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48 Missiles actually.

"Hey Harrab, sillyboy wants us to leave him so he can prove himself alone against 5000 missiles!"

Darkvoidof40k wrote:48 Missiles actually.

"Hey Harrab, sillyboy wants us to leave him so he can prove himself alone against 5000 missiles!"

Bring it on, and throw a dreadnought in it....just so i can beat Dark.

BIC:....

Trix watched as the pioneer got repaired, hundreds of engineers walking over it's hull like tiny ants. Afterall in a galaxy so bign what are we more then dust in the wind. Trix looked up to her sensor when she recieved a warning. A thousand Missiles appeared out of nowhere. "Only a thousand?" Trix said "That's not even a challenge." "Well it's better then nothing" Nexus said. "I also could be just 48 missiles." Trix nodded "yea that would be such an insult." she opened a commlink with the fleet. "Don't worry, i'll take care of this." She closed the link ignoring the cheering and admiration of the fleets commanders. She knew that she was awesome, even Budha told her that once. "Ready?" Nexus asked. "Almost" she crawled into the torpedo launcher." she laughed as she got pushed out of the Aslinde. A godlike light appeared around her and all the missiles suddenly turned into cute bunnies who died because they couldn't breathe in space. She grabbed a coffee from the local star bucks station, free of charge ofcourse, when a dreadnought appeared in the system. "Not this again." Trix muttered. She flew to the gargantuan ship and gave it a uppercut, wich made it explode into popcorn. That night the fleet held a party in celebration of Trix with free popcorn... And everyone ignored the crying cat in the corner.

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sillyboy wrote:BIC:....

Trix watched as the pioneer got repaired, hundreds of engineers walking over it's hull like tiny ants. Afterall in a galaxy so bign what are we more then dust in the wind. Trix looked up to her sensor when she recieved a warning. A thousand Missiles appeared out of nowhere. "Only a thousand?" Trix said "That's not even a challenge." "Well it's better then nothing" Nexus said. "I also could be just 48 missiles." Trix nodded "yea that would be such an insult." she opened a commlink with the fleet. "Don't worry, i'll take care of this." She closed the link ignoring the cheering and admiration of the fleets commanders. She knew that she was awesome, even Budha told her that once. "Ready?" Nexus asked. "Almost" she crawled into the torpedo launcher." she laughed as she got pushed out of the Aslinde. A godlike light appeared around her and all the missiles suddenly turned into cute bunnies who died because they couldn't breathe in space. She grabbed a coffee from the local star bucks station, free of charge ofcourse, when a dreadnought appeared in the system. "Not this again." Trix muttered. She flew to the gargantuan ship and gave it a uppercut, wich made it explode into popcorn. That night the fleet held a party in celebration of Trix with free popcorn... And everyone ignored the crying cat in the corner.

...

.....what the feth?

... something wrong harrab

Lord Harrab wrote:

sillyboy wrote:BIC:....

Trix watched as the pioneer got repaired, hundreds of engineers walking over it's hull like tiny ants. Afterall in a galaxy so bign what are we more then dust in the wind. Trix looked up to her sensor when she recieved a warning. A thousand Missiles appeared out of nowhere. "Only a thousand?" Trix said "That's not even a challenge." "Well it's better then nothing" Nexus said. "I also could be just 48 missiles." Trix nodded "yea that would be such an insult." she opened a commlink with the fleet. "Don't worry, i'll take care of this." She closed the link ignoring the cheering and admiration of the fleets commanders. She knew that she was awesome, even Budha told her that once. "Ready?" Nexus asked. "Almost" she crawled into the torpedo launcher." she laughed as she got pushed out of the Aslinde. A godlike light appeared around her and all the missiles suddenly turned into cute bunnies who died because they couldn't breathe in space. She grabbed a coffee from the local star bucks station, free of charge ofcourse, when a dreadnought appeared in the system. "Not this again." Trix muttered. She flew to the gargantuan ship and gave it a uppercut, wich made it explode into popcorn. That night the fleet held a party in celebration of Trix with free popcorn... And everyone ignored the crying cat in the corner.

...

.....what the feth?

Don't you worry yourself Harrab, he's just joking. We used to have these things all the time in RZ&LWC.. especially concerning Halon. Good times, good times.

