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This has got to be the first time an RP newbie has started the next thread in this epic tale...

Anyway, this is a continuation of "The Turning of a Wraith"... Anyone wanna post a summary of the old thread here before we continue the RP?

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Way back in Akira's thread Approaching Apocalypse Commander Gallion was down in the heart of Gammulan space wreaking havoc. Unfortunately When Commander Tac tried ot recall him a virus had been slipped into the message along the way. It is rumored to have been slipped into the IFF codes for the shortlived TDV alliance.

After losing several ships in the first few chaotic minutes of the attack The Insurgents and the Terrans pushed back not one but two different frontal attacks by the Gammulans.

Commanders Rattler and Akira had discovered the development of a new synth-Iridium on Neptune. Akira was given free reign to stop this development as he saw fit before it could get into the hands of the Gammulans.

Akira took over the attack personally. He put everyone on board one vessel and sent them back to th eInsurgent base at Sygan. He then used the SVR (what I have been calling Super VR); a command chair enhancement whose origins are not entirley known but allows a single commander to take command of linked vessel in a strike group.

After Akira's attack succeeded he jumped into Pluto region and no Terran has the plans or any of the synth-Iridium. Akira's plan failed in another way though. Even though all of his strike group was destroyed his mind transcended the link and remained in the SVR consciousness. Without a direct conscious controling the craft the Nevermore wandered into nullspace.

Upon losing contact with akira, Locke was assigned to search for him. Chavik bucked orders and stayed behind to help. The search did not go well. Running low on cloaking fuel Chavik decided to use the SVR that existed in the command chairs of high ranking Insurgents.

Chavik used the shuttles and IC's of the Phoenix to form his own little net. He finally caught a faint feel of "something" at the edges of his consciousnes. Locke and Chavik decided Akira must be in nullspace. He almost went the way of Akira but he had other humans on board to pull him out of the command chair in time. Akira rested in the medibay and the two commanders escorted him home.

Meanwhile Commander Gallion was still trying to find whoever had sabotaged his computer systems. With comms down he could not hear Tac's recalls. He had rigged up a device to alter the IFF codes on his ship. This was aobut the only thing still working reliably. With it he was able to send code to Rattler.

Rattler invited him inside "The Den" for a meeting to discuss the situation.

While they were discussing things Akira had woken up. Though not entirely lucid he could function. Akira attacked Gallion and gave him a lasting scar from his choking attack. Rattler had not been any help so Gallion decided to leave.

Chavik had been inside the station and had been instructed earlier to take a new cruiser on a shakedown cruise. Nothing was intended to come of it but upon launch Chavik saw the Corsair Wing outside of The Den. He decided to follow.

Corsair made their way back to Wraith with Chavik following. They had started to notice the extra flash of the jumpgates though.

When they entered Rinaal the new crew got a good gawk at Wraith and a good smack from a transport. The transport exploded and the force of the explosion knocked the Mark2 away at speeds above those a probe could reach. The Mark2 had also taken considerable damage and decloaked.

Wraith was monitoring the region and as soon as the enemy vessel showed on their scanners they scrambeld several wings of fighters. If one vessel could come in cloaked so could thirty or more.

Gallion docked and had a discussion with Tac while the station was trying to defend itself.

The speeds the Mark2 had reached had carried very far away from any navigable obect and even while it bled off major amounts of speed the Mark2 was able to change course and find a hiding place.

They had also managed to regain cloak and had gotten an AI interface from Wraith Station. They have been performing mining operations to maintain adaquate cloak.

Chavik had fallen asleep with his VR visor on and in that semi-conscious dream state had actually taken control of the Mark2 for a bit and caused a small ruckus.

Summary OFF

That's where we are now. Sorry I went back so far but I think I tied everything together. Should be enough to put yourself in at any point and write yourself forward though. smile.gif

Commander Chavik

ICV Phoenix

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Ok - here goes...

{RP}

Sergeant James McDuff ambled into the GCV Starflight's medibay with a pained grin on his face.

"Hello, Doc." He said.

Doctor Katie Burch shook her head at him with a grin.

"Rec room again, Sarge?" she asked

"Yeah, busted up my dang ankle again."

"How many times have I told you to take it easy in there? Especially since your ankle hasn't had enough time to heal from the last time you were in here."

"Sometimes you gotta lose to win, Doc."

"Well you stay off that ankle until it heals or you'll be losing a lot more than winning -- Doctor's orders." she said as she fixed up the burly marine's swollen ankle.

"Sure thing, Doc." he said, grinning like he really didn't mean it.

Nearby, two medics were talking while going over some medical records.

"I am so excited about serving on this ship! I read all about it in the Academy history archives." said the first medic, a young girl who was fresh out of Galcom Academy.

