Fleet Command: Crystal Angels

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**lord commissar klimino**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Natalie nervously walked down the suspended corridor that lead to one of the many airlocks in The Pioneer's steadfast hull. She was in complete awe of the vast behemoth's sheer size - the ship occupied the second largest hanger in the entire space station. She knew that battleships were massive.. but this was beyond comprehension. She was so awestruck by the ship that she walked into the door at the other end of the suspended corridor, falling backwards on her bum in surprise, making a pitiful yelping sound as she did so. The door opened and a tall, strongly-built man in combat armor and holding a rifle looked down at her.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" He asked in a friendly voice, a smile playing on his lips as he observed the awkward position Natalie was in. He extended a hand to help her up before she even answered and she gratefully accepted it, allowing herself to be pulled back onto her feet.
"Thanks," She said with an embarrassed smile.
"No problem," The Marine replied. "Can I help you?"
"Erm.. Yes. This is my ship," She replied bluntly.
"Ah, so you're the Captain Rose they've all been talking about?" The man replied, foregoing formal etiquette and all of the saluting business, which relaxed Natalie somewhat. It also left her disarmed, but although her training picked up on this, she put her concerns at ease - she was perfectly safe here.
She blushed, "Yeah, but I didn't know that anyone was talking about me.. I hope I don't disapoint anyone."
"On the contrary, you're far more beautiful than any of the rumors suggested," The Marine replied charmingly, his deep hazel eyes locked on hers.
She blushed even more as she changed the topic, "Well.. uh.. I don't suppose you would mind carrying my suitcases to my quarters?"
"Of course, Captain," He answered, playfully emphasising her title as he slung his rifle over his shoulder and picked up her luggage. She glanced at his badge and replied, "Thank you, Private," as she walked onto her ship for the first time, a smile spread across her face.

the cat has a crush

**Darkvoidof40k**

Don't confuse flattery with seduction, klimino.

**sillyboy**

Seems...Natalie has low standards

**lord commissar klimino**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Don't confuse flattery with seduction, klimino.

shes blushing more red then the sun man

**lord commissar klimino**

sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

better than no standards

**Darkvoidof40k**

sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

You'd never believe it, but Trix is actually a transexual hermaphrodite lesbian.. in space!

**sillyboy**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

You'd never believe it, but Trix is actually a transexual hermaphrodite lesbian.. in space!

Why so cruel?

**lord commissar klimino**

sillyboy wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

You'd never believe it, but Trix is actually a transexual hermaphrodite lesbian.. in space!

Why so cruel?

cause he is an evil fething cat!

**Darkvoidof40k**

lord commissar klimino wrote:
sillyboy wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

You'd never believe it, but Trix is actually a transexual hermaphrodite lesbian.. in space!

Why so cruel?

cause he is an evil fething cat!

With Ion cannons.

**lord commissar klimino**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
sillyboy wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

You'd never believe it, but Trix is actually a transexual hermaphrodite lesbian.. in space!

Why so cruel?

cause he is an evil fething cat!

With Ion cannons.

and a overly nervous attitude

**Darkvoidof40k**

lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
sillyboy wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
sillyboy wrote:Seems...Natalie has low standards

You'd never believe it, but Trix is actually a transexual hermaphrodite lesbian.. in space!

Why so cruel?

cause he is an evil fething cat!

With Ion cannons.

and a overly nervous attitude

..Not sure what you're insinuating.

**lord commissar klimino**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:..Not sure what you're insinuating.

natalie is a nervous wreck in my opinion.

**Darkvoidof40k**

lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:..Not sure what you're insinuating.

natalie is a nervous wreck in my opinion.

It is in her profile - she has confidence issues. Okay.. maybe I understated a little. But she's under a lot of pressure you know.

Besides, this is a very different character than I'm used to playing - mine are usually unstoppable, male, testosterone-fuelled bad-ass killers! *cough*Shadow*cough*

**lord commissar klimino**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:..Not sure what you're insinuating.

natalie is a nervous wreck in my opinion.

It is in her profile - she has confidence issues. Okay.. maybe I understated a little. But she's under a lot of pressure you know.

