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Offline [Astral|Zephyr]™

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #570 on: May 20, 2015, 07:15:41 pm »
Oookay... so Apparently people are finding it hard to post as Spy said, so I'll make this post as a stepping stone so we can move on. Also to Whalecow, I don't mind you taking a different approach from the options I gave you, that was indeed a creative choice that was outside the box. But the kid on board the PMC Dreadnought feels kinda forced imho. But no worries, Spy seems to have fixed the issue & I have a small solution of my own for this in this post. :P

Anyways, enough about that. On with the post. This will just be a short one. :P
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Location: Sector 88F [Uncharted Space], Border of Charted Space
Time: 40 minutes before the ADF arrives

Play this song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=387XQtOGnGM

A Gunship warps out from the wormhole & entered the battlefield. The Situation looks grim, there were a lot of ships in the area & there was weapons fire all over the place. The 2 occupants takes a quick look around. The situation looks bleak for their allies. The Kamisho fleet was being pummeled relentlessly, & are struggling to gain some distance so they can warp out. Apparently the aggressors were not going to let that happen. Whoever they are, they weren't pirates, or even run off the mill mercenaries. They could tell that the attackers were highly trained units, evident by how their forces move & attack with high efficiency. A mercenary group wouldn't have the capabilities to engage in military operations like this. Chances are, the aggressors were PMC's, apparently a high tier one at that. The 2 occupants quickly contacted the Captain.

Astral: Captain, we've arrived at the battlefield.
Zephyr: What's your status?
Captain: [4D screen] We're holding off as best we can! But we can't warp out in the current situation! Some of the ships are immobilized & some are in critical condition! But that's not the worst part! Our Dreadnought is carrying scientists! They're civilians!
Zephyr: What!?
Astral: Captain, can't you warp out? You need to get them somewhere safe!
Captain: [4D screen] We can't! If we try to leave the entire fleet will fall! The losses will be catastrophic! The enemy is also preventing us from warping out! They've got disruptors & tractor beams! If we attempt to scatter we're all going to be pulverized to death! Our Dreadnought is also not in a very good shape either! Unless reinforcements arrive & allow us to regroup, we won't be able to warp out!
Zephyr: How long untill reinforcements arrive?
Captain: [4D screen] ETA 1 hour! But we won't last that long unless someone takes care of the enemy's flagship! We don't have enough forces to spare to take it out! We're outnumbered!
Astral: All right, sit tight Captain, we'll take care of that Dreadnought for you & buy you some time.
Zephyr: In the meantime, try to regroup your forces to a more advantageous formation & hold out.
Astral: As soon as you find the chance, warp out immediately.
Captain: [4D screen] But... what about you?
Zephyr: Don't worry about us.
Astral: We'll be fine.
Zephyr: Just focus on getting everyone to safety.
Captain: [4D screen] ...Please, be careful.
Astral & Zephyr: You too, Captain.

With that they cut off the transmission. The Captain sent the coordinates for the PMC Dreadnought, the 2 of them wasted no time & lurched towards the Dreadnought, all the while cloaked & avoiding enemy fire that's all over the place. The entire area is like one huge death trap with weapons firing everywhere. The Gunship weaved through, taking occasional fire all the while until it reached the hangars of the PMC Dreadnought.
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Location: PMC Dreadnought [A.D. Scorpion Stinger], Hangar Bay 3
Time: 30 minutes before the ADF arrived

The damaged Gunship charged towards the hangars & lands hard inside of it. The 2 occupants immediately steps out & stares at the soldiers that were surprised. 2 Reapers, a man that looks 25 with whitish hair, & a woman that looks 24 with black long hair. They wasted no time & confronted the soldiers, hoping they would listen, even if hope was virtually non-existent.

Astral: Well, I know that we didn't exactly made the best of entries...
Zephyr: But we'd like you to hear us out.
Astral: We don't know who hired you-
Zephyr: -But we need you to stop firing this instant-
Astral: -They got civilians on that ship---

Play this song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noz93A-EJyw

Note: Continue to play the song until a notice to stop or to play a different song appears.

Shots immediately rang out as the soldiers clad in gray armor with dark orange linings begins to fire at them. Astral & Zephyr was gone in the blink of an eye, taking towards the air as their wings spread to give them flight in the huge hangar. They avoided each shot & landed behind their Gunship.

Zephyr: Why don't they ever listen... (pulls out her dual customized guns, the one on the right being black & the one on the left being white, it resembles the skull breakers, but has a slightly leaner body & has a slightly longer barrel, the body also have an integrated 25cm blade for CQC under the gun)
Astral: So much for talking... (pulls out his Kusari-Gama, one of his weapons from his inventory, the scythe's blade was 50 cm in length, there was a thick razor chain attached to the bottom of the scythe that has a large spiked weight on the other end, it has a transparent celestial coating on both the scythe & the spiked weight, being faintly violet in color)

They put on their black mouth mask that covers their lower face. Both of them then waved their hands in front of their face & a shinobi mask materializes & covers their face. Astral now wears a white shinobi mask with a black dragon on the right side, along with black Void Language inscriptions on the left, with a Yang symbol on the forehead. While Zephyr has a black shinobi mask with a white dragon on the left side, along with white Void Language inscriptions on the right, with a Yin symbol on the forehead. Without a word, Zephyr commands the Gunship console to fire via her Omni-Pad that materialized on her left arm. It disappeared a second afterwards, & the Gunship's turrets appears from it's hidden compartment & begins to fire at all enemies in the vicinity, all the while also targeting the ryders as to prevent more from being launched. There were screams of pain as the shots from the Hell-Storm Turrets, which had 8 10-barreled 20mm vulcans, rips the soldiers to shreds. The Devastator Turrets, which was 5 50mm cannons capable of rapid fire along with 3 revolver missile launchers, shoots at the ryders & vehicles around them, pulverizing them & breaking the immobile vehicles with each shot. Astral & Zephyr then dashed on opposite directions, & begins to make their way through to the command bridge of the ship. It seems they will need to use lethal force in order to stop the aggressors. A second later, blood was spilled further as the 2 Reapers were forced to kill their way through. Limbs were severed & flesh rendered. Bones & skulls were split & crushed. The 2 of them moved so fast it left after-images in their wake. The screams of terror would continue to echo inside the ship now turned into a hellish nightmare.

(Sample base design of what their mask looks like)
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Location: PMC Dreadnought [A.D. Scorpion Stinger], Way to Command Bridge
Time: ADF warped out & has just arrived at the scene

Astral: (dashed towards 3 soldiers at blinding speeds, leaving after-images & begins a flurry of lightning fast slashes with the scythe of his Kusari-Gama that he holds in his right hand, he then extends the chains & spins the spiked weight around, smashing it towards them with flawless skills, spilling blood everywhere)
PMC Soldier: What the hell are those freaks!? (fires his rifle)
PMC Sergeant: FIRE! FIRE! (fires his SMG)
Zephyr: (fires her dual guns, intercepting the shots in mid-air with unbelievable accuracy using her own shots, sparks erupted in midair as the shots were destroyed by Zephyr's own shots, the PMC who realized what just happened was shock still)
PMC Soldier: (shocked) D-D-Did she just...
PMC Soldier 2: (dumbfounded) She just stopped our shots with her own shots!?
Astral: (pulls an unfortunate soldier close with his chain by the leg, causing the target to fall & get dragged towards him, then chops his leg off with the scythe in his right hand, the soldier screamed in pain, & a split second later he was launched to the air by a spinning scythe as it rips his abdomen & torso apart, the blood sprayed everywhere)
PMC Soldier: FUCK! (crazed by the thought of death, he draws his wrist mounted blades & charged with a frenzy towards Zephyr) AAAAAAAAARGH!!! (begins a flurry of slashes in mad rage)
Zephyr: (avoids each one & parries other strikes, she puts her guns back in her inventory pulls out her twin scythe flails {vigoorian flails, basically 2 scythes connected by a chain & is wielded like a nunchaku on combat, also used as scythes for slashing & cutting} in the blink of an eye, then begins her counter attack, the flails moves at blinding speed, cutting deep gashes at the enemy as it tears apart his armor & reached his flesh in a second, she kicks him away & blocks the incoming 2 other soldiers, then slashed them as well)
Astral: (extends the chains & uses both scythe & spikes weight as chain weapons, spinning them around at blinding speeds & smashing & slashing enemies all around him, some had their arms torn off, others had their ribs broken, while most unlucky ones got cut apart or had their heads smashed in)
PMC Soldier: (contacts Command) We need back up over here! There's 2 monsters on out shi-- Hurrrghk! (the scythe buried itself deep in his torso, he tried weakly to remove it, a split second later it was pulled brutally & his torso was ripped open)
PMC Sergeant: DIIIIIIEEEEE!!! (charges at Astral, he begins to try & smash him with his electric baton, he was in a dire frenzy, it was clear that he was desperate)
Astral: (grabs the baton unflinchingly, the electric coursed through him but he was completely unaffected, the cold gaze of his eyes was terrifying) ..........
PMC Sergeant: What the fuck--GUUKH!!! (the scythe's blade buries itself in his right flank) You're... a monster... (blood drips from his mouth)
Astral: (chains his torso, pulls the scythe out of him then spins to his back, he uses the momentum to swing the scythe at the back of the soldier's neck, then pulls further with immense strength, his head was lopped clean off afterwards, spraying blood on the floor & on him as well, with some splattering on his mask)
Zephyr: (slashed at an enemy & cuts his legs off, then brandished her flails & cuts his head off from behind, she charged another one, then slashed him multiple times before launching him to the air, she she slashed him further up in a spinning motion before disappearing & reappearing on top of the soldier at lightning speed, she stomps on her target repeatedly until they reached the ground, shattering the soldier's head & completely crushing his body under the sheer force of the stomps)

The room was quickly cleared, they were relentless. Given they were in a race against time, the sooner they take out this ship the better. They continued to charge, determined to save their allies. The PMC's did their best to block their path, but they moved too fast & seems to be able to perceive their every movements & attacks. The shots they fired was either evaded or blocked by their melee weapons. They were terrifying, their masks which hides their face only serves to make them more intimidating. The 2 of them continues forth, all the while leaving a trail of blood in their wake.
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Location: PMC Dreadnought [A.D. Scorpion Stinger], Area to Command Bridge
Time: Present Time

They were close, it won't be long before they reached the command bridge to end all this. They have slaughtered around 1,000 soldiers to get to where they are. Those soldiers were indeed well trained, they put up a good fight. Some ended up crazed & tried to do suicide attacks, but the 2 of them manage to put them out of their misery. There was now one team consisting of 20 soldiers that was standing in their way, all nearly wiped out.

Zephyr: (puts a shot that completely annihilates the skull of a female soldier on atomic levels using her Gauss Rifle)
PMC Soldier: SHIT! AAAAAARGH! (charged towards Zephyr)
Astral: (smacks the spiked weight of his Kusari-Gama on the soldier's head, causing his helmet to break & his head to bleed, he then continues to slash his sides & slams the spike weight on the enemy's body, each strike causing his armor to break & his bones to rattle, he then swings his scythe in a spinning motion upwards, effectively severing the man's arm off, which landed some ways ahead)
PMC Soldier: UUUWAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! (screams in pain)
Astral: (cuts the soldier's legs off as he dashed behind him, the soldier falls to his front, at the same time Astral spins while jumping to the air, then uses the momentum to slam the the spiked weight on the soldier's upper back, effectively shattering his skull & breaking his torso into pieces, while also creating a large dent on the ground, the soldier was put out of his misery in an instant)

Play this song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Wx4ASAqb2U

<<POV: ADF>>

Whalecow: (breathes in, breathes out)
Spy: ..........

Suddenly, just down the corridor at the nearest door, a bloody arm falls to the ground just beyond, the body unseen, as an unholy cry of anguish assaults Spy and Whalecow's eardrums... then falls silent, as a distant & low sound of a sickening "crunch" of something being smashed open was heard through their sharp ears.

Whalecow: Well... shit.
Spy: Easy, York. We can do this.

Two figures appear at the end of the corridor, one bearing a twin scythe flail and rifle, and the other a scythe of some sort.

Reapers.

As they move towards them, Whalecow hears something else. A faint whimpering. He turns to find that a young girl is curled in a ball by the magnetically sealed lift, crying faintly... Whalecow activates the plasmic coating on his blade and takes several steps backward to protect the young girl. He can just make out her sobbing about joining these guys soon.

Whalecow: *sigh*... (He holds his blade up in a ready position. For now at least, he knows he is human.)

Whalecow's right eye begins to glow blue as he activates his implant. A look of recognition was very barely seen for a fraction of a moment in the eyes of the Reapers through the eye slits in their masks...

Whalecow: (bows) How about we talk about this?
Spy: (Looks at Whalecow, then at the Reapers, Then he points at Whalecow) He's Ryuvian.
Whalecow: My citizenship says Ceran. (casts a look at Spy)
Astral: (stops in his steps, then looks at them passively from behind his mask)
Zephyr: (looks at them with a passive expression behind her mask)
Whalecow: If... um... you could just stop killing everything in sight... uh... we could get these humans out of here.
Astral: (looks at him, then lowers his Kusari-Gama, he wraps the chain as it retracts in one swift spinning motion to the scythe, then performs a chiburi to swat all the blood off)
Zephyr: (lowers her rifle & lowers her scythe flails on her right hand, she folds the scythe flails with a swift motion while performing a chiburi to swat the blood off & holds it in one hand)
Spy: You don't talk a lot, do you?
Astral: Tell us...
Zephyr: ...who are you?
Astral: You don't seem to be part of the crew on this ship...

Whalecow looks once again behind him at the young girl, mortified, staring blankly at the Reapers. The masks that also has blood splatters on them serving only to make them even more terrifying.

Whalecow: (He collects himself, then clears his throat) *ahem*. I am Whalecow, captain of FSS Legion, member of the Alliance for the Defense of Freedom. We are a charity group... with cannons. And we are here to stop this slaughter.

The two of them looked at Whalecow. But before they can say anything, they sensed something. Whalecow & Spy didn't sense them yet, but the 2 Reapers did, their senses was extremely sharp, & they were immediately on guard.

Spy: We don't want any trouble...
Astral: [Link] "More Soldiers... 100 en route."
Zephyr: [Link] "20 on the rear, 40 on the left, another 40 on the right."
Whalecow: (looks at the terrified young woman behind him, it was understandable, he looks back in front of him to the 2 Reapers that were covered in blood, which probably did not belong to them) As I said, we are here to stop this pointless slaughter. So if you could just leave the rest to us, we would appreciate it.