The medic next to her was almost as young but looked like the arrogant type who knows too much for his own good, "Don't kid yourself. Everyone knows this ship isn't a weapon anymore. Why do you think Galcom pulled a decades old ship out of retirement and put a historical icon in command? We got orders to go romp around the Sol system acting like we're on patrol... This ship is a showpiece, a political trophy. Every civilized race in the known universe knows that this ship and this commander held off an entire Insurgent invasion alone, Nevermind how uncoordinated the attack was! History seems to forget things like that... Galcom just wants to flaunt the fact that the ship is still running in top condition and it's commander isn't lying in a tomb somewhere. They're using it to back up some political agenda. Why do you think there are so many journalist ships in the system recently? Galcom is making a big issue over this. I tell ya, these days it's all politics. We're on a milkrun. If we fight anything, it'll probably be a rogue asteroid or something."

"Commander Beckwith is a great man! If it weren't for him, you might never have been born! He saved Galcom HQ!"

The arrogant medic laughed, "Yeah, right. Galcom HQ wasn't in any real danger. It could have held off the entire attack with only half of the resources it had on board during that battle. You might as well say if it wasn't for George Washington I might never have been born!" he continued laughing.

Sergeant McDuff chuckled as he watched the two medics move on to another area of the medibay. "Kids... They think they know everything huh?"

Doctor Burch smiled, "Yeah, but they learn. They have to make thier mistakes and learn that not everything they may have thought is really true. I guess you're right, Sarge. Sometimes you gotta lose to win..."

{RP off}

Well there it is... Not too complex for now, just a little dialogue to get things started. Just wanted to establish some history, character development, and throw in a little standing philosophy for the time being. "Sometimes you gotta lose to win" may come up in the future, it's one of those multi-purpose philosophical quips that sounds good when used correctly.

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TO: ISS Fleet HQ

From: Cmdr Jeehun Ristar

Re: Return from covert surveillance

I have returned from the surveillance of the Gammulan planet Gamma. I could not break radio silence, so that is why I have not been in contact with anyone in GALCOM. Requesting an update on the situation. Will stand by for further orders.

I have a new email address it is [email protected]

I have moved to a new city, I live in St.Louis, Missouri now, if anyone is a hockey fan they will recognize the reason for my email name.

I just bought v2.0 and I'm going to download the patch and install it today. How do I get the Game Builder? and how does it work, you can send me an email so we don't have to clutter up the forum.

Thanks,

Richard (aka Jeehun Ristar)

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TO: ISS Fleet HQ

From: Cmdr Jeehun Ristar

Re: Return from covert surveillance

I have returned from the surveillance of the Gammulan planet Gamma. I could not break radio silence, so that is why I have not been in contact with anyone in GALCOM. Requesting an update on the situation. Will stand by for further orders.

I have a new email address it is [email protected]

I have moved to a new city, I live in St.Louis, Missouri now, if anyone is a hockey fan they will recognize the reason for my email name.

I just bought v2.0 and I'm going to download the patch and install it today. How do I get the Game Builder? and how does it work, you can send me an email so we don't have to clutter up the forum.

Thanks,

Richard (aka Jeehun Ristar)

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*taps fingers on desk slowly*

"Yeeesssss..... everything is going according to plan......"

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Commander in training Parias

ICV-Galatae

ICQ:1293359

"I took this job because I love to blow sh*t up!"

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Parias, did you say something? I don't remeber asking you a question! Get that nose back in those books and stop imagining yourself at the helm. Delusions of grandeur are hereby denied! You're still a "Cmdr. in training" which means the next training mission could see you mopping the entire BC. The outside of the hull with a toothbrush, that is smile.gif

{/rp}

Welcome back, Rhistar.

Cmdr. Akira

[This message has been edited by Ron Wallin (edited 04-30-99).]

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Oh, Akira! I thought of that. That particular sentence was very, very carefully worded. smile.gif(At least I thought about it a lot before I typed it. smile.gif )

Shadowstar; I liked the character development. It's cool.

Maybe Parias should post RP post on his sputtering career in the Insurgency. smile.gif In which case I will need a report on Trading procedures. *BFEG*

Chavik (Charles)

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Oops, man with a little salt this boot leather almost tastes better than the stuff nutripaks produce smile.gif Sorry about that Chavik. I re-read your post and the light turned on in my head (duh). I've edited my other post.

Cmdr. Akira

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  • 2 weeks later...

Dont tell me this thread is dead! I'd post another installment, but I don't want to be carrying the whole thing myself... C'mon people, let's get this adventure going again!

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The adventure continues...

[RP]

Benjamin Somerset tugged on his uniform jacket, straightening it out. It was only a short shuttle ride to the external dry-dock where his Starcruiser was awaiting repair. She had been so heavily damaged in the recent Gammulan attack that Shawn O'Malley, Chief Engineer had to cannibalize almost every part of the Swiftsure's 4 IC's to get her operational again. According to the stout Irishman, "The whole ship's bypassed like a bleedin' Christmas tree."

He and the dockmaster were about to go make an external evaluation of the ship. There had been 8 hull breaches, 2 of them major. Internally, the ship was a mess. By taking the hyperdrives out of 3 IC's, O'Malley had made a marginally functional hyperdrive for the Swiftsure. IC lasers replaced PTA's, their comm units replaced internal and external units, their life support systems breathing life back into the Swiftsure.

