Terror Station V2.0 (FT,Closed)

by **Unified Western States** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:22 am

OOC: I have enough people in this for now.

Helix Mining Station-1A. It was supposed to be the most advanced mining facility ever constructed by the UWS Extra-Solar Mining Conglomerate, or the ESMC as it was called. It was a massive facility in orbit around the star Kyrios-5, a massive star similar to the one Terra orbited around. The facility extracted Helium-3 from the star and sent it back to Terra via jump ships. The station was odd looking. The main section was a huge boxy structure, with countless other rectangles and boxes sticking out of it, giving it the appearance of a disorganized pile of metal. This center area was connected to a huge outer ring by spokes. The outer ring had huge magnetic repulsion engines aboard it, allowing the station to stay in orbit around the sun. More spokes jutted off the outside of the ring and attached to another, bigger ring. The biggest ring had the words Extra-Solar Mining Conglomerate and it's logo in yellow and white stencil around the entire outside. A tube extended down from the center of the boxy main area into the sun, while another tube extended up and away from the sun. It attached to a separate boxy area. The entire structure could hold close to 5,000 personnel and had that many or close to that many onboard at all times. However, a few weeks ago, the station had ceased transmitting its check-in. An ESMC Security Force ship, the cruiser ESMC Luna, was dispatched to investigate the station. They were never heard from again. The ESMC decided that it was not worth spending any more money on and destroyed all files and records that the station had ever existed and informed the families of the workers aboard the station that there had been and accident and that the station had blown up. Now, the station has begun transmitting again.

Node 1-A, Section 4

Luke crouched behind the torn up section of metal flooring and gripped the particle rifle close to his chest. The square corridor was frightfully cold, as most of the systems on board the station were offline. The all-metal construction of the station didn't help either. He had no idea what had happened. He was part of the year 5 crew who had been kept in stasis until it was their turn to work. Whatever had happened to the station, he had been in stasis when it had happened. He looked around, trying to squint through the darkness. The light plates built into the ceiling flickered pitifully and cast their red glow throughout the ship. They were not red by design, but they were covered in blood that tinted the light. Luke shook his head. Blood. Blood was everywhere, and so where the parts of his comrades, horrible twisted expressions on their bifurcated corpses. It was horrible. Shaking the thought from his head, he peeked over the metal and saw the barely illuminated hologram that marked the control room. He took a deep breath and ran, his boots clanging on the metal. He ran into the control room and tried to seal the door. The power was dead to the door. He put down his gun and moved over to the control station. He wiped the red ooze that had at one point been a man off the console and activated a lock-down. Red lights and flashing orange lights came on all over the station and what doors still had power to them sealed. He activated the distress beacon and was about to leave when he heard a noise. He grabbed the assault rifle and spun around. Nothing. H turned back around. Within seconds, he felt a searing pain and looked down. A huge spike was driven through his chest, spewing his blood over the window. He looked above him and saw one of them, the horrible things that had done this. It opened its mouth and Luke had one fleeting view of its teeth closing around his neck before he was killed. The distress beacon transmitted on all frequencies and on maximum power, so that anything, anyone out there might hear it and come to the station. But it was nearly too late. There were very few survivors and those that were survivors wished they were dead. The station and it’s occupants continued to orbit the sun, not knowing if anyone would hear the distress call.

by **Unified Western States** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:48 pm

by **Phenia** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 3:26 pm

The Dusky class destroyer, PSV Expedient, was on long-range interstellar reconnaissance. A new mission type for the fledgling Security Force, and one which General Wu had assigned recently-promoted Captain Bruce Donalds.

It was dull work. He drilled the crew, and then drilled some more. Sensor scans showed little of interest to him. Astronomical phenomena, gaseous anomalies, stars and planets and thousands of cubic light-years of nothingness.

At 2330 hours, fighting off droopy eyelids with regular shots of black coffee, slouched in the command chair, Donalds heard the signal.

"Comm!" he barked immediately, precipitating the crewman at the communications console to reply: "Aye, sir, Comm Intercept, long-range RF transmission, sounds like an automated distress signal."

"Okay," said the captain eagerly, all but rubbing his palms together in anticipation that, at last, something was happening. "Pinpoint the origin, if you will."

"Yes sir. Running triangulation program." A few quiet moments. "I've got it!"