The corridor has become silent, more than it ever has been since the ship got put in space. 5 figures stand in it, not pointing their weapons at each other, but still, the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Spy focuses a moment in the weight of the blade in his hand, eyes moving slowly left to right, in an attempt to asses the situation.

Spy: (Deep in thought, eyes moving quickly, analyzing everything) Reapers. Two of them. Both unlike the ones we have seen before, weaponry also different, totally unknown. One of them has a rifle, downed. She can probably get it ready before we can approach... Whalecow looks tired, he is tired... We cannot fight this... And also... (Quietly, to Whalecow) Requesting cover.
Whalecow: (Quietly) Cover? We are not going to fight, what are you think-

Spy turns backwards at a pace slow enough that it does not alarm the Reapers and pushes Whalecow to one side, drawing his blade and smiling at the scared girl.

Spy: (Crouched, facing the girl) Hello, my name is... ur... Well, my friend and I have come to help you. What is your name?
? ? ? ? ?: (She turns from the wall, to look with one eye at them.) T-the monsters... T-they have my father.
Spy: (Sighs at the scared girl. Thinking she could worry a little more about her own situation.) Don't worry, I'm sure your dad is fine... Listen, can you help me little in return?
? ? ? ? ?: B-b- but...
Spy: Down the corridor there is a drop ship. Our drop ship. Could you go there and hide for a while while we find your dad?
? ? ? ? ?: (She gets up, and walks backwards down the corridor.) Y-you promise you will find him?
Spy: (Stands up and smiles one last time.) Of course, now run. We will deal with the scary monsters.

Once the girl has dissapeared from the corridors, Spy turns back to his position besides Whalecow.

Whalecow: (Grins) I knew you had something good in you.
Spy: (furrows) What?
Whalecow: "We have come to help you." "We will find you daddy."
Spy: (Annoyed) Shut up, she would have got in the way.
Whalecow: Yeah. Sure.
Spy: Tsk. What about you here?
Whalecow: Oh, you know... Making friends.

Astral & Zephyr stands there, both with their weapons down, and an obvious change of attitude, now they look like they are more willing to talk. The 2 of them has also dematerialized their masks, giving a good look of their faces as well as their heterochromia eyes.

Astral: We desire to put an end to this pointless fight as well.
Zephyr: You said you are here to help?
Whalecow: Yes. Is what we do everywhere we go. We help people in need, no matter what.
Astral: (his eyes seems to relax a bit) That is indeed good news.
Zephyr: We would like to know if you have a plan.
Whalecow: (Scartches the back of his head) We... have people working on that. It would be helpful if those other aliens could stop shooting...
Astral: They are just desperate trying to defend themselves.
Zephyr: We received transmission that they were attacked while on a routine. It seems they had to take a long detour.
Astral: That was when they were attacked by these human aggressors.
Spy: Yeah, I know. They are a bunch of douche bags, huh?

Both of them looks a bit blankly at Spy, questioning what they see as an obvious human. They don't really have a response to that statement.

Whalecow: (Sighs, and puts his hand on Spy's shoulder.) Why don't you start talking to the captain of the ship? I'll handle communications with the Reapers from now on.
Spy: Heh... Alright. Don't get killed. And remember these words, Whalecow: You are the stupidest human being I have ever met.
Whalecow: (Chuckles.) Same. Now get moving, we have work to do.

Spy left for the bridge which was deeper inside the ship, through the hallway that's behind Whalecow. The 2 Reapers just stare at him for a bit before looking back at Whalecow. He was about to say something, but was interrupted.

Astral: Before that, I think we have more company.
Whalecow: (focused, he didn't sense anything, but a moment later he sensed something)
Zephyr: Soldiers. 100 en route to this location.
Whalecow: 100...?

Astral & Zephyr stayed silent for a moment, then proceeds to open their mouths.

Astral & Zephyr: Contact inbound.
Soldiers (right): They're over here! Don't let them get through!
Soldiers (left): Hurry! We have to hold the line!

The situation was tense once more. Whalecow already sensed them before they arrived, as the soldiers burst through the large room, staying behind cover & aiming their weapons, some stayed behind the corners of the wall to provide cover. One of the Soldiers, which looks to be a man that's about 30 years old (he's actually around 50+, aging in this universe seems to be slowed by half & average lifespan is around 200 years), rushed to the room ignoring the others shout to stay behind the corners & behind cover, frantically looking around, as if searching for someone.

PMC Soldier: SONIA!!! (looks to the ground where her rifle was left behind when she ran to the drop ship, then turns towards the Reapers & aims his weapon at them, he then looks at Whalecow with a side glance of his eyes, it was filled with worry) WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER!?
Astral & Zephyr: ..........
Soldiers: (aims their weapons at the Reapers from the corner, behind walls, & behind cover, they didn't fire yet because Whalecow was there, but it was clear that they were very tense)
Whalecow: Shit... Why now? *sigh*... (glanced at the man that's presumably the young woman's father that ran to the drop ship earlier, who was now aiming his rifle at the 2 Reapers in front of him) You're daughter is fine. Now let me deal with this if you want to leave in one piece. (looks back at the Reapers) Nobody do anything stupid. (they seem to be willing to listen to him, he was thankful these were professional soldiers, they followed orders well it seems)

Whalecow can hear his own heart beat as time seems to slow down. 2 Reapers 10 meters in front of him, & 100 soldiers surrounding the large room from various tactical locations & heavy cover. The soldiers were tense, they were ready to fire at the drop of a hat. Spy was off at the bridge to deal with the weapons, which seems to work as the shooting temporarily stops, for now... So it all depends on Whalecow whether things can go smoothly or not in the room he's currently in. He already got this far & managed to make the 2 Reapers lower their weapons, which was a feat of itself, he thought. Now to see the rest of this through & get out in one piece.

Note: Stop music here.
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Aaand, done. That's about it. Hope you enjoy this quick improv & hope this helps as a stepping stone. :P

The shooting managed to stop for now, so Whalecow can do whatever he has planned. Before that, the others can post as well.
« Last Edit: November 17, 2015, 02:17:39 pm by Astral »
The only way to truly hurt a man, is to take everything that he valued and degrade it and remind him of it everyday of his life. But by doing this, you also create a monster, and you will regret ever harming that man, because he will be your greatest horror.

Offline Whalecow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #571 on: May 26, 2015, 10:20:14 am »
I suppose I will go ahead and post now. I plan to work a flashback or two in here to get away with some character development as well.

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Antares PMC Command Dreadnought. Near lift to bridge.

PMC Soldier: SONIA!!! (looks to the ground where her rifle was left behind when she ran to the boarding pod, then turns towards the Reapers & aims his weapon at them, he then looks at Whalecow with a side glance of his eyes, it was filled with worry) WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER!?
Astral & Zephyr: ..........
Soldiers: (aim their weapons at the Reapers from the corner, behind walls, & behind cover. They don't fire yet because Whalecow is there, but it was clear that they were very tense)
Whalecow: Shit... Why now? *sigh*... (glanced at the man that's presumably the young woman's father that ran to the drop ship earlier, who was now aiming his rifle at the 2 Reapers in front of him) You're daughter is fine. Now let me deal with this if you want to leave in one piece. (looks back at the Reapers) Nobody do anything stupid. (they seem to be willing to listen to him. He was thankful these were professional soldiers. They follow orders well it seems.)

Whalecow's expression becomes one of determination, the likes of which Astral and Zephyr can recall seeing on Glaive before. Only Whalecow's eyes betray a quiet sadness that reveals the fact that he has seen things like this happen far too many times... and he will stop it wherever and whenever necessary. He turns to the middle-aged soldier and the corners of his lips go up in a reassuring smile that he scarcely feels.

Whalecow: Hold your fire, please. I'll go get your daughter.

Before the soldier can respond, Whalecow turns on his heel and walks toward the boarding pod, passing the child's abandoned weapon which he picks up on the way. "The man had lost something, possibly all he has", Whalecow thinks as he enters the pod and begins walking down its length, searching. He knows the feeling well.

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Ryuvia Prime. 15 years ago.

Whalecow sits on an old couch inside the abandoned garbage barge. He remembers when the two of them had found this place a few years ago. Just another pathetic remnant of Ryuvia's former glory. stripped of parts, left with the garbage, rotting in the middle of what was now an abandoned lot in the center of the city. But they had cleaned it out and made it their own. They'd never gotten the smell completely out, but a small holovision, a rug and a couch in one corner was the closest thing Whalecow and Nayumi had had to a place they could proudly call home. Oh, they had their own homes of course... or rather, houses and families. Their desire to "hang" in a garbage barge, however, evidenced what they thought about those.

Whalecow: *sniffs* ...

He wipes the tears from his eyes for at least the twentieth time since he had collapsed here. The words the two of them had had just minutes early echoed in his mind, as if his only friend in the world were sitting there, still speaking to him.

Nayumi: (confused) Uh... I can't play today. My parents say I'm... going away for a while.
Whalecow: (now confused as well) Why are you leaving?
Nayumi: (looks around and then pulls him close, whispering in his ear) I heard my parents talking with a man before I walked in the other day... I think he's coming to take me away.
Whalecow: (smile) Oh... when you get back, we can play, right?
Nayumi: (shakes her head, to Whalecow's dismay) I... I don't think I'm coming back.
Whalecow: B-but why!?
Mother: (from another room) Nayumi! It's nearly time to go! Say goodbye to your little friend!

Whalecow winces. Nayumi's mother had sounded painfully cheerful.

Nayumi: I can't talk anymore. I don't think we ever can, ever again.
Whalecow: B-but they can't do this to you!
Nayumi: You know they can. And they will. Because they have all the power... all the cards... and what do we have?

She embraces Whalecow, who begins to tear up finally as she says the last words he may ever hear from her.

Nayumi: Nothing... and that's what we can do about things like this. Nothing.

She abruptly breaks the hug up and walks back into the house, shutting the door behind her. She then goes to a window and looks outside, to find Whalecow already halfway down the street, a steady stream falling from his eyes. She manages to will her own eyes to remain dry, though her throat had begun to feel sore minutes ago. She turns to her mother, and then man who had just arrived.

Man: Come, milady. We have much work to do.

The word "okay" dies in her throat as the tranquilizer dart buries itself in her neck.

---Minutes later---
Now Whalecow becomes aware of a shadow blocking the fading light of Ryuvia's star. He wipes his eyes once more and slowly looks up.

??: (In an accent Whalecow identifies as northern New Imperial) *sigh*... You don't look so good, my child.
Whalecow: (Annoyed and willing to lash out at anything, anyone) I might say the same to you... if you weren't wearing that bloody mask!

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Present Day.

Whalecow finally locates the child at the back of the pod, hiding between a seat and a wall beneath a counter.

Whalecow: (looks down at her) Hey kiddo. (grins with what he hopes the girl will see as friendliness) You doing okay?
Sonia (?): ...

The child looks at him with a combination of fear and hostility. Whalecow only nods and holds out his hand. The girl seems to hesitate for a moment, and then leads forward and holds out her own hand for Whalecow to take. Whalecow nods and leans in to help her out... and reels back as the girl's kick strikes its target with scalpel-like precision, a nearly unbearable pain emanating from "where the sun don't shine". He ends up leaning against the nearest wall, breathing slowly in and out. Slowly but surely a smile returns to his lips. Could he really blame her?

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15 years ago.

??: ...
Whalecow: ...

They stare at each others for what feels like hours to Whalecow, though it's probably less than a minute. It feels like the place in the mask where the eyes are stare into his soul, as if looking for something.

??: Very well.

He slowly removes his mask, to reveal an older man with blue hair and severe scarring on the right side of his face.

Whalecow: (as his eyes go wide) ...
??: Well? (he smiles) How do I look?
Whalecow: Like... like you took a shrapnel blast to the face.
??: (chuckles) You're very perceptive. My name is Solomon Arcadius.
Whalecow: I think I've heard it before. Any relation to the Veniczar who's leading the Rebellion for Common Treatment?
Arcadius: We've started going by the People's Alliance more recently.
Whalecow: (raises an eyebrow) This is too much. Why the hell are you here... if you are who you say you are?
Arcadius: I have decided to... take a break... from the frontlines. Perform a little recon on the oldest bastion of oppression known to man.

Whalecow nods and gets up off the couch, extending his hand to shake. The instant the stranger goes in to shake it, Whalecow performs a hook with his other hand. It is intercepted and caught by another from the stranger.

Arcadius: Are you going to turn me in?
Whalecow: (shakes his head) I don't care why you're here... or that you are. Plus it's not like the stuffed-shirts would believe me if I did.
Arcadius: So I imagine. I have been around, getting a handle on things in the capital city. I believe you are Whalecow, and you have a rather... rare gift.
Whalecow: Some gift. Never could use it. Probably never will. I hear there was an issue with it when it was being installed.
Arcadius: I'm not here for it specifically, but I am certain it will come to you when necessity strikes. You seem dissatisfied with the way things are run around here. Would you like a chance to change them?
Whalecow: (looks him straight in the eye) I don't want to change the galaxy. All I want is what I've lost back.
Arcadius: (looks around at the lonely space built for a group) A friend?
Whalecow: (looks away)...
Arcadius: The former will come in time. And as for the latter... I believe We can be of assistance.

Arcadius -if that's really his name- walks over to where Whalecow had dropped his blade and picks it up, holding it out hilt-first to him.

Arcadius: I am holding out my hand, my boy.
Whalecow: (takes the hilt and puts it into its holder, never taking his eyes off this strange man.) I'm listening...

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Present day.

Whalecow manages to tear himself away from the wall, quickly recovering from the pain of the cheap-shot, imagining what Spy would have to say about this. He walks back over to the girl's hiding place. She had not moved.

Whalecow: Your name is Sonia, isn't it?
Sonia(?): S-stay away!
Whalecow: It's okay, Sonia. Your dad is out there looking for you.
Sonia: I-I don't believe you! (The shock on her face is very real, and is mixed with a fearful doubt.)

Whalecow sighs and takes her weapon from his belt. And then he makes certain it's loaded, clicks off the safety, and holds it out to her, stock first.

Whalecow: I believe this is yours. Please, take it and come with me.

The teen looks at him, then at the gun, then at him again, before taking the gun and pointing its business end at his head.

Sonia: (forcefully) No funny business, mister.
Whalecow: (grins) I'll keep the funny business to a minimum.

Sonia gestures for him to move, and as soon as he does she finds her own way out of her hiding spot and rises to her feet. She gestures with a nodding of the head that Whalecow should leave the pod. He complies and is mildly surprised to find the gun-toting PMC-wannabe walking beside him, gun lowered.

