Homeworld [IC/Closed]

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Fri Apr 24, 2015 5:04 pm

New Paradise

Finally the last door was opened up in that d*mn section of hull and the noises stopped... but the outcome wasn't exactly good. Nonetheless production and research must go on. Nano-Medicine was now a priority due to violence starting and exploring the wrecks of alien stuff wasn't exactly safe. Munitions would also be produced to help clear out these alien wrecks. Once one of the explosives was finished it would be thrown into the dark room to kill anything in it... hopefully. Also Scientific Equipment was now as must as it was now being used in new sections or would be used in one like the possible infirmary. It was also determined that the enrichment plant would be scuttled for resources such as RE to help build different sections.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Fri Apr 24, 2015 7:50 pm

Excelsior Bridge

The crew of Excelsior looked around, the shock showing on everyone's faces. Somehow, in an instant, the battle had shifted from certain defeat to what could be considered a Pyrrhic victory. Now it was time to pick up the pieces, mourn the dead, and try to get help from those that had not faced the battle.

Sensor Array Control Room
Elizabeth Silverstein had been fortunate not to have personally been involved in the battle that had claimed so many lives. She knew crew members who now were dead, but the most she had witnessed of the assault was some sensor readings on the torpedoes and the locations of enemy vessels.

Now it was her job to do her part in the repairs. The ship still had most of the supplies it needed, though the loss of the MagFluid Shield was devastating. What they were desperately short on was Fuel. Much of the ships's remaining supplies had been used in the fight. Only a small amount allowed the ship to return to the Hyperdrive, but more would be needed beyond that.

Code: Select all: RE: Supplies To All Ships that can receive this message: Excelsior is in need of Fuel. Any ships that can spare it are asked to please trade some for any of Excelsior's non-vital supplies. We will trade technology, provisions, Light Elements, Small Arms, a Transport, or some Tools in exchange for either Rare Elements or Fuel. As always, Excelsior offers to enrich Rare Elements for free and return 7 Fuel for each unit of Rare Elements. -Excelsior out

Code: Select all: Some Heavy Elements would be nice too. We took a lot of Battle damage.

(Orders subject to change)

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Apr 24, 2015 9:27 pm

Dining Quarters, Kharbarinth
Hyperdrive, Jump Point

It was good to see new human faces. In addition to some of the men of the Ordos that had been able to be retrieved from cryo due to expanded crew capacity, there were other men of other planets here. Stoic sat at the side of the table, his foremost officers with him, and the others had been commingled with his crew. Admiral Svobodnik of the Petora, Chair Sinterklaas of the Naechtlich, both had responded to his hail and were here to get to know the situation in the fleet. As the hubbub of voices settled down from initial introductions around the synthwood table, grown for the occasion, Stoic rose. "Greetings, comrades. It is well to hear fresh voices and see men I do not know. Every family, every man and woman that have escaped the cataclysm that follows us closely is a joy to my heart. I bid you to sit with us and sup with us, and drink and be merry. There is plenty for all, and with the immediate danger to our sister-ship past, talk of such affairs may wait until hearts are softened by good food and company." He sat, clapped his hands, and from the galley a surfeit of chefs and servers swarmed forward with trays of the first course- a fine mix of fried cheeses, succulent fruits, and light vegetable soups.

In the meantime, engineers from the Kharbarinth were working to refuel the hyperdrive. It would be ill indeed to stay long in a region with known dangers to both life and fleet.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Fri Apr 24, 2015 11:15 pm

Chair Sinterklaas of the Naechtlich
The Kharbarinth

Chair Sinterklaas nodded his head slowly as Stoic spoke. "Well spoken, and well-met. The Kharbarinth does not do anything in part, I notice. And a greeting to our comrade, Svobodnik - excellent to make your acquaintance, Admiral.

I must say, we do not have such an interesting spread of food on the Naechtlich. We are genetic engineers, with ample different foodstuffs as we wish, but we do not generally use them for such fine cuisine. I daresay our plating looks positively utilitarian compared to this - although our Greenhouses, you would not believe."

Hanger, the Naechtlich
The Unidentified Vessel

Exec Hofmeister tapped his fingers, looking at the plans that had been turned over to him by Science Officer Bischoffs. These were more simple than the technology he had been trying to study. Schematics for a new storage room - 1 HE, 1 LE.

