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A Shared Dream


For centuries mankind had looked up to the night skies in wonder and awe, naming the Constellations, watching the silent dance of planets and moons, and dreaming that one daythey could swim amongst them in the infinite void of space.
Mankind’s first steps into space were crude and infrequent. Fuelled more by internal bickering and posturing than any desire for genuine advancement of their people, many astounding leaps of discovery and invention soon ignored in favour of the next one. Their landing on the moon, merely a few decades after inventing powered flight, was cast aside as trivial as Mars became the next target for competing nations to aim for.
It wasn’t until Europe federated in 2018, and led by France combined the resources of all it’s former independent nations, and founded the first lunar colony within sight of where Neil Armstrong had placed mankind’s first footprint on the dust, that mankind realised the potential of a race united with one purpose. Two years later, within the confined main hall of Lunar Base Joan D’arc, Representatives from every nation on Earth’s surface signed the Human Systems Alliance charter and pledged their country’s support in colonising the wider galaxy. For the first time in it’s history, Humanity stood united under a shared dream, the Human Systems Alliance was born.
Although united under a mutually elected government, the nations of earth was still allowed a certain level of independence, their existing governments where slotted into an overarching hierarchy with few problems, each elected an ambassador to represent them on the council and were allowed to pursue their own projects to colonise space, provided they obeyed the laws and directives of the Alliance and shared their findings freely with the entire planet.
Space ship technology advanced in leaps and bounds, in 2045, England’s HMS Queen Victoria landed on mars, its prototype Ion drive propelling it across the vast gulf between planets at a fraction of the time it had taken earlier probes. In 2092, Japanese and German scientists perfected an energy shield generator that rendered anything within its protective bubble almost immune to projectiles. 2102 saw the perfection of Terra-forming tech by America, and by 2105 the first trees were planted under open sky on Martian soil. 2120 was the birth year of the ship-mounted rail gun, developed by Germany as a way of destroying asteroids or other solid objects that could breach a ship’s shield, and it’s use as an offensive weapon was realised immediately.
Aware of the possible dangers the galaxy could contain, the Alliance Navy was formed, its members plucked from around the world, and trained in orbit above the world of their birth. Their ranks swelled as colony after colony was founded across the solar system, and thousands of eager men and women flocked to defend their new homes. Hundreds of dull grey ships prowled the solar system, ensuring that everyone remember the union that had allowed them to get even this far into space.

It has been over a hundred years since the Alliance Navy was formed, and mankind has spread far amongst the stars. You are an Officer-Cadet of this proud organization, training for six years to command your own ship, explore, defend and command the cosmos. Now, as your final days at Fort Norton Academy draw near, you eagerly await the awarding of your ceremonial sword and the ship that comes with it.
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Game rules are in the Interest thread.
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THE FLEET

Fleet name: 14th Fleet, The Centennial Exploration Fleet - AKA "Centennial Explorers"

Fleet motto: Motto: "Primoris inter astrum , permaneo dimitto lemma"

("First among the stars, the last to leave them")

Fleet emblem:


Ships of the Fleet:
Dreadnoughts: 0
Battleships: 2
Carriers: 2
Cruisers: 3
Destroyers: 1
Frigates: 1

Darkvoid's Advanced Tactica (fleet-scale engagements only, but scaled-down versions could be applied to smaller engagements)

Divide and Conquer

1) Darkvoidof40k + RaptorsTallon - The carrier can protect the battleship, with point defence and interceptors, while the battle ship engages targets. This section assaults the front of the enemy fleet. Codename: Anvil (Fleet core/rally point)

2) sillyboy + EagleArk + Snarky - The buffer Cruiser can provide protection for the heavy firepower coming from the heavily armed Battleship and Destroyer. This section assaults the weaker flank of the two, rolling up the line, destroying the enemy craft with broadside hits. Codename: Hammer

3) Mordoskul + Toastedandy + Lord Harrab + lord commissar klimino - Two cruisers together will provide a faster element alongside the Frigate, which also acts as a Scout before the actual engagement. Their mix of weapons allows them to cope with all situations, with strike-craft support from the Carrier. They confuse and harass the enemy, causing as much damage as possible. Codename: Gauntlet



All Alliance craft have access to the following traits:

1) Close Support Drill

Alliance ships crews and their captains are trained to value mutual co-operation, its what got them this far, as a result, ships that remain in close proximity may combine their point defenses to defend against strike-craft and can combine their Torpedo attacks into a single devastating volley.




CHARACTERS


ACTIVE CHARACTERS: #9
INACTIVE CHARACTERS: #0
CHARACTER FATALITIES: #0
TOTAL CHARACTERS: #9




Games Master: Lord Harrab
Name: Maya Sharpe
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Nationality: European Federation (German.)
Personality: Driven, demanding. She knows that everyone can achieve much if they put effort into it, anyone who she feels doesn't try their hardest isn't worth her time.
Rank: Admiral
Appearance: Tall and imposing, Flame-read hair hangs down her back in a long braid. Suffered intense burns across her entire body during the Battle for New London and still bears the scars across her face and neck.

Bio: Coming from a long family history of Military service, Maya thought it was a no-brainer that she would follow her parents footsteps and enlist in the Navy at 18 with no complaints. Graduation at the top of her class and with the highest test scores stunned the alliance brass that tutored her, that combined with her natural good-looks made her the poster girl of the Alliance for several years, yet it was during the Battle of New London that she earned her lasting fame. Successfully defending an entire planet from a Pirate invasion, (that included a mighty dreadnaught,) with only her Carrier, "Vanguard". her rise through the ranks afterwards was meteoritic, and now she serves as a training officer at Fort Norton, prepping the officers of a new exploratory fleet to be formed under her command.


Ship Name: Vanguard
Class: Carrier

Appearance:

The Pride of the Alliance Navy, beginning its life as little more than a mobile refinery and an odd post of the Highest Scoring cadet in Alliance history, the Battle for New London proved its worth so well that many future Carriers were based off of its design.

Hard-points: 10
- 2 Torpedo tubes
- 6 Launch bays. (3 Interceptors, 3 Bombers)
- 2 point defenses
- 1 ESM pod.

