Blades

Ok Akuma, what is going on here? In no way, shape or form would the Tenchi be anywhere near the Vulture. Remember, this is a covert operation. That means that nobody outside of those already involved (And by that, I mean NPC's specifically - Kirin for one) would know of the Vultures whereabouts, who it had on board or their current precarious situation. If you're confused by this, I suggest you read back to part one and familiarise yourself with whats going on. Edit or delete the post. If anybody has posted or is planning to post anything which relates the the Tenchi's sudden appearence, edit or delete. The only ships in the vicinity are the cloaked McKendrick and the in distress Vulture. The Graf Spee and Leo are lagging behind somwhere. There are NO other ships around to complicate things further.

... and happy birthday from me. Big happy birthday in fact. HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Now, about that picture, young lady. I shall not have you parading around like some Hentai love goddess or somthing. Now, get on your feet n give me 50 jumpin jacks - this instant! ... thats right ... good girl ... *mwah*

Shin, carry on with the thread. Baloogan : Ah, what?

... no, not me. Duh. Like Im going anywhere. Alex Hawk, the communities favorite Russian Commander is having to leave us from this evening. Troubles with his I.S.P means he wont have access to the net for the foreseeable future - maybe permamently. If you havent already read his thread at the Orion Website's Forum, I suggest you get over there now. He's been a valuable member of the team, and a good friend to boot. He is the perfect example of a player caring both about the game, his place within it and his responsibilities to the fleet. He will be missed.

18:12 hrs, 19th May, 3008 Modified LRT-15 Transport S.S Vulture Bridge Alone on the bridge, Savage almost wet himself for the second time that day when a horrific tearing sound came from the service ducts a few feet above his head. Looking up instinctively from his console and peering upwards, he watched with deranged fascination as the metal above began to blister. Just need thirty more seconds ... His eyes went back down the the console, and his hands worked feverishly over it. He stayed on the bridge not to shunt power from the auxillery systems to reinforce the SIF, but to purge the ships datacore of any information that could jepordise the future of the mission and his men. Secrecy was everything, even if it cost him, his ship, his men ... everything and everyone associated with this mission their lives. It was too important to leave to a salage team to discover. Too damaging for anyone to ever know. However this panned out - there could be no written record. Ever. "Bridge! This is Somerset in engineering. Is anybody there?" Savage was momentarily distracted. "Ben? What are you doing in engineering? Get the hell out of there, NOW!" Static. "... of you, boss ... bought perhaps another two minutes ... eck 1 is buck ....... -gest you get out now ..." Although the message was garballed, Savage understood what was neccesary. His own visual inspection of the bridge told him that he was about to become one with the great outdoors, although hearing it from Ben Somerset in engineering made it all that more real. "Understood." replied the Fleet Commander, finishing the purge on the datacore and arming the previously placed charges around the computer room. Whether we survice or not, this ship and all it's secrets are gonna be dust in less than six minutes. Savage pushed himself painfully away from the navigation terminal and bolted towards the turbolift. He stopped the instant he realised the automatic doors had stopped functioning again and collided with them painfully. As his rump hit the buckling metal floor, he realised that getting off the bridge wasnt going to be easy, and considering he had roughly thirty seconds left to do so, it looked like it was end game time for Fleet Commander Savage. "Bummer ..."

We wont be waiting that long for resolution in the med bay. We cant wait that long. He'll have to play catch up when he gets here. More shortly.

Urghh, you're giving me a headache. Leave me alone until after easter.

Akuma, change your SMTP settings to your usual ISP's mail settings. That should allow you to send mail ok. As for the postition he was refering to, it's a sort of public relations role. You know, fleet promotions n stuff. If you accept it, you'll be workin with Lockjaw (Recruitment Officer) as well as several of the chief staff officers on various projects. Basically, we wanna put your artistic talents to good use. Let me know, preferably with workin Orion mail shortly.

Ah, you want my opinion? Tough, Im a Fleet Commander. Ditch the rating system. All us community members are worth a 5 star rating. Even aramike.

