Rhapsody

[macrorufus]

[CO]The assembled officers smiled. This was what they'd been hoping for. Not that the Rakai Empire truly posed a major threat to the GSA, but small nations were known to take 'bites' out of larger overly pre-occupied ones. Hence why the Rakai were summoned to Nine Hells. Not just for the prototype, but also to make the Rakai aware of the overwhelming military potential the GSA commanded.
Naturally, of course, one did not mention this, but it was a subtlety that hung in the air.
"Well, compared to previous Rakai designs, this craft fairly qualifies as a SSF, a space superiority fighter. Our science corps is this way."
The direction indicated was past a proud GSA battleship, and two cruisers at dock.

[AR]Tactical officers aboard the flagship of the Battlegroup West Hass punched in data into the electronic battle grid.
"Emergence of Dark Core fleet registered. In order of size, the ships have been tagged as primary targets."
The display grew cluttered as launch ramps cycled out increasing numbers of fighters.
"Cancel fighter overlay."
The screen blurred then cleared again, showing only ships on it, the green glow of the battlegrid illuminating the officers.
"Report recieved, Shadow Dragon is launching fighters. Marking them as friendlies to the fleet."
The Admiral turned to his comms officer.
"Tell the Shadow Dragon to fall back, the KTN ships will escort it out of the combat zone."
The two displays that represented the KTN Tiandehuo and KTN Dahuo signalled acknowledgement and moved into position behind the Shadow Dragon.

[SA]Alarms blared inside the quay master's office as screens highlighted scan information that the LU-Trimmar was arming itself. The quay master paused and quickly sent a warning to the Trimmar's crew.
"Do not attempt to arm within the station. This is a breach of GSA regulations. If you do not acknowledge this, you WILL be fired upon."
As if on cue, security personnel ran onto the berth, weapons in hand.

[BT]The canteen on deck 4 was quite busy, a large number of patrons seated at tables. Darien was directed to a single table, overlooking the berths. No one came to serve the Otter, though Darien would have been able to see that this Canteen operated electronically, an electronic menu was built into the table.
Outside, one could /just/ see the Rakai representative and assembled GSA officers. The Canteen was along the same path that the GSA officers would take the Rakai.
It appeared that most patrons there were nursing drinks, rather than eating. A sign on the outside of the Canteen said 'No Kaitanians allowed.'

[RR]The Admiral nodded slowly and faced his comms officer.
"Raise shields! Railguns fire on targets of opportunity."
The Dark Core vessels were outnumbered and outgunned, having stumbled into the Nine Hell's region. Shields were raised as the Battlegroup moved in. The GSA ships shuddered as lengths of Diamond Composite armor began to cover the vital sections of the ships, unfolding from hidden recesses.
Field disruptors powered their magnetic fields to help distort the Dark Core's energy weapons. The tactical display registered that the Dark Core vessels had finally raised their shields.

[Brome Teks]

Darien looks to the electronic menu. .oO(Hmm, probably shouldn't get something to eat right now...) He looks to the Rakai and frowns. He opts to order a fizzy drink, akin to diet cola. He subtly feels the disruptor pistol under his vest, desperately hoping that he wouldn't wind up having to use it. He gets hailed by his ship.

"This is the captain."

"Sir, a mercenary ship near ours seems to have come under a security alert. Our scans show they're loading up their torpedo tubes."

Darien blinks. "Is there any fighting nearby?"

"Tachyon detectors are picking up something, but it's half a light-year out."

Darien frowns. "That's way too far out for a ship here to worry about. They must be planning to attack something nearby. Go to DALAS [OOC: Defensive And Logistical Alert Setting] 3, don't power up the weapons yet, but set the computer to throw up the shields the instant they launch a weapon. In the meanwhile, depressurize the outer hull and stand by for my orders." He sighs and mutters, "Mercenaries... can never trust them..."

"Confirmed, sir. Going to DALAS 3."

Darien closes the the communication and looks to the Rakai. "I sure hope you're not involved in this..." he mutters under his breath. "...Last thing we need is another Caprica Incident."

[Samantha Arrow]

[OOC: Got pictures of the Trimmar]

[Arratra]

The Shadow Dragon was moving incredibly slowly; only a fraction of their total thrust capacity could be applied, as the primary engines were offline, and many of the engines in the auxiliary array were also damaged.

