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“all hands, prepare to launch!” The voice of the captain rang throughout the ship, the men and women on board readying themselves for the feeling of zero gravity, and they the weirder feeling of artificial gravity reengaging.
“jane”
“yes captain?”
“were the marines found?”
“yes captain”
“good” secretly pleased at the finding of the drunk crew, he would of hated to lose 4 highly trained and experienced men, after all, they would be looking for new worlds to colonise, and that meant exploring the surface, the task would require men that wouldn’t be too eager to fire at local wildlife. Turning and placing himself in the captains chair, he spoke a order to the crewmembers in the bridge to brace themselves. Bringing up a touchpad, he navigated trough the menus and found the order to launch the ship.

A siren rang out in the dock containing the havoc, as the oxygen rich area was being de pressurised, and the antigravity disabled. With a sharp hiss, the air was sucked out of the room, and the antigravity disabled. Every man aboard the havoc felt their body no longer affected by gravity, a odd feeling for the new recruits. Inside the bridge Joseph gestured a order to the watching AI to activate the ships anti gravity, which it did. All around the ship, the crew slammed down onto the deck, a few sustaining injuries. Now the great doors of the dock opened, like a great maw to the unending monster that was space. Next with a loud crack, the clams disengaged and the ship was no longer secured. Small convectional jets moved the ship out of the hold and into the beast. As the rockets fell away, the main ion drive started up, incinerating dust and debris from the exhaust is a bright orange haze, before it settled into the characteristic blue of a ion drive.

From the bridge, Joesph gave out orders to power the ship momentarily to full power, and then down to 2 thirds power, a trick he learnt in the academy to bring the engines up to maximum efficiently quicker. As this was happening the admirals message blurted over the radio, scanning open space for the Vanguard using the external optical cameras. Speaking to the navigator, Joesph asked him to bring them down to half power, and put them in lunar orbit. Thinking to himself `boy, I’m liking this captain malarkey, but I got a feeling the admiral has got something planned`.

Dang, I'd love to post as I have a lot to write about.. but I'm suffering from post-nap headache syndrome.

Can't write for my life right now.. ugh...

Darkvoidof40k wrote:but I'm suffering from post-nap headache syndrome.

Post nap headache syndrome?

Anyway, can i ask for some consructive critism on my long posts? I like to know how to improve.

as the mutt fell in its place alongside the vangaurd,issac sighed. he just wanted to blast off,but he had to wait on the others. as he stared at a star map of were they were going,he thought about what might happen. they would have those supply ships that pirates would want,but the dreadnaught would most likley scare them away. as he heard the other ships falling in,he looked up. hopefully they were leaving soon. smiling,he stood up and stretched.
"today has gone well...if i jinxed this ill hit myself...."

EagleArk wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:but I'm suffering from post-nap headache syndrome.

Post nap headache syndrome?

Anyway, can i ask for some consructive critism on my long posts? I like to know how to improve.

Post-nap headache syndrome - feeling really sh*t after a nap during the day.

Constructive criticism? Uh.. come back when my thoughts are coherant..

EagleArk wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:but I'm suffering from post-nap headache syndrome.

Post nap headache syndrome?

Anyway, can i ask for some consructive critism on my long posts? I like to know how to improve.

Apart from some minor grammar and spelling issues, I'd say you're doing great.

Lord Harrab wrote:

EagleArk wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:but I'm suffering from post-nap headache syndrome.

Post nap headache syndrome?

Anyway, can i ask for some consructive critism on my long posts? I like to know how to improve.

Apart from some minor grammar and spelling issues, I'd say you're doing great.

Yeah my spelling and grammar sucks, or as my teacher used to say "you got the ideas, but don`t know how to write them down."

@Eagle

You pleasently suprised me.

Keep it up...

Meanwhile, In the Armstrong Sector

The Wolf-Pack had been shadowing the Alliance Dreadnought for days now, staying just out of detection range as their number grew, one by one, as other Wolves slipped into the system from beyond the range of the enemy's Hyper-space Inhibitor, soon they would strike, and deal a heavy blow to the weaklings from Earth.

"Those fools," Thought Enforcer Malcoth, "They believe a lone Dreadnought Immune to our wrath, we'll show them that we are to be feared."

