Galactic Congress

Subject: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:07 pm

The detected, massive space station above a class D gas giant is now the scene of multiple powers and their strives for war, peace, and modernization. Outside the space station, a newly constructed trade station brings prosperity.

Welcome roleplayers, it's time to build your dominion.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:10 pm

*** Sensory alert.
The K.A. Eternal Freedom has detected an odd energy signature. Awaiting orders as Captain of the the Eternal Freedom steps to the bridge. The Eternal Freedom is only about 9,000,000 light years away in the Minos Sector.

"Status report ensign".

"We've got a energy signature Sir, the our first chance of some action, and to see some other life out here."

"Affirmative, set a course. At top speed, we'll be there in no time."

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:17 pm

**Overseeing Admiral Yrkkz'Ca'Trok sits atop his chair in the L.G.A Messenger of the Lights, looking among the working T'Ack'Mul. One of the blue-shelled crustaceans swimming out of his spot and setting down slowly before the Admiral, bowing respectively, rising again, speaking.

"Overseeing Admiral, our probes have picked up a large energy signal coming from an astonishing distance. High Command has sent in the probes to investigate further, and we are to move in just after them."

The admiral stood up, clicking and grunting loudly "Set our course for the appropriate coordinates, alert the crew, charge the warp-field, and make sure our communications array is functional!"

The T'Ack'Mul starting clacking their claws faster against the computer interface, an alarm coming off as the warp field was turned on within minutes, a wormhole opening and hyper-accelerating them through space to their destination...

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***A voice booms throughout the ship's speakers, addressing the soldiers.

"Set course for it's location, full speed ahead."

The immense flagship and it's fleet launched through space, course set to the Deep Core Sector.

[[ Sorry, I was rushed. Not good at forumRP..

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:49 pm

** Arriving early, a hyperspace window opens and the Eternal Freedom drops out. It raises it's new shields due to the proximity to the center of the galaxy, which are a teal color when they are projected.

"Report Ensign" Captain Herzeleid demands as he views the space station from the bridge. "I need to know what the hell this is and why it is here."

"Captain, sensor data confirms this thing is older, very old.. Looks like it's shields are down, power is online, and there are more than several docking bays. Should we alert an away team?"

"Make it so, we need to get rid of that signal, who knows what is out here.."

** There is an increase in activity on the Eternal Freedom, the crew mans their stations and a few pilots prepare to test the new space combat vehicles.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:52 pm

**The probes of The Legion reach second, releasing from their transport units and scanning the area, sending information back to Legion High Command. One of them starts gravitating towards the energy source slowly by it's own propulsion system, it's picked up on the scanners of the Eternal Freedom, consequently.

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The flagship reaches the sector, enabling it's shield. A small shuttle launches from the flagship, approaching the source rather quickly.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:17 pm

** Herzeleid orders the coordinators to be ready to mark targets for their guns and missiles. They power sub-light engines and gets closer to the station.

"Open a channel, all frequencies. Lets hope these Aliens speak Konnh, or have a translator.."

"Done Sir"

-This is Captain Herzeleid of the K.A. Eternal Freedom. This is uncharted space and we advise caution. We are hear on peaceful terms but will not hesitate at hostile action. We're explorers and wish to share the bounty which we may have discovered. We're sending a team aboard the station. Over.-

The Captain gives the green for the fighters holding the team to launch, two fighters quickly dart over to a docking bay and latch in preparing to board.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:25 pm

** The L.G.A Messenger of Lights warps into view, it's weak shields switching on, the message reaching them.

"Overseeing Admiral, a message from one of the ships!"

The admiral grunts "Play it."

While the odd language was playing, interpreting computing systems worked like crazy, producing a message on the Admiral's personal screen.

The admiral shot up, yelling and clicking angrily "Get the boarding ships loaded, prepare the fighters for escort, man the guns! And relay this message back to them.."

"Attention, 'Captain Herzeleid' and the crew of Eternal Freedom, this is Overseeing Admiral of the Legion of T'Ack'Mul.. We will accept your mutual exploration of this odd space station, and we are also boarding as we speak."

The boarding crew assembled their space gear, tromping onto the boarding ship and launching into space, being escorted by the fighters.

The Admiral points his large claw at the organic flagship. "And keep a lock on that too!"

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:37 pm

** The Konnh team arrives, checking corners, and making their way through the alien halls to the energy source.

Herzeleid reads the message on the overhead screen. "Good, we have some sensible people around here.. Power weapons in response, we don't know who these folks are. Away team, I'll need status reports on your objective. Ensign, yellow alert."

