| [K:15] Polycrates System; The Crossroads of Conflict | |
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| Rookzilla | Jan 27 2018, 09:25 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Polycrates is a large M4 V Red Dwarf star. Polycrates boasts 4 habitable words inside its abnormally large goldilocks zone. Polycrates I – Miletos Miletos is a large cold world on the outer edges of the habitable zone. Near the equator of the planet snow covered steppe and tundra occurs where most of the planetary life is. The surface is covered with fur covered beasts not too far thrown from the rams and bears of earth. The planet is rich with iron and one would not have to drill far by modern standards to reach it. Northern Miletos has rich production centres, now long retired but easily pressed back into use. Southern Miletos has an operational space launching facility, and as such can accommodate the porting of soldiers to other space launching docks. Western Miletos is known as the Auroran Fields. These large stretches of grassland are pocked with volcanoes and provide extremely fertile soul, the alien flora that grows here has an intense resistance to the cold and its colour attracts much wildlife. It is a Garden of Eden on a planet otherwise saturated with greys and whites. Eastern Miletos is home to many of the scientific testing grounds on the planet. Polycrates II – Argos Argos, named after the famous Greek Naval city, Argos has the systems primarily anomaly. The planet is located in the middle of the stellar alignment, and navigating a course to it directly is indeed difficult due to the silicate nebula’s that interweave the system. Northern and Southern Argos therefore have both cities and extensive orbital complimentary facilities. The large island of central Argos is home to a giant crater created by a long-crashed Alarei Dreadnought; the last one of known space. As such, Argos is guarded heavily by the elite of the Blackshark Mercenaries. Polycrates III – Samos Samos is the land of the scarred deserts. It is the closest in the habitable zone to the Polycratic star. Its superheated equator cools on the planets dark side creating extremely fierce winds that could strip a starship in minutes. From its northern and southern poles, it is possible to live with plentiful supplies in a tropical climate. Great lakes span the two top poles and the poles themselves are guarded by field snow-capped mountains. North-Western Samos is home to a functioning space projection port, its close proximity to the desert made it a keen military “drydock” and as such the Polycratic Shipyards hover over the province. Below them are large fortified silos, operated by the Polycratic settlers. North-Western Samos has the fortified factory capability to resist a siege on the province from space, but it is entirely weak to a ground assault. Many of the Polycratic warlords have attempted to base themselves here only to fail to realise that it is only a trinket in a keen commander’s arsenal. To the Northeast are the gaseous Myriad Swamplands of North-Eastern Samos. These underground build-ups of gas yield rich natural gas outputs and are a strong systemic contender for a supply monopoly. South-Western Samos is home to rich agricultural grounds, its jungles are rich with beasts that yield juicy delicacies and its native human settlers are artists and cultured politicians, able to convince the other Polycratic settlers with ease Polycrates IV – Sardis Sardis is the provincial capital of Polycrates. Sardis is debated by scholars whether or not to have Gaia status. It is a world rich with life with a complimentary atmosphere for most creatures. Its mountains are rich with rare minerals and its seas are bountiful with food. It has many fossilized ruins around the planet; nothing that would yield substantial scientific gain. It is thought that these ruins are of a former species wiped off the planet, possibly connected to the crashed Alarei dreadnought of Argos. Western Sardis is one of the largest administrative zones in the system. As such, it has a huge population pool and the system capital on it – Helas. Fighters from Helas have been complimenting armies who try to conquest Polycrates for years. Northern Sardis contains the nebula-navigating port technology for the craft of Sardis, and can arrange quick jumps between Sardis’ ports and the ports of Argos, Miletos and Samos. Above Eastern Sardis a large hydroponics field lingers in low atmosphere, this “upstairs” factory utilises advanced human agricultural technology and can produce food that can be easily ported around the system quickly. Eastern Sardis has a large augmentation trade that is known to drop its prices to upgrade soldiers for independent research during conflict. Those who control these zones could see their cybernetic soldiers upgraded and maintained locally rather than having to strain themselves. Fortuna Fields Beyond its planetary boundaries is the large asteroid field, known as the Fortuna Fields. Fortuna is rich with Neodymium and the outstandingly rarely occurring Promethium, giving the asteroids an amazing turquoise glow and giving researchers new breakthroughs in rare elemtent based technology. Polycrates is swarmed in a large silicate nebula that can permanently damage ships without pre-locked co-ordinated routes. As such the ground based space stations are critical for aerial control of the planets. Each planetary province represents a corresponding area of space in the system. Each zone has a native population of humans that are eager to see an end to conflict, and will surely side with an external peacekeeping force.