There was a treasure trove of material in the unidentified vessel. Some alien alloys that the Naechtlich wouldn't be able to use for a while, yes, but also some heavy and light elements.

"Bridge to EVA 1, update?"

"Salvage 2, Hoss here. I've just finished taking stock of the gear that's onboard. Final count is 5 units of heavy elements, 2 units of light elements, and 10 units of the alien alloy that Assault 1 reported earlier."

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:09 am

New Paradise

As noon came or well 12 PM one of the smaller explosives finished one of the soldiers grabbed it and threw it in the dark room. A loud BANG came from the room but nothing else happened. Some of the men were quite scared by this but others had a sigh of relief. A shift would be made of 3 men alternating with each crew basically so each crew could not be halted on their jobs. The other ships however needed to know and perhaps the New Paradise could profit. So a message was sent out to the fleet about these discoveries and the ability for the new ships to get their hands or see alien technology.

Code: Select all: To Fleet From New Paradise Hello there, the New Paradise has an offer. We have a section of hull from the alien ship. We have hopefully cleared it out of aliens and would like to offer a chance to help research it (will not cost crew). Ships with scientists already on-board are exempt from this offer. For 3 Fuel you can get to look at and maybe tinker with this stuff once we can get our infirmary up which we'll lead us to our second note. We are researching Nano-technology and have recently discovered the ability to heal every known illness with nano-bots. However it will cost you 2 fuel (negotiable) to use. Lastly we have one munition available for us to sell if anyone desires it. We will be happy to negotiate for it. New Paradise out.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:38 am

Bridge, the Naechtlich
The Unidentified Vessel

Exec Officer Hofmeister twiddled his thumbs. The New Paradise had been docked to the same vessel as they were, and had just made a broadcast offering a number of trades.

With the amount of gear that would be moving into the vessel, it would be good to be mobile, and a couple of the deals stood alone as rather useful purchases as it was.

"Quartermaster, this is Bridge. Comms Officer, this is Bridge. Offer and authorize a transfer to the New Paradise of 5 Provision packs in exchange for one munitions pack, and three fuel units in exchange for a research agreement - Comms Officer has the details. Quartermaster is free to release the transfer at discretion of Comms.

Shouldn't need Transport - we can use the alien vessel as a bridge."

Hofmeister considered the situation. The ships in the fleet were significantly better equipped than the Naechtlich. Would be nice to be able to match them. But how? With what?

Decisions, decisions.

Code: Select all: Public Transmission To: The New Paradise This is Communications Officer Abendmeier for the Naechtlich. On behalf of Executive Officer Hofmeister, we acknowledge receipt of your last transmission. We wish to offer you 3 standard units of fuel for the stated research agreement. We also wish to offer 5 Provisions packs for your one munitions pack. We are currently docked at the same location, and believe we can conduct the transfer by foot. Please advise.

"Quartermaster, once the crew is complete at the alien vessel, have them start constructing a new Storage facility immediately."

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:57 am

The Grim Reaper wrote:Bridge, the Naechtlich
The Unidentified Vessel

Exec Officer Hofmeister twiddled his thumbs. The New Paradise had been docked to the same vessel as they were, and had just made a broadcast offering a number of trades.

With the amount of gear that would be moving into the vessel, it would be good to be mobile, and a couple of the deals stood alone as rather useful purchases as it was.

"Quartermaster, this is Bridge. Comms Officer, this is Bridge. Offer and authorize a transfer to the New Paradise of 5 Provision packs in exchange for one munitions pack, and three fuel units in exchange for a research agreement - Comms Officer has the details. Quartermaster is free to release the transfer at discretion of Comms.

Shouldn't need Transport - we can use the alien vessel as a bridge."

Hofmeister considered the situation. The ships in the fleet were significantly better equipped than the Naechtlich. Would be nice to be able to match them. But how? With what?

Decisions, decisions.

Code: Select all
Public Transmission To: The New Paradise This is Communications Officer Abendmeier for the Naechtlich. On behalf of Executive Officer Hofmeister, we acknowledge receipt of your last transmission. We wish to offer you 3 standard units of fuel for the stated research agreement. We also wish to offer 5 Provisions packs for your one munitions pack. We are currently docked at the same location, and believe we can conduct the transfer by foot. Please advise.

"Quartermaster, once the crew is complete at the alien vessel, have them start constructing a new Storage facility immediately."