"Good evening, Commander." the dockmaster said, entering the launch bay. "Ready for the inspection tour?" he asked.

"Of course." was Somerset's only reply.

Within 5 minutes, they had arrived at the dry-dock where the Swiftsure was located. As a Starcruiser, the Swiftsure had been low on the repair priority list, and only now was the dockmaster inspecting her. Somerset had waited for this inspection for weeks, as he was eager to return to duty.

They slowly approached the prow of the large Starcruiser. The first thing that came into sight was a gash that ran along the bow. While rather large, the gash hadn't gone through the outer hull. Moving up to the ventral side of the ship, they noticed a massive breach, cutting through armor, and going all the way from the port side to the starboard one. The dockmaster and Somerset both saw the name of the Starcruiser emblazoned on the hull. G V-Sw ft ure. Some of the name was unreadable because of the hull breach.

The inspection tour continued, until all of the scarred ship had been examined. It wasn't every day that a ship went up against a Gammulan Stormcarrier, and lived to tell about it. They had managed to disable the massive ship, but not without being nearly disabled themselves. Somerset had wanted to capture the ship, but instead destroyed it. Though it was a prize the Swiftsure wasn't in the shape to go against even a barely effective Stormcarrier, or any other ship for that matter.

Upon returning to the launch bay, the dockmaster exited the shuttle, pulling out his datapad. "According to your Chief Engineer, your ship can't be repaired and outfitted in less than 12 weeks. Do you agree with his assessment?" he asked matter of factly.

"I'm afraid so, sir. We took such heavy damage that almost 75% of the ships systems need to be replaced, and 30% of the hull needs serious attention. Emergency forcefields held the atmosphere in, but that was only a stopgap measure. Personally, I don't see us getting out of dock in less than 14 weeks." the Commander replied.

"Well, Commander, I have some bad news for you. The inspections only confirmed the reports by the Chief Engineer, and yourself. The dockyard engineers and I believe it will take at least 18 and as many as 26 weeks before the Swiftsure can be repaired. She's also over 20 years old. In our opinion, the time and resource cost to repair a ship of her age is far too much. The Starcruiser Swiftsure is to be stricken from service, and scrapped. I'm sorry Commander."

Somerset felt his heart sink. They were going to finish destroying his ship. After all he and his crew had gone through to save her, the bureaucrats were going to scrap his ship. For over 20 years, the finest Earth had to offer walked her decks, and it was all going to waste. His head sank, and responded "Indeed."

"We won't start to break her up for a few weeks, to allow the crew to gather their personal belongings and get quarters on GALCOM HQ until reassignment." the dockmaster said, trying somehow to lighten the blow.

"Aye, sir." was all Somerset could say, before walking out the door, fuming. How was he going to tell the senior staff...

[/RP]

Maybe that will jumpstart things a bit. I was meaning to post this for a *very* long time but didn't get around to it. *mutters about accursed finals* Might as well introduce my character to this time frame, since he's in DeSylva's RPG. Gives me a good way to develop some backstory as well. Hope you enjoy.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

"Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us."-Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

[This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 05-13-99).]

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"Cap'n Shadowstar", as he liked to be called, was less than pleased after touring his ship. He had somehow expected that his ship would look exactly the way it had when he left command so many years ago, but now he could see he was wrong. While on the outside it looked the same, the inside bore the marks of sophistication and modern technology. It was almost as if Galcom had scrapped the interior of the ship and built a new battlecruiser inside the hull of his old ship. His frustration over being deprived of a walk down memory lane clouded his realization that the ship had been refitted for a purpose. While he and nearly the entire crew believed that the ship was just being sent around the Sol system for frivolous reasons, Galcom had something else in mind for it. The weapons systems were modernized, the sensors upgraded, the engines were faster, and so many other aspects of the ship had been tinkered with that it was now a ship comparable to the other Battlecruisers out there, but carried an old name and an old commander. He eventually gave up and went to his quarters. He decided a nice nap might help him to relax. The bridge crew chatted absent-mindedly while following a routine path around the Earth region on patrol. They would move into the Mars region in 10 hours and then resume the patrol pattern there, and so on and so forth until they had moved throughout the system.

As the Starflight slowly moved past Galcom HQ, waiting to hop to the Moon jump-point, a pair of dark eyes watched the ship through a window from the station. A shady grin appeared beneath them and if anyone had been walking past that dark room at the moment, they might have heard a faint chuckle...

{/RP}

There you go, short and sweet... I think I'm gonna throw in some evil politics here - maybe an Insurgent plot of some kind. All evil politics have a dark guy snickering out a window in them, don't they?

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Sorry Shadowstar. I been lazy for a while, then my keyboard got fried plus we have had inventory this week. Which means we have been have been getting ready for it for about a month. Not much of an excuse but there it is.

Timothy Woods little strike team into Wraith worked. They now have an AI interface for the navitron computer. There was a little hubbub when Chavik left his VR visor on and took a little nap.