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| Credentials | Feb 12 2018, 01:00 PM Post #11 |
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Polycrates III - Samos Northwestern Samos Star Port - The Walls The hydraulic door of the APC came slamming down and the heat of battle roared through the once sealed compartment. "MOVE MOVE, MOVE IT" The "Polycratic Liberation Front" forces spilled from their APCs, ascending the walls. The cracking of 20mm machine gun fire overhead was enough to smash an unprotected eardrum. Boots crunched in unison on the shattered concrete as the men clambered up the hill. Fresh rookies mixed in with hardened PMCs, wide eyed and staring left and right, the men were clumped together, the hardened sergeants grabbed the youths by the kitstraps and hauled them up the hill. Snapping, more bullets, coming too close. "OH JESUS CHRIST, GET DOW-" a bright red laser swept the formation, severing at least 50 from their waist. Recruits fell to the floor and morale shattered, the PMCs crawled through the bodies, laying down suppression fire. "USE THE APC AS COVER, GET BEHIND THE APC!" The units moved up behind the mechanised vehicles that were firing from all fronts. Bullets whacked and washed the APC, the sergeants knew it was turning to hell. "WE'RE IN A KILLZONE, GET TO COVER!" one said, sprinting into a shell hole. In there he found a scared recruit, he could have been no more than 14. "We're not going to win this war by standing around kid, now help me take out that bunker!" He pointed to the knuckle in the wall, spewing red tracer fire at an APC. The APC was pounding the position back with telescoped air-bursting ammunition but the bunker was soaking it up. "We have the hit the base of that tower with a C6 charge kid! I've got two in my pack, but I won't be fast enough to prime 'em. This is what you're gettin' paid for son! Lets move!" The sergeant opened his visor to show a hard battle-scarred face. He pulled his crusted lips into a crude smile and offered a stretched out hand. The recruit returned the smile, his courage had bolstered. He grabbed the sergeants arm and began to be hauled from the shell hole. As the light hit his eyes, he was blinded in a flash. The sergeant was hit by a lightning cannon. His torso exploded violently, sending bone shrapnel into the child's legs and torso. The current carried through his arm and dissipated at the child's tricep, exploding his arm violently. He fell backwards, blinking dumb. After the adrenaline started to time down, his low guttural howl was one of many littering the battlefield. The bunker was wiped out with a bunker busting kinetic shell, unleashed from the tank, throwing debris onto the battlefield. The PLF forces stormed up the walls, the machinegun fire had ended, as they peaked the walls they were exposed to the retreating forces of the spaceport; USC national guardsmen. The retreating guardsmen were riddled in kaskading fire, pulling them apart like pulled pork. Engineer sections washed the prefabricated quarters with thermobaric rockets and the screams of man ignited the battlefield. Amongst the guardsmen clambering to the front like, the Lojari themselves forced themselves to the front line. They sat atop the wall, washing the USC remnant forces with fire. Gejelzob looked around, hemoglobin everywhere, leaking down the walls, off the tank traps. These disgusting humans made so much noise. His warband were a sickening bunch, but they lived up to their reputation for assaults. Gejelzob picked up a human by what was left of him, and sank his teeth into his latissimus dorsi he yanked his head back, cleaving the humans muscles from its back. He pulled it from his teeth and wiggled it infront of his comrade. "Look brother, a souvenir! Hah!" what he didn't realise is that his own human squadmates had seen this disgusting gesture. Many of them looked between each other with doubt in their eyes. At the rear lines, Douglas Twain scanned in on his long range laser designation scope. "Yes, this is looking well, the reserves soaked up the fire quite nicely there. Alright, switch them out, prepare the warband shock troopers to take the city." As he said this he released his thumb from his radio catch and he received an utterly unprofessional "Yeah okay, I'll get that done for you now." Inside the port Lojari would descend on the routing guardsmen, slaughtering all their human counterparts didn't capture first. The battle was all but won. Edited by Credentials, Feb 12 2018, 01:01 PM.