"Good work," he said, clapping the young man on his shoulder. Then he addressed the bridge. "Navigation! Upload those coordinates and set a course. Alright, we're going to FTL in response to a distress signal. I want marines suited up and at the SAR craft ASAP, Doc, stand by for any casualties, and Weapons... well, you know what to do."

The warship arrived in Kyrios-5 quite suddenly not long after and immediately began scanning the system, and then the station, with high energy active sensors.

by **Unified Western States** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 3:38 pm

The Station sat there, a shadow on the sun. The station was dilapidated, pieces of it hanging off and the exterior covered in burn marks. The ESMC ship the Luna was hanging onto the station by a single docking clamp. The Luna was crippled, nearly torn into pieces. The station rotated slowly. Huge spotlights on the exterior lit up the outside and the name of the station. The AI detected the nearby ship and sent out another message.

Code: Select all: This is the Helix Station Automated Response System. There is a code 5 lockdown in progress onboard the station. A distress beacon has been activated. If you are receiving this transmission, please assist the station. A docking system will be activated and allow you to gain access to the station. I repeat, there is a code five lockdown in progress.

by **Phenia** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 3:55 pm

"Extra-Solar Mining Conglomerate," mused the ship's captain. "Hmm, a computer search doesn't show any matches. Doesn't seem affiliated with the ESUS... Comm!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Prepare an automated status report entry and flog it through the subspace transceiver. We're investigating 'Helix Mining Station-1A,' low probability of survivors, possible salvage... strike that, make that possible vast amounts of salvage, depending."

New technology was always attractive to the bigwigs nowadays. Donalds would've been surprised if they didn't eventually send a fleet of ships to cut away and haul off chunks of this thing... assuming that whatever had happened to it was long over.

Perhaps an unwise assumption. "Helm, take us to within point blank range, keep it under one gee. Keep scanning for movement; the AI says a docking mechanism should work. Let's see if we can dock with this thing. If not we'll deploy the SAR craft."

by **Unified Western States** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:00 pm

Code: Select all: Subroutine three... Activating docking system.

Out the outside of the outer-ring, a section of it seemed to just vanished, revealing a large hexagonal docking ring. The ring extended on a telescoping system and stopped after it had extended about thirty feet from the station. Yellow holographic lines lit up, providing a "runway" for the Expedient to follow to the docking system. More huge spotlights illuminated the docking ring.

by **Unified Western States** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:25 pm

by **Morningstar Coalition** » Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:51 pm

The Intelligence arm of the Coalition had kept a file on the nation known as the Unified Western States, ever since that once totally Earth-bound nation had managed to attempt to crawl from their gravity well and reach for the stars. It seemed that the humans' struggles had born fruit, and now they had a presence in several star systems already. Some of the information in the file was missing, however this was chalked up to temporal gaps due to their origin on a fractal world.
Tiny, automated probes had been keeping tabs on as many of the fledgling nation's extra-solar endeavors as were identified, however the eyes could not be everywhere. In each case where a probe was present, it was always hidden as a cometary body that periodically dipped in and out of the system under observation, only dispatching it's records when it was far enough out-system to avoid being detected.

Thankfully when the Helix Mining Station-1A began sending it's distress call, the probe was inside the system, on the last out-bound leg of it's six-month orbit. The signal from the distress call was already several days old, and when the simple AI aboard the probe analyzed the message, it's subroutines identified it as something suitable for emergency sapient oversight. A tight-beam tachyon pulse was directed towards a communications relay parked half a light-year outside the system. From there, the distress call and report was routed through the new Lorentz-wormhole communications network the Coalition had recently established. In all, five days passed from the time the signal was first transmitted, till the time Coalition Intelligence received. It took another day to deliberate what was to done, but eventually they decided on sending a small squadron of frigates to investigate. This was considered a potential win-win for the Coalition. If there were any survivors this long after whatever had happened, they would be grateful for any assistance the Coalition forces offered. If there were few or no survivors, then the technicians of the task force could examine the humans technology, and hopefully determine if it could be of any use to the Coalition fleet.

