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Haha, I agree.
Nothing wrong with having two ships from the same franchise in the fleet, especially with one as vast as Star Trek.
Nothing wrong with having two ships from the same franchise in the fleet, especially with one as vast as Star Trek.
Really Sep, you ought t onot confuse Kith and Kiith.... You'll make your new best friends looks like the bad guys!
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
Ariel Manaan was in her element. The situation was chaotic, the ship was somewhere completely unknown, and they were surrounded by people on strange ships never before seen by Hiigaran eyes. Before this, she had almost been getting bored of her assignment. Idling in front of a Hyperspace gate for weeks was not her idea of fun, though apparently the scientists enjoyed it. This though, this was everything she had hoped for on an exploration mission. Aliens that were not enemies of Hiigara. That she could turn into allies.
They had not yet received a response from the ships that had sent a signal, but that was a blessing anyway, as it gave them time to work out a translation program. The silence was hardly boring for her though, as the beginning of another exchange seemed to be going on between the signalling ship and another, spire like vessel. No signals were being sent that they could intercept, but the lack of shooting or offensive manoeuvres was quite telling.
As she watched, the many small contacts around the spire-ship seemed to suddenly take on a completely different motion, no longer moving randomly, but moving in careful and precise formation. She only saw the beginnings of the shape before she was interrupted by Kira’s voice, which had taken on a tone that oozed condescension and impatience. “I’ve finished your translator Captain. Can I go and do some real work now?” The question was asked sarcastically of course, and she was already descending the stairwell to the CIC at the back of the bridge. “Thank you Kira.” Saalen replied, evidently making an effort to keep his voice level. Ariel had to stop herself from smiling at the whole exchange. Kira’s self-righteous and superior behaviour always seemed ridiculous and amusing to her. The captain probably wouldn’t appreciate her bursting out laughing though, given he was usually on the receiving end.
Just as she looked back to the hologlobe, however, another signal came through, immediately being relayed over the bridges speakers.
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
Phillips turned quickly to glance as Lorne took charge of the SAR op, whatever going on it was probably a hellova more interesting that he was doing, but he’d do his job. Just as he was about to ask where the Tauron was an Ensign came into the CIC to the comm station and offered a salute. “Ensign Dunny reporting for duty.””All right son.” He handed over a headset that was connected to the comms system. “This message has played a couple of times from one of those unidentified ships out there. It bears resemblance to Caprican and the older Tauron Dialect, we need you to translate it.””Yessir.”
Phillips watched as the Ensigns face screwed up slightly obviously trying to understand what was being said. He watched as the tape finished playing and gave him a second to process it. “Well, what does it say?””They’re something called… Hiigarans and they called their ship the Tor-Selim. They say they’re explorers and something about peace.””Well thats a lot of fraking good, what are Hiigarans? What does Tor-Selim mean?””I don’t know sir, they don’t translate.””All right, send the following message. We are the Battlestar Columbia of the Colonial fleet. We will not fire unless fired upon however we do request our present coordinates as we appear to have jumped into uncharted space. Message ends.” The ensign nodded and then relayed the message. He waited listening to the faint static on his headset waiting for the response.
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
The message coming over the speakers held in a few places as the translation software worked, but it wasn’t long before Kira S’jets genius was once again proved. Once translated it told Ariel a number of things. These strangers evidently weren’t from this sector of space either, and their ship class was ‘battlestar.’ Ariel had never heard of it before, but if it was some kind of combat capable mothership, they definitely wanted it to remain friendly. The message sounded like it came from a military man, but it also sounded like they were open to peace. That was good.
Ariel continued watching the situation around the spire ship develop as she thought it was interesting, and she admired the skill of the spires pilots. A sudden, terrifying thought occurred to her. What if they were Khadeshi? no, that was ridiculous. If they were, the Tor-Selim would probably already be so much space dust, and despite the slight similarity in some areas, there were too many differences for it to be likely. Shaking that disturbing line of thought, she looked over at the comms officer to begin another transmission. When he indicated readiness, she began to speak, hoping that the translation program would not distort her message. “Battlestar Columbia, this is Hiigaran exploration carrier Tor-Selim. We appear to be just as foreign to this space as you, and cannot provide coordinates or charts. We intend no hostilities to anyone, and would prefer peaceful collaboration to combat.” With the message away, she looked back at the holo globe and awaited a response.
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
“Sir, incoming transmission.” He listened to it as it came through, and was surprised when it came through in pure Caprican. He nodded at the Ensign. “Return to your post.” The man saluted- “Sir.” before walking out of CIC. Phillips took off his headset and handed it back to the officer before walking back to the main central station in the CIC opposite the commander. “Sir, the first vessel to contact us is now transmitting in Caprican. They must either have found a way to translate it. They say they’re strangers here too.”
Lorne noticed that Phillips didn’t mention it, either these guys were playing them or they had some serious computer tech on board, he didn’t like where that could go with the possibility of the Cylons. However the voice while slightly distorted had still sounded human, or at least humanoid in nature. The Cylons themselves looked like walking chrome toasters and sounded nothing like a real person. He picked up the headset before speaking. “Put me through.””Aye sir.” The Comm officer flicked the relevant switches as he attached the line between the commanders phone piece and the transmitter. “You’re on sir.”
“This is Commander Tyrell Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia. I would like you to inform me how your ship ended up here and whatever it did that brought my ship here. This ship should be engaged in a crucial battle against hostile forces however instead I am currently stuck here trying to fix hull breaches and my FTL engine. If this is some kind of Cylon trap spare me the monologue and get it over with.”