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| Rookzilla | Feb 12 2018, 04:24 PM Post #12 |
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Polycrates III - Samos Northwestern Samos "We can't hold this, the front is collapsing, these aren't just separatists there are aliens on the ground! Those are 6th generation weapons down here we're getting pounded!" the national guardsman screamed into his radio, he was met with nothing but static. He dropped the radio set and ran out of the portable cabin. As he sprinted out a PLF militiaman stormed in, pointing his battlerifle at him. "Get down on your knees and interlock your hands motherfucker, show me your hands!" he tightened his grip on the rifle. It humming vaguely under its electric. As the militiaman walked out of the cabin, sand and smashed glass cracked underfoot. Sporadic gunfire was cutting out as the National Guardsmen were defeated. They left their fortifications, throwing down their rifles. The soldiers that were fortunate enough to avoid execution at the hands of the overzealous Lojari were rounded up and imprisoned by the PLF. The guardsmen had been defeated, most of their units had routed. The spaceport was firmly in the hands of the PLF. Major Jonas Black was leading the surrender, he had been lucky, he was at the rear lines of the conflict he was spared the horrors of the ramparts. As Major Black left his bunker and walked past the Lojari and PLF forces rummaging through the bodies of friend and foe. As he left he couldn't help but grab any sort of familiar human leader on the PLF side. "Why didn't you use your air support? This was always gonna be a losing battle?" "What do you mean pal? We thought your navy had this area covered! You gave up the station!" "If it wasn't your navy up there... then who the hell does it belong to?" |
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| MadMacs | Feb 12 2018, 05:28 PM Post #13 |
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Polycrates III Argos Orbit X1B Bridge "Give me a scan of the surface, focus on the camps and surrounding areas, I want to know what were up against" Captain Talj barked the orders out sharp and fast, his men so highly trained they needed only hear them once and they never failed to carry the orders out. "Beginning mission critical scan now Captain!" Came the prompt reply, "We should have full spectrum ready for viewing momentarily." Moments later the Captain's quartz glass monitors began to shine with a multitude of colours and information as the scans finished one by one, first normal colour imaging, then infrared, then the heat map showing the concentration of the population in the city below. Lastly the defensive scan began to come in. Multiple sprawling camps dotted the northern continent, some seemed to be teeming with life the others less so, on closer inspection the larger camps are recognised as Blackshark mercenary camps. "Okay this is going to be interesting, Grajh, get stealth teams Alpha and Delta ready for insertion, this is going to have to be a quiet one" Captain Talj poured over the images in front of him, "Too many blacksharks for a direct assault, we do have the advantage of a kinetic bombardment but the threat of igniting a subterranean gas pocket could lead to a global catastrophe if they were unlucky." "Stealth teams Alpha and Delta ready in waiting in jump bay 3 sir" "Well done Grajh that was quick, ill be down to brief them now." Talj rose from his command station and strode through the blast doors and down to jump bay 3, upon entering the sizeable room he was greeted with the typical silence of an Obskory military gathering, thanks to the neuro-uplink chip every soldier had implanted in their head there was no need to actually speak unless when addressing a higher up, security protocols meant that lower ranks below Major could not speak to to an officer above that rank over the uplink to prevent any issues should a chip fall into the wrong hands. "Stealth teams Alpha, Delta I have a mission for you that will probably be more difficult than you may think. You are to infiltrate the crashed dreadnought and secure any and all technology, data centres and anything that could be beneficial to our great peoples. You will be dropped into the lower atmosphere via 4 drop craft in 1 hour. Suit up boys and good luck." With that the Captain returned to his command station and continued to pour over the scans. Polycrates III - Samos Orbit Acrimone-Class Stealth Destroyer X1F Bridge "As soon as we drop out of FTL I want every kinetic weapon trained on that space port and firing!" The Captain of the stealth destroyer growled his orders through the comms channel, known simply as Captain X he was feared by by many, pirates ran from him, humans cowered when they heard him coming and no Obskory soldier dared defy him. The ships slid out of FTL directly above the Northwestern starport like monsters from a nightmare and immediately fired a broadside barrage against the starport and surrounding area one broadside from each ship was enough to obliterate the starport and