Whalecow: Glad to see you're okay.
Sonia: You saved me from those... things. And maybe I feel a little bad for kicking you in the balls with all my strength.
Whalecow: (laughs) That's okay. I already have a daughter. I think you'd like her.
Sonia: You from that big ship I saw out the rear window on the pod?
Whalecow: Yup. In fact, I'm the captain.
Sonia: You? a captain? Of LEGION?
Whalecow: Ouch... that really hurt. Yeah, I don't really look like it, but appearances can be deceiving, you know.

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15 years ago.

Arcadius: Very well. I represent the People's Alliance for Common Treatment, or PACT. We oppose the Imperialism of the New Empire, and the kinds of monarchies this planet of yours is under the heel of. Where a few powerful men rob the weak of all that they have to fuel their own thirst for power. Make no mistake, comrade. We are weak, you and I, but together, the weak shall become the strong, and We will crash upon the bourgeoisie like a wave upon the seashore.
Whalecow: It sounds almost like terrorism, somehow.
Arcadius: As with all great undertakings, there is a line which must not be crossed under ANY circumstances. PACT needs people who know where that line is. From your concern, I can tell that you may be one of those people. Come with me, my young friend.
Whalecow: If I did... what would you have me do?
Arcadius: Join the ranks of PACT. With proper training, our people can find a place for you. Our goal is simple: The liberation of the New Empire, and the destruction of the oppression it stands for. We will return here, and establish the justice so greatly needed. And we WILL help your friend. I promise.

At the mention of Nayumi, Whalecow's mind flashes back to their final conversation.

Nayumi: I can't talk anymore. I don't think we ever can, ever again.
Whalecow: B-but they can't do this to you!
Nayumi: You know they can. And they will. Because they have all the power... all the cards... and what do we have? Nothing... and that's what we can do about things like this. Nothing.


Was it his imagination... or had Nayumi's final words been a challenge?

Whalecow: (whispers) Challenge accepted, Nayumi.
Arcadius: Hmm?
Whalecow: Sorry, sir. Just thinking.
Arcadius: (notices the presence of "sir") Then I take it you're in?
Whalecow: (takes a deep breath and releases it) Yeah. I'm all in.

He was certain. Certain that there was indeed nothing he could do on his own to stop this horror and help Nayumi. But if he, and this man, and everyone in this PACT of his added their nothings together and shoved it down the throat of the assholes...

Arcadius: Wonderful, comrade! Unless you have someone to say goodbye to, I suggest we get moving. There are a few others I have spoken to, and I believe it is time to return to New Eden together. Come, my boy! (he pats Whalecow on the shoulder) Let's head down the road.

The man smiles one more time at Whalecow, turns, and begins to walk. The newborn "space-commie" follows, turning around and nodding at the "clubhouse" one final time. For the first time in a very long time, Whalecow allows himself to feel hope again, even as Brother Arcadius begins to sing a quiet tune beside him.

The Road goes ever on and on...
Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone...
And I must follow, if I can.

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Present Day.

As Sonia and Whalecow approach the door out of the boarding pod, Whalecow finds himself singing along with this ghost from his past, and meaning every word.

Pursuing it with eager feet...
Until it joins some larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet...
And whither then? I cannot say.

As he finishes the song, he looks up to find they are out of the pod, and once again in the middle of everyone. Damn, he really WAS tired. As he returns to the present, Sonia runs over to the soldier and they embrace. After all he had seen in his many and long travels, Whalecow, captain of the 3-kilometer-long Super-Dreadnought Legion, can only turn to the two reapers and give a small smile and a short Ceran bow.

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Sorry it ran a bit long this time, but I used the extra length for Sola and Arcadius character development. I guess it is the reapers' turn now.
« Last Edit: May 26, 2015, 12:24:02 pm by Whalecow »
Inwhaleably yours,
Whalecow

Offline [Astral|Zephyr]™

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #572 on: May 31, 2015, 09:24:56 pm »
Right, so it seems it's my turn... All right then, time to progress the mission...

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Location: Sector 88F [Uncharted Space], Border of Charted Space, Antares PMC Dreadnought [A.D. Scorpion Stinger]
Time: After Whalecow left to fetch Sonia

Play this song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tYaOEiNVWM

As the figure of Whalecow grew smaller in the distance, the PMC soldier turns back towards the 2 Reapers who were still standing calmly in the center of the room, 10m away from him. Their shinobi masks was no longer covering their face, but their expression was passive. It doesn't help that they were tainted with blood with a few spray on their hair & close to their face as well. Their calmness was unnerving to say the least.

PMC Soldier: (points his rifle at them) What the hell are you...
Astral & Zephyr: ..........
PMC Sergeant: (from behind cover) No funny business! Move & we'll blow you full of holes!
Astral & Zephyr: ..........
PMC Soldiers: (getting even more tense)

The silence was unnerving, but unknown to them, Astral & Zephyr was having a private conversation using their link.

Astral: [Link] "...That man from earlier..."
Zephyr: [Link] "The one with the crimson blade..."
Astral & Zephyr: [Link] "...We've seen it before... The mark of Hissho Royalty..." (ponders for a bit, before focusing on more immediate matters)
Astral: [Link] "That man who just went to the opposite corridor..."
Zephyr: [Link] "He seems to be sincere... But we have pressing matters..."
Astral: [Link] "...This cease fire will not last forever... You feel it too, right?"
Zephyr: [Link] "Yes... an ominous feeling... I feel like something bad will happen if we drag this out..."
Astral: [Link] "Let's hope he returns soon... I don't think these soldiers will listen to us..."
Zephyr: [Link] "Indeed... especially after what transpired on this ship..."

Even as they communicate to each other like this, they can still hear the small grumblings & faint curses of the PMC soldiers. They could feel the tension, & they could smell the fear. The comments about them was also less than pleasing to say the least. They could hear every word said, but wished they could just be ignorant. Comments like "monsters" or "walking weapons" & even "demons" could be heard. They have heard these comments thousands of times in the past. But even so, they can't seem to get fully used to it... Despite knowing what they are, despite accepting their roles & fate while trying to make the best out of their lives... These comments still left an unpleasant taste... Luckily for them, Whalecow returned before the tension breaks. They saw the young girl run up to the soldier that's a distance in front of them, presumably her father, & they embraced. Seeing that caused a memory to flash for a second in front of Astral & Zephyr's eyes. Memories of simpler, happier times... now lost forever... As they try to ignore the sudden sharp twinge in their hearts, they turned their attention to Whalecow. He looked at the father & daughter with warm eyes before turning his attention to them, & he merely gave a small smile & a light bow.

Note: Stop music here.
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Location: Battle Zone
Time: 10 minutes later

Play this song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmvOWtQXSBA

Note: Play song until a note to stop or change music appears.

The battlezone was still, both sides ceased fire, for now... while the Kamisho vessels on the left side tries to steadily regroup & the PMC side on the right keeping close eye to prevent them from warping out. Legion is in the middle of it all acting as a wall, barely holding both sides from ripping each other full of holes. The rest of the ADF fleet was on a defensive formation & ready to assist at any moment should anything happen. All in all, the tension can break with the drop of a pin... Luckily for the ADF, assistance came in the form of a warp signature, as Chizuru warps out in stealth, she secretly sent a transmission to the Legion. She received the contact from her daughter & wasted no time in warping to their location at maximum speed. Inside the bridge of Legion, Ava could feel some relief as her mother arrived in time.

CIC: Ma'am, Vice Admiral Crescentia has arrived to assist.
Ava: (felt relief of some good news at last) Good... now let's try to hold this place as long as possible... Be ready to send hail to the other vessels in case they are alerted of her presence. Tell them she's not hostile.
CIC: Yes ma'am.

Ava looked outside the bridge towards the location of the Antares Dreadnought. She didn't know what was going on in there, but seeing as Whalecow & Spy seems to still be alive, things are proceeding according to plan it seems. Looks like they will be able to finish this problem & prevent further bloodshed.

Or so they thought...

Sensors: Ma'am! Warp signatures detected! We're getting signs that reinforcements have arrived on the PMC side!
Ava: What!?

Just as the Sensors officer said, multiple ships warped in behind the PMC main one. Many cruisers & battleships, along with carriers. The worst part is the 3 Dreadnoughts that warped in as well. It seems this PMC group was not alone, evident by the rather different color scheme of the new fleet. They seem to be a part of a larger PMC Coalition, which was very bad indeed. It seems their power was larger than they thought. But that was not the end of it, the Sensors detects another signature, completely foreign & not of simple warp origin. Ships poured out as well from the Kamisho side, huge, heavily armed ships with dark gray & dark blue color scheme appeared. They were completely different in design from the ones that are currently present, but looks far more heavily armed & armored. From the size of them, it could be classified as ultra-battleships, many of them, along with 2 huge Dreadnoughts that's armed to the teeth. The ships have a different insignia on them but it was clear that they came to help the Kamishos. It seems they have their own reinforcements. The situation is now bleak, as both sides armed their weapons & aimed at each other. Ava thought quickly & sent an emergency hail to all new vessels, which they seem to respond out of surprise as they didn't fire... yet.
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Location: Legion Command Bridge
Time: Present Time

Ava managed to contact both PMC & alien vessels, but the one on the PMC side was cut short & disconnected soon afterwards, it seems they refuse to have anything to do with the ADF & ignored Ava's hail. The PMC reinforcements have their weapons active & are ready to fire at any moment, merely waiting for the order from higher-ups. The one on the other screen is a large, blue skinned, 4 armed alien wearing gray colored metallic armor & a very fierce expression. His beard makes him look even fiercer & his 4 yellow eyes was glaring at them. The Gilldar that showed on the screen was very intimidating to say the least, if Ava had to guess, he was at least 2m tall. Ava faced him head on & swallowed her insecurities.

Ava: Attention foreign vessels that have just arrived. We are handling the situation right now, so please refrain from firing to the opposing side.
Gilldar Captain: *growls*... And you expect us to just sit here & twiddle our thumbs as these invaders do as they please!? They have their weapons aimed at us & can fire any moment!
Ava: Like I said, peace talk are currently being made--
Gilldar Captain: We've had enough "peaceful talk" with invaders in the past! We have had things taken from us, & we will not stand if anyone dares to take any more!
Ava: If you would just give a chance to--
Gilldar Captain: Chance? Chance!? I've seen enough of the acts of these, spineless, honor-less scums against our allies! We do not have ears to lend to them! Whatever excuse they made, it's too late by now! It's either they leave now, or stay as space debris!
Ava: (grits her teeth) If you would just listen for a moment! If you take reckless action now, this entire place will turn back into a battlefield!
Gilldar Captain: Well I know what will happen if we don't take action! More of our allies will die! Now I suggest you move away! We will make them leave, one way or another! (there was very slight rumbling, it seems the fight has begun again) This will be a battlefield indeed...
Ava: (noticed that the PMC reinforcements have begun to make their move) Are you going to do the same as them?
Gilldar Captain: (narrows his eyes) You should know, young lady... If they are prepared to attack us this far, then they must be prepared for the retaliation that comes with it! If you or any of your allies dare get in our way, we will treat you as enemies as well, & CRUSH YOU!!! This meaningless conversation is over!
Ava: Wait--

The Gilldar did not heed. He cut off the transmission & armed the weapons on their ship. It seems they were willing to do anything to defend their allies & their territory. The PMC's side powering up their weapons & locking-on to the opposing side only serves to add fuel to the fire. Ava was starting to get a headache, it was one problem after another. Right now the situation is even worse than before. The PMC's has gotten reinforcements, & the reinforcements for the alien vessels are fierce looking, muscled, 4-armed warriors 2m tall with heavily armored ships that's armed to the teeth with destructive weapons. She gives a heavy sigh & prepared for the incoming fire-storm. Ava contacted Whalecow via comms to give him the updates on the outside. She just hope they can resolve this without too much needless bloodshed.

Note: Stop music here.
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Location: Antares Dreadnought [A.D. Scorpion Stinger]
Time: Same Time

Play this song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-T07zIS6Pfc

Whalecow was now on the bridge of the ship, where Spy is currently sitting on a chair indicating him to look at the screen. He managed to talk the soldiers to temporarily cease fire, his diplomatic skills being put to good use, as well as a small persuasion when some of them was getting stubborn, probably due to primal instincts to survive as well as fear of the unknown. Spy called Whalecow immediately when the bridge suddenly received a hail from the new fleet that arrived. A man wearing a very high-class & professional suit which face was concealed by a shadow was on the screen. From his tone he seems disappointed by the Captain of the Dreadnought & presumably the leader of this whole operation. Though his voice was covered using a highly advanced & perfectly encrypted voice distortion device.

CEO: ...Ah, Captain... I see you're quite in a pinch there... How goes the operation-- Is what I would like to say... But seeing as I'm here talking to you in person, I think that's not necessary now is it...?
Antares Captain: (gulps) S-sir! W-we ran into some unexpected trouble--
CEO: I don't need your excuses, Captain... I've already seen the feed from here. I paid you & your men to complete this operation... I even supplied you with the purchasing rights of an entire fleet of our advanced warships & one of our top Mark V Dreadnoughts to boot... And all I received in return is disappointment... I expected better from you...
Antares Captain: (pouring cold sweat) I-I deeply apologize for this! This was not supposed to happen, I assure you--
CEO: I think I've had enough excuses... You have more than enough to take the intruders down & you were the ones that said you wouldn't encounter any "complications" when I asked for confirmation for the last time... (glanced to the ADF members) And who might this be?
Spy: Well, Mr. Stylish... I don't really have a name, but you may call me Spy...
Whalecow: Whalecow. Captain of the FSS Legion & member of the ADF. Here to stop this slaughter.
CEO: I don't really know any of you... So you're the captain of that big ship called Legion outside? It seems I have found the source of the problem. So you're the one messing with this operation...
Whalecow: "Messing" isn't really the right term. We're here to stop this madness.
CEO: Oh...? ADF... I think I've seen it somewhere in the news...
Whalecow: We are the Alliance for the Defense of Freedom. A charity group if you will, with cannons...
CEO: Ah yes... the "charity group"... I heard you also help refugees & orphans... But at the same time takes wanted ex-criminals & ex-terrorists into your ranks...
Whalecow: I don't really expect you to understand...
CEO: Tsk, tsk, tsk... Is that what it looks like to you? We are doing a mission. I have a goal you see... I don't do "distasteful" & "meaningless" slaughter. I am not a barbarian, Captain Whalecow. In fact, I've given my fair share of aids to the needy of society, using the money earned from legal means...
Spy: Say what?
Whalecow: ..........
CEO: (ignites a cigar with a zippo lighter & takes a long puff of smoke) Perhaps the name "Phoenix Corps." might ring the bell...

