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Gregorio looked the people up and down. Most were human, except the one that talked to them, this "Odo" character. Although their uniforms were strange, Gregorio could only assume that these people were Space Forces. "My name is Gregorio Stensia. I apologize," He began "I had no idea that this was a Space Forces installation. We were under the impression it was Outlaw territory. Well, it is always a pleasure to be here, can you tell me, who is the CO of this station, I still have a few friends from my days in the Federations proud navy." He smiled at Odo. Meanwhile, Malla put her head close to If I, sniffing his face.

"You look funny. You're not human." Gregorio shot her a look that might have melted the back of her skull, had he been as powerful as Lance.

"I apologize. This is my wife, Malla, she means Well, but you know how Ctarl-Ctarl are. Blunt and subtle as a Munchausen reactor overload." He tried to smile again, but now he was embrassed. Luckily, they were saved by a member of the Trafalgars crew, a Silgrian, fetching their weapons to take back to the ship. Lance kept his staff.

"My leg isn't very good," he explained "I need this to walk." As the crew of the Odyssey told them of their ability to help, he looked at their uniforms. Much closer to those of the Space Forces he remembered.

"What do you mean 'Our technology is closer to yours' we, besides the good chief and my wife, are all human?" He was puzzled, but that could wait until their shop was spaceworthy again. "Alright, I'll show you to our Engine room, our chief engineer is Lorgon, I know our species don't see eye-to-eye, but trust me, you won't find a better engineer." He then turned around. "Lance, meet with the station commander. Find out all of the technicals. Star-charts, docking fee's, resupplies, the works. And Malla," The Ctarl-Ctarl turned to him "Please try to behave..." He sighed. She saluted in response.

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So, who's gonna be meeting the crew at the airlock? I mean, it'll be hilarious to see Starfleet's reaction to the the Munchausen Drive. It rips open a hole into subspace which it the ship travels through, then rips another hole back into realspace. In Star Trek terms, they have essentially turned Subspace weapons into a form of FTL travel.

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-AES Trafalgar-

Gregorio had made his way down to the engine room. Passing a number of crewmen, he made his way to a Lorgon that was looking over several of the Munchausen Reactors. "Panku. How does it look?" he asked. The Lorgon looked at him and his translator flared up with a loud, metalic crackling.

"Not looking good. I'd rather get her into Dry-Dock before we tried to jump again."

"We seem to have gone quite a distance, I have no idea where we are and what's going on around us. We may need to jump in a hurry." he said. The Lorgon sighed.

"I don't appeciate you asking me for my advice, then just saying you will do what you want anyway." Panku growled. Lorgons were known for their stand-offishness against humans, most of them refused to even fratronize with Humans at all. Panku had been saved by his father and had pledged to join as chief mechanic for the ship. Even so, he was still known for an acute dislike for humans, even if he didn't let it get in the way of his work. He also had a cybornetic arm which helped him to no end.

"Alright. I do respect you and your advice. I'm just saying that we may not have a choice in the matter. Dry Dock is expensive and we may not be able to. We'll be docking soon, but it's going to be umbilical." Panku sighed and went back to work. "At least give me a day to run the diagnostic with Khepri." he said. Khepri was the ships computer.

"I will do my best to give you a day." Gregorio replied. At that point, a pannel on the wall began to talk in a monotone voice.

"Captain, Trafalgar is now performing final docking procedures." it said.

"Thank you, Khepri. Please ask for an engineering team as well as parts, tell them to charge whatever they need to the company bank account and send them the details. Also, i'll be coming aboard with a few of my security personnel."

"It would be my pleasure." The computer replied.

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The final few puffs from the monopropellant that the docking thrusters used and Trafalgar was safely grappled into a position where it's umbilical could lock in to the stations universal docking port. The clamps locked in place and the hatch hissed as it opened. Gregorio, along with Malla, Lance and a few of the security toopers stood, as they met with their welcoming party. Each of the Trafalgar's crew had a CQC weapon noticable on their figure somewhere. No guns, with the exception of the Caster that was fixed to the outside of Malla's bright golden Gauntlet.