its defences, but instead of reentering FTL they stopped, the survivors of the attack looked up at this strange, deadly craft and held their breathe. Would there be another salvo? "Captain we can't fire the FTL drives!" Alarms blared, cooling systems vented and the ship was making strange creaking sounds, "What do you mean we can't jump?! Fire the god damn engines before someone sees us!" Captain X was not best pleased, the jump to Samos had been simple, punch in the Starport co-ordinates and let the system handle the rest, now the jump computer was having a shit fit. "Captain we have a problem" "What is it!?" "We're being hailed by another ship sir, I don't believe they are a threat, it seems to be a science vessel of some description." X strode to his command station and accepted the transmission. When the screen showed a connection X spoke clearly and firmly, "State your name, rank, species and intent in this orbit." Edited by MadMacs, Feb 13 2018, 05:54 AM.
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| Credentials | Feb 13 2018, 07:23 AM Post #14 |
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Polycrates III – Samos Star Port As the Major surrendered he was met by Douglas Twain. Douglas sighed and stared at his feet, the Major had commanded him in campaigns prior to his dishonourable discharge for disagreeing with the government. On the other foot however it was fortunate he had been spared, if he could be convinced to join the PLF a commander like that at the front lines, and his national guardsmen would be a useful asset in the battles to come to liberate Polycrates. As the Major was handcuffed and mounted into an APC, sporadic yelling occurred, it grew louder. A had just began to blare out as two huge kinetic impacts struck the surface of the starport, throwing the concrete walls and horrifically skewing the metal. Douglas looked at it in horror, the whites of his eyes reflecting the red on the interior of the ship, he saw it in the slither of the door closing before it gave its satisfying seals. Thinking on his feet he instinctively wrapped the major in a seatbelt and encouraged his command section to do the same. As he was placing his own belt on, a mighty shockwave rippled the APC. The APC took flight, the seatbelt wrapped about his arm yanked hard and dislocated his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. The APC felt weightless for a few seconds, the driver could audibly be heard screaming in terror, it became clear to Douglas that the shockwave had shot their APC into the air and that there was a high possibility they were flying for this brief time. SLAM. The APC thrashed into the sand, rolling and tumbling. Douglas was battered about the interior of the ship, he uttered a silent prayer to god almighty that he decided not to take off his helmet because he was thrashing around the inside of the troop compartment and any unprotected heads would have been smashed. The motion subsided, the APC fell with a final crash and then all that could be heard were spinning wheels and smoke oozing from various compartments. The driver gave a low cough, it was clear the smoke was getting to him. He opened the driver side door and hopped out, sand was everywhere, sun cast light rays through the dust. Twain was in a bad state, he attempted to outstretch his arm to clamber to the ground, forgetting the bloodcurdling pain that shot up his collarbone and trapezius. His command section quickly unbelted and helped him up, his chief physician; Walter Barnes gave him a looking at. “Twain I won’t lie to you, you’re going to need to get off the front lines. I’d recommend a full-“ he was cut off by the Major, who had fury in his eyes. “That was completely unnecessary! We had surrendered damn it! You would sacrifice your own men just to kill prisoners?!” Twain barked back. “No you stupid fool, those aren’t our assets; we don’t even know where the hell they came from!” The Major furrowed his brow. “If you are not firing upon us, who would be so bold and so foolish to fly through the nebula and then blow up the navigation station for the system, you’re dooming this planet to isolation!” Twain sat up inside the upside down APC as his section jimmied open the rear door of the APC. He was hauled out, and laid on the sand. Soldiers crept back from the bombardment like zombies, some just collapsed in the sand, exhausted. The 1000 mile stare was prolific. Fresh APCs rolled down the gulch into the fog of battle to check out what remained of the star port that could be used. |
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| Rookzilla | Feb 13 2018, 07:26 AM Post #15 |