The best transit course to the target system would take another two days to arrival, meaning that for anyone left on the station, roughly a week would pass before the five Coalition ships arrived...

by **Unified Western States** » Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:38 pm

by **Iaun** » Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:29 pm

It had been three days since the Aboleth had received the distress signal. It had been very faint and a grand stroke of luck that they had even received it in the first place. As such, they were now rushing to it as fast as their ship could take them. The Aboleth wasn't a proper Iaunian ship, nothing like that at all. It had been purchased from Capsule Corp. It was a good ship, no doubt about it, but Captain Taerg felt uneasy about it all the same. Still, he couldn't complain, he had command of his own ship, even tough it was nothing more than a frigate on a recon mission. Not many Shadar could claim the same.
Sighing, he glanced at his controls, browsing the same daily reports he had gone over thrice already. Then he looked over his crew, an all Shadar crew, the public face of the empire. Most were young and inexperienced, but it matter not. This was a simple rescue mission, a move to gain a more favourable notoriety with the galaxy at large.

"First Officer" He said at last to the man sitting at his right. "Have the crew double check all systems and clear as much space as possible. We don't know exactly what happened, but we might need to bring injured aboard. Ask the medical crew if there is anything they are lacking too." He stopped, thinking of anything he might have been forgetting. "Oh, and for Veldrin's sake, make sure the Nagas are kept locked. Until then, the bridge is yours. Call me if anything significant happens meanwhile."

With that he got up and went round the ship to survey things with his own eyes. At least it would help pass the time when there were still two standard days left to go.

by **Baron lords** » Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:07 pm

Corotix drifted in range of the station. His Ship was on silent he inputed an old acesss code.

"Alright lets see what we can do here." He smiled and checked all his systems. He was in a class-3 single man cargo ship. He had twin repeater blaster cannons fully charged that revoled a full 360. He even had a duel blaster in the rear, next to the twin class-r ion engines. His shields were at 89%. His clash between him and a police escort left him damaged. He was an claraxian smuggler, trained since he was four to steal and lie. He was one of the best the galaxy. He saw the distress code and remembered that it was abandoned, so there might still be some rare parts. He went to the hold and strapped himself with duel pistols, and assulat rifle, and a couple class-c charges. He set some of his revoling turrets to heat and movement, this is because in the past he lost his ship and chase it around the galaxy to get it back.

He saw the other ships yet he saw very few signals. He awaited the return signal and readied himself. he even had armor he stole to help him out of any jam.

by **Unified Western States** » Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:28 pm

With that he got up and went round the ship to survey things with his own eyes. At least it would help pass the time when there were still two standard days left to go.

The station's AI detected this new presence and got to work. It was running on fumes and had nearly no electricity left. A broken cable had shut off the solar recharging system and so the AI and all systems aboard the station were slowly failing. It prepared a beacon and sent it to the new ship.

Code: Select all: This is the Helix Automated Response System. There is a code 5 lockdown in progress on the station. Assistance is required.

With the last bit of energy it could spare to the com-relay, it sent out the message on all frequencies. And then, just before it died, it sent all energy to the docking ring. The AI died. All across the ship, lights dimmed or went out, the life support system shut off, the entire station, which had before been glittering with light, suddenly went dark. Except for the out docking ring, the station was pitch black. All signals from the station died and now the station was truly a dead one.

by **Morningstar Coalition** » Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:28 pm

D'oh! Forgot to include this when I first posted. Had a chat with UWS, and seems he was talking to others involved here about going along with my idea of folks arriving roughly a week after the original distress call. However, this still doesn't solve another issue. I'll grant it's a pet peeve, so feel free to ignore this mini-rant if you wish.
Usually whenever someone puts up a story like this, a rescue or a battle or anything else triggered by a communications signal sent out into space, I find it personally annoying that most of the folks who join in somehow manage to detect this signal from lightyears away while the signal is only minutes old! Yes, I know that there's such things as FTL comms, and even instant-FTL comms, however that kind of things should not work between strangers who have never encountered each other's technology before. Not everyone has magic Trek-tech subspace radio which can broadcast to half a galaxy in realtime.
So, it's already a massive contrived assumption that people lightyears away could get this signal within minutes. This is why I usually write in some form of time-lapse when responding to distress calls (even those sent on FTL-radio). If I can engineer a "dammed good reason" why my ships are very close-by, then I'll consider dropping in quickly.
This brings me to my second pet-peeve. How is it (And more importantly why?) that when more than two people show up to a random encounter scene, everyone seems to show up at roughly the exact same time? I know that this is so noone is left on the sidelines, merely an OOC observer while waiting to get there ICly. Hell, I was almost totally left out of a fight due to my travel-time lag, so much so that one other player decided he was going to fight the Bad Guy, Rescue the Innocent, and Win the Game as quickly as possible. If the OP hadn't booted his ass, the entire thread would have been done and resolved in one hour of IC time.

