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sillyboy wrote:BIC: ..... To the rescue...

The Aslinde jumped out of hyperspace. Quikly the sensors poked back out the hull and systems jumped back on. Inside Trix and Nexus were shocked. "How did it know our desired location." Trix asked. "I have no idea, but if it could breach our defences that fast...I'm not suprised." Trix took a mental note, to report this to the navy. Security-programs should get a lot better. Trix hooked herself back up with the Aslinde's interface, immediately her vision went red, the comm system was overflooded with voices, the sensors picked up high fields of radiation and debree. Trix quickly linked up with the battle net. "This is commander Zedong and Reynolds, we've just entered the system, please advise." She quickly recieved a data-feed showing what happened and what had to be done. "Nexus take defensive positions between the "Broadsword and the origination of those missiles." Nexus nodded as he set course. Trix was happy that even the abundance of missiles hadn't penetrated to her planet, and she even had incredible news for everyone. She opened a link with the Admiral. "What is it?" the Admiral asked. "I've got something you would want to see." she quickly transferred a video-log of what happened in the time she was gone. Then she disconnected and focused back at the situation at hand. This battle wasn't over yet.

Quick Question, how did you jump into the system, when the dreadnoughts have a hyperspace inhibitor active?

Super Flying Magic Potato Alien Space Ship In Space. That would be how he did it.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Super Flying Magic Potato Alien Space Ship In Space. That would be how he did it.

^^

And also...heresy.... can't do anything without heresy...

sillyboy wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Super Flying Magic Potato Alien Space Ship In Space. That would be how he did it.

^^

And also...heresy.... can't do anything without heresy...

Where's my stamp..

Here it is

Or it should be, can't get the pic to work.

Edit: Found a link that works! Might not be the same one though.

RaptorsTallon wrote:

Here it is

Or it should be, can't get the pic to work.

Broken Heresy Stamp is broken.

Edit:

Maybe not..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

RaptorsTallon wrote:

Here it is

Or it should be, can't get the pic to work.

Broken Heresy Stamp is broken.

It works!

RaptorsTallon wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

RaptorsTallon wrote:

Here it is

Or it should be, can't get the pic to work.

Broken Heresy Stamp is broken.

It works!

yup it does. its ink is blood,its words are lies truth.

You saw nothing, lest I stamp you.

OOC:

Egads, this does not bode well. And will everybody please stop spelling my ships' name wrong? It's The Pioneer, it has capitals and it has italics. That is all.

BIC:

Ship: The Pioneer
Status: Attempting to survive
Hull: 2/10
Shields: --offline--

--

Lieutenant Johnson instinctively reached for the laser pistol holstered at his side when the main Engineering doors slid open. He was relieved to see Alliance officers stride through the door and he relaxed somewhat.
"You in charge here?" The lead man asked him hurriedly.
"Yes sir, Junior-Lieutenant Johnson, Engineering, at your service," Johnson replied.
"Status?"
"On a scale of pancakes to 'holy crap', take a wild guess."
"I'll assume it's somewhere between daisy's and localised apocalypse."
"Sounds 'bout right."
"Back to business; the escaped prisoners are being contained and multiple teams are moving to support yours."
"The ship seems to be in good hands," Johnson grinned prematurely as the entire ship shook and everyone was thrown to the floor as titanic energies were released from the Fusion Core.
"You spoke to soon!" The man shouted over the rising sound of the core.
"No sh*t!"
Johnson stumbled to his feet and managed to reach the core controls. After several seconds of frantic tapping on the touch screen, the AI repeated a warning before the entire Fusion Core was jettisoned into space, to be dealt with by the other vessels.
"F*ck me, that was close!" Johnson exclaimed, knowing that if they had allowed the core to reach overload, then the entire vessel would have been instantly destroyed. Hell, the surrounding ships would certainly have been damaged as well, perhaps even destroyed.

