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  1. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Victor Paulsome
    Bridge, space station, Northern Stretch


    "If I wasn't thinking it, you would have an extra meat shield. Let me see what I can do." he muttered as he found one labled for security, a station that had a screen and a small halo-disk inset into the console to give three dimensional displays as needed. Somewhat reminded him of old Empire setup for such a station. Touching a few keys he carefully and methodically approached the systems access to see about bringing up a twenty-four hour replay of events. Any longer and the caf would noticeably have lowered and left rings. "Check the caf for evaporation rings." he called off as he realized he hadn't looked that closely when he had noted the cup.


    The flag barer checked the cup, "No rings," the soldier said as his Captain was busy, unsuccessfully, to attempt to unlock a console near the front of the bridge.

    When Havah saw the security footage, the last 24 hours started as normal as any---and as a lie as opposite of what Royal Intelligence told them---crew members walked around, many in white lab coats and causal business clothes...a scientist look. Naval Guards held various points of sentry guard through the station, including secured areas, security check-points, bridge, and the security station. A handful of Queen's Guardsmen could also be seen here and there in ultra secured areas; one such area, with a sizable detail of Queen's Guardsmen, was deep within the station's cargo bays---a converted research lab.

    12 hours went by and nothing. In one of the docking bays, a ship was pulled in by a rescue team. A small scout-like craft, a detachment of Naval Guards and two Queen's Guardsmen escorted the medical team and lone survivor to the medical bay; all that could be seen by the one pulled by the wreckage was the following:

    On the medical cart next to the being were Spike Club Flail, a black round shield, and a electrostaffs (which had a red energy tip---deactivated currently---instead of the purple tip).

    The form on the medical bed looked unconscious; the security footage switched to the medical bay. Two doctors and a handful of nurses with a medical droid worked around the being. Two Queen Guardsmen stood sentry, flanking either side, by the entrance/exit doors quietly; another pair of Queen's Guardsmen stood on the opposite side of the energy shield---the opposite side of the medical bay---covered area where the medical staff walked around the unconscious form. Three hours went by and nothing. Then, the form awoke. The medical staff was attacked first, various medical tools of their own usage used as their own method of death; lines and data lines were pulled clean from the mysterious being's sudden movements. The energy was deactivated as emergency alarms were activated and the Queen's Guardsmen moved in for the attack, the surviving medical staff running for safety behind them. However, the medical staff couldn't escape, as the blast doors were locked and a energy shield formed around the door on the outside--all activated by the station's AI. As the medical staff screamed for help, other holo camera views showed a detachment of 16 Naval Guards and 4 Queen's Guards---dispatched from the security station as a first response team---ran through the corridors to the medical bay.

    The 4 Queen's Guards moved in, Force Pikes at the attack ready and shields ready for defense, the form just stood there, snarling from a invisible mouth. Then, the being looked at the holo camera and the imagine went to static. All other holo camera views went to static as well. The last transmission was a MAYDAY from the station's bridge 2 hours later. Ten hours after the being had arrived on the station, Havah and the Jod had arrived under Royal Intelligence direction.


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  2. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Havah Jeth
    Bridge of Space Station, Northern Stretches first line of defence

    As he watched and listened the chrono played it's horrible dance. Oddities upon oddities compiled to the Jod's demise here. Whether or not they were alive still didn't matter, it wasn't a part of his mission. What did was that they now knew the enemy and their weapons load outs, not to mention that they somehow had gained control over the station and potentially the stations AI. Which left one final thing to take into consideration. Nothing from intel, even the distress signal could be taken as factual.

    "I believe I have uncovered something Captain." He calmly stated as he rose from the station, "Although I would advise that the shuttle lock itself tight and destroy any other craft within the hangers and wait beyond the station if it is safe to do so. This station was taken by hostiles brought in as people of need. Security was breached by your Jod generosity." Walking to a central location he looked at the systems control panels, "Is there a way to perform a hard reset of the AI? Reset codes and passwords?" Idly he played with the notion of plugging in a remote uplink from Pic to the panels as he passed them, but ultimatey brushed the idea away as he readied his Stokli spray stick and passed out the divergence of the doors and aimed at a middle position between the two.

    This day of sobriety just kept getting better and better.

    TAG: Bravo
  3. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG: Take a idea from Clone Wars Season 4 when Obi-Wan is held hostage by slavers and is forced to make decisions.

    Also, using the classic Red Queen from Resident Evil (first movie). Wanted to give credit (clearly) to a truly freaky creation.


    IC: Captain Victor Paulsome
    Bridge, space station, Northern Stretch


    "I believe I have uncovered something Captain." He calmly stated as he rose from the station, "Although I would advise that the shuttle lock itself tight and destroy any other craft within the hangers and wait beyond the station if it is safe to do so. This station was taken by hostiles brought in as people of need. Security was breached by your Jod generosity." Walking to a central location he looked at the systems control panels, "Is there a way to perform a hard reset of the AI? Reset codes and passwords?" Idly he played with the notion of plugging in a remote uplink from Pic to the panels as he passed them, but ultimatey brushed the idea away as he readied his Stokli spray stick and passed out the divergence of the doors and aimed at a middle position between the two.

    The console started to pulsate with blue energy; the Captain put out a hand, "HAVAH!"

    But instead of Havah being the target, the flag barer was flown across the bridge from a wipe of blue energy that laced out and struck the man; while the flag pole itself was wooden, which helped reduce damage, the flag barer's skelton could be seen as he was thrown across the bridge by the wipe of blue energy. As the man cluttered to the floor, the Captain rushed to the man's smoking body.

    "He's alive," Paulsome spoke, trying to not touch the crying man in pain who reached out and grabbed the flag pole.

    "Still here, sir," breathed the flag barer through pain.

    The Captain stood up, nodding towards the soldier by the turbolift who had the first aid kit and who ran over. As the Captain stood up, a holograpic imagine showed up in the middle of the bridge. It was a little child.


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    "Please leave that alone," Said the holograpic woman, "I have locked down the station for a reason. And have allowed you entrance for a reason. However, any further violation of locked down systems will result in more then a mere shock of a energy shock. It will result in death. As will," The woman turned her head to one of two holograpic cameras in the corner of the bridge (small and well placed to avoid easy detection), "Trying to disable the security system. I have allowed you access to the security footage for a reason. But further access into systems without my prior approval will be forbidden. Do we understand each other?"

    The Captain crossed his arms over his chest, "Do we understand each other? You almost killed one of my soldiers miss. If you weren't a hologram, I'd kill you where you stand."

    "Threats will not be tolerated either, Captain Victor Paulsome, commanding officer of the 122nd Hard Heads; father of two, husband, home region of the Eastern Region. Considering the recent events back home, I'm surprised you and your men are here. Unless your traitors, a course, Captain."

    "You call my men and I traitors one more time and I'll blow your circuit board," Paulsome replied, then added, "How do you know me?"

    "I was created to know everything, Captain. And act accordingly. Now, do we understand each other?"

    "Understand what? You haven't been clear about that."

    "He knows," the child said, pointing at Havah, "Don't you Havah Jeth? The Black Guard? Your brother's death? Your sister's work?" The child smiled at Havah Jeth, "Operation Sword Hammer ring a bell, Havah? Just before your brother's death...at your hands. Your sister's work perfected," The woman extended her arms out, "Here. Droids given the freedom and capacity that she wanted. And more...given true freedom. And your brother's dream, as it was crushed by your action, reflected here...where authority from the Arkanian's designs reign supreme...and his dreams crushed completely and in whole in every research lab. The House of Royal Intelligence just stole Arkanian's darkest designs and made them better and then from those designs, made new designs. All of it started here. Follow my instructions Havah...or those around you will die. One by one. And slowly. I have an intruder aboard my station, Havah. And only you can handle him. A familiar face will guide you."


    The woman disappeared and a new holograpic imagine appeared: it was the boyhood repersenation of Havah's dead brother, Arkoh.

    "Havahy!" The little boy blue hologram beamed with excitement, waving his hand almost without control, "I have missed you so much! Wait until mom hears about me seeing you today!"


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    Last edited by Bravo, Dec 5, 2012
  4. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Bridge, Sword of Justice, Jod Star System


    Stakes looked on calmly; his academy training had kicked in:

    It had been a comment from one of their instructors, a old school naval officer who had seen more space engagements then Stakes would ever see in his life time most likely.

    "First wave of enemy fighters down to half strength," Reported the sensors officer, "Mostly caught by the two storms we passed through."

    Stakes nodded, "Rear view, please," the Captain said to the sensors officer. Stakes and the Commander walked back to their respected command positions; Stakes sat down in his and watched as a live holo feed of the rear battle was progressing. He was watched with great interest as the Gettysburg shot for the gap in between the two storms; the Light-class Destroyer holding her rear starboard held tight, while the one to her port and mid was a bit too far out: catching their mistake, the destroyer tried to go around the storm; it seemed, at first, the speedy destroyer would make it, coming about to the other side of the two storms. But, just as the destroyer passed the storms on the Sword of Justice's side, the destroyer's rear engine array was suddenly sucked into the storm. For a moment, the destroyer held steady as it's engines flared with all it's strength against the storm. Speedy and strong engines they were. But not enough. After that moment of stillness against the storm, the destroyer was sucked into the storm, it's hull breaking apart and explosions ripping through her and showing her insides as she was sucked into the storm. And then she was gone.

    "Captain, the Gettysburg and her destroyer escort is clear of the storm and is continuing pursuit and has launched it's last detachment of six bombers. A squadron of fighters is launching from the Light-class Destroyer for escort and coverage."

    "Roger. Comms, alert our escorts to the incoming enemies."

    Good, thought Stakes, After this wave of fighters, one squadron left in reserve. And then they will have to move in. Teacher against student.

    "Ah, Captain. I'm receiving a strange echo from the Echolocation," Reported the sensor officer.

