Missions of the Black Orchid

[Slate]

Okay, as promised, I am making an RP. This one takes place a couple years after my story featuring my character Trinity.

If you want to join in, I highly suggest reading my story first, to kind of get a feel for the universe that this takes place in.

I tried to set up a couple different ways your character can enter in this RP, but feel free to enter just about any way you want.

You don't have to post your character bio if you don't want to. That is to say, if you want things to be found out as we go along.

I want to keep this kind of small (3-5 people), but other than that anyone can join!

That about covers it! I hope this does well ^,=,^

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"Ma'am, we're picking up a ship on our sensors." said one of the Ensigns in front of Trinity. "There's a lot of interference, so the most we can tell is that it's a small cargo ship."
"Ensign, bring us about, Lieutenant, weapons at the ready. If this is an ambush, I don't want to be caught with our pants down." ordered Trinity.

The Black Orchid slowly approached the smaller ship in the cold of space. Trinity stood up from her chair, and looked out of the window to get a visual. The ship looked fairly intact, so she ruled out the Selkis. However, it still had its fair share of battle scars. The first notable thing about the ship was its bridge was destroyed. The engines couldn't be seen at the angle they were at, however, one of it's thrusters was drifting not too far away from the derelict ship. She also noticed a few of the escape pods were missing.

"Patch me through to the barracks." she ordered. One of the crewmen to her side gave her a signal to speak. "Squad Two, prepare for rescue and recovery, rally at the forward airlock." she ordered over the com.

-The Barracks-

"You heard the Captain, let's get to it!" said a middle age wolf.
"YES SIR!" said the squad in unison. Squad two was made up of mostly canids, wolves and foxes. Their helmets and armor, however, made them all look the same. Their outfit was a dark grey color, with pieces of armor covering almost everything but their necks and joints. Their helmets concealed their heads entirely. Green lights covered where their eyes would be. They grabbed their K-771 pulse rifles, and met at the air lock. They looked imposing, but the way they acted around each other was like that of a playful pack dogs.

The Black Orchid attached itself to the other ship. The metallic sounds of the docking process echoed throughout the ship. The airlock doors opened on their end, but the other ship seemed to be jammed.
"Torch!" ordered the Sergeant. A second later one of the soldiers sparked a blow torch, and began to cut through the other ship's doors.

It took five minutes to cut a hole big enough for them to fit through. The Sergeant went first. It was pitch black, and smokey due to the blow torch. He touched the side of his helmet which activated a bright flashlight. The others followed his example as
they entered.

"Alright men, pair up and be on the lookout for survivors." He ordered, his voice slightly distorted from the radio. The soldiers began their search throughout the dark corridors of the ship.

[Vegas]

OOC: Character sheet tiem. This post will be pretty short, as I'm just introducing myself, and I don't want to get too far ahead of myself before the plot develops more.

Name: Vegas Sagrasian

Gender: Male

Species: Siberian Husky

Crew Position: Squad Leader for First Squad

Appearance: A Siberian Husky anthro, looking to be in his mid-twenties. His fur is primarily a deep blue, with pure white markings and yellow skin underneath it all. Curly brown hair extends just long enough to be out of regulation. His stance suggests that he is a fairly relaxed individual, though his yellow eyes have a distinct alertness to them. With a friendly smile and an accent implying SouthWestern USA heritage, he introduces himself as "Staff Sergeant Vegas Sagrasian".

Height and/or Weight: 5' 11" / 225 lbs

Character Bio: (Refer to first post below)

Anything else you feel important: Sarcastic Jokester, very laid-back, especially when off-duty but is very serious about his work. He believes deeply in the idea that a leader should be willing to do everything he orders his men to.

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RP:
Growing up in a desert with arctic ancestry is hard. Heat's a bitch, and Vegas sure as hell never liked it. Part of the reason he enlisted when he did. Space was cold, and being a Marine was downright fun, to tell the truth. Yeah, there was the honor in this line of work, but let's face it: Killing shit is awesome. Getting paid to do it is even better. Granted, it didn't pay as well as being a mercenary, but he wasn't in it for the money. Money was just a bonus. He had a particular sense of honor that just didn't do well in the Mercenary circles. And besides, how often does one get to serve aboard a Faction Guard ship?

Ahh, the Orchid. He loved it here. Vegas had been in the Marines for nearly seven years, and in all that time he'd never been aboard a ship as downright sexy as this one. Yeah, there were some that had better arms, or some with better armor. But hell, none of them had style. None of them had flair. It also had the bonus of being captained by Number Four, which made it an extremely unique and prestigious posting. He liked the military, and he liked having guidelines, but being under a Captain that had free reign over her ship? Just plain awesome.