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Polycrates II – Argos Central Jungle; Canopy West A few BTR-250s rolled through the Argos jungle. A thick yellow smoke hung in the air. A blackshark merc put a cigarette into his mouth and rummaged around in his pockets. As he found the lighter with his hand his sergeants fist smashed into his face, causing him to spit the cigarette out. The sergeant was giving off furiously in slavnok “VOLATILE GAS YURI, AND YOU ATTEMPT TO LIGHT CIGARETTE?” rapid swearing in his slavnok dialect followed. The large autocannon on the BTR pivoted, its gyroscopes holding it deadly still as the APC roamed up and down on the road. The soldiers grumbled to each other, laughing and carrying on. “I wish I was back in the jungles of Zaa’Nabar comrade. At least the Aranek were a challenge! These primitive land beasts are useless against the mightly blackshark legion!” “Quiet you fools, you won’t say these things when a manticore rips your spine from your exo!” “Manticore? Sergeant what is a Manticore?” The sergeant sighed, Yuri was grating him particularly thin today. They had killed at least 5 yesterday on an extended patrol, thanks largely to the mighty autocannon of the BTR. “Yuri, you fool. The beasts yesterday, the winged scorpions of the swamp!” “Ah yes, now I understand. This gas clouds smell horrible! I-” It was then that the very beasts they had been speaking of leapt from brush, swiping over the top of the BTR with its tail. The submachineguns of the blacksharks broke out, spraying them with fire. The BTR-250 took off the road, smashing over a few palm trees and after a minor seconds its booming autocannon let rip. The manticores were blown to pieces by the small apc and the blacksharks quickly staggered back to their APC. “Cease fire, cease fire! Something is wrong, the beasts are stirring, what the hell are they doing up there that would be doing this?” The sergeant then looked up, the sun as just beginning to hide behind the almighty structure. Clad in dark blue metal, teal coloured lights flickering on and off, huge blackshark power conduits oozing into the veins of the ancient starship. The sergeant slotted back onto the roof of the apc. As he did it, the Alarei Dreadnought let out a mechanical yawn, a blast of the ship’s atmospheric alarm. It pulsed the landscape, sending birds from trees and shaking the dust around it. He then added to his previous statement as the soldiers clambering on the APC had stopped to stare at the large machine. The driver of the APC turned the turret to look onto the great structure, as he zoomed in he could see all the human mercenaries scurrying over the wreck like ants on a chocolate bar. Men were signalling, connecting power lines, nodding and separately abseiling down the wreck. Alarei Dreadnought Bridge “Be careful with that for gods sake! Its priceless!” Doctor Petrov shouted cringing as the sacred alien metal slammed off the ground with a loud clang. He fiddled with the lenses on his glasses and continued to study the alien artefact. “Fascinating…" he muttered under his breath. A strange, choral tone emitted from the rear of the bridge and two doors slid open to reveal Pyotr Kumzenski, the chief of security for the inside of the ship. “Well doctor, what do you have for me” he shot across the echoing bridge in native slavnok. “Are we closer to cracking the secrets of the gods yet?” Petrov looked up from his work station, in his peripheral vision a merc was sloppily welding at a wall panel in some vain attempt to harvest his secrets. He sighed. “We estimate the nebulas properties scrambled the navigation systems on the ship, as we have seen with many of our cargo vessels. That’s probably what brought it down, but in terms of how we activate it? We have surged the ship with power, we have built a ship within a ship and it will not function. We must accept the fact that they are sadly far more advanced than we can ever hope to be.” Petrov knew he had said too much. Kuzmenski was insane in his eyes, he worshipped the Alarei, beliving them to be gods, and he looked like Petrov had just burned down his chapel. He stormed out of the room, only to return with a strange blue storage bag. “If you will not explain it to be Doctor, perhaps you will explain it to him.” Kuzmenski yanked a sealed polythene bag from the interior of the storage bag, inside it was a preserved head of an alarei seaman, small serrated scraps of his uniform remained, they had an impossible shine to them for fabric, bending like cloth with the strength of steel. Petrov went wide eyed. “Get that away from me! That’s grotesque!” Kuzmenski dangled it infront of Petrov for a moment. “Oh, you don’t want to speak now? No bright ideas doctor?” he then turned the head to face him, gripping the large mutilation with both hands “WHY WONT YOU SPEAK TO US, WHY ARE WE NOT WORTHY” he stuffs the head back in the bag and throws the bag at a grunt who was praying Kuzmenski wouldn’t extend his insanity to him. “Get that loaded on my ship and prepare to depart to Kuteznegrad!” he bellowed. He stormed, stopping one step shy of the door before he pivoted. “When I return doctor, you better have something on this ship function, or I will find myself losing faith in your intelligence.” |
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| MadMacs | Feb 13 2018, 11:18 AM Post #16 |
