICER, ORION FLEET GCV-TSUNAMI www.orion-hq.fsnet.co.uk 'For Queen And Country' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Akira Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 [rp]Without her crew, without her master, the Nevermore drifted. Had all things gone according to Akira'a plan, the Sark would be listing in silence.A solitary shuttle sped its way across the void. But it was too late. The Nevermore drifted into the minfield meant for the Sark and was ripped to pieces from bow to stern. A small package was auto ejected during the explosion. It would drift with the rubble of the deceased Nevermore. It was valuable to Akira but only Akira would know what to look for. His honor was in that box. His life was in that box. His future was in that box.-------------------------Words, and sounds were making sense now. Akira knew better than to open his eyes. He was aboard a ship, possibly in the detention hold if it had one. What was important to Akira was the missing buzz that had existed at the base of his skull since his last visit to Neptune.Remorse brought tears to his eyes as he understood that she was dead now. He'd spent a good many years with her. He'd given her everything a man could give. She was the best her race could offer. Now she was floatsam.Akira would rebirth the Nevermore or he would die by his captors as she had. The moment he'd joined with the Nevermore's systems and gone mad, she was as much a part of him as any female could be. Boots walked near his head. Akira quickly placed everything he was back into the small box in his mind. A man shouted some profanity that he didn't have time to hear. A flash of white zipped through his head as the gaurd brought the butt of his rifle to Akira's skull.Akira was blissfully unware as his body was beaten. Pain wasn't very effective when a person was unconcious. Akira's captors would soon figure this out, but for now Akira would dream of his childhood and the demons that haunted his soul.------------------ Vice Admiral Akira Commanding Officer Bishamon Fleet ICV-Nevermore Official Tester Battlecruiser Series[This message has been edited by Akira (edited 08-30-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Commander Zeke Stone Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 Well, I don't mind carrying it on to the next thread anyway. I wasn't really sure how I was going to get a crew member off of a Fleet Commanders ship anyway, couldn't exactly start a fire fight . Also, Since my ship's name has yet to have mentioned by anyone else but myself, I've decided to change it's name. I found a much better name that means the same thing. The new name of my ship is the UCV-Susceptor, which means Guardian in Latin I will edit my previous message and signature to this name, and this time I'm sticking with it.Now for some RPing....[RP]"Twenty Million?!" Jake exclaimed, "and all we have to do is capture a Marine?""Not as easy as it sounds Jake, I doubt he got on a Fleet Commanders ship because of his addictive personality. He's probably a good Marine that F.C. Savage won't want to just hand over to us." Zeke said, but Jake didn't seem to be listening. Once Jake had something one way in his mind, it was almost impossible to turn him around."Commander, most of the ships seem to be leaving the vicinity." Tacops Officer Christel Swordo informed him."Take us off Passive Radar and find out what ships have been having all the fun in here." Cmdr. Stone ordered."We have Insurgent and Galcom ships in the area," Swordo observed with little surprise."Do any of those ships happen to be the GCV-Tsunami?" Jake querried the Tacops."Aye, Sir. GCV-Tsunami is moving out with the rest of them.""What about the debris, anything useful we can pick up?" Zeke wondered. He couldn't believe he still took the time to search the debris. His crew probably thought he was just looking for junk, but there was something more specific he desired. He had been searching for it ever since he breached earth's atmosphere for the first time."No, Sir. I don't see anything worth picking up," Christel Responded. She had always been a good Tacops Officer but Zeke thought she needed to loosen up a little."Continue to Pluto, I'll be in my quarters," he started towards his quarters and then stopped, ordered a decloaking of the ship before continuing to his quarters.**45 minutes later**Once on the base at Pluto Cmdr. Stone went to the bar there. He was still supposed to meet someone there about another job.After a few minutes of drinking he saw someone who seemed to be approaching him. He didn't know the person but assumed he was a messenger. The stranger sat down beside him and immediatly began conversation. Zeke didn't like the person being so direct about it but listened."I know about your little deal with Trevise," this was not the message he expected."I don't know what your talking about.""Stop the games, we both know that you're going after that Marine and I just came here to tell you that your not the only one. Whoever wants this guy wants him bad and I don't intend on sharing the prize money with you." the stranger stood up and walked out of the bar.Zeke thought this over. Had the people going after this person really hire two Mercenaries or did this guy just intercept the message. Either way, Zeke knew that he had some competition. This was going to be fun.