The only thing left is to get out of Wraith thru the "Net" defense. I have already figured out a way. I think I posted that it had been several hours. Has the "Net" been in effect that long?

This will take place after I have decided that Gallion is not worth watching (He hasn't resurfaced, we are damaged and outnumbered). We got a good peak at Wraith plus a look at one of their defenses. *G*

If anyone wants to post on my little excursion to Wraith go ahead. My team has already escaped. Do what you want but you must let them escape since I have already posted such. No damage either smile.gif

This post was to let you know that I continue to think of this thread. Just gotta gather my thoughts.

Chavik

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{RP}

SC, Karl Reines, going thru a log of ship departures that he had requested, stared at the screen and noticed that the Starflight had cleared for launch. Curiously enough, there no flight plan was filed with CENTCOM. He made a mental note to talk to operations about that later. The Starflight was one of the last ships to be upgraded and the new Commander, Shadowstar was, well, a curious sort.

{/RP}

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I have the feeling they won't. smile.gif

[RP]

Somerset looked out of his window, as rain pattered across San Francisco. Though a native of England, Somerset had found San Francisco more to his liking and had made his home there. Even so, Somerset had always considered the Swiftsure his real home. But now... The rain hitting the roof was comforting. It wasn't often he was actually in San Francisco, and even less often that it rained while he was there.

'Not too long until the senior staff start arriving' Somerset thought to himself. Only yesterday he had learned that his ship, the Swiftsure, was being decommissioned, and scrapped. He thought the best way to break it to them was to just come right out and say it. No mincing words, or useless small talk.

The first to arrive was his Communications Officer, Jessica Michaelson. She entered the home, and looked around. A great deal of oak and mahogany wood filled the home. Bookcases filled with old books, some centuries old. Everything having a worn, comfortable look. "Very nice home you have here, sir." she said with a smile on her face.

"I try." the Commander replied. "Would you care for something to drink?" he asked, playing the host.

"Do you have any brandy?" she asked, not knowing what Somerset had in stock.

"Of course. Think I shall have some myself. " he said, pouring them both a drink.

Slowly, the rest of the staff arrived. Soran, First Officer. Ian Kamarov, Tactical and Second Officer. Shawn O'Malley, Chief Engineer. Michael Pierce, Medical Officer. Hikaru Ishikawa, Navigator. Henry Allen, Flight Officer. John Nielson, Marine Commander. They all received drinks, and Somerset proceeded to tell them why he had called them there.

"There isn't any easy way to say this, so I shall be blunt. You all know that the dockyard engineers recently finished inspecting the ship, for their repair estimates. We believed that the Swiftsure would be ready to go back out in around 12 weeks. They disagreed. The engineers decided that it was 'Too costly in terms of time and resources', and that the ship not be repaired."

"Well, then what're they gonna do to her?" O'Malley asked in his Irish lilt.

"She is to be decommissioned." Somerset said with finality.

A flurry of voices emerged, with Kamarov's being above them all. "Vill ve get anoder ship?"

"I can't answer that, yet. I hope to hell we do. In the meantime, I propose a toast. 'To the Swiftsure. May she rise again from defeat.' Cheers." he said as their glasses clinked together.

"Commander, do you expect to know about a new ship soon?" Soran asked.

"Bureau of Ships asked me to report to them tomorrow morning. Unless it's about the Swiftsure's breakup, I think they'll tell me then." he looked to all of them, and said "Tell all of your departments about the decision. They need to retrieve their personal belongings as soon as possible. After that, they're to go to Personnel at HQ, and get quarters before reassignment. Whether they will be reassigned to whatever ship it is we get...I don't know. I'll keep you posted." he finished, effectively ending the meeting.

They all drifted out, Jessica being the last one to leave. "You think we'll really get another ship?" she said, eyebrow raising slightly.

"We better. We've gone through too much to be tossed aside." he said, a slight bitterness entering his tone.

She smiled, and said "Quite true, Commander. Quite true." Turning, she left the house, leaving Somerset alone.

"She sure does have a pretty smile." Somerset said aloud, the thought entering unbidden into his mind.

[/RP]

Thought I'd stop there. It was getting a little long. Still see where it's going, Tac? smile.gif

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

"Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us."-Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

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Somerset:

I've seen where you're going since the first post ol' buddy.. and I remind you that TIME is something you need to keep in mind *hint hint*.

Chavik , I thought your ship had already jumped out!! Days ago (RP time). Hmm.. been a long time since the RP. The "Net" only affects the area immediate to the Starstation, 2X station PTA range to be exact. For sanity's sake, lets just say you jumped out and that the Wraith are still doing meticulous scans of Rinaal, this way we open way for Shadowstar's idea to take flight....that ok with you?

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Seems like this thread needs another jumpstart. wink.gif

[RP]

He stood at the window of the ready room, for the last time. All of his personal effects had been removed. The old mahogany desk, small rosewood bookcase and books contained therein, real leather chair, the models of the HMS Victory and GCV-Swiftsure, and the painting of the ship that had been hanging since before Somerset first set foot on the ship. Now, it was coming down as he left her. Running his hand across the windowframe, he took one last look at the ready room and left.