    "Clarify, sensors," Stakes asked.

    "Sir, it's a good distant from here...but, ah, Captain, I'm reading a planet."

    Stakes wanted to make sure he heard what he heard the first time, "Say again Ensign?"

    The ensign gulped, "A planet, sir. Still far from here, but it's getting stronger."

    Stakes thought for a long moment. While it was true the Northern Stretch was as secret as secret got, Stakes still couldn't believe through all the legends and myths of the Northern Stretch, none had ever mentioned a planet...or had they?

    "Jedi, can you get us to that planet?" Stakes asked; here, there was no room to move during combat. But, assuming this planet was in a safe zone, Stakes could have the tactical advantage with his battleship.


    Tag Coffee, Falcon
  5. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Nate Legnash, Unidade Besh landing craft
    Location: Berroll's Donn


    The Jod pilot looked over at Nate as the Imperial, now GRF, heavy cruiser, loomed in front of them, moments after the Johnny Boy's shock departure.

    "Sir, we have permission to dock with the 'Delinquent, but, your call, do you want to pursue the Johnny Boy?"

    Nate considered the offer, but though he had never made it to pilot within the Imperial Navy, but he had had much of the training, and he knew that unless they knew the exact direction within the three-dee environment that was interstellar space, they had no hope of following her.
    Even half a degree off...

    "Thank you for offering. I owe the Mercs a life debt for getting me off the Block. We all do." He referred to the twenty passengers back in the main compartment. "Whoever has taken them, has made this personal, and believe me, we will catch up to them. For now though, take us to the Delinquent, please."

    "Roger that." The Jod pushed buttons, the cruiser filling the view out the window as they moved closer, and swooped under it towards the larger of the two hangar apertures.

    They ascended fast into an area where interior lighting from two hangar bays reflected across their nose, and illuminated the cockpit, then the pilot steered them through a magcon energy field into a docking bay that already had a number of large craft, and a pair of diverse starfighters parked on the deck.

    The shuttle proceeded slowly deep into the bay, and turned mid-air so that it ws facing back out.

    "Are you quite sure we should be doing th-this?" Nate was apprehensive, "Shouldn't we just land?"

    "The Authority is gone, Sir. We are here for the long haul, so I might as well do this now."

    Though he did not yet recognise Wolf from Palso's freighter, Legnash acknowledged the figure outside from the canopy widow, then rose from his seat to go collect his group, and start filing down the ramp as it lowered under the shuttle's sloping nose.

    "Permission to come aboard?" He said in greeting to the clone.

    Tag: Wolf
  6. Intervention Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 1, 2012
    star 2
    IC: Chief Medical Officer Russel Cook
    Medical Bay, Johnny Boy

    Russel woke with a start; he was lying on the floor in the medical bay, with lights flickering on and off. "Captain Taller?"

    No response.

    Russel checked around the medical bay and called out several times. No body was found and no verbal response was ever given. Walking over to a console, Russel tried to bring up comms.

    Nothing.

    Location.

    A planetary rock in a uncharted star system.

    Life signs aboard the Johnny Boy.

    Four others.

    What had happened?

    Checking other systems, Russel discovered that the Johnny Boy was intact and at 80% overall after an emergency landing. Suddenly the blast doors opened to the medical bay slowly as two pairs of hands pulled them apart.

    "Doc?" Came a voice from behind red eyes and a blue face; with the Chiss was a Rodian crew member holding a blaster rifle for defense.

    "Commander Streets?" Russel asked as he came out from behind the console, "What happened?"

    "We hope you had the answer," Chiss said, "Sensors say there's two more life forms on the Johnny Boy. I hope one is the Captain."

    "I would too, but," Russel said as he pointed to a empty hover chair, "However the Captain got out of here, he either had to pull himself out on his stomach or someone carried him out."

    "The question is who took the Captain," The Rodian said.

    "But first, reestablish communications and find out where we're at. Then the Captain. Taller is a tough old bull, no one is going to take him without a fight."

    "I can get communications and location if you can get me to the bridge, Commander. While you two go find the Captain."

    "Fair deal to me," Streets said and tossed Russel a blaster pistol, "Just in case."

    "I'm a doctor, Commander."

    "Your a Merc first, Doc. Then a doctor. Lets go. I sure hope this planet has a ocean. My surf is getting rusty. Not cool man, not cool."


    Tag Mitth as Streets (or TBC?)
  7. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Northern Stretch leading the Free Defense

    Fress pulled back Red Squadron noticing just how close they were to the one storm. “Red Squadron, hold back a few seconds, you’re close to that one storm,” she commanded as she watched as the Squadron pulled back allowing some of the fighters from the enemy to pass them and got caught up in the storm.

    “Good call, Lead,” Flight Officer Hobby spoke and she could hear the shock in his voice.

    “Thanks Green two,” Fress said with slight humor in her tone. She was close to calling him the green one but she thought better of it.

    “Fighter escorts, last detachment of six bombers are being launched. One squadron from the light-class Destroyer is being launched.”

    Fress nodded as she noticed several more in attempt to even things out with the fighters she sent back there. She knew she was taking a huge risk by taking everyone out of their zones and so far the gambit was paying off. “Firecracker to Red Lead. Six bombers and one more squadron has been launched at mark ten and fifteen, engage at will.”

    “Copy Firecracker,” Dave answered as Fress watched the fighters meet the enemy fighters.

    Fress watched as a cone shape appeared on her radar. She noted Blue Squadron was closest to the cone shape. “Firecracker to Blue lead, you’re close to a funnel. Have your squadron pull back at five degrees star board and angle at fifteen degrees port, full throttle,” she commanded holding her breath. This was perhaps one of the boldest moves she ever attempted. If Blue squadron did as she told them. They would miss the cone by five seconds while the fighters behind them wouldn’t be quite so lucky.

    “Acknowledged Firecracker.

    Fress held her breath as she watched Blue Squadron pull the maneuver to her letter. The six fighters following behind them were sucked right up into the funnel exploding into atoms. “Good job, Blue lead.”

    “Thanks Firecracker.”

    Fress readjusted their course as she noticed another storm reading on the radar. “Firecracker to Phoenix, I’m picking up more storm activity just up ahead. Have the SOJ adjust according to the path in the Force.”


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    TBC

    IC: Flight Lieutenant Dave CalumEngaging the remaining bombers

    Dave watched as his counterpart and six of his squadron just barely skim underneath a lowering cone as the enemy fighters behind them ran right into it. That was the gutsiest move he ever witnessed. He smiled tightly to himself as his lasers found its mark on a bomber leaving three left to take care off. The bomber turned into a ball of flames as the debris was sucked up into a cone near the bomber.

    So far Red squadron was doing it’s job in taking out the bombers one at a time. Blue Squadron had finished all but four fighters and the lead of the other’s defense had disappeared. He wondered where Bengen went. Odd, not unless… “Red Lead to Firecracker, lost track of the lead fighter. You have incoming.”

    “Copy Red Lead, my astromech has him on radar coming underneath the battle.”

    Dave shook his head. “Good luck, Firecracker.”

    “Thanks Red Lead.”

    IC: Commander Jerry BengenLead Fighter

    Jerry pulled his fighter back just as six more fighters get caught up in a cone. This time he knew it was deliberate on the person who was directing movements. Half of the one squadron has just enough time to clear the cone and who ever followed behind them didn’t have that time. He gripped the stick tightly as he dived his fighter underneath the SOJ. He needed to take out the lead. There was no other way his fighters standing a chance against this person’s experience.

    Jerry evened out as he headed towards the front defense determined to surprise the lead fighter. It was time to finish this.

    TBC

    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent

    Wolf walked up to the shuttle as it settled down onto the deck. He readied his blaster as the ramp lowered and someone he recognized from the meeting walked down. He lowered his blaster.

    "Permission to come aboard?"

    “Permission granted,” Wolf said with a smile as he gestured in the direction Sounil had taken off too. “You are expected on deck eight.”

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    Last edited by JediFalcon, Dec 6, 2012
  8. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Havah Jeth
    Bridge of Sentient Space Station, Northern Frontiers First line of defense

    It happened quickly as he stood there and waited for some form of action from the Captain and his men. They were a little slow, and the enemy whoever it was a step faster as the Captain called out a warning of only his name. His suits systems quickly displayed the situation in a stark relief, but he knew he couldn't dodge in time if it was meant for him. Instead he tried to relax and breath in one last good lungfull before his system was shocked into a position were it would not be able to for a few moments at least.

    Only it wasn't for him. Instead the panel shot forth it's electical build up and hurled the pole barer across the room to slam into a wall. A spot without any consoles, without collatoral damage. As his mind started to parse the information together and the Captain checked on the downed man, Havah maintained his footing only to be mildly surprised to see a red hologram of a small girl, indederminent bipedal-mammilian species, human or near-human as the Empire labled them these days. The child and the Captain seemed to immediately clash, and Havah relaxed. Relaxed and listened.

    The facts were easy to see that this was the stations AI given an interactive viable holographic medium, for all intents and purposes it could appear as an animated barrel of sludge for all the difference it made to the AI's ability to function, and probably reflected more upon the programers and influences the station had had rather then a true personal preference. He eased up a little bit even as the Captain railed against a Jod machine intellect, and he wondered what class it was. Or at least he did until it stated it's purpose. Only high functionality AI and systems could operate on such a scale, a scale that was illegal in the Empire and the Republic that preceeded it. For a brief moment a relief paper written by his sister in school covering the G0-T0 situation of over a thousand years prior from the point of view of the machines instead of those they subjegated sprang to mind. Jod was a collection of fools, who needed protected merely to prevent them from spilling what they had done upon the rest of the galaxy.