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Sorry for my lack of activity. A friend's mother died on Saturday and I've known her since i I was a kid. Shit's been hectic. I will try to make a post tonight.

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@Burning Kitty Outlaw Star.

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Just a note, Ships from OS don't use Subspace communication, as such, they won't be able to pick up a standard Starfleet hail. Just saying that I didn't ignore it, it's just, their scanners thought it was some radiation-spike.

However, Starfleets sensors being far superior would probably be able to discern that their communications are a sort of radio-based communication.

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As the engines of Trafalgar slowly came back online, the crew was able to pick themselves up and look around. Gregorio was on the floor with Malla ontop of him, desperately shaking him. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!!" she screamed at him.

"I am awa-" He tried to explain, before her face engulfed his in an attempt at CPR.

"LIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!" She screeched, before Gregorio pushed her off of himself and he sat up. "YOU'RE ALIVE." She cried.

"Thank you..." he sighed, wiping his mouth, shortly before she dived on him and began kissing him again. "Please, I need-" At that point, Lance grabbed Malla and hauled her off of him. Gregorio looked at him and smiled. "Thanks." he then got to his feet and looked out of the viewport. "What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to the large circular station.

"Scanners are detecting life-signs. Hundreds of them... Looks like a colony." said one of the scanner crew. "Strange radiation coming from it. Suggest we keep our distance."

"Send a transmission." Gregorio ordered. "This is the AES Trafalgar, part of Aegis-Steed Enterprises. We are 20 days out of Sentinel 3 and have had some engine trouble. Is there a port around here large enough that we can dock for repairs?" he asked. He thought, there could be pirates in the area. "Luckily, our defensive and offensive capabilities are fully online, so we will not be in need of an escort."

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They say, in the universe, there are 3 great powers. First is the Space Pirates. Cutthroats, assassins and brigands that will raid, steal and slaughter anyone in their never-ending search for wealth power, able to stay ahead of the competition with their mysterious Tao magic. Second are the Outlaws, those who work outside the law, who chart their own destinies, searching for treasure, fighting Pirates whenever possible and never, ever stopping in their ceaseless quest for adventure. Thirdly are the mighty Space Forces. Immense warships, ready to be deployed at a moments notice to quell the fighting and maintain a grasp on what little control the Earth Federation maintains over the frontier territories.

What many forget about is the 4th power. The Private Security forces. Over the many Centuries, Humanity's territory expanded rapidly and as many interstellar Colony's and States were formed, The Space Forces were founded to provide equal protection for all. However,
in the vastness of space, not all Colony's had access to its full protection and Resources. This gave birth to the Private Security forces, ran by private conglomerates and enterprises. Protecting developing worlds and valuable trade-routes that keeps the galaxy going. However, such protection is not cheap. The enormous costs of keeping their powerful Warships and Battle-Carriers going is too much for a large number of the lower income worlds, struggling to survive on the open frontier.

"We aren't cheap, but the Space Forces don't give a crap and we can take on anything the Pirates and Outlaws have to throw at us. You can bet your life, because it's safe with us."

Gregorio

Name: Captain Gregorio Stesnaia

Appearance:



Age: 42

Race: Human

Skills:

Crack-shot Marksman (During his time in the Space Forces, he got to know how to use a gun with immense skill. Although he's getting on in years, he's still known as a hell of a shot.)

Tactical Command (Having captained starships for the last 20 years, he knows how to hold his own in a tactical combat situation.)

Experienced grappler (Being that he started his career as a Grappler, he knows how to do it. He may not have done it since before he entered the Academy, but he still knows how to pilot a Grappler.)

Personality: Gregorio has a driven and positive personality and displays strong compassion for those he cares about and empathy for those who. He is extremely driven to do well and be a role model to those around him. His strong compassion and empathy are known to inspire others to great feats that they did not realize they were capable of. He tries to play himself as the grumpy captain, but everyone knows that, when the chips are down, he will not give up, he will persivere and he will get the best outcome in any given situation.