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
The response that came through was not quite what Ariel had hoped for. The man in charge of this ship, as she assumed the man calling himself commander was, was quite blunt and seemed to be expecting some kind of trap. Accusing the Tor-Selim of bringing them all through was not a particularly diplomatic move either, but she wouldn’t allow herself to be insulted by it. In the background she heard Captain Saalen co-ordinating damage control, and in particular noticed when reports that the corvette launch bay was cleared and ready. Unfortunately they didn’t have the secondary manufacturing facilities online yet though, which meant she couldn’t conduct this negotiation from a diplomatic corvette. Still, a pulsar corvette might suffice. “Keep me connected.” She said as she walked off the bridge and started heading for the hangar.
“Commander Tyrell Lorne” She began as she walked. “We did not cause whatever event has placed our ships where they are. Our ship and its escorts were studying a Hyperspace gate not linked to the Eye of Aarran when we were pulled into Hyperspace. The drive was deactivated by the local gravity well and our ship sustained damage to a number of systems. I assure you if this is a trap, we did not set it. We don’t even know what a Cylon is. As a gesture of good faith, I am willing to board your ship via a Corvette and negotiate face to face.”
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
He didn’t like the idea of bringing people on his ship. Though in the situation, it was probably the only way that he could stall long enough to get the FTL engines online. He put down the mouth piece. “XO.””Sir””Send two squads of marines down to the port hanger deck. Have the bow section cleared of crew and have the Marines ready and waiting.””Yes sir.””Once that is done, take charge of the operations repairing the vessel that released the distress call.””Yes sir.””You have the con.” He picked up the comm piece and spoke into it. “I’ll send a flight wing over to escort you into the hanger. Manual landings only, the pad for you to land on will be lit up and you will then be lowered onto the hanger deck. Any hostile actions and you’ll be fired upon.” With that he put down the speaker piece and left the CIC.
Once he left two marines turned to tail him, as they always did tailing him everywhere. He moved to the cart that would move him from one part of the gigantic ship to another and stepped on it. The wind blowing right into his face as he stood on the platform. This was a hell of a fraking day, find themselves above an uncharted planet with uncharted ships and someone starts spouting about hyperspace gates? The first thing he did when he stepped off was move to the nearest phone, connecting himself to engineering. “This is the Commander, what is the status on the FTL drive.””We’ve managed to seal the leak sir, however we still need to re-pressurize the system. It shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes.””You’ve got ten.””Yes sir.” He threw the phone back on the hook and continued.
First bit of good news all day.
“This is Turbo, acknowledge orders. Fly to nearby ship and escort envoy. Red wing, you’re on me.” A group of five Vipers turned sharply off heading towards the ship where the envoy was supposedly coming from, as they approached they stopped without getting too close. There was no telling how these guys would react to a low pass over the hull or even circling them. So instead they just hovered in space.
“Tor-Selim this is Captain Anders, Callsign Turbo. I’m here to escort your envoy over to the Columbia. How copy?”
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
The commander of this ship certainly liked to threaten firing on people. Ariel thought as she acknowledged the response. She was just approaching the pulsar corvette when Saalen’s voice came over the comm. “The Hyperspace Core is online. We need only recall the fighters and we can leave, find somewhere with resources we can use to repair the worst of damage. Are you still sure you want to go through with this?” She could understand the desire to take the ship away from potential threats, but it was also her job to make threats into assets. She still held out hope for this ‘Battlestar.’ “Yes Captain I’m sure. I believe we’d be better off finding out what happened with allies rather than alone.” As the airlock to the corvettes interior opened she noticed the angular, utilitarian form of Hiigaran powered armour already within, and a weathered, dark skinned face staring down at her from under the helmets visor. The captain's voice came through again in response. “Alright, but I’m sending Jakuur with you. He’ll keep you safe.” A weary smile crept onto her face as she replied. The Captain certainly cared for his crew. “Yes, they’re already here.” She stepped into the vessels cramped interior and made her way to the front of the vessel, climbing into the form fitting pilots chair.
Once the ship was ready, it was detached from the massive cradle apparatus that held it in place in the hangar and transferred to the cavernous space of the carriers central bay. Ariel could see numerous spots on the roof of the bay where crews of men and women in eva suits were pulling away bent and broken material, and many more areas that had yet to feel the ministrations of the damage control teams. It was a very direct reminder of the damage the manufacturing facilities had taken, and she hated to see such a vital part of her ship in such a state. As quickly as she had noticed it however, her ship was whisked away to the corvette launch bay. She activated the engines and let the automated launch control guide the ship down the narrow, brightly lit corridor, taking control only as the ship cleared the bay edges. It was good to fly again, it had been too long.
Outside the ship, a respectful distance away, the promised escort was waiting. Ariel approached the ships, taking note of their design. They were diminutive vessels, smaller even than a Vaygr scout craft, but Ariel knew that that generally meant a ship was manoeuvrable. “This is Commander Ariel Manaan, callsign Diirvaas One. Acknowledging escort. Lead the way Turbo.”
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
“Well, that’s interesting.””What were your orders Turbo? I didn’t catch that.””Fall in behind and stick with your wing, I’ll lead the way.” He pulled on the stick, performing a 180 spin till he was facing completely the other way in a couple of seconds before kicking in the main engines however he kept the power low, having no idea how fast the larger ship was. He always thought a Raptor was a school bus but this was even bigger, and it had a great big cannon on the top. “Columbia this is Turbo. Just to give you a forewarning this ride has what appears to be a large cannon atop of it. Its also a fat ass bird, however so far it hasn’t made any threatening moves. Please advise.””Copy that Turbo, continue on your current heading. We’ll have heavy weapons shipped down to the marines in the hanger bay.”Affirmative.”