Bio: Although outdated-looking on the outside, [i]Vanguard carries cutting edge tech within her old and battered hull, and is even more Famous throughout the Alliance then it's captain.
Originally designed as a mobile refinery and factory, intended to travel between systems gathering resources, upsurges of pirate attacks against the outer colonies in the years approaching the Navy's one hundred years anniversary, that required the vessel's refit into a dedicated combat vessel. New London was the closest planet to the wandering harvester with the required industry to perfrom the changes, so the Vanguard was sent there. Its was merely a few days after the work was complete that the massive pirate fleet attacked, and the new warship was thrown into the fires of combat all to soon with an entire word at the stake.


Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: Natalie Maria Rose
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: English
Rank: Officer Cadet/ Lt Commander
Personality: Compassionate, kind, friendly, good-natured, polite and often quiet - her words softly spoken. She has never been in a real combat situation before, and so has yet to earn the respect of her peers, being one of the youngest women ever to be promoted to the position of Captain. Most other Captain's are jealous and angry at her because she has been given such a coveted post, and also fear that she is not competent enough to manage such a large ship. This has lead to some confidence issues, but she always tries her hardest to impress and earn her title.
Appearance: 5'11", neck-length blonde hair, soft features, svelte figure.
Bio: Fresh out of the academy, she has always dreamed of the stars; of exploration; colonisation and advancement. She has also always wanted to be successful, and now she is, commanding an advanced battleship. Unfortunately, she has very little actual experience and neither does her crew. They are unproven, and the first few hostile encounters and tricky situations will undoubtedly shape them and bring them closer together as they work side-by-side. There have been many complaints that such a green officer is being given captaincy of possibly the most advanced Battleship in the stars. Some, in her defense, argue that she was the most conveniently available person to take the post, others that it's a fresh start - a new ship with a new crew, and a select few actually argue that she was chosen because of her potential. Whatever the case, Captain Rose stands ready to do her duty.

Ship Name: The Pioneer
Class: Battleship

Hardpoints: 10
- Bridge
- Primary Ion Cannon (bow mount - centre)
- Secondary Ion Cannon (bow mount - port)
- Tertiary Ion Cannon (bow mount - starboard)
- Point Defenses (scattered)
- Primary Heavy Cannon (Tertiary section mount)
- Secondary Heavy Cannon (Tertiary section mount)
- ESM Pod (located near rear of ship and engine control)

Bio: A new vessel, the first of the Mars-pattern Battleship sub-class, [ i]The Pioneer[/i] is aptly named. It was designed to be a serious threat towards hostile vessels, primarily capital ships. It is ill-suited to engage squadrons of strike-craft, and is especially vulnerable to co-ordinated bomber attacks due to its low number of point defenses. Nonetheless, it was built with the intention of accompanying at least one other ship at all times in dangerous situations, and so its lack of small-arms firepower can be compensated for. In larger fleet movements, it is generally paired with a Carrier, so that they can act as a unified unit - The Pioneer bringing massive fire power whilst its cousin ship brings strike-craft forces. However, though it is arguably the most advanced of its kind, it is unproved and its crew are as raw as uncooked fish.

Appearance:

The Pioneer about to bring its formidable forward firepower to bear on a hapless drone during trials. Initial estimates of the battleships' offensive capability were greatly exceeded and it is hoped it will maintain such exceptional performance whilst in real combat situations.


Player: Mordoskul
Name: Manfred Kessler
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Personality: Kessler's not afraid to crack a joke or break the tension if the situation demands, tending to be open and friendly to all. During a crisis, he remains calm and level-headed, giving orders carefully and curtly.
Nationality: European Federation (German)
Rank: Lt Commander
Appearance: Kessler is a tall man with a slightly pale complexion, a feature made more apparent by his neatly trimmed black beard and mustache. He has a slightly thin nose beneath his pair of hazel eyes.
Bio: As a boy, Manfred was always fascinated by the stars, spending many long nights gazing up at them from the roof of his home in Koln, Germany. When he was of age, he enlisted in the Alliance Navy, giddy with excitement to tread the stars for the first time. Serving aboard the good ship Vanguard under Admiral Maya Sharpe for most of his career, he was inducted into officer training, learning how to manage a vessel of his own. Training proceeded as planned, and after many arduous and dull months, Kessler was promoted to Lt Commander of the good ship Silent Star, where he now eagerly awaits his deployment.

Ship Name: [ i]Silent Star[/i]
Class: Sentinel Class Cruiser
Appearance:

Fresh out of the nearby Shipyards, the Silent Star undergoing a systems check over the Colony World of Rita. A new design from the German Astronautic Corporations and incorporating the latest weapons systems, initial estimates of its effectiveness look very promising.

Hard Points: 8
- Bridge
- 3 Lucifer-Pattern Heavy Cannons
- 2 Hydra-Pattern Torpedo Tubes
- 1 ESM Pod
- Point Defense System
- Launch Bay (Strike Fighters)
Bio: The first of several new Sentinel Class Cruisers, the Silent Star has only just finished her assembly, and has yet to earn any battle-scars. She is Lt Commander Manfred Kessler's pride and joy, and the two share an almost intimate bond.


Player: Sillyboy
Name: Trix Zedong
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Personality: Controled, polite, honour is very important.
Nationality: Chinese Confederation (she is from the planet Aria)
Rank: Officer Cadet/ Lt Commander
Appearance: Small, green eyes, blue hair, standard issued navy uniform, athletic.
Bio: She is Trix from the House of Zedong. It is one of the leading houses on Aria, with a proud military history. Every firstborn of the House has served in the alliance since its founding. And now it isTrix's time to bring glory and honour to their home. She left her homeplanet at the age of 18 to join the Alliance navy. Trough the six years of rigorous training, she never stopped. She always tried to be the best she can to serve her House. And now after six years, she is going to get control of her own ship and cross the space like her House did during the Great Expansion.


Ship Name: Aslinde
Class: "Paladin Cruiser"
Hardpoints: 8
- Point defenses x5
- Heavy cannon x1
- Torpedo launchers x1
- ESM pod
- Bridge

Bio: The Aslinde is a newly created Paladin cruiser, wich is commonly reffered to as a "Buffer". Paladin cruisers are defensive cruisers, in battle the position themselves between the enemy and the fleet. Their reactive shields and point defences will try to take as many enemy torpedos down, before they get to the fleet. A buffer ship is one of the most dangerous positions in the fleet, they are the first ones in and the last ones out. They are also issued with 1 torpedolauncher, to protect themselves when out alone, or to take out targets of opportunity.