But I assume Harrab wants his thread to remain unpolluted by such shenanigans, so we'd better save them for another occasion..

as issac hopped off the mutt and onto the space station,he looked around and smiled. so many busy people,so little not working. walking along,he stopped to look at a new recruitment poster hung up on the wall with a piece of masking tape. shrugging he walks off wondering what to do. "hmmm,kinda hungry...weres a food stand?" finnaly finding one,he sits down. just as he is about to order a man runs up to him.
"commander issac!"
"err,what?"
"you are to report to sharpe immediately."
"buggar,i didnt get my burger..." getting up,issac gets the directions to the shuttle bay and starts walking to it. smiling,he hears his stomach growl. now frowning and angry he stops and looks back."i wouldn't hurt to get some food...would it?" standing there almost in a daze,he only snaps out of it as an engineer slams into him.
"s-sorry sir!"
issac smiled then pulled himself to his feet. "no problem." turning and walking off,issac shrugs the hit off. he could eat later he guessed.


as he finally arrived on the ship,he bit his lip.bigger than he was used to.felt weird. after getting lost trying to find his way around on his own,he was then given directions by a annoying AI. arriving last and late,issac looks at his fellow commanders. "sorry im late. so,whats with the hasty meeting? errr hasty meeting mam?"

Darkvoidof40k wrote: Don't you worry yourself Harrab, he's just joking. We used to have these things all the time in RZ&LWC.. especially concerning Halon. Good times, good times.

yeah i remember writing tombstone getting eaten by a thousand crazed bunnies... ... and ofcourse Nachos choclate helicopter

Darkvoidof40k wrote:But I assume Harrab wants his thread to remain unpolluted by such shenanigans, so we'd better save them for another occasion..

/sadface

Come on people, get to the Vangaurd, we need to discuss huge aliens so the next chapter can get underway.

Lord Harrab wrote:Come on people, get to the Vangaurd, we need to discuss huge aliens so the next chapter can get underway.

i think some people are off somewhere for the 4th.

lord commissar klimino wrote:

Lord Harrab wrote:Come on people, get to the Vangaurd, we need to discuss huge aliens so the next chapter can get underway.

i think some people are off somewhere for the 4th.

oh yeah. as a Brit living in New Zealand, the significance of the date eluded me. Apologies my American friends, just make sure to shake the hand of any Frenchman you see, you guys owe them.

BIC:...

Trix hovered trough her ship, the zero-g made this trip a breeze. That was if she could stop herself from bumping against everything. After a few bruises she made it to the small shutle bay in it lay a small disk like vessel, proudly displaying its name; Aslinde II. "Seems like creativity isn't valued in the navy" nexus said. "Who needs creativity when you can destroy planets?" trix replied. "Fair point." They both crawled into the tiny vessel, wich possibly was even more cramped than the routes in the Aslinde. Nexus hovered to the command chair while Trix placed herself in one of the passanger chairs. After a few seconds Nexus optic sensors jumped towards her. "Ready ma'am." She swung with her arms signalling him to go ahead. The small ion-thrusters emmited a bright blue as it shot the Aslinde II trough the depths of space. "I hope i won't make the other Lt Commanders uncomfortable with my..." Nexus said pointing at his sillicium body. "You shouldn't care about what other people say, you just make sure that all data is secure and protected." Nexus looked at his Commander, what a strange woman this was. Showing up with a Rel'tech was not...done. At best people would just ignore him. It was one of the reasons he liked space, no one saw him there as he jumped trough space as free as a bird. This Commander didn't seem to care about a social stigma, all she cared about was that she could do her job. Nexus felt respect for his commander bubbling up from beneath as he docked the vessle on the Admiral's ship.

"Admiral Sharpe, it has been quite some time since we last met" he muttered;...