Well, it seems as if those bunnies aint taking their chances after all. Maybe I should have told 'em it was a barn dance or somthing. Maybe I should have mentioned there would be a keg or two, plus a variety of barn yard animals there to entertain them. No matter. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Into The Fire Act Four - Deliverence Right, we're moving into the penul-, peniultim-, bit before the last act of the scenario. Im accelerating things a wee bit to ensure that Akira doesnt stress too much about being tortured. Matter of point - the last act only lasted a couple of hours in scenario time, so he's got a little while before those Earthcom freaks start using tweezers on his gnads. And no, this act's title has no bearing on his current prediciment ... unless he wants to write that part in himself . Here are some assumptions about this next act before we progress any further. All but a total of six mercs are dead or incapacitated. That means there are weapons strewn all over the place just waiting to be picked up by anyone with hands. So far, nobody from either camp has had any reason to start putting holes in eachother and It would be good if we kept it that way. The crew that boarded the Vulture from the Leo have been shanghied into the mission, whether they like it or not. Commander Caine is currently recovering from a bad headache, and the Graf Spee is hovering over the Leo. External systems on the Vulture are all but fried. Short range scanners are operating, but havent detected Gallions shipmates thus far. Again, it would be better if it remained that way. As for communications with the Leo, they ceased the moment the Graf Spee got involved. Heres one final assumption. Savage has been unconscious in sickbay for the last five hours. During that time, the Vulture got it's engines fixed up and has proceded on to it's rendevous with the McKendrick. Game on. [RP] 17:38 hrs, 19th May, 3008 Modified LRT-15 Transport S.S Vulture Infirmary His eyes opened and immediately tried to focus on the first thing that came to view. Rather unfortunately for Fleet Commander Savage, it was the grinning maw of former Corsair Wing Commander Gallion. "Well, look who decided to wake up." said Gallion, drawing away. Savage heard the words, but couldnt muster the effort to reply in any way to them. He would have, but he hurt. He hurt all over in fact. From the hairs on his head down to the nails on his toes, everything ached. Even worse, he was thirsty. Damned thirsty, and he had this itch below his naval he couldnt scratch. That, of course, was due to the sedatives pumping through his system. He could see intravenous drip tubes lanced into his arm and could feel another at the base of his spine. What the hell are they doing to me? he wondered. And what the hell is going on? He could feel vibrations from beneath the bed he was sprawled out on, a sure fire indicator that this pile of junk the mercs called a ship was in motion - and pretty fast motion. A good sign, he councluded. The ship was in motion again. "Wha-" he started, the words barley making a sound. Gallion pulled down to him again, getting close enough to hear better. "Whats our status?" asked the fleet commander. Gallion pulled away again and folded his arms. "We're on the last leg of this pleasure cruise of yours. The ships shot to hell, but we got the jump engines back online eventually." Savage attempted a nod, but it caused more pain. The pain, however, became less important the moment he noticed an unfamiliar face approaching with a merc. "Who the hell is that?" croaked Savage. Gallion turned and looked. "Oh, that. That's commander Caine of the UCV-Leo. He came to our assistance and generously supplied us with the materials and manpower we needed to get this ship moving again." Savage heard the man, Caine, splutter and mutter somthing under his breath. Although he couldnt make it out, it didnt sound as if he was in complete agreement with Gallions version of the story. "Just like that?" asked Savage. Gallion nodded. "More or less. But thats not really important right now. What is is that we got ourselves some more manpower, which is somthing we lost a lot of when our friends from next door stopped by for a ruck." Savage groaned. "What part of no civillians didnt you understand?" "Wasnt as if we had much of a choice. They boarded before we knew they were their. Think of it as containment." Savage didnt like the sound of this. He didnt like the sound of it one damned bit. It was one thing to get military personnel involved in a mission of this nature, but to draft in civillians - whether it was neccesary or not - was a bad idea. Not only did he have to worry about keeping a lid on this thing once (if) we mission was conpleted, but to expect a civillian to keep quiet. Well, that wasnt a likely event. "How much does he know?" Gallion took a moment to answer. "Enough." Dammit. Dammit! That tore it. Even if they somehow managed to pull this off, they were screwed. The only way out was to silence him - and that wasnt somthing he was going to do, nor allow anyone else to do. However, there might be another possability ... 18:02 hrs, 19th May, 3008 Modified LRT-15 Transport S.S Vulture Bridge Despite the objections of acting CMO David Foss, Savage unplugged himself from the medical bed and made his way painfully up to the bridge. He stoped briefly to throw a robe around himself and slide on his boots he found in a cabinet on the far side of the infirmary. He would have put his uniform on, but it was in a mess, what with burn marks from weapons fire, shrapnel tears and more blood spears than he wouldnt to think about. Oddly, Gallion assisted him on his journey back upto the bridge, and even helped force the turbolift door open when he got there. When he stepped onto the bridge, he was surprised to find it in much better condition that he recalled. Most of the damaged terminals were at least partially working, and all the bodies and various messy goop had been cleared away. Akuma was sitting at the Nav terminal and Reynolds was apparantly taking tempoary command. He turned in the command chair and stood to greet his commander the moment he noticed him. "Good to see you up on your feet, sir." said Reynolds, stepping away from the command seat and offering it to Savage. Savage shook his head. "No no, im in no condition to be taking the bridge just now. Besides, it took me ten minutes to stand up and I'll be damned if im going to go through that again any time soon." Reynolds grinned. "Aye, sir." During the next few minutes as Savage painfully inspected the most critical systems on the bridge, both Gallion and Reynolds explained what had been going on during his time in the infirmary. By the time they had finished, Savage was aware that they were now only minutes away from the rendevous point and that so far, with the minor exception of the Gammulan attack and interception from the Leo, they were as yet, undetected by any potential hostiles. So far, so good. All they had to do now, was wait. 18:09 hrs, 19th May, 3008 GCV-McKendrick Bridge Commander Neena Polovoski bolted from her chair and leapt up close to the viewscreen the moment the Vulture was picked up on sensors. The look on her face was one of utter horror. "Oh my god. What the hell happened to them?" Ailsa swiveled in her navigators chair and faced her commanding officer. "Looks like they've been in one helluva fight, sir. Im reading Gammulan weapons signatures on the hull. Mostly PTA fire by the looks of it." "Damn." exclaimed Neena. "It's a miricle they made it at all." "It will be a bigger miricle if they make it any further. Their structual integrity is well below the red line. They're either running from somthing we cant see or are totally unaware of how serious the damage is." "Or they're crazy." offered Neena as an alternative. "Uh, or if they're crazy, sir." Neena sighed. Knowing Karl the way she did, crazy seemed to be the most likely. Still ... "How long until we're within transporter range?" Ailsa checked. "Another six minutes. We'll need to get right on top of them if we want to beam them aboard without lowering our cloak." Neena nodded and turned away from the viewscreen. "Get us there, and fast. Once we're within range, hail them and let them know we're pulling them out fast." 18:10 hrs, 19th May, 3008 Modified LRT-15 Transport S.S Vulture Bridge The warning klaxons didnt come as a complete surprise to Savage, but it still disturbed him none the less. He quickly barked out an order and was gratified when a response came to him almost immediately. The response, however, was not what he wanted to hear. "How long?" he said, gripping the back of the command chair. "Four, maybe five minutes until we lose integrity. We're going to start losing the upper decks first. Hull plating is buckling on deck one. Breaches opening up on deck two, fore section. Emergency forcefields are in place but weakening. Deck three is going to lose integrity in under three minutes. " "It never rains, but it pours." Savage rounded on Gallion. "If you have anything constructive to bring to this, please do so. Otherwise, get your ass down to deck three and start moving people out of the med bay to deck two." Gallion straightened and gritted his teeth. "And take them where exactly? We lose integrity on decks one and three, deck two will be in vaccume seconds later." "I'll take those seconds. We need to buy as much time for Neena to pick us up as possible." "Then I suggest we cut the engines and coast on course ... the reduced stress may give your precious Neena a little more time to pull us out. Thats IF she's there at all." Savage frowned at Gallion. "She'll be there. She always is. Now more it!" Gallion snapped off a sarcastic salute. "Yes sir!" And then was on his way. "Reynolds, get on the PA and get everyone to the aft section of deck two. Get the engineers reinforcing those forcefields on the fore section. Helm, cut main power to the drive and let us coast." Reynolds nodded and began carrying out his instructions. Savage painfully stepped upto the navigators console and took Akuma by the hand. "It's time to go. Gather the others and clear the bridge." Akuma stood from her console and looked at him. "What about you?" Savage frowned. "I've gotta take care of somthing here first. Go on ahead, I'll be down there shortly." Reluctantly, Akuma gave way and began gathering the other bridge crew together. Less than thirty seconds later, the bridge was empty, all except for Fleet Commander Savage. He sat at Akumas vacated console and began tapping into it. He had things to take care of. [/RP] So then, the ship is breaking apart. People are heading to the aft section of deck two, which is the safest. Theres a whole bunch of people in the infirmary that are going to need moving to saftey, not to mention a few hull breaches that are going to need sorting real soon. That is unless you enjoy seeing your lungs on the outside of your body. Happy hunting. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Ok. We move on from my next post. I'll tidy up a few points and get this thing where it should be. I've been rather tied up of late, so you'll have to excuse me there. Main plot will get back into focus - side lines will have to wait for another time to be resolved. If you have any final posts relating to this current section, make them now and tie up all the loose ends you can. 24 hours from now part four begins .... and it will move us nice n quick into part five, which will be the explosive finale. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