"GSA fleet, this is Predator Leader," said the leader of the second flight of Shock Dragons, "Be advised; our fighters will have to return to the Shadow Dragon periodically to rearm and refuel. These big engines chew up a lot of gas."

[Nelle Kozera]

“Great…” Violet’s wingman said over their Private line, “They brought Short range fighters…” He said, “Shut it Draco, we don’t have time for this…” She shot back, even though she was hiding a smile behind her breather before slamming the afterburners dumping raw Antimatter into the Plasma stream causing the Pathfinder to rapidly accelerate at two hundred Kilometers per second. Black Raven and her Wingman Draco closed with the fighters in a few seconds. Nearby the Dark Core vessels had their weapons charged and fired, all six vessels fired their particle lance weapons, over ten batteries per vessels all of them aimed towards the Shadow Dragon. Even before their where confirmed hits the Vessels Jumped to hyperspace, as did the fighters, it seems that the Strike Craft where only a Distraction to annoy the GSA. “Joy…” Violet said, “Black Raven to Frozen Rain, They have left. Should We return or keep a look out?” She asked.

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“Well, we can’t tell you much, we are just the greeters and such, the engineers can tell you more about the fighters themselves we will be their shortly.” One of the Officers said a few moments before the Tram came to a stop in the Preproduction bays of Nine Hells. It was here that the kinks with manufacturing of new vessels are worked out. “Alright here we are…” An anthropomorphic dragon was standing there with T-Shirt with Phantom Works written on front in white letters, the shirt itself was black. “Ah is this the Rakai Rep?” The Red Dragon asked, “Of course he is, he is the only one, come on then best we get started.” He tapped an invisible interface and the lights of the bay across from them lit up with flood lights showing a sleek new fighter. The Vessel itself was almost sixty percent engine. “We had to pull your engine design apart and put it back together. All and all we over designed your engines giving it fivefold power boost.” He said, “Crouse it’s twice as large as it was before to, but their is more follow me..." He said going to his left...

[Samantha Arrow]

(Repost in proper spot now.)

Again the comm forwarded the information to Sam.

"Let them do what they need to then." Sam commented, "But tell them I'm displeas-"

Suddenly her tactical officer, a Wolvend named Saval interrupted her, "Captain! I'm detecting a battle on sensors."

Sam spun her chair to face him, "Where at? How far?"

"It's at the edge of the system."

"Too far to go without low FTL speed..." Sam mumbled, she was tempted to join the fight and possibly earn the repair for free. "It's better anyway. We shouldn't get involved in their petty conflicts. All the same, load the torpedo launchers - I don't want to be cut off guard."

Sam turned back to her comm officer, "Explain the station we detected the battle are are loading the torpedoes simply for safety."

Saval spoke again, "The attacking ships just left."

"What?" That seemed rather silly, why attack like that? Now the defenders had time to prepare for anything else.

The comm officer explained the message from the station.

"Fine, don't load the torpedoes. Tell them if my vessel is damage in their petty fights though they''ll have to explain it straight to the Lightfirean government."

Sam gave Saval a gesture to unload the torpedoes.

"Oh. And I don't like to be threatened, so give them something to think on. Send just the data on what six overloaded plasma arrays do at point blank range - that's all."

The comm officer mentioned the security personnel that came out.

"What's the point of that? To kill Rikkard and the repair team? Or do they figure small arms fire can do anything to Baryonic armor?"

Saval shrugged, "Maybe to board us?"

"That's stupid too. We could jsut lock them in a room and drain the air."

Saval and Sam debated tactics for a while before it was finally agreed on they couldn't fight a whole space station and survive, at least not with a junker like the Trimmar.

"I miss the Liberator, I hope Malcom is having fun. That ship is just gorgeous."

[Nelle Kozera]

(Sam, um, that post was already responded to by Marco up in post 31...)

[Samantha Arrow]

[And I said in post 25 to ignore it till the time the fight actually did start]

[Cobalt3924]

The Rakai Whistled upon seeing the Nightmare: impressed at it.

"That's a nice bit of hardware there..."

Upon hearing how much more efficient the engine was: he turned to the scientist.

"Five times more powerful? I'm going to have to ask what's going to become of the extra power, because this thing isn't shaped to go much faster than 250 times Light speed without ripping itself apart."

He turned and followed the scientists to the left: still watching the Nightmare.

