Blades

Homophobic remarks like that are not going to win you any friends, or offers of fleet membership here. Well, not in my fleet anyway.

It's not the volume of posts, Epsilon 5, it's the quality of them that count.

He will. In the meantime, get your butt over to www.orionfleet.com and register on the forum. Make yourself known, and the nice folks here at headquaters will give you a firm handshake and soap for the shower. *Ahem*

Hire a Gam merc? What are you, dim?

Theres a new fleet logo currently in development. The new logo is being formatted in line with other caste/race logo's that are currently available. It's not the same as the previous image, but retains the general feel. As for BG logos, well, they were under development, but it's been a while since Ive seen any new material. Nows probably a good time to get back with the program.

Ok, my turn .. Disorder Rating Paranoid: Moderate Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: Moderate Antisocial: Low Borderline: Low Histrionic: Moderate Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: Low Dependent: Moderate Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate Hmm, more moderates than lows. Sledgehammer time ..

[RP] Ok, guess I’ll take the lead since we’re on ground now. Operation Golgotha T + 0 minutes 14 seconds Earth, Mission Zone 13 Within the hills overlooking the beam in point. It took a few seconds for the transporter beam to fully dissipate from view, and when the first few figures that appeared from within immediately took to the ground, Gunny Sgt. Diamond, formerly of the GCV-Chikuma knew that his crew had finally arrived. For a few moments, he remained hidden in the loose brush, watching the mercs, Insurgents and fellow GalCom officers scatter from the beam in point and take relative cover amongst the debris strewn area, then moved further up to observe them closer. Not too shabby. Better than what I expected, thought the old soldier. Still, lots of time left for screwups. Through his nightvision rangefinder, he picked out a few better known personalities and began to make a quick assessment of their potential. One of the mercs, Nova as he recalled from the dossiers Neena had forwarded him seemed to know what he was doing. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but he had the raw potential that few are born with. He seemed keenly aware of his surroundings, knew how to best make use of the available terrain. Think I just found my point man. He searched again, spotted Savage leaning with his back against a boulder. He had a datapad in his hand, and was tapping into it while looking around at his people. Ah, the good fleet commander. Been a while, sir. It had been a while. Nearly three years in fact. Diamond had briefly served on the Orion Station as a security consultant after he retired from active duty. He spent nearly a year there, getting both the security and marine compliment of the station up to scratch before heading off again with his commission and settling down on earth. He’d grown weary of the life of a warrior, and wanted to put down some roots before he got too old for it. He’d met a nice young woman, married and had a son since that time. He hadn’t been to any of the Chikuma crew reunions, nor replied to any but Neen Polovoskis mail. He just wanted things to be quiet, happy and safe. When Savage contacted him, he knew it must have been important. By the time the fleet commander had explained his story, backed up by Rattler no less, he knew his brief stint as a quiet nobody was about to end. Refusal wasn’t an option – Savage had made that very clear. It was, to coin a phrase, do or die time. So he had accepted, although reluctantly. He had started to grow fond of his new life, and it would be difficult to leave it, even temporarily to go back to doing what he did best. Kill. Diamond continued to observe, and catalogued a few potential disaster candidates. One of the mercs, although on the surface looking capable, seemed constantly distracted. A definite hazard. He then picked out team members from further back – recognized David Foss, the Insurgent Antilles and even – Diamond blinked and rechecked the viewfinder. Is that really Chavik? This was unexpected. He hadn’t known about his involvement. It must have been a very recent development for him not to have been informed. I wonder what surprises you have for us this day, Mr Chavik … Despite the unexpected addition of this particular Insurgent, Diamond was still less than happy with what he saw. Sure, some were capable, in fact, overall it was a better turn out than he had expected, but his expectations had been low from the beginning, so even this nice little surprise didn’t lift his spirit, or raise his guesstimate as to their chances for success. 50/50 at best …. Dear god … it’s going to be messy. Operation Golgotha T + 2 minutes 45seconds Earth, Mission Zone 13 Beam in point. Savage was busy with his datapad when Chavik pulled up to his side. “We’re being watched. From the hills.” Said the Insurgent. Savage didn’t even blink. “I know. It’s our contact.” Chavik looked over his shoulder and quickly gestured for his team members to hit the dirt. “You sure about that?” Savage nodded. “If it was anyone else out there, I think we’d be in deep shit by now.” “We’re already in deep shit, commander. We’ve been in deep shit since day one.” Savage looked up from his datapad and regarded Chavik. “You sound nervous, Mr Chavik. You feeling alright?” The Insurgent had to admit, he wasn’t feeling as well as he ought to. It wasn’t the first time he had been in a combat situation, and he had never quite felt this way before. He looked at his hands, noticed them shaking. “It’s probably due to the anti-tox you had … it will pass.” Chavik frowned at him. “I’ve had anti-tox before. I’ve never reacted like this in my life.” “Go see Foss. He’ll sort out those jitters of yours.” “And what about our friend in the hills?” Savage turned away from the Insurgent and resumed what he was doing. “He’ll be down soon enough. I think he’s picking out volunteers or something. Maybe making sure theres nobody else around to trouble us. In the mean time, get Foss to look at you then get your people prepped. We got a lot of ground to cover before hitting the barracks, and we got less than two hours to get there.” Chavik nodded and took off low. Savage sighed. He’s developing symptoms too quickly. Way too damned early. I just hope to hell everybody else is faring better than him. Savage looked down at the spot where Foss had given him his ‘anti-tox’ injection, just minutes before, and prayed to god that they could all get back to the ship in time. [/RP] [ 08-26-2001: Message edited by: Charles Lindsey ]