Stepping onto the bridge, Somerset found the bottle of Emperian Ale he had been drinking. Though it wasn't quite legal, he thought that the Swiftsure deserved a last toast with the best Somerset had to offer. Going over to his chair, he punched in a command for the last time, and spoke.

"Commander's Log, final entry. This will be the last log of the GCV-Swiftsure. In a few hours, she will be decommissioned, and turned into scrap metal. A poor fate for such a fine ship. She has always gone above and beyond the call of duty, at times performing what could only be called miracles. It was a miracle that she held together long enough to make it home, only to befall this. After 20 years of faithful service to those who built her, this ship will not be honored, not be recognized, but be eliminated. This ship, that has been my life for so many years is lost. I, and all who have served aboard her will miss her deeply. The GCV-Swiftsure. Finest ship in the whole damn fleet." he said, ending the log.

"And so it ends." he told himself, drinking down more of the Ale.

"What ends?" a questioning voice asked, slightly startling Somerset.

He looked over to the man who was standing on the bridge with him. "The Swiftsure." he said solemnly. "Taking one last look around too?"

"Aye. I couldna help but take one last look at her." Shawn O'Malley said. "She sure was a fine lass. Don't think there'll ever be another like her."

"I doubt that very much. Here, have a drink" Somerset said, handing O'Malley a glass. "To the Swiftsure. Fallen, but not forgotten."

"May she one day find her name in space again" O'Malley added, as they drank the last of the Ale.

"Indeed. Any mementos you want, Shawn?" he asked.

"I've already got everything I want." O'Malley said.

"Techs are coming to take the command chair for me. No matter what ship I fight in, that chair will be with me." he said.

"A final get back at the bureaucracy, sir?" the Irishman said with a grin.

"Precisely. Now for one more thing." he said, walking across the bridge to a wall. On that wall was a plaque, platinum in color. The writing etched onto it read GCV-Swiftsure. "You know, I remember a time when it read ECV-Swiftsure. No longer." They both knew where that plaque went. It rested on the headstone of their former Commander, Angelique Trouseau. He removed the plaque, saying "Wherever I go, this plaque will follow me."

Somerset glanced at the motto which read: "Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us." They had defended this ship and her crew well. With that, he left the bridge of his ship...forever.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

ICQ 32545391

"Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us."

-Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

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*RP* ON

Chavik sat and then listened in amazement at the story of the renegade BC. He could almost place the images in line with the story. Reaching out to the support ships. "Targeting" nullspace. The last few weeks had been stressful that was for sure. He promised himself the next milkrun would be just that. Polaris-1 had some nice recreational facilities.

When Timothy Woods was done Chavik asked, "How do we stand on Iridium?"

"We have enough for three full days of cloak sir. We found a rather rich deposit on Moon 4. The tanks are full and we have the transporter full of it and anywhere else we could find. That's over six and a half hours. Plus what the drones are currently mining. It may come up to about 8 if the drones have reached capacity."

"I don't want to stay here another 8 hours. How are the systems doing? Has the hull been repaired yet?" asked Chavik.

"Almost," said Commander Woods. "It's at 85% and rising. Mr. Black has added some reinforcements since those areas were open anyway. All engineers are working on it as you said and the marines are carrying parts and tools. They aren't real happy about that. We've finished fixing the cloaking system. We let out no tachyon particals that we can scan for and the system is now at 100% efficiency. Shields are full and the crews are working on the computer systems. We still have to do some clean up in troop quarters one and two but I thought you might systems operational first. IC Launch bays are operational but still damaged. Shuttle bays two thru four are inoperable. We couldn't have gotten those drones out at all without transporting them."

"The marines will just have to live with it. They are here to protect this ship among other things and that includes helping in repair if the survival of the ship is at stake. The rest sounds good. I'm ready to leave. Shall we rejoin the bridge crew?" asked Chavik as he got up and walked out of his quarters. They had to avoid none too few engineers as they made their way to the bridge. Techs intent on their repairs tended not to notice anyone else. Chavik actually liked that. To him it meant they were concentrating on their job.

They arrived on the bridge and Chavik took the command chair. He had brought his VR visor with him but did not slip it on. "Mr. Hill," Chavik asked the tactical officer, "are any enemies around the jumpgates as before? Have any interesting ships launched from the station?"

"No sir, and they've taken to defending the station only," said Mr. Hill.

Chavik nodded. "Mr. Myers, please target the Hadar-9 jumpgate please."

"Don't you mean Antis sir? We have the Navitron fixed as well," replied Mr. Hill.

Chavik was confused. When he had left the bridge there had not been any more AI Interfaces aboard the ship and that part was definitely needed to make the navitron computer functional again. He recounted what he remembered and definitely thought there had not been any more Interfaces aboard. Perhaps they had pirated a shuttle's since the launch bays were inoperable, he thought. It wouldn't last long but it might work. He looked at Commander Woods hoping for an explanation but Commander Woods was looking rather despondent and glaring at Mr. Myers.

