Depths of Space (OOC, OPEN, FT)

[The Orson Empire]

Void, you gonna make a Highbreed post?

[The V O I D]

Void, you gonna make a Highbreed post?

I am WIPing the post and will have it up by Sunday-ish.
Main reason is semi-writer's block and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.

[The Fallen Jedi]

Oh, It's not for this Rping Galaxy, I'm just interating around the building blocks of my Lore Galaxy, my lore is not applicable here : )

Enjoy this, Jedi.

"You Need to Cease and Desist Right Now."

[The V O I D]

Enjoy this, Jedi.

"You Need to Cease and Desist Right Now."

Hah!

And the Korosians receive a classic hello from Guardian Unarus.

[The V O I D]

I'm going to get off, Verox. I'll respond tomorrow. Brain = tired.

[Veroxia]

I'm going to get off, Verox. I'll respond tomorrow. Brain = tired.

No problem man. Good night!

[The V O I D]

Morning, DOS.

[The Greater Gambia]

Yo

[The V O I D]

Yo

Yo.

[The V O I D]

Why is no one posting? Also, Highbreed post incoming.

[Korhal IVV]

I don't know what to do.

[The V O I D]

And the Highbreed post is here. Tell me if I forgot to do anything.

[The Greater Gambia]

I don't know what to do.

You might just want to make a new app and start over.

[The V O I D]

Hey Gambia. Are you going to post for ze Taari yet?

[The Greater Gambia]

Hey Gambia. Are you going to post for ze Taari yet?

Yeah, just gotta respond to the High Breed first.

[The V O I D]

Hey Gambia. Are you going to post for ze Taari yet?

Yeah, just gotta respond to the High Breed first.

I gotcha. Also, them Slugs are now AAing shit. That could be a problem.

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

Hey Gambia. Are you going to post for ze Taari yet?

Yeah, just gotta respond to the High Breed first.

I need a response too.

[The Greater Gambia]

Alright, everyone who I need to reply to, form a neat and orderly- OH GOD SO MANY!

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

Alright, everyone who I need to reply to, form a neat and orderly- OH GOD SO MANY!

Its over 9000!!!

[Spindle]

And the Highbreed post is here. Tell me if I forgot to do anything.

Miyala could feel the pulsations of b-space as the gravitics swirled around her 'body'. She wanted so badly to lose herself to the colours and simply drift free and careless. It could be beautiful out there, but the shimmering barrier of the counter-grav field kept it out. Of course, that was a good thing for the Human forms inside of the ship, but the pull was still strong. Stronger than she knew it really should have been.

Before she could contemplate her wayward thoughts any further, the pulsations of b-space vanished abruptly into the hard reality of space-time. They were thirty-seven light-minutes out from the main star of the system and around fifty degrees above the ecliptic. There had been some of that inevitable scatter that one would find when moving large numbers of ships through b-space. It was one of the inevitable side-effects of counter-gravs on the scale necessary to keep the ships intact as they travelled. Still, the scatter radius was less than four light-seconds, near enough to textbook that Miyala was ready to congratulate everyone involved.

Then the sensors resolved out the system and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. The fleetwide sensors were picking up over seven hundred ships out there and as the individual heat flares were being resolved out into individual ships the number only increased. Miyala's mind was running to keep up, even with the computer network aiding her. How had the Highbreed amassed so many ships in such a short space of time? How was that even possible?

And then the planet below, Aircury, resolved into sickening detail. Even this far out, Miyala could see that half of it had been cratered and cracked, tectonic disturbances wracking the surface. Whatever the Covenant had done to the planet, it was thorough. A thrill of anger peaked through her before she crushed it to return to the task in hand. She could deal with the morals of the morals of the situation after her own hands were equally bloodied. The spectrography from the planet was showing almost no life for the Highbreed to use here. That meant she could pull the Angels' Prison back to a safe distance and wait for its b-space drive to recharge.

The maths of the engagement vector were simple. The fleet could stay together at eighty-four gees of acceleration, which meant that by the time the Highbreed saw their arrival, they could build up a velocity relative to the star over almost two thousand kilometers per second. The problem was, their realspace movement would have barely surpassed two light-seconds, leaving the Highbreed plenty of time to try and cancel out the accelerational advantage. Given that it would take them another thirty-seven minutes to cancel out the acceleration, and even then the Highbreed could quite easily overhaul them as they ran for the hyper limit, it was a move from which she couldn't turn back.