“Diirvaas one. Follow us in, we’ll lead you in.” They were half way back when a green window opened in space, out of nowhere. “Break, Break Break!” He pulled up on the Yoke and kicked in the engines as he did a quick flip and then flew back over the more sluggish ship from the alien vessel. DRADIS beeped, indicating a new contact. He had long ago adjusted the settings due to the amount of traffic so that meant that this was close. “New Contact, bearing 451 carom 129. Right behind us where the window was.” He flipped his nose again only to see what was barely left off a ship falling through space, venting atmosphere as lights flickered and he saw a couple of bodies fall out into space. “Columbia, this is Turbo. New contact is heavily damaged, please advise.””Bring your contact in, then we’ll sort out this new problem. We’re stretching ourselves thin as it is. We’ll sort out this new problem soon.” Turbo continued on the heading he was on before as he looked at what could only be described as a derelict. Gods be with them. was the only thing he could think as he looked at the chaos of the broken ship. He pulled back into formation as the approached the landing bay.
“Viper wing, I have you on scope. You have priority clearance to bring our guest in.””Copy that Columbia.” He turned his head to barely see the ship he was escorting. “Diirvaas one. Manual landings only, we’re going to pass through the bay and rejoin the CAP. When we pass underneath slow and use maneuvering thrusters to land in the central strip. You’ll need EVA suits to pass through unless your Airlock is compatible with ours. The commander will meet you up there.” This of course had all already been relayed to the Commander who was standing waiting at the other side of the airlock.
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
Things seemed to be going well for her mission until some kind of Hyperspace portal opened right on top of them. Despite its size, the Corvette she was piloting was remarkably manoeuvrable, not quite as nimble as the smaller craft of her escort, but enough to pull away and avoid damage. The ship that came through was in bad shape, trailing atmosphere and debris. Ariels first instinct was to help, but that would all be up to Captain Saalen now. She simply kept following the escort, doing her best to shut the plight of the crippled ship out of her mind.
“Acknowledged Turbo. It’s been a pleasure.” She said in reply to his approach instructions. It was unusual to have to land manually, Hiigaran ship all used automatic docking control on the final approach except when damage prevented it. Still, Ariel had trained for it, even if it wasn’t standard practice. When her escort passed by, she followed them in, keeping the ships speed at a minimum. The bay of the alien ship was cavernous, even more so than that of the Tor-Selim, and from its profile it seemed to have two of them. That certainly explained the enormous fighter compliment it had launched, a formation to rival any Vaygr strike force. She deployed the Corvettes planetary landing gear, something not used in Hiigaran hangars where the berths held ships perfectly. She came down as slowly as she could, having shut off the primary engines in case the superhot plasma they spewed out damage the deck of their gracious hosts. A loud thud marked contact with the hangar deck, the ships stabilisers only barely compensating as flight systems shut down and the ship settled. As the airlock settled against the flat surface of the corvette, Ariel climbed out of the pilots chair and made her way to the airlock. With luck, this was the beginning of a wonderful new alliance for the Hiigaran people.
Ariel Manaan was in her element. The situation was chaotic, the ship was somewhere completely unknown, and they were surrounded by people on strange ships never before seen by Hiigaran eyes. Before this, she had almost been getting bored of her assignment. Idling in front of a Hyperspace gate for weeks was not her idea of fun, though apparently the scientists enjoyed it. This though, this was everything she had hoped for on an exploration mission. Aliens that were not enemies of Hiigara. That she could turn into allies.
They had not yet received a response from the ships that had sent a signal, but that was a blessing anyway, as it gave them time to work out a translation program. The silence was hardly boring for her though, as the beginning of another exchange seemed to be going on between the signalling ship and another, spire like vessel. No signals were being sent that they could intercept, but the lack of shooting or offensive manoeuvres was quite telling.
As she watched, the many small contacts around the spire-ship seemed to suddenly take on a completely different motion, no longer moving randomly, but moving in careful and precise formation. She only saw the beginnings of the shape before she was interrupted by Kira’s voice, which had taken on a tone that oozed condescension and impatience. “I’ve finished your translator Captain. Can I go and do some real work now?” The question was asked sarcastically of course, and she was already descending the stairwell to the CIC at the back of the bridge. “Thank you Kira.” Saalen replied, evidently making an effort to keep his voice level. Ariel had to stop herself from smiling at the whole exchange. Kira’s self-righteous and superior behaviour always seemed ridiculous and amusing to her. The captain probably wouldn’t appreciate her bursting out laughing though, given he was usually on the receiving end.
Just as she looked back to the hologlobe, however, another signal came through, immediately being relayed over the bridges speakers.
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
Phillips turned quickly to glance as Lorne took charge of the SAR op, whatever going on it was probably a hellova more interesting that he was doing, but he’d do his job. Just as he was about to ask where the Tauron was an Ensign came into the CIC to the comm station and offered a salute. “Ensign Dunny reporting for duty.””All right son.” He handed over a headset that was connected to the comms system. “This message has played a couple of times from one of those unidentified ships out there. It bears resemblance to Caprican and the older Tauron Dialect, we need you to translate it.””Yessir.”
Phillips watched as the Ensigns face screwed up slightly obviously trying to understand what was being said. He watched as the tape finished playing and gave him a second to process it. “Well, what does it say?””They’re something called… Hiigarans and they called their ship the Tor-Selim. They say they’re explorers and something about peace.””Well thats a lot of fraking good, what are Hiigarans? What does Tor-Selim mean?””I don’t know sir, they don’t translate.””All right, send the following message. We are the Battlestar Columbia of the Colonial fleet. We will not fire unless fired upon however we do request our present coordinates as we appear to have jumped into uncharted space. Message ends.” The ensign nodded and then relayed the message. He waited listening to the faint static on his headset waiting for the response.
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
The message coming over the speakers held in a few places as the translation software worked, but it wasn’t long before Kira S’jets genius was once again proved. Once translated it told Ariel a number of things. These strangers evidently weren’t from this sector of space either, and their ship class was ‘battlestar.’ Ariel had never heard of it before, but if it was some kind of combat capable mothership, they definitely wanted it to remain friendly. The message sounded like it came from a military man, but it also sounded like they were open to peace. That was good.