What's my point? And more importantly, what do we do about it?
My point is just this. Things do not have to race ahead at maximum warp in every story. If we rush along trying to resolve the crisis before the thread even hits Page 2, then the story is going to be over before we've even had a chance to enjoy writing it! Slow down a little. Delay your entry by a couple hours (or even days) ICly to allow things to progress and develop. Most importantly, let's not all suddenly jump into the OP's pool at the same time. One day we're going to do that, and the lifeguard is going to be too distracted to save us all from drowning.

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Kyrios-5 System - 3 Light-hours (Approx 21 AU) from Kyrios-5 at 90 degrees above the ecliptic
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Much like other drive systems in use by the Coalition, the Alderson jump drive created a shock-front of electromagnetic radiation and other more exotic particles whenever a ship re-emerged in realspace following a jump. To any observers inside the system, this shock-front would mostly be limited to speed of light, so it would take some time before the five ships could be detected. This was not always the case however; a small portion of the shock-front was composed of exotic particles, which like tachyons, traveled faster than light could. Anyone capable of detecting these exotic energies would have the chance to notice the five vessel's entry into the system a lot sooner.

Five frigates had been dispatched by the Admiralty to investigate the Helix Mining Station. Three assault loadout, one scout, and the final was an invader loadout. One disadvantage to the Alderson drive was that ships which had jumped in formation often found themselves on random bearing and distance from each other, so the ships had to spend a short time returning to formation with each other. After this was done, bays opened on the scout vessels, disgorging almost a hundred small, one-meter wide spheroids into space. The Whisker-class sensor drones were the eyes and ears of the Coalition ships, spreading out into multiple layers of spherical formations to create a complex sensor net, soaking up light-lagged data from the system. This was standard protocol on jumping into an unknown system: deploy whisker drones and gather whatever intelligence was available before doing anything else which might draw attention. It was because of the light-lag that the Coalition ships would not know about the other ships in the system for at least several hours; if they stayed put.

Of course, the squadron would not stay put. Unmindful of the additional company they were approaching, the five ships engaged their displacement drives, "skipping" across the surface of spacetime as the drive performed tens of thousands of very short-ranged teleports every second. This gave the ships the appearance of accelerating till they were cruising along at sixty percent of the speed of light, making their ETA to the station now a little over four hours. Moving at this pseudo-velocity, in this manner was again a gamble. The displacement drive created a "bow wake" of exotic energies and particles which traveled ahead of the ships at three times the speed of light. Anyone close to the station, and who also had sensors capable of detecting this shock-front, would be aware of the squadron's approach a full three hours ahead of the ships themselves.

by **Unified Western States** » Wed Dec 02, 2009 9:51 pm

The station, unable to detect the incoming ships, sat there, pitch black, a cold wind sweeping through the interior. The few survivors on board were scattered, alone and frightened. Now, things were worse. With all the station's energy moved to the docking ring, there was almost none left for the rest of the station, leaving it cold an dark.

by **Phenia** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 1:19 am

As Expedient followed the holographic guiding lights, decelerated and came to dock, the command crew worked dutifully to track and assess the two other ships which had responded. As was pretty typical these days, the newcomers were unknown quantities to the Phenia Security Vessel.

But warships. Potentially hostile. Of course they were drawn by the distress call, Captain Donalds reasoned. Best to get to the station first, to secure any future claims. Then they would be in a better position for joint operations.

On Deck B, by the starboard airlock, the boarding party assembled. 9 marines, two of the three teams assigned to the ship, led by Sergeant Orwell. With them were the ship's Medic, a Machinery Repair Tech, an Intelligence Specialist and two crewmen. The Medic technically outranked Orwell, but would be following his command for this mission.

They talked and joked and jostled each other nervously as they waited. A quiet span as the ship connected with the docking ring physically, and the airlock extended to be greeted by the docking collar. All in all, a better docking than anyone could have expected, given the circumstances. Smooth. Quiet. Welcoming, even.

Sergeant Orwell had led boarding parties before. Never had they been able to simply walk on board the target, though - the pirates and smugglers ships just rarely had the capability, and the SAR Craft -- or a vacuum jump -- deployed the Marines traditionally. This in comparison was a luxury. Again it seemed as if they were ... welcomed.

