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Post by Clockwork on Feb 6, 2014 13:17:23 GMT
The teleportation into the Pride of Time's underbelly was precarious at best, for even though the Empire led the systems, nay, the galaxy as the most technologically advanced, teleport beacons were incredibly rare. As far as Scorpion knew the only place one could be found was on Gerhart itself, and with the only personal teleporter created thus far reserved for General Clagger's use. Scorpion observed the darkened walls through his visor as his personal guard fanned out to check the nooks and crannies of their area, just in case something had been waiting for them. Their search was interrupted via the arrival of General Pertrabus, his hulking mass thudding to the ground as his cloven stabilisers magnetised to the floor. Mercifully Pertrabus did not seem in the mood for one-upmanship, evident by the fact that his bodyguard were absent. It wasn't like he needed them, the mech was a walking tank that had been known to shrug off missiles and anti-vehicle rounds as buildings collapsed under his might. The Mechotaur stood a good five heads above him, with blazing red eyes, massive crushing fists and a powerful Berserker Soul-Unit that made Pertrabus a monster at the front of battle. What is our heading, Scorpion? I wish these men off the ship for when we begin towing it... Then the bridge is our best bet, and in case no unit shows up we can always attempt a long range scan. Just remember to keep your eyes open. Your paranoia amuses me... It saved you back at the Ultaria Peaks, did it not? Scorpion smirked as the Mechotaur grumbled away, pushing roughly past one of Scorpion's bodyguards in a huff. He soon followed down a corridor to the bridge, each corner and ally checked thoroughly before moving on...
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Post by wanderingmagus on Feb 7, 2014 20:19:39 GMT
"Homeworld itself, Herdmaster," replied the Guardian. "We are five minutes from the edge of Homeworld territory, and assuming the situation remains as usual, it should take no more than five more minutes after that to finish the warp to Homeworld itself. What are your orders?"
The living, breathing ships of Harmonia were often underestimated due to their reliance upon biological and organic alternatives to technology, but in truth they were far from primitive. Indeed, their weapons and shielding systems were on par with almost all the known factions, and the Voidweaver spells that they used in lieu of Slipstream, Warp and Hyperdrive technology enabled them to harmonize with the Void herself, not just use her like a tool. For this reason, their Voidspeakers are able to instinctively feel many things that conventional ships would need thousands of sensors and computers to calculate and approximate onscreen.
*****
The butler bowed, leaving the room for a moment. A few minutes later, the Queen could hear the familiar cadence of Duke Goldenblood's hooves over the crystal tiles outside. The noble smiled, took off his hat and bowed low as he entered, and the butler heralded him.
"Your Majesty, His Grace, Lord Goldenblood the Valiant, First Duke of Goldenhame, Third Earl of Crystalburgh, Second Baron of Southmark, Knight of the Order of the Garter, Lord High Steward of Nexus, Keeper of the Great Seal of Nexus, Second Marshal of the Nexus Defense Forces."
"Celestia's greatest blessings, Your Majesty," bowed the stallion once more.
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The griffon hugged back, and grinned at Cosmic. "Nothing like a report and a result to brighten a dull day," he chuckled. "Ready when you are! Your grandfather sends his regards, by the way. Hope you didn't run into any trouble out there."
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There was a pause as the Spacedock attendant looked up lists. Roger that, 21st, Bays 95, 96, and 110 are vacant and large enough for docking the remainder of your fleet. Bay 94 is Lunar-class, one of our largest. Bay 01 is Celestia-class, but it's currently serving the THS Worldark."
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Scorpion's units found little besides slag and debris from the apparent collision, shrapnel against a few walls, indentations and the like...
Indentations that could not possibly have been made solely from the explosion. And there was something very wrong about how empty and devoid of mechanoids this ship was so far.
Then they reached the bridge...
((Wave said you and him had something planned, and I had no idea what, so I'm just making this vague. Please tell me in OOC if you actually don't have anything in particular planned for this scene, and I'll give you an event.))
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Post by Wavelength on Feb 7, 2014 21:32:43 GMT
Yellow Light, after standing still and pondering uncertainly for quite some time, finally made up her mind and approached the Free Systems Military recruitment office. There, she waited in the short line of individuals waiting to apply. Who knew? Maybe the military had something in store for her after all...
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Post by Bane Emural on Feb 7, 2014 21:45:11 GMT
"Roger that." Buckeye closes the coms. "Alright then, let's get a move on. We need to get these prisoners transported to Homeworld as soon as possible." The 4 ships approaches the bays and docks into them. Sheriff Buckeye turns on the internal coms to the Brig. "Prepare the prisoners for the exchange." He turns it off and heads out of the Bridge. He walks down to the docking doors where the prisoners are located. He goes to the front of the group and unlock the doors. The doors open and the group walks out. They soon reached a point in the docking bay, looking for whoever is to watch over the prisoners.