Appearance:

The Aslinde's Sister Ship, the Pillar of Autumn was DIA escorting refugees from a pirate raid, thanks to their sacrifice, over 3 million people were spared the horrors of a pirate work camp. As a mark of remembrance, each Paladin carries an Image of the lost vessel in its Captains cabin.


Player: RaptorsTallon
Name: Garan Majoric
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Personality: Highly Intelligent, and a natural commander. Was the top of his class in training school. He enjoys command, and can follow orders from more senior figures. He won’t hesitate to punish insubordination. He excels in tactical planning and is never unprepared.
Nationality: European Federation (British)
Rank: Officer Cadet/ Lt Commander
Appearance: Tall (6’3”), with brown hair and eyes. His hair is cut quite short. He is healthy, but not particularly fit.
Bio: He was born in London, and is descended from a long line of ship designers and scientists. His father was the designer of the Orion Class Carrier which he now pilots, and his mother was a top laser scientist, and met his father while working on the development of the Nebula class cruiser, over 45 years ago. He had always wanted to explore the stars as a child, and was constantly watching Sci-fi films. He accepted immediately, when offered a place at the training school, and is now ready for command.


Ship Name: Void Phoenix
Class: Carrier
Appearance: Long sleek ship, with a matt Grey/Black hull.
Hard points: 10
- 1 Patriot Class ESM Pod
- Bridge
- 7 Launch Bays (3 Hammer Class Bombers, 2 Thunder Class Strike Fighters, 2 Omega Class Interceptors)
- 1 Phantom Class Torpedo Tube
- 2 Legacy Class Point Defenses
Bio: The Devastator is fresh out of the shipyards. It is the third Orion Class Carrier which has been built, but is by far the most sophisticated. It is fitted with the latest in weapons and computer systems, most of which have been fitted for the first time on this ship. One of the most exiting pieces of technology on this ship is the brand new AI system built into the mainframe. AI has been around for a long time, this system however, uses holo-projectors to make an actual humanoid form for its self. This AI can even take command of the ship in an emergency, such as the death of the captain during a combat situation. The ship carries Hammer Class Bombers, Omega Class Interceptors and Thunder Class Strike Fighters. These strike craft are all brand new out of the factories, but are crewed by experienced pilots, from the recently decommission carrier 'Dragon'. The crew are well trained and hardworking, having been trained at the crew schools of Cuba, reputably the best in the world.


The Void Phoenix is currently undergoing field trials before being cleared for active duty. The third of its type, this Carrier contains an Advanced "Smart" AI system capable of full autonomous control of the vessel during combat.

Player: lord commissar klimino
Name: Issac Vangard
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Personality: Optimistic. Tries to be up-beat but can be 'dark' when angry.
Nationality: American colonist from Pluto
Rank: Officer Cadet/ Lt Commander
Appearance: pale. pitch black long hair.dark eyes. skinny.tall. tribal tattoo on left hand.
Bio: Born on a frozen waste, he always had to see the bright side of things, even during the several pirate attacks that killed most of his friends and family. When he found out about a recruiting station nearby, he walked there. As he sat through class after class, he got a reputation of being careless. His tactics in training were effective, but risky and hastily created. When he graduated, he asked for a Frigate. He wanted something fast and small.

Ship Name: The Mutt
Class: Frigate
Appearance:

Originally entered service as an Ion Cannon Frigate of the 6th fleet, "Mutt" was heavily damaged in its first engagement due to reckless action on behalf of its captain, and most of its crew was lost, refitted as a standard assault frigate and given to a new recruit, it is hoped that its new commander will treat her right.
Hardpoints: 4
- Point Defenses
- 2 heavy cannons
- ESM pod



Player: TheWildHost
Name: Dylan C. Barlow
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Personality: Funny, but can become a total douch at times, Stern, hard headed
Nationality: European Federation (Swiss)
Rank:
Appearance: Tall, Brown Shaved hair, Green eyes, Muscular, Decent looking. He has slightly curved pinky's (Only noticable if he puts his hands together pinky to pinky)
Bio: Dylan hails from a family of Crewmen, he is the first to become captain, thus he feels he should bring the family pride. He enlisted at 20, due to family and self crisis. He hails from a very rich family with many holdings in Alliance ship design, an by an unusual coincidence they were primary designers of the Night Crawler. On his admittance to Fort Norton, Dylan Swore he would not Fail the Alliance with this unusual "Jack of All Trades" ship.


Ship Name: The Night Crawler
Class: Cruiser
Appearance:

Another prototype newly added to the Alliance Roster. With its multipurpose load-out and comfortable interiors, this ship is designed for long patrols along the Badlands, and destroying those who dare cross the border.

Hardpoints: 8
- 2 Alpha-class Heavy Cannons
- 2 Flack Cannons
- ESM Pod
- Launch Bay (Strike Fighters)
- 2 Titan Pattern Torpedo tubes

Bio: A fairly new vessel, it is meant to provide support to other ships in all aspects of combat. The ship is a virgin to battle, Dylan being the first to command this "Ranger" Class Cruiser. Dylan Specifically requested modifications in the form of the installation of the ESM and Launch bay.


Name: Joesph Inkheart
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: Serious
Nationality: British
Rank: Officer Cadet/ Lt Commander (this is the only part of character creation I set.)
Appearance: Tall and heavy set, with a military buzz cut and deep blue eyes.
Bio: One of the few remaining cadets left from humanitys homeland, Joseph was born into a caste of high ranking nobles. Unfortunatly he was severly injured at a young age by a rusty pocket knife, the screeching of the knife extending is his only fear. He was them on home schooled before heading to officer acadamy. From there he begain to date a girl of similar age, they went through the school together and ended up knowing each very well. But as all things must, it ended. She fell for another man. This tore the heart from Joesphs chest, and he made a vow never again to plege himself to another. All of this has led him up to the point today, ready to graduate.

Ship Name: Havok
Class: Destroyer
Appearance: Broad winged and sleek
Hardpoints: Ion cannon (Wing mounted)
Ion cannon (Wing mounted)
ESM pod (Internal)
Interceptor hanger. (Rear facing)
Heavy cannon (Side facing)
Heavy cannon (Other side facing)
Bio: A relatively old ship it has been in service for near on 30 years, it is armed with a large amount of high power weapons capable of devastating all kinds of ships, and has limited defence for its self from strike craft and torpedos. Credited for 20 confirmed ship kills and damagins 3 score more, the vessel has seen alot of action, and engine 3 (of 4) is malfunctioning, and in need of dry dock to fully repair it, even though of this problem the ship can still move a 90% of normal speed when not charging the shields and cannons, in combat it can reach 75% of normal speed. The crew are a uneven mix of rookies (lots) and veterans (few).

