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| +transcon+ | Jul 9 2016, 10:03 PM Post #31 |
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The bridge crew continued to maintain a high level of diligence in searching for data in the system. There was nothing. Nothing. All was nothing except for the system buoy. Yellowjacket had warned against tampering with it despite it possibly containing pertinent communication logs. About the same time when Captain Connel left the bridge, the comms officer registered an incoming transmission. "We have a direct call coming from," Dodds started, then paused in disbelief, "from the buoy. No other source beyond that, so it isn't relaying from anywhere that I can find." "Is it a broadcast, or transmission, Mister Dodds?" Artam curiously queried. "Transmission, Sir," he curtly replied. "Strange," Yellowjacket mused aloud. "We were just discussing the buoy, then suddenly it emits a transmission signal? Weird coincidence. Kinda right out of a horror film." "Horror film?" Orpo queried. "Basically," Angerona began spinning in her seat to face the bridge, "a two-dimensional video projection depicting previously recorded images arranged to tell a story with the intent to frighten viewers. What? Why is everyone suddenly staring at me?" The youthful pilot suddenly became self-conscious and spun back to her controls. "We're not answering," Artam stated after clearing his throat. ---------------------------------------------------- "Welcome aboard, Captain. So... Where should we begin?" The newcomers to the massive vessel were amazed at the voluminous area they teleported into. Rather than gawk at their surroundings, Ryan focused on their host. He was always excited to meet new species, though this one seemed awfully.... tall, and ape-like. Not to mention that this individual was using some sort of translation device. The lips didn't sync with the words, but it definitely sounded like this person was saying the words. How did they do that? Ryan mused. "First, let me say that it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." His excitement was inescapably noticeable while Hernandez remained resolute as she checked out the environment from the corners of her eyes. "Ryan Connel, captain of the Yukon. This is Lieutenant Hernandez, my security officer." "Nice to meet you," she offered with a small smile and a nod after Ryan gestured to her in introduction. "Now, as far as where to start," Ryan began to suggest. "Would it be possible to gather with others who are here investigating? Perhaps make sure we're all on the same page? Or, rather, understanding?" |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Jul 11 2016, 03:37 AM Post #32 |
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Almost as soon as the boatswain turned to activate a warp gate to the briefing room, Ahtazem had stepped through, almost immediately before the Yukon's captain and security officer appeared. As the human captain introduced himself, the floor shifted again, in two places, repeating the cleaning process for both him and the lieutenant, complete with the same audible acknowledgement that both newcomers were free of contaminants. Once Captain Connel made his suggestion, the boatswain sent a mental command to the warp gate, setting the outbound destination to the main briefing room near the center of the ship, just across the "analog" corridor from the command hub. "The briefing room is ready, captain," he said, still using English, while having the computer send the translation through her cerebral implant. "Yerrit sé, Tezhaal," she said, though the computer translated it to "Thank you." She then turned to the armored visitor, having the ship's quantum computer search the database for a match of his species as she nodded to him. "Z'Gato of the Chozo, I presume?" The computer informed her there were no matches in the database as she spoke. "I apologize for not being here to meet you before you docked. The foreign nationals we brought with us would have been a bit 'uncomfortable' if we followed our usual protocols. Normally, we don't have rank or a command structure, but it seems to help everyone else when we pretend we do." She gestured toward the warp gate, which appeared as a normal doorway, though the light around the edge of it was bent a little bit. Inside the room, a round table flowed upwards from the floor, much in the same fashion as the scanning system used in the docking bay, though it didn't separate completely. "Mister Yuujaaf declined to join us; he seemed eager to get to his research first," she explained, leading the way into the briefing room. As she entered, several amorphous shapes flowed upward from the floor around the table. Ahtazem walked over to one on the side opposite the door and sat on it. She sank into it a little as it adjusted to fit her form and support her body comfortably, never quite solidifying. "Don't worry; this furniture is study enough and safe enough that a person could conceive children on it." She said it in a relaxed manner, then realized that her guests might come from cultures that were less willing to admit that they didn't just form their young from cosmic strings through force of will. "Now that we can properly discuss the situation, I'd like to know what this situation is. What does anyone know so far?" |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 12 2016, 05:19 PM Post #33 |