"Oh, I'm not a Rakai by the way. I'm a Rakrai: New Subspecies."

[Nelle Kozera]

(And their is your response to it sam.)

[Samantha Arrow]

[Fix'd *space to meet length requirement*]

[Arratra]

A number of the shots were clean misses, lancing off into empty space; they had been eyeballing most of their shots. The rest slammed into the heavily damaged stealth cruiser.
Their shields took most of the hits, but a few beams got through. One dissipated against what little of the ablative armour remained; another sheared off three of the auxiliary engines, forcing the ship to slow even further, while the others clipped the few point defense cannons left.
And then the remaining engines blew out, causing the ship to jerk forwards slightly, and then coast on its momentum.
"Rhapsody control," Shirranna said, "All our engines are out. We're going to need to be towed."

The Shock Dragons were, despite their relatively short range, proving to be highly adept in a dogfight; the fighters that had been left behind were proving to be no match for the prototypes, which were not only fast, but shielded, if only lightly; enough to protect from one or two hits.
A few of the enemy fighters were also prototypes, and were FTL capable. They unexpectedly jumped on random vectors, disappearing from the system.
"GSA fleet. Enemy strike craft destroyed. Returning to the Shadow Dragon."

[macrorufus]

(Threats have this horrible way of escalating. Often quickly out of hand).

[AR/RR]Tac officers updated the battle grid accordingly. Voices spoke over each other as the grid changed.
"Updating SCION fighter involvement, they have engaged. Tagged as friendly."
"Enemy jump signatures, they are going out."
"Fire registered. DCNS Shadow Dragon has been hit. Helm disabled, they are adrift. KTN Dahuo has registered a hit to its armor."
The firepower of the Dark Core Battlegroup, despite many shots having missed, had not only destroyed the Shadow Dragon's engines, but left the ship to drift onwards.
The two frigates beside the Shadow Dragon spaced themselves further from the ship.
"Inform the station that the Shadow Dragon requires a tug."
The Admiral started. This looked liked a classic faint. The enemy fleet had appeared, and withdrawn, while the Battlegroup and Picket force were now far from the station.
"Inform the fighters to land aboard the picket ship, the battlegroup is to jump immediately back to the station!"
Signals were sent, and the picket force remained to pick up available fighters, and would later move back into picket position, transferring the fighters back when they rotated out for other crews.
The Battlegroup jumped close to the station, and spread out, forming a rough-sphere shape around the station.
Gunnery officers stood by their stations, and sweated. It was commonly known that nothing was more terrifying or nerve breaking than the calm before a battle.
Except for the battle itself.

[CO]The dragon grinned. "Ah of course, we were aware of structural issues. We've changed the hull composition to reflect its greater capacity for speed. The frame is strengthened too with further cross latices to protect the craft as it reaches higher speeds."
"Now you see here-" The scientist was cut off as alarms started to scream.
"Funny. There were no drills set for today...."
The intercom switched on in all sections of the vast station.
"Advisory: Station Staff to be on the look out for suspicious individuals. All suspicious contacts must be reported immediately. Security personnel on all decks, report to assigned checkpoints."
There is a commotion visible ahead, where the deck's closest Canteen is. The dragon quickly motions to the Rakrai.
"Ah... You'll want to stick with the GSA officers."

[BT]There were harsh barks as a group of Kaitanians ran past, the varied red hues of their fur marking them out as Huo Tribe Kaitanians. They split up into two groups, both covering different ends of the segment of the station that housed the canteen.
Ignition flames flickered into life, as they readied fearsome looking flamethrowers. One of the furs leaving the Canteen was stopped by the KTs. The lead figure, snarled incomprehensibly at the poor soul, before switching to GSA Common.
"Your ID. Show. Now."
"I left it on the ship, if you'd just let me past, so I can get -"
The fur didn't get further than that, before a fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him down. The patrons stared in shock as two KTs picked the fur up, slammed him into the closest bulkhead and cuffed him.
"No ID. No rights."
As two Kaitanians dragged him off to the closest detainment centre further down the deck's corridor, there is an immediate rustle as patron hands check for ID passes.