Besides, this is a very different character than I'm used to playing - mine are usually unstoppable, male, testosterone-fuelled bad-ass killers! *cough*Shadow*cough*

and now your a young nervous,but smart female who is eye candy to perverted privates

**Darkvoidof40k**

lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:..Not sure what you're insinuating.

natalie is a nervous wreck in my opinion.

It is in her profile - she has confidence issues. Okay.. maybe I understated a little. But she's under a lot of pressure you know.

Besides, this is a very different character than I'm used to playing - mine are usually unstoppable, male, testosterone-fuelled bad-ass killers! *cough*Shadow*cough*

and now your a young nervous,but smart female who is eye candy to perverted privates

Oh just you wait. The plot has barely developed, save your assumptions.

But believe me, none of you will expect what I have in mind. Hah. Haha. Hahaha. Bwahahahahaha! *disappears into the night*

**lord commissar klimino**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:..Not sure what you're insinuating.

natalie is a nervous wreck in my opinion.

It is in her profile - she has confidence issues. Okay.. maybe I understated a little. But she's under a lot of pressure you know.

Besides, this is a very different character than I'm used to playing - mine are usually unstoppable, male, testosterone-fuelled bad-ass killers! *cough*Shadow*cough*

and now your a young nervous,but smart female who is eye candy to perverted privates

Oh just you wait. The plot has barely developed, save your assumptions.

But believe me, none of you will expect what I have in mind. Hah. Haha. Hahaha. Bwahahahahaha! *disappears into the night*

i swear if you betray us and blow me up,im going to come back somehow as a pirate raider in a dreadnaught and kill you sevral times over!

**Darkvoidof40k**

lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:..Not sure what you're insinuating.

natalie is a nervous wreck in my opinion.

It is in her profile - she has confidence issues. Okay.. maybe I understated a little. But she's under a lot of pressure you know.

Besides, this is a very different character than I'm used to playing - mine are usually unstoppable, male, testosterone-fuelled bad-ass killers! *cough*Shadow*cough*

and now your a young nervous,but smart female who is eye candy to perverted privates

Oh just you wait. The plot has barely developed, save your assumptions.

But believe me, none of you will expect what I have in mind. Hah. Haha. Hahaha. Bwahahahahaha! *disappears into the night*

i swear if you betray us and blow me up,im going to come back somehow as a pirate raider in a dreadnaught and kill you sevral times over!

Ah well, it's not all bad, at least you won't be in a Dreadnought.

Edit:

Anyway, no more posting for me tonight. Got work to do.

But I'll be posting a lot more side-story tomorrow, including the post-graduation party aboard our very own resident Pioneer.

**EagleArk**

Saying goodbye to his fellow officers, Joseph meandered to a nearby terminal where he accessed the map of the station. What he assumed was the AI told him that his ship, the havoc, was in dock 12. Downloading the map to his data slate meant that he could navigate towards dock 12. As he approached the elevator to the dock level, a group of drunk marines walked past where Joseph was. Because he had snuck into the shadows, and made note of their ship and numbers. After exiting the elevator he, paused, marvelling at all of the ships at dock he could see throught the window, hundereds of them, most of them cruisers and frigates, but 4 dreadnoughts at 12 battleships, fell under his gaze. Thinking to himself, he reckon that this must be one of the heavily defended place under alliance rule, after all,, it was positioned directly above mother earth.

Dock 12 was a small gate that hid the huge ship hiding behind it. Using the retinal scanner he entered the dock and paused at the sheer size of the havoc, and how aggressive it slim hull and gull wings looked. He began walking towards the boarding ramp, but soon the lure of absolute control over a large amount of people got the better of him, so he ran. Reaching the door the two veteran marines positioned at the door regarded him strangely, “commander Inkheart I assume”
“I am”
“Any particular reason why you were running?”
“The admiral is one scary lady; I don’t want to be late. Oh and send message to prepare the ship for launch, I want her in space in half a hour, anbody not on the ship in that time loses their job”
*marine grins* “yes sir!”

As he walked towards the bridge of his ship, he sees members of his crew hurrying towards their respective locations, and how few saluted on their way past, but the ones that did were like the ,bouncer standing at the front of the ship, veterans. He assumed the ones that didn’t, were the new recruits for the ship, he knew that many of the crew had been slaughtered when the ship was breached by pirates, and had sat at dock for nearly a year.