Nexus was born on the small agri world of Erses. His planet produced food for the entire sector, an honourable job but it just wasn't it for nexus. Since he was a joung boy he had always looked up to the skies, wondering wat lay beyond. On the age of eighteen he left his house in the middle of the night. He hadn't told anyone of his plans, they wouldn't understand. Life in the capital city was hard, he lived from whatever he could scrape toghether. He even smuggled regulary for the Fresian cartel. But the recieved money would never get him up in space. He took a drastic turn with his life when he realised that. Nexus took all his belongings and walked to the Navy alliance recruitment bureau. From that day he wasn't a Erses farme anymore but a navy officer. He quickly rose trough the ranks, showing a neck for interstellar combat. After six years he was promoted to pilote, and got his own small fighter and was now stationed at the Vanguard He had never been so proud of himself. He was incontrol of the ship and flew between the stars. His life was complete until they recieved a jump order to proceed to New London.

It was a violent batlle, it took Every bit of skill Nexus had to stay alive and help his fellow soldiers. But despite the best he could, the hull density had recieved massive blows even the Shield generatos were no more then useless junk. Everyone in the fleet was listening to commander Sharpe directing the flow of battle. This woman was a tactical genius, every maneuvre she pulled of perfectly. Nexus believed it was one of the main reasons most of the alliance were still standing amongst the unrelentless Pirate attack. After several hours of intense combat the batlle started to shift in the advantage of the Aliiance. But little did they know that a small pirate Vessle had a ADM missile in its launchers. It flew trough the defensive line like an elegan deer, his launchers directly aimed at Commander Sharpe's ship. The pirate vessle got real close to the vessle until it exploded by a direct hit from the Cortego. But not before it had shot his ADM and the commander. Nexus immediatly recognised what it was. he tried to signal the commander but his comm-link wasn't online anymore. He watched as the Vanguard evaded the ADM letting it pass trough directly pointed at the planet. It was standard procedure to let these missiles go they would burn up in the atmosphere, leaving the surface unharmed. But they didn't realised it was no ordinary missile. Nexus quickly persued the fleeding missile, trying to take it down with his chain-gun. His first salvo missed and on the second try it jammed. Nexus was horrified, millions of people would die if he didn't stoped this missile, he looked behind him. No-one was coming after him, everyone was still focussed on the batlle. Nexus cursed as he set a collission course with the missile. He cursed Sharpe as he got consumed by an array of blinding light.

Nexus woke up. Everything was green and wet. He lloked around trying to move his arms. But he couldn't. he looked down trough the murky fluid and noticed that all he had left was a bloody stump. Memories flashed back of what happened, the Adm, his collision. Yet still he was alive, except for his body wich literally got pulled apart. He looked up as he heared knocking, a Man ina doctors uniform stood outside his bassin of green liquid. He explained that his body was beyond repair, but that the alliance would pay for each replacement he needed. "Afterall its the least we can do for a hero from New London." the man said. Nexus didn't listen to the doctor, instead he was focussed on the vidioscreen behind the doctor. His commander stood there recieving the honours and a new function. "The fething idiot, Nexus muttered. "Without me the entire world would've been destroyed, yet she got the glory."

Nexus quickly grew accusumed to his new sillicium body. The doctors found the rate at wich he adapted to the replacements remarkably. Nexus didn't care, he would get up in space once again. No matter what it took. One year after the batlle for New London he asked to rejoin the navy. In his interview he mentioned what happened to his questioner. That the Admiral had failed to recognise The ADM. His questioner laughed and said it wasn't important. "The alliance needs hero's, without it we can't unite the people and protect them from the dangers." Nexus ecieved a contract, he mustn't tell anyone what happened. This secret was his alon until the day he died. Nexus conceeded after he was told that without signing this contract he would never fly again. After that he got assigned to the Aslinde. Once aain he could fly troufh the stars and forget... until he entered the Vanguard once again....

OOC; some background on Nexus

Wait, Nexus is pissed at sharpe because:

-his comm malfunctioned at a critical juncture, something she had no control over,

-a small Pirate vessel had a ADM loaded, and was aiming it at ship, with point defenses that could shoot it down without breaking a sweat, despite the fact it needs to be guided onto target and a Friagte is too small to carry one.

- Sharpe's computers didn't recognize a banned weapon despite it being logged in the database as a priority one target.

- his weapon jammed, again, nothing to do with Sharpe

- he somehow survived a nuclear cluster bomb exploding in his face while flying a fighter. (look what happened to the Pioneer, a fully shielded battleship and it wasn't even hit directly.)

-He cursed his commander for having to sacrifice himself to save lives? why join the navy then? its kinda dangerous.