New Paradise

A few minutes later a message came back from the Naechtlich accepting the first offer and the last one. Before the message responded back a few men from the New Paradise went out a side hatch so not to damage the sensitive materials inside. After the message was sent and some of the crew came out they would guide the men into the side hatch and the fuel units and provisions through it taking some time.

Code: Select all: To Naechtlich From New Paradise We agree. We'll bring your men, fuel, and provisions through a side hatch to not damage the alien artifacts.

by **The Burning Sun** » Sat Apr 25, 2015 11:03 am

As the captain of the Silence looked out into the void, he could almost visualize the battle taking place. would the Excelsior triumph, he wondered, or would it fall like so many others?

In any case, it did not matter. Their battle had been won, and as much as he loathed to admit it, they needed help, and the Silence was one of the few ships able to give it.

Two transport were sent into the void: One to the Excelsior, and one to the Paradise. It was time they upheld their deal.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Sat Apr 25, 2015 8:37 pm

Day 15, 2nd Update

Storage 2 [Under Construction], the Naechtlich
Unidentified Alien Spacecraft

Noncom Hoss sat back in the corridor. For the moment, his official title was Construction Officer. His unofficial title was Safety Officer, as that was the only particular thing he had to do. Engineering, which handled maintenance of the ship, handled most of the construction process. Rather uninteresting job, but somewhat exciting.

This would allow the Naechtlich to look forward, into the future! With resources galore! Space is amazing, isn't it?

Hang on.

"Safety, the oxidising torch isn't working."

"Face it away from you. It has an automatic proximity trigger fail-safe."

Never let a genetic engineer do what should be done by a more experienced one. Good guys, pretty intelligent, but a lot of these tools were still a bit foreign to them.

"Bridge to Construction 1. Hoss, issue a stop-order. We've just gotten our men back from the New Paradise, and they're bringing in more of the gear from the scavenging, and a munitions pack. Do be careful with that pack, it cost us a fair bit.

Oh, and while you're at it, we're building a new refinery. You'll be reporting to Noncom Faeber, heading Construction 2. He'll be taking on the title of Construction Officer. Congratulations, you're now our permanent Safety Officer."

A promotion. I guess?

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sat Apr 25, 2015 9:52 pm

Sensor Array Control Room

"Lizzie, do you have all our scan data from the last Sector?" Chief Supply Officer Hart asked as he walked into the room. His hair was a mess, he looked like he hadn't slept in days, and he wore an expression puzzled confusion, which makes even less sense than regular confusion.

"Yes, why, Dick?" Silverstein replied, not shocked at all at his appearance. Hart was known to be an overly meticulous organizer, and if just one thing was off he'd stay up all night trying to balance the ledger.

"It says here on the ledger that we were supposed to receive 2 units of Magnetic Fluid three days ago, but we only have 1 unit, and that was one we already had. It was listed as 'shipment from New Paradise in exchange for tech'. Do you know about that?"

Silverstein turned to the console that logged all of Excelsior's transmissions. "Yes, here it is." A series of two messages appeared on the display.

Code: Select all: From New Paradise To Excelsior To try and ensure success this message will stay short. We need this deep-space scanning technology you have and are willing to trade all our magnetic fluid for it after we either leave or the storm stops. We hope our message can go through this storm.

Code: Select all: RE: Scanner Tech Thank you for your generous offer New Paradise. We have included the scanner tech with this message. As we currently do not need all the MagFluid, you may have an opportunity to buy it back later, possibly along with the technology we are developing for it. Send it to us when the storm subsides. -Exelsior out

"But our records showed we never received the MagFluid." Hart pointed out.

"Perhaps they forgot to send a transport after our attack on Ordos Marsa? Our scans indicate they still have one MagFluid. I'll ask them about it."

Code: Select all: RE: Trade Deal New Paradise, our records show we made a trade with you several days ago, in which you did not hold up your end of the deal. We understand that you may have forgotten during the events that transpired between then and now, but we are in need of all material assistance we can get. If you would send us 1 MagFluid and 1 Rare Elements, we will consider the bargain fulfilled. -Excelsior out

by **Pac Kindom** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 3:45 am

Bridge, Camelot
Jump Point

A man at the Sensor station said. "Captain, Silence is under attack by unknow ships we most go to there aid"
The Captain replied " Be at ease Mike, they are too far way for us to help, i only wish i was wrong"

Over the next few hours the crew watched on with a sense of horror as the battle continued, When Their battle was won a cheer rang out,

Code: Select all: From Camelot To All Ships the Fleet Hello this is the Captain Camelot calling. We have turned off our Sensor Jammer so you can see what we hold in our storage bay. We will be open to trade offers. Camelot Out

Code: Select all: From Camelot To Excelsior We will keep this massage short. Do you require any help, if you do just let us know. Camelot Out

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 4:49 am

Excidium Planetis wrote:Sensor Array Control Room

"Lizzie, do you have all our scan data from the last Sector?" Chief Supply Officer Hart asked as he walked into the room. His hair was a mess, he looked like he hadn't slept in days, and he wore an expression puzzled confusion, which makes even less sense than regular confusion.