In the recruitment center are a couple of offices. A few recruits came out of the offices and left. The others in front of the Yellow went into the offices. One office is left and there is no pony in front of Yellow to take it.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Feb 7, 2014 22:27:46 GMT
[...] The griffon hugged back, and grinned at Cosmic. " Nothing like a report and a result to brighten a dull day," he chuckled. " Ready when you are! Your grandfather sends his regards, by the way. Hope you didn't run into any trouble out there." Cosmic got right to the report. He talks most about his encounters with the unknown raider ships, " Now the raiders are not the normal ones I have seen before and they are far more advanced then the normal raiders we usually encounter. They remind me of the ones that hit....never mind that. Here is the statistical report on them our sensors took." Cosmic hands him the statistical data on the unknown raider. he continues with his report. when he gets to the last part of the report he says, " Now this is the part where a true test of all systems was needed. We tried to send the runner in under stealth drive, so as to get more scanning info on the unknown raiders and the C.D. failed taking the runner's shield with it. found out it was a wiring problem and well we jimmies the shields to get them running. But the ablative haul armor was a major success and even their radiation type weapons were not very effective to the armor. besides the experimental drive failing everything else was a 100% functionality rating in my book. Project Phoenix is a go for full release once the runner's CD is repaired. That last engagement was the only one where the C.D. failed so I would say limited use of it and she will be fine running. And That's my report on both topics. The tests and the patrol report. I must go and apologize to grandpa for having to use all experimental points of project phoenix in that last one but if we didn't we wouldn't be able to give these reports now, would we?" Cosmic waits for his friends response to the reports.
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Post by Teal Turken on Feb 7, 2014 22:42:04 GMT
" Homeworld itself, Herdmaster," replied the Guardian. " We are five minutes from the edge of Homeworld territory, and assuming the situation remains as usual, it should take no more than five more minutes after that to finish the warp to Homeworld itself. What are your orders?" The living, breathing ships of Harmonia were often underestimated due to their reliance upon biological and organic alternatives to technology, but in truth they were far from primitive. Indeed, their weapons and shielding systems were on par with almost all the known factions, and the Voidweaver spells that they used in lieu of Slipstream, Warp and Hyperdrive technology enabled them to harmonize with the Void herself, not just use her like a tool. For this reason, their Voidspeakers are able to instinctively feel many things that conventional ships would need thousands of sensors and computers to calculate and approximate onscreen. ***** Teal turns away from the Elder and takes a breath to relax himself. He looks nervous. With a bite of his tongue the Herdfather turns back to the Elder with a pleased look. Good, call everyone to attention and make sure they're ready in case of any emergencies. I also want the Pollen ready in case Homeworld turns violent and attacks. That's all. The Herdfather dismisses the Elder and dresses in a soft, faded blue woolen suit. He leaves his chambers and heads for the command deck of the mothership. // The Pollen is a non-toxic and natural anesthesia used primarily by Harmonian militants to easily overtake bases and by Worldhealers on extremely violent animals. It's effects are powerful and can be harmful in large doses. It comes in both a gas form and a pollen form, the pollen form ferments the air and contact with the pollen numbs the nerves. The pollen form is less effective and wears off faster. \\
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Post by Wavelength on Feb 8, 2014 3:29:30 GMT
In the recruitment center are a couple of offices. A few recruits came out of the offices and left. The others in front of the Yellow went into the offices. One office is left and there is no pony in front of Yellow to take it. Yellow went ahead and entered the vacant office, wondering what waited inside. Would the recruiter be a gruff fellow who would try to scare her with stories of war? Would it be someone quiet like a librarian? Hay, maybe they'd be like a drill sergeant... she actually liked those, come to think of it. Straight to the point, yelling what they said so loudly that there wasn't a chance you could miss it. Whoever it was behind the desk, they saw a pegasus walk through the door whose pristine yellow coat and downright shiny crimson mane probably reminded them most of a signal flare.
