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  1. Doctor, I too have been a member of this community for some time, and am deeply appreciative of the great environment provided here. For a direct representation of our camraderie, spirit and respect, I would refer you here. In all my gaming experience, I have never before seen the like, and it makes me proud to be part of such a great place. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure *1st Squadron, *SIN Wing Stationed, *Starstation Wrath "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones ICQ 32545391, CST =TDY Wraith Fleet= Prime Fleet Liason Officer
  2. Thomas, I noted on your Fleet Structure I am listed as on patrol, unassigned, or MIA. At present (according to RP), I am assigned as Prime Fleet Liason Officer to Wraith Fleet, on Temporary Duty (TDY). Though I do suppose I should have reported in for the Prime Fleet Rollcall, as I am still assigned to the Fleet at present. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure *1st Squadron, *SIN Wing Stationed, *Starstation Wrath "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones ICQ 32545391, CST =TDY Wraith Fleet= Prime Fleet Liason Officer
  3. I would have to agree with Gallion. Rattler has a good way with words. You have my deepest regrets on your recent loss.
  4. Welcome to Wraith Fleet, Vorpal. We're glad to have you aboard. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet 1st Squadron, *SIN Wing Stationed, *Starstation Wrath "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones ICQ 32545391, CST =TDY Wraith Fleet=
  5. Reporting as ordered, sir. *edited to make .sig look better* ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure *1st Squadron, *SIN Wing Stationed, *Starstation Wrath "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones ICQ 32545391, CST =TDY Wraith Fleet= Prime Fleet Liason Officer [This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 03-11-2000).]
  6. Work has intervened in my posting. Therefore, I will post tonight, and show the perspective of someone who was actually there at the Battle of Rinaal. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  7. And once I get home tonight, I will post and elaborate more on Gallion's...interesting... sonnet. Better poetry than some of the stuff I've written. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  8. This may be off topic, but I felt that it should be mentioned. No offense to Timski, but the only people that are allowed the have the rank of Fleet Commander are those promoted directly by the SC. Also, your ship designation should be GCV, instead of CGV. Of course, this could be from some other RPG, in which case, I present my most humble apologies. Just thought you should be aware. Respectfully, ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  9. In fact, IIRC, most US attack submarines are commanded by Commanders (O-5). Ballistic missile subs are commanded by Captains (O-6). At last I heard, Ristar was coming up with a definitive rank structure (at least for the GCN). Any progress, Ristar? ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  10. It's way past time for this. Get ready, it's a long one. [RP] Location: Cyron V, Cyron Date: 14 March, 3008. 1550 hrs. GCV Sutherland Susan Howard, the tactical officer looked at TacOps intently, looking for any sign of more ships jumping into the region. Finally, she turned to face Commander Newhome, and said "Commander, I think that may be all of them. There have been no transits in the last 8 minutes." Newhome looked over at her and asked "How many ships were there?" "Sensors indicated 368 transits ma'am. I estimate their force to be of 2 Order strength, including 51 Stormcarriers." Howard reported. The whole bridge crew gasped. The enemy force would outnumber their own Fleet by over 6 to 1. In Stormcarriers alone, the Gammulans nearly had as many ships as all those in Rinaal. Newhome looked grim as she thought about the prospects of defending Rinaal. "How long until all the enemy vessels have entered Pravis?" she asked the Ops officer. "All transits will be complete in 22 minutes, Commander. Half the enemy fleet has already made the jump to Pravis." he