"Yes, why, Dick?" Silverstein replied, not shocked at all at his appearance. Hart was known to be an overly meticulous organizer, and if just one thing was off he'd stay up all night trying to balance the ledger.

"It says here on the ledger that we were supposed to receive 2 units of Magnetic Fluid three days ago, but we only have 1 unit, and that was one we already had. It was listed as 'shipment from New Paradise in exchange for tech'. Do you know about that?"

Silverstein turned to the console that logged all of Excelsior's transmissions. "Yes, here it is." A series of two messages appeared on the display.

Code: Select all
From New Paradise To Excelsior To try and ensure success this message will stay short. We need this deep-space scanning technology you have and are willing to trade all our magnetic fluid for it after we either leave or the storm stops. We hope our message can go through this storm.

Code: Select all
RE: Scanner Tech Thank you for your generous offer New Paradise. We have included the scanner tech with this message. As we currently do not need all the MagFluid, you may have an opportunity to buy it back later, possibly along with the technology we are developing for it. Send it to us when the storm subsides. -Exelsior out

"But our records showed we never received the MagFluid." Hart pointed out.

"Perhaps they forgot to send a transport after our attack on Ordos Marsa? Our scans indicate they still have one MagFluid. I'll ask them about it."

Code: Select all
RE: Trade Deal New Paradise, our records show we made a trade with you several days ago, in which you did not hold up your end of the deal. We understand that you may have forgotten during the events that transpired between then and now, but we are in need of all material assistance we can get. If you would send us 1 MagFluid and 1 Rare Elements, we will consider the bargain fulfilled. -Excelsior out

The Burning Sun wrote:As the captain of the Silence looked out into the void, he could almost visualize the battle taking place. would the Excelsior triumph, he wondered, or would it fall like so many others?

In any case, it did not matter. Their battle had been won, and as much as he loathed to admit it, they needed help, and the Silence was one of the few ships able to give it.

Two transport were sent into the void: One to the Excelsior, and one to the Paradise. It was time they upheld their deal.

Day 15:
8 Fuel Refined(-1 RE, 1/6 Crew, 14 F total)
-1 Fuel burned for E(48 E total, 5 F remaining)
-1 Fuel for transports(6 F to Excelsior, 1 Crew to Paradise)
2 Automatons Manufactured(2/6 Crew, -4 E, -2 HE)
2 SE manufactured(2/2 Automata, -2 HE, -4 E)
Researched ???(1/6 Crew, 24 Hours, -1 SE, -2 E)
Researched ???(1/6 Crew,24 Hours, -1 SE, -2 E)
Sensor Jammer run(-3 E, hide techs)
Sentient Computer Run(Free Roam, -2 E)
-24 E for Stuff(24 E total)

Status:
Tech: Reactor/Refinery Retrofit, Quark Physics, A.S, Deep-Space Scanning, Nano-Bionics, Sensor Jammer, MagFluid Shielding, Monopole Magnetics, Ion Cannons, Sentient Computers, Automation, ???, ???, Fission Catalyst, Corvette Classics
Resources: 1 MF, 3 LE, 5 HE, 6 Fuel, 18 E
Storage - 19/66(1 MF, 4 LE, 1 HE, 6 Fuel, 2 Small Arms, 14 Provisions, 6 Soma)
Hangar - 3/5(2 Transports, 1 Fighter)
Modules:
Bridge(-1 E) | Sensors(-1 E) | Engines | 6 Crew(6/6, -6 E) | Reactor(Refitted) | Refinery(Refitted) | Production Facility(Automatons/Automatons) | Production Facility(Science Tools/Science Tools) | Production Facility(Space Tools/Space Tools) | Hanger | Enrichment Chamber | 1 Storage | 1 Cryotray(4/10) | 2 R&D | Sensor Jammer | Ion Cannon | MagShield | Automaton Hall