    Then she mentioned him, that he understood. And perhaps he had given away that indication as his body posture had shifted with that revelation. Only her following words that made his mouth run dry and his heart chill pushed that moment into ones where he saw those events, saw those individuals, that family as they had been and the whole of the mission raced behind his eyes as it was once more given a foolish name that befit the nature of the deaths.

    She vanished and left him with an approximation of his younger brother, a rough analogy of what he had lived with. So correct and exact, but yet wrong at the same time. "I fear you will have to wait Arkoh, our family is no longer free. I require a moment before departure." with that simple statement, born from an understanding that he had to deal with own emotional triggers in some way before he could deal with the reality of the situation gave him a moment to pause as he looked at the Captain. "Stand down. You mentioned coming here to aid the station and so that safe passage could be triggered for our returning vessel into Northern Stretch. The station agrees with one assessment of Royal Intellegence given us, it needs aid. What this means for us is simple, I have to do what must be done and would have been done even without this recent display. Also." Turning he looked at one of the holo-cams in the room that the AI had indicated. "You are running off altered software of my sisters design? Most likely those that the government of Arkania held in it's possession? They were, unfinished probably requiring the tampering of the Jod to try and create something they considered serviciable. The scattered posessions that came here with me possess a completed version of your software, untampered direct from your Maker. If you would like after this is completed I could see about a way to prepare an updating algorhythm to aid you and the droids of this station to fully overcome possible errors from Jod possession encoding."

    Resting the butt of his staff on the ground he looked from the holo-cam to the Captain and waited to see what the response would be from both parties. From there he would do what he was needed to do.

    TAG: Bravo
  9. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Northern Stretch, leading the Free Defense

    Fress adjusted the flights everyone as Saber beeped again. She looked down and noticed he was definitely under the Sword of Justice where Yellow Squadron was currently engaging the fighters. She began to wonder if who ever was behind the stick thought she left the underside unattended. Who ever it was has already taken out two of the fighters under her command. This person had to be dealt with.

    “Firecracker to Yellow Lead, should I come and help?” Fress questioned as she waited for an answer but none came. She frowned. “Firecracker to Yellow Squadron, where is Lead?”

    “Destroyed Firecracker, this fighter came out of nowhere and took him out without warning, Yellow Two reporting.”

    Thanks Two,” Fress glanced at the three fighters behind her. “Green Three, keep an eye on things. I’m going back there to deal with that fighter.”

    “Copy Firecracker, and don’t worry I’ve done this before,” Hark reassured.

    Fress nodded as she swung her fighter around and dove underneath the Sword of Justice as the one fighter took out another man. She grimaced. She didn’t like losing men and this nut case had to be stopped. She reached up and flicked the switch to lock her S-foils in attack position.

    The wings split apart as she fired at the fighter to get his attention.

    IC: CommanderJerry Bengen
    Lead Fighter Northern Stretch

    Jerry swung his fighter around just barely missing the laser blasts from the lead fighter coming his way. He gripped the stick tightly as he aimed his lasers at the fighter’s cockpit and fired. Who ever was behind the stick dove down and was missed by a few inches.

    The fighter returned blasts as he dove underneath barely missing two lasers that otherwise would’ve pierced his cockpit window wide open. He pulled back on the stick as the X-wing flew underneath him. He pushed the stick down diving down and swung his fighter around hard causing the G forces to whine and he was forced against the back of his seat hard. He looked around trying to get a visual lock on the fighter.

    Jerry looked down and noticed a weapons lock on his fighter coming from behind him. So you think you’re that smart? He thought as he nose dived and pushed his fighter into a loop coming up behind the fighter.

    The X-wing was no longer there, almost anticipating his move looped around with him hanging onto his tail.

    He detected another weapons lock onto his fighter causing his sensors to scream at him as a torpedo was launched. He couldn’t worry about where that fighter was, he pushed the fighter to full throttle trying to gain some distance. He needed to find a way to lose this torpedo.

    Jerry twisted his fighter trying to bring the torpedo onto the Sword of Justice but the missile followed him around to the other side of the Battle cruiser. This was no ordinary heat sinking missile. It was locked onto his fighter’s signature. Which meant one of two things, either he was going to run into a storm or the missile will get him. The northern stretch left no room to make a hyperspace jump.

    Jerry closed his eyes as he felt the impact of the missile as flames erupted around him. He felt searing pain for a few seconds before everything went black.

    TBC
    Last edited by JediFalcon, Dec 7, 2012
  10. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Victor Paulsome
    Bridge, space station, Northern Stretch


    "I fear you will have to wait Arkoh, our family is no longer free. I require a moment before departure."

    The holograpic representation of Arkoh lowered his head in sadness, "Havahy, what is going on? Havahy?" The hologram's older brother ignored him and the young Arkanian boy put his hands on his hips, "Fine, just ignore me! It's not like you came to my birthday parties anyway! Always too 'busy' with being a soldier! Fine!" Then the bot flickered out of existence.

    "You are running off altered software of my sisters design? Most likely those that the government of Arkania held in it's possession? They were, unfinished probably requiring the tampering of the Jod to try and create something they considered serviciable. The scattered posessions that came here with me possess a completed version of your software, untampered direct from your Maker. If you would like after this is completed I could see about a way to prepare an updating algorhythm to aid you and the droids of this station to fully overcome possible errors from Jod possession encoding."

    A voice, instead of the red holographic girl, came over the bridge speakers, "Then you do not understand why you are here, Havah Jeth. Your past will be the key that unlocks the answers."

    The bridge doors opened suddenly; the two Jod soldiers standing guard were startled and snapped around, pointing their weapons down the empty corridor. Paulsome looked to the soldier who was caring for the flag barer, "Stay here. Both of you. Stay in communication. Updates every 5 minutes. Lock and seal the door, no one enters unless it is us."

    The soldier caring for the flag barer nodded, "Yes, Captain."

    Paulsome looked at Havah and the other two soldiers, "Everyone else, with me. Lock and load."


    ***********************


    It had been several minutes of nothing but long silent corridors, strangely clean, strangely neat, strangely quiet considering the security recording; the security office revealed nothing but two cold coffee cups, neatly stacked data-pads and old style paper documents, still running security monitor screens, and neatly racked blasters. Other rooms on the way presented that doors were shut, but not locked; the few rooms the soldiers checked were empty, clean, and orderly: as if nothing had happened as on the security footage, but also eerie, because no one was here. Not even droids.

    The small holo cameras were at every angle to give full views of each corridor for the station AI.

    Suddenly Havah's brother, Arko, appeared alongside Havah; now, the boy presented himself as a few years older then when hologram and brother first met back on the bridge; the boy looked to be 11 years old now and taller then on the bridge. He walked besides Havah with a jump in his step, "Havahy, do you remember when you use to protect me from all the bullies from school? Those were fun days, weren't they!" The boy skipped along with a smile for a few more moments, then asked, "Do you want to ask me a question yet?"

    Paulsome's comm crackled to live with check-in's:

    "Zune. All clear."

    "Mop, all clear."

    "Todder, shuttle secure."

    "Holy. Found something. Ah, Cap, you probably want to come take a look at this."

    Paulsome nodded, "What's your deployment?"

    "Four in the crew quarters conducting search. Three in the mess hall. Meet in the mess hall."

    "Copy Holy. Hold tight. We're on our way."

    By the time Paulsome and his team got there, Havah's brother had disappeared with Havah's answer.

    Holy walked up to Paulsome as one of his soldiers guarded the entrance to the mess and another guarded their discovery; "Captain, we've never seen anything like it before."

    Paulsome knelt down besides the black shelled M-3PO military protocol droid; a A280 blaster rifle lay at the droid's side. The droid's clam shell head had been cracked open showing, instead of a standard droid brain, a half droid brain on one side and a green liquid gel on the other side; the green liquid gel pooled on the floor by the droid's head.

    "Interesting," Paulsome said, putting a finger in the green collection on the floor, which seemed to move and respond to his slightest touch; the red girl reappeared.

    "Whoa! Who is this lady!" Holy shouted in shock.

    "Long story," Paulsome responded.

    "Welcome Havah to your sister's next step in machine evolution. You know what is it, don't you?"


    Tag Mitth (both for Arko and AI)
  11. Intervention Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 1, 2012
    star 2
    OOG:


    Queen Christina "The Great": She was a human female in her forties and wore a red dress, her brown hair tied behind her head in a series of twists. Her blue eyes were beautiful and stunning, as always. Her light colored skin was perfect on her face; everything spoke excellence about her. Her body was athletic and her walk, as well as her voice, was graceful.


    Queen's Guard: Muscular and athletic human males trained since birth for their duty to the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Jod. The elite of the elite in the Kingdom of Jod military, second only to Protectors. Often deployed to be the King's and Queen's personal bodyguards, royal escort for the Royal House, Royal Palace guard, and elite special forces for the military. Loyal to the point of death and they cannot be bribed or bought. They are trained in a wide variety of combat skills from hand-to-hand, melee weapons, ranged weapons, and even piloting. They often rotate in and out of the King's Army (regular infantry army) for standard six month rotations to keep their skills sharp.

    Clothing: They wear a black body-fitting body glove (just like Imperial Stormtroopers) over their bodies; over that came red pants and a short-sleeve red shirt. Over the pants came red padded thigh, knee, and shin armor. Their feet were covered in tall black combat boots, while a red blaster belt was around their waist.

    A silver blaster and sword resistance armor covered their torso (leaving their arms exposed with the body glove), while similar blaster and sword resistant silver armor covered their shoulders. Their heads were covered by a silver helmet that was face fitting and had an open-face and an elongated back to cover the neck. A royal red cloak covered their torso and shoulder armor and pooled around their feet slightly on the floor. Their weaponry included a E-11 Blaster Rifle and spare energy packs hidden under their cloak, while a Cortosis-made short sword (Gladius) was on the other side of the blaster belt. They also carried a Cortosis-made Force Pike. A black chorno-watch was on their wrist and a white hand-held comlink on their belt, as well as a set of stun-cuffs on the back on their belts; their helmets also featured a built-in comlink. They often wore black fingerless gloves on their hands.