Whalecow & Spy stays still, looking at the man with distrust & calculating eyes respectively. That brand name is, in fact, a very large company name. They have massive stock markets of multiple industries & sell & produce many merchandise from food supplies, hardware tools, to military weapons & equipment. If they remember correctly, they have also made massive donations & sponsor the construction of hospitals & orphanage for low class people. This company is a massive group, which seems to be owned & led by the man in front of them. And from the looks of things, it seems the Antares PMC is not the only PMC under his rule. Phoenix Corp. is indeed an extremely powerful group, enough to rival even super-power federations & factions.

CEO: (glances at Whalecow) You see... we're not so different, you & I... You help clothe & feed orphans, I build them homes. You give medical attention to those in need, I provide the hospitals & doctors. And lastly, you recruit ex-pirates & ex-terrorists into your ranks & they now do good, I do the same to even more & gave them new & better lives than before. (takes out a 1,000,000 credit poker chip & plays with it expertly in one hand) You see, captain Whalecow, you and I... (flips the chip & shows him both sides by spinning it between his thumb & index finger) are merely different sides of the same coin... The mission we do here will help in the greater picture of things. Although, sometimes sacrifices needs to be made. I don't like either, but life is cruel & this is dirty work, but someone has to do it. I'm sure you understand what I mean...
Whalecow: On the contrary, I don't think so...
CEO: (flips the poker chip once, he opens his suit's front pocket & let it fall into it, he then pats it twice) Well, indeed there is one difference between us. You see, I am a businessman. I deal with business professionally, & efficiently. That means I also have to deal with nuisance efficiently, it's nothing personal really, it's just business.
Spy: Well, turns out I'm quite the businessman too. (plays with his crimson blade, he stands from his chair & twirls it in his hand before pointing it towards the screen) I am confident that you being dead will not be good for your business...
CEO: Hm... An interesting man, aren't you?
Spy: Well, people do say I have a unique personality... I have to admit that is one fine suit...
CEO: Custom made by a famous tailor. You're looking quite classy yourself.
Spy: I do try to dress properly, it's proper etiquette.
CEO Indeed... But I disagree with your point. After all, you can't reach me from where you are now.
Spy: (narrows his eyes slightly) You're not really on one of those Dreadnoughts are you?
CEO: ...Smart man... How?
Spy: (twirls his blade & plants it to the ground, he hold the hilt like a cane) It's the oldest trick in the book.
CEO: A "tactician" I see. Well then, Mr. Spy... (blows a puff of smoke) Why don't you try to come & get me then?
Spy: (his smile disappears) ...Oh I will... If that's what you want, I will find you... and I will kill you...
CEO: Heh... Hahahahahaha! You really are an interesting man! (looks at Whalecow) Your friends seems to be a unique bunch. How about working for me? I will see to it that you will be handsomely paid, all of you. Including your crews. And you will be able to help people in need in an even grander scale, you will get all the facilities you need, with bonuses as well.
Whalecow: I am sorry to say that I will have to refuse that offer. We have our own ways to deal with things, & it doesn't involve blowing up things if we can help it.
CEO: A pity... And I assume those 2 "people" at the bridge's door is not part of your crew. They have supreme skills, I can use someone like them in our ranks. And if that also stops them from killing our soldiers, even better.
Whalecow: No. But I sincerely doubt they want anything to do with you.
CEO: Again, pity... Well then, I suppose this concludes our conversation. The operation will continue. And, before I leave I suppose I should give you my name... Otherwise it would be rude. It's a bit of a late introduction, like Mr. Spy here I don't really use a name. But I suppose you can call me... (takes a puff of smoke, he continues as he blows the smoke) "Mr. Smith". (looks at the Antares Captain) And Captain...
Antares Captain: Y-y-yes sir?
Mr. Smith: I expect you to fix this mess. You've got your reinforcements, & I've also been generous enough to supply 3 additional Dreadnoughts to your aid. Do not mess up again. (looks at everyone) Good day, ladies & gentlemen, I expect at least some results by the end of this mission. Our business client will be gravely disappointed otherwise, & you know how bad that will be for our PR.

With that, the feed was cut off. The room was left in silence, but that silence was broken as faint rumblings was heard. They quickly look at the feeds outside, & it seems peace talks has broken down. The new alien ships begins to open fire on the PMC reinforcements, re-igniting the flames of battle. The bridge was silent as the PMC on the ship was unsure of what to do. That was until 2 of the Reapers broke the silence. They were at the bridge's open door, with PMC soldiers behind them still guarding in case they try something. At the very least they're not pointing their weapons constantly at them anymore.

Astral: It seems peace talks have broken down...
Zephyr: We were hoping things could be settled quickly...
Whalecow: Do not give up hope yet. We still have a chance. We just need a plan...
Antares Captain: ..........
Spy: (looks at the Captain) Yeah... I don't think rejoining the fight is an option now is it?
Whalecow: (looks at the Captain seriously) DON'T fire on those ships.
Antares Captain: (snaps) AND WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE WE DO!!?? YOU'RE JUST SPOUTING EVERYTHING YOU WANT! TRY TO BE IN MY SHOES!
Whalecow: (thinks) ...I may have a plan... but I need you all to help.
PMC Sergeant: That would be going against our orders & mission!
Spy: Look, smart-ass. It's either that or you all die. In case you've forgotten, you're in seriously deep shit here. So unless you want to leave this place as space debris, you do as we say & help us stop this firefight.
Astral: The ships out there belongs to the Kamishos. They are civil if you are willing to talk, but I don't think that's an option right now.
Zephyr: And the Gilldars have arrived as reinforcements. They won't listen so easily, & apparently they are fiercely angered right now. Be warned, they are fierce warriors & will not back down so easily.

The PMC's are unsure as to what to do. They were stuck between a rock & a hard place. Their boss won't tolerate blatant betrayal, many of them also owe their lives to him. But if they were to continue the mission, not all of them would make it back alive. They were prepared for that, it's a dangerous line of work after all. What they were not prepared for was their current predicament, this was not how they wanted to die. Whalecow also received contact from Ava, & the situation was bleak. The Gilldars refused to let the PMC have their way & opened fire to protect their allies as soon as the opposing side moves. The PMC reinforcements also refuse to fall back & also opened fire to ensure the completion of their mission, which seems to be the Kamisho Dreadnought. The Kamisho vessels are now regrouped & are prepared to escape, they used the time that the PMC stopped firing to regroup carefully without rising alert. Cosette & Nemesis along with the ryder wings out there are now desperately intercepting missiles flying all over the place. If things get worse it could end up in a 3 way fight. That "Mr. Smith" was also a mysterious figure, but could potentially be a very large threat as well if they don't thread carefully. They need to deal with this situation appropriately.

Note: Stop music here.
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Aaand, done.

Well, that's all I got anyways. If you look carefully, there's a clue here that connects to the posts in chapter 2. Well, hope you enjoyed it, sorry about the delays & everything. The others can post now if they want.
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The only way to truly hurt a man, is to take everything that he valued and degrade it and remind him of it everyday of his life. But by doing this, you also create a monster, and you will regret ever harming that man, because he will be your greatest horror.

Offline Whalecow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #573 on: June 02, 2015, 05:04:40 am »
A rock and a hard place, eh? Good thing Spy remembered the dynamite!

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The new Void ships begin to open fire on the PMC reinforcements, re-igniting the flames of battle. The bridge was silent as the PMCs on the ship were unsure of what to do. That is until the 2 Reapers broke the silence. They were at the bridge's open door, with PMC soldiers behind them still guarding in case they try something. At the very least they're not pointing their weapons constantly at them anymore.

Astral: It seems peace talks have broken down...
Zephyr: We were hoping things could be settled quickly...
Whalecow: Do not give up hope yet. We still have a chance. We just need a plan...
Antares Captain: ..........
Spy: (looks at the Captain) Yeah... I don't think rejoining the fight is an option now is it?
Whalecow: (looks at the Captain seriously) DON'T fire on those ships.
Antares Captain: (snaps) AND WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE WE DO!!?? YOU'RE JUST SPOUTING EVERYTHING YOU WANT! TRY TO BE IN MY SHOES!
Whalecow: (thinks) ...I may have a plan... but I need you all to help.
PMC Sergeant: That would be going against our orders & mission!
Spy: Look, smart-ass. It's either that or you all die. In case you've forgotten, you're in seriously deep shit here. So unless you want to leave this place as space debris, you do as we say & help us stop this firefight.
Astral: The ships out there belongs to the Kamishos. They are civil if you are willing to talk, but I don't think that's an option right now.
Zephyr: And the Gilldars have arrived as reinforcements. They won't listen so easily, & apparently they are fiercely angered right now. Be warned, they are fierce warriors & will not back down so easily.

But Whalecow isn't looking at them... he is looking at the forward viewscreen at the ongoing battle.
CEO: I don't really know any of you... So you're the captain of that big ship called Legion outside? It seems I have found the source of the problem. So you're the one messing with this operation...
Whalecow: (into his comm device) Ava. I have a plan that might get us out of this. All of us. What's your status?
Ava: Holding steady... Typhoon is on station, ADF fleet prepared to respond at your command.
Whalecow: "Messing" isn't really the right term. We're here to stop this madness.
Whalecow: Contact the admiral. Ask her to give us a little privacy. She'll know what to do.
CEO: Oh...? ADF... I think I've seen it somewhere in the news...

There is a massive explosion on the other end of the transmission.

Ava: Captain, a stray shot just breached one of our forward compartments! Hull integrity has dropped to 68%. Raising shields!
Whalecow: We are the Alliance for the Defense of Freedom. A charity group if you will, with cannons...
Whalecow: No! Don't raise shields! They might see you as a threat. Listen... follow my instructions very carefully...
Ava: But captain, Legion could be destroyed!
Whalecow: Everything's okay, Ava. Please, just listen to me...

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F.S.S. Legion

Whalecow: ...Everything will be alright.
Ava: ...Alright. (to the weapons officer) stand down defensive fields. (to Whalecow) Awaiting orders, sir.
Whalecow: Thanks. Now... I want you to transfer a transmission for me, from this ship through Legion to the Kamisho group that is attempting to fall back. Try to get them to patch us through to the Gilldar vessels. After that, leave the rest to us!
Ava: Yes, sir! I'll make sure everything is done.
Whalecow: I know. (the transmission cuts)

Everyone on the bridge looks at Ava, awaiting orders, worry evident on their faces despite the darkened bridge. She takes a deep breath before barking out the orders.

Ava: Comm, get me the Typhoon.

The comm officer assents and in moments Chizuru is onscreen.
Chizuru: Hello, Ava. It seems you are in a bit of a situation here. How might I assist your captain's latest unlikely plan?
Ava: How did you...?
Chizuru: (grins) He's too much like his father. Typhoon is prepared.
Ava: Whalecow says he would like a little privacy. (She raises an eyebrow on that last part, still not entirely sure what he meant.)
Chizuru: (nods) Message received. Complying... with pleasure. Typhoon out.

The feed cuts and a moment later, at a fresh directive from Legion's commander, Chizuru's face is replaced by audio from a Kamisho vessel.

Kamisho: (demanding, yet a bit afraid) W-what do you want, human!?
Ava: We want to help. To stop this fighting, for everyone.
Kamisho: (hesitantly) We would like to believe you. Death is bad, no matter what species you are a part of. What would you have US do?
Ava: (very calmly) All we require of you is a channel opened with the Gilldar flagship. Our captain desires a word with them, and a straight hail from us may not be received so well.
Kamisho: ...Very well. But be warned... the Gilldar do not like your species. In fact, they hate you.
Ava: (nods) Noted.
Kamisho: (nods back) We're opening your channel now. You have one chance. Route the transmission as you will.

There is a moment of silence, and Ava realizes she had been holding her breath when the commpanel finally pings and the comm officer gives her a mildly surprised thumbs-up. She nods and he routes it over to Whalecow's personal comm on the Antares Dreadnought.

Sensors: Sir! The Typhoon has begun to emit a jamming field! All frequencies are blocked save for ship-to-ship low-band!
Ava: Good. Polarize hull plating and stand by.
Weapons: Yes, ma'am!

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Antares Dreadnought, bridge.

Astral and Zephyr look at the strange ADF captain with raised eyebrows. What could he be planning? He crosses the room and removes his comm device, handing it to Spy.

Spy: (takes it and grins) My turn to order the pizza?
Whalecow: (grins back) Something like that. These guys seem to be quite the warrior culture. Why don't you bond with them a little?
Spy: Time for a little... (flourishes) careful diplomacy!

He pushes the button to let the transmission that had just come in through and then withdraws to an empty corner of the bridge. Whalecow, meanwhile, turns to the captain.

Whalecow: You're afraid of him, aren't you?
Captain: Huh?
Whalecow: Mr. "Smith".
Captain: ...
Whalecow: I thought so.
PMC comm: Sir! The fleet is reporting group-wide long-range signal jamming!
Captain: (points accusingly at Whalecow) This is your doing!
Whalecow: That's right. But you know what? Your boss can't hear you now. He won't know right away what you do. And if you would be kind enough to transfer command of this one ship... (He stops and checks his chirping secondary comm device at his belt. Endershadow needed time. He lets it drop back to a hanging position and continues.) ...we can see to ending this nightmare.
Captain: (thinks for a moment) Fine. But you better deliver. There are a lot of lives out there.

The captain clearly expects the command of the ship to go to Whalecow, or maybe even Spy. Imagine his surprise, then, when Whalecow takes his pointer finger and gestures at Astral and Zephyr.

Whalecow: You two, take command.
Astral: (confused) This is most unusual...
Zephyr: (also confused) ...Are you certain?
Whalecow: (nods) We'll take this ship and plant it right in front of the Gilldar flagship. I trust you can tell which one that is?
Astral: Yes, we can. The Void has its own ship identification system.
Whalecow: That's good, because this ship may not last long without shields or weapons online, so time is of the essence.
Captain: Whoa whoa whoa, hold on! WITHOUT shields or weapons!? Are you trying to get us all killed!?
Whalecow: No more than your "benevolent" boss who sent you here with at least one child aboard to probably die.
Captain: ...
Whalecow: (sighs) They won't open fire once our new friends (gestures toward Astral and Zephyr) let them know that this ship is under friendly management.
Captain: (looks at Whalecow, then the reapers, then back at Whalecow, eyes narrowed) You're gonna get us all killed. Anyone ever tell you you're an idiot?
Whalecow: (chuckles, remembering highschool with "Comrade Crescentia") You have no idea. (turns to the comm officer) Put out a wide hail to all allied battlegroups, ship-to-ship low-band.
Captain: What are you gonna do now?
Whalecow: (takes out a coin worth a single credit and looks at it. A gift from Lucina, all those years ago. "For his good fortune", she had said.) I guess I'm going to flip a coin.