The air pressures and gas mixtures on both sides of the thick double-doors matched. The hatch rolled open, and it was the sergeant who first stepped onto the station.

From the Operations & Command Center, the ship now sent out a standard hail to the two other vessels.

This is Captain Donalds, PSV Expedient, responding to this station's distress call as received seven days prior. Please state your intentions and identification.

by **Baron lords** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 5:57 am

Corotix stepped of of his cockpit and into the cargo bay. The stations' lights shut off and most of the station was in lock-down. He held his assault rifle up to his eye, it was correctly calibrated . He looked in the scanners and saw a faint heat signature. Since he was here he might as well look around he flipped on his ships beam lights.
He assumed that since the station shut down there must be some sort of pirates on the loose. He waited for his ship to dock he turned his front lights off and if anything came in range of his cannons he would blast it into the afterlife.

by **Unified Western States** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 7:55 am

The air pressures and gas mixtures on both sides of the thick double-doors matched. The hatch rolled open, and it was the sergeant who first stepped onto the station.

The room that was entered into was odd. It was a long rectangular room, with a metal door on either side and rows of benches facing the front. A computerized voice began to speak.

Welcome Aboard. Please Have a Seat.

As soon as everyone was seated, a highly realistic 3D hologram of a young women appeared at the front of the room. she smiled and began to talk in a cheerful, peppy voice.

"Welcome aboard the ESMC Helix Mining Facility-1A. This is a brief overview of the station while the decontamination process is in progress. The section of the station your are currently on is the docking ring. This ring is the largest of the two the station has and is where all ingoing or outgoing ships dock. Once you leave this room and clear the security checkpoint beyond, you will enter into the docking lobby. There are four doors in this lobby, one on either side and two straight ahead. The ones to the side are elevators that will bring you to the tram station and to the tram that moves supplies and people quickly around the docking ring. The two doors that will be on the far wall are elevators to take you to a tram station that will bring you to the inner ring, which is the Personnel Ring. This ring is where all sleeping facilities are, as well as recreational facilities. From there, you may go to the inner blocky section. This is the mining facility, where Helium-3 is extracted, processed, refined and stored. the large spherical node on the top of the station is hydroponics." As she said all this, a 3D hologram of the station also appeared and the sections she was talking about lighted up as she talked about them." More information is available at the information kiosks throughout the station. Enjoy your time aboard the Helix." The women vanished and a thin mist that had appeared in the room also vanished. The two doors on either side slid open with a near silent hiss.

by **Phenia** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 9:55 am

The Marines filed in first, brandishing weapons- and seemed taken by surprise at the voice welcoming them to sit.

Suddenly, things took on a more surreal nature, as one by one the visitors took available seats. A private asked for some popcorn. When the holographic woman appeared, there was whistling, clapping and leering. Then it died down for the duration of the rather ordinary video, and was dead quiet after the woman vanished and the doors opened.

"Alright," Orwell announced, standing up. "Let's get a move on, we're not on vacation."

"News to me, Sarge!"

"Say, I might want to get a look at one of those kiosks," said Corporal Smith, the Intelligence Specialist. As the only PSF Intelligence man aboard, he'd enjoyed an aloof lifestyle, often flaunting the chain of command (in small ways, of course). Now he looked positively aglow as he chatted it up with the Marine sergeant. This station was human-built, and it looked almost operational already! If the PSF could get their hands on it, it would be a major coup for the small Colony's government.

"Right. We'll look at your kiosks too," Orwell rolled his eyes. He raised his voice: "Come on, then, this place isn't secured yet! Keep your eyes fucking open, ladies! Private Jones, you're on point."

The marines filed in to the next room.

by **Unified Western States** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 10:31 am

The room beyond was equally simplistic to the first room. The walls were plane steel, the floors some sort of faux marble type substance. Potted plants lined the walls in between benches. In the center of the room, a huge hologram with the ESMC logo floated. But it was empty. An almost eerie silence took hold. Lighting was provided by slightly flickering light plates built into the ceiling. The doors were exactly as the hologram had said. Two on the far wall and two on either side. Holographic signs hovered in front of each door. The doors on the far wall read "To Personnel Ring" while the ones on either side read "To Docking Ring Tram" A bank of computer screens on the wall to the left sat online, an information sign hovering above them. Everything was perfectly clean and spotless. Almost as if no one had ever been there. Almost. Trash cans in each corner of the room were full of various trash items, so some one had been there. But if anyone had, there was no other sign of them.

by **Phenia** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 11:18 am

"It's quiet," Private Jones said. He looked around at his comrades, arched his eyebrow, and added melodramatically: "Too quiet."