And so here the Husky stood, in the section just behind the airlocks, his pulse rifle in one hand, and his helmet in the other. He and his squad were ready to go, in case Second got into a world of shit. Boarding actions weren't the Staff Sergeant's specialty, but he was trained well enough that he could do it. He looked down and and idly kicked the deckplate. Nothing quite like boots on the ground, he thought...

[Mercurio]

OOC: I'll just jump in in squad 2

Name: Michael 'Micky' Foxford

Gender: Male

Species: Red Fox

Crew Position: Combat Engineer

Appearance: Micky is a Red Fox in his early 20s. His fur is orange-ish red and white like most of his species but he has green streaks above his eyes and on his forepaws and shins. His hair is black and falls below his chin. It also has green streaks and is side parted while not on duty. When on duty, he would tie them up so as to not get in the way. His eyes are bright green. He is rather short, standing at 5'5". He's very laid back, but despite that, he normally gets the job done.

Height and/or Weight: 5' 5" / 132 lbs

Short History

Micky was the middle of 3 brothers and used to work with his brothers as salvagers. They would often travel to different systems to scavage the remains of destroyed vessels for profit. Which sometimes got them in trouble with the law since they were doing it illegally. Normally dealing in the black markets. During a salvage run, they were ambushed and unfortunately Micky got caught while his brothers escaped. Micky never disclosed where his brothers would be hiding, and he told his brothers not to go looking for him. He'll find them, somehow. The military saw that his skills in engineering and ship hacking would be wasted if he was to rot in prison and soon recruited him and after 2 years, he was later assigned to The Black Orchid.

Personality: Micky is very witty and often makes jokes or wisecracks when he's nervous.

RP
Micky quickly grabbed his helmet and equipment and followed his squadmates. They assembled at the airlock as the ship drifted closer to the wreck. He approached the airlock door when it didn't open and tapped the keypad but it didn't respond. "No problem" He said when the sargent ordered him to cut through the door.

When he was done, he stepped into the wreck along with his squad and activated his lights. "Scanning for lifeforms" He reported and checked his scanner. "Needs a couple of drapes to spruce the place up a bit don't you think sarge?"

[Slate]

"Stow it Micky, and keep alert." ordered the Sergeant. "Just keep your eyes on the scanner, and your finger on the trigger." he wanted this done quick, but efficient as he hated derelict ships. The middle aged wolf was a bit on edge, as something here didn't sit right with him.

Several minutes later, at the forward airlock.

"Sergeant Vegas." said Trinity over the com. "While Second Squad searches for survivors, I need you and your squad to figure out what's causing some interference. Best as we can tell, it's coming from somewhere in the ship." she paused for a moment. "Once your inside, you'll be on your own until you figure out what it is that's causing it, as it's preventing radio contact."

OOC: Glad this has garnered interest! Hopefully it's fun and long lived ^,=,^

[Vegas]

Vegas donned his helmet and nodded, keying his mic, "Yes, ma'am, we're on it." He checked through the readouts on his HUD, and, satisfied that his suit was sealed and working correctly, he turned to face his squad.

"Alright guys, you all heard her. I want weapons tight and strict boarding disciplines. Let's move." The team nodded in unison and followed the Husky, who was first through the airlock, the beam of his flashlight cutting through the darkness. He keyed his mic again, "Vaslani, you're on point. Wedge formation, Marines. You know the drill. Check your corners, and stay alert."

Gradually, the flashlight beams spread out as the squad did, and they began moving down the corridor in a way that gave cover to all angles. As they pressed further into the ship, Vegas opened his mic again, this time on the command frequency. "Team One to Orchid, comm check." Static. Shit, why does that dragoness ALWAYS have to be right about the wrong things? He sighed in his helmet, pushing forward as he clicked his mic again, "Team One to Team Two, comm check."

[Slate]

"This is Bravo. Vegas, is that you?" said the Sergeant on his com. "Well, whatever your here for, there seems to be radio problems between here and the Orchid." he said, approaching a sealed door. "Micky, get this open!" he ordered. "Alpha, I don't know what it is, but something about this place is giving me a bad feeling." he noticed a slight increase of static over his com, but barely enough to make a note of.

The bridge of the Black Orchid.

"Ma'am, our sensors are picking up a small whisper." said one of the Ensigns.
"Extend the shield to encompass the other ship, and put the weapons on stand-by." ordered Trinity. She didn't want to take any chances, especially with so many aboard a defenseless ship.

"We've also pin-pointed the missing escape pod."
"Hmm... Prep a shuttle ASAP, and have it recover the pod."
"Aye Ma'am."

So many things could go wrong, but hopefully, everything stayed as smooth as it has up until now...

[Mercurio]

Micky whipped out his blowtorch again and began to cut the thick metal door. "You know sarge, you shouldn't say, 'I've got a bad feeling' in a place like this, its like asking for trouble. Need me to quote examples from movies?" He quipped while sparks glared from the door.