Entering the bridge ,he observed the 10 crew members sitting at their posts, a hallmark of a older ship, the fact that it was controlled by many men, and not the AI. Even so, while in dry dock, the computer core was reinstalled and equipped with a a new smart AI, by the name of Jane. Barking the order to the room itself, joesph shouted for the AI.
“Jane!”
A flickering image of a tall and finely dressed hologram appeared on the plinth infront of him, and spoke “yes captin?”
“will the ship be ready for launch in the next 30 minutes?”
“Yes sir, but 4 of our marines are off on leave, and are some of out most experienced men”
“Well find them and bring them to the ship!”
Turning from the plinth joesph regards the rest of the bridge, it was of medium size, but with all of the crew inside, it was a cramped space, his seat right behind the rest of the crew members, and made of a plush red velvet. Sitting in the seat he brought up the files on the 4 missing marines, “ah crap” They were the drunk marines he had seen by the elevator. Today is going to be a long day.

**sillyboy**

@Eagle

Nice, very nice.

**EagleArk**

sillyboy wrote:@Eagle

Nice, very nice.

Thanks!

**Mordoskul**

The Mk 3 Icarus Shuttle sped through the gulf of space, the blackness eaten away by the ion drives of the blade-like craft, it's needle-like shape demolishing the distance between itself and the mammoth form of the Silent Star. Kessler sat slack-jawed in his seat, unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of the vessel. He knew there were other Alliance ships far larger than the Sentinel-Class Cruiser, but the Silent Star was his own. The voice of a rather bored American male filtered in through the shuttle's com; "Shuttle Laredo, you are clear to dock. Please proceed to Docking Bay 2B, thank you." Kessler's left leg shook madly with excitement, twitching up and down as the shuttle entered through the massive double blast doors and into the Silent Star herself. Gliding inside, the shuttle touched down, rotating slightly to land perfectly in the designated space. "Lt. Commander Kessler, I believe this is your stop. Good luck, son." Said the gruff pilot of the Laredo, a smile twitching upon his unshaven face. "Thank you, sir. I only hope I can do her and the Alliance justice." With that, the German stepped down the ramp, and onto his vessel for the very first time. Dock workers and techs milled about, seeing to other docked strike fighters and cargo. The multi-tiered room was impossibly tall, forcing Kessler to crane his head back to get full view of it. Truly, this was a dream come true. Turning a full 360 degrees to take in the entire room, Kessler stopped as he laid eyes on a pretty woman in standard XO garb standing at rigid salute in front of him, her green eyes full with nervousness. Nearly shouting, she exclaimed; "Lieutenant Hermione Quil, reporting as your Executive Officer, Lieutenant Commander. I am to escort you to the bridge at one... damn it, at once. I hope you find the Silent Star to be satisfactory." Kessler smiled at her uneasiness, laughing lightly as he said; "At ease Quil, lead on, I have no doubt that I will find this fine vessel 'satisfactory'." The woman sighed with relief, her shoulders loosening as she beckoned for Kessler to enter the lift near them.

Like a giddy little boy, Kessler nearly bounced into the bridge, only just able to retain his professionalism. As one, the men and women on the bridge stood, granting their commander a salute. Snapping his heels smartly together, Kessler responded in kind, almost letting a smile escape his face as he paced for all the world like a miffed admiral to his control chair. Sitting into it lightly, Kessler told the crew "at ease", before running his hands along the elegant chair, feeling it's contours and grooves, stroking the perfectly round buttons with his fingers. Manfred sighed, letting himself smile as he turned to the crew, swiveling the chair about to address them. He stood, pushing himself from the seat as protocol demanded. "Men and women of the good ship Silent Star, I am Lieutenant Commander Manfred Kessler, and I am honored to be serving with you among the halls of this magnificent vessel. I only hope that through my actions, I may bring honor to both the Alliance, and this magnificent vessel herself. In the coming years, I hope to blaze new trails across the stars, and bring justice to any pirate or renegade that may lurk within."