[/RP] ------------------ Commander Zeke Stone Mercenary UCV-Susceptor - "Never Give Up, Never Surrender"**Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job** -- Douglas Adams[This message has been edited by Commander Zeke Stone (edited 08-31-2000).][This message has been edited by Commander Zeke Stone (edited 08-31-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wold Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 I'm not sure I buy that lazy bit Hamblin, I've read your other posts in this epic! Hummmm..... tink tink, thump creeeeeeck, pop.... hick.. shwump-tank. There, think the brain's engaged now [rp] BACK in Varan at a highly compromised base...The PLAN was engaged and while there was an extreme sense of urgency there was no panic. There wasn't a person in that base ignorant to the fact that the day would come when their home was compromised. Drills were run weekly to keep everyone in sync with their rolls. There was very little that could go murphy by now that hadn't already gone murphy in the past and been fixed. C & C, command and control, had activated the probe the instant that first wave of interceptors had hit the base. The only red blip was a Galcom vessel, the GCV-Kuari. The scope showed several shuttles in geosyncronys orbit above the base, waiting for their orders to flee the system. These ships carried the most critical data and all children. When the new base was secured everything would be filtered back in.Ground preperations where getting the last touches applied. Trenches and bunkers were sparsely, but adaquately popluated by human shaped robots. The programming in the robots was very specific to give the appearance of an active resistance for both air and ground assault. Some were even programmed to run for cover. All those remaining were scattered between underground bunkers or "safe houses" just outside the compound.Schlynk, Ralph, and a very ticked-off Raven were in the backup C & C. Schlynk had long since given up on calming Raven. The only thing at this point that could molify her would be to fry Lance's clone with a blaster, at close range. Schlynk chuckled thinking that her true hair color had to be red. He continued scanning the base's personel list, more from bored curiosity then anything else. Near the bottom of the list his heart skips a beat. Reading the name again he shakes his head. No way, can't be! Not in a universe this big! Must be a different person with the same name, but.... "Commander!" The base commander looks up at Schlynk as he shows the commander the list. "Is Nancy Wold married and is her husband a ship commander?"The base commander blinks in surprise at the question. He shrugs and pulls up Nancy's information on his datapad. Purshing his lips as he scrolls through the information his tired eye's finally spot the answer. "Yes Sir, she is. She's a medical officer and is currently on shuttle five. Anything else?"Schlynk turns a cold penetrating look into the base commanders eyes, "Yes there is. Raven will be flying that shuttle with Ralph and I on it. IC's 3 & 4 are going to escort that shuttle. She is my commanding officer's wife. If ANYTHING bad happens to her, Cmdr. Wold would do something so terrible that a 50 megaton nuke would look like a birthday candle, regardless of what his orders are."A soft all clear bleep is heard from the tactical computer as the scope registers the departure of GCV-Kurai. The orbiting shuttles follow their pre=arranged orders and head to their preselected jump points at maximum speed. The remaining shuttles and the three IC's finish the last second preping along with the changes dictated by Schlynk. The base commander wasn't pleased by the last second changes but it wasn't too drastic as his evac plans hadn't included the extra hardware. The sudden shift from normal light to the flashing red with the accompanied angry bleep marked the arrival of the Galcom interceptors into Varan space. The Galcom interceptors noticed the fleeing shuttles but knew they were too late to catch them before they jumped from Varan. Besides, the orders were to remove that base of operations, not chase shuttles. They came in low and fast marking the SAMS and AA first. Their passing was marked by small arms fire from robotic ground units with explosions of SAM launchers and AA guns. After the third pass the approach vector for the interceptors had changed to the correct angle for the Insurgent's last ploy. To the shock of the Galcom pilots 8 shuttles and 3 interceptors exploded from an underground launching bay and headed directly away from them at ground hugging level. The Galcom pilots snapped their sticks over and hit the afterburners to chase down this new prey. As the lead interceptor crossed the compound the world exploded in a huge mushrooming ball of fire, radiation, electronic hash and wind. The small, tactical nuke had detonated as planned. Two IC's vanished in the fire-ball, a third was slammed to the ground from the shockwave, and the remaining four were so badly damaged that further persuit was impossible. Those four would make it back to a safe haven reporting that the insurgent base was a total, radiated loss, nothing salvageable remaining.Schlynk exhaled a huge sigh of relief knowing that he had succeeded in assisting the rescue of the base and getting Nancy safely back to Spectre Starstation. [/rp] Okay, my brains dropped a cog so Thurs. evening sometime, I'll post the approx. week of having a wounded Hamblin on my ship and then have him delivered to a neutral transport ship, somewhere. ------------------ Commodore Wold Spectre Fleet Commanding Officer, Spectre StarStation ICV-Drakr "Do or do not, there is no try!" ICQ 4669033 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thomas Siemens Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 Zeke, you did not read any EarthCom signatures, those ships were simply Warmongers! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Commander Zeke Stone Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 Oh yeah, oops, I'll correct that.------------------ Commander Zeke Stone Mercenary UCV-Susceptor - "Never Give Up, Never Surrender"**Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job** -- Douglas Adams Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wold Posted September 1, 2000 Report Share Posted September 1, 2000 The time frame for this post may overlap some other action that hasn't happened yet. I'm at the Theta anchorage waiting for Rattler's lead on that. So..... [rp] The ICV-Drakr had a weird, mixed atmosphere about it. Nothing that scrubbers, air circulators, or any other electrical device could detect, but present non-the-less. Contributing to this was the appearance of no ryme or reason to the activities aboard the ship. Some crew members were working long shifts while others tackled their tasks an hour or two at a time. And dress....ooh boy was it a mix! Everything from formal evening ware (must have a ship-board date somewhere) to the Hawaiian baggie shorts and flip-flops. Some of it was a real eye-sore. The marines doing the usual intruder prevention tour