[SA]Outside the LU-Trimmar's berth, the assigned tug suddenly flipped round and boosted out, off towards the fleet. There was no reason given to the Trimmar's crew. Bulkheads locked down in the general vicinity of the LU-Trimmar. The security personnel, in their powered armor, toggled speaker sets and levelled their weapons at both the Trimmar's Engineers and the Station's Engineers.
Their words similarly featured the clipped brevity of Kaitan speach.
"On knees! Now!"
The station's engineers slowly got to their knees and placed their hands on their head. It was clear they knew what was expected of them.
As they did so, a mechanical scream pierced the air as remote devices woke in the berth. A high inertial field was projected over the LU-Trimmar locking it into its berth. There were alarming groans as the pressures on the LU-Trimmar's hull increased, before stabilising.
The field dramatically increased the effects of gravity, and could be varied with great control. As such, the crew would find that the torpedoes, even if launched would not move, nor would turrets swivel, and nor could the ship move.
A message was sent to the Trimmar's crew, no faces, just the GSA emblem with a simple audio message.
"The Quay Master summons the Captain of the Trimmar to face charges of Terrorism."

[ALL]Rumour, that many mouthed beast, spread its stories all over the station, and could not be held back. Speculations speculated on themselves, theories were theorised, and a general panic began to settle in. It wasn't long before ships began unberthing from the station, some jumping as soon as they were clear of their berths.
As ships left, the ships left behind suffered greater pressures to leave likewise. The Quay Master in his office watched in dismay as production estimates fell. This would cost the GSA in the longer term.

[Arratra]

Arratra breathed out slowly, watching his ship through his Omnitool's display. Hundreds of red safety messages coloured the display, but the ship was intact enough to be salvageable, even, Arratra noted to his relief, at a reasonable prise for such an advanced, high-tech ship.

The Shadow Dragon jerkily extended its tow-cable attachments, locking them into position. The Shock Dragons immediately moved into screening positions, coming to a halt relative to the drifting ship and cutting their engines.
"Rhapsody control, this is Predator Leader. We are providing escort for our home ship. We will not interfere with the GSA Fleet or any civilian vessels."
"Rhapsody Control, this is the SD5 Shadow Dragon," Muukhuz added, "Please remove the Dark Core appellation from our designation. This ship is no longer Dark Core service."

[Nelle Kozera]

(Slight problem their, um....they are Half a light year out. Your optics won't help you see the battle for half a year.)

[Samantha Arrow]

The lockdown might have the same effects on the Lightfirean ship as it did on others. Baryonic armor had a section function of countering the effects of other gravitational forces, namely inertia of accelerating into and out of FTL speeds. It was fully possible the armor could also affect the gravitation locks, some other kind of holding method may need to be used.

At first Sam thought it was because of the message she sent, but after Saval explained that the station's engineering team was also being held Sam got a little confused. Saval also noted ships were leaving the station.

Then the message of a false charge reached the ship, what was going on here?

"Hail the station and put it on the main screen. I want to know what's going on." Sam said to her comm officer.

"Alert the crew that the situation has turned hostile. Tell military personnel to suit up and arm themselves if they decide to board our ship." She said to Saval.

"Add a text to our hail message. Explain to them their is no private ownership in our culture. We are not private citizens so hostile actions taking against us constitute a response from the entire Union... Might also want to note that's not a threat, we're just explaining the bigger picture here."

[If you're talking about my ship's sensors they have FTL long range sensors, tachyon based]

[Nelle Kozera]

(Um no that was to Arratra. I should note that the station is the Size of North America.)

[Samantha Arrow]

(Um no that was to Arratra. I should note that the station is the Size of North America.)

[That's.... Really big, almost impossibly large...]

[Brome Teks]

[That's.... Really big, almost impossibly large...]

[You are dealing with a galactic superpower. They have more resources, power, and technology than we can even begin to imagine. They control about 33% of the galaxy, so that's somewhere between 33 and 132 billion stars, which could easily hold the resources necessary to make this station. Face it, the GSA has an insanely huge advantage here.]

Darien watches the poor soul get dragged off. "Hmm..." He reaches for his own ID, only to find that it's not there. "Awww, shit." He begins to panic. .oO(Okay, these types are really touchy, remember last time... I should probably surrender my weapon right off the bat...)

When the Kaitanians arrived at his table, he sighs and holds up his hands. He speaks slowly and deliberately, his voice not betraying his panic. "I do not have my ID with me. I will come quietly, there is a disruptor pistol under my vest in an underarm holster. I am willing to surrender it." He didn't want to reach for it himself, as that could easily be interpreted as hostile action. And it's best not to appear hostile to a guy with a flame thrower.