Ariel continued watching the situation around the spire ship develop as she thought it was interesting, and she admired the skill of the spires pilots. A sudden, terrifying thought occurred to her. What if they were Khadeshi? no, that was ridiculous. If they were, the Tor-Selim would probably already be so much space dust, and despite the slight similarity in some areas, there were too many differences for it to be likely. Shaking that disturbing line of thought, she looked over at the comms officer to begin another transmission. When he indicated readiness, she began to speak, hoping that the translation program would not distort her message. “Battlestar Columbia, this is Hiigaran exploration carrier Tor-Selim. We appear to be just as foreign to this space as you, and cannot provide coordinates or charts. We intend no hostilities to anyone, and would prefer peaceful collaboration to combat.” With the message away, she looked back at the holo globe and awaited a response.
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
“Sir, incoming transmission.” He listened to it as it came through, and was surprised when it came through in pure Caprican. He nodded at the Ensign. “Return to your post.” The man saluted- “Sir.” before walking out of CIC. Phillips took off his headset and handed it back to the officer before walking back to the main central station in the CIC opposite the commander. “Sir, the first vessel to contact us is now transmitting in Caprican. They must either have found a way to translate it. They say they’re strangers here too.”
Lorne noticed that Phillips didn’t mention it, either these guys were playing them or they had some serious computer tech on board, he didn’t like where that could go with the possibility of the Cylons. However the voice while slightly distorted had still sounded human, or at least humanoid in nature. The Cylons themselves looked like walking chrome toasters and sounded nothing like a real person. He picked up the headset before speaking. “Put me through.””Aye sir.” The Comm officer flicked the relevant switches as he attached the line between the commanders phone piece and the transmitter. “You’re on sir.”
“This is Commander Tyrell Lorne of the Battlestar Columbia. I would like you to inform me how your ship ended up here and whatever it did that brought my ship here. This ship should be engaged in a crucial battle against hostile forces however instead I am currently stuck here trying to fix hull breaches and my FTL engine. If this is some kind of Cylon trap spare me the monologue and get it over with.”
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
The response that came through was not quite what Ariel had hoped for. The man in charge of this ship, as she assumed the man calling himself commander was, was quite blunt and seemed to be expecting some kind of trap. Accusing the Tor-Selim of bringing them all through was not a particularly diplomatic move either, but she wouldn’t allow herself to be insulted by it. In the background she heard Captain Saalen co-ordinating damage control, and in particular noticed when reports that the corvette launch bay was cleared and ready. Unfortunately they didn’t have the secondary manufacturing facilities online yet though, which meant she couldn’t conduct this negotiation from a diplomatic corvette. Still, a pulsar corvette might suffice. “Keep me connected.” She said as she walked off the bridge and started heading for the hangar.
“Commander Tyrell Lorne” She began as she walked. “We did not cause whatever event has placed our ships where they are. Our ship and its escorts were studying a Hyperspace gate not linked to the Eye of Aarran when we were pulled into Hyperspace. The drive was deactivated by the local gravity well and our ship sustained damage to a number of systems. I assure you if this is a trap, we did not set it. We don’t even know what a Cylon is. As a gesture of good faith, I am willing to board your ship via a Corvette and negotiate face to face.”
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
He didn’t like the idea of bringing people on his ship. Though in the situation, it was probably the only way that he could stall long enough to get the FTL engines online. He put down the mouth piece. “XO.””Sir””Send two squads of marines down to the port hanger deck. Have the bow section cleared of crew and have the Marines ready and waiting.””Yes sir.””Once that is done, take charge of the operations repairing the vessel that released the distress call.””Yes sir.””You have the con.” He picked up the comm piece and spoke into it. “I’ll send a flight wing over to escort you into the hanger. Manual landings only, the pad for you to land on will be lit up and you will then be lowered onto the hanger deck. Any hostile actions and you’ll be fired upon.” With that he put down the speaker piece and left the CIC.
Once he left two marines turned to tail him, as they always did tailing him everywhere. He moved to the cart that would move him from one part of the gigantic ship to another and stepped on it. The wind blowing right into his face as he stood on the platform. This was a hell of a fraking day, find themselves above an uncharted planet with uncharted ships and someone starts spouting about hyperspace gates? The first thing he did when he stepped off was move to the nearest phone, connecting himself to engineering. “This is the Commander, what is the status on the FTL drive.””We’ve managed to seal the leak sir, however we still need to re-pressurize the system. It shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes.””You’ve got ten.””Yes sir.” He threw the phone back on the hook and continued.
First bit of good news all day.
“This is Turbo, acknowledge orders. Fly to nearby ship and escort envoy. Red wing, you’re on me.” A group of five Vipers turned sharply off heading towards the ship where the envoy was supposedly coming from, as they approached they stopped without getting too close. There was no telling how these guys would react to a low pass over the hull or even circling them. So instead they just hovered in space.
“Tor-Selim this is Captain Anders, Callsign Turbo. I’m here to escort your envoy over to the Columbia. How copy?”
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
The commander of this ship certainly liked to threaten firing on people. Ariel thought as she acknowledged the response. She was just approaching the pulsar corvette when Saalen’s voice came over the comm. “The Hyperspace Core is online. We need only recall the fighters and we can leave, find somewhere with resources we can use to repair the worst of damage. Are you still sure you want to go through with this?” She could understand the desire to take the ship away from potential threats, but it was also her job to make threats into assets. She still held out hope for this ‘Battlestar.’ “Yes Captain I’m sure. I believe we’d be better off finding out what happened with allies rather than alone.” As the airlock to the corvettes interior opened she noticed the angular, utilitarian form of Hiigaran powered armour already within, and a weathered, dark skinned face staring down at her from under the helmets visor. The captain's voice came through again in response. “Alright, but I’m sending Jakuur with you. He’ll keep you safe.” A weary smile crept onto her face as she replied. The Captain certainly cared for his crew. “Yes, they’re already here.” She stepped into the vessels cramped interior and made her way to the front of the vessel, climbing into the form fitting pilots chair.