** The away team acknowledges, still moving inside the large station

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:41 pm

** The boarding team dock, the squad leader armed with a LG-012 assault pulse rifle, the rest armed with LM-177 chained melee weapons. The Squad leader looks at his objectives in his watery suit HUD, gurgling and grunting something through radio, the team moving on him as they tromp through the space station searching for the energy source.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 11:13 pm

** The away team reaches the central room of the power source. They stop in amazement as the room is gigantic, and rowed with seats. In the center, a podium and what looks like computers at each seat. They note that this would surely be noticeable from the outside, but it is not. There are many exits and entrances all around the large circular room with a pit in the center.

"This is Carter with the away team.. We've got something amazing here. It looks like.. An embassy."

The Captain replies quickly, "Upload a picture to the bridge." As they snap a photo with an eye piece and send it to him. When he receives it, he too is astonished.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 11:20 pm

**Some gurbled radio chatter and speaking echoe from the hallway entrance across them. "Kkkrzzzz... Yrk'kma *click* urnari opato *click* *grunt* tzzmatkrz."
The heavy water containment suits thump against the metal, 10 sillouhettes coming into view from the hallway. "Chzztt--Inzzta! *click* *grunt* *gurgle*" The squad leader raises his assault rifle claw, the others revving up their saw, before they lower it and stare at the other insertion team for a moment, stepping down to the center slowly.

The team relays back to the ship. "We've found some kind of intergalatic diplomactic meeting area..." The Admiral grunts, almost embarassed he came this way to find a bunch of chairs.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 11:41 pm

** The away team of five steps aside, letting them go by. They take an alternate route to the center console, as they plug in a hand held computer tablet into it. They begin uploading the data to the Eternal Freedom. Two other men break off to another corridor and begin searching for something else.

The crew on the Eternal Freedom reviews the incoming data, intrigued.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Fri Apr 30, 2010 11:47 pm

**The Admiral watches his boarding crew through their camera optics. He angrily yells at them "Breach into the console! Find out what they're doing, and send two out from your team to see what they're searching for!" The team quickly tromps up heavily to the console, holding their own portable computing device, looking for an extra slot to plug theirs in. While two others tromp off in another direction to find out what their team is doing.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 12:21 am

** There are visible ports near the other team to plug in.

The Konnh work at their own pace, gathering info. The other two who have broken off walk down the corridor to another area, what seems to be the station's command center. They look around, before trying to access the consoles.

OOC; Some of you other online, Empire players need to jump in srsly

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 12:23 am

**The teams hooks up their systems to the central hub, sending back their info the impatient admiral, while the slower two that broke off come behind the Kohn's squad members, also plugging in their equipent into the command center.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 12:41 am

** The away team unplugs their computers, regrouping at the main room and contacting their commander.

"Sir, this is Jacob, we couldn't access the systems. Seems to have this odd lockout. Everything is on an automatic process, weapons and everything. Orders?"

The Captain views the aliens through a eye piece. "Search the place top to bottom. There were schematics in the data, use those to get around and try and find some things useful. It also says that this place is to be used for some.. Galactic representatives. Interesting. Get searching."

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 12:50 am

**"What do you mean you can't access it?!?!" The admiral yelled back at his team. "Squad leader, find some kind of systems override in the schematics you uploaded, or at the very least copy what that team is doing!"

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 2:14 am

The Tet'Sta drops out of warp, sailing into the system. Shuttles are dispatched almost immediately.

Sis'Lun J'Lan: [Turnal'var: I want that station checked thoroughly.]

Sis'Do'Lun Feh'Ris: [Commander, scanners are detecting multiple contacts. Origin unknown. They're also sending us signals in unknown languages.]

Sis'Lun J'Lan: [Attempt to establish communications. Do not withdraw the teams.]

The shuttles close in on the station, preparing to dock.

Sis'Do'Lun Feh'Ris: [Broadcasting in every frequency and language in our database, Commander. Whenever you're ready.]

Sis'Lun J'Lan: [Let's hope they get the message.]

The following greeting plays from the Tet'Sta: "This is Commander J'Lan of the Tet'Sta, ship of the Turnal Alliance Fleet. We come in peace, and are here to investigate this station. We are open to negotiations."

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 2:34 am

** The Eternal Freedom detects the drop, powering it's sub-light engines and maneuvering their small capital ship to view all three ships on the far side of the station.

The Captain stands, going to the screen and zooming in on the newly arrived ship. "Message confirms they're at least partially friendly. Open a channel."

-This is the K.A. Eternal Freedom, I am Captain Herzeleid. We've massed here to inspect the signal, and it turns out to be an ancient.. Assembly hall as you'll soon find out. We have the same intentions. We're not looking for fights today. If you say your negotiations are open, we'll talk.-

Meanwhile, the Konnh team begins searching through the station, finding quarters, what looks like cafeterias, and all necessities inside of a space station. All it is missing is actual supplies.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 5:40 am

[OOC] Fuck, I edited this post instead of making a new one. Sorry, SHIT.