replied. "Very well. Feed the course to the fluxfield to the Helm. Number One, I want to wait 30 minutes, and then were getting the hell out of here. Communications, send of message to the Swiftsure. No enemy transits in last 10 minutes. Total enemy count, 368 ships. Will hold position for 30 minutes, and withdraw to friendly space. Good luck, and Godspeed." Newhome ordered. The crew of the Sutherland prayed for those in Rinaal, for they had even less of a snowball's chance than those who fought in the first Gammulan incursion nearly 8 years ago. They would fight a desperate fight against innumerable odds this day. A day that would never be forgotten. -------------- Location: Pravis, Cyrian Date: 14 March, 3008. 1550 hrs. GCV Rodney The nimble Starcarrier was rocked to one side as they were hit again by weapons fire. "Shields at 60%!" the tactical officer yelled. "Come to 103 mark 211, 3/4 impulse. Attack pattern Echo. Let's go get that Aestrom!" Conner ordered. Rodney groaned as she was forced onto her new course. The Aestrom had its attention turned toward another ship, and never saw the Rodney coming. Weapons fire lanced out to hit the enemy ship. Combined with two Vagrants in quick succession, the Aestroms shields overloaded and collapsed. Flashes of light played across her hull as the Rodney struck her bare armor. "Commander! The Aestroms weapons are down, and she appears to have severe engine damage. She's slowing, dropping below quarter impulse." the XO reported. The Communications Officer said from his console "Commander, Charile Squadron reports being overwhelmed. They're pulling back to Mobile Position 1." "How many enemy ships are there?" Conner asked. "Charlie Squadron reports 174, sir. Transits are now occuring every 1.8 seconds." the Tactical Officer reported. "Navigation, set course for Rinaal." Conner said, as he used his command console to open a communications channel. "All ships, this is Rodney. We're pulling back. Charlie Squadron, cover our retreat, and follow behind. Rodney out. Status of the enemy fleet?" Glancing at his TacOps screen, the Tactical Officer reported "They're all still at impulse speed, Commander. Probably conserving their jump charge for the jump to Rinaal." "All ships acknowledge orders, Commander. Alpha, Bravo, and Delta Squadrons on course for the jumpgate. Reports indicate enemy losses at 2 destroyed, 17 disabled. Bravo Squadron reports one of their ships disabled, but under tow. All other Squadrons report no losses, and minimal damage." Comms reported. "Very well. Helm, engage hyperdrive. Tactical, drop a probe to monitor the enemy approach to the jumpgate. Communications, give me a channel to the Swiftsure." "Aye, sir." As the face of Benjamin Somerset appeared on the viewscreen, Conners advance force quickly flew into hyperspace, and prepared for another battle. The first major battle of what Conner expected to be a very long war. ------------------- Location: Rinaal, Cyrian Date: 14 March, 3008. 1555 hrs GCV Swiftsure Benjamin Somerset sat in the command chair and waited. He hated waiting, especially in this sort of situation. The cup of Earl Grey came up slowly, as Somerset took a drink. His face skewed in disgust at finding the tea had grown cold. This endless waiting had also given the Commander a chance to think. At the moment, the thought most prevelent in Somerset's mind was that of his wife. There was a more than fair chance that he would never see her again. The Fleet's only purpose here was to buy time. Time for other forces to gather, and repel the Gammulan assault. That meant many brave people that would fight here today would never go home. The fact that he may be one of those did not scare Somerset. The idea he would never see Jessica again, however, instilled a sense of fear in him he had never felt before. The first time he was married, Somerset did not even pay the idea of his demise, and the affect it would have on his wife, any mind. He was more worried about his ship, than his now ex-wife. It was one of the main reasons he had gotten divorced. He was married to his ship, and not her. But he knew that what he had with Jessica was different. For the first timein his life, Somerset knew he