Once the ship was ready, it was detached from the massive cradle apparatus that held it in place in the hangar and transferred to the cavernous space of the carriers central bay. Ariel could see numerous spots on the roof of the bay where crews of men and women in eva suits were pulling away bent and broken material, and many more areas that had yet to feel the ministrations of the damage control teams. It was a very direct reminder of the damage the manufacturing facilities had taken, and she hated to see such a vital part of her ship in such a state. As quickly as she had noticed it however, her ship was whisked away to the corvette launch bay. She activated the engines and let the automated launch control guide the ship down the narrow, brightly lit corridor, taking control only as the ship cleared the bay edges. It was good to fly again, it had been too long.
Outside the ship, a respectful distance away, the promised escort was waiting. Ariel approached the ships, taking note of their design. They were diminutive vessels, smaller even than a Vaygr scout craft, but Ariel knew that that generally meant a ship was manoeuvrable. “This is Commander Ariel Manaan, callsign Diirvaas One. Acknowledging escort. Lead the way Turbo.”
BS-14 Battlestar Columbia
“Well, that’s interesting.””What were your orders Turbo? I didn’t catch that.””Fall in behind and stick with your wing, I’ll lead the way.” He pulled on the stick, performing a 180 spin till he was facing completely the other way in a couple of seconds before kicking in the main engines however he kept the power low, having no idea how fast the larger ship was. He always thought a Raptor was a school bus but this was even bigger, and it had a great big cannon on the top. “Columbia this is Turbo. Just to give you a forewarning this ride has what appears to be a large cannon atop of it. Its also a fat ass bird, however so far it hasn’t made any threatening moves. Please advise.””Copy that Turbo, continue on your current heading. We’ll have heavy weapons shipped down to the marines in the hanger bay.”Affirmative.”
“Diirvaas one. Follow us in, we’ll lead you in.” They were half way back when a green window opened in space, out of nowhere. “Break, Break Break!” He pulled up on the Yoke and kicked in the engines as he did a quick flip and then flew back over the more sluggish ship from the alien vessel. DRADIS beeped, indicating a new contact. He had long ago adjusted the settings due to the amount of traffic so that meant that this was close. “New Contact, bearing 451 carom 129. Right behind us where the window was.” He flipped his nose again only to see what was barely left off a ship falling through space, venting atmosphere as lights flickered and he saw a couple of bodies fall out into space. “Columbia, this is Turbo. New contact is heavily damaged, please advise.””Bring your contact in, then we’ll sort out this new problem. We’re stretching ourselves thin as it is. We’ll sort out this new problem soon.” Turbo continued on the heading he was on before as he looked at what could only be described as a derelict. Gods be with them. was the only thing he could think as he looked at the chaos of the broken ship. He pulled back into formation as the approached the landing bay.
“Viper wing, I have you on scope. You have priority clearance to bring our guest in.””Copy that Columbia.” He turned his head to barely see the ship he was escorting. “Diirvaas one. Manual landings only, we’re going to pass through the bay and rejoin the CAP. When we pass underneath slow and use maneuvering thrusters to land in the central strip. You’ll need EVA suits to pass through unless your Airlock is compatible with ours. The commander will meet you up there.” This of course had all already been relayed to the Commander who was standing waiting at the other side of the airlock.
S’jet Exploration Carrier Tor-Selim
Things seemed to be going well for her mission until some kind of Hyperspace portal opened right on top of them. Despite its size, the Corvette she was piloting was remarkably manoeuvrable, not quite as nimble as the smaller craft of her escort, but enough to pull away and avoid damage. The ship that came through was in bad shape, trailing atmosphere and debris. Ariels first instinct was to help, but that would all be up to Captain Saalen now. She simply kept following the escort, doing her best to shut the plight of the crippled ship out of her mind.
“Acknowledged Turbo. It’s been a pleasure.” She said in reply to his approach instructions. It was unusual to have to land manually, Hiigaran ship all used automatic docking control on the final approach except when damage prevented it. Still, Ariel had trained for it, even if it wasn’t standard practice. When her escort passed by, she followed them in, keeping the ships speed at a minimum. The bay of the alien ship was cavernous, even more so than that of the Tor-Selim, and from its profile it seemed to have two of them. That certainly explained the enormous fighter compliment it had launched, a formation to rival any Vaygr strike force. She deployed the Corvettes planetary landing gear, something not used in Hiigaran hangars where the berths held ships perfectly. She came down as slowly as she could, having shut off the primary engines in case the superhot plasma they spewed out damage the deck of their gracious hosts. A loud thud marked contact with the hangar deck, the ships stabilisers only barely compensating as flight systems shut down and the ship settled. As the airlock settled against the flat surface of the corvette, Ariel climbed out of the pilots chair and made her way to the airlock. With luck, this was the beginning of a wonderful new alliance for the Hiigaran people.
Haha, pretty much why I technobabble too.
Just pick a ship thats lacking on the science crew and you'll be fine.
Just pick a ship thats lacking on the science crew and you'll be fine.
Oh my god, an entirely new person! This is a surprising turn of events.
In the empty space far above the harsh sands of Tatooine, a shimmering point of energy appeared, hanging in space. Slowly, lazily, the point expanded in two directions to create a line. When the line reached the correct length it expanded, again in two directions, forming a translucent square of energy in space. It flickered between cool blue and vibrant golden-yellow, and for a moment simply hung in space. When the moment passed the square of energy began to move, tracing the path of a perfect rectangular prism through space. Quickly extending from the trailing edge of the plane of energy, as though it were always there and the energy were simply revealing its presence, first an array of sensor spines, then the blunt prow of a ship. In a short time, an entire ship had been deposited by the flickering pane of energy, and when it was clear of the ships stern it repeated the process that had brought it into existence, only in reverse, winking out of existence as suddenly and inexplicably as it had been created.