- he missed on on a medal, but if no one recognized him as a hero, why did the Alliance pay to have him rebuit? That'd be expensive and they'd not do it for just anyone.

Seems a pretty flimsy argument. very little of it seems to have to do with Sharpe herself, more like he hates her because she was there.

Some Facts about New London

- the Vanguard had been a mobile refinery until a few bays before the attack, with singe launch bay for defense, she'd always resented it as a pointless backwater assignment, as i mentioned, she got top marks in Norton Training.

- it was the only Alliance ship in system. vs a Pirate Dreadnaught who thought the system easy prey.

- Sharpe refused to retreat and let the Pirates take how many thousands of people as slaves. As a result, Sharpe ordered everyone else to evacuate while she distracted the enemy and bought time for the people on the planet to get to shelters.

- The Vangaurd would have been destroyed if the two ships hadn't knocked out eacth others command centres at the same time, leaving both dead in the water.

- She suffered extreme burns across her entire body, burns that disfigured her, (She had once posed as Poster-Girl, something she had been very proud of at the time.)

EDIT: oh Yes, in case this wasn't clear, Sharpe looks out those under her command, if she feels one of them is being slighted she'll fight tooth an nail for them, as her opposing the Fleet Marshal's choices shows.

But, if you want i'll throw it away

sillyboy wrote:

Spoiler:

Lord Harrab wrote:Wait, Nexus is pissed at sharpe because:

-his comm malfunctioned at a critical juncture, something she had no control over,

jep

Still don't see why he hates Sharpe, if anything he should hate the techs who prepped his aircraft

-a small Pirate vessel had a ADM loaded, and was aiming it at ship, with point defenses that could shoot it down without breaking a sweat, despite the fact it needs to be guided onto target and a Friagte is too small to carry one.

This was never mentioned, to be only delivered by this method, i actually imagine terrorist smuglling on onto a planet

I've given clues through the RP on ADM delivery, a remote control laucher jumps into target system and another ship guides the ordinace on target. Makes finding the launch site difficult.

EDIT: ALso ADMs were not deployed in that battle.

- Sharpe's computers didn't recognize a banned weapon despite it being logged in the database as a priority one target.

jep, don't forget pirate dreadnought, exisive damage, etc:....

I'll give you that one.

- his weapon jammed, again, nothing to do with Sharpe

yep
See my comment about his comm

- he somehow survived a nuclear cluster bomb exploding in his face while flying a fighter. (look what happened to the Pioneer, a fully shielded battleship and it wasn't even hit directly.)

ejector pod....May have to write that in
Fair enough.

-He cursed his commander for having to sacrifice himself to save lives? why join the navy then? its kinda dangerous.

Only wanted to fly, didn't care navy or not....
He could have joined a civilian ship,

- he missed on on a medal, but if no one recognized him as a hero, why did the Alliance pay to have him rebuit? That'd be expensive and they'd not do it for just anyone.

I guessed if the battle for new london was such a big deal, they would make sure that everyone was cared for.

fair enough. the Battle was such a great deal as it was a David vs Goliath situation, as my displaying of an Alliance Dred's stats,a Dread will win any fight unless it is fighting another dread, or it's significantly outnumbered, neither of which was true for this battle, Sharpe got lucky and hadn't intended to win, only to die slowly enough to save others, as the details about the battle i posted above show.

Seems a pretty flimsy argument. very little of it seems to have to do with Sharpe herself, more like he hates her because she was there.

Don't rationalize subjective emotions....Because they are subjective and emotions....

I think everyone even knows a guy, they don't like even if they never spoken to him....And they can't explain why...

But, if you want i'll throw it away

No i'm fine with him hating her, i just can't see a reason for why he hates her specifically.

See inside the spoiler for my counter points

more spoilers

Ah thanks silly, i understand now, your post can stay as is.

Lord Harrab wrote:Ah thanks silly, i understand now, your post can stay as is.

always happy to explain... but may had to put more info in the BIC to avoid confusion...