actually appeared incongruent to the scene. But the atmosphere was generated from deeper then that. It was the emotional kick-back from recent events. The events of being shot at, having a terminated spy as a leader, destruction of the GCV-Galatia brought home by the cameras, lack of news from the away team in Varan, and the final loss of ICV-Nevermore with Akira missing. One could sense the emotional let-down, almost fatigue, yet it was missing the expected feeling of depression from loosing the second highest leader of the Insurgency. The taste of steel was also in the air, weaving it's way through the hearts and minds of those that made Drakr a living creature.For some reason I tended to eat in the cafateria instead of my own quarters. More then one crew member thought I was nuts because of my preferences. "A penny for your thoughts?" a deep, husky voice interupts my mental wandering. Looking up from my bacon-cheese burger I see Mulgrey with a tray of food standing at my table. Her uniform's condition being as it was, she was wearing a casual, yet undeniably flattering black knit dress with slits on the sides. Where she had acquired this, I didn't know. My staring at her for several seconds was cause enough for her to begin getting nervous over her intrusion. Realizing I was being rude, I gave myself a mental shake and nodded at the chair across from me. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean to be rude there, please have a seat." Giving her a wry smile I answered her question "That won't make me much money."She tilts her head in puzzlement, "Please, call me Kate and what do you mean it won't make you much money?"Chuckling, "I only have one thought and since your giving me a penny for each one that only makes me one cent richer. Kate, my thoughts were on my wife. During that episode in Jupiter space I received word that an Insurgent base was under attack on Varan. We have heard nothing from our away team and imagination being what it is...." I finish with a slight shrug. "No one knows that but you Kate, I trust that you'll keep it that way."The smile quickly fades from her face with this news, and the conversation lags. The meals finished she heads back to sick bay to see how Hamblin and the others were doing while I head off to see how repairs had progressed. The seeds of a friendship had been planted.Five days have passed. Several of the less wounded Galcom crew members had been released from sick bay and to their astonishment been given guest quarters and no guards. The fourth crewman's left arm had almost completed regen and Hamblin was under heavy medication for some internal complications. Kate was reading a Harlequin romance book on a datapad while lounging next to Hamblin's bed when I entered sick bay. The medical attendant gave me that pained look that spoke volumes about too many visitors harassing the sick. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to speak her mind, the attendant left the room. Kate answered my question before I could voice it, "He's doing much better, Shannon. Technically he could be taken off life support and transfered to Galcom, though the doctor says a few more days would be better." After a brief pause she looks around to make sure no one was listening and continues in a different vein."You sure run a different ship here. I saw a guy wearing a lime green tank-top, bright red shorts with yellow diaginal strips, and a mouth full of chew working in a trace-way. Tools and parts scattered around, effeciency has got to stink! Hamblin wouldn't, uh, I mean, oh my, we've known each other for less than a week, and I'm already telling you how to command a starship?" She chuckled at that, as though she'd just made a rather funny joke.I grin back at her knowing full well that my superior officers would have gotten grey hairs over how my ship was being run at that moment. I wasn't worried even though I knew that it resembled a circus on tear-down day. In a few days the crew would have the emotional break they needed and be back on track.Wanting to change the subject before she put her foot in her mouth again Kate asks a diferent question. "How long have you and your wife been together?"Smiling with a far away look in my eyes, "Fourteen years if you count the two year engagement.""How do you do it, stay together through all this?""Oh, it's not too hard Kate. The trick is in the memory and the focus. For example, Take the Drakr here. She's a nice ship but she's lost that 'new' shine. I know every imperfection. I know her quirks, idiosyncrocies, strengths and weaknesses. Certain things seem to break like clock work while others run forever. I'm familiar with this ship. When I see a new ship, or maybe even a used one, they always look perfect. No flaws, no quirks, no faults. Yet the cmdr. of that ship knows their own ship like I know mine. People are the same way Kate. You are a beautiful person. What you did on the Galatea and what you've done on my ship since show's your strengths while your faults remain hidden or distant. There is no perfect ship and no perfect person. My wife is dear to my heart because I keep her strengths and weaknesses in my mind. We work as a team countering each other's weaknesses while focusing on the strengths."We finish chatting about some other things then I head back to the bridge to see if I have any news from the away team.Four days later we get news that the away team is back at Spectre Starstation with my wife and that all Varan personel were safe. Tactical spots a neutral transport ship and arranges a short rondeavue. At the docking tube my officers and I say our farewells to the Galcom personel. They leave the ICV-Drakr with new insight into the heart of the Insurgency, knowing that not everything they heard from Earthcom, Galcom, and the UFN about the mad bunnies was true. [/rp]UHG! Hamblin, your trying to strain my brain!! Hope that fits with what you had in mind. If not ------------------ Commodore Wold Spectre Fleet Commanding Officer, Spectre StarStation ICV-Drakr "Do or do not, there is no try!" ICQ 4669033[This message has been edited by Wold (edited 09-01-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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