He Glanced across at Lord Sanguine, seated in the command throne above him, hoping for the gesture that would spell this Alliance ships doom.

Lord Sanguine was examining the enemy ship before them, oblivious to the danger that lurked at its heels, Then he glanced at his lieutenant and nodded.

"Wolf Pack! To the Hunt!" Malcoth ordered, and as one the Pack de-cloaked and fired.

The Alliance ship reacted instantly, coming about slowly as its shield flared under multiple cannon hits, the ion cannon turrets on it's spine flared with bright beams of energy as they sliced five of the frigates in half.

but there were many more where they came from, and the Alliance Dreadnought's shield failed under the onslaught and its mighty hull began to take damage.

Still the Dreadnought fought on, it's guns claiming ten more of it's attackers and now Torpedoes were screaming from its underside, splitting into a total of thirty deadly projectiles that would surely destroy the majority of its remaining attackers, but its time had just run out.

"Fire." ordered Lord Sanguine lazily, and his crew leapt to obey,

A beam of pure energy struck the unshielded dreadnought amidships, brighter than the distant sun and for a few seconds the Alliance ship resisted the titanic energies that had been unleashed against it, then began to break apart as secondary explosions tore apart its hull.

The Beam disengaged, the Wolf-pack activated their hyper-space drives and vanished, their task completed.

"This is Group-Captain Elson, Code red, reactors flaring, Hull integrity failing, All hands abandon ship, I repeat all hands-bbztfh"

for a brief moment a second sun flared in the Armstrong Sector, Then the Knight of Eternity was no more.

.

TheWildHost wrote:BLAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please take your off topic to discussion if nothing else..... also GM please awnser my question their...

TheWildHost wrote:BLAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, i have no idea what that means, but its not OCC or part of the RP, so cut it out.

Aliens, Heretics or Xenos, I care not which they are. Ion Cannons will fix them.



I had a very slight suspicion something like that might happen. Now it has.

Time for the Mutt to do its scouting methinks.

s'alright klimino, we'll be riiiiiiight behind you, over by the other end of the sector.

Natalie passed several people on her way to her quarters - mostly engineers and officers, although there was the occasional Marine or two, who generally smirked at the sight of the Private trailing behind her. Eventually, after walking through seemingly endless corridors and taking an elevator, they reached deck two - officers' quarters. It had been tradition for the Captain's quarters to be a large en-suite to the bridge for a long time, but due to fatalities from such engineering this was changed for the newer ships, providing a greater degree of safety for a ship's commander.

When they arrived at her door, the Private deposited Natalie's luggage in front of her. "Here you go ma'am."
"Thank you, Private," She replied curtly.
"Please, call me Tom," He insisted charmingly.
"You're dismissed, Private Tom," She ordered sharply, before opening her quarters and stepping inside with her luggage.

As the door closed in his face, Tom grinned. "Aw yeah, I'm in."


--

More later.

(OCC just a heads up that I'm waiting for those ships not formed up with the fleet to do so, but i'll only wait a little longer before doing it myself and making the fleet to leave the Home system, Also, they are not making a direct jump to the Armstrong system, the fleet will be making a quick stop-over on the way.)

ok, and pemission for the aslinde to jump first.... cause if you decide to throw somethin at us....I have the biggest survival chances, and can protect the others jumping in.

sillyboy wrote:ok, and pemission for the aslinde to jump first.... cause if you decide to throw somethin at us....I have the biggest survival chances, and can protect the others jumping in.

Perhaps another time, for the first jump, everybody goes.

Going to write up a post now, detailing The Pioneer forming up with the rest of the fleet.

Executive Officer Lieutenant LeGuin sat in his command chair on the bridge of The Pioneer, eager to depart. Word had reached him that Captain Rose was aboard the ship and he wondered what was taking her so long - his excitement was turning into impatience. He had already had all crew and Marines recalled more than an hour ago, he'd already had the AI run and re-run every single diagnostic possible and had ensured that their ammunition stocks and miscellaneous supplies were at optimum capacity.

Yet they still remained docked. At this rate, they were going to be the last ship to join the rest of the fleet. He casually noted from a nearby monitor that there were still a few other members of the Centennial Fleet docked - they still had time to yet save themselves from the embarrassment of being last to leave. Hell, this ship was the pride of the Martian technicians and engineers - a pinnacle of technology, three years in the making. They couldn't disappoint now.

