A Broken Peace
Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 9:03 am
Admiral Beckett looked wearily over the bridge of the Harbinger, which was the age old flagship of the 12th Sector Fleet. His crew poured over the consoles and controls; they checked everything from heat-sinks to the targeting computers. The tracker systems had stayed unsurprisingly inactive throughout the whole routine. Beckett couldn't help but smirk at the fact that he had walked from the same cabin, through the same hall, up the same elevators, past the same flight-bays, over the same cat-walk overlooking the cooling units, and sat his behind in the same chair for over nineteen years.
The Admiral's adjutant, Commander Sarah Alix, perfunctorily marched up the stairs and past three stages of coordinators. She held her hand up to forehead in a salute, "All systems check out, Admiral."
The Admiral sighed, "Commander, what else is new?"
The Commander simply shrugged, "Not sure what you mean, sir..."
"Contemplate this, Alix," His smirk disappeared into a solicitous scowl, "The Terran Federation has spanned out from soul for over six-hundred years. Within those precious six centuries we have only had one major conflict." The Admiral held out a single index finger to emphasize his point.
"Sir, The Rebellion was the largest conflict Federation history..."
Beckett grinned at his characterization of The Rebellion, "A few disgruntled colonies pulled down the flag and put some other blotched cloth up. It lasted for less than six days. We called it The Rebellion."
"Sir, I don't think this is proper-"
"Of course not, Commander. Dismissed."
The Commander simply nodded and walked off back down the stairs. The Admiral looked on curiously through the view port, musing and imagining. It'd be great if there was something that'd shoot back out there. He then shook his head. If something could shoot back, it could kill him.
A small series of beeps forced him to turn his head to the far side of the bridge. A crewman worked feverishly on the communications link to translate the beeps into the audible transmission it alerted to.
"Mainscreen, Ensign. This may be interesting..."
The viewscreen of empty space disappeared to show the face of the Supreme Commander of all naval forces in the sector. Beckett stood from his chair and saluted, "SC Kariak, sir! It's an honor."
The SC simply put his hand up on the screen and then took it down, "At ease, Admiral. This isn't an inspection."
The Admiral attempted to hide a creeping smile, "What do you need, sir?"
"We've picked up some strange signals at the edge of sector space. I sent a fleet to investigate-"
"And they didn't return? How many ships, sir?"
"Six Spearheads. They didn't return, but they're still reporting. Admiral, they've found unknown stations. Scans show they're heavily equipped with railguns and other weaponry. I want the Harbinger, as the sector flag ship, to lead the assault."
"Sir, yes sir!" Beckett's shout of excitement made the SC go somewhat wide eyed.
"Excellent enthusiasm, Admiral. We need more of that in the Armada." The SC's comments tinged with sarcasm, but Beckett didn't care. He was going to get action...
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Mission 1: First Contact.
March 1st, 2789 A.D (Relative Earth Date)
Beckett emerged from the cold sleep pod and marched straight to the command chair. His crew started to scramble to their positions. The sleeping klaxons awoke from their century old slumber and brought the crew to its fullest. The view screen illuminated the TAS Harbinger's exit from warp to the sight of a full fledged battle...
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Hello there. I'd like to take this time and present myself. As you all most doubtedly know by now, my screen name is dotdotdot. I'm a big fan of the game (God knows how many projects I've blown playing it...), and I would like to present my little cinematic encounters. The ships are not all too fancy, but they are here. Enjoy.
Note: The encounter is not micramangement heavy.
The Admiral's adjutant, Commander Sarah Alix, perfunctorily marched up the stairs and past three stages of coordinators. She held her hand up to forehead in a salute, "All systems check out, Admiral."
The Admiral sighed, "Commander, what else is new?"
The Commander simply shrugged, "Not sure what you mean, sir..."
"Contemplate this, Alix," His smirk disappeared into a solicitous scowl, "The Terran Federation has spanned out from soul for over six-hundred years. Within those precious six centuries we have only had one major conflict." The Admiral held out a single index finger to emphasize his point.
"Sir, The Rebellion was the largest conflict Federation history..."
Beckett grinned at his characterization of The Rebellion, "A few disgruntled colonies pulled down the flag and put some other blotched cloth up. It lasted for less than six days. We called it The Rebellion."
"Sir, I don't think this is proper-"
"Of course not, Commander. Dismissed."
The Commander simply nodded and walked off back down the stairs. The Admiral looked on curiously through the view port, musing and imagining. It'd be great if there was something that'd shoot back out there. He then shook his head. If something could shoot back, it could kill him.
A small series of beeps forced him to turn his head to the far side of the bridge. A crewman worked feverishly on the communications link to translate the beeps into the audible transmission it alerted to.
"Mainscreen, Ensign. This may be interesting..."
The viewscreen of empty space disappeared to show the face of the Supreme Commander of all naval forces in the sector. Beckett stood from his chair and saluted, "SC Kariak, sir! It's an honor."
The SC simply put his hand up on the screen and then took it down, "At ease, Admiral. This isn't an inspection."
The Admiral attempted to hide a creeping smile, "What do you need, sir?"
"We've picked up some strange signals at the edge of sector space. I sent a fleet to investigate-"
"And they didn't return? How many ships, sir?"
"Six Spearheads. They didn't return, but they're still reporting. Admiral, they've found unknown stations. Scans show they're heavily equipped with railguns and other weaponry. I want the Harbinger, as the sector flag ship, to lead the assault."
"Sir, yes sir!" Beckett's shout of excitement made the SC go somewhat wide eyed.
"Excellent enthusiasm, Admiral. We need more of that in the Armada." The SC's comments tinged with sarcasm, but Beckett didn't care. He was going to get action...
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Mission 1: First Contact.
March 1st, 2789 A.D (Relative Earth Date)
Beckett emerged from the cold sleep pod and marched straight to the command chair. His crew started to scramble to their positions. The sleeping klaxons awoke from their century old slumber and brought the crew to its fullest. The view screen illuminated the TAS Harbinger's exit from warp to the sight of a full fledged battle...
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Hello there. I'd like to take this time and present myself. As you all most doubtedly know by now, my screen name is dotdotdot. I'm a big fan of the game (God knows how many projects I've blown playing it...), and I would like to present my little cinematic encounters. The ships are not all too fancy, but they are here. Enjoy.
Note: The encounter is not micramangement heavy.