"Done." He reported and kept the torch and swung his rifle from his back. He tapped his scanner a few times to activate both motion and bio scanners. So far, the only things he could get were only signals from his other squad mates. He flicked his screen when it began to get a little static and then followed the Sargent. "No life signs so far Sarge."

[Vegas]

"Roger that, Bravo. That's what the Skipper sent us to figure out. We're on our own as far as comms between here and home until we fix it." A metallic sound rang out from around the corner, and the squad stopped.

"Hey, Bravo? Remember that bad feeling you were telling me about? I'm starting to get it too..." He turned to the Human in the squad. "Cadlan, you brought along a shotgun, right?" The Corporal nodded. "Alright, you're with me. The rest of you, sit tight, and be ready."

The Husky and Human approached the corner cautiously, weapons at the ready. As they turned the corner, Vegas caught some movement behind a crate. He couldn't tell what it was, but he knew something was alive over there. The pair moved closer, trying to get a peek over the crate.

[Nelle Kozera]

Name: Tiamat "Tamara" Europa McCartney-Jackson

Age: 230

Gender: Female

Species: Albino Cheetah-Dragon Hybrid (http://vaultmedia.ign.com/rpgvault/i...1184563216.jpg) Anthro

Job: Test pilot/Novastorm pilot

Bio: Tiamat is the daughter of one of the richest people in her home galaxy, being the daughter of the owner of a mega corporation she had access to anything. Using her influence she was able to work for her father's company, her motive behind this was to explore, she had wanted to see what was beyond the rim, when the first stargate was discovered around the galaxies supermassive black hole she was the first to trail blaze and explore the new frontier. She was created, but she was born on Caprica, an expansive technocratic world. In the world where they very nearly worshiped technology she as a result had a few implants at one time, but removed due to complications that nearly cost her, her life. At the age of 18 she enrolled in the GSA military pilot training. She came 2nd in her class and an expert with a light frigate. During her 3rd year she discovered plans for a modified Achilles class light frigate, which the Novastorm is the result, with her influence and draining of all her stocks in SDI she was able to pay for the construction of the ship. It is with ship that she is planing to test an experimental Transgalactic Hyperdrive...

Place of birth: Created: Caprica GSA Research Center for Applied Science and Hyper-Organic Life.

Ect: "I want to see the stars...every one of them! I think I shall..."
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The SDI ship yard gleamed with the reflection of the sun that powered the system, “Dresden to the Novastorm, Tamara is everything ready?” His movements where imitated in the small CIC of the ship. “Yes father, everything is ready on this end...” They where testing an SDI experimental Transgalactic Hyperdrive, should it be successful it would revolutionize the way travel between the galaxies. Before this it was on only possible to travel between the galaxies between two stargates and this gate only linked to a galaxy 22 billion light years away, they wanted a to reach a galaxies closer to home.


“Alright...” The hologram of a Black Dragon said to the albino Cheetah-dragon hybrid siting in the pilot seat. The pilot house was a through back to an earlier time when there where physical interfaces in pilot areas. The bridge lay out was very old compared to that of the newest ships in production, it had physical interfaces which had been phased out three centuries ago by SDI.


From the windows of the dry dock it could be seen that as the blood red sub light drives spun up to full power. The pilot expertly eased the ship out of the dock, the hyperdrive cell strips that ran across the hull like blood red Native American war paint. Under the ship a large add on module could be seen, it was connected to the ship with several power super conducting power cables running from the ships one of a kind Fury power core.


“Compositor at 40 percent....50....70....” The ship began to pick up speed as it dumped power into it's sublight drives. “90...100 percent, activating experimental hyperdrive in 3...2...1...mark...” A white hyperdrive window opened, and the image of the Novastorm burled as it shot into hyper-compressed subspace. “Hows it going...” Dresden voice could be herd it was distorted though. “It's a little bumpy, but the Shields are holding...”


...Suddenly the read out went red, sirens blared all over the ship, the hologram went dead. “fuck me..”
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23 light minutes from the Black Orchid


A white wormhole opened up in the black of space, the Novastorm shot from the wormhole at near light speed. The attached experimental hyperdrive was jettisoned, as a massive heat signture built up in the ship as it Fury core was red lined, as it tried to escape, the sublight engines of the ship glowed a near nova red as the ship accelerated to 99.999 percent light speed in normal space. The ship stopped 12 light minutes away from the spot with it dumped the drive when a blast of exotic particles lit up every sensor array within a hundred light years...

(OOC The Novastorm 170 meters long, 55m wide at the cargo bays and 15 meters wide at the bow.)

[Nelle Kozera]

(OOC: Did i kill it?)