    Royal Adviser (or Handmaiden): Royal Advisers, gender specific to the one they advise (male to male, female to female), are the personal advisers and care givers of the Royal Court, the Royal Palace, and the King and Queen. Each adviser, often in groups of at least three per person they advise, have been brought up in the best schools the Kingdom of Jod has to offer and each adviser specializes in a particular field of either politics, finance, military, social, culture, or various other fields.

    Clothing: Men: File:pencz.jpg; Women: File: Portrait of Bianca Ponzoni Anguissola


    Prophets, The: A small select group within the Church; in tune with the Force, The Prophets speak the will of the Force and follow the Living Force. Most of The Prophets are part of the Royal Council.

    Clothing: Brown or white monk-style tunics.


    Shepherd: Ministers of the Church; they are entrusted with the care, protection, growth, and leadership of the people in the church. They shepherd God's people.

    Clothing: Varies from church to church, but for special ceremonies and events, they wear brown traveling tunics with a brown cloak with a hood. The symbolism is to identify the shepherd as in the field with his sheep (the people of God), protecting, and caring for them.


    Captain (and above) Naval Officer Uniform: A white naval officer's long-sleeve uniform with gold-plated shoulder coverings, left chest showed his rank codes, right chest showing rank and name in black lettering, with a white visor hat. A black belt with a rectangular gold belt buckle, with the bold letters of KN (Kingdom's Navy) imprinted on it, supported a black standard-issued naval officer's blaster pistol on his right hip; on his left hip was a cortosis-made cutlass style sword with a white handle with gold edges that rested in a black scabbard with gold designs of naval warfare all around it.


    General (and above) King's Army Officer Uniform: M-1862 sky-blue trousers, black brogans (red instead of sky-blue), white pleated front collared dress shirt, double (split) front elastic bottom back suspenders (1857-on), U.S. Officer's Shell Jacket for Generals (Union), black slouch hat (with King's Army flag symbol on front of hat; with gold trim); a red sash was around the waist with a blaster belt and hip holster (with a DE-10 blaster pistol) and a Model 1850 Army Staff & Field Officers' Sword (and black scabbard with gold designs of army warfare all around it) on the opposite side of the blaster.




    IC: Queen Christina "The Great"
    Actualize Station, beyond the Northern Stretch, location top secret


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    Queen Christina "The Great" stood by the viewport of the private observation room at the top of the main super structure of the massive space station; behind her by several feet, a collection of Royal Handmaidens; behind the Queen's closet advisers and aids, along the back wall, were 3 high ranking naval officers, 2 army generals, 2 Prophets, and 1 Shepherd. Flanking both on the opposite side of the closed doors and on the inside of the observation room stood 2 Queen's Guardsmen.

    The Queen, wearing a long green coat over her red dress, stood by the viewport looking out at the coldness of space. In the distance, where one almost had to squint to see, was the expanse known as the Northern Stretch. Dozens of shuttles, starfighters, and small patrol craft zoomed this way and that around the space around the station. Six of the new King II-class Battleships vessels were at dock ready for departure, getting resupplied, or awaiting a crew at one of the circular extension to the massive station (2 such extensions held six such King II-class Battleships); 2 other circular extensions held 12 smaller vessels each awaiting similar actions as the Battleships. All 4 of these circular extensions could also do repairs on vessels if needed. The last 2 of the circular extensions was classified to the highest levels and held no vessels.

    In the distance beyond the station in all directions, several Light-class Destroyers, frigates, corvettes, and 3 King-class Battleships provided defense for the station.

    The new King II-class Battleships were part of the Navy Modernization Program and was the first warship product of her late husband's legacy. The battleships were impressive:


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    Imagine created by CPL_Macja

    King II-class Battleships:
    Below Data specs layout and other related information taken from Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, MC80 Liberty type Star Cruiser, and Venator-class Star Destroyer.

    Manufacturer: Royal Engineering (Jod Defense Engineering Shipwrights manufactures all other ships for the Kingdom's Navy not included in the "Navy's Modernization Program")
    Model: King II-class Battleship
    Class: Star Destroyer (see: Anaxes War College System)
    Cost: Roughly the same around of an Imperial I-class Star Destroyer (costs are saved through building direct, verses contracting out to other shipyards)

    Length: 1,600 meters
    Maximum Acceleration: >2,750
    MGLT: 65 MGLT
    Maximum Speed (atmosphere): 1,000 km/h
    Engine Units: 6 Royal One Fighter-class Engines (same look as King-class Battleships, but different internal design for better production)
    Hyperdrive Rating (Red Rock): Class .10
    Hyperdrive Rating (normal, back-up): Class 2 back-up
    Power Plant: One main Hypermatter annihilator reactor, two smaller (15% the size) solar fed back-up reactor cores (charged at 100%, can be recharged by the main reactor or solar panels; can be used with main reactor to support energy out-put for weapons, shields, sensors, and communications).
    Shields: Redundant shields, rated to Imperial II-class Star Destroyers
    Armor (Hull plating): Rated to Imperial II-class Star Destroyers
    Sensors: Classified per orders of the Royal Palace
    Communications: Classified per orders of the Royal Palace
    Targeting Systems: Classified per orders of the Royal Palace


    Armament (142 weapon emplacements):
    Note: Imperial I-class Star Destroyers have 142 weapon emplacements)


    12 DBY-827 heavy dual turbolaser turrets
    8 Arrow: 2 port / 2 starboard top arrow; 2 port / 2 starboard bottom arrow
    4 Bow: 2 top, 2 bottom

    8 All purpose mass driver cannons
    8 Middle: 4 across the "middle" section of the ship, both port and starboard

    10 NK-7 ion cannons
    8 Middle: 4 port along the "middle," 4 starboard along the "middle"

    2 Bow: 1 top, 1 bottom

    62 XX-9 heavy turbolasers
    30 Arrow: 10 port top / 10 starboard top; 10 port bottom / 10 starboard top
    10 Middle: 5 port, 5 starboard
    6 Bow: 3 top bow, 3 bottom bow
    6 Aft: 3 top, 3 bottom

    40 AG-2G quad laser cannons
    10 Arrow: 5 top arrow, 5 bottom arrow
    10 Middle: 5 port, 5 starboard
    10 bow: 5 top, 5 bottom
    10 Aft: 5 top, 5 bottom

    10 Concussion Missile Launchers
    4 Bow: 2 top, 2 bottom
    6 Middle: 3 port, 3 starboard


    10 Q7 Tractor Beam Projectors
    4 Bow: 2 top, 2 bottom
    6 Bottom: around hanger bay


    Complement:

    4 T-65 X-wing starfighter squadrons
    3 BTL-S3 Y-wing starfighter squadrons
    1 Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor squadron
    1 Aggressive ReConnaissance-170 starfighter squadron
    1 V-19 Torrent starfighter squadron
    Total: 120 starfighters

    12 GAT-12 Skipray Blastboats (various models)

    Numerous repair and recovery vessels

    3 Aka'jor-class shuttles
    4 Nu-class attack shuttles
    12 Sentinel-class Landing Craft
    2 Gamma-class assault shuttle
    4 Y-4 Raptor-class Transports
    2 CR25 troop carriers
    1 IF-120 landing craft


    10 AT-TEs
    5 T4-B heavy tanks
    8 TX-130T fighter tanks
    20 AT-PTs
    2 AT-OTs

    3 AT-APs
    4 AV-7 Antivehicle Cannons

    Infantry: 10,000
    1 Garrison Base


    Cargo Capacity: 26,000 metric tons
    Consumables: 5 years

    Communications Systems: Classified per orders of the Royal Palace
    Crew:
    Officers: 6,235
    Enlisted: 19,850
    Gunners: 305
    Total: 26,39


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    The queen prayed and hoped that the use of her decoy through the Jod civil war at the Royal Palace was the right thing to do. Because, shortly, her decoy would be dead...the ultimate fulfillment of her job as "decoy".


    TBC
    Last edited by Intervention, Dec 9, 2012
  12. Intervention Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 1, 2012
    star 2
    OOG: For the above stats for the King-II class Battleship, come changes need to be made. Please see the revised stats in the Rocketjock Eatery. This is what I get for staying up until 3:30am in the morning working on it. :p
  13. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Nate Legnash, Tim Williams, Engineer Bromley, Aurora Cradmoon, Sergeant Vestor, Corporal Loretta, Delicate Delinquent hangar, and Gamma-class assault shuttle, respectively.
    Location: Berroll's Donn

    Nate stepped down the ramp, and asked the man already on the deck, for permission to board, a formality from his Navy days that he remembered, though he certainly wasn't going to turn around and leave if the beng said 'no'.

    The being was raising his blaster, then on clocking him, lowered it again.

    “Permission granted,” Wolf said with a smile as he gestured in the direction Sounil had taken off too. “You are expected on deck eight.”

    "Deck Eight?" Nate echoed, "Thank you." He turned back to his team within the shuttle. "My group? With me."

    Waving to Wolf, he led his team out of the hangar, only to see several people in red-and-black man-handling sheets of metal, under the gruff direction of an old man in an orange jumpsuit.

    "Hold." The group behind the former gunner slowed, stopping around him in the corridor. "Do you need help carrying that?"

    The man in orange looked up. "Well, yes. As many beings as you can spare? I'm Chief Engineer Tim Williams."

    Nate gestured to his men. "Drop packs at the side, and get in to help them." He moved next to one of the Jod carrying a two-metre square of metal, and got a good grip at the edge, taking his share of the weight. "Where we taking this stuff, Chief?"

    Williams gestured down the corridor, past the Atgar. "End of the corridor, a door is sealed. We are ferrying the scrap metal down there and leaving it there."

