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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 9/7/07 12:33pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	OOC: Is there any way I can wrangle a place on someone's ship? Should I write a letter to someone? -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 9/7/07 6:50pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	OOC: Possibly. Or, in the case of Magellan, I would've thought you'd have a spot aboard already, so you could write yourself in on the basis you've been granted a place. My character isn't the Mission Director, so you could easily say that you were selected quite independent of any storyline I've got going right now. -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 9/8/07 7:18am Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	OOC: Okay, that sounds great! I'll just show on up, then. IC: Zahina Kitoko Armstrong City, Luna September 24, 2074, 1931 hours Zahina and Ceron Kitoko finally stepped out the Space Elevator into the entrance hall of the Gagarin-Shepard Spaceport. "Over here! Guys, over here!" a frantically waving individual yelled. It was their brother, Balint, or Bally, as he was better known. Ron and Zahina quickly navigated their way through the crowd to fountain by which their brother was waiting. "Little brother!" she exclaimed, and quickly hugged him. "Hey, big sister!" he laughed, squeezing her back, then greeting his twin. After they had managed to get out of the spaceport, and to Bally's rented apartment, Ceron and Zahina crashed after their long trip. Only two more days, Zahina thought as she drifted off to sleep. I only have two more days here. TAG: Anyone -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 9/9/07 9:41pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	OOC: whistles Looks like you've got the military thing down, Saintheart. I'll probably need your help with this on more than one occasion, as I'm not very familiar with military protocol (don't ask me why I chose to play a soldier ). IC: Scott Shepard Earth Confderation Military Headquarters 24 September 2074, 1523 hours "Good day, Sir," Scott Shepard returned the Major's salute quickly, and then proceeded to turn on his heel and exit the office. He was still a bit wary about being Lieutenant now. He'd always been more of a lone wolf and not a pack leader. He knew that the next few months would be most interesting indeed, and it'd probably be more of a learning experience for him than the soldiers under his command. Still... barking orders did sound pretty nice. Tag: Saintheart -----signature----- All too easy.
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 9/9/07 10:52pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	OOC: Sentinel-825, I'm just trying to imitate Polarius's excellent "corp talk" that he's got going from real life. I plan to fast forward a little to around launch time for your next interaction with your team. Thinks madly about generating 11 distinct personalities to play with... -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Sanctimoniously Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 9/14/07 2:21pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	Sorry for my lack of presence, everyone; I've been unreasonably busy lately. . . -----signature----- In For a Quick Garden http://www.myspace.com/sanctimoniously
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/16/07 11:58am Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	IC: Kurt Windsor Doorstep to Kurt's Apartment, Chicago, IL, September 27, 2074, 1200 Hours Kurt sat, hunched, against the front door to his apartment, checking and rechecking his watch -he had set it to military time just for this occasion- and waited. His whole life was firmly packed in a medium-sized duffle bag, a backpack, and his camera's case. Just like everything else that you're stuck being patient for, the shuttle that would take Kurt off this worthless rock of a planet seemed to take forever. He took another sip of his cold, stale, overpriced coffee, and grabbed his sketchbook from his backpack, absently drawing a squirrel while he waited. Tag: Saint -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 9/17/07 1:46pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	IC: Zahina Kitoko 32 Valentina Way Armstrong City, Luna September 27, 1230 hours Balint grunted as he shoved the last box in Zahina's storage tank. "I think that's finally it!" crowed his twin, Ceron. "It had better be," Bally grumbled. "I swear, Zee, there isn't a free square inch in there! Did you seriously need all of that?" "Ten pairs of shoes?" added Ron with a raised eyebrow. "You never know!" protested their sister. "I'm sure there are a ton of fancy restaurants out where you're going," Ron continued with his natural sarcasm. Bally grinned, brushing his shoulder length hair back into a ponytail. "Hey, just be glad you don't have to unpack it, too," he laughed. Ron's eyes bulged out. "Don't even joke about that," he said, shaking his head. "Oh, I'm going to miss you both so much!" Zahina cried. Her brothers both smiled and looked a little uncomfortable. "Miss you tons, too, Big Sister," Bally mumbled. "Tons and tons," Ron agreed. "But I'll be contacting you two so much, you'll both be utterly sick of me," Zahina assured them, although the comment was more for herself. TAG: Anyone or no one -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 9/17/07 7:08pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	OOC: Final boarding calls for Magellan are