Yeah, I apologise for Emmett. He's getting married in three days, and he's finally lost the plot. Still, an interview with the Mikester turned out rather good. He was a little shy at first (Aww bless) but we eventually got him talking. He was a little tight lipped about some subjects, (If you listened, you know exactly what im talking about) but soon enough, we couldnt shut him up. He'll be back ... and so shall we ... minus Emmet.

Sorted.

Gave in? Ha! Forgive Mike, thats just vanity talking. He's eager to allow the unwashed masses a chance to hear his hick voice. Well, I finally gave in and decided to set up the speaker phone to allow him to grunt away at us for a little while. If you wanna hear the B2:Radio crew rip him a new proverbial, feel free to attend, 9pm - midnight (GMT). Oh yeah, it's an adult orientated show, so if you're of an impressionable age, best not listen. Yeah, I know ... thats just gonna encourage 'em more .... heh.

Heh, your screen gonna be full of targets, Eclipse. Better practice backing your ass away at high speed.

We already would have been if I hadnt sacked the inactive bunch a couple of months ago. Heh. In your eye Insurgency!

Figured that was you sneakin in under there. Consider yourself approved, Cadet. Report ASAP to Commandant Badger of the Orion Fleet Academy ([email protected])for further introductions and assignment details. When (If) you graduate, you will be assigned to a Battle Group that would benefit most from your talents. Once again, welcome to the war. Dismissed.

... I'll see you in NY Tac. Come near my street corner, and I'll bust a cap in your punk ass.

Ah, closest translation I can think of. Good vibes.

Ah yes, it's good to see other commanders following the Orion Fleets lead and registering fleet domain names. Now all we need is ISS and Wraith to loosen their purse strings and the GalCom set is complete. Bravo!