"Commander Woods, I'd like to find out how we got an extra AI Interface from nowhere when we get back to the Antis. Mr. Myers, I mean for you to target the Hadar-9 jumpgate and assign it as the flight path. Does anyone remember where we parked the Den?" It wasn't that funny but a few junior officers in "the pit" chuckled. It was more to relieve the tension they felt than at the humor.

The Mark2 jumped. It was the first of several but they were finally able to withstand an assault. The abundance of Iridium allowing them to remain cloaked almost precluded that but one could never tell. Chavik slipped on the VR visor and looked at TacOps. Several fighters were still around the station but they had slowed from what he remembered. As they neared the jumpgate Chavik accessed the cloaking system. He didn't have time to trust his officers. Timing was the key.

When they were half a click away from the jumpgate and about ready to make the transition Chavik switched off cloak. Their TTD sprang upon the screen the color of new growth on a plant. A second later the view of Rinaal region was replaced with a view of the Hadar-9 region. Chavik liked that last bit and assumed the flight control. He targeted the wormhole to the Tyrus-2 system himself. He removed his visor and asked, "Anyone remember the way home?"

Commander Chavik

ICV Mark2

*RP OFF

Tac I could have sworn you defended the jumpgates also. I wrote us both an easy out. smile.gif

The times for the cloaking ability was gotten by adding the fuel tank capacity to all four shuttle's capacity (minus the 750 for the drone ,[ but I did beam them out, hmmmm]), the transporter capacity, and all four ATV's capacity. A small liberty since Irirdium is only stored in the fuel tank in the game. Then I divided the total capacity by the 1500 units tank capacity to come out at 6.6666 hours. Then I figured the drones have capacity even though you can't access them in the game. So I guessed at about 8 hours of cloak.

I've had way more damage than I posted. Really. It was way back in my free version days. NO system was green. I really don't remember but will guess that fully 60% were red. I fixed everything myself with my own engineers. No wimping out at Galcom for me on that particular game. I had the most fun with that game trying to repair and stay functional and still fight. Any way I'm babbling now. smile.gif

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The GCV Starflight was coming around to it's last patrol run in the Earth region, and it was about time to move on to Mars...

Cap'n Shadowstar was watching Tacops absent-mindedly. The past few hours had been uneventful. He figured if nothing else, the Mars region would provide a scenery change.

"Ok, let's go." He said, rather suddenly.

The ship angled for the jump gate and approached slowly....

It eventually reached the gate and flashed out of the region, arriving the same instant in the Mars region. Two MRT's were travelling together near the gate where the Starflight had arrived. One was a Terran Colonist and the other a well known Empirian Journalist. Cap'n Shadowstar tediously set up the patrol run for the Mars system and decided to hang around for another day or so... The Journalist pulled close to the Starflight, but not dangerously close. It was apparent that the journalist intended to get a story about the Starflight "back in action", typical... At least he knew enough not to bother a military vessel with frivolous communication and seemed content to film the ship...

Several hours into the patrol run, the journalist finally broke off and jumped back to Earth. Another thirty minutes later a damaged Terran diplomat transport jumped into the region, bound for the Earth jump gate. Shortly after, a Gammulan assassin in an X22 Aurora jumped in following the diplomat. This caught Shadowstar's attention. He watched the fighter close on the transport from the Tacops display and smirked.

"Max, you up for some trash take out?" He spoke into the comm-link.

The pilot responded from the flight deck, breaking away from a chit-chat with a young nurse, "Sure, what kind of trash we talking about?"

"X22 Aurora. Gammulan assassin is picking on one of our diplomats." Shadowstar replied.

"Hmmm... Sounds tasty." Max grinned as he strapped into the interceptor and prepared for launch.

"The diplomat's ship is looking a little worse for wear. Better hurry on out there." said the Cap'n over the comm-link.

"Gotcha." The pilot donned his trademark shades and soon the interceptor was space-bound. His nurse friend watched as the ship left.

In only a matter of seconds, Max's interceptor was roaring toward the harried Diplomat and the Assassin at hyperspeed. The interceptor arrived just behind the Gammulan, and Max chuckled as he stormed the unprepared fighter. The X-22 broke off quickly and attempted to dogfight his attacker, but was outmatched and outgunned by the skilled Interceptor pilot. After a short, but intense battle, the X-22 was destroyed, with only a tiny escape pod to mark it's position. Max did a flyby of the pod, nearly smashing it with the wing of the interceptor as a finishing touch to scare the occupant. The pod fled for the jump point it had come through.

Max set up RTB and engaged the interceptor's autopilot. He relaxed and monitored the comm frequency on his way back to the Starflight.

As the Gammulan pilot fled the system, the diplomat onboard the transport contacted the Starflight himself to express his extreme gratitude. Cap'n Shadowstar cooly responded, "Just doing our job." With that the two ship captains saluted each other and shut off the transmission. The transport laboriously made it to the earth jump gate and vanished in a quick flash. Moments later, the interceptor docked. After disembarking, Max sought out his female friend to continue thier chit-chat. Meanwhile, Shadowstar sighed and relaxed back into the command chair. "That was the most exciting thing that has happened to me so far..." he thought, and prepared for another long wait as the ship ponderously completed it's patrol runs around Mars.