Prologue: A shared Dream

Seven years ago.

The Vangaurd shuddered as its old frame took another hit and warnings of hull breaches flickered into life on Commander Sharpe's tactical display, she ignored them, all of her crew had already evacuated, it was just her and sammy left now.

Fires blazed throughout the converted ship, and the whole thing was lit by the deep red of emergency lighting, the klaxons had cut out long ago.

Far ahead of the stricken carrier, the lone Pirate Dread was trying to turn broadside on to it's prey, revealing the huge wounds that vanguard itself had managed to inflict despite how massively outclassed and outnumbered it had been when the the attack began.

'Thats right," she hissed at her lone opponent, "you didn't expect this old girl to have teeth, did you? You though we were easy pickings didn't you you Flecker."

"Commander? please repeat," Samantha's synthesized voice replied, the ships AI was far to literal in its obedience, and still had trouble understanding when its Commander was speaking to herself

Sharpe spat onto the deck, distantly noting that the majority of it was blood, before wiping her mouth.

"That Feckler will finish us off with his next volley, lets give him a bloody eye before we die. Target the bridge, both tubes, fire on my Mark."

"Torpedoes Loaded, commander." Sammy replied "ready to fire."

Bright flashes flickered from the Dreadnought's main guns just as Sharpe yelled "fire!"

Maya had just enough time to see her last two torps burst from their tubes before heavy cannon rounds impacting with her bridge threw the young officer from her command chair and filled the command centre with flames.


Fort Norton Command Officer Training Academy(Formerly Le Ceto)
South of France
Earth

Admiral Sharpe awoke clutching her face tightly with both hands, even now she could still feel the heat radiating from them, as if she had been burned just yesterday.
She sat up goggily, pressing her fringe away from her eyes as she surveyed her room, her rank meant she was given far more from than any one person could ever need, and furniture that probably cost more than the Navy would be willing to admit. Sharpe hated it. She preferred the cramped quarters aboard her ship, hearing the hum of the Ion Drives at the very cusp of hearing, knowing the Old Girl was still alive.

Her eyes traveled across an old recruitment poster, featuring a young and unscarred version of herself showing far too much cleavage for her liking no she was older, the uniform she had worn for those shots was nowhere near regulation standard and damn cold too. The words "I want you for the Alliance Navy." was stenciled below like an afterthought, Well yes she wanted people to join the Navy, she just didn't want to think of what they did with the posters once they had enlisted.

Moving quickly on she skimmed over her Formal Uniform that her batman had hung on the hook beside the wardrobe., Ah, That was right, it was graduation time for all the little probies under her tutoring, today they would get The Sword.

That was the reason most stuck out with training for so long, patriotism and duty would get them through the door, but the desire for The Sword was what kept them there. The Sword fully deserved the capital letters, it was the ultimate status symbol in Alliance Space, it proved that the bearer had mastered the most difficult and brutal training regimes known to man, that they could think in three dimensions at once and make command choices that the entire Alliance rested on quickly and without doubt.

Plus it'll get you laid on almost every planet without effort, and you'd never have to buy a drink in a local pub again. Thats what her father had said anyway, before mother had shushed him.

Sharpe showered and dressed into her formal attire quickly, clasping her sword belt around her waist last and smiling to herself as she did so, everyone of her cadets had felt the side of the scabbard more than once during lectures and training exercises, it accurately and forcefully displayed her displeasure and reminded them of what they had to gain. Not a single one of them had dropped out or scored less then 89% in their final exams. Some of the other Trainers called her ruthless, but she cared for her cadets, they would bee putting their lives on the line for the good of humanity, she would be doing them a disservice if she didn't ensure they knew how to function at their best.

Her cap went onto her head brim first after she had formed her hair into her trademark braid, the familiar indulgence was soothing after the shock of reliving her scarring in her dreams, and she showed no sign of trouble as she stepped out into the Command staff section of the Academy Living Area, the Marines on duty snapped to attention as she passed with crisp salutes.

"As you were." she said to them as she returned the salute, dawn was just breaking as she stepped outside onto the parade ground, walking around the massive space on her way to the cadet quarters, her experienced eye already seeing where every man and women would stand during the ceremony, if no one screwed it up out of nerves of course.

Another Salute to the guard outside the smaller building and the usual panic amongst those inside and already awake at the sudden arrival of a senior officer in their mist. Sharpe ignored them, they were first and second years and not her problem.

She took the stairs to the top floor two at a time until she came to the floor labeled "Final Year." this she pushed open to enter the common area of her latest batch of students, one that would not have looked out of place at some penthouse in Paris, with the doors to their rooms lining the corridor that opened at the other end. Far better accommodation than the bunk-beds the First years were suffering through.

Sharpe swiped her ID card through the scanner by the door and picked up the Handset that unlocked, held it to her lips, stifled a chuckle with difficulty, then yelled into it, her voice magnified to terrifying volume by the speakers within each sleeping cadets room.

"Up! Everyone Up! Those who do not Fall in to the marked area within five seconds will be looking for their teeth! Get your asses in gear! Move!


(OCC: everyone able to make an intro post right now, please do so, Sillyboy, we'll work out your addition once you're able. And those without character sheets please PM to me so i can add them.)

(sorry if its not long enough,i just didnt know what would happen at da ceremony...thing.)

as issac awoke to the sound of yelling,he looked around. sh*t,he overslept. as he hurriedly got dressed and went to the door.as he was about to open the door,he stopped.a smile went across his face.he turned and grabbed his gloves.he was no longer some tribal like plutonian,he was a commander.he then rushed out of his room. he quickly looked around for the marked area, still hazy from just waking up. he then found and stepped in his spot and saluted.