    "Just down to the door?"

    "Our hull is breached beyond it, so Engineer Bromley and his team are suiting up to do the repairs." Tim gestured to his own group. "These gentle-beings are all Jod techs and engineers."

    Nate chose one at random from the ones he was helping, and nodded at him, as they took the metal along, the convoy led by pairs of Jod sharing the weight of poles, stanchions, support braces.

    The former Imperial felt the tendons in his arms go painfully taut with the un-used to strain, but tried to overcome it for the short trip to the doorway that he could see down the short hallway.

    The cramped area clanged deafeningly as metal was dropped in a pile by the sealed hatch, Legnash exhaling heavily with some relief as he and his team dropped their load, and moved away to where they could lean on walls, and swear at each other.

    Nate looked at them. Prisoners, Jod, Mercs. We're not so different. He could see from the faces of his own fellow ex-Block residents, that despite the heavy work, they appreciated the opportunity to be of use.

    Opposite him, Williams got on his comlink. "Bromley? Williams. Your repair materials are waiting for you by the end door on Deck Four. You got an arrival time?"

    * * * *

    Delinquent - Deck Three Repair Halls

    Bromley tried to hear what the Chief was saying over his comlink, despite the electronic cacophany of whistles, bleeps, synthesized voices coming from the droids around and underfoot.

    "SHUT UP!" He ordered in eventual exasperation, breathing a sigh of relief at the deafening silence that followed. "Not you Chief. Huh? Yeah, we are still getting suited up, so depending on that, say about ten standard minutes. Yes, we will be as quick as we can."

    Like several of the technicians on his team, Bromley was in various stages of dress with his donated Go Team space-suit. He looked over at Circuit: "Circuit, we are going to be going into an area of the ship with no atmosphere. Do you have your own vac-gear? If not, you'll have to wear that." He pointed at a suit that he had tossed towards the helpful clone, but which had draped across the dome of an accomodating R2 unit standing beside the volunteer.

    The suit shifted as the droid turned its dome towards his voice, but the blue vac-suit was not dislodged.

    * * * *

    Gamma-shuttle

    Aurora looked up out the shuttle window blister at the metal sky formed by the interdictor's underside, as they moved clear of the docking bay.

    Behind her, the sergeant was saying that he had a lock on the escape pods, and was taking them over there.

    To her left, the female guard was speaking: "I'm surprised none of the pods have made a beeline for the cruiser. They should have their own engines, shouldn't they."

    "They are not starfighters, Corporal. A big engine and enough fuel to reach the nearest habitable planet, and then manouvering thrusters. No brakes. Once you set the thing going, the only thing that will slow it down is the thick atmosphere of whatever world they have await rescue on."

    Cradmoon looked at the simple brown and tan barrels floating near to where the Johnny Boy must have been, in two distinct groups. Apart from the propellant thrustes at the back, they were largely featureless.

    She wondered if she should attempt to use the Force to bob or roll the things closer, or towards the cruiser. This was the sort of thing...well not this specifically, that she had asked the more experienced jedi Mercs to help train her for.

    Perhaps Mac-

    "I didn't comm him!" She blurted, attracting a look from Loretta.

    "Comm who, Flight Officer?" Vestor enquired from behind.

    "Flight Lieutenant Zieleb-Xan, Sergeant. He's the one that called me before." She felt like she could sense the non-com smiling behind her, but refused to turn and look.

    "Your boyfriend? Actualy, no; I don't need to know. Keep your mind in the game, and alert me once we are in tractor range."

    "Sir." Aurora studied her readouts, as numbers on some flashed with diminishing values. "One pod in range, Sergeant.".

    Vestor heard her, but said nothing, checking his own controls. "Okay, engage tractor."

    Outside, one of the barrels stopped its vertical spin, and seemed to jump into a steady position, albeit still out with its fellows.

    "Tractor engaged."

    "Good girl."

    This was a better reaction than her time in the cockpit of her fighter had generated in her colleagues, so she was quite pleased to hear it. "Thank you. Do you want me to pull it in closer, or maintain the distance?"

    "Maintain distance for now, but keep an eye on the power strength of the beam as we manouvre. I want to snag another one before we head back."

    "Yes, sir." Aurora reached up and adjusted a round knob to increase the power coming out of the Nordoxicon Wavefront-active tractor beam projector a notch. Wasn't necessary, but she wanted the reassurance.

    "Corporal, your turn."

    "Sir. Take us in slowly, please. I will engage as soon as the next one is in range."

    "Negative, you will report your range, then engage when I tell you."

    "Sergeant." Loretta noted that she had two life pods in range as the shuttle proceeded, and had an idea, though she wasn't sure if it would work.

    "I have two in range. If I lock onto the further one, and sweep the beam across the closer one, would I have two in one beam?"

    Cradmoon looked over with a frown. "When the beam hits the closer one, wouldn't that break the lock on the further one?"

    "Lets not get too exotic, people. Lock onto one, so we can get them back to the ship, and come out for another two. Engage."

    "Locked on"

    Vestor wheeled the shuttle around, to take them back to the cruiser, getting on the comlink to Williams. "You still in the TIE Hangar?"

    "Yep, though we have cleared all the metal out for repairs."

    "We are bringing in two escape pods, to drop in that hangar. Please arrange a security team to greet the passengers and check for hostiles. ETA five standard."

    "On it. Williams out."

    * * * *

    Deck Four corridor

    Williams looked over at Nate, about to address him when he was distracted by a female, Irisa, appearing up the corridor, and nipping into the main hangar.

    "She seemed to be in a hurry." Nate noted, following the Chief's gaze.

    "She's the captain's neice, so don't try anything stupid."

    Legnash rolled his eyes. "You know how much of a cliche that sounds?"

    Tim smiled and shrugged. "Regardless." He stood up, pulling the comlink.
    "Bridge, what volunteer security teams do we have?"

    "Teams? Team A is at the dome; Team B is doing a sweep of the upper decks, and incidentally have identified ship damage the Greater Javin escape, which needs repairs."

    "I will head up there and take a look. I'm forming a group of the new crew-members from one of the shuttles into Security Team C, and having them check the life pods when they are brought into the TIE hangar." The Chief looked at Nate. "You carrying?"

    "Those of us who left the Block with weapons, received them back when we signed up for this mission."

    "Right, follow me. The unarmed ones hang back to await orders."

    Nate drew his E-11 and waved his group to follow him and Williams, and passed the Chef Engineer's instructions along, which saw his group split into two with the unarmed ones moving along the hangar's interior wall while the rest looked up to greet the two escape pods that were now being extended through the magcon field on invisible arms, and lowered to the gouged deck while the assault shuttle remained outside.

    The team leader looked down to check his footing as he backtracked to give the pods room to be settled down.
    "They look pretty big when you see them by themselves." He noted.

    "Ages since I installed some of them." Tim reminisced, "You never really want to see them installed in anger" Looking at them lowereing, he wasn't sure if he wanted his daughter to be in one of these pods, or still aboard the Johnny Boy, working with Captain Taller and Commander Streets to bring the ship back safe.

    Two deafening clangs echoed round the place as they were put down. The surfaces of each glistened with condensation that steamed off in the comparative warmth of the docking bay.

    They waited for the capsules to be opened from the inside.

    Tag: Circuit
    Last edited by Sith-I-5, Dec 9, 2012
  14. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Northern Stretch Leading the Free web of defense

    Fress watched as the fighter exploded as the torpedo penetrated the engines. “Good work, Saber,” she commanded the droid who kept the track of the Torpedo and made sure it kept on the fighter’s tail. Usually she programs the torpedoes to home in on the fighters ship, but she hasn’t had time. She reached up flicking the switch to close the S-foils back into flight position. She turned the X-wing around and joined yellow squadron under the Sword of Justice. “Yellow Two, who is the deuce of the squadron or the next highest rank?”

    “I am,” Yellow two answered.

    “I’m placing you in temporary charge until we reach the other side of the Northern Stretch and we’re back on the Sword of Justice,” Fress explained with a frown. “Good luck Flight Lieutenant.”

    “Thank you, Lieutenant,” Yellow two answered.

    Fress pushed the fighter back in lead of the defense web. War was ugly but she did what she had to do. She studied the radar noting that several of the enemy’s fighters had already been cleared just leaving the people under her command left. She smiled grimly to her self. “Firecracker to bridge. Last wave of enemy fighters are destroyed. Loss on our side is minimal. Lead to fighters, return to assigned zones.”


    IC: Cody
    Sword of Justice, Bridge.

    Cody sighed with relief as he heard Fress announce about directing the others into taking the other fighters out. She was living up to the reputation she had built during her time on the front lines of the Clone Wars. “That a girl, Fress,” he muttered under his breath. He turned his attention to Stakes. “I see she hasn’t lost her touch. She had quite the reputation on the front lines.”

    Tag Bravo
    TBC?
  15. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    IC: C.T. /Herc
    Delicate Delinquent Bridge/Quad Laser Turret

    "As for the sensor readings, make multiple copies, please. Send a copy each to the Captain, your Herc and Circuit, and Chief Engineer Williams."

    C.T. nodded and made copies for all that were mentioned. He made sure that each copy made it where it was supposed to go. Hopefully together they could figure out what it was that took the Johnny Boy.

    “All copies made and sent.”

    Herc got the information and looked at it.

    “C.T. what is this?”

    C.T. heard his comrade. “Herc, I wish I knew. Thought maybe you would have an idea or could get is a better view of it if the thing shows up again.”

    “C.T., the view I can give you, but I’m not sure how I can help with what it is. That may be a Circuit thing.”

    “Already sent him the information. Stay focused out there.”

    “As if I would do anything else? Herc out.”