Another day, another dollar...

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Somerset made his way to the Bureau of Ships office, located on GalCom HQ. Even after 15 years of service, he was still slightly in awe of the size of the massive starstation. He had just finished moving the last of his personal effects from the Swiftsure into storage. Somerset had the feeling that they would be there for awhile. He figured that all Bureau of Ships merely wanted to tell him something about the break up of his ship. Sign some forms, and other red tape. Somerset never did like paperwork much.

As he entered the office, he approached the main counter. "I'm Commander Benjamin Somerset," he said, "I'm here about my ship, the GCV-Swiftsure."

"Ah, yes," the person at the counter said "if you'd go to Launch Bay 74, the dockmaster is waiting for you."

"Very well..." Somerset said, quite confused. 'Why the Launch Bay?' he thought to himself.

Arriving at the Launch Bay, Somerset was greeted by the dockmaster, and they boarded a shuttle.

"Exactly what are we doing?" Somerset asked. He did not like surprises, at all.

"We're going to see your ship," the dockmaster stated.

'But my ship is in pieces by now.' Somerset thought. "Of course." Was all he could reply.

As the shuttle headed to the drydocks, Somerset realized that they weren't going the right way to see the Starcruiser. 'Where are we going?' he wondered.

"There she is," the dockmaster said, pointing at a large ship. "your ship."

Somerset was shocked. In the drydock ahead of him, sat a Galactan-class Battlecruiser. It was obvious that she was in the final stages of outfitting, and the dockmaster just said that it was his new ship. He never expected it. He thought that after what happened, he'd be given a desk job for some time. Not to mention a possible court-martial. But instead, they had given him a brand new ship.

The shuttle approached the graceful Battlecruiser slowly. He hadn't really seen a Galactan up close, and was amazed by the sleek design. It almost looked like she was moving, even while standing still. The ship was not quite complete, as Somerset looked at the solar panels, which were only structural girders at this stage. "How long until she's done?" he asked, wondering when he could take this beauty out.

"There really isn't much left. She'll be ready in less than a week," the dockmaster replied. Even though Somerset tried to hide it, the dockmaster could easily see the amazement on the Commander's face. It wasn't every day that you found out you've been given command of a ship of the line. He tapped on the control panel, programming the shuttle for a close flyby of the bow of the ship. 'Somerset's surprised now...wait till he sees the bow,' the dockmaster thought to himself. 'He'll have a heart attack.'

Slowly, the shuttle came toward the bow. As it closed on the ship, Somerset began to be able to read the name of his new Battlecruiser. At first, he could only make out the GCV designation, unable to read anything else. Soon, he could make out an S as the first letter of this massive ship. He wondered what her name was. The closer the shuttle got, the more he could make out. Second letter was a W. And the third was an I. 'It can't be...' he thought. But it was... The letters on the bow spelled out GCV-Swiftsure. "My ship..." he said, unable to complete the sentence.

"Yes, your ship. We hadn't named her yet, and the name seemed to fit. The Galactans being so sleek and all. They look swift, so we named her Swiftsure," the dockmaster said with a smile. "Hope you like it," he added.

"Like it? I don't think that describes it." Somerset said as a flurry of emotions went through his body. "When can I go aboard her?" he asked, wanting to set sail almost immediately.

"It'll be a week or two yet. We've still got some outfitting to do. The comm system isn't finished, the solar panels are obviously not complete, and there's only life support for half the ship," the dockmaster told Somerset. "But after that, she'll be ready for shakedown, and that's your job," he said with a smile.

"I think I can wait for another week." Somerset said with a wicked grin. In 3 weeks time, he had fought in a major battle, lost his ship, and been given a new ship that had the same name as the last one he commanded. At that moment, he remembered a line from an ancient 20th century movie 'It seems that destiny has...taken a hand.'

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

ICQ 32545391

"Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us."

-Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

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Somerset stood on the bridge of the new GCV Swiftsure. Technically, he wasn't even supposed to be on board. But, he decided to take a look around the deserted Battlecruiser before it was filled with techs, and crew members. He thought that the Galactan had looked large from the outside... Compared to the "old" Swiftsure, this ship was huge. The vastness of the ship was mystifying. Nothing on this ship was done in half measures. It would easily be possible to fit nearly three Starcruiser bridges on this one bridge. Not too long ago, he had heard someone describe the Galactan-class as "expansive." He could now see that they were right.

As he walked across the space of the bridge, he walked over to the command chair. He sat down, and his first thought was 'I need to get my chair put in. This one is so uncomfortable.' He got up, and began exploring the rest of the ship. Engineering, Medibay, Recreation Rooms, nothing on the ship was little, or underdone. As he looked around, Somerset got the sense that this was a state of the art, ship of the line. He used to think that the "old" Swiftsure was state of the art in GalCom technology. It was apparent that this ship was, to use the colloquialism, light-years ahead of her. She looked like she was a fine ship. After shakedown runs, they would know for sure.

