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| The Dune Nebula | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 18 2008, 10:39 AM (1,467 Views) | |
| ~Scout~ | Jan 18 2008, 10:39 AM Post #1 |
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Artificial
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The nebula had been undisturbed for millions of years. For eons it was pristine and tranquil, with only a few pieces of scrap metal as a reminder that, at one point, there may have been some settlers there. The derelicts were a faded brown, having accumulated dust over the ages. The ships they had once been a part of were long dead. The colony of asteroid herders living in the nebula was indifferent to the antiquity of the wrecks. Dozens of them grew along the inside, waiting to mature, whereupon they would break from their anchor and begin traveling through space. Still more explored the innards of the ships, finding every crevice and telling stories about what they found to their fellow crystals. The space station basking in the ambient light of the nebula was unaware of the relics within the nebula. It was built to serve the needs of the miners onboard, who were only in the nebula for its minerals, and the money they could gain by selling the minerals. A flight of five fighters cruised towards the station. “Wing one, this is Tenebrous Station. Report status.” “Fighters one-dash-one and one-dash-four are reporting hull damage. The rest have no need of repairs.” "Did you find out what you were looking for?" "Yes. The larger mining corporations are beginning to stake their claim in the nebula. They are also quite well-escorted." “Roger that. Wing one, report to the docking bay for resupply and repairs.” The five fighters lined up and flew into the hangar of the docking bay. Meanwhile, from the inside of the station, Ceri Heriki observed the nebula from a window in the bar. She took a contended gulp of her drink and continued studying the nebula. One of her gunship’s gunners came up behind her. “Hey, Ceri,” he said. “Oh, hello, Frey,” Ceri said without even looking behind her. “The ship is stocked and ready to go. All we really need is to get into the ship and then we can leave,” Frey said. Ceri turned around and looked at Frey with her piercing red eyes. “Well, in order to do that, I’d have to rally my crew, wouldn’t I?” “Yes. I’d suggest you do that,” Frey said. “You remember who the captain is, right?” Ceri asked. “You are,” Frey said. “And what does that mean?” “You get to do anything you want.” “Exactly! Now, my crew… save you, of course… all want to take a break from flying around. Frankly, I think it’s a good idea. So, I’m going to wait here for them, and when everyone is here, we’ll go to the ship,” Ceri said. She turned back to the window. “It’s pretty,” Frey said. “The nebula?” “Yeah.” There was an awkward pause. “I’d like to see what we can find in that nebula,” Ceri finally said. “Maybe we’ll make a great discovery. Maybe we’ll even find some people to help us along.” “With your attitude, that might be hard,” Frey said. Ceri glared at him, but he grinned nonetheless. “Oh, we’ll find someone,” she said. “In fact, if you’re so eager to do work, you could do that yourself.” Frey looked taken aback, but he quickly got his act together. “Maybe later…” “No, really. Go find some people to explore the nebula with us or something.” Frey nodded and hastily walked away in search of companions for Ceri’s outing, and Ceri went back to staring at the nebula dreamily. |
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| ~Pie Boy~ | Jan 19 2008, 02:30 AM Post #2 |
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Don't Blink.