The scene on the ships bridge as it exited Hyperspace was chaotic. The moment the Hyperspace Core shut off the entire ship shook violently for a few seconds, the effects of coming out of Hyperspace too close to the planet's gravity well. Crewmen were thrown across the bridge, lights flickered as power was disrupted and in the middle of it all, the aging Captain Saalen Mannaan fought valiantly to remain standing - a battle he lost. When the shaking subsided, Saalen unceremoniously picked himself up and dusted down his uniform before surveying his bridge. The bridge crew were slowly picking themselves up, some far slower than others. Saalen tapped the communicator on his lapel, a small device in the shape of the Angel Moon insignia of the Hiigaran fleet “Medical team to the Bridge.” He said quickly. No doubt the medical teams would be needed everywhere right now, but much of the ship could operate without crew as long as the bridge could co-ordinate it. It was paramount his Bridge crew be in the best possible condition to deal with whatever threat they were facing. As people scrambled back to their stations, at least those that weren’t too injured to do so, he spoke again, his voice firm and commanding. “Report. Sensors, Damage control. Tell me where we are and what condition we’re in.”
As his officers worked, he strode to the large window that made up the front the bridge. The view was wrong. All wrong. Gone were the vibrant colours of space, and the massive silhouette of the Progenitor Hyperspace gate the ship had been studying. Instead, he was faced with a plane of blackness filled with tiny points of light - the kind of view one only saw if they looked to the edge of the galaxy. On the edge of the view, far below the ship, the pale sands of a desert planet could be seen. It was not a planet Saalen had ever seen.
“Sir” The voice of his damage control officer broke his reverie, a young dark-skinned man from Kiith Paktu. “Minor structural damage to all systems consistent with forced exit from Hyperspace. The Hyperspace Core is offline and the wake jump module reports major damage.” He paused for a moment, evidently listening to more damage reports coming in from other sections of the ship. The sensor officer, a Manaani woman whose voice never seemed to take on any real emotion, a character trait apparently required in Fleet Intelligence officers, capitalised on the moment. “Captain, the ship has dropped out of hyperspace in a completely unknown part of the galaxy. None of the stars match any constellations on record and the planet beneath us is not on record. We are not detecting the other ships in the flotilla, but we are not detecting any wreckage either. We are detecting three other large structures nearby. Two of them appear to be Mothership class vessels of unknown origin.” The moment she stopped talking the damage control officer continued his report. “Sir the primary and secondary manufacturing plants have suffered heavy damage. They are both offline, damage control teams are working to ascertain the extent of the damage. Tertiary facilities reporting that they’ll be active again in a few minutes. The frigate berth has suffered severe damage but the fighter launch bay is reporting readiness. Corvette Launch bay estimates fifteen minutes for readiness. Recovery bays are also undamaged, and report readiness. Hyperspace Core should be online again in thirty minutes.” Saalen simply nodded at his officers reports. The ship was in a bad way. As a carrier, the Tor-Selim was meant to support a fleet, largely through the use of its many bays and manufacturing plants, but with the majority of those out of action, there would be very little fleet supporting going on. Saalen just considered himself lucky to still have sensors and a way to launch the fighter compliment. That and apparently no hostiles bearing down on them.
Saalen turned away from the window and looked over his bridge as he began to issue orders. Just because the ships primary functionality was crippled didn’t mean she was helpless. “I want all strike craft on stand by for launch -” Saalen was cut off as the voice of Fleet Intelligence once again rang out. “One of the Mothership class vessels has begun to move away from us. It appears to be launching fighter craft.” A curse escaped Saalen’s lips as he turned to look at the large spherical holographic projection in the center of the bridge. He leant against the guardrail - the projection spanned two decks, extending into the CIC below them where the majority of the Fleet Intelligence officers worked to keep its projection up to date and relevant. He could hear the noise of their frantic discussion below. The holographic projection showed the fll area that the ships sensors covered, though could be easily manipulated to show parts of it in detail. Saalen zoomed the projection in on the Mothership as it moved away. It was an odd shape, presently coloured yellow within the projection. It had a myriad of yellow dots flying around it in formation, seemingly a defensive formation. “Launch interceptors, assume a defensive formation.” Saalen said, knowing that the order would be heard by the right crewman.
Almost immediately a the order was acknowledged, Fleet Intelligence made yet another announcement. “We’re receiving a signal. It appears to be coming from the active Mothership class vessel.” Moments passed before CIC determined that it was an audio transmission and played it over the bridge speakers. It sounded strangely similar to one of the dialects used by a member race of the Vaygr. Saalen couldn’t place what was being said, but he gathered that it was probably a request for identification. A broadcast like that was close to the top of his own priorities after all. He tapped his communicator again and looked over at the comms officer. When the officer nodded Saalen began to speak. “This is the Hiigaran vessel Tor-Selim. We are peaceful explorers and do not seek conflict, but we will respond in kind if attacked.” First contact was not really Saalen’s specialty, but Ariel, his first officer and diplomat, had not yet arrived on the bridge. He looked at the comms officer again and gave additional orders. “I want that message translated into the nearest dialect we have to the incoming transmission and sent back on the same frequency.”
Almost the moment after he finished, Ariel Manaan finally arrived on the bridge. She looked worse for the wear, battered and bruised, a small cut above one eye that had been hastily patched, probably by the med team in the halls outside the bridge. It was evident she had hastily thrown her uniform on and was still fastening the last few buttons even as she rushed onto the bridge. As was standard practice, the reports and status of the ship had been relayed to her already by fleet intelligence the better to ensure efficiency in command. “You have the bridge Ariel.” He said as he began to leave. “Kira, get to the bridge immediately. I want answers.” He said into his communicator as he strode off his bridge into the ship's corridors. He had no doubt that he poking and prodding of the hyperspace gate had somehow caused all this and he needed to know how to get back to where they were.