With that, emergency repairs continued - everyone helped out; Marines included. They had to secure the ship and fast - it wouldn't last much longer in its current state. Fortunately, the sheer amount of internal and external work went a long way in helping to stabilize it.

Ship: Void Phoenix
Status: Assisting the Pioneer, Shields Up
Hull: 10
Shields: 10

The ship slowed as it approached the crippled battleship, the pride of the alliance navy looking like no more than a piece of space junk.
“Launch Boarding Craft,” Garan ordered, “Go save that ship.”
The hanger doors opened, and the launch craft flared their engines as they left the carrier.
“KIRK,” Garan said, “What is the maximum range on the repair Nano-ships?”
“400 miles,” The AI replied, “They could easily reach the Pioneer if that is what you are suggesting.”
“Good,” Garan said, “Launch the repair ships.”
The repair ports on the side of the carrier opened, and a swarm of over 200 Nano-ships burst out. These ships, each little over 50cm square, had the power to restore structural integrity to a ships crippled hull. They are fitted with an array of different tools, and are controlled by the ships AI system.
The repair ships swarmed over the hull of the Pioneer, closing hull breaches, and reinforcing welds. Desperately trying to stop the ship from collapsing.

Not exactly "nano" technology but I'm not complaining.

Nano compared to normal sized space craft.

Also, the way they repair the hulls is by releasing true nano bots (Extreamley Tiny), which then self replicate, and seal hull breaches.

(I love inventing Sci-Fi technology!)

Possibly just a bit too advanced for even a 110 years' time? Maybe?

Oh yeah this is what's saving me. *shuts up*

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Possibly just a bit too advanced for even a 110 years' time? Maybe?

Oh yeah this is what's saving me. *shuts up*

209 years actualy. (Remember the fleet has just turned 100, so 100 years after the dates in the OP.)

With a few breakthroughs in the science world, Nano tech is perfectly possible. Anyway, this is sci-fi, and we have already ignored real world science by having faster than light travle.

the mutt
status:helping the pioneer
hull:4
shields:4

"sir,repair bot working at maximum. marine teams helping with fires and evacuations."
"focus sll on evacuation of the bridge and other importance,then the crew. that ship is toast,just help keep it together til they have gotten to safety."
"yes sir." issac leaned deeper in his chair.what a mess. and it happened to be their shiny new battleship that was now nothing but space junk.
"next time i see her,ill thump her over the head and then congratulate her. that crazy freak." as issac looked around the bridge,he was glad it wasent him who had been a shield. his ship would be dust if he had. smiling,he thought about how fun it would be to shoot those missiles at someone himself."to bad there illegal."
"what was that sir?" looking at the young woman,issac smiled and laughed.
"oh nothing,just thinking about how the navy dosent have doomsday weapons. a pity that they get used against the greater good."
"err...ok sir" confused,the women returns to her monitor. smiling even more,issac looks forward at the view of the mangled metal that was the pioneer.
"hmmm...looks like a duck...oh,that most defiantly not a duck. wonder how natalie is panicking?"

"Broadsword, This repair Frigate Bravo, we have confirmed Reactor jettison at this time, at its current speed it'll be at minimum safe distance in twelve seconds, Over."

"Roger that Bravo, now get that ship to internal docking cradle seventeen, marines and repair teams are standing by."

"This is Alpha, we've managed to patch up the more serious hull breaches and everything seems stable, activating emergency thrust, Broadsword can you guide us in?"

with comically oversized engines flaring, the two frigates attached to the wounded battleship's hull started to maneuver the larger ship towards the Orbital shipyard in quick, controlled bursts, using their maneuvering thrusters to line it up properly, then with a clang that echoed through the station, the docking clamps seized The Pioneer in their tight grip.

"This is Broadsword, we've got her, scanning. Holy mother-, Yeah, She's going to be out of action for a while, extensive damage to the superstructure, Recommend the crew evacuate immediately to the holding area in case she fails completely."

