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| Tweet Topic Started: June 13, 2011, 6:45 am (392 Views) | |
| Eye of Providence | June 13, 2011, 6:45 am Post #1 |
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Prologue Hidden Lies <INCOMING MESSAGE FROM ADMIRAL KLINE....INCOMING MESSAGE FROM ADMIRAL KLINE....INCOMING MESSAGE FROM ADMIRAL KLINE> <ADMIRAL KLINE> Was all of this a ruse? What is all of this, some sort of corporate gamble? Jesus fucking Christ, John, do you realize what you are doing? You're sending them on a suicide mission to that damned planet of yours. If all the brave men of the Sheol couldn't save your precious rock what makes you think your handpicked team can? This has gone on for too long, I'm going to stop all of this before you throw the peace we obtained to hell, did you even think of-- <SULLIVAN, JOHN> >COMMAND... >ABADDON END COMLINK WITH ADMIRAL KLINE >END OF LINE <COMMUNICATION DISRUPTED> <SULLIVAN, JOHN> >COMMAND... >ABADDON INITIATE PROTOCOL 6.66 >END OF LINE <INITIATING PROTOCOL 6.66> <ABADDON 2.479b> >STATUS: ADMIRAL KLINE >LOCATION...LOCATION...LOCATION... >ADMIRAL KLINE ABOARD THE USS BALASHON >ABADDON_COMMAND... >END OF LINE <SULLIVAN, JOHN> >END ADMIRAL KLINE >END OF LINE <ABADDON 2.479b> >BALASHON COOLING SYSTEM: [ONLINE] >CHANGING... >BALASHON COOLING SYSTEM: [OFFLINE] >BALASHON REACTOR: 50% OUTPUT >CHANGING... >BALASHON REACTOR: 100% OUTPUT >BALASHON SECURITY STATUS: NORMAL >CHANGING >BALASHON SECURITY STATUS: QUARANTINE >USS SHAYMIR A.I. >CONTACT_DAGON 2.479b >COMMAND_WAKEUP <ABADDON 2.479b OFFLINE> Edited by Eye of Providence, June 13, 2011, 6:56 am.
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| Eye of Providence | June 13, 2011, 6:46 am Post #2 |
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Chapter I Expected Arrival In the dark recesses where the edges of known space were mapped, the USS Shaymir drifted toward the last known location of the USS Sheol. It was a rescue mission for those who attempted a rescue mission, information was scarce on the matter but the belief was the Sheol still was in orbit above the outer colony known as Tanis. The members of the team to board the Sheol to search for answers and clues were handpicked not by the united colonial military, but by the terraforming corporation responsible for the colonization of Tanis which is known as Projected Horizons. Most of the military officials were kept in the dark, but had suspicions that Projected Horizons was trying to cover something up. The mission to investigate the Sheol was given the green light and the USS Shaymir was commissioned for the venture, a much smaller craft than the Sheol, but still enough to make the long journey. Now as the craft approaches the derelict ship, the USS Shaymir begins to awaken its crew from a frozen sleep to begin the operation. Ìn ̧t̀he̕ da͏r҉ke͝s͢t͝ ̡a̛b̀y͜ss ͡thàt ̶t́he s̶t̸aŗs ͞o͡c̨c̶up͢y͟ t́he̴y͝ f͞i̵nd hȩl͠l̡. <DAGON 2.479b ONLINE> >ACCESSING CRYOGENICS >COMMAND_WAKEUP >INITIALIZING... >WAKEUP ANARIEL, KENNYTH >WAKEUP FARDAY, DAVIS >WAKEUP MCKINNON, IAN >WAKEUP NIKHIL, EXADINE >WAKEUP RICHARDS, EVANGELINE >WAKEUP ROBERTS, AISLINN The USS Shaymir slowly sprung to life out of energy conservation, low level lighting began to brighten up the formerly shadowy ship throughout its decks and service hallways. Dagon 2.479b started to run at full operational status initializing all the other procedures needed before the wakeup of the dormant crew. Status screens showing the ship's diagnostics began to flicker on throughout the interior, the hull debris barrier was lifted allowing an outside view to the closet star shined with the most interesting shade of light blue. Along with the star the planet named Tanis also seemed to glow, but a part was eclipsed by the forsaken body of the USS Sheol. In the cryogenics bay, the protective doors for each respective 'extended rest' chamber opened, a mist was sprayed throughout the entire room, composed of multiple synthesized chemicals that would boost the recovery process from cryogenic sleep. Dagon had placed the ship in autopilot drifting toward the Sheol until its pilot took manual control. Lockers containing the equipment of each respective crew member opened up next to the pods, the mist began to fill the room thawing the icy room. So thus the crew would groggily awaken to find themselves lightyears from their origin in the darkest corner of space. It all begins now. Edited by Eye of Providence, June 19, 2011, 7:22 am.