was in love. He could tell her anything, and took comfort and pleasure in doing the simplest things with her. Without even realizing it, Somerset began twirling the ring on his left hand, and staring at the picture of her he had on his command console. The thing he wanted most, was to get out of this alive, so he could see his wife again. But, like he had always done, Somerset would do his duty. There was a job to do, and he would do it to the best of his ability, or die trying. "Commander, incoming message from the Sutherland." Winforth said, interrupting Somerset's train of thought. "Let's hear it," Somerset ordered. Winforth pulled it up and said "Message is as follows: No enemy transits in last 10 minutes. Total enemy count, 368 ships. Will hold position for 30 minutes, and withdraw to friendly space. Good luck, and Godspeed.." The bridge fell silent as the crew sized up the odds. "Two Order strength...368 ships..." Ishikawa murmured from his post. "Stand easy, mister," Somerset said, silencing the other officer. "Number One, your opinion?" "I believe that a successful defense would be futile. Our forces are outnumbered 6 to 1. It is illogical to attempt to fight such a force." Soran said. Somerset pointed out, "But we also have the station, and the minefields." "They still outgun us 4 to 1, Commander. We are still greatly outnumbered," Soran retorted. "Vhat are our chances?" Kamarov bluntly asked. Soran replied, "I calculate our odds at 52%, and the Fleet's at 41.6%." Before anyone could reply, Winforth informed Somerset, "Sir, incoming transmission from the Rodney." This was it. "Put it through," Somerset said. "This is Conner, sir. Our position is overwhelmed, and we're pulling back to Rinaal. the face on the viewscreen reported. "What is your status?" Somerset asked. Conner replied "All ships accounted for, sir. Charlie Squadron is covering our retreat. One ship was disabled, but she's under tow. All other vessels are combat capable." "Enemy damage and numbers?" "They lost 2 vessels, another 17 disabled. We didn't manage to get any of the Stormcarriers, though. They just barreled right through us. At last count there were 185 enemy vessels in the region, and we'll be making our jump in 2 minutes." "How far behind are they?" "They're remaining at impulse, sir. We think they're conserving their jump engines. ETA on the enemy Fleet is 15 minutes from our last ship jumping in." "Very well. Once you arrive, take up Mobile Position III at 115 km, defensive formation Delta." "Acknowledged, sir. We're on our way. Rodney out." The GCN logo appeared on the viewscreen with the words END TRANSMISSION directly below it. Immediately after, the screen returned to the standard forward view, showing the dark starfield ahead of them. Except for the usual comm chatter from belowdecks, the bridge was silent. In all their years together, they had never faced such odds against them. For the first time in his 19 years as a Navy officer, Benjamin Somerset found himself in a no-win situation. Any form of victory in this situation was untenable. Their only hope was to hold back the advance for as long as they could, evacuate the remaining personnel on the station, and withdraw with as little losses as possible. But Somerset knew that was impossible, unless... Unless you change the rules, the thought came unbidden into his mind. "Melanie, get me the Hood on a secure link, Priority I," he said, a course of action now firmly planted in his mind. Changing the rules indeed... he thought to himself. "Aye, sir." she said, complying with his order. This is the Hood. Go ahead." "Commander, you are familiar with the Omega defensive plans, are you not?" Bush's face was questioning as he replied, "Um, yes sir, I am." "Then you are aware of plan Omega III." The other mans face visibly flushed as he answered "Yes, sir. Are you intending to implement the plan?" "I am," Somerset stated matter of factly. "The computer requires two consenting officers of command rank. I require your assistance." Bush pulled himself together and replied, "Understood. Whenever you're ready, sir." Somerset left the channel open as he activated part of his command console. "Computer, recognize Commander Benjamin Somerset, and access secure link Gamma 24." 