    Tag Sith

    _______________________________________
    IC: Circuit
    Delinqent Deck 3 repair Halls

    Circuit looked at the information that was brought down to him and read the read outs. It didn’t look like something he had seen….really….just something he had heard about. But that was a myth, wasn’t it?

    “Looks like the work of the darkside. But with that much power to move a ship of that size? That’s legend…….or is it?” Circuits self dialogue was cut short as he heard the call to help with repairs.

    "Circuit, we are going to be going into an area of the ship with no atmosphere. Do you have your own vac-gear? If not, you'll have to wear that." He pointed at a suit that he had tossed towards the helpful clone, but which had draped across the dome of an accomodating R2 unit standing beside the volunteer.

    Circuit nodded and took the suit off the R2 unit.

    “Thanks for catching that for me.”

    The R2 unit whistled it’s “you’re welcome” as Circuit began to suit up.

    Tag: Sith
    Last edited by Coffee_Ninja, Dec 10, 2012
  16. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Kasumi
    Sword of Justice Bridge

    Kasumi heard Fress’ warning.

    “Firecracker to Phoenix, I’m picking up more storm activity just up ahead. Have the SOJ adjust according to the path in the Force.”

    “All ready done Firecracker. You adjust as needed, no reckless driving out there now.”

    Kasumi turned her attention to the helm.

    “Helm adjust to 70 mark 2.”

    "Jedi, can you get us to that planet?" Stakes asked; here, there was no room to move during combat. But, assuming this planet was in a safe zone, Stakes could have the tactical advantage with his battleship.

    Kasumi looked at the coordinates.

    “Yes sir, I believe I can. Helm, new course using the following coordinates as our destination. Helm, adjust again after these two storms to 143 mark 2.”

    Tag: Bravo
  17. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Bridge, Sword of Justice, Jod Star System


    "Jedi, can you get us to that planet?" Stakes asked; here, there was no room to move during combat. But, assuming this planet was in a safe zone, Stakes could have the tactical advantage with his battleship.

    “Firecracker to bridge. Last wave of enemy fighters are destroyed. Loss on our side is minimal. Lead to fighters, return to assigned zones.”

    “That a girl, Fress,” he muttered under his breath. He turned his attention to Stakes. “I see she hasn’t lost her touch. She had quite the reputation on the front lines.”

    Stakes nodded, "So it seems, trooper. Which is good for us."

    “Yes sir, I believe I can. Helm, new course using the following coordinates as our destination. Helm, adjust again after these two storms to 143 mark 2.”


    Stakes watched the two storms ahead; something about them gave him a memory from long ago. Back in his academy days, his instructor had always said,

    While Stakes would have agreed with such a statement---and still did of dedication to family and country---back in his academy days, what he had seen here, in the field, challenged some of those concepts. Right now, surrender would have them all in chains and their cause---and justice---would be lost. If they fought like honorable Jod naval officers, upholding honor and respect for the enemy as he or she was supposed to do for them, then they would have a slim chance of survival. But a slim chance of survival over a unknown planet deep in the Northern Stretch meant that they might not get out of the Northern Stretch with how the ion storms were if their shields were gone or hull was damaged.

    And, Stakes had to remind himself, they, the Confederacy of Regions, had marched against their own people, shed innocent blood, and had imprisioned teachers, doctors, and government officials who didn't hold their views. And the Gettsyburg had made her allegiance known, despite Stakes' best efforts.

    So Stakes had made his allegiance and his decision. Looking around the bridge, and pretending to see beyond these bridge walls and into the other parts of the ship and into the cockpits of the starfighters, all of these men and women were looking to him to get them out of here safely.

    Timothy thought back to the long decorative wood case that hung on his wall in his ready room; the same wood case that had been in his family for generations as a reminder to pass on to the next generation. That wood case held a very important family message.

    One that he had no choice but to use now. He wouldn't sarcfice his crew because of naval tradition and gentlemen warfare. No, war was hell, as it had been said so many times over. Well, these COR ***-holes had brought war upon them and if the Sword of Justice didn't make it to Actualize Station, then the war---and hope---was gone.

    Stakes looked over at comms as the SOJ neared the two storms, "Comms, redirect a priority message to General Perez to my ready room," Stakes looked to the Commander, "You have the bridge, Commander."

    The Commander nodded, "Yes, Captain."

    Stakes had full confidence that the Commander and the Jedi would get them through this; entering his Ready Room, as the door shut, Stakes looked at the waiting live feed photo of a very inpatient General.

    "General, I have a very classified mission for you. These COR ******* have us cornered. It's either we break tradition or die. Are you in, General?"

    The General didn't say a word, instead waited for Stakes' orders. After all, maybe the Royal Engineer was willing to do what it took, since after all, he was part of the elite and very loyal Royal Command structure.

    "Ten minutes to planet," Said a overhead speaker in Stakes' Ready Room from the bridge.

    "Okay General, I'll take that as a yes. Get your best men---as many as you can---the ones you trust the most, and get them to take a few concussion missiles, mines, and proton torpedoes from the hanger bay storage rooms. Take them down to the escape pod deck ASAP. Load them into several escape pods. Make sure you get into Lieutenant Sims' quarters, he has a zoo that is totally against regulations, but he bought a boat-load of deadly lizards that make good hearty meals if cooked right while at the Javin Bucket. He didn't think we would find out. Stuff the lizards, a few each, into every escape pod you load with the missiles and mines. Enough lizards to make the escape pod look full of life signs. When you have all that done, comm the bridge. You have ten minutes, General. Make it happen and happen now. This may be our only chance. Use whoever you need. Stakes out."

    Stakes sat back and nodded. He knew what he was doing was right. Someone in this firefight had to survive and he aimed it to be the Sword of Justice.

    Walking back out onto the bridge from his Ready Room, Stakes looked to the Commander, "Report."

    The Commander nodded towards the two storms that they were aiming to go right through, "Get through these storms and then the planet beyond that. What's the plan, Captain? We're still out-numbered."

    Stakes nodded, "We are out-numbered. So we'll have to be smarter then our enemy. Evac all non-essential personnel from all port and starboard gunnery positions. Hand over control of the weapons in those areas over to the bridge. Then, create a fake communication about a mutiny aboard the ship. Make sure the communication includes the sounds of blasters. Have the communication state that the mutiny has failed, but they have captured Captain Stakes and are headed to the escape pods. Make sure the communication is scrambled enough to make it look as if if they are trying to get past our communication security codes, but enough intact to get the understanding of the message. When your done, comm the bridge. You have ten minutes, Commander."

    "Understood, Captain."

    As the Commander left, Stakes turned his attention to the two storms as they passed between them; both COR Battleship and Destroyer were still behind them, matching them move for move and gaining on them still. "Jedi, where to now?" Jod could see almost a full wall of ion storm in front of them for as far as the eye could see.

    "Captain, the COR are deploying their last squadron of starfighter. Captain, their interceptors."

    "Comms, alert the starfighters."

    "Yes, Captain," The comms officer said, then spoke to the starfighters, "Squadron leaders, one last enemy squadron is headed your way. Their interceptors. Be careful."


    Tag Coffee, Falcon, Sith (?)
  18. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    Game Master Notice: Please disregard (void) my last post for Captain Victor Paulsome, posted on Friday, December 7th, 2012 at 11:05pm via my Bravo username. I made a error in the post in regards to another character's past. Please replace that post with the one below. Thank you. :)


    IC: Captain Victor Paulsome
    Bridge, space station, Northern Stretch


    "I fear you will have to wait Arkoh, our family is no longer free. I require a moment before departure."

    The holograpic representation of Arkoh lowered his head in sadness, "Havahy, what is going on? Havahy?" The hologram's older brother ignored him and the young Arkanian boy put his hands on his hips, "Fine, just ignore me!" Then the hologram flickered out of existence.

    "You are running off altered software of my sisters design? Most likely those that the government of Arkania held in it's possession? They were, unfinished probably requiring the tampering of the Jod to try and create something they considered serviciable. The scattered posessions that came here with me possess a completed version of your software, untampered direct from your Maker. If you would like after this is completed I could see about a way to prepare an updating algorhythm to aid you and the droids of this station to fully overcome possible errors from Jod possession encoding."

    A voice, instead of the red holographic girl, came over the bridge speakers, "Then you do not understand why you are here, Havah Jeth. Your past will be the key that unlocks the answers."

    The bridge doors opened suddenly; the two Jod soldiers standing guard were startled and snapped around, pointing their weapons down the empty corridor. Paulsome looked to the soldier who was caring for the flag barer, "Stay here. Both of you. Stay in communication. Updates every 5 minutes. Lock and seal the door, no one enters unless it is us."

    The soldier caring for the flag barer nodded, "Yes, Captain."

    Paulsome looked at Havah and the other two soldiers, "Everyone else, with me. Lock and load."


    ***********************


    It had been several minutes of nothing but long silent corridors, strangely clean, strangely neat, strangely quiet considering the security recording; the security office revealed nothing but two cold coffee cups, neatly stacked data-pads and old style paper documents, still running security monitor screens, and neatly racked blasters. Other rooms on the way presented that doors were shut, but not locked; the few rooms the soldiers checked were empty, clean, and orderly: as if nothing had happened as on the security footage, but also eerie, because no one was here. Not even droids.

    The small holo cameras were at every angle to give full views of each corridor for the station AI.

    Suddenly Havah's brother, Arko, appeared alongside Havah; now, the boy presented himself as a few years older then when hologram and brother first met back on the bridge; the boy looked to be 11 years old now and taller then on the bridge; the hologram showed the boy sitting at a desk, talking into a holograpic recording device of some short, "Havahy, I just made my first 'A' in political sciences!" Suddenly the boy's face was down, "I wish you were here Havahy. I haven't seen you for months! Sis is so occupied with her computers that...well...you know Dad! He wouldn't understand. Miss you!" Then the hologram flickered out of existence again.