As the PMC comm officer opens the transmission, he takes one last look at the PACT-issued currency and puts it back into his cloak. Suddenly, the comm officer gives him a hand signal, and he is on the air. All across the battlefield, his transmission is heard from every PMC and ADF speaker. If any of the Void wished it, they could have heard as well. Thanks to the jamming, however, Mr. Smith would remain in the dark. Whalecow briefly lets a winning grin dance across his face before addressing the multitude.

Whalecow: (ship-to-ship low-band) Greetings all forces within or allied with the Antares Mercenary Group. I am Captain Whalecow of the ADF Starship FSS Legion.
CEO: You see... we're not so different, you & I...
Whalecow: I know not why you have been ordered here. I know, however, why you are here. I have spoken to this "Mr. Smith" of yours.
CEO: You help clothe & feed orphans, I build them homes. You give medical attention to those in need, I provide the hospitals & doctors.
Whalecow: He has claimed that he and I are two sides of the same coin. If that's true... he clearly sees me as the "tails" side, if you will.
CEO: And lastly, you recruit ex-pirates & ex-terrorists into your ranks & they now do good.
Whalecow: I will be the first one to say, that even in command of the largest human-made starship built in two millennia... I am one of the smallest, one of the least significant. This Smith of yours... his influence is wide... his contributions great...
CEO: I do the same to even more & give them new & better lives than before.
Whalecow: ...But in the end... who is he really... and what are his goals?
CEO: You see, captain Whalecow, you and I...
Whalecow: ...and what does he really do for you? And why?
CEO: ...are merely different sides of the same coin... The mission we do here will help in the greater picture of things.
Whalecow: He has sent you all to fight and possibly die here... but where is HE? Resting in an office somewhere, eating bon-bons on a couch the price of small starships?
CEO:  Although, sometimes sacrifices need to be made.
Whalecow: He is asking you for the ultimate sacrifice if necessary, and why? I have met men like him in the past.
CEO:  I don't like it either, but life is cruel & this is dirty work, and someone has to do it.
Whalecow: Because he refuses to do it himself. And I know why this is as well.
CEO: I'm sure you understand what I mean...
Whalecow: Power. He has it, and he is afraid to lose it. And that's what you're afraid of, isn't it? That's right. You march to your deaths without question because you're afraid of him. And he thinks he can keep things going this way.
Whalecow: On the contrary, I don't think so...
Whalecow: On the contrary... his power is an illusion. His power exists because of all of you doing as he says. Therein lies the true power. Wars are not won by weapons, but by flesh and blood.
CEO: Well, indeed there is one difference between us.
Whalecow: He can talk all he wants about philanthropy, charity... but when push comes to shove, you are the ones out here sticking your necks out and fighting alien vessels the likes of which you have never seen. Through fear for your "benevolent benefactor".
CEO: You see, I am a businessman. I deal with business professionally & efficiently.
Whalecow: I and my crew, on the other hand, are out here doing things ourselves... professionally and efficiently. We have no vaunted titles, no silhouettes with voice-scramblers. Yet we get things done as well as we can. And perhaps we don't do things on as grand a scale as Mr. Smith does...
CEO: That means I also have to deal with nuisance efficiently, it's nothing personal really, it's just business.
Whalecow: But for us, it is VERY personal... and we get the job done right. (pauses for a moment) With the jamming in effect, everything said or done here will remain completely private. I offer this suggestion: Stop sacrificing your lives and the lives and happiness of your families for a quick credit and "safety", which is an illusion. If any of you so desires, the Alliance for the Defense of Freedom could use skilled men and women like you all. Together we could face humanity's problems at the root. The individual. The pay wouldn't be that great, admittedly, but the good you would be doing would be well worth it, this I can guarantee from experience. This is merely an offer, of course. Whatever you decide, whether it be joining us, striking it out alone... or considering remaining in your current position, the best thing you can all do for everyone right now is cease fire and warp out. And remember to keep in touch. Mr. Smith is not one to leave bases uncovered... but if you harm one of us, you mess with all of us. In the end... all I can ask... is that you wake up and think for a moment. For yourselves, for your families, for humanity. Good day.

Whalecow signals the comm officer to stop the transmission. Then he examines the battlefield once again, hoping that something, anything, had changed...

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Well, that was a bit long. I think Ender was gonna do something, Spy agreed to talking to the Gilldar beforehand, and York agreed on Chizuru's plan as well but I left room for fleshing it out. Astral and Zephyr have command of the Antares Command Dreadnought, and I guess it would be their job to bring it to the Gilldar flagship. Don't know what the PMC as a whole are gonna do, though. Whalecow really didn't know enough about Mr. Smith to say much more. Don't know what KTKM is gonna do either.
Inwhaleably yours,
Whalecow

Offline Endershadow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #574 on: June 02, 2015, 11:35:02 pm »
I'll post soon, I just need to find some free time (damn finals)

Please be careful not to fall into any holes in reality caused by my reality hole generator. If you do fall in though, I can assure you that there will be no adverse side effects except for the following: instantaneous mutation, loss of 1 or more vital organs, turning into banana pudding, amnesia, loss/growth of 1 or more limbs, additional vital organs, loss of DNA, insanity, hallucinations, destruction of the fabric of space and time, redundancy, redundancy, a craving for apples, the ability to see shinigami, for females: an erection lasting more than 4 hours, for males: extremely painful menstrual cramps, testicular inversion, gender swapping, the urge to watch my little pony, and/or death

Offline [Astral|Zephyr]™

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #575 on: June 02, 2015, 05:23:11 pm »
I'll post soon, I just need to find some free time (damn finals)

I know that feeling all too well... Best of luck, Ender.
The only way to truly hurt a man, is to take everything that he valued and degrade it and remind him of it everyday of his life. But by doing this, you also create a monster, and you will regret ever harming that man, because he will be your greatest horror.

Offline Endershadow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #576 on: June 02, 2015, 06:02:26 pm »
I'll post soon, I just need to find some free time (damn finals)

I know that feeling all too well... Best of luck, Ender.

It's not that I find them hard. I find them relatively easy. They just drain me since it's multiple 2 hour long tests per day.

Please be careful not to fall into any holes in reality caused by my reality hole generator. If you do fall in though, I can assure you that there will be no adverse side effects except for the following: instantaneous mutation, loss of 1 or more vital organs, turning into banana pudding, amnesia, loss/growth of 1 or more limbs, additional vital organs, loss of DNA, insanity, hallucinations, destruction of the fabric of space and time, redundancy, redundancy, a craving for apples, the ability to see shinigami, for females: an erection lasting more than 4 hours, for males: extremely painful menstrual cramps, testicular inversion, gender swapping, the urge to watch my little pony, and/or death

Offline [Astral|Zephyr]™

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #577 on: June 02, 2015, 06:04:16 pm »
I'll post soon, I just need to find some free time (damn finals)

I know that feeling all too well... Best of luck, Ender.

It's not that I find them hard. I find them relatively easy. They just drain me since it's multiple 2 hour long tests per day.

Well... that's tests for you... They suck, I know. Hang in there.
The only way to truly hurt a man, is to take everything that he valued and degrade it and remind him of it everyday of his life. But by doing this, you also create a monster, and you will regret ever harming that man, because he will be your greatest horror.

Offline Napsy NAPS

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #578 on: June 08, 2015, 08:31:15 pm »
Finally found time to post, so let's go at it.

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Antares Dreadnought, bridge.

Spy retired to an empty corner of the bridge, taking a seat on an empty chair, and putting his feet over a control pannel that looked like it had shortcituitted. He took a minute to relax before activating the comm device, taking a deep breath, and prepared to take some risks... again.

Kamisho: (Looking nervious, but hoped to end the fight.) Human! You are the captain of the flagship that contacted us earlier, right?
Spy: Not exactly... No, not at all, but I have been trusted by him to handle this situation. So, let's get to work already.
Kamisho: This is not going to go well... I'm putting you in communication with the Gildar flagship. Whatever you do, don't anger them, they are not exactly the ones who do a lot of talking.
Spy: (grins) I'll feel just like at home, then.

With a sigh of the kamisho, the screen catches 3 seconds of static and a moment later, the image changes to that of a tall Gildar.

Gildar: (Surprised, and after he realizes what he's seeing, angry.) Human...
Spy: Wrong. I'm a Hissho, but anyways, I'm talkin-
Gildar: (Laughs) Hah! Don't make me laugh! I can recognize a warrior when I see one, and you don't look like one to me.
Spy: (Frowns) And you look like you are trying to compensate for something. I am here to tell you to leave with your allies. Now.
Gildar: Leave? Our allies are dying in the field, so we will continue fighting untill all humans ar-
Spy: (facepalms, tired) If you keep fighting, your allies will get pulled into the fight, and die. So help them repair their ships, and leave. Now!
Gildar: (Frowns) I don't appreciate the tone you are using there, human...
Spy: (Gets closer to the holo screen, angry.) I. Am. Not. A. Human!!!

Spy looks at the rest of the bridge. He has gotten a bit loud, and some people are now looking. In fact, now looks like the female Reaper is walking in his direction.

Spy: (Takes a deep breath and looks at the Gildar again.) Do what I told you to do, or else, I'll have to go there and make you do it myself.
Gildar:... Are you challenging me to a duel... human?

The female Reaper is now close to Spy, observing the call, but staying out of it. Spy chooses to ignore her and the last remark of the Gildar.

Spy: ... If yo wont hear my words, you will have to deal with my fists.
Gildar: (Laughs) You are brave, little one...
Spy: (Grins) Someone I know would kill you if she heard.
Gildar: Hah. Come to our ship. Alone. We will observe the ship you are in to make sure we don't fire on it.
Spy: (Nods and gets up.) I am going to enjoy beating you up. (With this, he closes the device, and looks at the Reaper.
Zephyr: I shall accompany you to the Gildar flagship. You could need my aid.
Spy: Nah. I will go alone, and teach that guy a lesson or two.
Zephyr: ... I have a gunship, and you came here on a droppod. How do you plan to get there?
Spy: ... Point taken. Let's roll.

Both of them begin to walk out of the room, but Spy stops for a moment and tosses the communication device to Whalecow.

Spy: I'm going to make a quick visit. Talk diplocy over a cup of tea and whatnot.
Whalecow: ... Are you sure you are doing good?
Spy: Totally sure. (he turns to leave) And don't worry, I have a plan.
Zephyr: I would like to hear your plan.
Spy: (Grins) Not losing the fight.

Both Spy and Zephyr get in the gunship, and silently start the short travel towards the Gildar flagship. Both of them are silent, but Spy could swear he was still being watched closely, and to more annoyance, the scans on his implants were not working, to the point it was almost making him blind in his right eye.

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Gildar flagship, hangar.

The gunship lands on the hangar, and Spy takes a look out. The first thing he notices are about 50 Gildar soldiers waiting outside, in the middle of them, the one he had the chat just a couple minutes ago. The hangar itself is gray metallic, and as far as Spy can tell, it just looks alien to him. He steps out of the gunship, followed by Zephyr. The Reaper ang the gildar exchange word in their languajes, and after a couple minutes, Zephyr turns to Spy.

Zephyr: The duel is going to begin, and you shall adbide to these rules. Not killing your opponent, and no ranged weapons. Also, looking at your lack of armor, your opponent shall have none too. If you win, you will be given control of this fleet, and if not, you and your allies will help on destroying the ret of the human armada. That is all.
Spy: (Looks around and grins.) I could use some ships like this one... Ready.

Zephyr walks away backwards, and a circle slowly forms with the gildars watching, leaving their captain and Spy in front of eachother. The start walking in circles looking at eachother.

Spy: Non lethality? A shame. I wanted to rip and eat your heart.
Gildar: She got in the way. If it was up to me, I'd would have put your head in my room.
Spy: (draws his swords and stops.) Wouldn't be the first one who says that. You have good taste.
Gildar: Enough. (He pulls a greatsword from behing him, and grabs it with two of his four arms.) Show me you are more than talk.

The gildar cuts to the chase, literally. Practically effortless, he raises the sword high avobe his head, and charges towards Spy, who grabs the sword on his right hand, and the blade to block the strike, barely moving from place.

Spy: (Grins) So you ARE compensating for something.

The Gildar smirks two, and with the two free arms he has, he punches Spy twice in the abdomen, forcing him to take a dash backwards, and quite sure that has caused him some internal damage, due to the sheer amount of pain he feels in the inside. Just when Spy has taken twp steps backwards, the gildar continues with the attack, launching a horizontal swing with the greatsword that Spy manages to duck, but the gildar still has not finishes, and tries to grab Spy with the two arms he still has free.

Spy: Not this time!

Still ducking, Spy gives two slashes with his sword, managing to get deep cuts on both the hands of the gildar, forcing him back and now jumping prepared two strike him again, but a backpunch of the left arm if the gildar sends Spy flying around some meters, making him land backwards, and the gildar followed too jumping on top of Spy, ready to strike.

Spy grabbed his blade, watching the Gildar fall towards him. "Now or never. This is going to hurt."  Raising the blade and moving away a little, Spy's blade pierced the Gildar blade, all the way up to the back, in exchange of the greatsword of the Gildar piercing Spy's left shoulder. For a minute, everything goes silent.

Gildar: (Rolls left and falls in the ground, removing the blade from his body.) ... Your words are up to your fighting skill. Just below the heart. Could have been lethal if you wanted...
Spy: (Removes the blade from his shoulder and gets up groaning, seathing his blade and holding his wound.) ... Told ya... Now do as I say. stop all the weapons and prepare to retreat.

Serveral Gildar look at eachother, nodding eventually, and leaving talking in an alien languaje.

Spy: (Turns to one of the Gildar.) Take me to the bridge. I shall manage everything personally.
Gildar captain: (Still in the ground) Wait, warrior. I don't know your name, tell me how to call you by.
Spy: (Glances at the downed captain.) I don't have one, and I don't need one. Call me however you want, I really don't care.

With this, Spy leaves to the bridge on the Gildar flagship, sending one of the members to help the downed captain, and begging mentally for the trouble to finally end.