[Mercurio]

"Erm Sarge, I've got movement over there." Micky reported and pointed at the blips on his motion detector. "2 unidentified signals. But this can't be right.." He tapped at his scanner module. "The signals aren't showing on the bioscanner... I don't like this one bit.. I'm gonna hate saying this, but I'm gonna check it out." He continued and raised his rifle and crept towards the source. His heart was pounding, he never did liked surprises in ship wrecks. "Dammit.. If the bridge wasn't missing, I could make things alot more easier.." He complained. The fox reached the area where the source of the movement was last tracked but now there was no movement and nothing was around him. Suddenly he heard sounds from behind him. He jumped and turned to face it, his gun ready and safety released.

OOC: nope

[Nelle Kozera]

“Ugh…” Tiamat groaned regaining her ability interpret the world around her, “Paschendale…everything still intact?” She asked to seemingly no one, “Why yes, the ship is intact and fully functional with the exception of the Transgalactic Hyperdrive, you jettisoned that shortly before it when Super nova.” A male voice responded to her, “and now that the temporary sensor blindness has cleared up we are not blind…” Tiamat had stopped listening at now, “I have a major headache..” She groaned holding her head, “as I was saying, now that the blindness is cleared up my sensors have located another ship near by…”
“Set a course, maybe they have some information on where we are, have the shields to full power and keep the missiles hot, I don’t want to be caught with my pants down.” The ship changed attitude as it headed picked up speed, “Increase fury to 40% of max output.” There was a large heat buildup in the hull as it accelerated. “Jumping now…” A blood red subspace window opened up.
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200 kilometers from the black orchid a similar Bloody subspace window opened, The Novastorm fell out of Hyperspace at near point black range, “That’s a little close don’t you think!” She said, going full reverse thrust in attempt to not hit the ship, she narrow avoids the ship, “Shields are at 100% and missiles are armed, Railguns are on standby…” Tiamat shrugged, “what the hell, open a channel…” She said, the holographic sim nodded.
“This is the GSA vessel Novastorm, would you be able to render some assistance?”

[OdinAshcroft]

Name: Odin Ashcroft

Gender: Male

Species: Grey Wolf

Job: Freelancer, so job title changes from Repairman/Mechanic//Inventor/Engineer/All Around ”Techspert”

Appearance: An anthro grey wolf, looking to be in his early twenties. His fur is primarily gunpowder grey. Head fur is fairly the same color; style tends to be rather kept under control yet scruffy. Accent similar to Earth culture known as Maine, but being raised in a constantly changing environment, one must assume he picked it up through one means or another. Has no preferred term of referral or title to be called, accepting anything from Engineer Ashcroft, to simply Odin.

Height and/or Weight: 5' 9" / 194 lbs

Character Bio: (Refer to first post below)

Personality: Handles himself well in most situations, such as business or heat of battle, but becomes either quite nervous, awkward, or even a bit mouthy during certain social rituals/functions. Tries to be friendly, but finds it easier to be around machines and technology then other lupines or other sentient beings. Very logical yet open to new ideas, he is dead set that there anything can be explained and improved through science and machines.

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RP:

For Odin Ashcroft, Life in the past 24 hours was one set of bad news after another. First, After all the time and effort he'd put in his six month stint at the Nebulous Robotics Workshop. In that time, he'd spent it repairing their faulty work 'droids, and improving on such hamfisted blueprints and schematics on a cruddy pay scale and lousy work hours. But, one slip of the tongue towards the director of their R&D department, and he'd found himself pink-slipped, and blacklisted on the whole planet of Fifdee-Tu.Yet another planet where he'd found himself in much the same situation. Out of work, out of luck, and now, out of there. It was time to hitchhike once more.

He'd been trying to convince the pilot of the cargo ship to let him aboard, which he recalled had been named the Ferryman by many seasoned crew members and repeat customers, but found no indication of the name or designation, wondering why a cargo ship would have no listed identification. However, once he was able to convince the pilot to let him on, and allow him to give payment when they reached their destination, the need to ask possibly "upsetting" questions like that quickly evaporated. Of course, he'd been able to pay his way, even to a better and possibly "legal" type of travel, but he'd have to sell some of his precious tools and gear...and he'd die before he'd part with his equipment.

A sentiment he'd quickly regretted later on, of course.

He found himself cramped into a small personal quarters, contorted in a highly stressed position when the ship was first hit. Caused him to slam forward, right on the door, knocking him flat out of the room, watching as people, passengers and crew alike running about like some ancient Earth fowl's head cut off. He quickly stood up, checking his persons to check if all of his "baggage" was still there, sighing in relief that all was there. He hadnt brought any bags or kits, as all the "tools" of his trade were on him, and needed little else, which certainly made what was called a cabin on this ship all the more "comfortable".

Of course, from the causual observer, Odin would appear to be the hybrid mix of mad scientist, well equipped hacker, and 2/3 greasemonkey, given the state of wear and tear of his outer clothing, as well as those ridiculously outdated goggles and trenchcoat he wore. Then again, it did help hide his "more valuable" gear.