'Acknowledged. Secure link established. Enter command.' "Computer, access and execute Omega III protocalls." 'That command function is restricted. Two command authorizations required.' "Execute protocall Omega III. Authorization Somerset 2-5-Alpha-Tango." The computer sounded it's verification of carrying the order out. Somerset nodded at Bush, who was still on the viewscreen. He saw Bush jab at his own console, and say "Computer, execute protocall Omega III. Authorization Bush 4-1-Sierra-Sierra." 'Command Authorizations confirmed. Execution complete. G-2 Units responding to command.' "Computer, arm G-2 Units, authorization Somerset 2-5-Alpha-Tango." 'G-2 Units armed. Awaiting further command' the computer intoned hollowly. "Hood, hold your position, and await further orders. Swiftsure out." Somerset said, and Bush's face disappeared, replaced by the GCN logo. Up at the helm, McAllister looked at Ishikawa and inquired quietly "G-2 Units?" Ishikawa looked back with the same questioning look, and replied "Never heard of it." "Melanie, get me HQ on a secure link," Somerset ordered. "Aye, sir," she said, wondering what this was all about. Commander Matasuke appeared on the screen "Go ahead, Swiftsure." "Commander, how many personnel are still aboard the station?" Somerset asked. "There are still 500 aboard. 300 Marines guarding the secure areas, and 200 techs manning weapons, communications, and the reactors." "Is this link secure?" Somerset said suspiciously. Matasuke looked questioningly as he replied "It is, sir." "I want you to review the Omega III defensive plan, and prepare to evacuate the station on my order." Somerset waited as Matasuke accessed the data, and looked it over. "You can't be serious..." he said as his voice drifted off. "I am. The plan is designed for enemy forces outnumbering us 5 to 1, and no possibility of reinforcement. We are outnumbered 6 to 1, and there is no possibility for reinforcement. Corsair Wing is probably decimated, and still caught behind enemy lines. All other forces are being sent elsewhere. The situation calls for the Omega III plan." "Sir, I must object to this course of action." Somerset didn't have time for this. "Your objection is noted. The plan is still going ahead, Commander. Carry out your orders." "Aye, sir. However, I intend to put a formal protest in my log, as this is a flagrant violation of the Credian Accords." "Very well. I look forward to reading it. Somerset, out," he said, cutting the transmission. The rest of the bridgecrew sat dumbfounded, unable to concieve of what actions might violate the Credian Accords. But with the desperation of the situation, none of them would argue if it increased the odds for survival. Not even Soran. Deep down, he wanted to get out of this as much as everyone else. Somerset brought up a communications screen at his console, and prepared a message. -----Begin Transmission----- To: Fleet Commander Londono, CINCWRTHFLT Fm: Commander Somerset, GCV Swiftsure Sb: Omega III Priority I Our forces outnumbered 6 to 1. Believe there is no alternative but to execute Omega III defensive plan, and implement G-2 Units. God help me for what I am about to do. Will see you at Tyrus II. Respectfully, Ben ------End Transmission------- A flash of light signalled the entrance of a new ship into the region. The mines surrounding the gate took an IFF reading, determining the target to be friendly. Conners advance force was starting to arrive, and the Gammulan Navy wouldn't be far behind. The Gammulans probably thought that this would be an easily fought, easily won battle. Odds of 6 to 1, and a starstation being the only thing in their way. They were in for a big surprise. [/RP] Tac, Gallion: check ye mail. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones [This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 01-25-2000).]
  11. It's nice to see a Commander with some taste. Welcome to Wraith, and the SIN Wing. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet =TDY Wraith Fleet= Commander, SIN Wing "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones [This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 01-09-2000).]