**Lord Harrab**

On board the Vanguard's command centre, Sharpe gave a deep sigh as she felt her ship come to life beneath her, it had been too long since she had sat here, Sharpe knew she was a combat officer at heart, and while training rookies had been interesting, she knew where her true place in the galaxy was.

"Sammy, what's the status of the other ships in the 14th." she asked, as a holopad beside her chair flickered to life forming into a young woman in alliance uniform, Sammy had started life as a dumb AI, but the aftermath of New London had been good to her and her captain and she had received full sentience, something she had been profoundly grateful for and had become something of a friend to the Admiral, and not just another computer.

"All ships aside from the Horizon have completed preparations and are awaiting permission to launch, Admiral." Sammy replied, her chosen accent hailing from the Russian Steppes, "Also The Captain of the Night Crawler wishes to speak to you."

"He can wait, I'm going to speak to all of them in a minute. Chase up what's going on with the Horizon and have it sorted out."

"A Pleasure Admiral." Sammy replied, with a salute, then the holopad shut down. Sharpe triggered her comm.

"All ships, this is Vanguard, commence launch procedures and form up around me, make your speed one half and proceed to Lunar Orbit, we are now at Condition three. Vanguard out."

With a series of clangs that went unheard in the void, Vanguard's docking clamps retracted into the man hull of the station as its Ion drives flared, pushing the Carrier free of the yawing opening it had been sheltering in for so long an into the cold grasp of space.

They were away.

Ship Ready Conditions

4: Ship is inactive, only used when in dock, all systems are shut down.
3: Ship is active but not combat ready, used when traversing friendly space where there is no threat,engines and interior systems are active.
2: Ship is combat ready, used when on patrol and attack is expected, all systems are online.
1: Ship is engaged in combat. All systems online.

(occ: Once a Captain is in command of his ship, NO OTHER PLAYER MAY DIRCT HIS/HER ACTIONS OR THAT OF THEIR SHIP.)

**lord commissar klimino**

issac listened to sharpes command and shrugged at his crew. "you heard her,lunch this puppy,system 3." as the ship sprung to life,issac almost yelled his excitement.the feeling was unlike anything he had felt. as he looked down,he saw his AI come alive on the data pad.
"hello good sir commander." it looked like a young brit.had the accent to. this would be fun.
"yo,err...sir france. make sure this goes smoothly,after allits your job lil man." issac then laughed very loud.oh,his side.
"as you command,commander issac vanguard." issac stopped at the sound of his last name.he looked down and stared at his left hand. as he felt the ship launch,he ripped off the glove and stared at the tattoo. he hated this thing,but it held to many memories to get rid of.he felt himself frowning and did not like it. looking up,he put on his gloves and a fake smile.been a long time since it had been fake.
"commander sir,launch complete,heading to form up with the vanguard."
"good."

**TheWildHost**

"Red activate system three, proceed to lunar orbit" Dylan said changing the spped to half." red, what are our munition levels?"
"One tenth Commander" Red replied.
" Pray to Jesus no pirates choose to attack this ship today" he said. Looking down at his scabbard, Dylan feels a rush of pride,joy, and honor to serve the alliance.
" Sir" a crewman pipes up " We are behind the fleet, at this rate we will not reach lunar orbit until 19 minutes after the fleet. Permission to increase speed to catch up?"
" Red, request another Comlink with Sharpe. I would like to see what she thinks" Dylan says waiting for the channel to open.

**RaptorsTalon**

“Captain, the ship is ready for departure on your order” KIRK reported to Garan, who had now returned from his quarters to the bridge.
“Disengage docking clamps,” Garan ordered, “Go to condition 3.”
A loud clang rang out, as the docking clamps securing the Void Phoenix in place disengaged. The ion drives flared blue, and the Void Phoenix began to move.
“Navigator,” Garan said, “Bring us up to three quarters speed, and form up with the Vanguard”
“Aye Aye captain” The navigator replied.
“KIRK,” Garan said to his AI, “Prepare the armament and strike craft for battle, just in case. You never know when the Admiral might pull a surprise exercise. If she does, I want to be ready.”
“Ok captain,” the AI replied.
“You could call it condition 2.5 if you like.” Garan said.
“Captain,” the navigator said, “We are approaching the Vanguard.”
“Match speed with the Vanguard, and form up with the rest of the fleet.”