Garan left the bridge under the command of his AI, and made his way to the shuttle bay. It was now several hours since the destruction of the marker vessel, and the recovery of the pioneer, and Sharpe had sent a message requesting his presence of the Vanguard. He walked into the vast, industrial looking, hanger bay, and went over to his captain’s shuttle. The shuttle had a smooth white hull, with subtle curves and slopes contributing to its sleek shape. The access point was to the rear of the ship, and was already open ready for him to arrive.
“Computer,” Garan said as he walked inside, “Close shuttle door.” The computer wordlessly operated the door control, and it clanged shut a few seconds later. Garan made his way to the cockpit, and asked his pilot to ready the ship for launch. The pilot was straight on the radio to the bridge, but Garan couldn’t hear what was said. The hanger door slid open, and the shuttles engines flared as it left.
The shuttle made its way across the void, and soon entered hanger bay 2 of the Vanguard. Garan stood up, and made his way to the back of the shuttle, where he found the door already open. He stepped outside, and onto the Vanguard.
He made his way to the briefing room, where Admiral Sharpe had arranged the meeting.

The ion drives of the Havok powered down as the ship came within close proximity of the destroyed hull, given shape by the support struts, like the ribs and backbone of a whale, harpooned by the hunters. Small pieces of the frigate impacted against the reinforced prow of the ship, glancing of the allready scratched paintwork and flying off into the nothingness of space. The still hot shards of the reactor of the marker ship cooled and glowed for a instant as they molded around the still active sheild of the destroyer before be cast aside by the constantly reforming shield of energy.
A metalic clunk emerged from the large hanger bays as the blast doors disengaged, the allready shimmering force field keeping the pressure inside the hanger itself, but not stopping the heat loss, making the assembled members of the Havok clasp their atmospheric suits closer to themselfs, as if to shield themselves from the cold. Among the men and women standing on deck was the half of the ships marines and other tech related staff, should they find a undamage piece of computer hardware that they could be able to salvage, and learn the source of those dreadfull missiles.
The magnetic crane hanging from the celing jerked suddenly from its place, dissapearing to its left, into a seperate compartment of the hanger. As it re-amerged, it had the hulking form of a shuttle in its grasp, before depositing it before the assembled crowd. Up in the bridge of the ship, her captain, Joesph Inkheart spoke a single sentence, gesturing forwards. "Tell them to capture and salvage whatever they can, and then bring us to the vanguard, the admiral sounded anxious"

The Breifing room on the Vangaurd was much like the rest of the ship, plain and functional.

A dozen chairs sat around two sides of a triangular table, with the third side facing a wall mounted display screen, Sharpe was sat in the chair at the triangle's summit, idly spinning the chair around in circles while she waited for her students to find themselves places.

The First thing the new officers noticed, aside from her distracted swiveling, was her lack of formal uniform, in place of her usual jacket was a short sleeved shirt, the flesh on her arms as scared and burned as her face and neck, and the woman tended to run her finger down them, tracing the lines, as if she wasn't really aware she was doing it, her attention was on Sammy, who was displaying files before her Admiral's face.

Before each chair on the table's surface was a small holo-pad for their ship's AI to project itself for those ships who had no human XO, those who were human simply sat beside their captain, several took out note pads and data recorders so they could be sure that no details went unnoticed.

"Right." Sharpe announced, pushing the files away from her face with a wave of her hand as the last man was seated, "Lets get started."

The Lights dimmed slightly, and their was a soft "woosh-click" as the door sealed itself.

"I've summoned you all here for an announcement.' She said standing and walking around the table to the display, "one that concerns the adventures the Horizon and Aslinde got up to when they miss-jumped, I'll not dance around it. Here it is."

She took a deep breath and nodded to where Sammy stood near her chair, the screen at her back activated, showing the giant winged ship Alisde had encountered,

"We have made First Contact with an alien Race, and it is sending a representative here to formally meet with us."

Surprised gasps and muttered curses echoed around the briefing room, then repeated as Sharpe displayed the apparent size of the ship encountered, if the sensory data was to be believed, it was over four times the size of a Dreadnought.

"According to Commander Zedong's report, the Alien Ambassador referred to itself as Anya, Daughter of Salanos, although what Race it belongs to is unknown at this time, I suppose we will discuss it during the talks, as of now our original task has been suspended and we are to remain in stand by in this system until Anya arrives. the Fifth Fleet has been mobilized from Fort Essex and will be here inside of seven hours to reinforce us. That brings me to another deployment point."