[RP] Transporter Room GCV-McKendrick Operation Golgotha T-8 minutes Savage stepped into the rapidly filling transporter room and looked around at the gathered commanders, mercs and Insurgent personnel. Several of them had kitted themselves out in standard and non standard combat garb. A few had retained the weapons they had confiscated from the abortive Gammulan assault on the Vulture, and others had raided the ships armoury for weapons. Some even had body armour in place, especially the surviving mercs and a couple of the more paranoid Insurgents. Not that I blame them, thought Savage but perhaps a little premature. Savage himself had changed from his usual GalCom colours into something a little less conspicuous. Although he had always been more comfortable in civilian garb, it did take something away from his authority. He wasn’t as intimidating dressed up as Joe Average, not that many of the people gathered here today would think him any more intimidating if he was in full uniform. The rank of Fleet Commander never rested well with those that served under him, mostly due to the circumstances of his initial promotion and the fact that many privately regarded him as a bumbling buffoon. Still, regardless of what popular opinion about him was, those that he had worked with these many years new better than that. He may not have been the great military leader that people expected, but as far as running the Orion Fleet was concerned, he knew his shit. Four years ago, after the infamous Chikuma incident, command needed a bureaucrat to put the fleet back in order. A warrior wasn’t going to be able to juggle finances, tighten the budget, micromanage personnel etc etc half as efficiently as what a desk jockey could. They needed someone the public could have faith in. Someone that could get the job done and then quietly fade away from the public view. Once that had been done, it would be time to replace him with a real commander. Savage always knew this was to be the way, but as fate would have it, things were never as quiet as what command had wanted. Somehow, command forgot to replace him once the fleet was functional again. Either that, or there was a shortage of competent personnel to take his place. Regardless, four years later he was still the Fleet Commander … and it was only recently that he realised that he actually liked the job. Even more surprisingly, he was getting quite good at it. “All present and accounted for, sir.” Said a voice to his side. Savage blinked away his train of thought and look at the commander who had addressed him. “Everyone?” Greg Miller nodded back at him. “Well, everyone bar a couple. I just got word from Foss in the infirmary, he’s had his shots and processed the last of them. We’ll be ready to drop in five.” “Good.” Said Savage, then chuckled at the irony of that word. “You have your instructions Greg. Whatever happens, make sure you keep to the program.” “I’ll do that sir.” “And remember this … you may be in command now, but it’s still Neenas ship. Work with her, not against her. You are two of the best there are, and I don’t need a conflict at this stage of the day.” Greg nodded and clasped a hand on his friends arm. “I still wish you’d let me come with you. Reynolds too.” Savage sighed. “No you don’t Greg. You don’t want to be down there any more than I do. And Reynolds, well, Im greatful for his loyalty, but he’d only slow us down. He knows that, I know it.” Savage shook his head. “He’s needed on the bridge anyway. Back with his old crew, doing what he does best.” “Yeah, I haven’t seen him so cheerful around other people, well, ever.” “Yeah, it’s kinda worrying seeing him enjoy himself considering what we’re about to do.” Greg smirked. “This is home to him Karl. This is where he wanted to be. If it hadn’t been for the injury, he’d be here.” “And I would have been without the best chief of station comms in the whole of GalCom. Still, no time to dwell on what ifs.” At that moment, the last two members of the team one entered the transporter room, with Foss bringing up the rear. Savage excused himself from Greg and hustled up to Foss. “All done?” asked Savage. “Check.” Said Foss, slinging a carryall over his shoulder. Savage looked at the bag. “That one of Chaviks presents in there?” Foss nodded. “He kitted me out a few minutes ago. Not exactly happy about wearing this thing, but when needs must …” “Needs must.” Said Savage. “Be careful down there Foss. Don’t get dead.” Foss smiled at his commander. “It would never happen sir. Someone has got to be around to keep you and Akuma in check.” “True enough.” Said Savage. “Good hunting.” Bridge GCV-McKendrick Operation Golgotha T-2 minutes The bridge of the GCV-McKendrick was subdued despite the presence of some of the galaxies most notable names and faces. Neena sat in her command chair, arms folded, looking into the big viewscreen wondering about the next 6 hours. Over at a side terminal, sitting quietly behind those mirrored glasses was Rattler, ever silent and watchful. Occupying the console behind him was Reynolds, carefully checking Earthcom comms frequencies, watching for any indication that the mission was in jeopardy of being discovered. “We’re approaching optimal beam out position.” Reported the young officer assigned to TacOps. “Time?” asked Neena. “We are at T- 1 minute, 18 seconds commander.” Reported Reynolds. The turbo lift entrance to the bridge swooshed open as Reynolds finished speaking, and a tired looking Akuma Minako stepped onto the bridge. Neena didn’t acknowledge her, just continued to stare forward at the viewscreen. “How long?” asked Akuma, approaching Neenas command chair from behind. Neena inwardly grimaced. Don’t blame her, she thought. It’s just the way things happen sometimes. “One minute to beam out. Reynolds, patch me through the transporter room.” Reynolds nodded and quickly opened up a comms frequency. “Link established.” Neena cleared her throat, then spoke. “Transporter room, this is the bridge. Standby for beam out.” It was Savage who replied to her. “Thanks bridge. We’re all ready and happy to play here. Coordinates look good, and everyone is in position. Any last requests?” Just one, thought Neena. Come back Karl … “Pick me up a souveneer if you get the chance, and make sure you don’t trip up over yourselves, it’s dark down there.” “Roger bridge. Thanks for the warning. Savage out.” The commlink went dead, and Neena closed her eyes and sunk back into her chair. “It’s gametime people. Lets try not to mess this one up.” “Aye sir!” came a resounding cry from her bridge crew. “Entering optimal beam down position.” Said the TacOps officer. “Transporter systems reading go. We can transport at your discretion, sir.” Akuma stepped up directly behind Neena, and rested a palm on the top of her chair. Both of them looked out at the viewscreen, down at the Earth and wondered if they would ever see their friends, their loved ones return safely again. “Have courage,” Said Rattler from the corner. “and they will prevail.” I really hope you’re right. thought Neena. I really do …. “Energize.” Operation Golgotha T + 0 [/RP] I’ll probably post again in a few hours. If you want to jump the gun, go ahead. Know this, where everyone appears is dark, hilly and desolate. Nobody around but us chickens. We’re still 2 hours away from hitting the facility, but we got a fair bit of ground to cover, including meeting up with the surface operatives and getting kitted out. Don’t stray from the beam down location until after I have posted. Now we go.