Computer Interactions: Database x2, Sensors x2, Free Roam. (Not in that order)

New Paradise

As the day began to end a message came from the Excelsior about the promised Magfluid. The deal actually was forgotten about due to other things but now it was remembered. First a decision had to be made by the New Paradise's captain. Since the one RE was very valuable, mostly because of it needed to make a Implant center section. However deal breaking is bad for a ship's reputation so it was agreed to. There was also the Silence's offer which was accepted readily.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 8:53 am

Day 16

Deep within the New Paradise, something stirs within the dark room. Out of the inky midnight come two creatures, slightly shorter than men, and hideous to behold. Their faces are masses of wretched flesh, scarred and bulbous, and they have no visible mouths, only two immense eyes the size of saucers filled with a blind milkiness. Their bodies are covers in ropey knots of muscle and skin placed seemingly at random, but upon their hands are two large scythed blades. They are fast, furtive in their movements, and do not seem to be aware they are being watched.

Meanwhile, out in the furthest reaches of the system, the Icarus shudders. Men scramble to see what is happening, but cannot divine anything. Suddenly, without any warning of note, the Icarus is ejected from the interior of the space station at high speed. She passes the ray-shields with no harm, and then her crew can see what the impetus was- the space station is under attack by a fleet of over a dozen vessels, each as large as a mothership. Her exterior is bathed in brilliant red light warring with orange shields and purple lances, and the battle seems to hang in the balance.

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 9:26 am

G-Tech Corporation wrote:
Day 16

Deep within the New Paradise, something stirs within the dark room. Out of the inky midnight come two creatures, slightly shorter than men, and hideous to behold. Their faces are masses of wretched flesh, scarred and bulbous, and they have no visible mouths, only two immense eyes the size of saucers filled with a blind milkiness. Their bodies are covers in ropey knots of muscle and skin placed seemingly at random, but upon their hands are two large scythed blades. They are fast, furtive in their movements, and do not seem to be aware they are being watched.

Meanwhile, out in the furthest reaches of the system, the Icarus shudders. Men scramble to see what is happening, but cannot divine anything. Suddenly, without any warning of note, the Icarus is ejected from the interior of the space station at high speed. She passes the ray-shields with no harm, and then her crew can see what the impetus was- the space station is under attack by a fleet of over a dozen vessels, each as large as a mothership. Her exterior is bathed in brilliant red light warring with orange shields and purple lances, and the battle seems to hang in the balance.

New Paradise: The Battle for the Hangar

As those two creatures emerged from the inky blackness one of the two men on shift bumped the other man and looked at the beings. The other man looked in awe at what came out of the room and motioned for them to duck down. Obeying the two slowly ducked down as not to make a noise and sharp movement. One of the men pulled out a small electronic pad and pressed a few buttons. The first was sent to the bridge to issue a silent red alert and lock the main doors to and from the hangar. The second was to wake up some of the combat hardened men and for them to grab small arms and go through side doors up top so they would go onto the catwalks as well as a few to get onto the tops of some maintenance cranes.

by **Shyluz** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 9:27 am

ESS Forge of Petora
Hyperdrive, Day 16

The Admiral and his protective detail had just returned from the Kharabinth, and the ship was functioning optimally. All of his standing orders were underway or completed. He had ordered more munitions produced, and weapons to fire them. First Officer Jankovský had ordered a pair of flak cannons to be produced, and a torpedo array constructed. Both were underway, as was the production of torpedoes, flak shells, and interceptor ordinance. Those scrappers were going to pay for what they did to the Excelsior.

"Ensign, get me a private channel to the Excelsior."

"Aye, sir." The young ensign tapped furiously on his console for a few brief moments; and then proceeded to nod towards Petr.

Code: Select all: To : Excelsior From : Forge of Petora Subject : Magfluid This is Admiral Svobodník of the Forge speaking, due to recent events, we have been weaponizing ourselves for defense of ourselves, and the fleet. While we have manufactured what we believe to be adequate weapons, we would like to ask to procure more magfluid or a means of producing magfluid so we can construct a magfluid shield. While we do not have many physical resources, we can offer you assistance in repairing your ship. Reply when you can, Svobodník out.

by **Lunas Legion** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 9:55 am

Icarus Day 16
Large Artificial Object

"On a scale of one to we're fucked, where are we?" Acting Captain Carlos groaned as he stared out the window into the battle raging beyond.