[Samantha Arrow]

[You are dealing with a galactic superpower. They have more resources, power, and technology than we can even begin to imagine. They control about 33% of the galaxy, so that's somewhere between 33 and 132 billion stars, which could easily hold the resources necessary to make this station. Face it, the GSA has an insanely huge advantage here.]

[Murpf, not a big fan of such huge scales...]

[Nelle Kozera]

(Don't worry, even the GSA doesn't finical resources have more than one of these station of this size, and this is the oldest of the shipyards. Plus it took 250 years to build to the current size it is now at a cost of close to 4 quadrillion Galactic Credits. It was no small endeavor to build. Most other ship yards are a fraction of this size.)

[Nelle Kozera]

“Acknowl….” She watched them jump to hyperspace, “On second thought, I’ll just flying to the Huo Tribe ship…” She said apparently to herself for the moment as they changed course for Katian vessels. “Well…” She opened a channel to the KTN Tiandehuo, “Black Raven to Tiandehuo requesting permission to dock.” She said before opening a Private channel to her pilots. “Boys and girls better make sure your flies are zipped up tight, don’t want to be put on the latrine duty for having you scales out of line.” There was some laughter over the radio line. “I’m tempted to just sit out the time in my fighter, might be more comfortable.” Draco said over the line…

[Cobalt3924]

(OOC: Just so that I'm safe: I already cleared this post with Macrofurs.)

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The Rakrai snarled and rolled his eyes at the piercing alarm: watching the civilian get dragged off by the guards.

"Grgh... why are there always alarms..." He snarled to himself as he stood next to the Officers as the guards walked past. He smirked quietly when one of them demanded to show them his ID.

"Don't have one. Don't want one either."

He knew this wouldn't go down well with the guards as they immediately tried to subdue him. With an almost fluid motion: he grabbed the wrist of the guard lunging at him and snapped it like a twig with a loud crunch and a shriek of pain from the guard.

"Go on... Do it. Do it!" He baited the other guards as they aimed their Flamers at him. For a second; they looked like they would before the officers stepped between them.

"Stand down! He's a Representative of the Rakai on behalf of the GSA." They growled at the guards who looked surprised. The one with the broken wrist looked livid.

"Oh suck it up and get to medical." the officers said clearly to the guard; who slouched off with one last look of hatred at the Rakrai.

[macrorufus]

[BT]The KT facing Darien huffed at the otter captain, and his face scowled. He reached for the sidearm, taking it into his hands. Two of them patted him down for any other concealed weapons before escorting him out to the detainment centre. In the detainment centre, the earlier fur was having his DNA bio-recorded, and was being processed. The two KTs leave Darien in an office. From where he was seated Darien would be able to see the KTs talking with the detainment officer, pointing now and then to the office he was in.
The interrogation officer entered into the office and sat down opposite Darien, another Huo Tribe KT.
"I've been informed that you have displayed respect for the guards here, and in extension, respect to the GSA. Your honesty does you credit."
He paused, and regarded the otter captain.
"We are granting you one Nine-Hell Day to present your ID. You may return at any point during the next 30 hours, Captain. You will not be processed for crimes if you do this."
The KT leaned forwards and snarled at the otter.
"I need not remind you what will happen should you fail to present an ID within the allotted time period."
The KT showed Darien to the exit of the detainment centre, and gave him a data slate stating his current situation to any other KT. There was a small altercation from the other captain who noticed Darien's 'generous' treatment. His complaints were quickly silenced as a KT guard knocked him down again.
"You had your chance. You were difficult."

[RR]The KTN Tiandehuo, Heaven's Fire, opened a comm channel to the fighters.
"Request recieved, landing decks opened."
The frigate's docking slots opened for the fighters to enter. The deck crew that waited to service the fighters were exclusively Huo Tribe KTs, though an officer waited in the fighter bays, clearly not a Kaitanian.
He looked almost relieved to be amongst non-KT folk and genuinely smiled as the fighter crews came in.

[SA]An armored fist flew into the Trimmar's Chief Engineer's cheek sending the engineer rolling. On contact there'd been a sickening crunch, that informed the assembled furs that the Trimmar's engineer had suffered a broken jaw at the very least.
"Already said! On knees!"
Two armored guards kicked at the knees of the other Trimmar's engineers, sending them to their knees. Safety catches were toggled off.
"Hands on head!"
It was clear that the armored KTs on the berth weren't going to tolerate any further hesitations on the behalf of the Trimmar's engineers.