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Polycrates III - Samos Starport orbit X1F Bridge "God damn it why isn't the jump computer working!?" Captain X slammed his fist into the arm of his command station. "Its the nebula sir, its screwing with our nav systems, the starports autopilot must have guided us through the first time." came the response. "Well shit.... right we need to get the starports nav systems back online, give me a full damage report on the port, i want to know if we need to send for the engineering brigade!" Engine Room X1F The engineers rushed from terminal to terminal, pulling chips and wiring out that had clearly been smoking very recently. "Frik, what are we dealing with here?" Head engineer Frik quickly pulled his head out of the belly of the terminal he was shoulder deep in. "Its the god damn nebula, its fried the FTL drives projection cpu and its nav mind. We need to find someway of connecting to that starport again or we're going to end up having to fly by eye out of this place and that won't end well." X1F Bridge "Scan is in sir, the bombardment has destroyed most of the starports defences and perimeter structures. The main section of the starport was only hit by a few rounds and looks mostly intact but the communications building has taken a direct hit from a shell. We are also picking up a scattering of heat signatures around the starport, most likely the pirates that survived the assault." X praised whatever god there may be that he had got some greenhorn shooters for this trip, their apparent inability to hit a huge, immobile object like a starport accurately must have been a miracle. "Right we need to secure that starport if we want to get out of here. Send a transmission to the surface, target all comm relays you can, lets see who's left alive down there and if they stupid enough to want to keep fighting." |
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| Rookzilla | Feb 13 2018, 02:54 PM Post #17 |
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Polycrates III - Samos Spaceport "Alright you maggots, secure the perimeter, haul the last of those guardsmen out, and if anyone gets overzealous, hand them over to our Lojari associates, they'll be sure to deal with the nashies in a regular fashion. And do it quickly, there's no telling when those batteries are going to open up again, you best hope we're underground when that happens again!" The PLF commander barked from his APC. He moved with his troops through the large crater, accenting the mess of concrete and soil were pipes oozing water, steam and oil. The commander looked up and strained his eyes. Nope, he couldn't see anything. They were being fired on from a position they couldn't even see. But they were inside the walls and it was time to storm the com tower. The dust cloud of the kinetic bombardment had cleared. It was approaching the late afternoon and the heat was beginning to die down. "Alright, we need to restore this facility to working operation!" the PLF commander bellowed. "We need to move through that nebula if we ever want to get to Sardis!" as he said this, several soldiers equipped with the regular gear a soldier might wear but donning large yellow engineering jumpsuits stormed past him. "It seems they must have hit a capacitor outside the facility and shorted the navigational RADARs, provided there's no further shooting we might be able to restore the system from here. In fact.... take a look at this, they're transmitting a signal. Hang on, let me into the system and I'll check if I can repair this. Give it one moment." |
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| MadMacs | Feb 15 2018, 01:06 PM Post #18 |
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Polycrates III -Samos X1F Deployment Hangar "Have Alpha-1 team ready in 30 minutes, if things go south i want them ready for insertion immediately." Captain X continued on his path toward the viewing window int he bay, it was a special quartz nano glass that acted as both computer/monitor and normal window all in one. It gave the user the ability to add multiple filters and also zoom capabilities of up to 150 miles. "Captain sir we have a response to our signal, do you want me to patch it through to your comm?" "Affirmative private, encrypt our return transmission as well, I don't want anyone locking the ships through it." Captain X continued to survey the devastation below, smoking craters, huge holes in the concrete defences and he was pretty sure he could make out what appeared to be body parts. In the midst of all the apparent chaos there was a great commotion though, bipedal creatures rushed to and fro, some carrying what could be boxes, guns, tools and equipment. He spotted a large group of yellow clad people moving toward the comm building. They must be some form of engineering team he thought, they must be attempting to repair the Ports communication and nav systems. His comms officer cut through his observations, "Patching them through now sir." "This is Captain X of the Acrimone-Class Stealth Destroyer X1F, state your name, rank and status. Be warned our weapons systems are still trained on your position and this time we won't miss." Edited by MadMacs, Feb 15 2018, 01:08 PM.