Then the bridge communicator sounded and the softly spoken words of their commander filled the room.
"This is Captain Rose to the bridge, status?"
LeGuin smiled, "Finally," He muttered under his breath before replying, "This is Lieutenant LeGuin, the ship's as ready as she will ever be and we can depart as soon as you give the word."
"Very good Lieutenant, begin undocking at your leisure and I'll join you shortly. Rose out."

About damn time, he thought. "Alright, release docking clamps, fueling umbilicals and support pylons," He ordered.
"Released sir," Ensign Brooks replied from the helm.
"Time to get this show on the road. Brooks, fire up the maneuvering thrusters, one-quarter thrust - lets take this slowly, the Admiral will gut us if we so much as scratch the paint on this beauty."
"One-quarter thrust, engaged," Brooks acknowledged as the ship began to move steadily backwards.
"Ops, engage artificial gravity generator and advise station command to open the hangar doors," LeGuin ordered Ensign Lee at the Operations control station on the slightly raised platform to his left.
"Way ahead of you sir, gravity already engaged and doors opening," Lee replied with a grin.
"Comms, send our regards to Bob and his commanding officers, extending our thanks for their hospitality," LeGuin ordered Junior-Lieutenant Raul at the Communication station.
"Consider it done sir."
"What's our weapon status, Chief?" He asked Master Chief Price - a very important and influential man aboard The Pioneer. He was their Chief of Security, tactical officer, commander of the Colonial Marine forces aboard the ship and Marine liaison officer when dealing with internal affairs concerning security and military operations and rulings. He was a heavily-built and very experienced man, having spent eighteen of his forty years in service as a Marine, having served aboard a dozen different ships in his time.
"Weapon systems offline as-per Ready Condition Three," The Chief replied.
"Duly noted, lets keep it that way."

A minute later and the intimidatingly large vessel had cleared the station. Half a minute after that and they had matched course and speed with the rest of the fleet.

After orbiting above the Spawning from of Lunar Base Joan d'arc for ten minutes, the 14th fleet had finally gathered its entire strength above that historic site, the Horizan lagging behind slightly as its old frame tried to keep up with the newer vessels, and while she was waiting Sharpe increased magnification to examine the European flag that covered the main done, a feeling of pride in her chest.

They had been the first to realize their shared potential and she smiled as she remembered the battle cry all Europeans were taught when they joined the military

"For Europa! For your brothers! For Your family! Know why you are here!" Fleets drawn extensively from that country still used it as a rallying cry today.

"Admiral, the fleet is assembled and ready to move out." Sammy informed her tactfully, appearing at her side with her usual suddenness, Sahrpe nodded and returned the view screen to its default setting.

"Vanguard to all ships, we are moving with best possible speed to the jump point near Pluto's orbit, maintain defensive formation and begin charging your hyperdrives. Vanguard out."

Then she activated her internal comm, "Captain Volk, if you would?"

"Da, Admiral" the Captain located within the ESM module perched on the ships underside triggered her own comms to the fleet, and spoke with a commanding tone.

"This is Captain Volk, Fleet Intelligence, our task will be to analyze all sensor data and generate Mission Objectives, we are also responsible for maintaining the Battle-Net in combat, please connect your tactical displays to mine and be on alert for mission updates. Fleet Intelligence out."


Following their admiral, the 14th fleet broke orbit like they had done so a hundred times, the little cluster of ships gathering speed as they moved away from mankind's birth place and deeper into the void.

"This is Death Jester to the 14th fleet, Good luck and God speed." Hailed an American Destroyer squadron as the new fleet passed, other Alliance ships were quick to wish the new members luck

"This is Queen Victoria 2, Give them hell out there 14th, The Alliance Stands!"

"Farsighted here, make us proud 14th!"

"Matterhorn here, The Alliance stands!"

"This is Day of Judgment, let us know if any bullies try anything, and big brother will answer the call. Stay safe."

Well-wishes and support followed the fleet through the Home System, then as they crossed the outer line of defense stations, energy flared across their hulls and the fleet vanished into hyperspace, as if they had never existed at all.