[SA]As this was occuring, the Station's Chief Quay Master was nearing a state of pure fury. Perhaps the most dangerous emotion the station chief had experienced for a long while in his monotonous duty. He was almost beside himself with rage, that this Trimmar had caused a panic by arming, continually threatened the station, and refused to talk in person. Then they had the nerve to not only pretend that they didn't know what was going on, but refuse to co-operate. His hands wringed an imaginary neck.
The Trimmar recieved an immediate response following their message, the Station A.I. took the call, wearing station staff uniform.
"The LU-Trimmar's Captain is requested aboard the station to face charges of terrorism. I am taking the call, as the Quay Master is currently indisposed."
The A.I. sighed as the dragon-form it took, looked over the bridge it could see.
"Frankly, you're already in trouble. And your best bet is actually trying to deal with them, rather than hiding here."
With a gesture the A.I. motioned the bridge around the console that she had been displayed on.

[CO]A signal was sent immediately to the Rakai registered ship as the tug latched onto the Shadow Dragon.
"Warning. Make no attempts to fire on the captured Dark Core Vessel."
The Shadow Dragon's berth, while on the same deck, was situated far from the Rakai ship. The Station A.I. was more than aware of the enmity that the Rakai had for the Dark Core. Though, hopefully the Rakai would not make the mistake of firing on a ship within the proximity of a GSA Station.

[CO]Two KTs took away the wounded one to the deck's medical centre. It was nothing that GSA science couldn't fix, but was trouble-some nonetheless. The officers had been impressed though. The Rakai skill in close combat had given them a reputation that clearly did not deserve to be weakened. The lead officer coughed.
"I should remind you not to go about impeding station security. We'd best continue the demonstration."
The officer turned to the dragon scientist.
"If you could continue please?"

[AR]Tactical officers aboard the defensive battlegroup, now located in a sphere around the Nine Hells, registered the Shadow Dragon's request for a new classification and denied it. A curt message was sent to the Shadow Dragon's A.I.
"Your ship was constructed to Dark Core specifications, and bears a Dark Core IFF and registration. When the processing of the ship's crew is complete, the ship's captain may wish to re-register his ship under a new name, and have a GSA IFF installed. Until such time, you will be designated as your IFF dictates."

[AR]The two Di Tribe guards shadowing Arratra stood nearby as they watched the SCION from within their power armor. He was stood at an observation deck. Perhaps he was viewing the GSA vessels in close orbit. There was a thud of booted feet as armored guards approached Arratra. The shadowing guards explained, in their own language, Arratra's situation. Nodding, the armored KTs thumped onwards to their designated checkpoints. The first one reached out to tap Arratra, delicately with its armored fist. His speaker activated, allowing a mangled version of GSA Common to emit.
"Arratra-SCION, GSA-Report says Shadow Dragon-Ship brought to Deck 4."
Indeed, in space, the tug sent to retrieve the Shadow Dragon had latched onto the hull and was towing the ship back to the docks under the watchful eye of the two picket frigates.
Station communications messages momentarily blanked out the sirens.
"Security personnel, medical corps and fire crews on standby for Deck 4, Berth 23. Repeat, Emergency Crews and Security to Deck 4, Berth 23."
On Deck 4, emergency crews were let through quickly, wearing protective vacuum suits. Cutting crews assembled on Berth 23 with their portable saws, in the event that sections of the ship were sealed, the crews would cut throught the hull to access them. Furs with fire-retardant clothes and fire-fighting equipment stood ready to board.
A.I. Oversight intiated the high inertial field on the Shadow Dragon as it entered Berth. In the event of an onboard explosion, this would prevent the ship from exploding.

[Samantha Arrow]

[The engineers obeying the command was a given, that why it wasn't in the post, therefor the attack on them I shall ignore]

As far as Sam knew there was a threat in the system requiring the action of arming some sort of defense. The station refused to allow them to do so even though the Trimmar had sent a message beforehand telling them they were arming torpedoes in response to the threat. When the station told them to disarm Sam did so, but the request had seemed so hostile that it provoked Sam to send simple tactical data. Now the station had captured her ship, possibly damaging it in their methods and had her men at gun-point. As far as she could see it, they were the terrorists.

