Heat

Agents Of Stardust

The captain approached the terminal in the middle of the bridge, which he used to input commands and send messages out of the ship. He had just finished typing in a message to one of the engineers in the station who would give them clearance to leave and finally begin their mission. Almost immediately he received a reply, which was accompanied by the hiss of the airlock bridge snaking back into the ship as it completely detached, hovering a safe distance away from the Truman in order to begin a hyperspace jump.

"Crew, this is your captain speaking, we are igniting the FTL jump now, ETA at our destination will be thirty minutes." He spoke into the console, his voice booming through the hallways of the ship, speaking every man, woman and alien on board.

"Jude, is she ready?" He asked, inquiring if the ship was flight ready.

"Yes, the Durendal is ready to begin the mission at your command, captain."

"Alright, hit it then, Miss Freelander you know what to do, Jude I trust you have the coordinates punched in?"

"Yes, beginning hyperspace jump now." The A.I. replied as the engines began to quickly warm up, the engine which powered the Faster Than Light travel at full power as the Durendal flew away from the space station, heading towards the emptiness of space. Then the stars seem to fly by as the ship began traveling at insane speeds across the galaxy.

Soon, the Durendal came out of its jump, sailing towards the planet the probe was last tracked near. The planet was huge and white, it was a frozen ice word, covered in glaciers, frozen oceans and massive mountains which dwarfed any on Earth in sheer size. A single ship sat silent in orbit of the planet, Jon's eyes watching it immediately as the Durendal arrived at its destination.

"Jude, can you identify that ship? I don't recognize it, they would have informed us if there was an allied ship that would meet us out of the jump." He asked the A.I., his mind waxing over the ship, the design oddly familiar to him.

"Captain, the ship is a very old Naval frigate, the model is not even produced anymore. I found a serial number, but that ship was reported as missing along with its crew. My scans detect lifeforms aboard it. Approach with extreme caution, hostiles may be on board it."

"It's pirates, I'm almost certain of it. They're notorious for striking E.S.C. ships, killing or enslaving the crew, raiding the cargo and taking the ship itself." Jon stated, his voice confident, his hand stroking his chin. Then looked down at the console in front of him, noticing that he had received a message from the ship, "Jude, they're trying to establish communications, broadcast it through the ship, they should hear it." He replied, pressing the button which caused the window in the front of the bridge to turn to a screen which displayed a video.

"So kind of you to allow me to speak with you, Captain." A voice said as the screen cleared to show a bearded man facing the screen, speaking into it. His hair long and black, beard groomed, a tattoo of some origin on his right cheek. "But where are my manners, my name is Dryden, I am the humble captain of the vessel which contacted yours, we saw your fancy little ride as it popped out of hyperspace and we simply had to speak with you."

"Go on." Jon replied, looking at Dryden with suspicious eyes. His intuition was correct, they were pirates.

"I sense you came to retrieve the probe which was orbiting this world, my ship picked it up, it is very valuable to us, the market value for an intact piece of technology such as this will make us rich. You can't have it though, but I have another proposition for you and your crew," He said, blinking as he continued speaking. "Surrender half your crew, along with allowing my own crew to search your cargo hold and armory, taking anything we please, then I promise you can retreat back to where you came from with your lives."

"We don't negotiate with pirates. I'll give you one chance to hand over the probe and leave or else I will be forced to use lethal force in order to take what is rightfully ours." He replied, the seriousness of his words showing in his eyes.

"That was foolish of you, captain. Now I must bid you adieu as we unleash the full force of our weaponry on your crew and you, whose lives you just threw away." Dryden replied, a grin appearing on his face as the message closed.

"Crew, to battle stations immediately! I want any of those able to assist me in a boarding party of the enemy ship to meet me by the shuttle in the hangar." Jon spoke into the console to his crew. "I suggest close quarters weapons and armor for those coming with me." He stopped for a moment as Jude pitched in.

"They're sending fighters as well as powering up their weaponry, I highly suggest we do the same and commence evasive maneuvers. I estimate the on-board crew of the opposing vessel to be under 30 hostiles." Jude said, analyzing the upcoming battle.

"Scramble fighters as well! Captain out," Jon stated, then turned to the pilot, Virgo. "I want somebody manning that turret, Jude, you know what to do with the ship's other guns. I hope you can fly as well I was told you can, helmsman." He said, then ran out of the room towards his cabin in order to change into combat gear.