Tugging the goggles over his eyes, he pushed his way through the panicking mob as the ship quaked more and more, trying to make his way to the communications sector of the ship when a burly looking Doberman pressed a meaty hand on his chest, pushing him back. By the look of wide eyed shock and blood dripping down his forehead, Odin quickly took heed when the shaken crewmember told him to turn back, as the bridge had been wiped completely out, the emergency seals activiating and keeping the rest of the ship from being drained of oxygen and passengers. Similiar destruction had been made to some of the engines, and emergency escape pods. That certainly explained the panic, as there would have to be a number who would have to stay behind.

Odin knew what he'd have to do.

Get the hell out of these maniacs' way, and hope for the best, turning, and was heading right back into his "cabin" when a massive hit to the ship caused to both quake and shudder with great force, sending the wolf forward...and a soft meaty thunk as his head met inside wall of the compartment, which then everything went to black.

When he came too, he woke with a groan and a splitting headache, rubbing the bruise now prominent on his brow, blearly looking through goggled eyes at the closed door, explaing the squashed position he had assumed. After some painful readjusting, he opened the door and tumbled out. When he could regain focus and balance, he noticed the ship had taken serious damage...and had a great lack of passengers. He gulped. Had they escaped? Had they been attacked, as opposed to getting caught in an asteroid field. Did whoever or whatever take them...or killed them.

Shaken by the recent experience and the unknown enemy that now seemed all around him, he quickly patted himself down, before finally finding it in his sixth inside lining pocket, his signal scrambler. Attaching it onto his gauntlet, he'd adjust the frequency to its highest setting, unsure how it'll effect the systems (if there were any active) of the ship, but at least it would protect himself from direct detection. Although, at this high a frequency, there was always a chance it would still pick him in certain wavelengths (distorted as they maybe), but this point, any security was better then no security.

Hours passed as he tried to find other survivors, looking into every possible compartment, outside of the few that'd been sealed due to damage or sudden change in pressure. He'd been lucky that the basic "skeleton" of the ship seemed in working order, as he'd hate to have spend the rest of his possibly short life stuck in that "cabin". But at least it seemed there was no sign of hostile lifefo-...

As soon as that very idea began to take shape, turning the corner, and Odin found himself behind a large group of very tough looking beings, in very slick looking armor, and weilding very big guns. One of which, a being much smaller than the others, turned and raised its weapon at him

"OH BOD!"

He quickly threw his hands up and shouted in basic if rushed Interlac, hoping he'd been found by enemies who could speak it

"ICOMEINPEACEDONTSHOOTKLAATUBARRADANIKTOFOR BODSSAKEPUTTHEGUNDOWN!"

Odin Ashcroft, Representative for Galactic Peace, he is not.

[Vegas]

Vegas laughed.

He didn't know why he laughed, as this was a rather odd time to be laughing, but he laughed all the same at the Wolf. A combination of nervousness, tension, and downright hilarity and conspired against the Husky's demeanor, and he laughed.

"Ho-hold on buddy..." he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "O-okay. Woo. That was good, man." Upon clearing his throat and regaining his composure, he added, "Ahem, well. I'm Staff Sergeant Sagrasian of the Faction Guard vessel, Black Orchid. You're safe now, man. Helluva way to say hello, though." Vegas held out an armored hand. "C'mon, let's get you out of here."

[Slate]

"Ma'am, incoming contact! Unknown classification! Sensors indicate their weapons are online." said one of the crewmen.
'Damn, if they attack, we won't be able to maneuver if we're still attached to that forsaken ship...' thought Trinity.
"Ma'am, they're hailing us."
"This is the GSA vessel Novastorm, would you be able to render some assistance?" said a female voice over the com.
"Unknown vessel, power down your weapons and await further instructions." Trinity said in a commanding tone.
"Ma'am, there's no matching acronym in our database for 'G-S-A', or ship named Novastorm." said another crewmen.
"We'll question them later about it, but for now, we need to get our priorities in order." said Trinity. "Whoever they are, they aren't Selkis, so I'm not too worried."

Aboard the derelict ship.

"Easy there..." said the aging Sergeant, pushing Micky's weapon out of his face. "Now, if there's motion but no life signs, that means that there IS Selkis aboard this ship." he let out a grave sigh. "And if that's the case, then there are no survivors." Not two seconds later, the sound of firing pulse rifles echoed throughout the corridors of the level they were on.
"MULTIPLE CONTACTS! WE'RE-AAAAAHGGRRRAAHHH!!!" a voice shouted over the radio.
"Mickey! Check your blinds! We're pulling out!" he ordered. The wolf tapped into the com. "Alpha, we've encountered the Selkis. Number unknown, and some of my men are MIA/KIA. We're falling back to the breach, and hold the line there, I suggest you do the same." he said.