on, ladies and gentlemen. Improvise, write yourselves aboard, or add as you see fit; anything within reason is cool by me. Incidentally, if you're listening to music as you read or write, I personally recommend Track 1 off the old "Homeworld" game CD, or alternatively Tracks 3 and 4 ('Supernova' and 'Magellan') off Michael Oldfield's "The Songs of Distant Earth" for this next bit. I also apologise for any minor godmoding I do to get some of these things happening. At Kurt Windsor's place Chicago, Illinois 27 September 2074, 1200 hours One thing you had to say about atmospheric flyers: no matter how impressive the construction, no matter how good the sound baffling on the building, a flyer landing nearby a ConApt building was loud. The doorframe of Kurt Windsor's apartment trembled as if it were already mourning the departure of its most recent tenant, and the sound of the flyer's ramjet engine was the howl of a banshee even in here. As it was, the ramjet cycled down, and it was a minute or two before Kurt heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to his apartment. And then, the knock. He opened the door to the cover of Time magazine. Well, not exactly; but you'd have to be living on the Pacific Ocean floor not to recognise the dark eyes and short beard of the man looking at him with two UN soldiers flanking him. "Mr. Windsor, I presume," said Atticus with a smile, offering a hand for the young man to shake. Randall did like to make his assessments quickly, and he decided he liked this young man already. Clear eyes and no film of cynicism floating on those features of his. And thank gods, he wasn't wearing a suit, so he wasn't terribly concerned about his appearance, for which Atticus was very pleased. It meant the centres of his brain were freed up for actual thinking. "I thought I'd come down personally and see my new ... assistant. It's good to meet you, and I don't doubt we'll have much time to talk a little later, but we're on something of a tight schedule," continued Atticus. "Now, I presume you're packed? Just those things there? Good. Well, come on. Magellan is waiting." The little group moved out onto the front verge of the apartment complex. There a boxlike shape crouched on the ground, a small cockpit poking out from one end of the atmospheric flyer. They were ugly things, Atticus reflected, but they did their job well. The physicist caught a foul look out of the corner of his eye -- an individual was scowling at them from the lobby of the apartment building. Atticus glanced at the ground. They'd burnt the verge. Well, not really. Actually the flyer's ramjet looked to have turned the grass to ash and then melted the sand underneath to glass. Atticus smiled lopsidedly in the landlord's direction as the gangway hissed open and allowed them in. About three minutes later, they were off, with the crack of a sonic boom behind them after they'd cleared the Chicago area. One of the UN pilots muttered acknowledgments into his headsets. Atticus glanced up at a couple of the viewscreens installed here in the passenger section; it was difficult to do windows on one of these things, but the cameras they had did just fine. The physicist watched as white/silver clouds raced by, replaced by a staring blue, which deepened to indigo and then black in a matter of minutes. Then they kicked in the antigrav drive. Atticus took a deep breath as he was pressed back into his seat before the compensators took the load and his weight went back to normal. Now he was staring into viewscreens that showed airless space, with no atmosphere to keep the stars from burning like a thousand thousand jewels in the night. One jewel began to burn more brightly in the night sky, and grew larger. Atticus knew it well: Magellan, at her lagrange launch point. And as the minutes ticked by, the single gem metamorphosed into three: the forward, mid, and aft spheres of the explorer. It'd only be a few minutes before they arrived. Atticus glanced over at Kurt Windsor, saying nothing, seeing how the young man was adjusting to the situation. TAG: SephyCloneNo15 Orbital Coast Guard HQ 26 September 2074, 1800 hours DCCM Scott Blake had a visitor when he checked in on shift. The guy was waiting in Blake's office, glancing around at those things the DCCM had gathered over the years of his work in the Coast Guard. He was dressed in a suit, but any fool with a little military background could see the guy was more accustomed to dress whites and shiny brass badges than he was to Armani. He had eyes and a nose that looked sharp like knives. He had to be a good ten or fifteen years older than Blake. As Blake came into his office, the guy turned with a thin smile. Like his eyes and nose it looked pretty sharp too. "DCCM. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know you're a very busy man. Allow me to introduce myself. General John Pace, CFAF. Sorry -- Confed Air Force." He offered his hand and shook Blake's. "Look, Chief, I don't have a lot of time here -- I'm actually on my way home for a couple of weeks' leave, but they asked me to swing by here and talk to you. You see, you probably already know, but Boeing's sending their latest interstellar explorer, Magellan, out tomorrow. CFAF's got the responsibility of providing flight crews for her two atmospheric runners -- the Hound Dog and Heartbreak Hotel. They've got similar control systems and interfaces to your GP-837 cutters -- pilot/co-pilot setup, but they're state of the art and the meanest little atmospheric flyers we've got to offer. Land and turn on a dime, and land on most surfaces including acid." "Anyway, the reason this involves you is because CFAF's pretty stretched on the New Zealand North Island at the moment, what with all the crap the NZA's giving the UN at the moment. I've had to personally pull off the teams I had planned to fly the Dog and the Hotel. So I'm looking for pretty much the best damn pilot in the military services, and you and your team came up. I need you to pick your three best men -- one co-pilot for you, and a two-man team for the other shuttle. Then I want you and your team aboard Magellan to go with her tomorrow. What do you say, Chief?" TAG: POLARIUS ConFed Military Base (Pearl Harbour Launch) Oahu, Hawaii 27 September 2074, 0800 hours The twelve soldiers assigned to Scott Shepard weren't terribly impressed when they first saw him. They had been waiting around for a good twenty minutes on the deck when the Lieutenant showed up. Eight men, four women, all with their gear stowed aboard the M-2RV military runner that was waiting to take them up. They'd been told to await their new commanding officer before they took off. But a jeep's door finally opened across the tarmac, and there he was, in military greens like the rest of them. They stood at loose attention, waiting for him to reach them, wondering what he'd say... TAG: Sentinel-825 -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 9/18/07 1:13pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	IC: Zahina Kitoko The Magellan September 27, 2074, 1315 hours Zahina Kitoko gaped at the ship. She'd thought she'd know what she was getting into it. Now she wasn't so sure. The Magellan was beautiful, no one could argue with that, but it made Zahina shiver. Could she really survive everything that the journey might throw at her? "Well, here we are," the UN official said. "I believe some of the passengers are already aboard. I presume you would like to meet them." "Oh, oh yes," Zee muttered. She smoothed down her black slacks nervously. "Do you know who's aboard?" "Several people," the man shrugged. "I can't say for sure who." Zahina nodded. "Well," she whispered to herself, "let's get this show on the road." She pulled on a bright smile and got up. "I'm ready." TAG: Anyone, No one -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 9/18/07 10:58pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	IC: Scott Shepard ConFed Military Base (Pearl Harbour Launch) Oahu, Hawaii 27 September 2074, 0800 hours As soon as Scott had approached the twelve men and women who would be serving under his command during the voyage, he gave a brief salute. "Gentlemen, ladies." He was used to being one of the many staring at the commander before him. But now he was on the opposite end of that spectrum, and to say the least, it felt odd and out of place, as if something had gone terribly wrong. "Well, let's get on board," he announced, not knowing at all what else he could have said. Tag: Saintheart -----signature----- All too easy.
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POLARIUS Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 9/21/07 6:27am Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	IC DCCM Blake "Well sir i can give you those two crews but to be real honest with you sir i would feel a helluva lot better if we were driving our own boats. because none of my people have gone through the GP-837 C-School yet and sir i know in the Air Force the people who fly the craft are called pilots but in the guard we call 'em coxswains and they drive boats. Give me two days of real intense training with the new boats and you can have my people. One more thing sir before you go I am a Master Chief not a chief anymore." he emphasized the word master "That would like someone calling you colonel instead of a general, sir. Where will i be during all of this sir?" Tag Saintheart -----signature----- A true space pirate "So this is how liberty dies with thunderous applause" "This is what comes of empire building "anciet religions and hoaky weapons are no match for a good blaster at you side kid" Fight on Mr Squiggly, fight on
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Sanctimoniously Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 9/21/07 7:53am Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	24 September 2074, 13.56 standard time The out-system ring of the station was so much different from the rest of the structure that it seemed like an afterthought. It was a spindly thing about four kilometers in diameter, connected to the station by four long walkways, with heavy use of steel grate flooring inside and too many exposed beams clashing with the limited ambient lighting to count. The design was intended to service six colony ships at once, but Elric couldn't imagine that many people wanting to be in this place at once. His shoes clacked against the floor as he entered the station. A marquee sign overhead scrolled various messages--WELCOME TO WAYFARER STATION OUT-SYSTEM SERVICE NEXT DEPARTURES: UNCS DAWN BAY 4 24.9 14.45 NOW BOARDING AERODINE CORP VESPUCCI BAY 2 26.9 11.15 UNCS VOYAGER BAY 2 29.9 12.30. Bay 4 was a good kilometer walk from here, so he figured that he ought to start at a good jog. The corridor was only sparsely populated, mostly civilians and station maintenance personnel walked the claustrophobic hall. He would usually be able to achieve such a jog with ease, but the fact that his life was now in two duffel bags slowed him down considerably. BAY 4 NEXT DEPARTURES: UNCS DAWN 24.9 14.45 NOW BOARDING He saw the sign ahead, but instead