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The welcomer turned to activate something, a door of light radiating outward for a moment before it stabilized, revealing an entrance into another portion of the ship. Z'Gato was taken aback for a moment, never even thinking that this particular race utilized such technology for internal travel--most ships that he knew of that used this level of technology used it to traverse the celestial sea, rather than to get from one part of the ship to another. That being said, the external view did make the ship seem massive and impressive, and now that he had a moment to think about it, this place was probably as labyrinthine as it was vast. Unfortunately, he was snapped out of his thoughts as another group emerged from the portal, revealing another individual of this ship's native race, along with two other passengers. The first was a human, and if Z'Gato had heard correctly, the man was a Captain--likely the Captain of the other vessel--the Yukon--accompanied by an alien that looked-- Z'Gato took a step back and stammered for a moment, unable to believe his eyes. "O--Omega--?" Z'Gato inquired aloud for a moment, looking at the creature beside the human for a moment. Already, his helmet's scanners went to work to identify the alien, and indeed, there were genetic similarities there--but the pattern did not completely match that of Omega-Alpha, the Metroid that had been a boon to him in the past, even if the Chozo had never thought of him as such until the creature had guided him on the path of salvation and redemption. He was the one that had guided him to the smoldering heart of the daughter, Tisiphone. And for a moment, he thought he would see the old friend here and now. Part of the Chozo's voice seemed equal parts irritated, disappointed, and yet intrigued. Whoever this was, it wasn't Omega-Alpha, and yet, the similarities were shocking--if the one before him wasn't of direct prodigy, Z'Gato would scarce believe it. "No--you're not Omega-Alpha--" He said, just as they were shown to the briefing room. The avian warrior did not take his eyes off of the Metroidian creature as they passed through the portal, his scanners trying to get as much information on the person as possible, yet something was fooling his instruments--almost as if they were being suppressed or misdirected. Their host turned towards Z'Gato, addressing him by name, which caused the Chozo soldier to nod in affirmation, though the fact they did not have true military rankings on this ship baffled the bird. He shook his head for a moment before speaking up again, making a dismissive gesture with his hand. "It is not my business how you conduct your ship and crew, Captain," he said gruffly before turning his attention back towards the Metroidian. Was it possible that Omega-Alpha had borne more offspring in the last decade? It seemed very much so, after all, Metroids aged differently than most other organic species, and if he had one set of offspring, it was hardly laughable that he might have another set. Though what that would mean for Tisiphone, Athena, and Colliope, he wasn't sure--perhaps they knew of this one already, or were they just in the dark as he was? The Captain continued to show them towards the briefing room, motioning towards a table with strange globs of... something around them. They looked amorphous at first, only to shape and change based off the will and movements of the user, and after an awkward moment of silence, the Captain spoke of their resilience and safety, causing the Chozo to scoff. "Somehow, I highly doubt that," Z'Gato said with a bit of a smirk--not that anyone would see through his helmet--but his mirth was at least audible through his voice. Indeed, there had been more than one occasion involving him where furniture would not exactly be sturdy enough for such... rigorous movement. Regardless, he let the matter pass, standing behind one of the amorphous devices for a moment, poking at it with a clawed, armored gauntlet before finally deciding to stay standing. He would get his answers soon enough--but he couldn't stop studying the Metroidian in the company of a human, despite the movement towards more official matters. He knew Omega-Alpha kept the strangest of companies, so it wasn't too hard of a stretch for his offspring to do the same--but the more he stood there, the more questions seemed to bounce around in his head. This wasn't the time or place for an interrogation, but he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass once the meeting was over. He was finally able to pull his gaze from the human's bodyguard before looking towards the pair of Captains. "My star charts say this planet is supposed to be of M-Class--and all one has to do is look out the window to know that it is not. I had received no reports as to what happened upon this world, and due to... personal reasons, I want to investigate the source of this incident and ensure it is not a threat to others," he said directly, though his mind immediately thought of Tisiphone and her offspring--in all honesty, he couldn't care less about the rest of the galaxy, so long as nothing out there was capable of harming her, her sisters, or their futures. He shook his head to get the thought out of his mind, in order to better focus on the task at hand. "Any significant weapons discharge would have been detected and reported by nearby sensor and communication buoys, but as far as I know, nothing of the sort had been reported. I did not see anything official concerning this planet on the Hunter boards or communications--aside from the prospection work that the other one took up." |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 12 2016, 08:17 PM Post #34 |
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Ryan ran alongside Zephyr's image like he were a real flesh-and-blood brother. Truth be told, they even glanced at one another with a mixture of joy, excitement and even comradery. It might be hard for an outsider to believe, but the two had, in a way, actually grown up together. Zephyr had only fully actualized a few months after Ryan's birth, becoming not just self aware, but explorative, social, and energetic to a degree; a trait he had gotten from being exposed to more livelier characters. Furthermore, the ship he had been installed on, now called the Blue Phoenix, had gradually undergone changes. Changes that no longer made the ship a simple, flying chariot. By all extension, in fact, Zephyr was practically the ship's literal spirit interacting with Ryan. A spirit that craved companionship. The two of them stopped before one of the sliding doors of the hall, Zephyr letting Ryan input the door code. The AI could have done it himself, but it felt more intaimate somehow when Ryan did it. The two of them were really like kids together. They even ran into the lab - his father's lab, or so Ryan had been told - like it were a race to Ryan's tiny work station that had been setup a few years back. Although Zephyr decided to gleafully jump ahead, his image flickering onto a table, and then at the station. "Cheater," Ryan said, sticking