"im here mam sir!" he yelled a little louder than he meant. as his fellow students fell in line to,he couldn't help but feel a little prideful. he cracked a smile. here he was,going to get his own Sword. from a back land frozen wasteland he was,yet he had made it this far. as his teacher walked past,he immediately stood straighter. he did not want to loose his teeth,he needed them for smiling and talking.oh and eating properly. as he turned and started walking at the order,he couldn't help but smile.only had to sit through a boring ceremony,and he would be sailing the stars and almost dying at the hands of merciless scum. and maybe he to would one day whack recruits with the flat of his blade.

(Are there to many people, I checked out the thread and it looks amazing)

TheWildHost wrote:(Are there to many people, I checked out the thread and it looks amazing)

You should have posted that question there

Dylan woke up and looked around. He saw the empty bottle of scotch on the table, and a half eaten burger." Jack, you're going to get us expelled" He said out loud. He sat up and thought about today. He thought about the Night Crawler and it's sleek black hull. He took a deep sniff and realized his deep need for a shower. " Feth, hope I can take one later" He thought putting some deoderant on . Slipping a pair of pants and a hardly matching shirt on, he hustled out into the marked area and saluted, waiting for more information.



(I hope that will suffice)

Garan woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. This was one of the few occasions when he set an alarm, but also one of the occasions he couldn't be late for. The day he got his sword, and command of his own vessel. He had been awaiting this day for his whole life and now, finally, he would be able to accomplish his dream of exploring the stars in his own ship. He could imagine his ship now. The sleek black hull of the Void Phoenix, and the advanced AI computer system. He couldn't wait to gain command. Over the past weeks, since he had recived the schematics of his new ship, Garan had spent every spare moment he had familierising himself with his ship. 600,000 Metric tons, 1.1km long, and 600m wide. A computer core with storage in excess of 200 Yottabytes, and a processing core that ran of it's own fusion reactor. This ship had the best computer systems avalible to the Federation instaled in its mainframe, and had been offered to Garan on account of, as well as his exceptional performance at the training school, his natural affinity with technology and science.

He he got dressed, and checked over his dress uniform, ready for the ceremony later. He had just finished getting dressed, when he heard the admirals’ voice booming through the hallways. He opened his door, and strode outside. Outside, he saw his fellow cadets running around, and heard the panic of one of his class mates who had overslept. 'Garan!' someone said. He turned to see who it was, 'Good Luck!' the same voice said. His eyes swung left and right as he urgently searched the room for the owner of the voice, then he found who he was looking for. Kalar Harris was one of the training schools junior instructors, much friendlier than the senior staff members, and a good friend of Garan's. It was him who had showed Garan around when he first arrived at the school six years ago, and him who had offered help when Garan needed to revise for his final exam. He glanced to his friend, and turned back around. He ran out of his dorm room, and to the assembly point where the training officer, Admiral Sharpe, was waiting.

TheWildHost wrote:Dylan woke up and looked around. He saw the empty bottle of scotch on the table, and a half eaten burger." Jack, you're going to get us expelled" He said out loud. He sat up and thought about today. Such a huge day. His day. His family's day. His futures day. He thought about the Night Crawler and it's sleek black hull. He took a deep sniff and realized his deep need for a shower. " Feth, hope there is still hot water" He thought stepping in. Looking at himself in the mirror he rubbed his chin. "Clean shaven or rough stubble?" He thought pulling out a razor. He sliced off most of the stuble, leaving a little to make him look experienced." Im a captain, Damnit!" He said putting his uniform on. "And I feel like it" walking out he saw Sierra running to catch up with her friends. "Wow" is all he could muster. " Dylan!" Kayla said walking over to him "Oh hey" He said Sierra still on his mind. " Where is Adam?" he asked turning to his old friend." Oh he is with Kyle and the others" she said with a funny face. "Well old pal, it's just you and me" He said chatting to his friend on the way to the ceromony.

(I hope that will suffice)

RaptorsTallon wrote:Garan woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. This was one of the few occasions when he set an alarm, but also one of the occasions he couldn't be late for. The day he got his sword, and command of his own vessel.
He put on his uniform, and shined his shoes. He had just finished with his shoes, when he heared the admirals voice booming through the hallways. He opened his door, and strode outside. Outside, he saw his fellow cadets running around, and heared the panic of one of his class mates who had overslept. 'Garan!' someone said. He turned to see who it was, 'Good Luck!' the same voice said. His eyes swung left and right as he searched the room for the owner of the voice, then he found who he was looking for. Kalar Harris was one of the training schools junior instructors, much freindlier than the senior staff members, and a good freind of Garan's. It was him who had showed Garan around when he first arrived at the school six years ago, and him who had offered help when Garan needed to revise for his final exam. He smiled to his freind, and turned around to continue his walk to the ceremony. On the way, he met up with several of his class mates, and chatted on the way.

(OCC: I'm going to have to ask you guys to re-write these, as they have almost nothing in common to the post i made, there i laid out that all cadets are in the same building, on the same floor, and their training officer Admiral Sharpe is scaring them awake (or at least out of their rooms) has ordered them to line in in front of her within the next five seconds, so don't bother getting dressed into formal wear just yet.)

OH, sorry. By the way in you post awake should be awoke, PWNED( IM kidding you were talking about spelling and I could not resist)

TheWildHost wrote:OH, sorry. By the way in you post awake should be awoke, PWNED( IM kidding you were talking about spelling and I could not resist)

Look closer at the context, PWN BLOCKED. REVERSE PWNED. FATALITY!!! HARRAB WINS.

-_- Cheater you edited it it was She Awake clutching her face( She fell in love in the first place hmm hmm hm hm sorry I made a song connection) -_- I see how it is

TheWildHost wrote:-_- Cheater you edited it it was She Awake clutching her face( She fell in love in the first place hmm hmm hm hm sorry I made a song connection) -_- I see how it is

(Yeah, i realized after i posted that, i thought you meant my more recent post, and besides i said I'm not going to burn down your house about it. And a friendly RP tip, don't annoy the GM, you haven't yet but you're getting close with back-chat, now, ENOUGH OFF TOPIC)

I was Kidding! Feth now im going to be staring down 8( POssibly 9) ion cannons

BIC: …..Graduation…..

The sun crept trough the half closed window, Revealing a young beautiful woman. Her Bright blue hair, gleaming in the first light. The sun crept further in the room, revealing an organized, sober room. The serenity of the room suddenly erupted. Trix woke up as her alarm squealed to life, She quickly jumped out of bed, silencing her alarm. For the past six years she was always the first to awake in her group. It used to infuriate her, that people would spill daylight. Back on Aria people only had seven hours of light in a single day, and each second of the light was used to its upmost importance. But over the years she had grown accustomed to the different mentality here on earth. They weren’t wrong, just different. Trix stretched her body as she tried to disperse the last lingering sleepy parts. She placed herself on the ground and started her morning ritual of physical exercise. While she started stretching her mind flew off.