As if to underline his point, the jettisoned reactor took that moment to explode in a rather dramatic fashion, bathing the Alliance ships in light for a second before it vanished like it had never been.

"And we're going to need to get her another one of those." Broadsword finished lamely.

Status Report

The Pioneer

Status: Stable, Crippled
Hull 3/10
Shields --Offline-- (Protected by Broadsword's arrays.)


------

"Dammit!' Steel Czar suddenly shouted, "My Inhibitor just shut down! Run a diagnostic, now!
"Raiden here, same here, I'm reading fluctuations in the field, we have inbound contacts."
"this is Tombstone, mine too. What the hell is going on?"

Seizing this opportunity, a frigate suddenly appeared within the debris ring of the planet, and rocketed upwards and away from it, energy flaring across its flanks as it charged its hyper-space drive.

Then a volley of Ion cannon fire from Steel Czar cut it in half. Then a volley of Super-heavy cannon fire from Tombstone arrived a split second later and hardly improved matters for the tiny ship.

"Dammit Czar we needed it alive!" Sharpe snapped, as the debris from the marker ship joined that of the alliance ships that had also died here.

"Sorry Vanguard, force of Habit. But at least he didn't escape."

Sharpe sighed and lent back in her seat, "Yes, there's that, CIC, identify those inbound contacts, Hell knights shut your Inhibitors down until you can figure out what happened."

"Registry got a match ma'am, their friendlies, the Horizon and Aslinde."

Inwardly, Sharpe released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her cadets were all alright.

She opened a link to the two vessels, and exchanged a few words with captain, welcoming them back, when Trix interrupted with monumental news and a video feed that reduced the Admiral to a slack jawed stare.

They had Made contact with an Alien Race, and it would be coming here to speak with her.

It seemed that today would be one for the history books.

All ships stand down. The Battle-space is secure.

"bring the havok back towards the broadsword, the frigate has been destroyed"
"yes captain"
"oh and jane, how could the frigate have attempted a jump? I thought the inhibitors were up?"
"they momentarily stopped working, i dont know whether it was diliberate or otherwise."
"well at least they got the ship cut in half, belay the order to go back to the broadsword, were going to investigate the remains of that frigate."

At that moment the still sizzling hulls of the Horizon and Aslinde. Joseph was thankfulll for their return, but was interested which system them accidently jumped to.
"All boarding partys head to the shuttles, we`re going to that frigate"

You're boarding an utterly destroyed frigate? Wouldn't it be better to send a probe?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:You're boarding an utterly destroyed frigate? Wouldn't it be better to send a probe?

Perhaps not boarding, but investigating.

(Im at loss at what to do at the moment so im improvising.)

EagleArk wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:You're boarding an utterly destroyed frigate? Wouldn't it be better to send a probe?

Perhaps not boarding, but investigating.

(Im at loss at what to do at the moment so im improvising.)

Yeah, Sharpe will host a briefing about the Alien ship once i've got the next chapter sorted out. So feel free to role-play investigating the wreck and i'll chip in with what you find, Darkvoid, your character will be sorted out at the briefing, but if you want to head over to the Vanguard already for a one-on-one chat with the Admiral, feel free. It'll help me get my writers block shifted.

Meh.. I'll do some roleplay tomorrow morning.. watch this space.

*watches*

*still watching*

Chapter Two: Divine Retribution.

"and you're certain this is accurate?" Fleet Marshal Bastion asked, his voice surprised and slightly skeptical. Sharpe couldn't blame him, she'd had Sammy checking and rechecking the validity of the video feed provided by Trix, and the AI had been forced to admit it was genuine, and even Captain Volk had agreed. The Asline had, by the dumbest luck, made first contact with an Alien Race. She said as much to her boss.

