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by Trader Worlds » Sat Mar 27, 2010 12:12 pm
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by Marzeron » Sat Mar 27, 2010 12:36 pm
by Trader Worlds » Sat Mar 27, 2010 1:02 pm
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by Marzeron » Mon Mar 29, 2010 2:56 pm
by Vespinae Ingens Caelum » Mon Mar 29, 2010 4:32 pm
by Marzeron » Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:43 pm
by Order of the Light- » Tue Mar 30, 2010 2:10 am
by Trader Worlds » Tue Mar 30, 2010 10:33 am
Attention all ships, you have entered the Romulus system, you are in Trader space. Power down all weapons and shields or we will open fire. Again, this is Trader space. Power down all weapons and shields and do not move.
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by Vespinae Ingens Caelum » Tue Mar 30, 2010 12:54 pm
Mission Abort. Return-displacement impossible under present conditions.
by Trader Worlds » Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:46 pm
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by GSV Gravitas Deficit » Sat Apr 03, 2010 2:14 pm
Transmission wrote:x Pitifully Limited Debris We’re So Very Screwed
o All ships in range
radio broadcast, clear, tra. @ unknown date.
Don’t shoot us. We’re pitiful.
by Marzeron » Thu Jun 24, 2010 11:33 pm
Vespinae Ingens Caelum wrote:The nine ships didn't exactly hold their course - that kind of maneuver is kind of a little suicidal - but despite a multitude of pre-emptive evading based on, well, statistics, they did, for the most part, keep following their vectors. Technically, this was the point where - had they been on a war-, rather than a resource-acquisition footing - they'd have let loose with they artillery. But as they weren't on a war footing, their artillery display, although certainly present, was of a rather disappointing scale.
"Displace in three... Two... One..." the Eviscerator's pilots told their crew, which was waiting eagerly for the action to start.
Then a brief rush of wind, as negative pressure was accounted for. Four of the aliens were gone.
"Huh... Disappointing," one of the pilots muttered.
On board (Well, sort of) the Cautious Grenade, a brief battle was fought. Not a battle between living beings, not a battle between soldiers, but a battle between computers. One computer - the Eviscerator's displacer - desired to penetrate through a host of countermeasures so as to deploy its 'Cargo' - the aliens. The other computer - the Mind of the Cautious Grenade - desired to prevent this, though it was presumably under the impression that what was being displaced weren't aliens, but bombs. So it closed loopholes, diverted the incoming feelers to some other place (Chiefly, spatial coordinates outside its hull), and since this was an actual battle, also fired back the odd shot (Not very successfully, the distance was too great for a decent hitrate to be achieved. The odd shot still hit a shield, scorched a bit of hull, but nothing dramatic).
For the most part, the Cautious Grenade was successful - only 1/32 of the intended displacements succeeded, leaving the remainders either on board of the Eviscerator (If the displace had been outright blocked) or stranded in outer space, though the Eviscerator cared enough to displace those poor buggers back on board, though it did occasionally take a few attempts.
"They're more capable than we thought. Recommending mission abortion."
The nine ships' pilots debated the matter for a few moments, with a fair amount of insults thrown about, all the while the battle in space continued, though the alien's fire, restrained and, in any case, nowhere near as superior to their target as they'd thought, didn't really manage to achieve anything more than the Cautious Grenade (It alone outmassing the attackers by a fair margin) had achieved against them.
"Aborting after four successful displacements? Is that alwa-"
At this point, the matter was largely taken out of the alien's hands, with more guests appearing to the party. This wasn't to say that they were strictly scared (Not caring too much about one's individual existence is an interesting side effect of being an eusocial species), but staying was becoming increasingly impractical.
Another interesting side effect of being an eusocial species is that one's not usually whiny about leaving one's people behind. It's disappointing, sure, but hey. That's life.
Figuring that the matters at hand weren't as pleasing as they were supposed to be, the nine ships abruptly changed their course, and curving out of the hot zone, accelerating towards an acceptable FTL-transition speed (Shields briefly, if somewhat ineffectually, impacted by fire from the party crashers), they did their best to get out of the hot zone.
It'd be another half-minute or so before they could make a sensible transition, but it should be safe enough for them.
The four now-stranded aliens, well, that was another matter...~ ~ ~
Sari experienced the usual, brief moment of confusion as she disappeared from the Eviscerator, and reappeared on board of the Cautious Grenade. Always annoying, she thought, before looking around herself, weapons pointing at everything her giant compound eyes registered as a potential threat. Fortunately, nobody seemed to be around - by the looks of it, she was in a fairly sizable cargo space.