Today was Graduation day, she would receive her Sword and ship. It was a glorious day for the House of Zedong, not only would they continue their tradition of military involvement. But this time, the firstborn of the House was chosen to serve in the centennial fleet. Only the best were chosen and she would make her House proud. She had even received the honor of taking control of a “Paladin Cruiser”. One of the most vital parts of a fleet, the responsibility to keep everyone under her watch alive. She switched position and started her sit-ups. Meanwhile she looked to her desk with the holo-projector. Her internal data-processor connected with the device. The projector spinned softly as it showed a three dimensional picture of her very own ship.”Aslinde” she softly whispered while observing her ship. Her eyes followed the stark lines of the ship. Her internal processor showed her the specifics of the ship, manpower, speed, hull-density. It was beautiful, an intrinsic piece of art. Trix jumped back on her feet and with a fast command the holo-projetor went back to sleep. The Admiral would soon be here. She quickly entered the shower, cleansing her body.

Under the hot steaming shower she saw her own reflection in the window. And like everyone else the first thing she noticed was her Blue hair. During the Great Expansion one of her ancestors altered his own genitical composure. And for reasons lost in time, he changed the dominant hair gene into blue. Giving every member of her house the distinct blue hair. But that was not all he did, you could say the House of Zedong was eccentric, but they were no idiots. Reinforced tissue and organs were also implemented, a fact that made her extremely grateful for her ancestor. It made dealing with the spine breaking G-forces of fast combat bearable. It kept her arteries open so she wouldn’t faint. And the most important thing was that she didn’t had to worry about ‘Space Conditioning’. During the great expansion this caused the dead of many. People lived in ships for many years trying to get to their desired planet, in zero G conditions. This made their body’s frail, muscle composure lowered. And when they finally reached their planet, the gravity broke them down, blood flowed slowly, reaction times decreased significantly. But luckily her ancestors dabbling in his genitival composure made her immune to the ‘Space Condition’. And most importantly he reorganized the wiring of the brain, increasing the average IQ significantly. This made the house of Zedong Powerful on Aria. But more importantly for Trix, it made the difficult calculations of interstellar travel much easier. She was the only Cadet of her year to get a Jump Dispersion Percentage of 0.1 . If she had to admit, this made her unbelievably proud.

Trix dried herself and threw the towel in the basket. She pulled her uniform from the closet and got dressed. She observed herself in the mirror, she looked like a true Navel Cadet. She opened her door at the same moment as the Admiral entered. Trix stood at her designated spot as she watched her fellow cadets sprinting out of their rooms, trying to obey the Admirals order. The Admiral nodded at Trix as she saw her standing in position like every day for the past six years. Trix Answered the gesture, The Admiral was a hard teacher, every day she pushed everyone to excellence. Her methods weren’t gentle, but they gave results. Trix was proud to be a student of the Admiral.

Lord Harrab wrote:

TheWildHost wrote:Dylan woke up and looked around. He saw the empty bottle of scotch on the table, and a half eaten burger." Jack, you're going to get us expelled" He said out loud. He sat up and thought about today. Such a huge day. His day. His family's day. His futures day. He thought about the Night Crawler and it's sleek black hull. He took a deep sniff and realized his deep need for a shower. " Feth, hope there is still hot water" He thought stepping in. Looking at himself in the mirror he rubbed his chin. "Clean shaven or rough stubble?" He thought pulling out a razor. He sliced off most of the stuble, leaving a little to make him look experienced." Im a captain, Damnit!" He said putting his uniform on. "And I feel like it" walking out he saw Sierra running to catch up with her friends. "Wow" is all he could muster. " Dylan!" Kayla said walking over to him "Oh hey" He said Sierra still on his mind. " Where is Adam?" he asked turning to his old friend." Oh he is with Kyle and the others" she said with a funny face. "Well old pal, it's just you and me" He said chatting to his friend on the way to the ceromony.

(I hope that will suffice)

RaptorsTallon wrote:Garan woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. This was one of the few occasions when he set an alarm, but also one of the occasions he couldn't be late for. The day he got his sword, and command of his own vessel.
He put on his uniform, and shined his shoes. He had just finished with his shoes, when he heared the admirals voice booming through the hallways. He opened his door, and strode outside. Outside, he saw his fellow cadets running around, and heared the panic of one of his class mates who had overslept. 'Garan!' someone said. He turned to see who it was, 'Good Luck!' the same voice said. His eyes swung left and right as he searched the room for the owner of the voice, then he found who he was looking for. Kalar Harris was one of the training schools junior instructors, much freindlier than the senior staff members, and a good freind of Garan's. It was him who had showed Garan around when he first arrived at the school six years ago, and him who had offered help when Garan needed to revise for his final exam. He smiled to his freind, and turned around to continue his walk to the ceremony. On the way, he met up with several of his class mates, and chatted on the way.

(OCC: I'm going to have to ask you guys to re-write these, as they have almost nothing in common to the post i made, there i laid out that all cadets are in the same building, on the same floor, and their training officer Admiral Sharpe is scaring them awake (or at least out of their rooms) has ordered them to line in in front of her within the next five seconds, so don't bother getting dressed into formal wear just yet.)

Ok, i'll make some edits.

(Occ: Good post Silly, my only problem is the last section where you took control of the Admiral, could you edit that out please. Minor things like saying another character nods to you in the corridor is fine, but dictating major things is unfair to other players an derails the story with mine. The other Cadets still need to react and Sharpe's not done with them yet.)

Edited

(ooc: Not going to go too much into this, but there's still a whole bunch of errors in the main post [i.e. father better than? and benefit her rank])
EDIT: Spruced my post up a little.

Mark could not sleep. This was the day of his graduation, from all those years serving in the alliance navy, it was after this day that he would finally gain official command of his own ship. This meant far more freedom in the chain of command when it came to making key decisions, where some of his past orders have been noted as questionable by his former commanding officer as unnecessarily risky and utter bravado; however, have all paid off in the end. Reynolds was a gambler by heart, and he knew this. He thrives on pressure and snap decisions and finds high risk/high reward scenarios irresistible. When his commission was finally official, he had requested command of the Hornet which he had commandeered six years ago. When fleet command rejected his request and gave him the Horizon as his ship, Reynolds was sorely disappointed. His specialty was in fast raiding tactics with small stealthed frigate packs, not in large scale fleet actions.