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| Rookzilla | Feb 19 2018, 12:35 PM Post #19 |
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In Polycrates the traffic was intense, a destroyed starport, unprotected surface communications, a few private starships flying here and there; it was a mess. Exterior influence was crippling Polycrates, more than they could have possibly crippled it themselves. The USC flag, or what was left of it had disappeared. Sardis was the last bastion of any sort of USC influence and even then their officers and military specialists were like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Fortuna Field Southwest Fortuna The asteroids held their amazing green colour, as cracks in the rocks, veins highlighted for harvesting. A flutter, a twist in spacetime. Dimples of bending light occurred, a potential anomaly was soon rectified. The Nakar surged forth from the quantum spikes. Their ships leaving the FTL bridges. Numerous and eager to harvest. A single dreadnought escorted the ships, its wide radar burning into the rocks ahead. It oozed fighters as it got its bearings on surrounding space. Its large DIRAX sweep would map the unknown onto its command console. Its fighters would surge forth, sweeping the rocks. Obgardur Tharrus dived into the seat of his Renvir Nimbo F-5C space superiority fighter. He flicked a few switches and his fighter powered up as the powered arm lifted him off the wall of the impressive hanger. The fighters were kept on tubes like items for sale in a vending machine, it was truly ingenious; at least he seemed to think so. He clipped himself in as the first air-locked blast door opened to swallow him. As it did his holographic display lit up inside the craft, his craft had been plugged into STRATCOM. The radar only showed green targets, yellow asteroids and red clouds; projected unknowns, quickly being corrected to show nothing at all. Nobody was out here. The magnetic arm latched onto his craft, giving him a shake, this was the ticket, this is what the naval flight corps was all about. A buzz, then a drop, then nothing but high powered magnetic speed. Like being shot of a low powered railgun the fightercraft sped forth from its tube. He could hear his normally roaring plasma engine simple buzzing, its efforts creating a dull drone in the oxygenated cockpit of his craft. His arms, both suspended in an optical jelly, controlled the craft. With a twitch of his fingers he orienteered the craft, rolling it ever so slightly as he scoured the DIRAX on his craft with his free eye. These asteroids were barren, and his ship was reporting that back. Everything was a-okay. The military already knew this though; on his return run he was competing for airspace with damn mining vessels. They looked so silly to him, bright yellow and black and white, save the dark greens and reds; the empires favourite colours. They latched onto the asteroids and began their strange dance, large boring drills carving holes into the strange glowing rocks. The whole thing looked like abstract art for a dentistry school in the capital. The promethium held its glow as it was slotted into secure containers and whisked back to the ship. |
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| Credentials | Feb 19 2018, 06:28 PM Post #20 |
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Polycrates III - Samos Spaceport Yuobzanoz heard something on the radio that definately wasn't human, no english that he'd ever spoken. In fact, why wasn't anyone telling him about it. The Lojari mercenary smashed past the engineers who had just barely restored the transmission. He grabbed the engineer by his buckles and threw him away, snatching the comms platform. "You wouldn't be speaking unless we had something you need. We're not prepared to give you anything until you stop firing." |
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