He held his rifle close, finger on the trigger. "Mickey, don't let me down." he said, cautiously exiting the room.

OOC: I'll say this now, so there is no confusion later.

The Selkis are a draconic race. Thousands of years ago, they coexisted with the Asteran dragons, but split apart from them, mostly do to religious differences. They are now on a genocidal campaign to cleanse the galaxy of everything but themselves, in the name and wishes of their god.

(If you have any other questions, PM me, and I'll explain it further as best I can).

[Vegas]

Vegas' eyes widened as the transmission played in his helmet.

"Confirmed, Bravo. We've found a survivor, we'll bring him with us," he said, switching to the squad channel, "Marines! Bravo hit Selkis, we're pulling back to the airlock! Double time it!"

The Husky clicked off the safety on his rifle and turned back to the Wolf. "We gotta go, man. Now!"


OOC: Helluva way to start the day, or an RP

[Mercurio]

Micky scrambled out together with the Sarge. He remained alert and his finger trained on the trigger backpedaling while covering Sarge's back. "Bravo! We gotta move now!" He yelled to whatever squad mates who were still alive. He could hear blaster shots and the life signals of his team were snuffed out one by one. One of them was limping towards him with a Selkis behind. "Look out!" He screamed and quickly fired a few rounds into the electronics panel, causing electrical sparks to fly out, temporally blinding the Selkis. Micky grabbed the wounded soldier and hobbled to the breach. "We're gonna make it, don't worry." He reassured the groaning soldier. The fox looked back and the Selkis was no longer there.

[OdinAshcroft]

(Ooc: works better than a cup of coffee, thats for sure)

The shorter wolf blinked as he was met with laughter and not hot steely death. Sure, he preferred that over the latter, even if it felt a bit disheartening. But when he relaxed completely when one of the armored "invaders" described himself as a staff sergeant of the Faction Guard. Gulping and smiling weakly, he clasped his gauntleted hand upon the outstretched armored one, a clink of metal meeting metal.

"Oh thank Bod, I was beginning to think you were the..."

He was interrupted by the emergency message, all the color draining from his face, volume in his voice dropping quickly

"...Selkis..."

When the Staff Sergeant made it clear to evacuate, the wolf began running along the other members before this Sgt. Sagrasian could finish

"WAY ahead of you!" he shouted back, hands fidgeting all over, trying to find one of his more defensive tools, but unsure if he was packing anything to deal with Selkis, of all things. Of all the cargoships in the universe, he'd picked the one to be attacked by the Selkis

Sometimes he just hated being so "lucky".

[Vegas]

Vegas shrugged at the Wolf's quip. Works for me, he thought as he spun on his heel and sprinted back the way they came. He wasn't panicking. Not yet, anyway. In all his time as a Marine he'd only run into the Selkis once, and that was NOT a fun day.

He tried to filter out the sounds of boot soles hitting deckplate, as well as the pounding of his heart. He was listening hard for the Selkis, even though he knew it was a futile endeavor. Ah, screw it, the Husky decided and keyed his mic.

"Bravo, we're coming up on the airlock real fast. I can't get a signal to the Orchid from here, you better inform the Captain real quick about what we found!"

[Nelle Kozera]

Her voice could be heard sighing over the com before she muted the line. “Reroute power from the missiles to the shield system, and power from the rail systems to sensors, we might as well find out what is out here shall we?” She asked, and the beta sim nodded. “Tiamat, I think you like to know that your father placed and overdrive weapons platform, and reroute is complete…” Tiamat was stunned momentary, “An overdrive…what for?” She asked, “I doubt I will need something of that magnitude…” She said spinning in her pilots chair. The Beta sim shrugged, “Would you like me to send a probe home?” She nodded, “Going to take 30 planet time but what the hell…” The sim nodded and disappeared.

From the exterior of the ship, one could see the Starboard cargo doors of the Novastorm open, a squid like pod left the cargo bay quickly gaining speed, it took a quick yet powerful scan of the conditions of the Novastorm, and the unknown Vessel before making a jump to Hyperspace and a course out of the galaxy, the type of propulsion the Novastorm used, but was nearly a 180 from the type the Orchid used.

“The probe sent back data on the ship next to us before it went to hyperspace…” The sim said, “It has energy based weapons there potential is unknown, but the guy in R&D get these plans they will be happy.” He said sitting somewhat floating on his holopedestal. “Makes me wish we outfitted the Novastorm with an Ionic Beam weapon.” The nodded as she left her chair, “Andy, what’s the status of the hyperdrive?” She asked, the Novastorm had a very small crew only 10 people and if you counted the beta sim, Andy was the engineer….