Been a long couple of weeks, so forgive me for not posting. Major update later in the day. Keep your eyes open gang, we're about to get messy.

Hate to break it to you Mike, but we allready got our saviours. Twenty Nine of them, in fact. Heh, bonehead.

Thats not true Mike. I check several times a day with the odd exception. The last week being one of them. So ner.

Greetings Borg12. First off, I cant say I've noticed your application to Orion in the Fleet Database, so Im assuming you have either registered in another fleet, or a kindly Administrator (That'll probably be Aramike) has already cleared up that mess. Either way, a few things to consider. Make sure you read all the relevant fleet info before confirming your choice. Once you go with a GalCom or Insurgent fleet, it's difficult to transfer out. Be sure that the fleet you wish to join offers you the things you want out of BCM when it gets here. Dont join Orion if you prefer skulking around under cloak deep in Gam territory. Do join Orion if you want to work with the games best prepared, most active and most lethal ass kicking commanders there are. As for the RP side of things, Orion is a heavy duty RP fleet. Check out the RP forum here, and over at the Orion website for an idea. Any more questions regarding Orion, and what Orion would require of you, send mail to [email protected] and he'll sort you out. Welcome to the war.

Nice one Mr. Wolfe. Out of curiosity, was there a long pause before she answered you? I imagine my most paranoid moment in life would be that second-cum-eternity where the dear lady dithers, and the possability of humilating rejection jumps into your brain at warp nine. Probably explains why I have yet to pop the question myself. Ah well, onwards!

Ha!

Always in my shadow, aint ya Aramike? As WE said, you should apply for a fleet that suits your in game requirements, and not just who has the best leadership, commitment and officers. Coincidently, the latter three applies to the Orion Fleet as well. Didnt see that comming. Heh. [ 08-02-2001: Message edited by: Blades ]

Ooooow, I doubt very much he'll be doing that you vile, baby eating butcher you! Fear not my Indie bretheren, the plans Nova briefly touched upon will be explained to the misdirected masses soon enough. His time as a loner may be at an end, but his commitment to the lost souls of the universe is not. Expect an announcement soon.