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| Juicesir | June 19, 2011, 9:47 am Post #3 |
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A pop, a fizz, and another fucking day. Ian McKinnon, or the hacker known as Juice, groaned, twisted his neck to get the kink out, and stepped out of the cryo-pod. "Could they make these things any less comfortable? Fuck, man." He didn't waste any time getting out and moving to the communications den. He pulled his satchel from the locker beside his pod and without further care or comment to any other of the crew he set off down the corridors of the Shaymir for the comm den. Ian'd been hired for the sole purpose of being the running tech and comm on this shit forsaken rocket, and he wasn't about to let that job stay unattended. Besides, the farther away he could put himself from these space cowboys and gear heads, the merrier he would be. "Home sweet fucking home." The comm den was just a small corner room off of the main hallway. Close enough to the action where someone could get him if need, but far enough away to not be convenient for it. A perfect balance. Ian set down the satchel, and pulled and, the computer being already booted up, pulled out and connected his music player to the computer. "Let's get some tunes up in here." He cranked the volume, laid back in the chair, and began to work. Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too Running a quick diagnostic, he scanned through the system, checking to make sure that all the routines, sub-routines, and programs running Dagon were going smoothly. "Morning Dagon. Nice to see you actually good for a wake up call for once. Next time though? Coffee'd be nice. No bid deal." Ian had always found computers more conversational than people. For starters they'd always been a helluva lot smarter than most of the schmucks he'd had to deal with. They also didn't have a lot of feeling to them, so no matter how much you yelled or bitched at them, they didn't then turn around and decide to fuck you up in some aspect. Comm seemed fine to be running fine. He double checked their coordinates even though it wasn't technically his job. I mean, he was sure that if Projected Horizons had hired him they would have at least had the brains to fucking get someone competent to run navigator, but you could never be to sure. Goes back to that whole computers vs. people thing. Everything seemed fine, with their position solid just above Tanis and just closing in on the USS Sheol. No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land Sitting at the keyboard, he couldn't help but feel a certain unease about the whole thing and the first returns of his initial comm checks didn't help any. Space never sat well with Ian first of all, and the whole mission was a bit funny. The planet was dark: no pings, no signals, no nothing. An entire god damned colony of people totally just gone black. Just for full measure, Ian widened the field on the comm array to pick up any possible static projections within the sector. What was more worrisome than the lack of chatter from the planet, though, was the lack of chatter from the ship. From the nav files Ian was able to pull up a view of the Sheol. It was certainly bigger. "Somebodies compensating for something it seems." The ship itself seemed fine, but the inside of it was a different story. There was no chatter from the ship as well, but all of its systems seemed to be in relatively stable order. Life support was still intact and all of the systems seemed to be in order, but in probing Ian found that the ship seemed to be running in an emergency holding pattern. It wasn't dead in the water. It wasn't even really dead. It was just empty as fuck. Ian sighed and reached down into his pack for one of his soft drinks. 1% fruit juice, 99% caffeine and carbonation. He drank slowly, savoring the bubbly drink that now cleared his throat of that weird feeling you always got after cryo. He stared at the picture, the music blaring over the ship's speakers. Ian didn't know what had gone wrong on that fuck forsaken little ship, but what he did know is that they were all about to be in for one long ass helluva day. I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell |
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| Dream | June 25, 2011, 1:47 am Post #4 |
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Aislinn groaned as consciousness slowly worked its way into her mind. She was unused to such forward thinking at the moment, so she wasn't up to her usual self. She rubbed her eyes, and ran her fingers through her bright red hair. She opened bright blue eyes just to catch a glimpse of Ian as he left the room. Not one for conversation... she commented to herself. She then moved, getting out of the cryo-pod slowly, somewhat unsure on her feet. Ash made her way slowly over to the locker next to her former resting place, and reached in. She pulled out her small bag, and threw it over one shoulder. She slammed the locker shut, and turned, leaning against it. She looked around at the other slowy waking individuals on the trip, and smiled. It was a small smile, the kind that one sibling sends to another behind their father's back when they've gotten away with something. It was as much of a real smile as would ever be found on the woman's face. That was just how she was. After standing still a moment longer, she made her way down the hall, and into the main control room. She wasn't there for any reason except to see what was going on outside. She walked over to the window, or at least as close as she felt comfortable, and looked out at the planet Tanis, and then something else caught her eye. The USS Sheol. Their target, and source of such confusion. She still wasn't exactly sure what they were doing there, let alone why she agreed to go on such a god-forsaken mission, but she was there, and it was much too late to change her mind. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| That Butler | January 25, 2012, 10:57 pm Post #5 |
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