Garan hoped they would see some action soon, but willed it not to be something to powerful, wouldn’t want to lose the ship in the first engagement.

**sillyboy**

BIC: ….. A rocky start part 4….

Trix and Nexus lay in their command chairs, the screens around them showed the optic feeds from the sensors on the hull. They lay perfectly still, a complete contradiction to what happened in their mind. Trix was processing countless amounts of data, trying to get a clear picture of what her ship could do. Nexus helped by processing the secondary data on his own. Trix accepted the data files from Nexus. She was baffled of what he could do in such a short time span. She quickly attached the secondary information to the skeletal structure she had formed. She smiled as she connected herself with the holo-projector hanging from the deck. It projected a detailed copy of Aslinde, now floating around on the bridge. “Impressive.” Nexus thought. “25 seconds and she knew everything there was on this ship.” It seemed, that his acting commander was at least competent. His mind flew back to the disastrous Battle for New London. He could still hear the screams of his crew as kinetic missiles pierced the hull. It was all the fault of his ignorant Commander, throwing lives away, just for his own life. The memory disgusted him. He was pulled out of his memories as he received an incoming link. “Patch it trough, Nexus.” He complied and the model of the Aslinde disappeared. In its place came the stern visage of the Admiral.

"All ships, this is Vanguard, commence launch procedures and form up around me, make your speed one half and proceed to Lunar Orbit, we are now at Condition three. Vanguard out."

“Was that Admiral Sharpe?” he asked. “Do you know her?” Trix asked. “No, just heard about her.” He said, his problems weren’t the captains concern. “All you need to know is, if she ask do it. She’s not afraid to kick your arse if we don’t get the Aslinde up. “Hmm… I don’t have an ass left captain.” Trix laughed as she heard the officers joke. “You lucky man. Now lets get this bird up. She pulled a needle out of the bio-sustainer. This thing would feed her, by giving her the needed substances. As well as cleaning her body from waste. Which was really convenient in a Zero-G ship. The needle pierced her skin, its hooks opened anchoring itself in her bloodstream. She layed herself down again, her chair polarized keeping her stuck too her place, instead of just floating around. “Get us out of here, Nexus.”

The mechanical Clamps holding onto the Aslinde opened, releasing the vessel into space. Small ion thrusters pushed the Aslinde away from its docking bay. She felt the artificial gravity fall away. Her blue hair hovered above her head. All over the ship, her crew began to float, until they activated their magnet boots. Slowly the distance increased. “We’ve reached the zone perimeter, Ma’am.” Trix checked the output of the thrusters, they performed well. “Then let’s get going.” She plotted her course into a moon orbit. The engines emitted an intense blue flame that pushed itself to his coordinates. Her sensors showed a small vessel speeding past her. His ID number identified the ship as the Mutt. “Seems we’re not going to be the first.” Trix said as she watched the ship decreasing in size. “You want us took take his engines out, captain.” Nexus asked. “Don’t be foolish, he would be sad if he wasn’t the first one to get there.” “Too bad.” Nexus replied. For a moment Trix tought that Nexus had aimed for the ship of the Admiral, but she didn’t find a data trace. She dismissed it as her imagination going wild.

OOC: sorry for cutting it short, my friensd came, in the lst pragraph with some alcohol.................Ca't see straight. See ya tommrw.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Meep. I'll post in a bit.

**RaptorsTalon**

SHORT?????? That is plenty long enough.

**lord commissar klimino**

sillyboy wrote:BIC: ….. A rocky start part 4….
His ID number identified the ship as the Mutt. “Seems we’re not going to be the first.” Trix said as she watched the ship decreasing in size. “You want us took take his engines out, captain.” Nexus asked. “Don’t be foolish, he would be sad if he wasn’t the first one to get there.” “Too bad.” Nexus replied. For a moment Trix tought that Nexus had aimed for the ship of the Admiral, but she didn’t find a data trace. She dismissed it as her imagination going wild.

why am i always the butt of everyone's jokes?(mainly sillys)

**RaptorsTalon**

Because you have the smallest ship, and can't stand up to anyone elses ship in a fight.
People always pick on the weakest one.