Kira S’jet was in fact already on the way to the ships bridge when the order came through. Not to talk to the Captain though. He was bright enough for his job, but like all military men in command positions, he was always asking questions of scientists about things he wouldn’t understand anyway. She was simply on her way to the CIC, to make use of the efficient data analysis and interrogate some of the sensor specialists. As she rounded the corner to the bridge, she very nearly collided with the captain, who had apparently decided he had no faith in her and come to seek her out. If it were anyone else she might’ve simply kept going and ignored them, but the captain would just follow her if she did that. Instead she gave him a withering glare and waited for his inevitable inane questions. “What happened Kira?” He asked. She didn’t really know the specifics of it herself yet but she still had an answer for him. “You dropped us out of hyperspace next a planet.” The response was instant and defensive as she expected. “I didn’t- Dammit, Never mind. Whatever it is you’ve done has dropped us in the middle of an unknown fleet of very large ships. I need you to come and translate their languages so we live long enough to start assigning the blame.” Kira sighed. Surely he could find someone else to do such mundane work. Of course she was smart enough, but there were better things to do than translation. Like analysing the data from the hyperspace journey, or scanning the area to find any possible leftover anomalies from the unusual jump. “Find someone else. You have plenty of qualified S’jet in Fleet Intelligence for that. I’m going to do what I came here to do. Study Hyperspace.” She tried to push past the captain and continue to the CIC, but the captain caught her by the arm and turned her to face him. “The man responsible for that just got taken out of there on a stretcher. Now if you want to live long enough to study hyperspace, you’ll translate the languages of the people pointing guns at us.” Kira pulled away from him the moment his grip loosened, her unhappiness evident on her face. “Don’t touch me.” Was all she said before storming off to the CIC, already starting to think in terms of language.
The scene on the ships bridge as it exited Hyperspace was chaotic. The moment the Hyperspace Core shut off the entire ship shook violently for a few seconds, the effects of coming out of Hyperspace too close to the planet's gravity well. Crewmen were thrown across the bridge, lights flickered as power was disrupted and in the middle of it all, the aging Captain Saalen Mannaan fought valiantly to remain standing - a battle he lost. When the shaking subsided, Saalen unceremoniously picked himself up and dusted down his uniform before surveying his bridge. The bridge crew were slowly picking themselves up, some far slower than others. Saalen tapped the communicator on his lapel, a small device in the shape of the Angel Moon insignia of the Hiigaran fleet “Medical team to the Bridge.” He said quickly. No doubt the medical teams would be needed everywhere right now, but much of the ship could operate without crew as long as the bridge could co-ordinate it. It was paramount his Bridge crew be in the best possible condition to deal with whatever threat they were facing. As people scrambled back to their stations, at least those that weren’t too injured to do so, he spoke again, his voice firm and commanding. “Report. Sensors, Damage control. Tell me where we are and what condition we’re in.”
As his officers worked, he strode to the large window that made up the front the bridge. The view was wrong. All wrong. Gone were the vibrant colours of space, and the massive silhouette of the Progenitor Hyperspace gate the ship had been studying. Instead, he was faced with a plane of blackness filled with tiny points of light - the kind of view one only saw if they looked to the edge of the galaxy. On the edge of the view, far below the ship, the pale sands of a desert planet could be seen. It was not a planet Saalen had ever seen.
“Sir” The voice of his damage control officer broke his reverie, a young dark-skinned man from Kiith Paktu. “Minor structural damage to all systems consistent with forced exit from Hyperspace. The Hyperspace Core is offline and the wake jump module reports major damage.” He paused for a moment, evidently listening to more damage reports coming in from other sections of the ship. The sensor officer, a Manaani woman whose voice never seemed to take on any real emotion, a character trait apparently required in Fleet Intelligence officers, capitalised on the moment. “Captain, the ship has dropped out of hyperspace in a completely unknown part of the galaxy. None of the stars match any constellations on record and the planet beneath us is not on record. We are not detecting the other ships in the flotilla, but we are not detecting any wreckage either. We are detecting three other large structures nearby. Two of them appear to be Mothership class vessels of unknown origin.” The moment she stopped talking the damage control officer continued his report. “Sir the primary and secondary manufacturing plants have suffered heavy damage. They are both offline, damage control teams are working to ascertain the extent of the damage. Tertiary facilities reporting that they’ll be active again in a few minutes. The frigate berth has suffered severe damage but the fighter launch bay is reporting readiness. Corvette Launch bay estimates fifteen minutes for readiness. Recovery bays are also undamaged, and report readiness. Hyperspace Core should be online again in thirty minutes.” Saalen simply nodded at his officers reports. The ship was in a bad way. As a carrier, the Tor-Selim was meant to support a fleet, largely through the use of its many bays and manufacturing plants, but with the majority of those out of action, there would be very little fleet supporting going on. Saalen just considered himself lucky to still have sensors and a way to launch the fighter compliment. That and apparently no hostiles bearing down on them.
Saalen turned away from the window and looked over his bridge as he began to issue orders. Just because the ships primary functionality was crippled didn’t mean she was helpless. “I want all strike craft on stand by for launch -” Saalen was cut off as the voice of Fleet Intelligence once again rang out. “One of the Mothership class vessels has begun to move away from us. It appears to be launching fighter craft.” A curse escaped Saalen’s lips as he turned to look at the large spherical holographic projection in the center of the bridge. He leant against the guardrail - the projection spanned two decks, extending into the CIC below them where the majority of the Fleet Intelligence officers worked to keep its projection up to date and relevant. He could hear the noise of their frantic discussion below. The holographic projection showed the fll area that the ships sensors covered, though could be easily manipulated to show parts of it in detail. Saalen zoomed the projection in on the Mothership as it moved away. It was an odd shape, presently coloured yellow within the projection. It had a myriad of yellow dots flying around it in formation, seemingly a defensive formation. “Launch interceptors, assume a defensive formation.” Saalen said, knowing that the order would be heard by the right crewman.