She turned to Reynolds, "You've been reassigned. Effective Immediately. You and the Horizon are to make best possible speed to Fort Brighton and link up with the 23rd Patrol Fleet. There you will be given further orders. Dismissed."

Face tight and impassive Reynolds stood, saluted, and left the room, pausing only to let sammy unlock the door for him, then he was gone.

"Damn Shame." Sharpe muttered, watching him go, then spoke up, "any questions?"

(OCC Snarky has informed me that he no longer wishes to be involved in the RP, so this is my method of getting his character out without resorting to a random and stupid Sudden Character Death(tm). the rest of you can now ask any questions that occur to your characters.)

(OOC: Apologies for just a quick one.. I have my reasons)

BIC:

Natalie sat patiently, LeGuin beside her, as they waited for the Admiral to speak. The presentation began shortly and the mind-blowing news was announced. "Aliens!" LeGuin hissed beside her, his tone indistinguishable between surprise, awe and fear as the alien vessel was shown on the screen with a Dreadnought shown for comparative size. The alien ship dwarfed the mighty Dreadnought, and as Natalie glanced over at the Captain's of the Dreadnoughts, whom were seated opposite LeGuin and herself, noting that they wore expressions of disbelief and annoyance at no longer being "the biggest fish in the sea" as it were.

Of course, everyone was still undoubtedly shocked at this revelation. Indeed, this could well turn out to be the most historic and important discovery this side of the century.

After the details had been dispensed and the assembled officers discussed the news amongst themselves, Natalie leaned over to Sharpe, who was sitting at the triangular table's head to her left. The Admiral immediately noticed her.
"Captain Rose, I assume you're wondering what will become of you and your remaining crew now that you no longer have a serviceable vessel," Sharpe stated perceptively.
"Yes," Natalie nodded.
Sharpe began to reply, "Well..."



OOC: All yours, Harrab.

Kessler could not believe ears; aliens, genuine ETs. This had been a rather spectacular week for the German, and he fell back into his chair at the news. First apocalyptic WMDs, now aliens, what next? Once again, Manfred felt an intense giddiness swelling within him, if all whent well, he would be one of the first humans to encounter intelligent alien life.

OOC: Sorry for the brief RP, quiet busy at the moment.

Amazed, Garan looked around the room, and saw the same expression on everyones faces. Real Aliens. He had never expected his first deployment to be this exciting.
"Admiral," Garan asked politley, "What are our orders untill this Alien arrives?" The rest of the group looked at Sharpe, seemingly thinking the same thing.
Garan waited for the answer...

Trix was the first to meet a new sentient species....She's so gonna be in the history books, everyone in the whole universe will be force fed to remember her name...

And so her quest for universe dominance has begun....^^

issac stood up. he then walked out of the room. looking at the ground he grinned hugely and said "holy feth,aliens. holy mother feth aliens.hell.yeah." walking back in and sitting down,he looks at trix. "looks like you are gonna be famous,hope you like any tiny mess ups you make for the rest of your life being taught to little kids til they forget you found aliens and call you a failer." as a long silence came,issac broke out laughing. "im just messing with you. but if they shoot at us,im punching you for bringing them upon us." laughing and giving trix a thumbs up,issac leans back and think about what they must look like.

Sharpe paused as she pulled a cigar from her case and lit it, sparing a glare for the AI before her as she did so, then blew a smoke ring up at the celing, where the air scrubbers claimed it.

"Well, you've probably guessed the Pioneer is out of action for the foreseeable future,' She told Rose, Turning to Face her, "Three months under Broadsword's care before it can even make a jump again, then a year back on Mars to get the superstructure reinforced."

Sharpe Glanced over to Sammy, who nodded and made a swiping gesture while her holographic hand,

"Here is the data file for your replacement ship, Commander," The AI said in her thick accent, " Formally Commanded by Commodore Johnson, who is retiring in a few days, and as such has stepped down."

"Rose examined the file carefully, and gave a little jolt as she read the note added at the bottom

"For going above and beyond the call of duty, your name has been submitted to receive The Star of Terra, Second Class, First if they will allow it. Keep it up and your could be commanding your own sector in a few years. Sharpe."