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The Zalamath government tended to invest heavily in its investments. Very, very heavily. Which meant that if they sponsored a mining operation to a nebula light years away from civilization, it was going to turn a profit unless every single worker in the operation was murdered viciously. Unfortunately, it wasn't entirely unlikely that vicious murder would result. The little guys had been entrenched in the Dune Nebula for years and years, and they weren't going to pack up and leave without a fight. Hostile takeovers weren't an option, since most of the mining companies out here weren't even incorporated and didn't have stock to buy out. And they'd refused all conventional buyouts, too. So now the big corporations were just going to have to move in and push them out slowly. It was ridiculous, the independents said. There was enough space in the Dune Nebula to fit the entire population of the galaxy with room to spare. There was no need to shove a few small companies out of a few pockets just to get access at the choicest pickings. The Zalamath corporations hadn't cared. They were going to push the independents out, even if they didn't need to, because it was fun, and because nobody could stop them. Or at least, until the independents began hiring pirates and raiders to attack corporate freighters. And then it all got serious. So the Zalamath government had gone beyond sponsoring the mining effort with tax money and moved into sponsoring it with really, really big guns. Flight-Major Ai-Risak Yurogasta sat on the absurdly soft couch in the back of the emissary vessel, fiddling with his chevrons. He had been given the task of ferrying messages, bargains, and probably threats between the two factions in the nebula, and he was on his way to dock with a major Sar Kerith mining vessel. He wore a nice, dark Aiok'shi robe, the equivalent of a fine Italian suit on Earth. He felt fairly well-dressed, even though underneath it he was wearing enough body armor to form a gravity well. He wished his bodyguard had taken the trouble to dress as well as Ai-Risak had. He was wearing his standard UZEF body armor and a sullen expression. "You don't have to be so juvenile about it," said Ai-Risak at length. "It's just a matter of looking good. We want to show these people we respect them." "So we dress in clothes that would take them a year of saving to buy. And then we tell them to get the hell out because this nebula ain't big enough fer the both of us," said Solethen Tequryol, with a bitter smile. "I don't think we can convince them we respect them any more than we respect a slime mold." "What a bad excuse. You just don't feel like wearing a robe." "I only wear robes to coronations." "No you don't. Not even then." "Well, okay. Only to state funerals." "And then the stiff comes out of his casket and starts shooting at you." "See? It's bad luck. That's just another reason to avoid the bloody things entirely." Ai-Risak opened his mouth, but was cut off. The pilot's voice echoed over the PA. "Docking in t-minus thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..." Ai-Risak stood up. "Showtime?" said Solethen, remaining slouched. "Shut up. We're not peforming." "Right, I forgot. We're threatening." "No, just... advising. This is their last chance before we start retaliating to their attacks with arms, and we all know how vague the definition of "attacks" is. "Go in, shake hands, tell them we're going to kill them if they defend their business, and leave before they vent us into the sun," paraphrased Solethen. "All in a day's work," agreed Ai-Risak. "Just stay behind me and don't shoot anyone." "Roger that." The green lights at the back of the emissary ship's deck winked on, and the ramp slid out onto the floor of the Sar Kerith mining ship. |
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"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us." -Walter Kovacs | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Feb 7 2008, 10:07 PM Post #3 |
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In the dark, silent, emptiness of space came a personal gray spacecraft, with a large older man at the wheel. He grinned wildly, flying straight toward the nearby space station, glistening in the light of the nebula. There were some nearby areas that were reporting visuals of combat inside the nebula, which obviously piqued Faulias's interest. He was always looking for a good rough brawl, after all. He sat in the cockpit of his ship, sighing as the space station finally came into full view, unobstructed by the asteroids in the area. He reached down to the console and pressed a few buttons, which began glowing. "This is Faulias Khayorn seeking the 'Tenebrous Station,'" he said into the screen. "I've heard reports of combat in the area and I've come to offer assistance." |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~Tanthius~ | Feb 9 2008, 06:37 PM Post #4 |
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In the Great Plains, there are predators, prey, and the parasitic scavengers that follow in the wake of death the predators may spread. The predator attacks the prey, and a futile struggle ensues. Inevitably, the prey loses, and the predator once again shows its utter superiority. So it was in the Dune Nebula, the independent miners would combat the larger corporations, but just like the prey, they would be wrecked and thrown out. The corporations would claim the Nebula, and full scale mining would begin. Of course, this was fine for Cteh. There is much to be gained from wrecked ships and the rumor of mysterious derelict ship fragments was just too promising to ignore. The fact that there would be no major police force was just a bonus. The harvest would be good this time, Cteh thought as he stared out into the nebula, it would be will be a good harvest indeed. The Dark Haven flew through the nebula towards the Tenebrous Station. It was always faster to hear of battles from a bar than search for them in the depths of space, and besides Cteh needed a drink. Edited by Tanthius, Feb 18 2008, 01:56 PM.