Of course, she wanted to make it there sometime this week, which complicated her tactical equation. The whole mess was simplified by the fact that she just had to throw them off-guard and then complicated by the fact that her simplest method of doing so had been removed. By the time she had decided on her course of action, the light from their arrival would have travelled over one hundred and fifty thousand kilometers. By the time the ships roared to life, it had moved an additional three million six hundred thousand kilometers. The vector the fleet moved at was an invitation to battle, rather than an engagement track itself. Instead of heading to the projected location of the Highbreed forces, the acceleration would only push the fleet twelve light-minutes further towards the star by the time the missile envelopes met and actually increased their deviance from the ecliptic. At the same time, however, it carried the fleet barely three light-minutes from Aircury itself, within the glide distance of a missile salvo. Although not the most eloquent attack geometry, it ensured three things: a fight where Miyala had the velocity advantage and the ability to figure out the accelerations and masses of those ships down there.

And, possibly most importantly, it gave them a two and a half minute abort time between the b-space drives recharging and reaching the projected hyper limit for this star. And so, the sluggish ligh preceding them making its way to the Highbreed, trails of plasma vented out into the cold void, dispersing in the instant they left the magnetic bottle and propelling the fleet forwards as every unit fell into position.

[The V O I D]

Alright, everyone who I need to reply to, form a neat and orderly- OH GOD SO MANY!

*whip* GET TO IT, YA BASTERD! *whip*

Kidding. But seriously you have a lot of people to reply to on top of needing to start the Taari thing two months late.

[The V O I D]

And the Highbreed post is here. Tell me if I forgot to do anything.

Miyala could feel the pulsations of b-space as the gravitics swirled around her 'body'. She wanted so badly to lose herself to the colours and simply drift free and careless. It could be beautiful out there, but the shimmering barrier of the counter-grav field kept it out. Of course, that was a good thing for the Human forms inside of the ship, but the pull was still strong. Stronger than she knew it really should have been.

Before she could contemplate her wayward thoughts any further, the pulsations of b-space vanished abruptly into the hard reality of space-time. They were thirty-seven light-minutes out from the main star of the system and around fifty degrees above the ecliptic. There had been some of that inevitable scatter that one would find when moving large numbers of ships through b-space. It was one of the inevitable side-effects of counter-gravs on the scale necessary to keep the ships intact as they travelled. Still, the scatter radius was less than four light-seconds, near enough to textbook that Miyala was ready to congratulate everyone involved.

Then the sensors resolved out the system and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. The fleetwide sensors were picking up over seven hundred ships out there and as the individual heat flares were being resolved out into individual ships the number only increased. Miyala's mind was running to keep up, even with the computer network aiding her. How had the Highbreed amassed so many ships in such a short space of time? How was that even possible?

And then the planet below, Aircury, resolved into sickening detail. Even this far out, Miyala could see that half of it had been cratered and cracked, tectonic disturbances wracking the surface. Whatever the Covenant had done to the planet, it was thorough. A thrill of anger peaked through her before she crushed it to return to the task in hand. She could deal with the morals of the morals of the situation after her own hands were equally bloodied. The spectrography from the planet was showing almost no life for the Highbreed to use here. That meant she could pull the Angels' Prison back to a safe distance and wait for its b-space drive to recharge.

The maths of the engagement vector were simple. The fleet could stay together at eighty-four gees of acceleration, which meant that by the time the Highbreed saw their arrival, they could build up a velocity relative to the star over almost two thousand kilometers per second. The problem was, their realspace movement would have barely surpassed two light-seconds, leaving the Highbreed plenty of time to try and cancel out the accelerational advantage. Given that it would take them another thirty-seven minutes to cancel out the acceleration, and even then the Highbreed could quite easily overhaul them as they ran for the hyper limit, it was a move from which she couldn't turn back.

Of course, she wanted to make it there sometime this week, which complicated her tactical equation. The whole mess was simplified by the fact that she just had to throw them off-guard and then complicated by the fact that her simplest method of doing so had been removed. By the time she had decided on her course of action, the light from their arrival would have travelled over one hundred and fifty thousand kilometers. By the time the ships roared to life, it had moved an additional three million six hundred thousand kilometers. The vector the fleet moved at was an invitation to battle, rather than an engagement track itself. Instead of heading to the projected location of the Highbreed forces, the acceleration would only push the fleet twelve light-minutes further towards the star by the time the missile envelopes met and actually increased their deviance from the ecliptic. At the same time, however, it carried the fleet barely three light-minutes from Aircury itself, within the glide distance of a missile salvo. Although not the most eloquent attack geometry, it ensured three things: a fight where Miyala had the velocity advantage and the ability to figure out the accelerations and masses of those ships down there.