Offline [Astral|Zephyr]™

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #579 on: June 15, 2015, 05:10:35 pm »
Got bored, so I decided to polish several of the earlier posts I made, particularly this database that was a mess when I created it the first time. :P

http://innomenpro.com/forums/index.php?topic=879.msg23610#msg23610

Anyways, hope to see new posts soon...
The only way to truly hurt a man, is to take everything that he valued and degrade it and remind him of it everyday of his life. But by doing this, you also create a monster, and you will regret ever harming that man, because he will be your greatest horror.

Offline Endershadow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #580 on: June 16, 2015, 06:24:16 am »
I'm going to post soon. I swear! *continues procrastinating*

Please be careful not to fall into any holes in reality caused by my reality hole generator. If you do fall in though, I can assure you that there will be no adverse side effects except for the following: instantaneous mutation, loss of 1 or more vital organs, turning into banana pudding, amnesia, loss/growth of 1 or more limbs, additional vital organs, loss of DNA, insanity, hallucinations, destruction of the fabric of space and time, redundancy, redundancy, a craving for apples, the ability to see shinigami, for females: an erection lasting more than 4 hours, for males: extremely painful menstrual cramps, testicular inversion, gender swapping, the urge to watch my little pony, and/or death

Offline KTKM-Sama

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #581 on: June 24, 2015, 02:02:36 am »
After many weeks, I presented you this post.
Not the best post yet, but at least I posted. I will put the second part as soon as possible

 Part 1: In Torpedo dealer group, equipments break you.

Somewhere near Asteroid Cluster Epsilon-327 , Galactic Sector D-5.
Torpedo dealer group Expeditionary division, Flagship Kitakami, Command bridge.
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The Torpedo dealer group Expeditionary Division, Which is Torpedo Cruiser Kitakami and her escorts, Marokshod and two Vostok-class escort ships were anchored. They are wating for the report.

Helmsman: The cargo has been secured. However, it looks like they managed to get a distress call out before we could jam them.

KTKM: Whatever. It's not like they will care to investigate about it much anyway. I mean, this is space. Pirate attacking convoy is just an everyday life. Remember that we got 2.27 convoy raiding per day? And It's not the same pirate guy. Millions of pirate live here in the galaxy. It's not like they're going to think that 'Hey, actually. Maybe we should try to find out who they are' But if that so, good luck trying to find a pirate in a space where there are pirates everywhere. So...(shrugs) Who care

Helmsman: I see, And Sir... Mr. Switchblade is already demanding that dinner with Lieutenant Commander Shields.

KTKM: Dude, I told him that he and Cutter are going to have dinner in the Legion. I said nothing about having a dinner with Ms. Nozomi AT ALL. But the access to Legion give you a chance to make a free roam around the ship, therefore, have a chance to visit where Ms.Nozomi live and have an encounter with her, or have a good enough luck to make Our dear Whalecow invite his daughter to have a dinner with too.  If you are lucky and charismatic enough, you may be able to get to know her much better, and may get into realationship. If you screwed it up, well. It's your fault.

Helmsman: Aye, sir...

KTKM: Something wrong, dude?

Helmsman: You think we will get in trouble for asking for too much money from Central?

KTKM: You're talking like this is still Soyuz, comrade. I assume you mean Legion. If so, I can assure you that any trouble we come into will be the minimum. Really.

Helmsman: We still shouldn't be too needy or take advantage.

KTKM: The hell ya saying, dude? You are starting to hate this?

Helmsman: All I am saying is that I have trouble with taking food from the mouths of widows and orphans.

KTKM: People eats foods, not credits, comrade. And you know what? This money will go for supporting Soyuz Uprising.

Helmsman: ..........

KTKM: You know what happened to Soyuz dude. PACT invade our homeworld Soyuz and annexed her. You know how PACT guys treat native people. So we are basicly funding our motherland to take an uprising against people who is taking food from mouths of widows and orphans too, you know.

Helmsman: I was about to say the same to you, comrade.

KTKM: Good, then..-

All thought of further speech is lost as the cargo ships begin docking and the unloading begins.

KTKM: Ah, here it is the cargo. So we suppose to bring the cargo to ADF, huh? Geez, Whalecow. Not even bringing a transport ship for us?

Helmsman: That is because we didn't request, sir.

KTKM: Oh, right-right-right-right...

Helmsman: Uhm...Sir, We have a problem, sir. Our Kitakami can't take the cargo that much...Uhm-...

KTKM: That's why we have our Escort carrier Marokshod there, comrade. She was suppose to bring the Asteroid Redierctor Spacecrafts, so we replaced most of her spacecraft in the hangars with it. Now those ARSs was gone because we use all of it. So there's plenty of empty rooms there.

Helmsman: Affirmitive, sir. Changing target, loading cargos to Marokshod.

Suddenly, KTKM receives a transmission on the Soyuz-built analog TV screen. Then leaves the room with a smile on his face.

Helmsman: Sir?

KTKM: Good news, comrade. Serena is coming.

The Helmsman merely nods, unsure if he should be happy or worried.

Helmsman: Do you mean your friend from the childhood, sir?

KTKM: No, no, Not her. It is UFS Serena. Unified Federation Submarine. Remember Unified, comrade? Capitalist guys who always offend Soyuz. These days they are allied with Alliance, since PACT take agressive way first and invade Soyuz to take more clays, Unified just simply ally with the enemy of PACT to-...Ah, I guess I don't need to re-tell the history about that again, thought.

Helmsman: Not a very good sign to see a Unified ship in this area...

KTKM: Indeed, especially if it just unclocked a minute ago. Meaning this guy was watching us. This could be worse than we expected.

Then suddenly, they recieve a call from UFS Serena.

Helmsman: Sir! A call from UFS Serena, sir!

KTKM: Good, didn't hear the sound of another Far-away-space people for a long time. Put them throught. Wonder what will they talking about...

Mister Helmsman hand his boss a voice-only transmitter, or at this rate we could just call it a phone. KTKM picks it up, and begin to speak.

KTKM: This is chairman of Torpedo dealer group, speaking.

Suddenly, the loundest voice you ever heard in the history of space exploration can be heard throught out the Command bridge of The Torpedo Cruiser. Even thought KTKM is using, basicly a phone. But the voice of Captain Keains is just too lound that you can heard it from 10 metres away, and yes, from a phone.

Samuel Keains: THIS IS CAPTAIN SAMUEL KEAINS, COMMANDER OF THE UNIFIED FEDERATION SUBMARINE, UFS SERENA.YOUR ACTION AGAINST THE ALLIANCE CONVOYS HAS BEEN RECORDED. BY HIRING A GROUP OF PIRATE TO ATTACK THE CONVOYS AND TAKING THE CARGOS, YOU ARE BREAKING THE POLICY OF-...WHATEVER IT IS!

KTKM: Oh my godness! Can't this guy just talking less lounder? Turn the vollume down, comrade. I don't want our transmitter to be broken again. (sighs)

But it seems like turning down the vollume didn't help much, as Captain Keains is just speaking even lounder. With three hundread percents more freedrom and democracy.

Samuel Keains: YOU GODLESS COMMIE BASTARD! WE KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE AND WE ARE GOING TO TELL THE ALLIANCE ABOUT IT, YOU HEARD?

KTKM: Hey-hey-hey! We ain't commie, fools! We are businessmen! Merchants! Dealers! Or whatever you call us these days. Seriously, comrade. Mute him, before he yell more and my ears become dust.

Sadly that it just too late. Catain Keains turn his volume up to 350% lounder than before...

Samuel Keakins: YOU FOOLS! WE WILL TELL THIS TO THE ALLIANCE! YOU ARE GOING TO-...

...And the Kitakami's Voice-only transmitter, or at this point, telephone. has a spark, and a little bit of...explosion? Either what happened. It's broken.

   And It's not ending there, Our dear Captain Keains thought that the TDG put the call down, therefore didn't like the action. He thought they were cut the conversation. At first he decied to order the gunman to point the glorious Serena's 12''/50 caliber Mk. 8 gun and shoot the ship down. But then, It's not a very good idea to shot a ship thought. Which could harm the space laws or something like that. Which is, actually, nobody even cares especially some Alien guys.
   
   So what did he do to the ship? Well, he just making a scrath to Kitakami, by 'accidently' scratching his ship's side to Kitakami. To show the TDG's crews that UFS Serena didn't please with this at all. As you may know, The torpedo dealer group's space ships are made from low-grade metal alloy. Due to the lack of metal in the area. Which is not affect to the TDG that much since their main goal of the escort ships were meant to scare the pirates away, not to figh with them. But when it came to ramming. Well, you know the result. Kitakami can't take that much freedom from the Unified ship. and then...

Helmsman: We are taking damage, sir!

KTKM: Gah...! I shall report this to the Space Traffic police! Did our rear cameras record all of this?

Helmsman: Sir, they are all broken a week ago.

KTKM: ......Really?....

But that's not the end. The damage seems to be even worse, even it just a scratch from a Submarine. The USF Serena take a warp jump and leave before she could see what she has done to the poor TDG's flagship.

Helmsman: ...Sir! Our third liquid fuel engine is leaking! Uh...It's mixing with oxider in the engine room, sir! At this rate It's going to be-...

KTKM: Then what the hell are you doing! Shut the rocket engine off before It's going to be-...

The far-away-space ships have many early spacecraft technology put in theirs. Like Liquid fuel rocket engines. It's still use as emergency engine in case of making a full orbit, or de-orbiting. Or even for combat, as it generate more thrust than a normal Ion engine, but came costly with the price of the fuel, as it burns up more fuel than your normal average engine, a lot. Kitakami is one of them, with half of the technology were took from many factions, other half were still Far-away-space-like. Including Vacuum-tube computers, analog TV screen, glass cockpit and more.

And Sadly, they didn't manage to shut down the engine, we don't know how that the Oxider and Liquid fuel mix up together and screwed up in the engine room can cause a dramatic explosion but somehow only damage some engine rooms, and somehow didn't even hurt the crew out there. But seriously, what can we expect of Dr.Kuchekov's design?

Helmsman: ...-Explode.

KTKM:...-Explode.

The Boss and the Helmsman finish their lines

And then it explode.

The sound of explosion can't be heard throught space, but can be heard in the bridge. A big moment of silence when the crews on the bridge realise that the third engine room just explode and causing the main Ion engine to be broken. Which is mean, Kitakami is now uncruisable.

At this rate, KTKM just facepalm.

KTKM:...Report the damge.

Helmsman: Uhm...third Liquid Fuel rocket engine room is explode, main Ion engine is heavily damaged, First and Fourth Solid Booster seem to be gone and...Sir, Our Xenon gas tanks for Ion engine is leaking at the rate of 0.76 percents per minute.

KTKM: (sighs) And this is just from a scratching! Imgaine if we are going to take a real battle! Oh dear...

Helmsman:.............

KTKM: Alright, deploy our repair probes and engineers. Or at this rate we could just all a rescue space tug boat....

Helmsman:....Ah...

KTKM: Also, It seems like they didn't know that we done this for ADF thought. They didn't mention about ADF even a single word. I guess they are just watching and assume as what they seen. Which is good, good for ADF at least.

Helmsman: And what about us?

KTKM: Dunno, maybe they will send officer to watch over us or something?

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Then, 15 minutes later.

Helmsman: A call from the ADF, sir.

KTKM: Hmm...Our transmitter reciever is broken, our Voice-only trans-...I mean telephone, is broken. Let's see...Uh...deploy emergency contacting device!

Helmsman: We, uhm, stored that equipment near the third liquid fuel rocket engine, sir.

KTKM facpalms.

KTKM: Okay, good. Make a call to Marokshod. At least our inner local transmitter is working. Heh.

Minutes later, A young woman with terrible Engrish appeared on the analog screen.

Veronika, The captain of Marokshod: Is there of being anything, Kapitan?

KTKM: Yes, contact Whalecow for me, please. Tell him that Kitakami's transmission device is broken, contact me throught Marokshod.

Veronika, The captain of Marokshod: Tak, holding on plox.

Minutes later, Veronika came back.

Veronika, The captain of Marokshod: Kapitan, An ADF crew answer our call. He said ADF need our help?

KTKM: Again? For what?

Veronika, The captain of Marokshod: They said there is a conflict with a Private Military company and a big alien race which is...I cannot of understanding the rest of it. But it is sound like the PMC is of assholling the Alien race.

KTKM: Humans bullying Alien? I think I heard that story of that not too long ago. Seriously, why they need to put every humans to be assholes and every aliens to be much better?

Veronika, The captain of Marokshod: Ja is of no idea.

KTKM: And more further, why do we even need to care? Aliens will just blame 'Ohhh All the humans are bad! Human worst! worst!' anyway. Huh? This is just too ridiculous.

Helmsman: Sir, you seem to hate aliens more than before.

KTKM: Since they slapped me for almost no good reason, by just showing our tech at them, comrade.

Veronika, The captain of Marokshod: What are we going to do, Kapitan?

KTKM: Sending help as always, of course. Or Whalecow is going to be angry at us...Eh, maybe not. It just big conflict of Big fleets of ship and another Undefeatable alien big fleet of ships anyway. What can our ship make different? (shrugs)

Helmsman: But how can we go there, sir? Our Kitakami is heavily damged.

KTKM: Easy, we have Marokshod over there. Hey, comrade. Go board the Marokshod.

Helmsman: What?

KTKM: Go board the Marokshod.

Helmsman: No, sir. I didn't mean that. I mean, why?

KTKM: Because I'm a chairman of this company, also a captain of this ship and need to stay here and command my ship?

Helmsman:...No, sir. I mean, why me?

KTKM: Because you are my right-handed man?

Helmsman: ....Okay.

KTKM: 'Kay, good. Since transmission devices are broken, you will have to be on your own. Do it just like what I should do, okay? Remember, silly act will make you less evil, that's what I always do. And always, always remember that you have to make profits out of things.
 
Helmsman: Yes sir.

KTKM: Now go board the space boat and take yourself to Marokshod, comrade. Say hi to Veronika onboard and hello to Whalecow and Ms.Crescentia for me too.

Helmsman leaves, he go board the Space boat. To take a trip to the carrier that command by a young woman with very terrible Engrish. He didn't know of the jorney without his captain would be like, probably even worse. With 150% more explosion and terrible Engrish.

KTKM watches the Marokshod and her Vostok-class escort ships jump away from the Kitakami. The chairman didn't even have an idea of what will happen next, as well as The Helmsman.

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Part 2: The Marokshod
Somewhere near Asteroid Cluster Epsilon-327 , Galactic Sector D-5.
Torpedo dealer group Expeditionary division, Flagship Marokshod.