Nine Hours later, the Aria system.

With a silent roar and storm of energy, the 14th fleet returned to real-space in impeccable formation, despite the fact several of the captains had taken advantage the length of the journey to celebrate their commissions, they would be nursing headaches later Shapre mused.

"Priority alert!' Volk interrupted, her voice tense, "We have detected signs of combat above the Planets surface, multiple capital ships class vessels detected, large debris ring formed in lower Aria orbit. We are receiving a distress call, standby."

the comms crackled and then desperate sound voice of an alliance officer came on line.

"This is broadsword station to any alliance ships in the area, our fleet has been destroyed, multiple hostiles are closing on our position and we are under heavy fire, requesting support!"

"This is Stalwart Dawn, they are slaughtering us!"
"This is Crossbow, sustained major structural damage! we're breaking up! Mayday! Mayd-bzzzt-"


"Battlestations!" Sharpe ordered, "Run out the guns! raise shields and load both tubes, launch all strike craft! All ships move to condition one! Combat speed, our brothers are dying out there!"

You are now in combat.

Detected allies:

"Stalwart Dawn"
Paladin cruiser.
Hull: 4/8
Sheilds: 0

"Broadsword"
Orbital Shipyard
Hull: 12/30
shields: 0

"Fire Ant."
Ion cannon frigate
Hull 4/4
Shields 2

"Battle Bear"
Assault frigate
Hull 3/4
Shields 0

Detected Hostiles

4 Raider class cruisers
-3 Heavy Cannons

1 Overlord class Battleship
-4 ion Cannons
-2 point defenses

1 Tyrant class carrier
- 6 interceptor bays
- 4 Heavy cannons


Objectives
- Defend Aria
- Broadsword Must Survive
- Destroy all hostiles
-(secondary) All Allies survive

Delicious! Absolutely delicious! Although I was already in the middle of a post.. nonetheless, I'll just have to extend it to include the post I was going to make whilst we were in transition and then slap the combat part on the end.

Night Crawler
Ship Status:Battle ready, Raising shields
Hull: 8( I think)
Shields: 8( i think)


Aboard the Night Crawler
Alarms blaring, crewmen rushing around doing their combat dutys

"Enemys spotted!"A crewman shouted
"Switching to status 1!"yelled the XO
" All weapons loaded!" was heard over the com
" How Many and of what size!" XO says recieving the info on the enemys and reading it before handing it to Dylan.
"Weapons ready to fire sir!"
"Raise sheilds! Enemy fire will tear us a new as#hole if we don't! Hurry the feth up we are in combat! If you have a death wish then im sorry, because all of you under my command are going home!" Dylan yelled
"Shields raised! Enemy is preparing to fire!"

Preparing post now.

Heh, my post is gonna take ages! So leave some enemies for me to fix!

the mutt
ship status: battle ready,shields up,firing weapons
Hull: 4/4
shields: 4/4


"the feth! dang,teen years all over again..only in space. bring us down low! full throttle under fire ant! bring are cannons on that carrier harassing her! evasive mauvers! lets not get pummeled!" as the mutt sped on,issac bit his lip. as the mutt open fired on the carrier,he saw stike craft coming in. "get me trix! we need anti craft now! fire the point defenses! aim for the closest!" as they closed in,issac stood up. "drop drop drop! " as the mutt pushed downward with its engines,it avoided some shots. "dang...this is not are day. keep firing!"

Ship: Void Phoenix
Status: Battle Ready, Raising Shields, Firing
Hull: 10
Shields: 10


"KIRK," Garan ordered urgently, "Bring the shields up to full and sound general quarters! Condition 1"
"Right away sir" The AI replied.
"Brrrb, Brrrb, Brrrb, General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your battle stations” The alarm rang out through every room and corridor in the ship.
Oh Heck, Garan thought to himself, I didn’t expect combat this soon.
“Now you see why I wanted the weapons ready!” Garan said to KIRK.

“Fire Torpedo tube,” Garan said, “Target the Carrier”
“Ready defence lasers, and track those interceptors”
“Standby to launch strike craft, I want to get those interceptors neutralised first though. I want them available to launch as soon as I give the orders.”

