-Ames Research Station-
The Sequoia is outside Ames Research Station, and a battle is brewing. Janson is sitting in his cockpit, anticipating the battle, nervously doing his preflight checks, and awaiting the order to launch. Finally, Admiral Cravic sends the order out, "All fighters and bomber, launch, and good luck."
Every ship slowly float up and orderly launches from the Sequoia. Janson follows out right behind Cravic. Cravic enters Janson's comm, "Follow me as my wing for this battle. You should do just fine." "Yessir." The fighters lead the formation, flying as a cover for the bombers. Kusari fighters and bombers launch from their cruiser as well, and also keep their fighters and interceptors ahead of the bombers. Both formations, Liberty and Kusari, meet in the middle, somewhere over Ames, and noise fills the comm.
"Liberty-5 hit!"
"Hey, I got one!"
"Ah! Liberty Bomber-32 here, can someone get this-*explosion*"
"Hey Liberty-32 what do you need? Liberty-32?"
Cravic, followed closesly by Janson dived below the formation, and came around behind. "Alright, Janson, lets take out a few of these bombers."
"Sounds like fun, sir."
The pair managed to shoot a few down before they were intercepted by Kusari craft. As they made their escape, Janson gets seperated from Cravic, and a Kusari Interceptor follows him, getting a hit behind his cockpit and ejecting him out, where he waits out the battle. Cravic managed to get around his pursuer and shot him down, and the battle was over, but the victor is still to be decided.
Monday, February 22, 2010
#16 by Carnifex
Admiral Cravic looked over the combat reports in dissmay. Kusari were gaining in strength day by day and he was begining to think that Rhienland had never intended to be neutral in the war, the peace talks were just to divert suspision away from them while they prepared themselves. To add to that the fuel shortages had started to hit again. Rhienland was restricting the movement of all HFuel across it's borders.
The fact that it hadn't been cut off entirely was actualy quite a surprise to Cravic. It seemed that Universal had made a deal with Rhienland and Kusari to protect it's interests and they were still trading with them. The most obvious conclusion was that they were bribing them. From government supported financial wreck to a booming corporation with an apendige in every proverbial pie within reach in very short order. The Navy even owed them money for services related to supplying bases.
If Kusari gets a foothold inside Colorado then it will look bad for us, thought Cravic. We have one chance to push them back by assulting Ames and I don't intend to let it slip from my grasp.
The fact that it hadn't been cut off entirely was actualy quite a surprise to Cravic. It seemed that Universal had made a deal with Rhienland and Kusari to protect it's interests and they were still trading with them. The most obvious conclusion was that they were bribing them. From government supported financial wreck to a booming corporation with an apendige in every proverbial pie within reach in very short order. The Navy even owed them money for services related to supplying bases.
If Kusari gets a foothold inside Colorado then it will look bad for us, thought Cravic. We have one chance to push them back by assulting Ames and I don't intend to let it slip from my grasp.
#15 by Janson
"... I guess we'll set you up on patrol here for now, as we will need as many soldiers as we can get. Until we reach the next system though you have free roam of the ship. We'll set you up in a patrol as soon as possible."
"Yessir."
Janson heads to his assigned quarters, and nervously fiddles around with his old logs, writes another log, fiddles some more, and finally tries to sleep. Failing this he simply heads back up to the bridge to watch the Seqoia's progress.
"Yessir."
Janson heads to his assigned quarters, and nervously fiddles around with his old logs, writes another log, fiddles some more, and finally tries to sleep. Failing this he simply heads back up to the bridge to watch the Seqoia's progress.
#14 by Janson
-Aboard the Sequoia-
"...but that means fighting you're own people. If I did have you transfered would you fight just like any of my other men?"
He sat there and thought it over this for a bit. Janson couldn't help but find logical arguments for each side, although he wouldn't mind fighting Rhinelanders.