He had reviewed the ship briefly several days before the graduation, it was a massive behemoth, it's size was just short of being a full dreadnought. However, the subsystems and reactors were substandard, far outdated compared to the modern vessel. It's Behemoth reactor only had 60% of the output of the newer Trinity reactor, with roughly 15% of that used to power the reactive armour plating of the hull, a defence system that has been superceded with the advent of adaptive energy shields, a perfected kinetic barrier envisaged many years ago. The ship also used up far too much space in fitting in ESM sensor modules and targeting arrays, whilst a newer vessel is designed with such systems in mind, the Horizon has to make do with placing these subsystems in odd locations, with massive unusable gaps in between, leaving major redundancies in the ship. Whilst this allows the ship to take far more damage as most of the systems can be isolated and bulkheads sealed, a ship of it's size cannot hope to engage a modern ship of equal size. An upside to this was that the new Tantalus drives worked beautifully with the old warship, enabling it to rival and in some cases best the top speeds of other comparable vessels as it could house more drives then a conventional battleship. The Hyperdrive was another subsystem that worked well, the Horizon could make it into Hyperspace in 0.41 seconds after all protocols were completed. One request that was fulfilled was the ship be fitted with Plasma Torpedo launchers. Reynolds had much experience with torpedoes, it was this weapon that managed to get him his former CO's recommendation for an officer's commission.

When the Admiral came barking at the final year cadets, Reynolds was already up and fully dressed. Looking at himself in full dress uniform, combat medals shimmering, he grinned, checking his teeth. "Commander Reynolds; it has a nice ring to it". As he looked around, he saw younger cadets scrambling around their dorms. Few had any medals to place on their dress uniform at all, youngsters with little or no combat experience. Making his way to the designated area, he awaited further orders.

Is mine ok now?

Snarky wrote:(ooc: Not going to go too much into this, but there's still a whole bunch of errors in the main post [i.e. father better than? and benefit her rank])

Mark could not sleep. This was the day of his graduation, from all those years serving in the alliance navy, it was after this day that he would finally gain official command of his own ship.

When the Admiral came barking at the final year cadets, Mark was already fully dressed in his ceremonial dress uniform. Making his way to the designated area, he awaited further orders.

Wow, you're right. After all i kept saying about spelling too. I'll make edits.

EDIT: much better Raptor, although you may want to proof read it yourself, I'm not exactly the best judge at the moment .

(OOC: Alrighty, just a quick one.)


IC:

Natalie could hardly sit still, and she failed to suppress a wide smile at the thought of receiving her ship and sword. In fact, she was so excited that she was already wide awake, despite the ceremony being over an hour away. For once, she was not indulging in the serenity of a lie-in. Fortunately, she'd gone to bed early last night, and was freshly rested for the ceremony and post-graduation party tonight. She couldn't wait for the proceedings of this monumental day of her life to commence.

She got up, and went into her rooms' en-suite bathroom, doing a little dance on the way. She turned on the shower and removed her night clothes, and enjoyed the warm water flowing all about her body. She closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards, allowing the soothing water to flow gently through her hair and over her face.

Manfred Kessler leapt out of bed with a wide, idiot grin plastered upon his face, his eyes twinkling with excitement. After months of grueling officer's training, Kessler was about to receive what cadets only dreamed of; The Officer's Sword. Ever since he was a boy, Kessler had spent many a long summer day pretending he was the captain of his own ship, defending the Alliance against aliens and pirates, blazing new trails across the stars, helping Humanity to achieve it's place among the wide gulf of space. Buttoning up his smart ceremonial dress, and placing his Alliance Navy cap upon his black-haired head, Kessler flicked on his radio, and soon the strains of Richard Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries echoed through his chambers. Approaching his mirror, Kessler did his best to suppress the giddy smile so prominent on his face by attempting to frown. The whole appearance was ridiculous, and Kessler opted to do his best to look so exited. He did not succeed. Triple-checking his uniform for wrinkles or stains, Manfred let the automatic door to the hallway whoosh open as he stepped outside into the brightly-lit corridor, enthusiastically greeting any passersby. Opening the elevator door, Kessler stepped inside, and hit the button to take him upstairs. As the lift carried his upwards, Kessler quietly repeated the names of the original expansion fleet, "Lincoln, Lewis, Clark, Pathfinder, Trailblazer, Mayflower, Ace of Spades..." As the elevator dinged to indicate he had reached the desired floor, Kessler pushed the door open, walking smartly into the designated area, barely suppressing his glee at the prospect of receiving his own vessel.

Brr Brr Brr.

The sound of the alarm statled Joesph, the constant droning echoing inside hi mind. Today was the day, the day he would gain command of his ship. He wonders about what sip he will get, a cruiser hopefully, perhaps a destroyer, after all he was a flanker in the rugby team. Gah! "what am i doing thinking about sport!" Sighing, he wanders over to his uniform and inspects it, checking for and problems, picking and pice of fluff of the chest and pulling a box of polish, he gets to work bringing his shoes and buttons up to perfection. Satisfied, he turns to the breakfast bar, and eats a bowl of cereal, placed there by his dorms computer.

Pulling on his uniform, he Walks to the door taking a final look at the room, only the deep crimson of his cadet suitcase blemishes the white of the room, he had packed the night before. Exiting Joesph wanders towards the lift, meeting nobody on the way. Entering the cermony hall, he stands with the other cadets, waiting for the admiral.