Agents Of Stardust

Inkwell said
Sorry about my post I'm just just busy getting ver thing ready for moving into my new place

It's cool.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

Killshade was one of the last ones of the VTOL, he quietly hoped out of the vehicle, then entered the hall. His first priority was to fix his weapon, though the prospect of helping Pariah interrogate some of the villains did interest him admittingly. He stepped inside and headed straight for his room where all the items needed to repair his sword were. He didn't speak with anyone else as he walked, just going by them, stepping around and through crowds. Soon enough he reached his room, popped open the door and stepped inside. He reached under his bed where he placed one of the metal suitcases and placed it on top of the bed, then he removed his weapon from its sheath.Luckily he had done this procedure on the sword many times before, like the back of his hand to him.

After a few minutes of careful handling of the blade, he had straightened it out, next he needed to sharpen it, another easy task. He tightened his gloves then removed the oiled whetstone from the briefcase, then he laid it down on a nearby table, then very carefully ran the blade along it dozens of times. After every so often he paused to inspect his work, after he reached the perfect sharpness for the weapon, he slid it back into his sheath then removed the sheath from his back, laying it down for a moment. He quickly changed out of his battle apparel, getting into workout clothes once more. He folded up his previous outfit along with setting down all of the weaponry he carried, leaving the items and the outfit on the bed.

He walked through the hallways to the training center, the look on his face changing to one of surprise as he stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming over the rows of seemingly endless equipment. A smile almost popped on his face as he strolled over to an area in the room containing the pull-up bars, one of which he stopped in front of, then grasped a bar and began lifting himself up and down, no signs of strain on his face as he went along with the workout, his enhanced muscles and bones able to breeze through most of them, but he was not a superhuman, and as such would tire out at some point, that was what he was aiming for as he pulled himself up, bringing his chin above the bar, then back down, avoiding smacking his face on the equipment with each rise of his body.

Agents Of Stardust

Legion X51 said
Still dealing with a broken wrist here - I can type, just not for long and not very fast either.

No need to type a wall man, do whatever is comfortable. The last thing I want is you aggravating the injury.

Also I'll get an IC post to jump ahead the story by tomorrow night.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

I'll get an IC post after I get home from work in a bit.

Supernatural Dealings

Baconator said
My internet is getting turned off in 3 days =/ i won't be able to continue

That's too bad to hear, man.

Best Videogame Soundtrack

Halo is pretty fantastic, the music is one of the best parts of the entire series. Mass Effect is also great, especially the third game's OST.

I also really love Spec Ops: The Line's soundtrack, it has some really kickass songs in it.

Supernatural Dealings

I never was really into Magic that much, always more of a Yu-Gi-Oh guy, though my brother was big on it and has a bunch of cards laying around somewhere.

Agents Of Stardust

ASTA said
Character name: Lance Corporeal Maxwell Turner Position: Security Team Member/Ground Operations Species: HumanGender: Male Age: 32Appearance: 175 cm in height, and weighs 85 kilograms (becomes 330 kg when armor and exoskeleton are equipped). Former American citizen of mixed Native African/Chinese ethnicity. Unsubstantial in physical attractiveness because of wounds suffered while on military duty. Rarely seen outside of his armor, and is not likely to show his face in public view. Personality: Well develop and in displaying using IC interactions. However, it should be noted that Maxwell has a strong soldier's demeanor, and takes well to those of dutiful personality and serious background. Foolishness and idiocy will not be tolerated. Biography - Participated in the closing years of the Human-Raqh war, but found himself on the wrong end of military law. Due to a highly controversial incidents regarding thirty Raqh civilians, Maxwell was demoted twice and subjected to two martial court hearings, but was suddenly relieved of all charges and assigned to the Durendal for undisclosed reasons. Turner speculates that his cousin, Aeon Turner, a high-ranking commander in the ESC armed forces, may have had something to do with the sudden shift in circumstances, but all of his attempts to receive information from his kin have since failed.

Accepted.

Agents Of Stardust

Inkwell said
I'm drawing a blank on what to do. Got any ideas?

Go up the bridge, meet the A.I., get used to the cockpit?