  12. [RP] The bleeding from Bigtone's wound had finally stopped, and thankfully for the heavyset man, he was still clearheaded. In the backseat, he was the first to notice something new in the scope. "Hey, Banish, got somethin' new back there. Looks like one of our shuttles." "Let's go take a look, then." Banish said as he eased the throttle back, and turned toward the shuttle. Pulling up alongside the shuttle, he saw a head turn to look at them. Then over the commlink he heard; "Banish? Is that you? Neena has instructed us to go after that probe. You are to provide cover. We've got a probe to find." Banish recognized the voice as McKendrick. When he got on a first name basis with the XO however was a mystery. A mystery that could be solved later on. Activating his own commlink he said, "Right with you, McKendrick. Let's find that *******, and blow it out of the stars." Time grew short. Banish only hoped they had enough of it left to do their job. [/RP] --------------------- Robert "Banish" Anderson Scorpion One GCV Chikuma
  13. Blades: I'll wait until you update, to see if one of the Chikuma crew still aboard can locate the RANDOM. I'm also going on vacation (what wonderful timing ), so some time between now and your update will be helpful. I shall try to post not too long after you update. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  14. Congrats are in order to you Thomas. Seems like a good X-mas present to add to your list. Good luck in your new posting, command of the largest Fleet in the GCN. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  15. I think it's a nice thing that you left Banish and Big alive. Hopefully, this'll be able to accomplish some good. [RP] Impact T - 28 minutes Banish no longer had time to mourn over his dead friends. Somewhere out there, a weapon the like of which the Galaxy had never seen was bearing down on a unsuspecting population. And by some twist of fate, the last remaining pilot aboard the Chikuma appeared to be the only one who could stop it. Looking over at Jayce, he ordered, "Help me get Big back to the Launch Bay. We've got to take that damn weapon out." Jayce nodded, and they both began taking Bigtone back to the Launch Bay. When they finally arrived, the two men managed to strap Big into the cockpit. "Ready to rock and roll, Big?" Banish asked as he finished strapping the fighter on. "Everythings warmed up and ready to go, boss. Time to kick some ass." Big replied. Banish looked at Jayce, and said. "Get on out of here, kid. We're going to have to blow the Bay open to get out, and you don't want to be here when that happens. Go help out the XO, and see if you can't get us a bead on the weapon." Jayce looked at the pilots, and noted that these men had the look of men on a suicide mission. Neither one of them really expected to come back. But they were going to do a job that had to be done, and appreciated that. "Good luck, guys." he said as he turned to leave the Launch Bay. "God be with you..." he whispered as the doors shut. Left alone in the Launch Bay, Banish looked back at Bigtone. "One more time, Big?" "Yup, let's go." he replied. Banish looked down, and flipped the Master Arm switch to ON. He turned the fighter toward the Bay doors and slowly depressed the trigger. Laser fire screamed out of the fighter, explosively decompressing the Bay. Banish advanced the throttle, and headed out to destroy the RANDOM, if it was the last thing he ever did. Impact T - 26 minutes [RP] I hope somebody has an idea up there sleeve about how to find this weapon, because a couple of guys are sitting on a lot of missiles with the RANDOM's name on it. --------------- Robert "Banish" Anderson Scorpion One GCV Chikuma
  16. Been pretty busy as of late myself. I'll try and post tonight after work. BTW, has anyone heard from Jon lately? ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  17. Commander Benjamin Somerset, reporting for duty. The Swiftsure is at your command. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  18. [RP] The evil brainwashing of good command material...a sad waste really. It will be a great shame to blow you out of the stars. The pleasure of doing so will be mine. They say, Revenge is a dish that is best served cold. It is very cold, in space. [/RP] Yes, I borrowed from ST:II ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  19. [RP] Countdown T - 4 hours 37 minutes "Have any of you guys got an idea? I need options, and I need them yesterday!" Banish yelled. In his opinion, they had run out of time. They needed to take action, and take it quickly, before Mallone managed to do what he came to do. Whatever that was. "Why not use our lasers to cut through the ship?" One of the other pilots asked. "Do we know if that'll stop us?" Banish asked in reply. "No, but it's worth a shot." the pilot replied. "And if we happen to hit quarters where crewmembers are still alive...?" "Um...I see your point, sir." he answered, feeling like an idiot. "What about blow the launch bay doors, and take our chances outside?" a wizzo asked. "Small problem with that. The defense system is still active. If we're interpreted as hostile..." Big reminded him. "But if it doesn't..." Banish said "That sounds like a plan to me. We go in 15 minutes. Check your craft, check it again, and check it again. We've got to make it count this time, guys. No screwups." "Two." "Three." "Four." Banish got a grim look on his face as he said "All right then, Scorpions. We rock and roll in 15 minutes." He hoped that 30 minutes from now, he'd still be alive. Launch T - 41 minutes [/RP] ------------------- Robert 'Banish' Anderson Scorpion One GCV Chikuma [This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 12-03-1999).]