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| ~TobiasBrahms~ | Feb 13 2008, 12:03 AM Post #5 |
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Phantasmagoria
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UEO Venture DSV-4800 Bridge The communication station began chirping. Ensign Tran spun to his console. "Captain, we have a secure code one UEO message for you. Sir... its addressed from Vice Admiral Kristiana Johnson's office, but it doesn't read to have her ID code attached, but it's got a eyes only priority code clearence." "Very well Ensign, I'll take it in the wardroom." Captain Brahms said as he stood from his station and walked through the clam doors on the port side of the bridge. Moments later he arrived in the wardroom to see the vidlink flashing at him. "Natalie, open channel authorization Brahms two two beta charlie." "Aye captain." The disembodied voice of the ship's AI responded. The screen stopped blinking and was replaced with the face of Vice Admiral Johnson. "Tobias, good to see you again. I'm afraid that I have some bad news. You're being recalled to HQ." "What's happened Kris?" he asked of his former lover, and now his superior officer. She hesitated for a moment before she took a sharp breath and said. "Jereimah Stanforth died this morning. You probably were unaware of it but he had been fighting with a somewhat rare and incurable form of blood cancer for the past few years. He died from complications due to an infection. The funeral is in three days at Cape Quest Military Cemetary. Your presence is required, so get your ass back. Johnson out." The vidlink clicked off suddenly and Brahms was left staring blankly at the empty screen. He reached out and clicked the intercom to the bridge. "Bridge, XO Speaking." His executive officer answered. He spoke to her, "Jessica, send out the word to all ships. Begin immediate emergency jump preparations. We're going home. Fire our jump sequence as soon as humanly possible. I'm on my way back to the bridge." As he walked back to the bridge, he felt the ship's jumpdrives fire off. He entered the bridge giving orders, "Ensign Tran, get on the horn to UEO HighCOM. Let them know we're back in system." Tran looked at his console in confusion, "Sir, I'm not picking up any UEO comm beacons, relays, or and UEO signals except for us." "What?!? That can't be possible.... Ensign Munro, Ensign Shake, plot our location. Give me a panoramic shot, let me see where we are and what's around." The dome of the bridge flickered and began displaying a holographic image of the sky outside the ship, nothing looked familar to any of the crew. Ensign Shake spoke first, "Sir, astrometrics reads no recognizable star formations or constellations. All that we have in the immediate vicinity is a large gaseous nebula, bearing one-seven-niner mark zero-six-zero. Astrometrics is unable to estimate the area the nebula covers, but it stands to reason sir, that when we rushed our jump we massively overshot our mark. Based on that, it would stand to reason that home would be somewhere on the other side of the cloud." Brahms nodded, "I agree. Jessica, set condition two throughout the ship, deploy all WSKRS and take us in at three quarter speed. Keep your eyes peeled Miss Munro, Natalie... why don't you help her out on sensor monitoring?" Edited by TobiasBrahms, Feb 22 2008, 01:21 PM.
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| ~Norcar~ | Feb 14 2008, 10:28 PM Post #6 |
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Count Claudio
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Kyle Williams looked out of Tenebrous Station, gazing at the nebula. It was awe-inspiring, and it gave a feeling of peace. However, Kyle's line of business did not involve very much peace, unfortunately. Nor was it very legal, in most areas. As Kyle looked over the nebula, the thought struck him of how many of the mysterious "Asteroid Herders" were out there, floating through space. His contractors would be interested to know about the discovery of this nebula. After all, the Asteroid Herders seem to flock around nebulae in general. Kyle leaned against the window. As he looked outside, he overheard some nearby people. "...no, really. Go find someone to explore the nebula with us." Looking over, Kyle saw a man and a woman with dark skin, white hair and wings. Are those... Sar Kerith? Walking over, Kyle addressed the man. "Excuse me, but I heard something about exploring the nebula. I'm interested in this nebula, and I was wondering if I could join you." Kyle neglected to mention that, as well as exploring the Dune Nebula, he would be on the lookout for Asteroid Herders. But it wasn't important at the moment. |
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| ~Tvae~ | Feb 26 2008, 06:46 PM Post #7 |
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Today's Mood: Syke! Life is awesome!
