|
Post by Bane Emural on Feb 9, 2014 13:39:37 GMT
"Well like I said, it's all up to the Fleet Admiral's decision, but I doubt the Sheriff will do something so reckless as to put a fresh newcomer into combat. And you are right about the Troop Transports, especially in the Free System Military, well the new ones anyway. The old Troop Transports have weapons to defend itself and its occupants." Scarlet looks at the filled papers and takes them. She then takes out one more paper. "This is a contract, it basically states that you are now in the Free Systems Military until a certain time has passed, after that you can either choose to stay or find another job. It also states that we will provide shelter, food, and medical needs. And as always, you will be payed the same amount as everypony. Just sign this contract and you should be done."
|
|
|
Post by Wavelength on Feb 9, 2014 21:53:50 GMT
Yellow looked over the paper to verify those facts and the common pay, then nodded contently. "Well, here goes nothing," she said with a chuckle as she finished filling out the page with her signature and the date at the bottom. "Looks like I'm in the army now. Where do I go now?"
|
|
|
Post by wanderingmagus on Feb 10, 2014 2:51:57 GMT
An entourage of Homeworld Space Marines were already standing at attention, with snipers in the catwalks above in case one of the prisoners tried anything. The commander in charge was unarmored, wearing only the standard military jumpsuit uniform with the appropriate decorations, a stern-looking griffon with the ghost of a scar down one side of his face, from a run-in with pirates a few years ago. He nodded respectfully to the Sheriff as the two groups met, before casting a slightly disgusted look at the band of prisoners.
"Welcome to Homeworld, Sheriff. Graph Talon, from the Homeworld Department of Homeworld Defense. You have the IDs for these thugs?"
He brought up his credentials on a hologram and offered a claw in greeting.
*****
Tape grinned as he copied down all the information both in audio-visual hologram and in text. "Complete and precise, as usual. Just like your grandfather. Don't worry about the points, I'm sure he'll understand. Always does, you know."
He tapped the air with a claw, and the holographic "file" vanished back into the cuff of his suit. "Glad to hear the trip was mostly functional. I think with a little bit of fine-tuning your grandfather will have quite a beauty on his claws. Or hooves, as it were," he chuckled.
The griffon looked fondly at the pony he had once known as a young colt, brave and adventurous, in a time when possibilities seemed endless and the universe seemed like a vast playground to explore. So like his mother was. "It's nice to see you again, Cosmic. We really should talk more often; I guess life's just been busy for the both of us, eh?"
*****
All the leading Elders were seated in position along the sides of the bridge when the Herdfather entered; each stood and bowed deeply with hoof or claw over heart before sitting once more after Teal himself took his place.
"We are approaching Homeworld territory, Herdfather," announced the Elder Voidspeaker, whose eyes were open wide with dilated pupils staring into empty space as information flooded into her very soul through the nerve-like bundle of fibers connecting the back of her head to a port in the living wall of the ship. Her voice was calm and collected, almost trance-like in how Harmonized she was with the Void itself. "Entrance in three... two... one."
"Entering realspace; inertial fluids normal," reported the Elder Shipkeeper as he fondly patted the feelers wrapping absently about his hoof. The ship rumbled happily in response.
"Receiving message from Homeworld forces, Herdmaster," said the Elder Lightreader, watching a series of softly glowing nodes on a branch-like object that indicated communications through the organic transmission organs. "Shall I put it on, sir?"
*****
Duke Goldenblood smiled at Queen Moonlight. "Might I ask the reason for my summons, your Majesty?"
*****
The object came loose almost immediately, and if he still had a heart, his heart rate would have spiked seeing what was unmistakably a bomb right behind it. It was... unimaginably complex, the sort of technology NO faction should have had, organic or inorganic. It was some sort of White Hole creator, and from the looks of it the thing was set to go off very soon. How soon was uncertain, given the lack of decipherable markings.
By his computations, the resulting "gravitational peak" would be almost equivalent to a supergiant going supernova. Every known material in existence would be simply turned into quantum foam for almost a light-year around, perhaps more.