Bio: Born as youngest son of the Stesnaia family, he was born into the upper-middle class. He enjoyed a childhood with education and luxury, but it wasn't all fun and games. The Stesnaia's were the owners of a Private Security Force known as "Aegis-Steed Enterprises" Although his older brothers were ahead of him in line to take over, he suspected he wouldn't be able to see any proper action. His father saw this and tried to convince him to stick with the family business by hiring a Grappler and having him taught in Grappler-combat. When he was 14, he first started flying his Grappler in combat for his father's company. It isn't uncommon, on the frontier, for young men to learn Grappler combat by being thrown in the deep end and he slowly became rather good at it.

When he was 18, his father passed away and James, his eldest brother took charge of the company. James was a competant businessman and captain. James second eldest brother, Lance, decided to leave. He had only stuck about because he hoped their father would pass the company to him instead. With Lance gone, Gregorio decided to leave too. James had relegated him to paperwork, wanting to keep his youngest brother out of the fighting. Gregorio travelled towards the inner rim, before joining the Space Forces. He quickly made his way through the academy and was soon posted to a patrol-ship as a commando. During one daring raid by a group of Kei Pirates. Using their Tao magic, they managed to kill the captain. Gregorio was forced to take command of the ship and fought them off. The crew stood with him and he remained captain until they got back to port. When they returned to port, a new captain was assigned, but awful news reached Gregorio. James had been crippled in a battle and was going to need time to get cybornetic replacements fitted for his mangled limbs. Gregorio took some leave and went back home to captain the companies fleet for a time. James' recovery time turned from weeks into months and Gregorio was forced to tend his resignation from the Space Forces.

When James saw how well Gregorio was doing and how natural he was in the captains seat. He decided to take a step back from the captains chair and went into the administrative side of things. Over the last 20 years, he has been working over the frontier, helping developing worlds like Sentinel and Gorval, gotten married, had a son and garnered a hell of a reputation.

Equipment:
Shortbarrel Pistol
Combat Knife.

Other:

Malla

Name: Malla Stesnaia

Appearance:



Age: 72

Race: Ctarl-Ctarl

Skills:

Marksman (Working as member of the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire means you learn to get good with a pistol or die in glory.)
Close-Combat Specialist (Like all members of her race, she is loud, powerful and tough to take in a straight-up fight. She fights with her claws, her sword and anything else she can get her hands on.)
Beast-Form (Like all Ctarl-Ctarl, she is capable of transforming into a beastial state that grants immense strength and physical ability, although at the cost of their reason. The change is temporary, but devastating. Transforming consumes a lot of energy, so when tired or hungry, transforming is difficult, if not impossible.)
Natural Defenses (Ctarl-Ctarl are natural born warriors, as such, their bodies have evolved to reflect this. Her skin is impenetrable to small-arms and blades and even stabbing weapons have trouble with it. Although the larger caliber weapons are not as unthreatening.)

Personality: Loud, brash, bloodthirsty, but all-in-all, a good wife and mother. Ctarl-Ctarl are known for their single-mindedness and Malla is no exception. Born into a proud, yet small family, she has a chip on her shoulder and is more than willing to show others this. Quick to Anger, she usually needs to be kept in check by her husband, otherwise she lets her impulses get the better of her. She is immensely protective of her family. Any threats towards them are usually met with her transforming into her Beast-form.

Bio: Born into the Grao-Grao Family, she had to work for everything she got. Working her way into the military, working her way up to becoming captain of one of the Imperial Warships, she was like all other captains. Battle chants sang as the ship screamed towards their enemies, Pirate scum ripped apart with her bare claws, Space Forces fools ignored and fought for the honour of the Empire. All until she came into a fight against the Kura Pirates. She was unprepared for their Tao magics. Her ship was defeated and would have been captured, had Aegis-Steed Enterprises not intervened. Their warships combined were able to work together and defeat the pirates.

Afterwards, she became obsessed with the man that sullied her honour by helping her in a matter that she should have been able to do herself. Tracking him down, she tried to kill him, but instead, he managed to convince her to join him.