First things first. She was on a hostile spaceship, and typically, this meant that this hostile spaceship had a very wide and fascinating number of methods available to kill her in an instant, unless she managed to disrupt the usual ongoings. In order to prevent this, she had to
- Get access to the ship's main network
- Throw some figurative wrenches into it
It'd make proceedings a whole lot easier. Of course, actually finding such an access point (Compatibility was less of an issue - she didn't want to reprogram it, only to throw some wrenches into it. It wasn't even something as elegant as a 'Virus') was another matter... She spent a minute or two looking for one until she finally came by something that looked as if it could be 'It', not even trying to find out how many others had been successfully displaced. However many they were, everyone know what she'd to do.
Just about then, a micro-displacement's brief EM burst reached her.
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Mission Abort. Return-displacement impossible under present conditions.
For a few seconds, the reddish-brown and white body of the all so slightly oversized (190 cm long and 140 cm tall on her hindlimbs) wasp froze, only her mandibles were twitching.
"... Well, fuck you, too."
x 'Special Habitat' Cautious Grenade
o The Raiders(You never even introduced yourself! Quite rude, if you ask me. I'll call you the Rude Raiders)
EM broadcast, clear, tra.
That was the best fun I've had in YEARS! So sad you guys left so early, I didn't even get to use my main guns! Maybe we can play another time? Well, at least you left some friends to sleep over for a little bit. I hope they like popcorn.
GSV Gravitas Deficit wrote:Honorary Contact Captain Masaq-Erinmariansa Leoriansia Vellia Laertrax dam Lictori sighed quietly.
She didn’t, really, because she didn’t exist.
But it felt much the same.
“What’s so urgent?” she asked, “It’s rude to snatch people out of games you know. We were winning!"
“Sorry to interrupt,” the avatar said, blushing, and looking around the ship’s auditorium, “But you did say you wanted to be pulled out the moment something interesting happened. All of you did.”
Vellia looked around to see several of the ship-council around her, nodding to them in recognition.
“So,” she said, taking a deep breath, which of course, wasn’t real either, “what is it?”
“The local realspace skein. I’ve noticed quite a bit of activity. Displacers in operation, particularly,” the avatar (which wasn’t real) of the forward Mind of the General Systems Vehicle (defunct) Gravitas Deficit said.
“I see…” Vellia said, “you mean there might be a chance of something actually happening?”
“That’s the hope. Because I’ve used what little traction my motors could manage in getting there. And once we’re there… it’ll be a long time before we’re anywhere else.”
In reality, there was no ship’s meeting room. There was no ship.
There had been one once, but in the slightly embarrassing and extremely unintentional experience of getting here (wherever here actually was) it had gone… the term that the Mind would have used would translate roughly to ‘rectal insertion of a star’ in polite terms. The “ship” such as it was, was a twelve meter piece of, well, the most polite way to describe it would be wreckage.
Or at any rate, wreckage surrounding a ten meter ovoid, like a perfect, shining egg, silvery grey with a frame of cobbled together components made from salvaged and donated parts of drones, to provide the basic motive power and sensors.
The twelve meter long ship (‘Officially’ named the Pitifully Limited Debris We’re So Very Fucked) appeared in realspace without much preamble, a few components on its wreckage-frame glowing a hot cherry red, even shedding vaporized mass.
And, apparently, into the back end of a battle, given the bodies floating around not so far away.
Crap it thought.
A microsecond later, it thought that again, emphatically, and began sending a standard package of lingual basics, followed by a five word message.Transmission wrote:x Pitifully Limited Debris We’re So Very Screwed
o All ships in range
radio broadcast, clear, tra. @ unknown date.
Don’t shoot us. We’re pitiful.
x Habitat Did You Get Me Some?
o Pitifully Limited Debris We’re So Very Screwed
EM broadcast, clear tra.
Oh you poor thing! What happened to you?! We'll send out a Construction Hab to meet you, you must feel terrible.
Trader Worlds wrote:"Multiple contacts, weapons readings!"
Alarms started to flash as ship after ship dropped into the Romulus system.
"Weapons platforms designating targets. Permission to open fire?"
The station chief shook his head. "Negative, await my order."
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Attention all ships, you have entered the Romulus system, you are in Trader space. Power down all weapons and shields or we will open fire. Again, this is Trader space. Power down all weapons and shields and do not move.
x Habitat Did You Get Me Some?
o Trader People Of The Romulus System
EM broadcast, clear tra.