“She’s still frosty Tamara, how’s Jason doing…”

“Doing fine…” A German shep sitting to her upper right, he was her gunner, “None to happy about any of this though…”

Andy chuckled and Tiamat smiled for a moment, “Ok stow it…” She turned off the mute, “You’ll notice that are weapons are offline….” She said over the com, this time she sent a video up link, it was her sitting in the pilot chair of the Novastorm...

[Slate]

A 2D holographic display appeared two feet away from Trinity, who was sitting in her chair. The display showed an image of Tiamat from the shoulders up.
Trinity looked over to one of the crewmen, who confirmed Tiamat was telling the truth.
"My name is Trinity Gensaniti, Faction Guard 1st Class, Captain of the FGN Black Orchid." stated the black and blue dragoness. "As this isn't a repair ship, what assistance we can render will be limited." she explained.
"Captain! We encountered Selkis aboard the ship, and are currently holding the airlock." said the 2nd squad Sergeant over the com.
"I'm afraid I must cut our conversation short. However, I will send one of our engineers to help shortly." Trinity cut the video feed after saying this. "Sergeant, what's the status of Alpha?"
"Alpha was falling back to the airlock with a survivor."
"I see... When they reach the airlock, we'll detach and destroy the ship. Notify me when they make it aboard, and send your engineer to the hanger." she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am." He turned to Mickey. "You heard the Captain, head to the hanger, double time!"

[Nelle Kozera]

(Ship information)

Name: Novastorm

Registration Number: CVLR-927384

Number of Decks: 10

Length: 170 meters

Width: 33 meters at the Bow, 90 meters at side cargo bays

Height: 30 meters

Armament: 10 Mark VII 150mm double barreled Rail guns, 6 dorsal, 4 ventral. 10 dorsal missile pods, 100 missiles each, each one with a four kiloton nanite warhead. The Nanites are self replicating and will eventually will eventually devour there target if given the time and a direct hit.

Hull plating: Duralithal hybrid ceramic tungsten-Ferris armor plating compressed to the density of a white dwarf star, the armor plating is coated in an energy disrupting coating reducing the effectiveness of energy based weapons by 15%.

Shield systems: The Novastorm shield systems are composed of 44 SDI Sheridan Class ion repulsion field emitters.

Drive Systems: 4 Jaeger class sublight ion propulsion systems.

One Light hugger “nearlight” drive, the light hugger drivers are an outdated drive system but are used in the Novastorm the ability to move at 99.999 percent light speed is a useful advantage in a ship to ship fight.

Twin Felix-Cartwright Hyperdrives, the Hyperdrives work on the principles of M-Theory. The drives open corridors to a different membrane than the one the current universe setting on, in which is able to subvert the laws of physics.

Power system: The Novastorm posses what is called a Fury a core, not the official name, but it is fitting for the core. The power core is a micropulsar, suspended in radiate energy quantum Matrix.

Crew complement:

Skelton crew: 1

Normal crew: 10

Full deployment: 240

Number of escape pods: 4

Addition information: The Novastorm carries 2 short range shuttles, and several long and short range probes, each one with powerful sensory packages, along with one Overdrive weapons platform.
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Tiamat was not particularly happy about being cut off like that. She turned around in her pilot chair before getting up out of her seat heading to the sensor read out. “Pas get me a scan of that vessel; look for software intrusion points, firewalls, ship wide networks, power distribution, software counter measures, anything that would allow access or block to information, ship wide archives, star charts, anything that will help with navigation…” The Beta sim nodded obeying as it disappeared. “Tamara, you not going to…” Jason said getting up going over to her. “Only as a last resort, but I want this information ahead of time, I’m flying blind out here.” She said, “Pas, from the look of that drive system it’s different from ours, get a look at that to…”

“Andy, in case there true to their word, what damage did we suffer from the trip?” She said into an ear piece that hung on one ear, “Um, all the drive systems are unharmed, just a little shaken, save for the Galactic one, we don’t have power to most of deck ten, there for we have lost most of the life support in on that deck, and there are a few golf ball sized holes in the deck plate, and we are missing some hull plating, I fix these myself, but some help would be nice.”

Pas came back into view, “scan complete, I was able to use a general scan of the ship to cover the more focused scans…” She cut him off, “did you set off any alarms?” The hologram shook his head. “Nope…”

[Vegas]

Vegas fired behind him blindly, still running at full speed towards the airlock. He could've sworn he heard something behind him, and he wasn't taking any chances. They were always so freaking mysterious and fast. It worried the Husky. How can you fight what isn't there? He fired another quick burst before diving through the airlock, shouting as he did.

"We're clear! Seal it!"