She is weird. You should read some of the stuff she posts on the Orion Fleet Website Comms Forum. Very disturbed. But yes, we love her. Mostly. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Hmm, I dunno. He's been away a LOT lately. Think Im gonna have to find someone else to command the DetBG. .... yeah, Im kidding. Akuma, did you get your email sorted yet? No? Why not? Get it done. Now. Not later. NOW. That will be all. Thank you. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Happy birthday boss. Heres to many more. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Ok, picture this ... Small fleet of ST ships (Federation, Klingon or Rommulan) appears in the SW universe. See's evil Empire (Grrr, badguys) and decides the only way to bring law and order to this chaotic universe is to lay the smack down. (Mirror, Mirroresqe) ST ships armed with Genesis Torpedoes ... hmm, nice. Zip up to a few SW shipyards and deploys a few torps. Genesis torps will devestate the planets the shipyards orbit and anything within a good distance of the detonation. (Mutara nebula? What Mutara nebula?) So then, SW gets it's ass handed to it by the good guys from Star Fleet Command. Hurruh! But wait ... the might of the Imperial Navy stages a counter strike! Boo-hiss I hear from the audience. Hundreds n zillions of capitol ships, fighters, friggates n what not ... ... but wait ... a few strategically deployed Genesis Torps and KAAAABOOOOM, no more Imperial Fleet. And dont be startin that force crap with me. We got the Vulcan neck pinch. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