"Rapidly approaching infinity sir." Acting Vice-Captain Niko replied, deadly serious as always. The appointed command staff had all been KIA when they encountered the space station originally and rammed it, as tactical doctrine had suggested. Their reactor had been destroyed, so their engines, comms and sensors were all powerless, they'd lost all their transports and 200 men to enemy fire along with their weapons, and a further 1000 men when the forward Cryo Deck was destroyed.

All in all, chances were the Icarus was going to end up as a floating block of rubble.

But the pair didn't let themselves get distracted by that their doom was probably imminent, because they had front-row seats to what both agreed was a fucking awseome space battle.

"They seem evenly matched." Niko observed.

"Yeah. If we could do something, I'd do it, but..."

"We have no power for anything beyond basic life support."

"That." Carlos sighed. "Well, I guess if we're going to die, we're dying having seen something no one else has."

"Probably worth it too."

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 10:06 am

Dining Quarters, Kharbarinth
Jump Point, Shattered Planet Sector

Stoic nodded. "Our predecessors, the men and women who built and stocked our vessel, believed not in only the preservation of humanity, but of human civilization. We could sit in our bunks working dull jobs and eating mere nutripaste, but that is not the path we chose. When the night is dark, and our paths are full of terror and the unknown, we of the Bells believe that all men need hope and the fire of home to keep them warm." Around the table some of the other officers of the Kharbarinth, those not caught up in conversation, could be seen nodding as they began to eat. "I believe your Greenhouses are a sight to see." The Arch-Fabricant gestured to a man a few seats away, shorter than the rest and lighter-skinned. "Jacim of the former Ordos is our Greenmaester, and we've just constructed our own gardens. Food supplies have not been an issue yet, but with our attempts to bring more of our fellows out of stasis continuing, his work is always valued."

Bridge, Kharbarinth

Atop the bridge the commander sat in his chair. The hyperdrive was half spun up, but many vessels had yet to return. Men who watched the astronomy equipment were worried- the distortion in the stars continued to mount, and unexplained events boded ill. He could finish powering the array, but to consign callously hundreds of men, women, and children to be lost in the void filled Stoic's veins with ice. But for his name, he was one of the more deeply emotion men of the Bells; simply put, the Arch-Fabricant did not allow those emotions to cloud his judgement, how he had earned his epithet. They would wait, for another day at least. Could they afford to wait longer? Time would tell.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:42 am

Temporary Command, Icarus

As the blossoms of fire leapt to and fro outside the walls of the Icarus, two men approached the commander wearing overalls that indicated they worked in storage. "Uh, commander?" said the first man, a tall burly bloke with dark hair, "We've found something in the cargo bay. Looks like a bit of technological debris of some kind, not our manufacture."

New Paradise, Hangar

The two creatures were making whirring and clicking noises as they walked along, apparently oblivious to the soldiers massing outside the hangar. Each stalked along the hallway on stubbly grisle-legs, and entered the room with the large energy crystal. As they entered the room it began glowing softly with a pale crimson light.

by **Lunas Legion** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:53 am

Carlos shrugged. "Lead me to it. Let's see what technological trash we've picked up. Niko, keep an eye on the battle. Radio me if anything major changes."

"Yes sir." Niko made a half-arsed salute as Carlos walked off into the Icarus trailed by the pair of storemen, heading for the strange object in the cargo bay.

Hopefully it was something usable. He could use a bit of good news. But, well, knowing the Icarus, chances were that it was some alien nuclear device or something that would blow them all up.

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 12:18 pm

G-Tech Corporation wrote:Temporary Command, Icarus

As the blossoms of fire leapt to and fro outside the walls of the Icarus, two men approached the commander wearing overalls that indicated they worked in storage. "Uh, commander?" said the first man, a tall burly bloke with dark hair, "We've found something in the cargo bay. Looks like a bit of technological debris of some kind, not our manufacture."

New Paradise, Hangar

The two creatures were making whirring and clicking noises as they walked along, apparently oblivious to the soldiers massing outside the hangar. Each stalked along the hallway on stubbly grisle-legs, and entered the room with the large energy crystal. As they entered the room it began glowing softly with a pale crimson light.