And, possibly most importantly, it gave them a two and a half minute abort time between the b-space drives recharging and reaching the projected hyper limit for this star. And so, the sluggish ligh preceding them making its way to the Highbreed, trails of plasma vented out into the cold void, dispersing in the instant they left the magnetic bottle and propelling the fleet forwards as every unit fell into position.

Oh, that. I thought everyone was meeting at Linke before we started that... I may add in an edit for you later today.
In the meantime, Azyrians and Lyson have stuff to do.

[Spindle]

Miyala could feel the pulsations of b-space as the gravitics swirled around her 'body'. She wanted so badly to lose herself to the colours and simply drift free and careless. It could be beautiful out there, but the shimmering barrier of the counter-grav field kept it out. Of course, that was a good thing for the Human forms inside of the ship, but the pull was still strong. Stronger than she knew it really should have been.

Before she could contemplate her wayward thoughts any further, the pulsations of b-space vanished abruptly into the hard reality of space-time. They were thirty-seven light-minutes out from the main star of the system and around fifty degrees above the ecliptic. There had been some of that inevitable scatter that one would find when moving large numbers of ships through b-space. It was one of the inevitable side-effects of counter-gravs on the scale necessary to keep the ships intact as they travelled. Still, the scatter radius was less than four light-seconds, near enough to textbook that Miyala was ready to congratulate everyone involved.

Then the sensors resolved out the system and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. The fleetwide sensors were picking up over seven hundred ships out there and as the individual heat flares were being resolved out into individual ships the number only increased. Miyala's mind was running to keep up, even with the computer network aiding her. How had the Highbreed amassed so many ships in such a short space of time? How was that even possible?

And then the planet below, Aircury, resolved into sickening detail. Even this far out, Miyala could see that half of it had been cratered and cracked, tectonic disturbances wracking the surface. Whatever the Covenant had done to the planet, it was thorough. A thrill of anger peaked through her before she crushed it to return to the task in hand. She could deal with the morals of the morals of the situation after her own hands were equally bloodied. The spectrography from the planet was showing almost no life for the Highbreed to use here. That meant she could pull the Angels' Prison back to a safe distance and wait for its b-space drive to recharge.

The maths of the engagement vector were simple. The fleet could stay together at eighty-four gees of acceleration, which meant that by the time the Highbreed saw their arrival, they could build up a velocity relative to the star over almost two thousand kilometers per second. The problem was, their realspace movement would have barely surpassed two light-seconds, leaving the Highbreed plenty of time to try and cancel out the accelerational advantage. Given that it would take them another thirty-seven minutes to cancel out the acceleration, and even then the Highbreed could quite easily overhaul them as they ran for the hyper limit, it was a move from which she couldn't turn back.

Of course, she wanted to make it there sometime this week, which complicated her tactical equation. The whole mess was simplified by the fact that she just had to throw them off-guard and then complicated by the fact that her simplest method of doing so had been removed. By the time she had decided on her course of action, the light from their arrival would have travelled over one hundred and fifty thousand kilometers. By the time the ships roared to life, it had moved an additional three million six hundred thousand kilometers. The vector the fleet moved at was an invitation to battle, rather than an engagement track itself. Instead of heading to the projected location of the Highbreed forces, the acceleration would only push the fleet twelve light-minutes further towards the star by the time the missile envelopes met and actually increased their deviance from the ecliptic. At the same time, however, it carried the fleet barely three light-minutes from Aircury itself, within the glide distance of a missile salvo. Although not the most eloquent attack geometry, it ensured three things: a fight where Miyala had the velocity advantage and the ability to figure out the accelerations and masses of those ships down there.

And, possibly most importantly, it gave them a two and a half minute abort time between the b-space drives recharging and reaching the projected hyper limit for this star. And so, the sluggish ligh preceding them making its way to the Highbreed, trails of plasma vented out into the cold void, dispersing in the instant they left the magnetic bottle and propelling the fleet forwards as every unit fell into position.

Oh, that. I thought everyone was meeting at Linke before we started that... I may add in an edit for you later today.
In the meantime, Azyrians and Lyson have stuff to do.

It's coming, trust me. I'm halfway through it now.

[The V O I D]

Oh, that. I thought everyone was meeting at Linke before we started that... I may add in an edit for you later today.
In the meantime, Azyrians and Lyson have stuff to do.

It's coming, trust me. I'm halfway through it now.

Alright.

[The Greater Gambia]

Alright, everyone who I need to reply to, form a neat and orderly- OH GOD SO MANY!

*whip* GET TO IT, YA BASTERD! *whip*

Kidding. But seriously you have a lot of people to reply to on top of needing to start the Taari thing two months late.

I'm sorry. I would have had it done by now, but I was playing that new RWBY game with a friend.