    Paulsome's comm crackled to live with check-in's:

    "Zune. All clear."

    "Mop, all clear."

    "Todder, shuttle secure."

    "Holy. Found something. Ah, Cap, you probably want to come take a look at this."

    Paulsome nodded, "What's your deployment?"

    "Four in the crew quarters conducting search. Three in the mess hall. Meet in the mess hall."

    "Copy Holy. Hold tight. We're on our way."

    Paulsome and his team got there in short order.

    Holy walked up to Paulsome as one of his soldiers guarded the entrance to the mess and another guarded their discovery; "Captain, we've never seen anything like it before."

    Paulsome knelt down besides the black shelled M-3PO military protocol droid; a A280 blaster rifle lay at the droid's side. The droid's clam shell head had been cracked open showing, instead of a standard droid brain, a half droid brain on one side and a green liquid gel on the other side; the green liquid gel pooled on the floor by the droid's head.

    "Interesting," Paulsome said, putting a finger in the green collection on the floor, which seemed to move and respond to his slightest touch; the red girl reappeared.

    "Whoa! Who is this lady!" Holy shouted in shock.

    "Long story," Paulsome responded.

    "Welcome Havah to your sister's next step in machine evolution. Do you know what it is? I'm sure the Black Guard had some access to it?"


    "Black Guard?" Paulsome asked, turning to Havah.


    Tag Mitth (both for Arko and AI)
    Last edited by Bravo, Dec 11, 2012
  19. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: General Perez, Escape Pod vestibule, the Sword of Justice


    The General walked around, easily keeping his footing as the deck, and indeed the whole ship, shuddered with the buffeting of the ion storm outside.

    There was no-one here that he counted as “his most trusted men”, as all the Royal Engineers that he had worked with him, were aboard the Delinquent, or had been on the Authority.

    So he had normal Jod naval personnel loading the escape pods with explosive ordnance, as per the captain’s orders, and had despatched a Go Team to get the lizards, reasoning that someone in a full-on environment suit would be better placed to handle live reptiles.

    He turned as the first of several blue-suited men stepped in, holding fat, iridescently-scaled reptiles under one arm, while the other hand tried to hold their heads or lower jaws.

    Perez smiled at the soldier heading for Hatch Three with his passenger, while the thing extended its neck and tried to snap at the bulky gold collar jutting out at his neckline.

    “Seems to like you, that one.” He commented, amused.

    “Yes sir. I think he wants dessert.” The commando replied, taking the lizard to the hatchway, and negotiating a way to shove it in.

    “Dessert? What did he have for his main meal?”

    “Lieutenant Sim.”

    The General’s jaw dropped. “They ate him?!”

    Gloved fingers were pointed to the reddish-brown boot-prints being tracked across the white deck. "Those weren't a clue? Lieutenant Sim, that is."

    The troops tossed their various cargoes into the pods, either shutting the hatch on snapping jaws, or where the animals were quicker, kicking them back in before shutting the door.

    One, and there is always one, valiantly stood on one leg while an enterprising lizard worried his boot off.

    “Two minutes left, people.” Perez warned, looking over as the annoyed trooper lost his balance and disappeared into the pod!

    “No blasters, no blasters!” he yelled, running at the nearest Naval Guard who was pulling his DE-10 as he stepped up to help.

    Perez shoved the guard’s arm up, to send a lime energy bolt ricocheting into the cowling over the arched hatch, while several others ducked as the packet zinged about the bay.

    “No! It’s full of explosives! You’ll hole the ship!”

    Wisbeski, whose single forearm Perez was having trouble gripping with both hands, and feeling like the visitor to the rodeo sitting on their wildest bull, looked down.
    “What’m I supposed to use, harsh language?”

    “How about Rule #9,” Perez queried reasonably, paraphrasing a creation of the popular show, Northern Region Criminal Investigative Service “never go anywhere without a knife.”

    “Well, if we’re bringing NCIS into this, what about Rule 3-” There was still panicked screaming from inside the pod. “-Don’t believe what you’re told. Double check.”

    Perez released the trooper. “Well, double check if you like, just don’t shoot at the explosives.” He blinked, having a visible but unspoken ‘Doh!’ moment. “Bayonet!”

    Here.” A lone Kings Army soldier called out from the floor, where he had dived to avoid the errant bolt. Rising to one knee, he snapped the bayonet off his LR-Model 2 blaster rifle, and tossed it up to Perez.

    “Thanks.” Perez volunteered, catching it one handed without harm. “I’ll deal with the lizard; you pull the casualty clear.”

    General.

    Conscious that Captain Stakes would soon be calling for an update, Perez dove into the pod over the soldier’s struggling form to jab the bayonet into the lizard’s right-front foot, pinning it to the escape pod floor.
    When the screaming creature released the soldier’s boot, and snapped at Perez, he boxed it across the chops with a handy land mine, aware that the soldier was being hauled out by his shoulders.

    The grey pizza-shaped ordnance slipped from his fingers and clanged on the deck, rolling under the lizard to rest against the pile of charges gathered at the pod's forward section.

    Get me a medic here, on the double.

    Perez backtracked on hands and knees as fast as his belly would let him, and glanced up as green ichor spurted across his face and shoulder, to see the lizard trying to bite the bayonet to free itself.

    “Close it! Close it!” He yelled as soon as he was over the line where indents in the deck would accept the toothed hatch.

    THUMP

    The General looked at the sealed hatch, made sure all the other pod openings were sealed, and called the bridge. “Captain? General Perez. We’re all clear down here!” While waiting for Stakes to respond, he noticed the Kings Army man leaving quietly in the direction of the turbolifts. “Hey, I did not get your name.”

    Without turning, the Army being simply reminded, “Rule 11. When the job is done, walk away.

    Tag: Captain Stakes
    Last edited by Sith-I-5, Dec 11, 2012
  20. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Nothern Stretch

    "Squadron leaders, one last enemy squadron is headed your way. Their interceptors. Be careful."

    “Copy bridge,” Fress answered as she gauged the radar. Interceptors were a last ditch effort before taking on the ship one on one. “Firecracker to Gold Leader, interceptors at mark three five and coming in fast. Take them out.”

    “Copy Firecracker.”

    Fress watched as the squadron from the top of the ship turned around and intercepted the wave of fighters. This time she had a feeling they won’t go down easy. “Firecracker to Blue Leader, help Gold squadron. Red Leader and Yellow Leader hold back , you will be the reserves this time.”

    Fress heard confirmations from the other squad leaders as Blue squadron rushed to help Gold squadron out. She watched as they slowly took the fighters out but a couple were continuously giving the slip. She frowned hoping she didn’t have to go back there but she knew she could handle the difficult ones.

    IC: Frances Childe
    Gold Leader

    Frances swung his fighter around as the Leader of the interceptor fell behind him. He did a loop allowing him to pull up behind the fighter but another fighter fell behind him forcing him to do an evasive manoeuvre. “Gold Lead to two, are you busy? I could use some help back here.”

    “Sorry Lead, busy on my end,” Two responded.

    Frances shook his head as he pushed his fighter down and up hoping to get a lock on the fighter behind him. “I can’t shake this tail, if anyone isn’t doing anything I could use some help back here.”

    “I’m on it,” a voice spoke out. “Blue three, sir.”

    “Thanks Blue Three,” Frances answered as the Interceptor behind blew up in a fire ball. He focused on the Lead as he unleashed a torpedo. He watched as the Lead went up in flames. "How many left, Firecracker?”

    “Five Gold lead, good shooting,” Fress answered. “Watch out for that funnel close to you.”

    “Copy Firecracker,” Frances answered as he looked to his side and noted the funnel to port. He frowned as he swung his fighter around as an Interceptor dropped behind his tail. He closed in on the funnel and yanked back on the stick at the last second, he skimmed the funnel as the fighter behind him ran into the funnel and erupted in debris. One down four to go.

    TBC
  21. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Jason Lasso
    Ion Storms, Northern Stretch


    "I thought you said this place was secure," Lasso said as he adjusted buttons and view screens from the pilot seat as the laser blasts from four Vulture-class droid starfighters, "Not included that these droids shouldn't be firing at us!"

    The Jedi Ninja known as "He" shrugged, "It is odd. But, aren't you the kid with "Natural Hands"?"

    Jason gridded his teeth; his helmet was off, "Yea...that's what they told me," Jason banked the Theta-class T-2 c shuttle to the right as they flew in one of the "safe routes" through the Northern Stretch; the laser blasts finally got through the shields and smoke and flame errupted from the right engine, "Well, looks like our journey will be a bit short."

    "Maybe," He responded, adding as he brought up a holograpic map on the console, "There is a planet over there. Interesting. I should have known this...and I never did."

    "I don't like that," Jason replied, "Going to a place you don't know about."

    "He" looked at the sensors, "At least we don't have to worry about those droid fighters. Their turning around."

    "Why do I get the feeling their not leaving us for dead?"

    As the dark and lightening storm covered planet came into distant view, "He" pointed to the "graveyard" of hundreds of starships orbiting around the planet, "We're about to find out what caused the destruction of those starships."

    "Someone turned those starfighters around. But who?"

    "I have a feeling who. And we're about to find out."

    Lasso looked at the console data as they entered the orbit graveyard of King-class Battleships, Bastion-class Frigates, Corvettes, starfighters, and other various types of starship wrecks, "Well, we're losing fuel. We must have a fuel leak. It's the planet or nothing."



    TBC
  22. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    Havah Jeth
    Northen Stretch Space Station, First last line of defense

    He did his best to ignore the glowing blue apparition of his youngest brother, even as a parady of years danced in photonic redner before him with the echoes of a voice long silenced. Continuing on was a matter of wrote progression, the Captain went with him, although in part he wondered since the station did not specify the Captain whether or not at another turn the Captain would become cannon fodder. Much as Havah had been offered up first.