If ya wanna jump in, feel free. Although I'd wait until I make the first post in the next thread. That post will set the scene for the next part, and give you everyting you need to jump right in. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Two words. Genesis Device I thank you. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

The trick is is thias :- You gotta write the character (Any character, be they a member of an existing fleet or an outsider) in an interesting and charismatic way. It's no good if you're just part of the moment - you have to be a part of the story. Theres lots of room for 'outsiders' in the current RP thread - make yourself known! ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Dont worry, you wont be on the Orion hit list unless you do somthing bad. Like aiding a commander hostile to the Orion Fleet. Yup, thats likely to get you noticed. Be aware, Orion notices everything that goes on. Still, providing you dont act against the Orion fleet, or GalCom in general, there may be a contract or two in it for you. Send a mail to [email protected] if you're interested. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

ST beats SW hands down. Dont mess with me on this.

Application approved. Welcome to the war. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

Um .... all the Gamms should be dead by now. I'll post again this evening and give you somthing else to chase after.

Well, if you're a team player and already have leanings towards the Orion Fleet, I think you've already made up your mind. What you probably need is an encouraging push in the right direction. You'll find it at www.orionfleet.com - be sure to check out the comms forum. Things in Orion are a little different from other fleets. For starters, everyone pulls their weight. You do your bit, you will prosper. You dont, and your history. Simple as. Doing your bit could mean many things. To start with you will spend some time in the ACADEMY where you will learn what it is to be an Orion Fleet Officer. Please ignore Aramikes soon to be posted comments on this. Once you've graduated from the ACADEMY, you will recieve your posting to the Battle Group OR support force you are leaning towards. Before that time, Commandant Badger and the intended Battle Group Commander will instruct you in many things that you will need to survive and prosper both as a BCM player and an ELITE Officer in the fleet. The Orion Fleet isnt just about being able to kill the bad guys and win the girl, it's about discipline, respect, honor and duty. We take these things very seriously, and have invested a lot of time, effort and money into recruiting and training the most promising candidates in the community. Step up and be counted if you think you've got what it takes to be one of the best. Step back and think again if you dont. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'

... is an open forum at the Orion Web Site where commanders from castes that consider GalCom their enemy may freely and without fear of biased moderation, conduct a propaganda battle of wits against GalComs big guns. Moderated by the Orion Fleets most wanted criminal, Insurgent Fleet Commander Aramike, you're welcome to talk a good fight ... even if you cant wage one. ------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Karl Savage GCV - Tsunami, Orion Starstation (CENTRIS) Fleet Leader, ORION FLEET www.orionfleet.com 'Here cometh the storm!'