New Paradise: The Battle for the Hangar

The 200 men gathered along the catwalks and maintenance cranes each with small arms. The men began to surround the room on the catwalks while the original men stayed in place. No visuals were had on the Xenos so the waiting game was to be played. Something was going to happen so a few men signaled the people on the bridge to get this ship going back to the Hyperdrive in case of Xeno ships since what happened to the Excelsior shouldn't be replicated. The 200 men prepared over-watch so if the Xenos came out to kill a barrage of bullets would come. Also a message was sent to the Kharbarinth just in case.

Code: Select all: To Kharbarinth From New Paradise Uh... yeah. Something happened. Two Xenos were detected in our ship from the section of hull we cut out. We should have control of this but... they might be telling their fleet of something or whatever so we moved here. I don't know why I'm being so casual of this but I am.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sun Apr 26, 2015 2:18 pm

Excelsior Bridge

The crew of Excelsior were on edge. Excelsior was still damaged and crippled, and in hostile space no less. The Engine would be fixed today. The real concern was the lack of Magnetic Fluid. It was a viral component of Shields, which would be needed for future battles. A way to replicate it was needed.

Mining was underway, salvaging what remained of the ores in the dust cloud. The Heavy Elements especially were needed.

(Orders subject to change)

by **The Grim Reaper** » Mon Apr 27, 2015 6:46 am

Day 16

Storage 2, the Naechtlich
Unidentified Alien Spacecraft

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

[Not the Storage, the post.] [The Storage is done.] [With construction, that is.]

by **Pac Kindom** » Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:37 am

by **Seno Zhou Varada** » Mon Apr 27, 2015 12:32 pm

New Paradise

After around 30 minutes of waiting and listening to Jeopardy music some of the men decided to get uppity. One of them whispering to the one in charge "So... pick sticks for who is first on shift"? Another voice replied back "Yeah sounds like a good idea but... get someone to make pictures trying to convey the meaning of peace and place then vertically outside the door". So most of the men still quite silently left and got the bridge to stop the silent red alert. The infirmary would be built along with 1 Scientific Equipment and some Provisions at the Greenhouse for food. Also since the infirmary was being built any ships with injured crew would be allowed to send the people at the end of the day for a price of a unit of Space Tools.

Code: Select all: From New Paradise To The Fleet Hello. To any ships with injured crew please send them over for treatment at our new infirmary for a price of a unit of space tools though we can negotiate over it. New Paradise out.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Mon Apr 27, 2015 5:42 pm

Day 17

About the hyperdrive a nimbus of purple light grew, the minuscule tears in the universe coalescing into a gateway, a stride between star and sky. It hadn't taken as much fuel as the engineers had estimated- the two vessels still trying to charge up the immense artifact were shrouded in wispy shreds of the space between spaces, and strange things gibbered in the void. A few seconds later, or perhaps a few years, the scattered motherships emerged into the cosmos once more. The stars were different, constellations new made, fresh breathed upon the inky night tapestry. Before the eyes of the exiles of humanity an image of a frozen future unfolded- before the chaos of a nearby nebula a volcanic planet beckoned, but few of those who looked out from their little cans of metal and air even noticed it. Nor should they have. Far more important was the sad grandeur and fallen splendor that unfolded before them; larger than worlds, great enough to swallow every home that man had ever had, a gigantic construction was visible. Even its mere skeleton was so vast it could not be comprehended by the minds of those who gazed upon it. A metal corpse, ringing a dying star in bands of exotic alloys, draining every shred of light and life for some unknown purpose. Upon this strange vista the fleet emerged, shipwrecked survivors adrift upon the midnight sea.

The quiet hum of the sensors continued- they were in the outer band of what appeared to be debris from the destroyed volcanic world, a benefit with luck to those who needed metal for their work. It's sweeps revealed several things:

At the Jump Point
Large Volcanic Fragment: 25 Junk Ore, 5 HE, 2 RE, 2 LE

In the Near Space
Unidentified Object

Strange Artificial Asteroid: Some force is interfering with scanning this object.

Small Asteroid: 10 Junk Ore, 5 RE

Shattered Planet Debris Field: 15 Junk Ore, 4 HE

Tumbling Shards: 2 HE, 4 LE

Small Space Station

Action Results

Aboard the Kharbarinth, study of the object has revealed little, but scans indicate that the artifact has an ability to absorb large amounts of energy, and additional functionality of some sort beyond that power capacitance. What powering the device might do is unknown, and no indication is revealed as to the large squat black pyramid's purpose.

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