  20. [RP] Countdown T - 4 hours 52 minutes Banish sat in the cockpit, and continued waiting, as he had been for hours now. Over the years he had learned patience, but this was straining that patience to the limit. He decided that since they hadn't heard from the XO, that he would take matters into his own hands. "Big, I'm sick of waiting. What about you?" "Damn sick of it, boss. Let's get this show on the road, and do something." the wizzo replied. "All right." Banish opened the IC commlink. "Scorpion Flight, listen up. We've run out of time waiting around. From the looks of things, the rest of the crew is either locked down, or dead. There's been no contact from the XO for hours, so I'm assuming her group is dead too. Looks to me as if the 7 of us are all that's left to take care of the bad guys. We need some options, so start talking to me." Silently, he prayed that they came up with a good idea. If they didn't, he had a plan that would stop the ship, but would also kill them all. He didn't want to resort to the desperate measure, though. The overload of all the interceptors reactor cores would blow the Chikuma apart from the inside out. But it would also kill everyone aboard, and no one would ever find out the real story. Hell, even Banish himself didn't know that. Banish waited quietly, to see if the other bright souls could come up with a better idea to stop the Chikuma, without killing them all. [/RP] Drastic times call for drastic measures. Unless another one of these numbskulls can come up with better idea. Blades? ---------------- Robert 'Banish' Anderson Scorpion One GCV Chikuma
  21. Gotta go with the 1st one. Badgerius is right in saying that the 1st looks far more immersive. It makes you feel more like you're really there, while the 2nd one is more detached looking. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  22. [RP] One Moment Please glared off of the computer screen until it was suddenly replaced by someone sitting down at a video pickup. As the person sat down, Somerset recognized it as his wife. My wife... he thought. It was hard for him to believe that he was a married man. Ever since his first failed marriage, Somerset had been married to the Navy, to the Swiftsure. Now, he had a real wife, of flesh and blood. Someone who he found slightly more enticing than he did his ship. He wanted to be a good husband, and not make the mistakes that had ruined his marriage with Alyssa. "Hello, my dear." he said to Jessica. "Hi, my darling." she replied with a smile. "How is everything?" "As well as can be expected, I suppose. We finally put in at Orion for repairs." he told her. Jessica's face lit up, and she asked, "Do you think you'll be able to get leave?" Somerset frowned. This was the part he wasn't going to like. "I'm afraid not, dear. The Procyon problem is heating up, and they're sending in the Fleet to deal with it. You know I wish I could come home and see you, but I can't. Why does it seem these things always happen at the wrong time?" he asked, more to himself, than to her. She didn't look happy, but there was at least understanding in her eyes. "I don't know. Just promise that you'll be careful, darling." He nodded, saying, "I promise, dear. I won't even muss a hair on my head. I'll talk to you soon. I love you, my dear." She smiled, and said "I love you too. Take care, Ben." "I will, Jessica. Somerset out." he said, and the image of his wife was replaced by the emblem of the GCN. He stood, and donned his uniform jacket, as he headed for the bridge. "Commander on the Bridge!" a Marine announced as Somerset approaced Soran. As Soran rose, Somerset asked "You needed to see me?" "Yes, Commander." his first officer replied. "We are still 18 hands short, and are about to head into a hostile situation. I am concerned about departing undermanned." "That shall be dealt with promptly. Contact Orion's personnel Department, and tell it's commanding officer that it's time he repaid his debt to Somerset. He'll understand, and we'll get our staff." Somerset said. Soran looked puzzled, but only said, "Understood." ----- "The last of the replacements are aboard, sir." Soran informed him. It had taken less than an hour to fully man the ship, which had been 18 hands short. Quick work, even for a starstation. "Departure stations." Somerset ordered as he keyed the comm to Engineering. "O'Malley here, sir." "How is the Engine Room?" Somerset