As our mighty Helmsman enter the 5th Luna-class Escort carrier, Marokshod, as representive of KTKM. He found himself in an interesting place.
Wonder what Far-away-space ship looks like? Here, imagine an Ocean Warship. How about a carrier? An escort carrier. Then put it in space. Add space engine (Most of the time it's Ion Engine) and rocket engines, and perhaps some space accessory, and Done.

Yes, that's it. No Fantasy Sci-fi-ish design, no Greatest beautiful ship design, no. Just a ship in space. Totally a spaceship. Spaceship, a ship in space, get it? Of course, many people would count it as 'Ancient Design'. That even Holy Ryuvian Empire can't even be this old. As you may know, Far-away-space people has even more older culture than Ryuvia. They're basicly cold war-era people in space. With mixed technology of Space Exploration era and the Space colony era. And not very well-devoloped when compare to Solaris People, Ceran, PACT Citizen, and even some random poor netural rim countries.

So what do they color their ship? Of course no, they don't do fancy colour like green, blue, pink, yellow and stuffs. They mostly put it as what they color the ocean warship. Since, you know, we identifie the ship by their flags and ID anyway. So why bother picking the color?
And what technology do they equip with? Oh don't even make me tell you. Fancy sci-fi tech weapons like Laser, Plasma, Proton canonon, and fancy stuffs were rarely exit until they were colonised by PACT, and were allied by Alliance for the Unified. They mostly use Space Ballistic canon, Kinetic, Rocketery stuffs, and other things that you can find in the Space Exploration era. But actually...who cares about it anyway? Right? Soyuz and Unified politic are now nothing but just another uninteresting news, PACT occupation in Soyuz is still there for almost ten years and most likely going to be like that forever, Unified still ally with Alliance, just like other nations.

Now back to our mighty Helmsman, still standing right there in the entrance, until the Captain of Luna-class carrier Marokshod greets him.

Veronika: Is of welcoming!,Powitanie Sir Sternik! Welcome to the Marokshod, 5th ship of the Luna-class Escort carrier, the most advanced ship in the Torpedo dealer group!

Of course, the name 'Sir Sternik' is not our Helmsman's real name. It's his nickname, Sternik is meaning 'Helmsman'. Actually, as a narrator I wouldn't even show his real name. Do you know that he suppose to be a character that his name wouldn't be told forever?

Helmsman: ...Eh...I suppose?

As he met Veronika often in his duty, as she joined the Torpedo dealer group since the start, when the TDG immigrate from Soyuz to PACT territory and the same time that Our mighty Helmsman joined. But still, her childish body is still making Helmsman feels wierd. According to the doccument, the affect of radiation from the Soyuz Nuclear Reactor in the year 499 made her look like this. Althought the doccument said she's already 38. Still, with her Torpedo dealer group Naval Summer Uniform (TDG Naval Summer Uniform is white-toned, if you don't know) and with her Bad Engrish fulls of...wierd words, and her height that never rise up to 150cm, she's obviously the person that a Ceran Otaku will call loli-...Actually, let's skip that part, shall we?

Veronika: Oh-oh, don't be shy, Sir Sternik. Me and my crews is of very welcoming you. As you are the representive of...Uhm...That guy, we are even more welcoming you. Now please follow me, I will show you your room while you are here

Helmsman: No-no. Maybe not. Our boss doesn't want this to be a long mission. I will only onboard Marokshod until this mission is finished.

Veronika: Oh...Our...boss?

Helmsman: I mean KTKM, Captain Veronika.

Veronika: Oh, Tak-tak. You mean the chairman. Ja is of sorry, didn't hear anyone call by that word for long times. Very well, please let me lead you to the command bridge.

1 and a half minutes later, a man and a Lo-...I mean, a lady with a not very well-devolop body, arrived to the Marokshod Command bridge. Like Kitakami's, It's full of analog screen. The displays always use big and chunky Cathode ray tube with no LCD light. And don't even think about 4D technology, none of them exits here. The different between Kitakami's and Marokshod's is It's wider, has more space, and a little bit more high-tech-ish.

The ship isn't wierd thought, for a Far-away-space guy obviously. What is wierd is he is not yet found a single male person on this ship except for him. Is this some kind of female-populated ship? Or just some random Ceran Anime bullshit? He wonders, as he enter the command bridge fulls of female officers.

Veronika: So...we are going to Sector 88F? The uncharted space?

Helmsman: Correct.

Veronika: Hm...These people must cannot into exploration, or being a n00b. We, Far-away-space people, already explored all of galaxy, conquered them all, and make cold wars since...Uhm...hundread year ago?

Helmsman: Actually, it's only 70 years ago, but that is because due to the space exploration race between Unified and Soyuz that make it fast. Plus, it doesn't matter now. PACT occupied Soyuz, All of our glory is just...plain.

Veronika: Is of very right.

Helmsman: Okay, let's...eh...change the subject and get us warped, shall we?

Veronika:Tak. (Issue an order to her helmsman) Get us to SEC-88-F, common Protocal.

Marokshod helmsman: Yes, Captain. Ahead Flank! New course!, 26.

Veronika: Charging the Warp drive. Power?

Marokshod helmsman: Tak!

Veronika: engine?

Marokshod helmsman: Tak!

Veronika: HEAT-Shield?

Marokshod helmsman: Tak! Main engine start!

With a strange countdown that Helmsman never encountered before in his service as Kitakami's helmsman. He can't help but stand in his position, doing nothing but watching all the Marokshod crews doing their things.

Marokshod helmsman: T-10! All engines are go! Begin the countdown!

Veronika: Remove the stupid countdown! That is unescessary! Get us to on going already!

Marokshod helmsman: T-tak! Mark!

And the Marokshod is shaking, the good sign that the warping is getting start.

Marokshod helmsman: Warped! Escort Carrier Marokshod warped at GSD5, 05M03W01D02H509Y.

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Somewhere in Sector-88F.
Torpedo dealer group Expeditionary division, Flagship Kitakami, Command bridge.

As the Marokshod and her Escorts, 2 Vostok-class Escort ships. Warped in. They found themselves in a safe distance. Far away from the ADF fleet, PMCs, and the Aliens.

Helmsman:...Hm...Shouldn't we join the ADF fleet instead of here?

Veronika: I am of sorrying, Sir Sternik. But we are not part of the Alliance for the Defense of Freedom.

Helmsman: Huh?

Veronika: I must of saying, only our Chairman and the Kitakami crews are members of the ADF. We and the Torpedo dealer group company, however, is not.  The TDG Expeditionary division is here in the name of Torpedo dealer group, not ADF. Even thought our chairman is into some wierd club, that doesn't mean we are part of that club. Even thought our chairman issue an order to support them.

Helmsman: Oh, right. We need to stay netural here.

Veronika: Very of Tak. So what shall be the order? Sir Representive Sternik?

Helmsman: Hm...Let's see about the situation first. Please contact the Legion, we need to speak with.

Veronika: Affirmitive.

And then, 3 minutes and a half later. The Captain of Marokshod is issue many orders to her crews. But then come back to our Helmsman with a rather pale face

Veronika: Uh...Sir Sternik?

Helmsman: Yes, yes? (stares at the Veronika's face) Oh please don't tell me the transmittor is broken again.

Veronika: Of true, Sir Sternik. However, our voice-only transmittor still online. We will trying to communicate with them as much as possible. Sadly that it can only be talking one person per time. (She points to an old Telephone on the desk)

Helmsman: I have no idea how to use that...Eh...Is it like a normal modern one?

Veronika: Ja of having an idea! Why not let me do talking? I can into talking of good! Might as well as introduce me to the ADF.

Helmsman: Uhm...okay? I guess?

As Veronika picks up the phone, she issues her Comunication officer to connect the telephone to Legion. Then another 3 minutes past until they can talk to each other...

Veronika: Halo? Moshi-moshi?  Mσwisz po polsku?

The owner of the voice talks back to Veronika, but it seems like it's not avaliable to others to heard.

Veronika: Far-away-space Rusky Propagandist? No-no-no! I am not Rojski! What? My accent sound like Rusja? Of being rude! How could you!-...

And then, the owner of voice talks back.

Veronika: No! I am from the Torpedo groupy! I-I mean Torpedo dealer group! No! I am not here to sell things to you! I said we are here to support you! God damnit pieprzyć!, where is of your leader!? Eh...what's his name? Wieloryb? Wieloryb-Krowa? Ah, WelKrow! Where is Leader Welkrow! I need to speak with him now!  What? He is not here? What do you mean he's onboard another ship? He is captain of the ship! How could-...No-no-no! Don't hang up! Explain to me!

And then, another 5 minutes past until she finished the talking

Veronika: Stupid Ceran woman KURWA! I can tell that she's Ceran from her...Accent...thing...or whatever that is....

Helmsman: What happened? why it takes so long?

Veronika: That woman! Whoever that recieve the call! She can't even of understanding my glorious accent! Kurwa! Totally Kurwa! Must being of bad Kurwa!

Our mighty helmsman only stares at the Marokshod Captain, splitting the word 'kurwa' to the whole crews. With all the officers on the bridge watching her pissed of, hitting things, and swearing in her own language.

Helmsman: Uhm...okay...So what's the situation?

Veronika: Tak, Sir Sternik. Uhm...as we heard before. There is a Private Military Company...that seems like they're not in our contact list... and Alien forces fighting each other, Leader Welkrow is currently not onboard Legion. And there is a guy named Spy...Eh...I don' get what he's doing...fighting Alien? Hm...

Helmsman: So they are killing the Aliens now?

Veronika: Nie, nie! Uhm..how can I put this? Ah, they have a battle. And seems like ADF is of supporting Aliens. And there is a pilot with greatest ryder of all time intercepting missiles and..uhm...I don't get the rest that she told me...

Helmsman: Hm...that's wierd. Supporting Aliens over the humanity? Did you get this information right? Captain?

Veronika: Of not very sure. Ja been pissing of with the Ceran woman. Uhm...

Helmsman: Okay, okay. I understand. That's enough to make a turn. Also, how many our Ryder?...or spacecraft that we have in the Marokshod Hangar?

Veronika: Tak! Due to that we have to carry The Asteriod Redirector to do mission, we only have 3 Sukhoi Su-99 fighter Ryders. 1 Kuchekov Ku-15B Observeration Spacecraft.  And a PT-8 Torpedo Patrol boat. Not very good if we are going to fight.

Helmsman: Hm...then there is one simple thing we should do for this.

Veronika: What should it be?

Helmsman: Nothing.

Veronika:....

Marokshod helmsman: Uhm..b-b-but...shouldn't-...we save someone? L-like what the ADF do! I heard on the news!

Helmsman surprised that another helmsman is speaking and adding her comment, which in this case he replies kindly.

Helmsman: Oh, Ma'am. Sadly that we are not ADF. We are the Torpedo dealer group, right, Captain Veronika?

Veronika: Is of very true, but why we should stay do nothing? I is of meaning is-...Our Vostok 30cm flak auto-cannon can still intercept some missiles, eh...not sure about Su-99 but-...

Helmsman: And we will take the hits, of course. If we are getting too close. Remember, our ship isn't designed to fight in the hellstrom. It designed with big guns to scare the pirates away, not to fight the well-armed one. And plus, our dear carrier is lacking of Ryders and spacecrafts. This obviously means it's going to be less effective.

Veronika: Hm..Not to mention that the Luna-class Escort carriers has no armor as well. One hit could be...of disaster. Since they were design to carry spacecrafts and ryders only.

Helmsman: Yes. So we better not take parts on this. This is too big. Well-armed private military company fighting with Aliens isn't something that a group of Escort ships can fight. Look at our name, Luna-class 'Escort Carriers', Vostok-class 'Escort Ships'. These are not something to face...eh..a war.

Marokshod helmsman:........I'm-I'm sorry...

Veronika: Is of not needing to feel sorry. I know of everyone that has something of helping each other.

Helmsman: Alright then. Told the Legion that we will stay here because...Uhm, well. We can't take the fight. And have no troops to support in case of boarding. But willing to help, if Escort ships like us can do.

Veronika: Tak, but shouldn't we do the basic job like...uhm...Communication jamming?

Helmsman: No,no. Our jamming system is, well, bad. and it only protect the Far-away-space ship. So it can result in jamming everything except us. Which is even worse. Beside, our jamming has terrible range.
Veronika: Oh, right.

Helmsman: Just anchored the ship. Send a probe with camera onboard and watch the show, shall we? Also don't forget to contact Legion about our decisiont too.

Veronika: Gah...I hate to talk with that Ceran Kurwa girl again....(Then she issues the command before proceeding to pick up the phone) Anchor the ship!

Marokshod helmsman: Yes, captain. All stop!

And then our dear Captain Veronika is starting to speak with that 'Ceran woman' that we don't know who is she....or did we already know? Hm...

Veronika: Yes, yes. It's of me. This is Captain of Marokshod, being of representive of Torpedo dealer group. No-no. Is of not meaning that! Suka! Gah...

And then the talking begin again...with more swear words in her language
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And so, The Marokshod and Her escorts anchored in a safe position. Not involving in the fight, despite that they're still shooting or not. Althought they said they will support the fight in ADF's side in case of needed. The Escort ships would be pretty much little to no use on this. Well.


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And that's it. Thank you for reading.
« Last Edit: July 02, 2015, 04:17:55 pm by KTKM-Sama »

Offline Endershadow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #582 on: June 29, 2015, 08:18:40 am »
Ok. I'm going to stop procrastinating and actually write this... at 2:35 in the morning...



Ender: Let's go over the checklist once more before we infiltrate the PMC dreadnought. Data storage device?
Laplace: Check.
Ender: Encryption hacking program?
Laplace: Check.
Ender: Portable sensor jammers?
Laplace: Check.
Ender: Okay, looks like we have everything. You ready to go?
Laplace: Almost, I need to perform a few self-diagnostics.
Ender: Alright. I'll warm up the shuttle. Meet me there and we can when you're ready.

Ender walks towards the hangar, leaving Laplace to do her self-diagnostics.

Code: [Select]
Starting self-diagnostics.
Searching for corrupted data.
  2 corrupted files found.
  Restoring from backup.
  Corrupted files repaired.
Searching for memory inconsistencies.
  None found.
Searching for security vulnerabilities.
  10 found; 3 critical and 7 non-critical.
  Generating security patch.
  Patch generated successfully.
  Applying patch as background task.
  Estimated time to completion: 2 hours.
[More tests that I can't think of at the moment]
Self-diagnostics complete.
Overall system integrity: 97.83%

Laplace finishes running diagnostics and meets Ender in the shuttle. They depart Legion and head towards the PMC dreadnought. Once there, they dock the shuttle to one of the emergency airlocks and enter from there.