Sharpe was sat in her quarters on Vanguard, her jacket laid over the back of her chair and her shirt unbuttoned a few notches as she rummaged in her desk for a box of matches, an unlit cigar in her mouth. She had stood the fleet down while she made this sub-space communication and had taken the opportunity to relax a bit herself. That she was taking to the Fleet admiral didn't faze her and she didn't care of what he thought of her being out of uniform, they were old friends and tended not to stand on ceremony when it was just the two of them, the Fleet marshal himself was in his shirtsleeves and was probably still working on that damn boat in his basement.


"Well, i must say its got the lice worried," he said, referring to the Alliance Council, "they were going to spend hours arguing on who to send as a representative, but then i mentioned that the Aliens were expecting to meet with you, they shut up about it, it seems they believe you the best qualified for the position."

Sharpe grunted, still looking for her matches, Then she swore and turned to the holopad on the corner of her desk where her AI stood, "Sammy, where the hell are my matches?"

"Have you checked your pocket?" The Ai replied,

"Of course i have, do you think i'm-" Sharpe pasued, and pulled a box from the offered location. There was a cough from the Fleet Marshal, it almost hid the chuckle.

"Fleck it, i've had a long day." she retorted and turned back to the screen with a now lit cigar in her teeth, "As my report indicated."

"Yes i've read it, fine job by all your officers, and i'll make sure the names of those lost are added to the Wall." Bastion replied distractedly, placing a mug with the Words "Number One Granddad" written on the side in french in front of the camera for a second, while in the background there was the sound of him rummaging through a toolbox. "Fifth Fleet is on its way to reinforce you and i've passed on your commendation requests to the committee, and on that note.."

The mug was moved aside and the Marshal's face returned, "I understand your "Star Pupil" had the Pioneer almost destroyed in its first combat action, scant hours after her graduation and already you recommended her for The Star of Terra. Our highest Honor that had thus far only been awarded to one person. You."

"She risked her life for Aria, as I did for New London, would you dishonor her simply because of lack of combat experience?" Sharpe snapped back, "Commander Rose acted with bravery and selflessness, the very keystones of the Alliance, as did every man and women within my command, i'd give them all Stars if i could!"

"Enough, Admiral." Bastion snapped, "We will discuss it another time. For now You have new orders, secure the Aria System and wait for the Arrival of the Alien ambassador. Bastion out."

The connection severed and Sharpe blew a smoke ring at the screen spitefully, Sammy chuckled.

"Allright, you heard the old fart," Sharpe said to the AI as she stood, "Contact the Children and tell them there's to be a briefing here in an hour to discuss this latest bombshell, nothing formal, but make sure they behave themselves on my ship."

"My Pleasure Admiral," Sammy replied, "are you going dressed like that?"

Sharpe glanced down, then did up a couple of buttons and grinned, "it'll help the lads stay interested, but no, i'll keep the twins under wraps this time."

Sammy laughed again, "I'll just send them one of the old recruitment posters and they can use their imagination."

"Oh shut up and get back to work you stupid toaster."

The Ai vanished and Sharpe returned to her seat, turning it so it faced the window and could see her scarred face reflected back by the endless void. And she remembered the flames.

OOC:

"Destroyed our newest ship? Have a medal!"

Good times.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC:

"Destroyed our newest ship? Have a medal!"

Good times.

In your defense you didn't exactly destroy it, just made a damn big hole in it!


Sharpe cares little about the actual medal, but rather the prestige and honor that comes with it, its also triggering memories of New London, so Sharpe's being rather more emotional than normal.

OOC:

For once my suicidal shenanigans have payed off.

OOC:... do we have to rp coming to your ship? (The 'children' were us right?)

Also Sharpe ^^

@Dark

If Trix was there you wouldn't even have a medal...

sillyboy wrote:OOC:... do we have to rp coming to your ship? (The 'children' were us right?)

Also Sharpe ^^

@Dark

If Trix was there you wouldn't even have a medal...

Yes I would've. The missiles would've been right on top of you by the time your point defenses were even close enough to destroy them.

Tss, only 36 missiles.... and yet you guys couldn't easily stop it....*dissapointed*