Summary: Appeared on the scene, deployed TY-7s without docking, went back to a wide orbit.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 6:59 am

A large hulk of a ship enters through cold-space, it's engines flaring bright orange as it slowly comes to a halt. The side of the ship reads F.I.S DUTY-BOUND. On the ship, personnel swarm to their battle-stations, orange screens and holograms lining the walls. Three dropships are ready to depart for the station, and the captain briefs his three squads of ten each as he paces up and down the line. They have small weapons, and one only has a pistol.

"Greenhorns! Gather round and take a knee. We got interruptions comin' from that station, an' we can't cold-space warp outta' here until we do somethin' 'bout that 'darn station. Load up, kick ass, and come back. You'll have medals waitin' for you, boys."

The sides of the ship open up and the ships depart slowly but surely, the low frequency of hums resounding across the otherwise quiet comm channels. Everything is quiet except the rookies and greenhorns. "Am I gonna' get promoted?" The ships travel closer to the station, picking up contacts on the COMSAT. Weapons are loaded, and the captain opens a comm channel for anyone to contact them on.

Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 10:31 am

** The L.G.A looks quite peaceful, moving in slowly closer to the space station, it's coral decorations on top of it's thick hull gleaming in the light, many colors shining brightly, while inside..

The Admiral stands up from his chair, he points at all the incoming ships in fury, yelling at the team "CUT OFF THAT SIGNAL NOW! WEAPONS OFFICER, DETERMINE HIGHEST PRIORITY TARGET. Prepare the Krakken-wings!" 4 of the team of hulking crustaceans in water-space suits, including the squad leader break off from the main meeting hub "Shcczzt, kklerkka nnamoo, *click click*." They look for some kind of override to the space station command console, while looking for a way to cut the signal off. The Admiral, furious that he might have to share this discovery with more people, sits back into his chair slowly, snapping his giant claws angrily now and then.

"The Light-Bringers will guide us to victory, but only you can correctly inherit their signs, Squad leader." The squad leader darted his black pupils down for a moment, his eating appendages skittering nervously against themselves for a moment, as he pondered the threat hidden in the Admiral's advice. He clicks, waving a soldier with a large circular pack on his back. He grips the pack with his two claws, pulling it off and tossing it up. The brown, disc shaped drone stabilizing itself and uplinking it's camera to the squad's HUD, already having received it's orders it sweeps the ship much faster than the T'Ack'Mul in their water-suits, hunting down the signal source.

The pump systems of the L.G.A Messenger of the Lights is flooded with T'Ack'Mul going from compartment to compartment, all working busily to check their stations are appropriately.

Meanwhile in the hangar, the only compartment without water filled in it, the crew take the large lock-on missile in their claws, attaching them underwing of the 6 LNA-2 Krakken fighters, their pilots standing at attention by them for the go from the admiral. The fighter bombers, being loaded with 3 heavy bombs each, are doing diagnostic checks. The two squad leaders of the LNA-3 Krakken fighters direct the weapons crew on the more expensive, improved lock-on missiles for their own fighters.

Back in the Bridge, the admiral bellows out again, "Contact High Command and give them all the information we have received, including our current progress on the mission. And contact the escort cruiser we left back at Y'kri, tell the captain to warp space here now!"

All the chaos is contained from the gleaming, beautiful coral decorations.

The captain of the L.G.A Assault Cruiser "Overlord's Bidding" receives the message, powering up their warp generator and pointing themselves to the location.

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Subject: Re: Galactic Congress Sat May 01, 2010 12:50 pm

The three metal hulled transports whirr their way to the nearest airlock. Their orange tails glow hotter and whiter, as a large contraption assembles on the front of the ships. They shoot a single threaded beam, before following it on what seems to be a slider. The laser beam fades when the ships meet the minimum distance required for docking. They turn, and after a few moments, they open their doors. They have docked.

The silence of the hallways as the boarding party steps off is eerie. Small trails of mist seem to emit from vents on the floor, the room masked in a shroud of darkness. One of the marines turns on his flashlight. It casts marine shaped shadows across the walls of the room, revealing a single door and dis-used space-suits. The marines gather up on either side of the door, their guns at the ready, and wait for the signal to breach from command.

Back on the deck, General Abrams sits back in his chair, observing the other ships (or what looks like ships) from a long range scanner. There is almost no activity on the decks, and one technician can be seen chewing gum and playing an outdated game on his holopad.

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