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"So this is your grand 'evil scheme.'" Darcnok glared at the insolent chiss who sat in the back of the ship, grinning smugly to himself. "No, this is me risking my neck to do exactly what you did earlier, just to get you out of a tight spot!" Tvae sat up a bit straighter from where he had been lounging in one of the seats in the back of the small cruiser. "Oh yeah. How did you manage to get them to let you out on your own? I thought that one of the main rules of the ol' Bloodies was to never go anywhere alone outside of home base? We were a family, after all." "Did you not just hear my comment about risking my neck?" "Well, yeah, you're risking their trust, not your life so much. I mean, look at me, I'm still alive." "I was always much more devoted to them, you know that as much as me. Being a part of them is my life..." The chiss shrugged, and leaned back again. "Well, suit yourself. You're the one who came after me, not the other way around. I mean, I appreciate the gesture and all, but really..." He turned and viewed out the window into the depths of nothingness so often referred to as space. Darcnok stared at Tvae a moment longer, before turning in his seat to look back out the front viewport. It had been a long time since he had first met the chiss. Being the only non-human in the gang at that time, he had been charged with watching the baby chiss, besides being not more than a child himself at the time. He had grown up considering himself Tvae's elder brother, and even now he had come all this way just to get him out of one bad spot. The Veniien studied the chart to make sure they were still on course for Tenebrous Station, then sighed and shook his head. "Look, I know you hate the concept of menial jobs like asteroid mining, but I'm just doing this for your own good." As sincere as he attempted to sound, his gruff bass voice contrasted badly with his words. "You don't even have to spend the rest of your life here or anything, you know I wouldn't-" Before he could finish his sentence, a deep rumble filled the space in front of the small cruiser containing the two aliens, quickly followed by a mass of material in the shape of a UEO ship (although the two didn't know that's what it was at the time). The shockwaves of a ship jumping in so near by caused the ship they were in rock menacingly, the metal groaning and threatening to buckle at any moment. After the initial shock and surprise, Darcnok was next filled with anger. "Gorram it! That ruttin ship coulda killed us! Boom! Gone, just like that! What are they thinking?!?!?" In fact, determined to discover the answer to that same question, he opened a comm link set to broadcast to local channels. "This is Darcnok, of the ship that just almost got blasted to all infinity by someone who needs to watch where they're jumping! Just because your ship has jump capability does not mean you should use it so haphazardly!" He sat back in his chair, his face twisted into a mask of anger. Not that that was much different from normal, however. ((OOC: I'll add race and character data for both Tvae and Darcnok at nearest possible convenience. I lost the link to the old site, so I may have to craft Tvae's from scrap, though...)) Edited by Tvae, Feb 26 2008, 06:48 PM.
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| ~Scout~ | Mar 21 2008, 09:43 PM Post #8 |
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Two armed human guards were waiting for Solethen and Ai-Risak when they entered the space station. “Hello, gentlemen,” one of them said. “Please follow us.” The zalamath were taken to what appeared to be the office of the owner of the mining company, but when they were taken inside, it lacked the neatness that most professional corporate offices possess. Sitting at a plain metal desk was a man wearing a nametag that said his name was Matt Snow. He looked at the zalamath idly as the doors behind them closed. “I understand that you want the smaller mining firms out of the Dune Nebula,” he said. “Go back to your leaders and tell them that we are not prepared to leave, and we will resort to violence to keep our claim, if needed.” * * * Frey spun around and saw Kyle behind him. “Oh! Hello,” he said. “If you’re interested in joining our expedition, I’d advise talking to Ceri.” He gestured with his thumb. “She’s available right now, and I need to go find other people who aren’t so eager.” * * * The huge energy spike that signified that fact that a large ship had just exited a jump surprised the sensors team of Tenebrous Station, but they were much relieved when it wasn’t a corporate vessel ready to blow them to blazes. “UEO Venture, this is Tenebrous Station. Please state your business in being here.” A different man was talking to Faulias. “We have a lot of mercenaries that have come to assist us, Faulias,” he said. “Every new one we get is always appreciated. Please dock with the station to meet with a recruitment officer.” |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Mar 21 2008, 11:39 PM Post #9 |
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“We have a lot of mercenaries that have come to assist us, Faulias. Every new one we get is always appreciated. Please dock with the station to meet with a recruitment officer.” -:- "Very well. I will be docking with your station momentarily. Khayorn out." -:- Faulias turned his vessel to the docking bay of the station. It was fairly large, bigger than you would really expect for a station out of the way as it was. With a press of a button the thrusters ignited and launched his ship to its designated docking area. The one-man ship blew a steady stream of smoke from the thrusters as it touched down on a landing pad. Soon after, a heavily armored man that looked as if he had just been chiseled out of a mountain stepped out. "All right, I'm here. Now, where's that recruitment officer I'm supposed to talk to?" he asked aloud. |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~Norcar~ | Apr 9 2008, 03:45 PM Post #10 |
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Count Claudio
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Kyle nodded, and walked over to Ceri. These aliens have the strangest names. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me. I heard that you were planning on exploring the nebula? I'd be glad to join you." He continued. "What are you looking for in specific? Are you looking for derelict ships, or are you looking for areas with large amounts of recourses?" |
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