Of ALL the days for this to happen...
|
|
|
Post by Teal Turken on Feb 10, 2014 4:50:12 GMT
Once upon his seat Teal uses the feelers on the armrest to change the temperature of the organic chair to be cooler to prevent nervous sweating. Yes, put it on please, he replies. He wonders what the time is, his stomach tells him it's breakfast time. Gazing around at the crew, he ponders the last time they all ate something. The Herdfather raises his chin at attention for the Homeworld contacts.
|
|
|
Post by Midnight_Aurora on Feb 10, 2014 7:26:48 GMT
[...] Tape grinned as he copied down all the information both in audio-visual hologram and in text. " Complete and precise, as usual. Just like your grandfather. Don't worry about the points, I'm sure he'll understand. Always does, you know." He tapped the air with a claw, and the holographic "file" vanished back into the cuff of his suit. " Glad to hear the trip was mostly functional. I think with a little bit of fine-tuning your grandfather will have quite a beauty on his claws. Or hooves, as it were," he chuckled. The griffon looked fondly at the pony he had once known as a young colt, brave and adventurous, in a time when possibilities seemed endless and the universe seemed like a vast playground to explore. So like his mother was. " It's nice to see you again, Cosmic. We really should talk more often; I guess life's just been busy for the both of us, eh?" [...] Cosmic nods in agreement and then says with a look of one with something on his mind, " You wouldn't happen to have time for one of our more....personal chats, would ya? Its about something that I can't tell my grandfather just yet." Cosmic seams to be worried about something. the looks of worry is clear, though the cause is not.
|
|
|
Post by Bane Emural on Feb 10, 2014 13:39:59 GMT
Sheriff Buckeye shook his claw and takes out a list of IDs of the prisoners. "They are all yours. Pirates who thought they could get away after attacking a civilian ship going from Canis 2 to Ursa 2." He signals his troops to release the prisoners to the security force and return to the ship. "Thank you for your services, but before I go, there is something of which I need to deliver. It's for the Queen of the Night and Sun. A request from the democratic government of the Free Systems. I will also be picking up some recruits the Free System Military recruiters picked up. The last skirmish we had against an unexpected guest left us a wave of sorrow for a few pilots who lost their lives protecting what they believed."
Scarlet looks and takes the contract. She looks at Yellow. "Well, the 21st Defense Fleet is here now. All you need to do is pack up your things and head back into the docks. Look for a group of recruits near the Marathon-Class Heavy Cruiser and stay with them until the Sheriff picks you up." She holds out her hoof. "Welcome to the Free Systems Defense Military."
|
|
|
Post by Wavelength on Feb 10, 2014 17:04:30 GMT
Yellow smiled and shook Scarlet's hoof. "Thank you," she replied. "Though I don't know what a Marathon-Class Heavy Cruiser is, I presume it should be fairly obvious when I see it?" she asked with a chuckle.
|
|
|
Post by Bane Emural on Feb 10, 2014 18:09:30 GMT
"It shouldn't be too hard to miss. It is the second largest ship in the 21st Defense Fleet. Just go to bay 94 and you will see it." Scarlet gather up all the paper work and puts it in a folder. She takes out an ink and quil and writes Yellow's name on the tab. She puts the folder into a file cabinet and prepares for another recruit. "Have a good day Yellow! And Good Luck!"
|
|
|
Post by Wavelength on Feb 10, 2014 19:07:33 GMT
Yellow stood and gave Scarlet a happy nod. "Thank you, and good luck to you, too!"
Yellow stepped out of the recruitment office and headed off for Bay 94. She looked forward to seeing what the Free Systems Defense Fleet had in store for her; whatever it was, adventure was sure to come.
|
|
|
Post by Bane Emural on Feb 11, 2014 0:43:07 GMT
Rose Blackwing, a grey-feathered griffon, is working on the old, busted D77-TC, Phoenix Dawn, in the hangar bay of the Shining Star. She removes one of the broken engines and the front and back guns of the Dropship. One of the crew members yelled out her name. Rose looks at the crew member. "Hey Rose! Want to take a break? We got fresh supplies coming in and probably more materials to use to fix that old thing." Rose nods and sets down her tools. She cleans her claws and joins the other members back to the barracks. She walks to her room where two ponies are at, bunking with her. The ODST, Flame Star, asks Rose. "Hey there Rose. How is that ship doing?" She makes the claws up sign, meaning it's good. The marine, Stone Rockfell, replies. "Well that's good. But it's time you took a rest after all of that hard work. And with fresh supplies coming in, it may be easier fixing it." Rose smiles and lies down on her bunk bed. She falls asleep from exhaustion.