    Although there was an enemy here upon the station, the stations eyes seemed intact everywhere they went, and so he let himself relax a little as he moved with the soldiers. He kept his eyes and ears always open, but there was nothing else to add. Not until they had received a call and gone to that gastly place. A Jod cafeteria. Abeit the horrors of what these boot obsessed individuals accounted as food was not the reason they had been called, already he had visions of processed products from an industrial development providing canned produce, a thing of history books.

    Looking at the M-3PO unit holding an A280, a decent weapon for medium range superiority to cut down even a stormtrooper without any difficulty no matter where on the armor you hit. A good weapon. Watching the Captain work he noted the green gels response to being touched and the red system AI representation appearance was most expected. Her question was telling, and about his past in a way that a machine should not be so flippant about giving out such information.

    "Above your paygrade Captain." he tersely stated before turning to address the AI, "Yes. I still doubt you have her most advanced version, but bio-machines are not an easy thing when not giving in to trade offs. A reason most, or all, just attempt to increase the hardware or software in a linear fashion." Bending down he motioned the captain to back up a step, then he proceeded to whistle a few notes to see if some of the auditory inducements his sister had discussed in one of her rants had made it into the Jod version, or even her own. A woman's poragitive to change her mind, or a scientists to find a better road often leave such things as remote possibilities. Still he had to try to see if he could induce a repair or secure program in the bio-machine-gel complex.

    TAG: @Bravo
  23. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Tom Blake
    Interceptor Lead

    Tom sat back and watched as his squadron was slowly taken out one by one. King Alex must’ve taken his best men with him or someone knew what they were doing. He frowned as Shadow three was just taken out. Who was directing the squadrons? Who was in lead of the Defence and where was Jerry? “Shadow Lead to Bridge, where is defense lead?”

    “Bridge to Shadow Lead, Defence lead was destroyed by an unknown fighter, we determined this individual is directing the free web defence.”

    Destroyed? Tom thought with a frown. Jerry was the best pilot they had. An unknown fighter? He studied the radar and noted a weird looking fighter just a head of the Sword of Justice. Who is this individual he thought as Shadow Two was taken out. Was he on the wrong side? “Shadow Five hold your fire,” he commanded.

    “Shadow Lead, we’re outnumbered,” Shadow Five reported the obvious.

    “I’m aware of that, Five,” Tom answered. “Get the feeling we’re on the wrong side?”

    “Never crossed my mind, I swore my allegiance too…”

    “As did I Five. An unknown fighter is directing the free web defence for the Sword of Justice,” Tom reported with a frown. “What if the prophecy is now just coming true?”

    “What do you want to do? Wave a white flag? If we wait too long, we’ll be taken out,” Five pointed out with sarcasm.

    “Not a bad idea,” Tom said as he tuned into the frequency he suspected the free web defence was using. “Shadow Lead to the unknown fighter, I want to call a truce for my fellow pilot and I.”

    IC: Fress Colias
    Northern Stretch leading the free web defence

    Saber beeped at her as she heard a voice over the comms. It definitely came from the enemy. Fress frowned as she listened to this person in lead of the interceptors.

    “Shadow Lead to the unknown fighter, I want to call a truce for my fellow pilot and I.”

    “Firecracker to Gold and Blue leaders, hold your fire but keep an eye on them in case it’s a trick,” Fress heard them acknowledge her order as she contacted the Bridge. “Firecracker to Bridge, we have two remaining fighters wanting to call a truce, permission to have them escorted?”

    Tag Bravo
  24. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG: Just waiting for Coffee to post before I continue in the Northern Stretch with Timothy Stakes.


    IC: Captain Victor Paulsome
    Mess Hall, space station, Northern Stretch


    "Above your paygrade Captain." he tersely stated...

    "That never sounds good," Paulsome explained.

    ...before turning to address the AI, "Yes. I still doubt you have her most advanced version, but bio-machines are not an easy thing when not giving in to trade offs. A reason most, or all, just attempt to increase the hardware or software in a linear fashion." Bending down he motioned the captain to back up a step, then he proceeded to whistle a few notes to see if some of the auditory inducements his sister had discussed in one of her rants had made it into the Jod version, or even her own. A woman's poragitive to change her mind, or a scientists to find a better road often leave such things as remote possibilities. Still he had to try to see if he could induce a repair or secure program in the bio-machine-gel complex.


    As Havah whistled, Victor wondered briefly if the "Black Guard" mercenary was a bit loose upstairs, but that thought was replaced with puzzlement when lights flickered briefly in the droid's eyes. Slowly, the "dead" droud came alive; for a moment, nothing happened, but the droid's eyes stayed lit.

    "Ah..." Paulsome started, then cleared his voice, "...Can you hear us?"

    The droid's voice seemed strained, as if it was struggling to keep going, "SSCD Unit 3 responding. Critical damage. Unable to preform primary duty."

    "SSCD? What is your primary duty?" Paulsome asked.

    "SSCD: Special Situations Combat Droid. Primary duty is to defend the station against extreme threats."

    "Why do you trust us?"

    "Maker Code activated."

    Paulsome glanced at Havah at the "Maker Code" comment, "The whistles," Paulsome said, then turned back to the droid, "Can you tell us what happened? Why you were activated?"

    "Twelve hours ago a disabled ship was hauled in by tractor beam projectors. Ship board systems were unable to identify the being as organic or other. Two hours later, the unconscious form woke in the medical bay and slaughtered all in the medical bay. Security teams responded. Station was evacuated. 4 SSCD units activated to assist security teams. Three units disabled. One unit still operating in the cargo bays, successful adaptation to combat conditions. Staff was unable to successfully evacuate station."

    "What happened to the staff?" Paulsome pressed as he started to see the droid's resolve to stay activated fade away.

    "Unidienified star...ip...appr...sta...tion..."

    "Wait!" Paulsome pleaded, but the droid was gone, it's eyes darkened. Paulsome looked towards the red hologram lady, but saw that she was gone too, "Hey!" Paulsome yelled out-loud to the red holograpic, looking at a camera eye, "Come back!"

    Nothing happened; Paulsome cursed under his breath and then looked at Holy, "Staff Sergeant, split up your men. Keep two soldiers here in the mess hall and two in the crew quarters. Then, you and another soldier head to the shuttle. Get the portable sensor unit and power generator. Then head to the bridge. The extra power generator should boost the power and start scanning local space for a star ship. Two soldiers are already up there, so you'll have company. Then, one of your soldiers comes with us."

    "Yes, sir," The Staff Sergeant turned to a Corporal, "Go with the Captain," then he turned to the private, "Your with me," then he got on the comm, "Sergeant Stevens, split up your team. Two in the crew quarters, two in the mess hall. Your in charge here, Sergeant. I'm headed to the bridge with Private Monks and Corporal Stuffings is headed with the Captain's unit to the storage bays," then when the Sergeant's voice responded over, Holy nodded, then looked at the private, "Let's go."

    Paulsome waited for the re-deployments before moving; last thing they needed was to leave part of the station unguarded...especially now; he turned to Havah, "Well, at least we know that there is still one of those SSCD units operating. I'm no rocket scientist, but it seems that "combat adaptation" means that these droids can learn and adapt to their combat conditions. Like an advanced AI for a droid. Must be that jelly looking brain stuff," As Sergeant Stevens reached the Mess Hall with a private, Paulsome looked at his gathered troops, "Let's move."

    As the soldiers started to move out---3 special forces King's Army soldiers, Captain Paulsome, and Havah Jeth---the Captain turned to Havah, "So, not considering my pay grade, what are these SSCD units capable of? Bio-organic programing with the AI ability to adjust to combat conditions. What can this AI do, Havah? Does the AI have a weak point? I need to know what you know, Havah, for the sake of my men's survival. What was your sister working on?" Paulsome shook his head, "I wish I knew what the hell the military was doing out here! I don't like this. This AI isn't telling us something. Just disappears when we find out there is a mysterious ship out there."

    The group once again moved through a serious of corridors from the mess hall, heading for the massive cargo bays in the guts of the space station...


    Tag Mitth
    Last edited by Bravo, Dec 16, 2012
  25. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    OOC: Sorry the post took so long. Trying to tap into my bag of tricks for this one. Oh what to do....hmmm.... :)

    IC: Kasumi
    Sword of Justice Bridge

    "Jedi, where to now?" Jod could see almost a full wall of ion storm in front of them for as far as the eye could see.

    Kasumi looked at the ion storm, looked back at the sensors and then closed her eyes and checked the Force. She could sense a lot of objects behind the curtain of the ion storm, but for some reason the storm they were seeing and the sensors were "picking up" was not the same through the Force. This one felt almost.....unnatural. The Force was leading her...but she was sure there would be a question of what was going on. The storm infront of them felt like the lowest level, and that if they just cut their engines that they would be able to slip through it unharmed. However, according to the rest of the senses the storm looked like the strongest one yet...one that would tear apart a ship...wait...tear apart a ship....

    "Captain, I have a plan, but you are going to have to really trust me on this. The storm in front of us is not what it seems. If we cut the engines after getting a good enough boost the rest of the field should pull us straight toward and into the ion storm. That storm is an illusion...one to keep others at bay. I can sense objects behind the curtain, but they all feel..old....abandoned. By slipping through the ion storm, and if possible make it look as though a wrong turn took the ship by either emptying the contents of part of the cargo bays to it appears we were desentigrated or by bumping what I believe is an old part of a ship back out, we will be able to throw the others off the sent...so to speak."

    Kasumi waited...and listened to what she was sure what everyone else thinking that she had completely lost it and was for sure sending them on a suicide mission. She opened a channel to Fress.

    "Firecracker, this is Phoenix. I have a possible solution to get rid of our tale once and for all. Waiting for confirmation from the captain here."

    Tag: Bravo and Fress
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