Natalie finished washing, resignedly turning the shower off with a curt voice command, and was answered by the dorm's AI computer acknowledging the request, and a few seconds later the water ceased to pour. She opened the shower door, grabbing a towel from the nearby rail as she did so and began drying herself. When she was dry, she returned to her main room, and prided herself at the emaculate state it was in. All the surfaces were clean, the drawes and cupboards empty - she had packed all of her belongings the night before in preparation to leave the academy. Forever. She sighed. This place had been her home for the past six years, and she had grown to love it, despite all its faults - not that there were many. She returned the towel to the heated rail so it could dry, and strolled over to her cupboard, on which her tailored ceremonial dress hung on a coathanger. She opened a nearby suitcase, pulled out some underwear and a bra, and pulled them on, before inspecting the ceremonial dress once more. Satisfied that it was as perfect as it was going to get, she began to put it on, the tightly-fitting clothes accentuating her body. She sighed as she saw this in the mirror, realising that she would be yet again drawing attention from over-excited students. While being fit and healthy was an important part of her life, it had the side effect of catching the unwanted glances of men, and the occasional woman. The D's didn't help prevent this either. Perhaps the one thing that might deter passing looks is the fact that she always eschewed make-up in favor of 'the natural look'. If people wanted to admire her, she wanted it to be because of any natural beauty God had blessed her with, not because she'd drawn on her face with Mascara - no point looking like a Raccoon - or applied fake-tan or any other insecurity callsign.

--thirty-five minutes later: graduation time--

It was time. Her navy-blue ceremonial outfit was contrasted by her neck-length blonde hair, which she preferred not to tie-up. She pressed the button on the wall, and the door to her room slid gracefully open, and shut behind her as she exited, and began to make her way to the designated location. She heard the Admiral barking over the intercom, and half-heartedly smiled; the Admiral had been a strict instructor, but Natalie knew and understood that it was only for their benefit. She was grateful to the woman for this, but she had no real cause to like her as such, and neither did any of the other recruits. She wondered what ship she would be placed on, and suspected a Frigate or a Cruiser if she was lucky - she was inexperienced and too young for anything bigger - at least, that's what everybody had always told her. She sighed once again at that thought, but took a deep breath, swallowed her pride and put on her smile again. Today was great, no matter what ship she was given, and she had every right to enjoy it. Yes, she was going to enjoy it, she decided. She carried on, and when she arrived, she positioned herself where she was supposed to be. She saw Trix, a friend of hers since the first class they'd ever had together, six years ago. They were the same age, and Natalie had fallen in love with Trix's beautiful, deep blue hair on first sight. She caught Trix's eye, and the two women acknowledged each other with quick waves. Others began to appear; joining those who had already arrived. She saw her friend Garan, a man eleven years her senior, famed amongst the final-year students for his astounding intelligence.

With that, Natalie waited for the proceedings to begin, trying to hide her excitement and nervousness which was causing her legs to shake ever so slightly.

as issac walked to the ceremony,he looked at his fellow cadets.all so high class and straight spined. it made him smile. he never cared for high class people,heck,he didnt even know some of their names. why should he? he was the only one from as low a place as him it seemed.he certainly seemed to care the least about this ceremony. give him the sword,give him his ship,let him smile and do his dang job. as he stopped at the grand ceremony and looked at his seat,he frowned. what would be his future? would his first mission be his last? would he be blown up?

he shook himself. he had been trained by a cold hard son of a gun who knew what she was doing,he was taught by the best,he would be the best.as he cracked a huge smile ans stared at his fellow graduates,he sat down and awaited the ceremony.

After reporting to the training officer for inspection, Garan changed into his dress uniform and awaited the start of the ceremony.

(It seems the rest of us have gone ahead to the time of the ceremony do I will follow your lead)

Admiral Sharpe walked up and down the line of cadets a few times, her fierce gaze ensuring that nothing was out of place, they were the highest achievers in the academy and thus would be given their swords by the Fleet Marshal himself. She was glad she hadn't told them that, it would have reduced them all to quivering wrecks. It had when she'd been told all those years ago.

Trix had some lint on her arm, Sharpe picked it off without comment, as the rest of her appearance was flawless.

"Stand up straight!" she barked at Garen, then gently used her scabbard to ensure his hands were exactly in place over the seam of his pants. There. that'd do.

She returned to the front, gave them all an approving nod, a rare event. Then came to attention with thye crash of Navy Boots.

"Graduation Detail. Attention!" she ordered, and nine boots crashed to the deck in perfect unison. Excellent.

"Spacings." each cadet put up his or her right arm to rest on the shoulders of the cadet beside them, and moved ever-so slightly so that they were equal distance, then their arms snapped back down to their sides. Drill-Instructor Barns would have been sobbing with pride right now.

Sharpe tuned on her heel to face away from them, now at the head of three rows of nervous, but perfectly drilled Cadets.

"By the right. Quick. March!" she barked.

This was it, they were on their way.


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"Thank you for joining us here on Alliance News Network, I'm Zak Williams..."

"And I'm Natasha Volk."

"Top of the news this hour is the Graduation of nine new command staff into our great Navy, We now go live to Fort Norton Academy where Lucy Bect is waiting along with thousands of others to witness the Graduation of this latest batch of Officers, Lucy, how are things looking?"

"Well Zak, its a fine summer's morning here in the South of France and the edges of the Parade ground are packed with civilians and families of those graduating, as you can see, a podium has been sent up for the passing out of The Swords, and if you look closely at the standard on the far right, i think you'll see that the new recruits have been given to a new fleet, as i don't think we've seen that logo before- wait, i think i can see them-, yes there they are! Marching in impeccable unison and led by no other than the renowned War-Heroine Admiral Maya Sharpe, I'm sure I've no need to go into what she has achieved in her years of service!"

"You'd bee a fool if you didn't know."

"Thats right Natasha, and we all know the Admiral has no time for fools, I'm not sure I'd like being in the boots of those cadets for the six years it took to get here."

"Yeah, she's a scary Woman. But she gets results, and thats what matters."

"Well, the Cadets have come to a halt before the podium and the admiral has told them to stand at their ease, I think we still have a few minutes until the Fleet Marshal arrives."

"Lets hope none of them screw up and earn a lashing from Old Fire Queen before he gets there. That was Lucy Bect from Fort Norton's graduation ceremony, we'll be back after these messages."

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(OCC Players may now make a quick post detailing their characters internal thoughts and perhaps sneak a glance at family members in the crowd, just don't move!)

Edit: ignore

as issac stood in his row,he didnt bother looking at the crowd. he had no family. he felt kinda nervous,but he smiled none the less. he deserved this. he no longer was some tribal kid crying as his parents died,he was a captain in the navy,and proud of it.he wondered how sharp the sword was.if he could,he would practice with it every day.

Well, I might post IC in response to that brilliant event of yours, Harrab, but I'm busy finishing up the new, even shinier version of the OP replacement.