OOC: Sorry for the short post, I couldn't think where else to go with the situation O.o

[Mercurio]

Micky nodded and handed the wounded soldier to the standby medic before rushing off to the hanger bay. "Anywhere else probably better than back there." He thought. When he arrived at the hanger, he preped up a shuttle and grabbed a few more extra tools just in case and put them in his bag. "Micky to bridge, heading over to assist the err... the other ship.." He reported. He wasn't really good at remembering some procedures. He placed his rifle into the weapon pod, just carrying a pistol in his holster is good enough.

He launched off and flew to the Novastorm. "This is Corporal Micky Foxford, engineering spec, requesting permission to dock." He radioed to the Novastorm's bridge and flew in once docking was granted. The fox removed his helmet and exited the shuttle. He ran his hand through his black and green streaked hair which had been ruffled up after removing his helmet "Anyone called for a plumber?" he asked jokingly

[Nelle Kozera]

"Permission granted..." An artificial voice said as the the docking request was received, the port cargo bay opened up to allow the shuttle entrance...

An otter was waiting on top of a large create with more warning signs plastered on it than should be legal, "If i had wanted a plumber i would have asked for one..." the otter's tone was one that was not even remotely amused, "Cap told me to warn you, engineering, and any section with direct access to any of the drive systems is absolutely off limits, ignore this warning and it is grounds for mowed down by the defensive turrets...of course the AI will give you a genital warning when you are in a restricted section..." He said jumping down from the pseudo-plastic create. "But deck ten is total safe..." He said nodding, "follow me..." he motioned with his clip board for the Fox to follow him.

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Deck 10

"I had the shields extended around this area so it's pressurized for the time being..." Large pieces of the deck plate where missing in some area, along with burn marks with superconducting power lines went critical. "Aside from the lighting, power has been cut to the section, son the cables are safe to touch..."

[OdinAshcroft]

Odin panted as they finally came to a stop, wiping his brow as he found himself securely surrounded by the squad of heavily armored soldiers...agaisnt a supposedily invisible and possibly invincible enemy, on a ship slated to blasted out of the cosmos. Not the best of situations. Seeing how hes currently the only one not doing anything important, much less helpful, he rushed his way to the airlock door command panel, flicking his wrists as his metal tipped fingers ticked and tacked madly, a mix of binary code and flashing imagery dancing agaisnt his reflective goggles.

He held the final execution of commands as the last guard leapt in, slamming a forefinger upon the panel, stepping back as the airdoor locked with a dramatic thunder, the panel beginning to spark, making the wolf wince, looking to his "rescuers".

"Can we please leave now?" said a still shaken lupine.

[Vegas]

Vegas chuckled as he pulled off his helmet, giving the Wolf a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I think so." He walked over and hit the button on the Com panel, "Alpha to Bridge, we're clear, detach and destroy, Ma'am!"

The Husky safed his rifle and propped it against the bulkhead, sighing as he tried to smooth out his hair. "By the way, I never did get your name."

[OdinAshcroft]

The wuff sighed in relief as the Sargeant removed his helmet, revealing a reassuring canine appearence, leaning with fatigue upon the wall. He weakly smiled, hoping quietly they will be safe soon. He turned back to the husky and nodded, dowing bit of a slightly comical bow

"I'm Odin Ashcroft, former employee of Nebulous Robotics Lab, freelance jack-o-trades, and happily, not a splotch on the Ferryman's walls..."

[Mercurio]

"Restricted zone, off-limits. Gotcha slick." He complied and followed the otter to deck 10. Micky listened carefully when the technician was summarizing the problems in the ship. "Mind if i asked what happened?" He asked curiously while looking through his bag for the tools needed for the job. "Lets start of by fixing up those holes, then after that, I'll see what I can do to repair the circuitry in this section." He said and handed a blowtorch to him. "You know, I used to take ships apart, kinda the same as repairing one right? Just in reverse." He laughed to himself, Micky knew he wasn't being one bit funny, but he was still pretty shaken after the Selkis encounter. "Hope the rest of the squad are safe."

[Slate]

"Stand by." Trinity said over the ship's com. She gave a nod to one of the crewmen. He touched several spots on the screen, and soon after, the Black Orchid detached from the other ship.
"Sergeant Vegas, I want you and the survivor up on the bridge as soon as possible. Also, if you want to see some fireworks, you might want to get up here double time." explained Trinity. "Lieutenant, prepare to fire upon the derelict ship."
"Aye ma'am."
"Any word on the escape pod?" Trinity asked.
"The shuttle reports that it was found depressurized with no survivors, and are heading back now."

"Black Orchid to Novastorm." Trinity said in an audio only communication. "I want my engineer checking in on a regular basis. I'm sure you understand. Black Orchid out." she nodded to one of the crewmen, signaling him to send the message. "Ensign, send a priority three communique to the nearest FGN ship in range."
"Aye ma'am."

It was a rare occurrence for the Selkis to not completely destroy a ship. If they returned, she wanted to make sure there were reinforcements, other than a damaged unknown ship.