"I don't feel safe leaving my vessel. You have my men at gun-point and my ship locked down, possibly damaging it in the process. We did what you wanted us to, disarm the torpedoes despite the threat looming in the distance. It's common safety procedure." Sam then continued, "At any rate I can't leave the ship without getting in trouble with my own government. I now have to communicate with them for further instructions."

[Nelle Kozera]

(OOC: Well the battle is far away. Your expected to not arm your weapons unless directly threatened by an opposing, the arming of such weapons, and then sending threating data after being told to disarm is considered a massive threat to the station. Safety or not, the station is right in this matter. But let's see what happens, and just because your a foreign national, it doesn't grant you immunity to the protocol, ignorance of the law is no exception.)

[Samantha Arrow]

{I know that. I'm just playing my race. The actions/views of the Lightfireans don't reflect my own mindset.]

[Brome Teks]

Darien nods and hangs on to the tablet as he goes out of the detainment office. "I'll be back in a jiffy." He heads out of the office and hails his ship. "This is the captain."

"Decorah here. We are holding at DALAS 3. Any updates?"

"What's the status of that terrorist ship?"

"Still under alert, but the Nine Hells has impounded the ship. They have also unloaded their weapons."

"I see. Well, keep the power hot, but drop down to DALAS 4. And prepare to receive me briefly, I need to grab my ID and present it to the security force to avoid some issues."

"Aye sir."

"Captain Out."

Darien takes a lift to the deck where the Decorah is berthed. He walks directly to the airlock and pushes onto his ship. "Captain on board." The computer notes. He goes and grabs his ID from his cabin and goes back out the airlock. "Captain has disembarked." The computer notes, sounding slightly annoyed.

Darien goes back to the lift and back to the security station, not dilly-dallying at all. He figures being punctual is a good practice to demonstrate to the station that is housing his ship. "I have come back," he tells the people at the desk, "To present my ID to avoid charges." All said, he took about 20 minutes or so. "May I have my weapon back, or will it be returned to my ship, or confiscated, or what?"

[Arratra]

"Thank you," Arratra said, hiding a smile at the Katarian's stilted speech. He moved quickly then, arriving at Berth Four just as the Shadow Dragon was locked into place.

"Acknowledged, Rhapsody Control," Muukhuz said with a sigh, "Captain Arratra Drakenguard is currently stationside. He will most likely wish to re-register the ship immediately."
As the ship docked, it became clear that while some of the damage was deep-penetrating, the sparks that were still flying around were in no danger of touching something flammable or explosive. The fighters docked shortly before the ship entered the berth, as well.
"Dock control," Muukhuz said; she seemed to have taken the role of COMS officer after SCION 14's demise, as that particular SCION had been the communications officer aboard the ship, "We're locking down all systems except the AIs and local tertiary power to keep the medbay, bridge, and all AIs online."

[Cobalt3924]

The Rakrai smirked and watched the guard get dragged off: still holding its shattered wrist.

"Well he was the one that made the mistake of attacking me hand to hand." He said simply: mentally laughing at how they went down after one simple broken wrist. After a second: the Rakrai's communicator flickered into life.

"Lord Xerek? Are you there?"

"'Scuse me for a sec." Xerek said: looking at the scientist before pulling the Hologram Projector out of his belt. "What is it Hellfire?"

"We've detected a heavily damaged vessel has been docked. By it's thermal signature: It's Dark Core."

"Well you know the drill. Charge Every weapon and blast the fu-"

"Sir: We've been given orders NOT to Fire."

"By Who?" Xerek Snarled at the Hologram.

"Rhapsody Control."

Xerek glared at the hologram.

"The GSA and Dark Core are enemies: Why the Hell would they let one Land here?!" He snarled: the fur on the back of his neck prickling up.

"We managed to skim a few recordings of broadcasts to Rhapsody Control. The ship is called the Shadow Dragon: a Soon to be Converted Vessel."

Xerek froze. He'd heard of the shadow Dragon by his Father.

"The Shadow Dragon? That's a SCION Vessel... And if it's converting: that means..."

Xerek looked at the Nightmare Fighter for a second.

"Get in contact with my Father as soon as you can. Tell him that Arratra has left the Dark Core."

"Yes Sir."

Xerek Switched off the communicator and put it back on his belt.