"Well, sir, it's really up to where I'm needed. In some ways I would prefer the Kusari front, to avoid fightin home, yet I wouldn't show them any mercy, after all they betrayed me first, and I know much of Rhineland space as well, yet i may also be better able to serve on the Kusari front because good pilots are needed tehre as well."
"A valid argument."
Cravic is still a bit unsure to where Janson stands on the issue and asks, "So, What do you plan on doing by server Liberty and what do you plan on doing after the war?"
"Well. Why I'm here is because Rhineland should have joined Liberty in the first place, but didn't, so I'll fight on the right side. After the war? Depends. If we manage to put Rhineland in its place I may move back there. In the case that doesn't happen though, my home's in Liberty."
Now sure that Janson is really all for Liberty, Cravic says, ""Alright then I think well assign you at..."
(\\Although for this RP i think id like to be in the action with the Admiral, idc either way)
"...but that means fighting you're own people. If I did have you transfered would you fight just like any of my other men?"
He sat there and thought it over this for a bit. Janson couldn't help but find logical arguments for each side, although he wouldn't mind fighting Rhinelanders.
"Well, sir, it's really up to where I'm needed. In some ways I would prefer the Kusari front, to avoid fightin home, yet I wouldn't show them any mercy, after all they betrayed me first, and I know much of Rhineland space as well, yet i may also be better able to serve on the Kusari front because good pilots are needed tehre as well."
"A valid argument."
Cravic is still a bit unsure to where Janson stands on the issue and asks, "So, What do you plan on doing by server Liberty and what do you plan on doing after the war?"
"Well. Why I'm here is because Rhineland should have joined Liberty in the first place, but didn't, so I'll fight on the right side. After the war? Depends. If we manage to put Rhineland in its place I may move back there. In the case that doesn't happen though, my home's in Liberty."
Now sure that Janson is really all for Liberty, Cravic says, ""Alright then I think well assign you at..."
(\\Although for this RP i think id like to be in the action with the Admiral, idc either way)
#13 by Carnifex
Now onboard the Sequoia Cravic was on the bridge handeling the orders of the patrol wings that were scounting for Kusari forces. The Sequoia hung heavily in space just a few hundred meters from the Colorado Jump Gate which was positioned abeam of the battleship.
"Sir," said one of the officers, "The Huron is requesting to depart for Texas and the Bering front."
"Give them my compliments and send them on their way," replied the Admiral.
Someone entered from the door to the bridge and Cravic turned around to see who it was.
"Acting Lieutenant Janson reporting Sir," said the soldier as he snapped to attention and saluted.
Cravic saluted in kind and then walked over to Janson and inspected him. "So you're the Rhienland defector. At ease. I saw the specs on your ship, she's a good craft, we're going to need every pilot we can get if we're going to hold back Kusari here," Cravic glanced at the jump gate to colorado out the windows that framed a large section of wall on the bridge. "Of course I can have you transfered to the Bering front if you would prefer a safer set of patrols but that means fighting you're own people. If I did have you transfered would you fight just like any of my other men?"
"Sir," said one of the officers, "The Huron is requesting to depart for Texas and the Bering front."
"Give them my compliments and send them on their way," replied the Admiral.
Someone entered from the door to the bridge and Cravic turned around to see who it was.
"Acting Lieutenant Janson reporting Sir," said the soldier as he snapped to attention and saluted.
Cravic saluted in kind and then walked over to Janson and inspected him. "So you're the Rhienland defector. At ease. I saw the specs on your ship, she's a good craft, we're going to need every pilot we can get if we're going to hold back Kusari here," Cravic glanced at the jump gate to colorado out the windows that framed a large section of wall on the bridge. "Of course I can have you transfered to the Bering front if you would prefer a safer set of patrols but that means fighting you're own people. If I did have you transfered would you fight just like any of my other men?"