|
|
|
Post by Wavelength on Feb 13, 2014 0:05:28 GMT
The Marathon class Heavy Cruiser was certainly hard to miss... to Yellow, it seemed like it would be at home parking next to a palace as part of a castle wall. The craft looked to her like all armor and not much else, but she was sure there would be weaponry tucked away somewhere... Ah, yes, she thought, I think I see some torpedo tubes... this looks like a really sturdy craft, though. Makes me wonder what role it fills... She looked around near the ship's massive loading stations and found what she was looking for... a group of un-uniformed individuals just waiting around with their belongings next to a pair of ship guards. She took her place with the recruits as Scarlet had instructed and waited for the mysterious "Sheriff" to take them on board.
|
|
|
Post by Moonbacon on Feb 13, 2014 13:32:58 GMT
***** Duke Goldenblood smiled at Queen Moonlight. " Might I ask the reason for my summons, your Majesty?" ***** Cybelle left the lounge she had better things to do Moonlight cleared her throat then said " how do i put this without offending my empire umm well i think Nexus should make contact with other empires i mean like we cant stay hidden forever eventuly we will have to make contact with other factions".
|
|
|
Post by wanderingmagus on Feb 13, 2014 22:55:40 GMT
The large, clear layer of organic material, which functioned something like a window for the bridge, gently fogged over as what could be interpreted as millions of butterflies fluttered onto the front, then rippled in unison to show a three-dimensional rendering of a pony wearing some sort of synthetic jumpsuit. Hopefully it was from organic molecules on Titan instead of dead trees.
Welcome to Homeworld territory. We have you on our screen now. Please identify, said the stallion. The rest of the room looked like it was made of... refined metal. Asteroid metal, maybe, but still.
*****
Tape tilted his head at Cosmic's tone, then grew serious, nodding. "I have time. Want to talk about it here, or someplace more private?"
*****
Talon nodded genially. "Take as much time as you need, Sheriff. Those Bitopian merchants can park their flying gold brick elsewhere in the meantime, in my opinion. I trust you know your way around."
Several marines stepped forward and escorted the prisoners to the holding cell for processing before going to trial.
*****
The Duke smiled at Queen Moonlight. "That is very wise, your Majesty. But how shall we know who to speak with, and how to treat with them?"
|
|
|
Post by Teal Turken on Feb 13, 2014 23:52:03 GMT
The large, clear layer of organic material, which functioned something like a window for the bridge, gently fogged over as what could be interpreted as millions of butterflies fluttered onto the front, then rippled in unison to show a three-dimensional rendering of a pony wearing some sort of synthetic jumpsuit. Hopefully it was from organic molecules on Titan instead of dead trees. Welcome to Homeworld territory. We have you on our screen now. Please identify, said the stallion. The rest of the room looked like it was made of... refined metal. Asteroid metal, maybe, but still. ***** Teal swallows to clear his mouth and speaks We are Harmonia, you are speaking to the most caring and Eldest of all, Herdfather Teal. We are here to negotiate a reformation of Homeworld's natural formations, animals, habitats and worlds' preservation conducts.
|
|
|
Post by Bane Emural on Feb 14, 2014 2:15:36 GMT
"I have been around here a couple of times for picking up supplies, prisoner drop-offs, or escorting colony ships to the Free Systems. I know my way around this place." He looks over and sees a group of recruits near his ship. "Well thanks Graph for taking them off of my ship, I will be needing the extra space for the new recruits. Until next time." Buckeye tips his hat goodbye and left, heading towards the group of recruits. He stops in front of the group and faces them. "Welcome Recruits! I am Sheriff Buckeye Starwing, the Fleet Admiral of the 21st Defense Fleet. Your roles upon my fleet is simple, to either become pilots are serve as crew members aboard my ship, the Shining Star. Some of you have the talents and know-how to maintain a battleship like this and will serve and fight as part of the crew. The rest of you will be the pilots. And do not worry, most of you won't go into a fighter pilot and get blown to smithereens on your first battle. For those who are fresh out of the academy will go through basic training before piloting a space craft. Then after that, you will have a live training course through whatever ships assigned or chosen by either yourselves or me. Those who have experience already will have a refresher course with the pilots of the Dreadnought and get used to the controls of our ships. And like I have mentioned, you will be either given your own ship by me or choose one for yourself. Once you have your own ship, it is your job to maintain it. Now then, welcome to the 21st Defense Fleet." The bay doors open behind Sheriff Buckeye and he walks in, leading the group inside.
|
|