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IC
Core Pendrant - Colonial World of Perseus - Planetary Stardock
The reddish desert world below seemed void of the touch of civilization. From a distance the star system in question orbited a purple-like star that was roughly three times larger than Sol's. The rays of the sun played colors upon the closest gas giant that orbited quickly and was heated to untold degrees. Perseus lay on the outer edge of the "Goldilocks Zone", barely capable of supporting any life with such a thin atmosphere. Yet scientists found favor in the fact that the planet was somehow radiating a strong magnetic field and the surface was still active with lava flows. Minerals of all sorts, valuable and common, could be found on the surface to be easily mined. So as the perspective of the solar system slowly came back down to Perseus, one could see a massive complex at the northern pole of the planet where there seemed to be no volcanic activity whatsoever. Here miner's from across the Confederation risked life and limb for a quick few Denars in the ever increasing need to provide for their families. Many hundreds of individuals died here every year to make that quick credit. Those that did return always managed to come back richer than before.
The sun rising over the horizon witnessed an awesome spectacle to the observer. Slowly the shape of some type of artificial structure followed the planets rotation and revealed itself. The purplish-gold hue of the sun eclipsed everything with light for a moment, then vanished to reveal the truth of the shape. A manufactured orbital facility that looked similar to dry docks of old, holding within it the very ship that helped form Anagonia in the beginning and kept it together through all those centuries. The metallic arms of the dry dock wrapping gently around the ships frame, comforting it with small sparks that emanated from the careful hands of a technician droid. Her aged features still apparent even with the shining white hull and the large symbol of the Confederation at the fore of her great spear-like head. It seemed that the ship alone stole the show from the magnificent spider-like dry dock that's only purpose seemed to cradle the old mother in her time of death.
Yet this was far from the death of any old vessel. The observer coming close to get a streamline view of the wonderful vessel. One could assume by the massive battleship turret's and anti-fighter cannons that it had to be conceived in a time lacking advanced technology. A true glimpse of a past that was whole-heatedly embraced even now. The view gazing at the rear with her massive star drive attached to her hull, like a gigantic dress of an old maiden hiding the most valued secrets. Two engine ports, massive like footprints, shown the aged Ion Propulsion Engines that had been upgraded time and again through out her lifespan. The observer now flying to the side where he could easily see one of the hanger bay doors open, perhaps shock could be felt as the observer realized this was no normal vessel! Indeed upon gazing briefly inside one could see this was a magnificent example of an old colonial carrier, ready just as she was in her prime.
The final view around the ship revealed her wing mounts and an ominous tone. Upon gazing at the spear-head fore of the ship, one would remember the two cannon-like protrusions. There was two more on each wing, signaling that this old girl had a heavy hitting punch hidden away to disguise her weak form. Such was the seduction of the Mighty York, a nickname written in bold letters below the lit ship registration at the left side of her fore spear-head. It read "CVA-020 Yorktown", already sending shivers down the spines of new recruits who came to board her for the first time for their first adventure in space.
Perseus Dry dock - Boarding Chamber
From the outside Thomas remembered how small everything looked compared to the Yorktown. Now that he sat along one of the many rows of seats in the boarding chamber, gazing out at the Mighty York in all her splendor, he suddenly felt like the smallest ant in the universe. The hull lights lit up her registration number perfectly for viewing. Already he had the chill down his spine that he had been assigned the honor of taking crew on one of Anagonia's most held treasures. He knew the ships history well. It was taught in every academy from Imperius to the frontier regions. The very ship that participated in the Unification of Anagonia and ended it with a show of force so massive it forced seven empires to come together. That had to be an achievement worth recognizing in Thomas' book.
He had been assigned as a fighter pilot on one of the XF-200's. Here he would get carrier based squadron training for his future in the Confederation Military. Everyone seemed to start out on the Mighty York. His father, Thomas Richardson Senior, always told him stories of his first days on board the Yorktown and how they always managed to get in misadventures even on the most routine of patrols. A slight grin passed his face as he held firm his duffel bag. If his father was right, he would be lucky enough to get some action early in his career too.
Taking a moment to collect himself he gazed around the Boarding Chamber. It was massive with many areas where a person, whether human or alien, could get food or supplies from the storefronts. The Perseus Administrative League controlled the Dry Dock with the assistance of the Military, so all funds went to keeping the mining operation down below going. There were of course places to use the Gal-Net and contact family and friends, or even pass the time. Other areas down further in the Boarding Chamber where the process repeated itself and other boarding personnel didn't have to run from one side to another. The typical load and unload, with military personnel taking one boarding dock for supplies and whatnot while the actual boarding tubes were still waiting to be open. He looked down at his wrist pad and noted that thirty minutes still remained until the boarding call would be made.
Sitting back in his seat Thomas remembered how he got here, from his lowly start as a recruit and his childhood admiration of the stars. It seemed like a blur, almost like a fantasy come real. Soon he'd board the ship, meet one of the legendary captains of the Yorktown in a formal meeting, and be on his way on the road to success.
[/float]The MLM (Misty Lagoon Marines) that were based on Persus for the protection of Misty Lagoon Scientists were heading out, their job done. 60 Soldiers coming home after 12 years. 65 would have come home, if not for the countless events that kill people on this god-for-saken planet... mostly incidents with lava. Cpt Shadow was glad to finally leave, Straight out of MLMA and into System 535 as a green 2nd ((Slang for 2Lt)) he survived more than he should of. 