#12 by Janson
-Log Start-
Ah, I'm late. Why is it that, despite having the fastest ship Rhineland technology and money could buy, I'm still late. Anyhow it's time I joined in to this fight. I'm heading out to the Kepler system in fifteen minutes. This time I'll take my "Wraith" Interceptor, because, by the sounds of thing, firepower and shields will be just as good as speed and maneuverability.
Well I have to head out. I should be reporting to Admiral Cravic soon.
-Log End-
-In The Kepler System-
"Battleship Sequoia this is Liberty-13 requesting permission to dock, and to speak with the Admiral."
Ah, I'm late. Why is it that, despite having the fastest ship Rhineland technology and money could buy, I'm still late. Anyhow it's time I joined in to this fight. I'm heading out to the Kepler system in fifteen minutes. This time I'll take my "Wraith" Interceptor, because, by the sounds of thing, firepower and shields will be just as good as speed and maneuverability.
Well I have to head out. I should be reporting to Admiral Cravic soon.
-Log End-
-In The Kepler System-
"Battleship Sequoia this is Liberty-13 requesting permission to dock, and to speak with the Admiral."
#11 by Carnifex
Cravic watched as the navy Armoured Transport Huron approached slowly, manuvering over the wreck of his Liberator and drawing him into the loading bay. The bay began to pressurise and slowly Cravic began to hear th growl of the engines charging for cruise rise with the air pressure. He opened his cockpit covering and it gave a distinct hiss as the to environments became one, getting out of his seat he jumped down onto the deck and viewed his ship propperly for the first time. The whole fighter was leaning rather noticably to one side as it sat on the deck, much of it's structural frame having failed. The power plant had shut itself down to prevent an overload when the damage had mounted from the Outcast surprise attack. The final straw had been a cruise disruptor that had impacted right into the fusilage and pierced the weakened hull plates, the subsequent EMP destroying the control electronics. The entire left wing was also missing.
"It's a miracle that you still had atmosphere Sir," commented an engineer who had just entered the bay.
"I've been through worse." Cravic felt the deck plating begin to vibrate as the engines accelerated the transport into cruise. "Where are we headed lieutenant?"
"Back to the Sequoia Sir, everyone is pulling back so that we at least have the cover of the battleship. Where are you going Sir?!" called the engineer but Cravic was already at the exit to the loading bay.
"It's a miracle that you still had atmosphere Sir," commented an engineer who had just entered the bay.
"I've been through worse." Cravic felt the deck plating begin to vibrate as the engines accelerated the transport into cruise. "Where are we headed lieutenant?"
"Back to the Sequoia Sir, everyone is pulling back so that we at least have the cover of the battleship. Where are you going Sir?!" called the engineer but Cravic was already at the exit to the loading bay.
#10 by Carnifex
The Huron arrived back at the Battleship Rio Grande after a short pit stop at Manhatten and once again workers swarmed over the ship unloading cargo and tending repairs. Admiral Cravic walked briskly from the transport across the landing bay toward his Liberator fighter as it was being lowered onto the deck from the fighter deck, an aid that had been waiting for him ran after him and handed him a data-pad.
"Intel from our contact in Shikoku Sir," said the aid as he tried to keep up while avoiding people all through the busy docking bay, "It seems that Kusari are building for an attack, our contact can't say what the first wave will consist of but it's coming."
Cravic quickened his pace, trying not to hop along on his stiff leg as he grew tence. "Thank you lieutenant," said Cravic handing the pad back. He reached his fighter just as the fuel had finnished being loaded. Jumping in and begining the startup sequence he contacted the bridge of the Rio Grande on the com.
"Captain Benson, this is Admiral Cravic, there may be another attack attempted on Ames by Kusari. Pull as many of your fighters off patrol as you can spare and have them convirge on Ames asap. Authorisation Delta C 7462."
"Intel from our contact in Shikoku Sir," said the aid as he tried to keep up while avoiding people all through the busy docking bay, "It seems that Kusari are building for an attack, our contact can't say what the first wave will consist of but it's coming."
