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The Dune Nebula
Topic Started: Jan 18 2008, 10:39 AM (1,466 Views)
~Scout~
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"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice uttered from behind Ceri. “I heard that you were planning on exploring the nebula? I’d be glad to join you.”

Ceri turned her eyes reluctantly from the nebula and saw a human. “Yes, I do intend to explore every nook and cranny of this nebula,” she said briskly.

"What are you looking for in specific? Are you looking for derelict ships, or are you looking for areas with large amounts of recourses?" the man continued.

“I’m looking for unclaimed areas of the nebula, pretty sights, and a whole bunch of people to help me out. If I get enough information, I might publish a book about the nebula. A derelict ship would be an added bonus,” Ceri said. “If you’re interested in looking around, you can come with me, or I can go help you with whatever task you may have in mind that you want to do yourself.”

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A trio of sleek black fighters with curved blades for wings glided toward Tenebrous station.

“How I do love squabbles,” the pilot of one grunted.

“You always love a good fight,” the second said with a slippery voice.

“Fight is hardly even a term that could be used to describe a such a bounty as what is occurring here,” the first replied. “Traders versus corporations? I almost don’t know what to think.”

“I know what to think: big money,” the second stated.

“You’re always thinking about money. Drakershra, tell Verasor he thinks about nothing but money,” the first pilot accused.

The third pilot remained silent.

“You’re always thinking about fights, or the best way to start one,” Verasor said, voice still slippery as an eel.

“Oh yes, I don’t deny that,” the first pilot acknowledged. “You also haven’t denied that you like money.”

“I haven’t,” Verasor confirmed. “We would make the most money working for the corporations, like I said earlier.”

“We get to fight so much more when we’re working for the traders, Verasor,” the first said. “The corporations are so much better equipped that it would be almost cruel to side against the traders.”

“But the corporations would pay us more…” Verasor complained.

“We can board the transports for spoils,” the first said. “There’s no way to loose.”

“Yes there is…” Verasor muttered.

“Quiet, Obarskyr, Verasor,” the third pilot suddenly said. “We’re docking now.”

The three fighters flew straight past the ships waiting in line to dock and went to the docking bay, coincidentally landing near Faulias’s ship. The ships opened up near the bottom, and three black, shiny creatures with black carapaces dropped out. If Faulias knew anything about piracy in Known Space, he’d immediately recognize them as Xorian Raiders, a threat feared in GNK on a level that only Zebethians could match.
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“I understand that you want the smaller mining firms out of the Dune Nebula,” said the business owner. “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.”

Ai-Risak sighed a little bit. This probably wasn't going to go well. They'd already had this conversation in different forms at least three times before.

"Sir, we fervently believe that all this can be worked in a suitably businesslike way. The corporations we represent have been fully willing to reimburse you for all of your losses from the start," said Ai-Risak, hoping against all evidence that Mr. Snow would be willing to reason this time. "All they ask is that you clear out of this area and allow heavy-duty industrial mining to begin. If you do, they will pay you an amount equal to the cost of the cessation of your operations here, and you will be at liberty to move somewhere else in the nebula and set up shop. We feel we're being totally reasonable here."

Solethen, standing behind him, said, "You realize that this is the only part of the nebula that's going to turn much of a profit, and there's no way they're going to leave without a fight, right?" Thankfully, he was speaking in Thervul, a native Zalamath language that not even very many Zalamath knew anymore.

Ai-Risak murmured, "There are lots of mineral-rich nebulae. We're being reasonable," in the same language.

Solethen didn't say anything back.

Ai-Risak turned back to Snow and awaited a response. If Snow said what Ai-Risak expected, events were going to take a downturn in the very near future.
"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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(( Quick JP between Scout and I))

UEO Venture DSV-4800
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The bridge of the Venture chirped softly as the ship moved slowly through the cloud. The makeup of the nebula was playing havoc with the massive ship's sensors and the crew could see little but static on the screens.

A console blared an alarm klaxon, and Captain Tobias Brahms turned to see what it was.

Ensign Susan Munro looked at the sensor display in shock, "Captain, I'm picking up a rather large gravimetric distortion directly ahead of us. The leading WSKR picked it up when it nearly got caught in its gravity well. Its nearly as big as us... Its dead ahead at six-hundred, seventy thousand meters."

Brahms nodded, "Helm all stop emergency. Put us at station keeping and squelch our ident code on all channels, we don't want anyone thinking we're pirates."

The ship shuddered to a stop and a moment later a brief voice message crackled over the bridge speakers.

"UEO Venture, this is Tenebrous Station. Please state your business in being here."