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Post by Moonbacon on Feb 8, 2014 3:57:18 GMT
The butler bowed, leaving the room for a moment. A few minutes later, the Queen could hear the familiar cadence of Duke Goldenblood's hooves over the crystal tiles outside. The noble smiled, took off his hat and bowed low as he entered, and the butler heralded him. " Your Majesty, His Grace, Lord Goldenblood the Valiant, First Duke of Goldenhame, Third Earl of Crystalburgh, Second Baron of Southmark, Knight of the Order of the Garter, Lord High Steward of Nexus, Keeper of the Great Seal of Nexus, Second Marshal of the Nexus Defense Forces." " Celestia's greatest blessings, Your Majesty," bowed the stallion once more. ***** " nice to see you duke Goldenblood" she said regaly Cybelle just kept silent.
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Post by Clockwork on Feb 8, 2014 15:29:54 GMT
Scorpion's units found little besides slag and debris from the apparent collision, shrapnel against a few walls, indentations and the like... Indentations that could not possibly have been made solely from the explosion. And there was something very wrong about how empty and devoid of mechanoids this ship was so far. Then they reached the bridge... The bridge had probably been hit the worst by whatever attack had been made, which was understandable from a strategical perspective but...whatever came here seemed to leave in a hurry. The indents along the path to the ship, as well as missing panels and cut wiring made Scorpion assume that this was no mere hit and run after all. Ducking under some exposed cabling, Scorpion made his way towards the central console, or what was left of it. Torn asunder by who knows what, effectively condemning the once grand vessel to drift lifelessly through the cosmos, Scorpion fumbled around for a recording device that every ship carried amidst the wiring as he heard Pertrabus shifting junk behind him. This does not seem a wanton assault, the breach was careful...planned... Hmm?
In honesty Scorpion was barely listening, he could feel something against his hoof, blocking his path to the device. He gripped its sides and began to tug...
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Post by Bane Emural on Feb 8, 2014 16:46:49 GMT
An Earth pony mare sits behind the desk with a little sign stating her name, Scarlet Brazin. She notices Yellow coming in and smiles at her. "Welcome to the Free Systems Military Recruitment Center, I'm Sgt. Scarlet Brazin of the 24th Defense Fleet. Please have a seat and state your name." There is an empty seat in front of Scarlet's desk and a form for Yellow to fill out on top of that desk.
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Post by Wavelength on Feb 8, 2014 19:55:58 GMT
An Earth pony mare sits behind the desk with a little sign stating her name, Scarlet Brazin. She notices Yellow coming in and smiles at her. " Welcome to the Free Systems Military Recruitment Center, I'm Sgt. Scarlet Brazin of the 24th Defense Fleet. Please have a seat and state your name." There is an empty seat in front of Scarlet's desk and a form for Yellow to fill out on top of that desk. "Yellow Light," the Pegasus replied as she took a seat. Her expression was a tiny bit flustered, but she kept a smile on her face and remained focused. "Pleased to meet you, Sergeant. I heard--or read--that you're looking for pilots?"
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Post by Bane Emural on Feb 8, 2014 20:59:09 GMT
"That is correct, we are looking for pilots. And by the look of how old you are. You are a pilot fresh out of the Academy, correct?" She look at Yellow.
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Post by Wavelength on Feb 8, 2014 23:42:10 GMT
" That is correct, we are looking for pilots. And by the look of how old you are. You are a pilot fresh out of the Academy, correct?" She look at Yellow. "That's right, ma'am," Yellow replied. One of her ears flopped over as her expression took on a tone of uncertainty. "...Erm... you do have a way to break pilots into the whole 'military' way of things before deployment, right? Forgive me if I'm the only pilot who doesn't want to jump in a fighter craft and fly straight into the fray..."
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Post by Bane Emural on Feb 9, 2014 0:34:14 GMT
Scarlet looks a bit surprised. "No, we aren't that kind of military to force others into fighting. We are just a Defense force after all. And there is no war going on between the Free Systems and the other Factions, at least I hope not. No, we won't force you to fight seeing how you are a new flyer. We let experienced flyers play with the much bigger guns in those fighter jets and interceptors. What I had in mind is you to fly a Troop Transport ship, but that isn't my decision to make, its the Fleet Admiral's decision." She looks down at her papers and smiles. "Well, if you decide to join us, just sign the papers and get your stuff ready. The 21st Defense Fleet is already stationed here dropping off some pirates making trouble and picking up recruit pilots. And that fleet has hardly lost any pilots in its history due to one Fleet Admiral in its helm. A lucky break for most of the recruits, and maybe for you."
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Post by Wavelength on Feb 9, 2014 1:20:38 GMT
Well, that news certainly perked Yellow's ear back up. "I'll say," she giggled. "Troop transport, eh? I just might be able to handle that," she mused as she began filling out paperwork. "I've heard about troop transports sometimes being used as gunships. I presume I won't be filling that role without due flight time under my belt, right?" she asked as she finished filling out the papers.
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