“Kirk,” Garan said urgently, “Run battle simulations and combat predictions, I want to know how effective we will be. Also, stay alert for any hostiles warping into the system.”
“Already started sir” KIRK replied.

f*cking comp..ignore this...

Natalie sat on the soft, welcoming leather couch. She looked around at her new "apartment", letting the fact that it was going to be home for the foreseeable future sink in. It was also a lot bigger than the room with en-suite she'd enjoyed at the Academy. It had been nice, but this.. this was like luxury for her. She smiled. Yes, I think I'm going to enjoy being a Captain after all, she thought cheerfully. She idly wandered over to the stylised desk in the corner and pressed the red button on it. A computer screen slid up from within the desk and flashed on with a polite bleep.
"Welcome, Commander Rose," A low but soft, soothing, quiet male voice said as if from within the very walls. There was in fact some truth to this. The AI had just spoken to her for the first time.
"Hi. D'you have a name?"
"The crew have been calling me Caretaker."
"You're not like other AIs, are you?" Natalie asked perceptively.
"That is correct, Commander Rose. I assume you managed to guess that due to your highly inquisitive and curious nature."
"What?"
"Oh, forgive me Commander Rose, I have been analysing your file, after all, we are going to be spending a very long time together."
"Who programmed your voice and personality? It's disarming but relaxing."
"I was programmed with you in mind - In fact I was the last componant to be installed into The Pioneer. I'm pleased that you like me."
"You seem somewhat.. tamer.. than a lot of AIs that I've met before."
"I am a new type of AI. I am increasingly more intelligent, perceptive and more aesthetically pleasing than many of my older "cousins" as it were. I am sentient like all other AIs, however I have been programmed with strict directives on how to operate, although I have a great deal of freedom and choice as to how I carry out said directives. I'm I've gotten you interested now, so I've just brought the directives up on your monitor screen and I'm sure that they are all to your satisfaction, Natalie - I assume you don't mind me calling you by your first name in private as it relaxes you and makes you more at ease."
Natalie almost laughed as she was reading the directives, "Now who's perceptive?"
"Natalie, you may like to know that the bridge crew - Lieutenant LeGuin in particular - are eager to set sail, so to speak."
"In that case Caretaker, could you please open a comms link to the bridge?"
"Of course, seeing as how you asked so nicely," Caretaker replied, a hint of humor in his voice.
"Don't get cheeky Mr. AI, you've got a ship to run."
"I thought that was in your job description?"
Natalie's expression changed to one of growing frustration, knowing that Caretaker could see perfectly well.
"My apologies, just a bit of fun. Comlink open."
"This is Captain Rose to the bridge, status?" Natalie asked.
"This is Lieutenant LeGuin, the ship's as ready as she will ever be and we can depart as soon as you give the word," Came the answer.
"Very good Lieutenant, begin undocking at your leisure and I'll join you shortly. Rose out," Natalie replied. She grinned as it hit her. That was her first order. Pleased, she began to unpack her belongings, taking her time to make her new quarters homely.

--

LeGuin smiled at all of the friendly and encouraging comments they were receiving from other ships and formations as their fleet broke orbit and headed out into the darkness of space.
A fleet-wide communique from a 'Captain Volk' requested that they all link their tactical displays to him aboard the Vanguard.
"Make it so, Ensign Lee."
The young Asian man did as he was instructed.
Soon it was time for the Hyper-jump and the good Captain still hadn't shown herself. LeGuin sighed.. it's not like it actually mattered that much; he enjoyed having the bridge all to himself, but it just wasn't right that the Captain wasn't next to him on their first voyage.
"Ensign Brooks, bring the Hyperdrive online and match course with the Vanguard. We want to make sure we go where they're going."
"Yes sir," Brooks replied, tapping the touch-screen of his console to carry out his instructions.
"Going to Hyper space in five, four.." Caretaker counted as one by one, the hulls of the ships in front of them were covered in energy before disappearing into a tear in space.
"..Three, two.."
LeGuin smiled. "To boldy go where no man has gone before," He whispered.
"..One. Hyper drive engaged, entering Hyper space." As Caretaker spoke, space disappeared and the view screen was filled a with blue and black blurr that was space; unregonisable from within the hyper corridor that the fleet now traveled through.