"We worked together a few times before New London." Sharpe added, "His ship is a Titan class Battleship, old but reliable, fitted with some fancy experimental kit he couldn't talk about, its on its way here under a skeleton crew, so those of your crew still fit for duty can just transfer over with little fuss. That Reminds me."

Sharpe stood, immediately silencing her officers, 'We've also been given a unique opportunity, the Navy Research division have offered to provide us with some prototype kit on a volunteer basis, provided you send them back any all all combat data after an engagement. They are sending a ship with parts and plans, i'll have them sent to your data pads once i've seen them myself."

"Admiral." Garen asked politely, "What are our orders until this alien arrives?"

"Hold until reinforcement." Sharpe replied simply, 'Aria is Vulnerable at the moment to a follow up raid, so remain at condition 2 until the fifth fleet arrives."

Suddenly the breifing screen flicked back on, and the Face of Cptain Volk, the NIS officer, appered where the alien ship had been moments before,

"Admiral, Sorry to interrupt, but there is something you should know."

"What is it Captain?"

"I've just finished going over the data and wreckage recovered from the battle and have discovered something troubling, the Marker frigate and the Pirate ships are not from the same or even allied war-hosts, I've interrogated pirate survivors and they claimed to belong to "The Black Hand." war-host, a minor one of little renown, but the Marker frigate has symbols neither i nor the prisoners recognize."

"Could they be lying?" Shapre asked,

"No."

Sharpe nodded, Volk was the best in the business of extracting information, but she had to ask anyway, to make sure.

"it is my belief that the two factions where here separately, and it fits with Pirate MO, why kill the golden goose? Destroying a planet cuts off a source of supplies, not to mention would force the Alliance to step up their campaign, and the Pirates know they wouldn't survive a war with us. They're parasites, they need us to survive."

"Understood." Sharpe agreed with a nod, "keep me posted on anything else you find."

"Aye aye." Volk replied, and the connection was cut.

"Thats a Problem," Sharpe mused, then turned to her officers, "Alright get back to your ships and remain alert, Rose, you are welcome to stay aboard the Vanguard if you wish, if not, I'm sure one of the others will be happy to host you. Dismissed."

(OCC: Darkvoid, you can design a new ship if you wish, and you and everyone else can also choose an Experimental System from the list that i will be adding to the discussion thread shortly, it'll be added to your ship after the next event.)

ohh new stuff!

Will this experimental system replace other systems?

Airia System. Three days later.

The tactical display was a sea of blue symbols, Alliance ships and squadrons just itching for a hostile to enter the system so they could get some payback on those who dared use ADMs against a peaceful world.

Sharpe doubted any pirate would be stupid enough to attack now, aside from the 14th, the 5th Reserve and the Hell-knight Line-breaker squadron, construction had begun of another station above the planer, this one loaded up with torpedo launchers and ion cannons, so that once everything had returned to normal in the system, no-one would find Aria nearly as easy to crack.

A corvette squadron flew leisurely past the bridge, its formation a little sloppy, but the crew were getting used to their new toys so Sharpe saw no reason to reprimand them at the moment, she would be looking forward to see how their turret mounted ion-pulsar performed in combat.

Essentially a miniaturized ion cannon, the Corvettes arrival on the Vanguard had forced the merging of launch bays just to accommodate them, and the techs responsible for them were nervous at having such potent weapons so close together, reducing their size made them incredibly unstable and unable to fire for more than a second without overheating so even more space was needed.

Shapre's gaze again fell upon the tactical display, several of her ships were still docked with broadsword, as the eggheads attached prototype systems to their hulls and gave thorough briefing on their operation. Several where launching now, their new additions standing out starkly against their once sleek hulls

"Vangaurd, this is Broadsword, we have an inbound contact, Mothership class, power readings are off the scale. ETA Ten minutes. Looks like our guest has finally arrived.

"Thank you Broadsword. All ships, defensive formation around Aria, keep your shields raised but weapons tight. we don't want to start an incident. Vanguard out.

(Players can no post their actions over the last few in-game days, including their addition of an Experimental if necessary. Darkvoid, if you can post a new ship design in the Discussion thread when possible I'll change your stats in the OP.)