dived toward a side door marked BAY 4 CREW PASSAGE. He quickly checked his PDA for his verification code, then punched "432445" into the keypad built into the door. It slid open, revealing a hallway much different from the corridor he had just been in. This one was well lit and styled much like a corridor in an office building. It led to an airlock (with another verification code attached), which fed into the Dawn. An odor of fresh steel and rubber met his nostrils, and he remembered that most ships of this class were brand-new. His shoes made no noise on this floor. His left pocket vibrated, telling him that the cut-off time for crew arrivals was approaching, and that he ought to be reporting to Lieutenant Hargreave in fifteen minutes. He sent his verification, then checked his location against the ship's schematics. Deck F, Living Quarters, Section C. Good. He didn't have too much farther to go, then. The schematics said that there was a lift at the end of this corridor that could take him down to Deck H. As the lift doors sealed shut, he breathed a sigh of relief. Time to start. -----signature----- In For a Quick Garden http://www.myspace.com/sanctimoniously
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 9/22/07 12:27pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074
	IC: Kurt Windsor The Magellan's Shuttle Part of being an artist was observation. For some artists, that was the biggest part. Kurt could wait and watch for hours without touching camera or pencil, noting everything about how something moved, how its parts interacted, how it interacted with its environment, waiting for the perfect moment to snap the shutter or the perfect instant to begin a sketch, and if need be, he could wait for it to come again. Thus, Kurt said nothing, asked no questions, simply watched the Magellan. He studied its nondescript surface, its mooring, the ports, the engines, everything the viewscreen would show him. Unfortunately, it's harder to observe machines because everything important about them was inside their shells. He could stare at the hull all he wanted, and yet glean nothing of its function. That was why he preferred nature, everything was right out in the open, observe long enough, and everything becomes clear, and obvious. Tag: Saintheart, bring 'er in -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 9/25/07 12:30pm Subject: RE: The Future: Dawn of Exploration, 2074 - Date Edited: 9/25/07 12:32pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Deiskrad
	IC: Chris Schillinger 20:43 September 27th, 2074 Schillinger Lands, Monana In the deep blue-black of Montana night, it was possible to see man thousands of stars if there were few clouds. Tonight was such a night, and Christopher Schillinger and his wife Liesl sat out on their porch gazing at the stars. They had been through a lot together, and their love had matured like a good cognac. With their date of departure looming, there was anxiety, however. Liesl was particularly anxious. She had no particular connection to earth: both of her parents were dead, and she was estranged from her extended family because of her views. Most of her friends were going to the Aryan Colony anyway, so there would be no loss there. But she was worried. She was worried about the usual things. Whether they would find a place, whether they would prosper, whether the boys would have a decent start in life. Especially since there would probably be a stigma attached to the boys because of their beliefs, denying them entry into many universities. The thought of the boys made her gaze drift out to the barns where the boys were finishing up the night chores. Gerhard was ready to go, but her younger son, Roger, had reservations. He’d voiced these reservations in private with Liesl, not wanting to distress his father. Liesl suspected that Roger did not want to leave because of a girl. Chris stared up at the stars. “On nights like this, you can sometimes see the station.” Ice clinked in his glass as he sipped Drambuie. “In a little while we’ll see it a lot closer.” Chris concluded. The dark had almost completely oscured his features, so Liesl couldn’t make him out any more. Just a silhouette of dark against greater dark. “Chris, we need to think about what the boys will do when they want to go to college.” “They’ll go where we can afford to send them.” “Aren’t you worried about the stigma they’ll be carrying?” “I’m aware of it. But I’ve taught them that never to be ashamed of their heritage. That strong beliefs are guaranteed to elicit strong response. They’re ready.” Liesl said nothing. She’d long ago learned that arguing with him on matters pertaining to the colony was pointless. He wasn’t about to change his mind on anything. The only ones that could get to him would be the others on the Aryan Council, perhaps. And they were usually like-minded. The light in the barn went out. Gerhard and Roger were done for the night. Chris got up and went over to the telescope and looked through, fiddling with the dials. “I was right. You can see the space station. Look!” Liesl shook her head: “No thanks, sweetie. You enjoy.” “Your loss.” He went back to star gazing. The telephone rang. Liesl picked it up, listened, said thank you, and hung up. “That was the UN.” She said. Chris immediately broke from the telescope and looked at her, wide-eyed with anticipation. “We’re approved.” Liesl was suddenly swept up in his arms and received an unexpected kiss. -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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