Just then, the elevator door slid smoothely open and a delicate-looking woman stepped through, onto the bridge. She was wearing full ceremonial uniform and had a sheathed sword strapped on her side, neck-length blonde hair looking pristine. Ensign Raul was closest to the elevator and first to react with a practiced and prepared call of "Captain on the bridge!"
All of the crew members immediately stood and saluted their commander. "At ease," She ordered softly as she walked over to her Captain's Chair and sat in it. She swivelled around in it slowly. "It swivells.. good. Well Lieutenant, everything seems to be on order here," She said as she turned to her second-in-command. "Allow me to congratulate you on our first hyper jump."
"I'm glad you approve," LeGuin replied.
"Right, give me the full run down, I want every diagnostic and system on this ship checked and checked again. We're going to make sure this ship is in perfect shape," Natalie ordered.
"I already checked back at the station--" LeGuin began, but Natalie cut him off. "Do it again please. It's not satisfactory until I see it with my own eyes."
The first sets of data appeared on each bridge officer's console and they began to go through it, checking every single detail over and over again as the data stream turned into a continuous flow, then a flood.
"Caretaker, alter data flow to more controllable levels please," Natalie ordered the AI.
"Apologies, Captain Rose, I will not make the same mistake again," Caretaker apologized.

As an hour went by in more-or-less silence, Lee piped up. "Erm.. Captain.. I heard there's going to be a post-graduation party tonight to celebrate your new command."
Natalie turned to face the Ops officer. "You heard correctly. But it's not just my celebration, it's in celebration of this ship, this fleet and a hundred years of peace between the nations of Earth. Hopefully it'll provide the crew with some fun as well."
"You bet it will, "LeGuin piped up, "We've got three-hundred caskets of Mercury's finest alcohol!"
"When you say 'finest' Lieutenant, you mean 'strongest'?"
"Sort of. It tastes bloody good as well!" LeGuin could already tell that the bridge crew were all going to get along great.

Three hours into the Hyper jump, Natalie made an announcement to her staff. "Well, we've sat around analysing data for more than long enough, I say it's time to get the party started!"
"Here, here!" LeGuin replied, leaping out of his chair.
"Caretaker, take over control of the ship," LeGuin ordered the AI.
"As you wish, Lieutenant," Caretaker's soft, seductive voice spoke once again.

--

Four hours into the hyper jump. Party time. Two whole adjacent cargo bays had been cleared specifically for this, the others being crammed fuller than full with supplies. A stage with a DJ set had been set up, with massive speakers either side. A bar had been set up near the back and a pantheon of fancy lights and a disco ball had been set up. Music was playing full blast. Everyone was dressed to fit the occasion and the entire ship had been left in the caring hands of Caretaker.

Natalie Maria Rose was dressed in a very expensive and stylish red dress and she had dug out her finest perfume for the party. She smiled as she saw herself in the mirror, before heading to the party.

LeGuin and Price were both dressed very differently. The Lieutenant had opted for a fancy suit, whilst the Master Cheif had gone for a much more "rough" look, wearing a leather jacket and jeans. With his shades, red bandana and goatee, he really looked the part of a biker of old. Everyone had an intoxicating drink in hand and were partying like eighteen-year-old school graduates without a care in the world.

Natalie and LeGuin had delivered a rousing speech on the stage before allowing the party to start proper, which had been received with massive applause and cheering. The deafeningly loud music resumed and everyone got on with having a good time.

Natalie sat at the bar, drinking a Tequila, when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around and saw a certain smiling private dressed casually. "Care to dance?" He asked.
"Tom!" She exclaimed, downing the rest of the her drink, "Of course," She smiled, allowing herself to be carefully pulled to her feet.

And so they danced. Natalie couldn't remember feeling so calm in years - since before the academy. Just to be held in the caring grip of a charming young man, the simple pleasure of completely innocent touch.. it was perfect. She layed her head on his shoulder and smiled as he held her.

So it went on for hours, everyone getting more and more drunk and enjoying themselves more and more.

Not done yet, will post more in a bit.

I'm sorry to admit that it got quite rushed nearer the end, hence why I'm taking a break to do some stuff before finishing it.

Hmm, this will be intersting, will post in abit, but wont be able to post tomorrow, away allday unfortunately.