From out of the darkness emerged a form--mechanical and completely unnatural, the only logical conclusion to those observing it would have been that it had been designed by some sort of intelligent life, or intelligence as it were. Unfortunately for those who came across it, analysis during such times were for the most part focused on staying alive. This was no ordinary vessel, yet, it was not the biggest danger poised to strike victims of assault.
<< Sky Captain... we have achieved basic synchronization with the target, should we proceed? >>
<< No... perfect sync' will come within a matter of seconds... certain success will be worth risk of detection. >>
A few million kilometers away, a lone merchant/exploration cruiser detects a blip. On board, an unusual combination of people only linked by their desire to make a lot of money--since the Megacorps weren't usually interested in searching areas unprotected by the Unione of Capitalizt States Military or other 'safe areas' due to the risks involved, information in these parts made for a lucrative bet, usually pursued by all sorts of misfits who otherwise stand no chance of making it out of a secret underclass.
<< Strike... >>
An invisible beam shot forth, the cruiser's systems became overloaded and went offline for a few moments until it seemed to spark up again. Via the small ship's internal announcement system, words shot forth that would make its abnormal crew quake with fear. These were the events of their nightmares.
" Attention Crew and Commanding Officers of this Vessel, " the voice sounded rather deep and ominous. " Your craft's systems have been subdued and are now under our control. Do not fear... only obey and you will remain personally unabated. "
Murmuring spread throughout.
" Do not attempt to flee or fight back, your access to your ship's navigation systems have been locked and such attempts may result in harm to either yourself or your colleagues, and nobody wants that do they? Simply comply with our requests, and you will be on your way just as you were before. "
" Which brings me to our demands; our scanners indicate that information gained over the course of your mission is attached in a locked file that would only cause undue stress to the crew of your vessel. Rather than have you wait for us to de-encrypt the information-and trust us, we can de-encrypt the information we seek-I ask that your Commanding Officer input his administrative passwords into his control panel to unlock it for us. Failure to comply may result in loss of life for the members of your crew. "
" Please reply. You have sixty-seconds. "
The crew on board the private cruiser looked between one another with dread.
*~*~*~*
Alpha Centauri, 4.37 Light Years from the 'Sun'
A galaxy of hallways and chambers unto itself, Battle Station 'Megadeth-1' was the center of all activity for Sky Marshall John Valkyrie and his Military. Supported by acting as a hired gun for governments who did not want to get their hands dirty and other endeavors of piracy. One had to act cautiously however, as the military considered itself an alternative government to that of the Unione of Capitalizt States.
It did however remain in the darkness; banished forever from across the federation, Valkyrie was the most sought after person in the country and had been labeled things ranging from a terrorist, a pirate, a treason-ist, to a warlord... not to mention a persons of interest to an international community of those who contributed to assisting with security and policing operations--it was in his interest to keep his head down and that he did; few knew his location at any given time nor his military's base of operations. In his business, discretion was everything.
Few were also aware of his origins. A personal relationship with the man at the very top in the Unione of Capitalizt States, the Secretary-General himself... a friend turned enemy at a moment of betrayal.
" Sky Marshall, " a voice interrupted Valkyrie during meditation, startling him. " We have word from the Conquerer, their mission has been successful. "
" And what of the vessel's crew? " he turned to his reporting Officer.
The Officer grinned, " Their ability to report home has been dealt with. "
[OOC: I am aware that some others may consider they have interests in Alpha Centauri or even the Andromeda Galaxy; for the purposes of this story-plot I ask that you respect the existence of this reality as well as your own. If you would like to participate then please feel free to either send me a tg or contact me on IRC. I have some ideas I'd like to play with, but am happy to welcome influence from participants if you feel you have something interesting to contribute.
Basically what I'm looking at, is a piracy themed RP with characters who in one way or another will assist in developing my country and its relationships with others further. Based out of Alpha Centauri, the pirates are a quasi-Military with political interests in the U.C.S. as well as outside of it, and I intend them to develop as a point of interest to my government as well as anyone else who decides to go down a similar path. At the moment they have been largely ignored - read: exiled, and therefore not overly important to what we have been doing. I'll be interested to see what might happen with them and then any further developments that might occur in the Alpha Centauri star system as a result of what's written here.]