Ender: Let's see, which way to the data storage room? Left or right? Might as well go left.

Ender and Laplace start walking down the halls of the PMC dreadnought and continue randomly choosing a direction to go until they make it to the data storage room. Ender walks over to a computer terminal and plugs in a portable data storage device. He then starts typing in commands.

Code: [Select]
cd PDSD/utilities/hacking
exec ./password_cracker.bin
Cracking password, please wait.
...
...
...
Password found: vST^n7m4L539pG9xH569Y#v*-N%=^V9c
cd ../data_copier
sudo exec ./data_copier.bin / PDSD/storage/copied/PMC_drdnght
Password required: vST^n7m4L539pG9xH569Y#v*-N%=^V9c
Password accepted.
Copying data.
Estimated time until completion: 1 hour, 48 minutes

Ender: Laplace, can you try to keep them from noticing our copying of their files?

Laplace quickly checks the status of the security patch she's installing. 1 hour, 30 minutes left until it's complete.

Laplace: Sure, but when I was running a self-diagnostic earlier I noticed some security issues. I made a patch to fix them, but they're still installing.
Ender: None of those will allow you to be hacked while you're keeping them from finding us will they?
Laplace: ...Probably not.

Laplace connects herself to a terminal and works on keeping them undetected. Ender signals Whalecow to let him know that he needs some more time.



-1 hour, 30 minutes later-

Code: [Select]
Security patch successfully installed. The security application needs to be restarted before the changes will take effect. Restart now? y/n
Laplace: (to herself) I shouldn't be in any danger if I restart it since it will only be off for a short period of time.

Code: [Select]
y
Closing security application.
Re-opening security application.
Running startup scan.
Scan stopped: manual override



-18 minutes later-

Ender: Finally, the data finished copying. That took a while. Let's go back to Legion.
Laplace: ...
Ender: Laplace?
Laplace: ...
Ender: Uh, are you alright?
Laplace: Huh? Oh, ya. I'm fine.
Ender: You sure?
Laplace: Yes.
Ender: Ok then...

Ender and Laplace head back to Legion with the portable data storage device.



And 26 hours after I start writing, I finally finish. Let's finish this chapter.

Please be careful not to fall into any holes in reality caused by my reality hole generator. If you do fall in though, I can assure you that there will be no adverse side effects except for the following: instantaneous mutation, loss of 1 or more vital organs, turning into banana pudding, amnesia, loss/growth of 1 or more limbs, additional vital organs, loss of DNA, insanity, hallucinations, destruction of the fabric of space and time, redundancy, redundancy, a craving for apples, the ability to see shinigami, for females: an erection lasting more than 4 hours, for males: extremely painful menstrual cramps, testicular inversion, gender swapping, the urge to watch my little pony, and/or death

Offline [Astral|Zephyr]™

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #583 on: July 01, 2015, 11:11:42 pm »
It seems there's a new restriction on attachments, so I'm forced to put the new symbols I want to use here.

Also, might want to check on the database I just updated. I added something for future posts. This will be used from now on. I'll explain more on later chapters~.

http://innomenpro.com/forums/index.php?topic=879.msg24997#msg24997

Other than that, please don't mind it, move along, nothing to see here~ :P

DISCLAIMER:
I do not own any of the images. All of it belongs to its respective creators/owners.


Insignias Part 2.
« Last Edit: January 02, 2016, 04:32:40 pm by Astral »
The only way to truly hurt a man, is to take everything that he valued and degrade it and remind him of it everyday of his life. But by doing this, you also create a monster, and you will regret ever harming that man, because he will be your greatest horror.

Offline Whalecow

Re: ADF (Alliance for the Defense of Freedom) official thread
« Reply #584 on: July 02, 2015, 03:17:34 pm »
York did a roleplay with me so we could get Chizuru's actions up. Here it is.

---Typhoon. Rendezvous point. After departure of ADF forces.---

Chizuru:....Oh Yes....I forgot.....Do we have any Deep Space Recon Probes or Recon. Satellites within survellience range?
Sensors: Aye, ma'am. DSR-372 is currently in a nebula nearby.
Chizuru: Good, tap into it and repurpose to perform survellience of sector...88F, if i recall correctly.
Sensors: Working on it.
Weapons: Well... that was fun.
Chizuru: Truly? I hope you didnt overheat the barrels of the Plas-Accel. Weapons too much, you know that the Weapon heat sinks will start using the stealth heatsinks in that case. I know it is tempting to use the Rapid fire function of the weapons but still...
Weapons: I meant with the Ryuvian tech. Quite the guns on them.
Chizuru: I believe we will catch up. I was surprised when i read something similar on the Battle Data reports between the Sunrider and the Ryuvian Ceremonial Cruisers. Today's Ryuvian cruisers seem to match the description of the ones in the reports.
First Officer: Without the incredibly deadly weapons though.
Chizuru: It did seem that those ships were more warship than ceremonial, yes.
First Officer: I heard somewhere that there are ships out there even more powerful than those. Confirmation, Madame Director? (grins)
Chizuru: *sighs* I won't be able to live that down, Will I?...anyways, Yes, Those are only their cruisers, there are larger and more powerful vessels than that. Besides they've had "plenty of time" to perfect their ship technologies, to say the least.
First Officer: I meant these "Reaper" things you told us about. My impression is that our chances against them should we come to blows are... poor.
Chizuru: Oh yes...Our initial reports seem to suggest that, but we will just have to see.
Weapons: I'll be ready for 'em. With my rapid-fire cannons! Ahahahah.
Chizuru: Heh....is 372 in position yet?
Sensors: Almost... there...On screen.

The screen switches from a view of stars to white and black static. No picture resolves on the screen.

Chizuru: Odd....perhaps it is interference....or maybe a jammer. Are its sensors picking up anything?
Sensors: Definitely jamming. Uh... and now we're getting a transmission...?
Chizuru: Put it through.
Sensors: Gonna have to try descrambling it. IP signature is PACT Super-Dreadnought Legion. Guess they never bothered to get that fixed... or are running a false ID.
Chizuru: hmm...

Slowly but surely a picture resolves on the screen. Through the dissolving "snow", Chizuru makes out Ava on the bridge of Legion. Crewmembers
work in a flurry behind her.

Sensors: Almost got it... The ADF most be sporting some serious tech to get through that jamming.
Chizuru: Perhaps. I wonder what is causing that jamming though.
First Officer: (whispers) Maybe we're about to find out...
Ava: (calmly) This is the Free St...ip Legion. We ha...ountered a standoff between hum...unknown vessels beari... Void. Reques... upport, immediately. Can any... hear... Mother... help us!

The transmission cuts as Legion seems to shake with a sharp impact.

Chizuru:...We're going. Keep 372 on that sector and continue to try to cut through the jamming, I don't want to fly straight into a trap ...And enable the stealth drives.
Helm: Course set. Sector 88-F. Enabling stealth drives. Spinning warp drive. Preparations complete. Awaiting your command.
Weapons: Enable rapid-fire?
Chizuru: Hmph, We'll see. Warp.

Stars turn to streaks as Typhoon goes to warp, the weapons officer grinning and joking to lighten the mood all the way.

---Sector 88F.---

Typhoon recovers from warp and the sensors officer makes the report.

Sensors: Director Crescentia, we have a positive ID on the ADF battlegroup. They seem to be assembled in the middle of a slugfest involving a large fleet of PMC ships... and a smaller unknown group which seems to be a research expedition judging by all the sensors. Ah, now both sides are ceasing fire and standing down on weapons.
Chizuru: What's the status of the Legion? And that "Research expedition" seems to be very heavily armed to take on such a fleet.
Sensors: Status on Legion: Outer structural integrity is at 69%. It looks like they've taken some damage to their forward port section. They must have been hit by the... heavily armed... research expedition.
Chizuru: I suppose that may explain the Research Expedition's origins in a way....send a tight beam transmission to the Legion, let them know that we're here. Once you confirm that they received it, we can use the Legion's Sensor and Heat signature to deactivate our stealth drives without alerting either party.
Engineer: It is rather fatass, ain't it?
Sensors: (sighs) They've recieved the transmission.
Helm: Moving toward Legion.

At length the ship pulls up on Legion's starboard side. The stealth drives are deactivated and it is unlikely the humans, at least, will be able to tell they're there.

Sensors: Legion is requesting parlay. Narrow-beam, short range, ship to ship, lowband... and heavily encrypted.
Chizuru: Most of the "stops" are being pulled out for this transmission it seems...Put it through, secondary encryption protocol.

Almost immediately, the bridge of Legion appears onscreen. Despite the occassional spark from a console or wall conduit, the red-alert lights and klaxons are not on... in fact, neither are Legion's defenses.

Ava: (salutes) Admiral. Welcome to... the party. (sighs)
Chizuru: Judging from your current situation, the lack of Captain Whalecow on the bridge and that saying means that....you're in the middle of one of his "plans"
Ava: He said he had a plan. Uh, part of this is actually mine.
Chizuru: Truly? hmm...
Ava: I trust him.... And he trusts me.
Chizuru: I see....Oh yes, why did you call? I believe that what you have to say is important considering the security of the transmission
Sensors: Admiral! New contacts! A massive PMC fleet, and more unknowns, different configuration! They warped in a few seconds ago... and are firing on each other!
Ava: (gets something on her earpiece) The plan has changed. Admiral, here's your part. The captain asks that you jam communications coming from or entering this sector... but leave in-sector communications intact. Whalecow has to speak to the PMC fleet. KTKM has sent Ms. Veronika and her ship to provide a distraction. Endershadow is about the PMC flagship extracting data, and... (sighs again) Mr. Spy will be handling the new unknowns. If you'll excuse me, I have a "Gildar" to speak to, apparently.
Chizuru: Very well, It shall be done. Should I also Jam their targeting?
Ava: It's unlikely we'll be able to jam the unknowns. We jsut need the PMC unable to recieve orders. Don't jam targetting, or that might cause a panic.
Chizuru: Hmm....alright.
Ava: Everything will be okay. Trust us. The Alliance for the Defense of Freedom has made it this far.

At this, the transmission cuts.

Weapons: I don't like this. We should open fire on the unknowns. They seem incredibly unfriendly and warlike.
Chizuru: With these kinds of odds? Im fine with staying relatively quiet.
Sensors: Ready to flood IP frequencies with static jam.
Chizuru: Do it.

The sensors officer pushes a final button on his console, and, predictably, nothing obvious happens.

Sensors: Jamming accomplished. Sending the confirmation to Legion. (looks up) Update. Unidentified shuttle from PMC flagship headed toward unknown flagship. Short-band transmission from PMC flagship to PMC fleet is live. Captain Whalecow of FSS Legion speaking.
Chizuru:...Let's hear it.
Whalecow: (ship-to-ship low-band) Greetings all forces within or allied with the Antares Mercenary Group. I am Captain Whalecow of the ADF Starship FSS Legion. I know not why you have been ordered here. I know, however, why you are here. I have spoken to this "Mr. Smith" of yours.

The name "Smith" is accompanied by hisses amongst Typhoon's bridge crew.

First Officer: Him again.
Chizuru: Indeed. I was hoping that the stereotype wouldn't be true in this case, (where "I hope I'll never see THAT guy again".....*Sees THAT guy again* "....Well shit")
Whalecow: He has claimed that he and I are two sides of the same coin. If that's true... he clearly sees me as the "tails" side, if you will. I will be the first one to say, that even in command of the largest human-made starship built in two millennia... I am one of the smallest, one of the least significant. This Smith of yours... his influence is wide... his contributions great...
Weapons: His "contributions" include tricking my wife into working as an informant. Asshole.
Whalecow: ...But in the end... who is he really... and what are his goals? ...and what does he really do for you? And why?

Chizuru catches the helm officer looking at her, hoping she knows.

Chizuru: I know....kind of...
Whalecow: He has sent you all to fight and possibly die here... but where is HE? Resting in an office somewhere, eating bon-bons on a couch the price of small starships?
Helm: Why?
Chizuru: hmm...
Whalecow: He is asking you for the ultimate sacrifice if necessary, and why? I have met men like him in the past. ...Because he refuses to do it himself. And I know why this is as well.
First Officer: ...Power.
Chizuru:...All too familiar...
Whalecow: Power. He has it, and he is afraid to lose it. And that's what you're afraid of, isn't it? That's right. You march to your deaths without question because you're afraid of him. And he thinks he can keep things going this way.
On the contrary... his power is an illusion. His power exists because of all of you doing as he says. Therein lies the true power. Wars are not won by weapons, but by flesh and blood.
Weapons: (nods) Hmph.
Whalecow: He can talk all he wants about philanthropy, charity... but when push comes to shove, you are the ones out here sticking your necks out and fighting alien vessels the likes of which you have never seen. Through fear for your "benevolent benefactor".
Helm: (thinks to Chizuru) Thank you for saving me from that life.

*Chizuru nods towards the helm*

Whalecow: I and my crew, on the other hand, are out here doing things ourselves... professionally and efficiently. We have no vaunted titles, no silhouettes with voice-scramblers. Yet we get things done as well as we can. And perhaps we don't do things on as grand a scale as Mr. Smith does...
Engineering: But you do it right, don't you, comrade?
Whalecow: But for us, it is VERY personal... and we get the job done right. (pauses for a moment) With the jamming in effect, everything said or done here will remain completely private. I offer this suggestion: Stop sacrificing your lives and the lives and happiness of your families for a quick credit and "safety", which is an illusion. If any of you so desires, the Alliance for the Defense of Freedom could use skilled men and women like you all. Together we could face humanity's problems at the root. The individual. The pay wouldn't be that great, admittedly, but the good you would be doing would be well worth it, this I can guarantee from experience. This is merely an offer, of course. Whatever you decide, whether it be joining us, striking it out alone... or considering remaining in your current position, the best thing you can all do for everyone right now is cease fire and warp out. And remember to keep in touch. Mr. Smith is not one to leave bases uncovered... but if you harm one of us, you mess with all of us. In the end... all I can ask... is that you wake up and think for a moment. For yourselves, for your families, for humanity. Good day.
The channel cuts and there is silence. Then, slowly at first, then faster, the helmsman begins to clap, soon joined by the first officer, then the engineer, then sensors, then weapons, then the whole rest of the room.
First Officer: I heard from the grapevine that you're a relative of his.
Chizuru: You could say that.
First Officer: I think you have another Admiral York on your hands. In a way. (chuckles)
Chizuru: Heh, maybe...
« Last Edit: July 02, 2015, 03:32:25 pm by Whalecow »
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