"Tenebrous station, this is Captain Brahms of the Venture. We honestly do not know where we are. A rushed faster-than-light jump has pushed us very far off course and we are currently unable to coorelate our star charts to anything in the nearby vicinity. Might we request to dock and purchase some supplies and equipment to make repairs to our long range sensor systems?"

"Roger that, Venture... hang tight," the manager said. He muted the microphone for a moment. "Get some repair teams to the Venture to get working on repairing her hull. Make sure that you have some parts set aside for them."

He unmuted the microphone again. "We'll give your shuttles priority clearance to dock."

"Copy that Tenebrous Station, we're not going anywhere, and we surely thank you for your assistance. Oh there is one thing, do you have any kind of high powered docking beacon? We're just barely able to see you on our sensors." Brahms turned to Commander Jackson, "Get some engineers together and take three shuttles out and head in that general direction, fly slow and cautiously Jessica." She nodded and turned to exit the bridge.

"Yes we do, hold on," the docking manager said. "Turn on the docking beacon," he said aside. A bright blip on Venture's sensors lit up. "Is that better?"

Brahms looked over Susan Munro's shoulder at the sensor display, "Yes it is very much better thank you. We should have three shuttles ready to dock within the next twenty minutes, my chief engineer is among them."
"Excellent. We'll get a team ready to receive your shuttles in the hangar," the manager said.

"Copy that Tenebrous, Brahms and Venture out for now."
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As Faulias walked the decks of the docking bay, he swiftly snapped around to see the black fighterships docking in open spots. Staring at them for a while, he finally recognized the designs and scowled. There were several races he had battled against in his campaigns, and this just happened to be one of the more... annoying... ones.

Shit. Xorians.

His experienced hand leapt down to his faithful bolter-pistol as he looked them over. They were armed, and by the looks of it, were your classical Xorian Raiders. Their carapaces were black and shiny, as all Xorians' were, polished slightly enough to give them a more important look. A cocky move, Faulias said to himself. Just like a Xorian.

Hand retracting from his gun to convince them he wasn't ready for war, he strode over to them and laughed. "Heh, I thought I smelled something. What brings you scum here, Xorians?"
"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."


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C'teh opened up Comm Link with the station. "This is C'teh of the Dark Haven, requesting permission for landing."

"Dark Haven, this is Tenebrous station. Please proceed to the designated landing lane and dock with hangar 3."*

"Sure can do," C'teh replied, cutting off the link. So far so good... It only took several minutes for the Dark Haven to dock and only several more for C'teh to reach the nearest bar.
C'teh had left George to watch the ship and without further ado, began to down his first dreg.


He looked like a good mercenary, Frey determined. He couldn't be certain until he saw his ship, but even so, he could make a good exploration partner.
Frey walked up to C'teh and cleared his throat.*
Someone walked up to C'teh just as he finished his drink. Great...company already.
Maybe I can scare him off...
"Yes?" he said, trying to sound as tough and irritated as he could.
"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, but I was wondering if you would be interested in a job," Frey said, seemingly unfazed by C'teh's attitude.
Goddamn it, what a pest. I just get here to take a break and already some punk is pissing me off. "How much?" C'teh asked as he ordered another round.
"It will be good pay," Frey said. He took initiative and tossed a credit chip onto the table in front of C'teh. "That credit chip has five-hundred credits on it. There's much more for you if you agree to do the job."

Heh, might not be so bad after all..."What kind of job?" C'teh knew any self-respecting mercenary would never hire him if they saw his ship. Let's see how much I can get out of him before he realizes the Dark Haven ain't gonna shoot down sh** C'teh used the chip to pay for his drinks, it really did have 500 credits on it.

"Exploration, mostly," Frey said. "There is no doubt, however, that we will have to fight pirates, and we may also see some asteroid herders, if you're into wildlife."
"Asteroid herders?" C'teh asked, turning to face Frey.
"Yeah," Frey said. "Nice little things. Sentient crystals that drift around in space in tribes."

"Interesting...So when can I start?"*

"Just sign this 'I won't betray you' contract," Frey said, giving C'teh a holopad.
"Psh...of course," C'teh said. Sentient crystals, eh? This may be an even better chance to score big than I expected he though.
thought.
Frey took the holopad from C'teh. "All right, you're ready to go. Could I get your name?"

"C'teh," he said as he stood up from his seat and stretched out his legs. "And yours?"

"I am Frey, and my captain is Ceri," Frey said. "I hope to see you again soon, C'teh."

"Yeah, sure," C'teh said, stepping away from Frey. He left the bar in a quick deliberate walk. There was no chance the mission would be purely exploration, making it imperative that the Dark Haven actually fixed the damage it had accumulated over the days of service without repair.

((OOC: Thanks to Scout for finding this!!!!))
Edited by Tanthius, May 22 2008, 10:14 PM.
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