Although the ship was completed, her commissioning ceremony wasn't until tomorrow. After going on his "unauthorized inspection tour," Somerset decided to go home. He stopped at the turbolift which would take him to the transporter room, and pressed the call button. The doors whisked open, and to his surprise there was already someone in the lift. It was Jessica Michaelson, his comms officer. He stepped into the lift, and looked at her.

The lighting must've been what did it. She looked absolutely radiant standing there in the semi-harsh light of the turbolift. Her golden hair seemed alight in color, and her eyes sparkled. 'This is a big mistake...' Somerset thought to himself. Next to him, Michaelson thought, 'This is a big mistake...'

Somerset noticed that her blue eyes matched the color of the civilian clothes that she had on. And that those blue eyes were locked on his, and had a sparkle in them. Somerset couldn't help himself. Throwing protocol and caution to the wind, he scooped Jessica in his arms and kissed her passionately right there and then, without a single word passing between them. Her lips pressed back on his own, as she wrapped her arms around him.

This had been a long time coming, both of them knew. Those glances across the bridge, a few too many late nights in the Officers Mess. Somerset had made it a personal policy to not get involved with a fellow officer. As he kissed Jessica, that policy went out the airlock.

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I admit, this post was shameless character development. I'll get around to the commissioning and shakedown soon. Let's hope this post brings this thread back to life, since it's nearly dead. smile.gif

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

ICQ 32545391

"Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us."

-Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

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Somerset looked out the expansive window of the new GCV Swiftsure. The window was almost as wide as his old ready room had been on his old ship. It appeared to him that GalCom didn't do anything in small measures these days. Walking over to the food servitor, he ordered "Tea, Earl Grey, hot." As he waited for the tea to be sent to the servitor, he walked over to the painting hanging on the wall over the sofa. It depicted a Galactan-class Battlecruiser sailing majestically past the Earth, a light nebula in the background. She was such a beautiful ship, and carried a fine name passed down through the centuries. Behind him, the servitor beeped, signifying that his tea was ready. Retrieving the tea, he sat down at his desk. He activated his computer terminal and checked the schedule.

Though all of his personal belongings were aboard and in place, the ship still hadn't left dock yet on her shakedown cruise. Their departure was to take place at 1400 hours. Looking at the chronometer, he noticed it was 1325. Snapping off the terminal, and grabbing his tea, Somerset headed for his cabin. The doors to his cabin slid open, and he stepped inside.

He had been forced to purchase new furnishings for the cabin, since his old furniture didn't fill a quarter of these Commander's quarters. Somerset had kept his wall mounted desk, bookcases, and small cabinet that he used to store his beverages. He bought a new chair, since the old one had been ruined during the Gammulan assault. As he donned his white dress uniform, Somerset looked over and saw the holo on his desk. Even after 6 years, he had kept her holoimage on the desk. The image of his wife...ex-wife, he corrected himself. There was one mistake that he wouldn't easily forget.

He took a sip of tea as he finished putting on the uniform. Returning to the bridge, he noticed the rest of the senior staff was assembled in their dress uniforms. He glanced at the chronometer seeing that it was 1355. Looking over at his first officer, Somerset said "Pre-departure checks, Number One?"

"Complete, Commander. All systems are nominal. We are ready for departure," he quickly replied.

"Excellent," he said, looking over at the navigator, Hikaru Ishikawa. "Hikaru, seal airlocks and disconnect umbilical support systems. Henry, clear all moorings. Jessica, contact traffic control," he ordered quickly.

"Airlocks sealed, all umbilicals disconnected, sir. We are now on internal systems only." Hikaru said after the orders were carried out.

"All moorings cleared, Commander," came the response of Allen.

"Channel open, Commander." Jessica said.

"Traffic control, this is the GCV Swiftsure, requesting permission to depart." Somerset said, ready to begin their voyage on this new ship.

"Acknowledged, Swiftsure. Permission granted. Proceed at 250 kps until 30 kilometers away from the dock, and you are then cleared for hyperspace. Have a good journey. GalCom HQ traffic control, out."

Right as the clock turned to 1400, Somerset gave the order. "Mr. Allen, thrusters ahead 1/10."

"Aye, sir." Allen said from his station.

The majestic Swiftsure pulled out of the spacedock for the first time. As she cleared the forward edge of the dock, her prow was hit by sunlight, illuminating the GalCom insignia and the name GCV Swiftsure emblazoned on the hull. To outside spectators, the departure of the sleek Battlecruiser was something to behold. It wasn't every day that people got to see a Galactan-class vessel. On the bridge, an elated Benjamin Somerset sat in the command chair removed from the last Swiftsure. He was glad to be in space again.

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Probably not my best, but at the moment, the best I can do. Maybe this will breath life back into this thread.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

ICQ 32545391

"Angels and Ministers of Grace, defend us."

-Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

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