Everyone did seem loathe to speak loudly, though. Sergeant Orwell, seeing this, called out at the top of his lungs: "Hel-looo!" There was no immediate reply. He shrugged.

Corporal Smith sifted quietly through the trash, looking for clues as to the society; recognizable corporate names, for example. Not finding much, he began to think about the people here. "Looks like no one's home. Maybe they evacuated."

The sergeant shook his head. "Maybe. Maybe not." He walked from the trash can towards the doors on the far wall. "Okay," he announced to everyone. "Let's investigate the Personnel Ring."

by **Unified Western States** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 11:26 am

Suddenly, the lights began to flicker. The huge hologram in the center began to flicker and a screeching and moaning came from somewhere deep within the station. Then, it passed, and everything went back to normal. The lights stopped flickering and everything went silent. But there was something different. The lights on the doors were now red instead of white.

by **Phenia** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 11:41 am

"Okay, here's what we're doing." Sergeant Orwell said. He pointed at the Machinery Repair Tech. "Take a look at the hologram device there, see if you can get it to work."

"Don't suppose you h-happen to know what the fuck that was, Sergeant?" asked one of the marines.

"No," Orwell said simply, and, suspicion in his face, examined the door toward the Personnel Ring. He looked to see if there was a pressure, radiation or chemical difference out of habit. Then he checked to see if the door was sealed shut.

by **Unified Western States** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 11:48 am

Suddenly, the lights went out and red lights came on. The computerized voice came over the PA system.

This is an emergency announcement. There is a code 5 lockdown now in effect in this section of the station. For your safety, all doors have been sealed.

This message repeated over and over. When Orwell checked the door, he would find that it had totally sealed airtight and was automatically locked because of the lockdown. There was an emergency release for the door, but it needed a special tool to activate. The red lights cast and eerie glow over everything. And a sort of banging could be heard from somewhere further into the station. It persisted, not getting any louder or quieter.

by **Iaun** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 1:07 pm

The remainder of the journey went by quickly, though not as quickly as the Captain would have wanted it. He enjoyed his job, it's true, but the long travels when he had somewhere important to be aggravated him to no end. Sitting in his chair he broadcast an announcement to the ship.

"In precisely 15 minutes we will be dropping out of hyperspace, We do not know what we are going to encounter, so I want all warriors in full combat gear, medical teams standing buy and everyone else with their issued side arm, if they have one. This isn't a drill, everyone to your stations, that will be all." He surveyed his console, checking the latest reports, all systems were green, one by one, all sections were reporting their complete readiness. They were still green yes, but at least they had good training.

"Officer Darin, set shields to maximum capacity, just in case." Taerg finally said.

A few minutes later the frigate quietly dropped out of hyperspace and begun scanning it's surroundings. A number of probes shot out and head in all directions, creating a hasty surveillance network.

"Captain" spoke the First Officer after some time "The signal seems to be originating from a station in close proximity to the sun. There seems to be another vessel already nearby.

"Very well Ruth, take us closer at half speed, keep the shields up but weapons unpowered for the moment. Send one of the probes towards it, narrow band transmission to both the ship and the station, galactic common, Loop it until we get a response." We sighed a breath of relief, feeling that at least he hadn't jumped into a trap. Perhaps they truly would be able to further the Empire's goals.

Code: Select all: This is the Aboleth, he have come to render aid. What is the nature of your emergency?

by **Unified Western States** » Thu Dec 03, 2009 1:12 pm

Code: Select all: This is the Aboleth, he have come to render aid. What is the nature of your emergency?

Tragically, the AI and the com-relay were offline, so the message fell on deaf ears on the station. However, the automated sensors did detect a ship and the station began to rotate. The station rotated so the already dock ship was now out of site, however a now illuminated docking clamp system had emerged. The holographic lines extended out, all the way to the Aboleth. The huge spotlight illuminated the docking collar and clasp, which had extended out from the station.

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