Oh my. Um, I really really really apologize if we made a fuss. We just kinda dropped out of hyperspace, looking for some friendly people to talk too, and all these people appeared... So, um, the people who were attacking us left, and don't worry about that little ship, we'll take care of it, but those other ships we have no clue about. Oh, and hello.
Order of the Light- wrote:It wasn't often that the Republic Navy came across Pirates, partly due to the fact that they rarely passed through areas where pirates are likly to live. Partly due to the fact that most pirates are oppotunists, and one Republic ship usually posed more of a threat than would be out-weighed by the rewards. It was even less often that the Republic navy came across a number of moving asteroids, seemingly free from any gravity pull. It was un-heard of for one of those asteroids to be apparently intercepting nine what appeared to be pirates, based on their direct heading to what they must have thought were prime targets.
So it was, that the three-ship Patrol fleet, led by the Intrepid, dropped out of Hyperspace, having decided to amuse themselves by taking on a bunch of pirates, even more so when they were out-numbered, 3 to 1. Of course, this would be a perfect demonstration of the Navies policy of Quality over quantity. Moving promptly to Battlestations, they prepared to engage.
x Habitat Unintelligible Speaker
o The-Other-People-Who-Just Arrived-Who-Very-Rudely-Didn't-Announce-Themselves
EM broadcast, clear tra.
And what do you want, macho man? I'm guessing you want to fight or something, talk to the Cautious Grenade about that. If not, then please relax, your scaring the locals.
by Trader Worlds » Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:03 pm
This is Commander Jens Larssen, commander of all Trader naval forces in the Romulus system. ALL vessels in the system will cease all movement NOW. Any ship which continues to move five minutes after this order will be fired upon with the intent of disabling both sublight and FTL propulsion systems.
Asteroid-ship-things, while we cannot accommodate you in orbital dock, we can refuel you and transfer personnel and supplies via small craft, if you can accommodate them.
Unidentified warships, you are in Trader space. You will power down all weapons and shields, identify yourselves, and explain your presence here. Any hostile actions will result in your destruction.
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by Marzeron » Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:02 pm
Trader Worlds wrote:Commander Jens Larrsen was getting tired of this shit. Ships popping in and out, with no regard for local law…it was like he was stationed on one of the lawless colonies, not the damn Romulus System!
“Ensign,” he began, “kindly send a message to everyone currently in the system to stop moving right fucking now. If anyone continues to move, please for the sake of my sanity shoot them.”
“Uh, yessir.” The ensign saw the stress building. “Sir, do you think that…”
“Shut up, ensign, and do it.”
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This is Commander Jens Larssen, commander of all Trader naval forces in the Romulus system. ALL vessels in the system will cease all movement NOW. Any ship which continues to move five minutes after this order will be fired upon with the intent of disabling both sublight and FTL propulsion systems.
“Now that that’s settled,” Larssen said. “We can sort this clusterfuck out. Ensign, what exactly just happened?”
“Sir, the asteroids dropped in first. We established contact and they appear to be harmless, though they certainly are armed. Then the nine unidentified ships dropped in, fought with the asteroids for a bit, and left, so we can discount them. Following them, the three warships dropped in and haven’t identified themselves either, but are still here. Analysis puts them as the highest possible threat. And finally, the floating piece of wreckage dropped in, and apparently is being handled by the asteroids.” The ensign giving the report took a deep breath. “That’s all for now.”
“OK. We can’t possibly berth the rocks, but we can refuel them and if they’ve got small craft we can do transit,” Larssen said. “Tell them such. Keep tabs on the warships and tell them to indentify and explain. If they look hostile, wipe ‘em out.”
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Asteroid-ship-things, while we cannot accommodate you in orbital dock, we can refuel you and transfer personnel and supplies via small craft, if you can accommodate them.
x Habitat Did You Get Me Some?
o Commander Jens Larrsen of The Traders
EM broadcast, clear, tra.
Oh my, how very kind of you to offer! I'm sure we can agree to some kind of exchange later, but I must really thank you for letting after that rather confusing ordeal. I mean, really, who attacks for no reason like that? Um, anyway, we'll send the Tanker Habitat I'm On a Diet and the Cargo Habitat's Maybe One More Bite and Obesity Is My Thing. Both can accommodate plenty of shuttles and such. Oh, do you mind if we send the Living Habitat Life Is Full Of Wonders, But It Still Can Suck? I think some people want to see a planet up-close.
by Trader Worlds » Sun Jun 27, 2010 6:46 pm
Your Habitats are cleared. Please move adjacent to the orbital stations. What sort of supplies do you need? Please note delivery of said supplies will cost money, as the Navy is not in the business of charity.
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