Almost immediately a the order was acknowledged, Fleet Intelligence made yet another announcement. “We’re receiving a signal. It appears to be coming from the active Mothership class vessel.” Moments passed before CIC determined that it was an audio transmission and played it over the bridge speakers. It sounded strangely similar to one of the dialects used by a member race of the Vaygr. Saalen couldn’t place what was being said, but he gathered that it was probably a request for identification. A broadcast like that was close to the top of his own priorities after all. He tapped his communicator again and looked over at the comms officer. When the officer nodded Saalen began to speak. “This is the Hiigaran vessel Tor-Selim. We are peaceful explorers and do not seek conflict, but we will respond in kind if attacked.” First contact was not really Saalen’s specialty, but Ariel, his first officer and diplomat, had not yet arrived on the bridge. He looked at the comms officer again and gave additional orders. “I want that message translated into the nearest dialect we have to the incoming transmission and sent back on the same frequency.”
Almost the moment after he finished, Ariel Manaan finally arrived on the bridge. She looked worse for the wear, battered and bruised, a small cut above one eye that had been hastily patched, probably by the med team in the halls outside the bridge. It was evident she had hastily thrown her uniform on and was still fastening the last few buttons even as she rushed onto the bridge. As was standard practice, the reports and status of the ship had been relayed to her already by fleet intelligence the better to ensure efficiency in command. “You have the bridge Ariel.” He said as he began to leave. “Kira, get to the bridge immediately. I want answers.” He said into his communicator as he strode off his bridge into the ship's corridors. He had no doubt that he poking and prodding of the hyperspace gate had somehow caused all this and he needed to know how to get back to where they were.
Kira S’jet was in fact already on the way to the ships bridge when the order came through. Not to talk to the Captain though. He was bright enough for his job, but like all military men in command positions, he was always asking questions of scientists about things he wouldn’t understand anyway. She was simply on her way to the CIC, to make use of the efficient data analysis and interrogate some of the sensor specialists. As she rounded the corner to the bridge, she very nearly collided with the captain, who had apparently decided he had no faith in her and come to seek her out. If it were anyone else she might’ve simply kept going and ignored them, but the captain would just follow her if she did that. Instead she gave him a withering glare and waited for his inevitable inane questions. “What happened Kira?” He asked. She didn’t really know the specifics of it herself yet but she still had an answer for him. “You dropped us out of hyperspace next a planet.” The response was instant and defensive as she expected. “I didn’t- Dammit, Never mind. Whatever it is you’ve done has dropped us in the middle of an unknown fleet of very large ships. I need you to come and translate their languages so we live long enough to start assigning the blame.” Kira sighed. Surely he could find someone else to do such mundane work. Of course she was smart enough, but there were better things to do than translation. Like analysing the data from the hyperspace journey, or scanning the area to find any possible leftover anomalies from the unusual jump. “Find someone else. You have plenty of qualified S’jet in Fleet Intelligence for that. I’m going to do what I came here to do. Study Hyperspace.” She tried to push past the captain and continue to the CIC, but the captain caught her by the arm and turned her to face him. “The man responsible for that just got taken out of there on a stretcher. Now if you want to live long enough to study hyperspace, you’ll translate the languages of the people pointing guns at us.” Kira pulled away from him the moment his grip loosened, her unhappiness evident on her face. “Don’t touch me.” Was all she said before storming off to the CIC, already starting to think in terms of language.
Matt you know that you can fit a company of marines and all their toys on a (much smaller) Strike Cruiser with room to spare. Chapters operated out of cruisers during the Heresy Era with no trouble at all.
Also, marines don't take up all that much space. Think about this: we can, right now, fit 5,680 people on a 332.8 meter long carrier (Nimitz Class) designed to hold a huge number of aircraft which, while nowhere near the size of a thunderhawk, still take up a considerable amount of space. While a marine ina rmour would most likely find the corridors in such a ship impossible to navigate, the scale should still make a point on its own. Even if you doubled the size of the rooms to account for it, you'd still get a good 2000 people on it.
Incidentally, Thunderhawks are barely pushing thirty meters. Source http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Thunderhawk#.U4vVDChqFNU (Taken from a Forge World Imperial Armour Book, which is only one step removed from a Codex in terms of Canon.)
I'm pretty sure you could comfortably downsize to a 2km cruiser and keep all the toys, and if its a heresy era ship, as many are, it may very well have a teleporter. Also, the mechanicus can still build a lot of their lost tech, they just cant improve it as they don't understand it, as well as generally taking a very long time to build it.
Also, marines don't take up all that much space. Think about this: we can, right now, fit 5,680 people on a 332.8 meter long carrier (Nimitz Class) designed to hold a huge number of aircraft which, while nowhere near the size of a thunderhawk, still take up a considerable amount of space. While a marine ina rmour would most likely find the corridors in such a ship impossible to navigate, the scale should still make a point on its own. Even if you doubled the size of the rooms to account for it, you'd still get a good 2000 people on it.
Incidentally, Thunderhawks are barely pushing thirty meters. Source http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Thunderhawk#.U4vVDChqFNU (Taken from a Forge World Imperial Armour Book, which is only one step removed from a Codex in terms of Canon.)
I'm pretty sure you could comfortably downsize to a 2km cruiser and keep all the toys, and if its a heresy era ship, as many are, it may very well have a teleporter. Also, the mechanicus can still build a lot of their lost tech, they just cant improve it as they don't understand it, as well as generally taking a very long time to build it.
Statement: I may may bring an HK unit along for this.
Clarification: That is, if I am able to work up sufficient insanity to join yet another RP...
Clarification: That is, if I am able to work up sufficient insanity to join yet another RP...
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