Cravic quickened his pace, trying not to hop along on his stiff leg as he grew tence. "Thank you lieutenant," said Cravic handing the pad back. He reached his fighter just as the fuel had finnished being loaded. Jumping in and begining the startup sequence he contacted the bridge of the Rio Grande on the com.
"Captain Benson, this is Admiral Cravic, there may be another attack attempted on Ames by Kusari. Pull as many of your fighters off patrol as you can spare and have them convirge on Ames asap. Authorisation Delta C 7462."
Sunday, February 21, 2010
#9 by Carnifex
Cravic sat in a chair in a small grey room and scrolled discontentedly through some files on a holographic screen displayed above the desk in front of him. An aid entered the room, saluted, dropped a data pad on the desk and then left. Out the porthole could be seen the characteristic bright streeks of a trade lane's propulsive field as it pushed the ship along. After a minute the ship exited the tradelane and the bright, snow covered plains of planet California Minor could be seen far below. The grumble of the engines grew in intensity and the ship accelerated foward away from the planet. Admiral Cravic turned off the holographic display and left the office with an air of relief.
As Cravic entered the bridge of the Armored Transport Huron he looked out the large view port to see a masive ice nebula approaching the ship's bow quickly.
"Are we there yet?" asked Cravic sarcasticly, saluting.
The officers turned and saluted. One of them, the captain of the vessel, turned back to the view port. "Nearly Admiral, not long now," he said.
This is a job for a rear admiral or someone else, Cravic thought to himself, I can't believe they pulled me off the front for few crates.
Now well inside the ice nebula the Huron was aproaching Research Station Willard, the masive asteroid slowly looming out of the fog.
The Huron's bulk sat framed by the interior of the station's landing bay as two crates were removed from the cargo hold and then moved to a secure laboratory, followed the entire way by Cravic and company. Once in the lab the crates were scanned and unlocked. Inside were millions and millions of tiny polymer beads which were vacumed out. Underneath the beads were four big, black boxes which were then also removed and opened. Each box contained a large alien artifact of varying size and shape, however what they all had in common was that they were all active. Luminecent lines glowed along their edges and in patterns on their sides. Dim glows could be seen where their bases met the bottom of each box.
"Looks like the Corsair Reformers have been true to their word," commented Cravic as a handful of scientists started leaning over the artifacts while writing on data pads and hovering instruments over them, "Now make sure my trip down here was worth while," he said to the scientists. The remaining few men in the room were mostly security guards who were careful not to show too much interest in the foreign technology.
As Cravic entered the bridge of the Armored Transport Huron he looked out the large view port to see a masive ice nebula approaching the ship's bow quickly.
"Are we there yet?" asked Cravic sarcasticly, saluting.
The officers turned and saluted. One of them, the captain of the vessel, turned back to the view port. "Nearly Admiral, not long now," he said.
This is a job for a rear admiral or someone else, Cravic thought to himself, I can't believe they pulled me off the front for few crates.
Now well inside the ice nebula the Huron was aproaching Research Station Willard, the masive asteroid slowly looming out of the fog.
The Huron's bulk sat framed by the interior of the station's landing bay as two crates were removed from the cargo hold and then moved to a secure laboratory, followed the entire way by Cravic and company. Once in the lab the crates were scanned and unlocked. Inside were millions and millions of tiny polymer beads which were vacumed out. Underneath the beads were four big, black boxes which were then also removed and opened. Each box contained a large alien artifact of varying size and shape, however what they all had in common was that they were all active. Luminecent lines glowed along their edges and in patterns on their sides. Dim glows could be seen where their bases met the bottom of each box.
"Looks like the Corsair Reformers have been true to their word," commented Cravic as a handful of scientists started leaning over the artifacts while writing on data pads and hovering instruments over them, "Now make sure my trip down here was worth while," he said to the scientists. The remaining few men in the room were mostly security guards who were careful not to show too much interest in the foreign technology.
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