15 years down the line, they have a 10 year old son and they are married.

Equipment:

Caster (Casters are weapons that fire immensely powerful magic shells. They take many different forms. Guns, Staves, etc. Malla's takes the form of a Gauntlet.)
Sword (Made from Alemantine, an immensely strong material, capable of breaking even Cybornetics.)

Other:

Lance Stensaia

Name: Lance Stesnaia

Appearance:

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Age: 45

Race: Human

Skills:

Tao Magician (Tao magic is a mysterious and powerful. His takes on several forms, although he usually attacks by summoning a giant blue dragon made of fire. He is also able to summon barriers, fire energy-blasts and take control of cybornetics.)

Personality: Cold, calculating, but attempting to make himself a better person. Lance remains cold and distant to everyone, including his brother.

Bio: Second in line to the Stesnaia fortune, he grew tired of waiting for a fortune that he knew he would never achieve. He left home and quickly fell in with Pirates, learning their magics and raising through the ranks to become a pirate captain. However, as time went on, he found he was unable order the mass genocide that the Pirates called for. He had to escape. He ran to his brother and begged to be taken back.

Equipment:

Staff

Other:

Ship

Name: AES Trafalgar

Appearance:



Length: 300 meters

Armaments:
4x3 Beam Cannon batteries.
16x2 Heavy Flak Cannons.
16x4 AA batteries.
9x2 Missile launchers.

Crew: 300

Compliment:

10x Grappler-Fighters

3x Shuttles.

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@TheUnknowable God fucking dammit, it was working for a while...

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It had been a rather uneventful haul. A number of cargo ships from the Lo foundation needing protection through Kei Pirate territory. The Kei's had lost a lot of their fight after Hazanko, their leader, was killed by some punk Outlaw. On one hand, Gregorio wanted to thank the guy. Hazanko was thoroughly known to be completely and utterly insane. On the other hand, Pirate activity was what kept the money coming in and kept Trafalgar flying.

In the end, he didn't think much of it as he sat in his chair, watching the viewscreen at the front of the bridge as a number of the Grappler-ships in her arsenal performed some training maneuvers whilst they were out of the way of anything.

"Honey, I'm back!!!" A high-pitched voice screached as the doors to the bridge opened and Malla stepped out. Lance stepped out as well, Gregorio looked at his wife, then his older brother, then back at his wife and smiled.

"You didn't beat him too badly, did you?" he smiled.

"Please, if I wanted to kill your wife, I would have." Lance sneered. Malla walked behind the chair and draped herself over it.

"That means he lost baaaaaaad" she purred in his ear. Lance was about to walk over to one of the chairs to have a sit-down when he suddenly stopped. He looked at the view screen.

"Recall the fighters." he said.

"Why, you want to hear about how they whooped your sorry ass?" Malla asked.

"Will you quiet your drivelling mouth, something is happening out there... Something strange, I can feel it in the fabrics of the universe." he pressed his thumbs together, then hooking his middle fingers over the top of his index fingers, he pressed them together too and began to chant. "Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha." As he did, Gregorio sent out the order to return to the hangar. Finally, his eyes shot open. "Go to Sub-Ether, now." he ordered. Gregorio nodded to the bridge crew and the bridge exploded in voices and chatter.

"Sub-Ether engines charging, Munchausen drive online. Preparing for Sub-Ether penetration. They sat and watched as the fabric of reality was stretched around them, the immense engines at the back of the ship desperately whirring and trying to brake those surly bonds. Finally, a giant, blue mouth in space seemed to open up and swallow the ship whole. As it did, Gregorio instinctively jumped from his chair and wrapped his arms around his wife in an instinctual, if completely futile, attempt to save her.

Meanwhile, Deep Space Nine would bare whitness to the Wormhole fluctuating. A slightly red tinge wormed through the blue swirl, before it opened and belched out the Warship. It floated daintily through space as the inhabitants tried to quickly figure out just what the hell had happened.