asked. "Still in shambles, like tha' rest o' the ship, if ye couldna tell you'self." Somerset could tell. Loose wires, broken panels, and the rattling vent that annoyed him were only a few signs that the Swiftsure was not quite combat ready. "Will we be combat ready by the time we get to Procyon?" "We should be, sair. Why else do ye think I train me crews so hard?" "Point taken. Keep us together for awhile longer, Shawn. Somerset out." "All stations report ready for departure, sir." Ishikawa reported from the Nav station. "Melanie, get me the dockmaster." Somerset ordered. "Control reading, Commander." the communications officer replied. "Control, this is Swiftsure, requesting permission to depart." "Acknowledged, Swiftsure.Permission to depart granted. Proceed course 234, mark 128 to rendevous with Fleet. Good luck, and good hunting. Orionout." "Lt. McAllister, course 234, mark 128. Full impulse." McAllister began inputting commands as she said, "Aye-aye, sir. Full impulse." The Swiftsure surged forward, as she headed to join up with the rest of the fleet. Once she was in position, Winforth at communications reported, "Message from the Flagship, sir. We are to proceed to GHQ for resupply and rearming, in cruise formation." "Acknowledge the message. Mr. Ishikawa, plot a course for GHQ, standard cruise velocity. Ms. McAllister, move us into standard cruise formation." The view on the main screen changed as the Swiftsure moved into position. "Course plotted and laid in, sir." Ishikawa reported. "We're in position, Commander. Flagship is sending the count to Jump. Jump in 4, 3, 2, 1...mark." she said, and engaged the hyperdrive. The Fleet quickly traversed the light barrier, and was moving at what decades earlier would be considered an unimaginable speed. Now, it was normal. The complexities of the universe only seemed to grow, and grow. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  23. IC 1 pilot Banish is still alive, has a full missile loadout, and is ready to kick ass. Let's get this show back on the road. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  24. [RP] At the conclusion of the briefing all of the Commander's stood, and were dismissed. As they left MISCON, Somerset was surprised at the scale of the operation. Instead of merely having one Fleet deal with the situation, all of them were going to be involved. That young Commander was right, it was going to be one big mission. Somerset walked over to the nearest turbolift, and said "Transporter Room." The lift swiftly began moving, taking him to his destination. As he stepped out of the turbolift, he noticed the crowded corridors starting to thin out. Everyone seemed to know that something was going on, and were getting ready for it. He entered the transporter room, and told the technician on duty, "One to beam to the Swiftsure." "Aye-aye, sir." The technician said, as he began manipulating the controls. "Ready to transport, Commander." "Energize." Somerset ordered, as he felt a slight tingling sensation envelop his entire body, and his vision disappear. The next thing he knew, his vision was returning, and the tingling sensation disappeared. He was back aboard the Swiftsure. Williamson, his transporter Chief nodded, saying "Welcome aboard, Commander. Mr. Soran asked you to join him on the bridge as soon as you came aboard." "Very well. Tell him I shall join him presently." Somerset said. What does he want now? Somerset wondered. He exited the transporter room, and headed for his quarters. When he arrived, he removed his uniform jacket, and went to the computer terminal. "Computer, give me a link to GalCom HQ, Communications Research and Development Division. Commander Jessica Somerset." One Moment Please the computer flashed at him. I'm going to hate telling her about this... Somerset thought to himself. [/RP] I was going to finish up, but I don't have time at the moment. Thought I'd get up what I do have, though. ------------------ Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset GCV Swiftsure Prime Fleet Commander, SIN Wing =TDY Wraith Fleet= "I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones
  25. SC, in the mission, will our ships already be adequately provisioned (i.e. Radine, Plutonium, Iridium, combat kits, medicine, etc.), or will there be some trading required before the mission takes place?
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