his tongue. Zephyr smile snad stuck his tongue back. It was all in good humor, though. This time, Zephyr's image shifted to one side, revealing, among the many other small toys, something new that really caught Ryan's eye. There was an all-grey rubix cube-like device, and, more importantly, a gauntlet. A gauntlet that looked eerily similar to the one her mother used, but sleaker. "Woooaah," Ryan said, approaching the table in intrigue, wanting to get a better look. It really did look like a slimmer version of the gauntlets his mother showed her. And he only needed to look at Zephyr to get a nod of permission; between the two of them, explainations came later. Playtime came first. Ryan attentively slipped the gauntlet on, clipped on its closing bracelet, and just like that, the gauntlet hummed to life. In that instant, it felt like an extenssion of himelf, and in that same moment, the rubix cube glowed to life. It flew right near his extended gauntlet, as if magnitized, and floated in mid-air while twirling slowly. The lines between the cubes glowed cyan while the cub emitted a low hum. Instantly, Ryan's face lit up with recognition. "You...you took up on my idea," he said, surprised and amazed, "I didn't think you'd take it seriously. I was just...having fun imagining what it'd like to have a floating rubix cube." "Well, I got inspired and decided to have fun in actually trying to make one," Zephyr replied, making a modest smile, crossing his fingers. Ryan flicked his fingers a little, and the cube just spun a bit, and with a little work, was now affixed to the palm of his hand. He giggled at the magic Zephyr had created. "You actually created this?" Ryan said, still amazed, "And this looks like my mother's gauntlet." "Well, I just took some blue prints for what we already used, such as force cubes, and the gauntlet, well, seemed to be the best choice." Ryan laughed as he played around with the more, if only to see how he could make it move in the air. Abruptly, though, it started making a crazy spine, like it were a dradel, and for a moment, was completely out of Ryan's control. It then stopped, returning back to its slow ariel twirl. Zephyr grumbled, "Ahh darn. I was...hoping that wouldn't happen." "What?" "Calibration control error," Zephyr said, frowning, "Forces cubes weren't exactly designed for this kind of input." "So? Can't we just, y'know, fix it," Ryan said, eyes brows knitting. "That's just it," Zephyr said, putting his two fingers together nervously, "its...actually very complicated. Even I don't fully understand the theory." "We can still try, can't we?" "Yes, we can, but the cubes might loose magnetic cohesion briefly and...scatter all over the place." Ryan sniggered. "But we can put it back together, or just make a new one, right? C'mon," he gestured, not caring if he even didn't understand 'magnetic cohesion', "let's at least try to make it work." Finally, Zephyr's face broke into an enthusiastic smile, "Ahh alright. But don't blame if we have to go looking everywhere for each peace when it does." To which it did. Twice. At this, Ryan just giggled. ==================== Beggie snapped his finger, and the tone immediately changed. "'Version of reality...'" he quoted excitedly, "you mean your from an alternate reality. Oh that would explain the chronoton particles, haha. I'm fine with that. Really, it's nothing personal against time travelers, I just end up getting headaches whenever I deal with them long term." "But allow me to introduce myself," he continued, diplomatically, "My name is Beggie Golong of the Albanoid Faction. We're actually researchers ourselves, so I imagine we could help each. In fact, we technically trying to solve the mystery of a suddenly dead planet that everyone including you seem to be having a party at." |
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| +Aiko+ | Jul 15 2016, 11:42 AM Post #35 |
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Texas sat in her father’s empty chair. Although command didn’t devolve to her upon her father’s absence (something that intrinsically irked her despite her knowledge why this was so), the chair was her father’s territory, and she would protect it. As independent as she had become upon her unexpected evolution to queen, there was something instinctively calming about feeling the residual energies and scents of her father while he was away. Commander Artam was officially in charge. Texas liked him, and she languidly stretched her toes and tail to flirt with him. She was partially annoyed and amused when the Sangheili blatantly ignored her, focusing instead on the passive sensor readings of the suddenly crowded space around the Yukon. The bridge’s doors whisked open, stealing Artam’s attention. Tex saw him stiffen for a moment before relaxing again. Intrigued at his reaction to Aiko, Tex turned her head to regard the Chancellor. A tall, human woman with black hair and brown eyes stepped onto the bridge, her demeanor professional yet somehow cold. Tex could recognize Aiko regardless of the skin she chose to wore, but it was amusing how the other species reacted when the SA-X changed her persona. To them, she was a completely different person, requiring a new learning curve every time. A swift motion at the pilot’s helm caught Tex’s eye, and she watched as Angerona squirmed in awed glee at her goddess’s display of power. “Chancellor Cheryl,” Artam slowly acknowledged. “Thank you for joining us.” “Thank you, Commander Artam. I apologize for the wait. What is the situation?” Cheryl asked, her alto voice smooth, calm, and oddly soothing. “The Captain and Hernandez is on the Zhokavven,” Artam jerked his chin at the viewscreen, indicating the gigantic ship. “A Mister Yuujaaf requested exploration rights to the planet’s surface, which we had no right to deny.” Cheryl nodded, then pointed at the second ship still visible on the viewscreen. “And who is that?” “Ah,” Commander Artam almost stuttered. Texas gave him a toothy smirk. She knew Aiko had known Z’Gato well in the past and would no doubt instantly recognize his ship. Artam had apparently assumed Aiko wouldn’t ask the occupant’s identification, but Aiko was an actress perfected by millions of years of evolution, and hundreds of years of sentient experience. “That is Z’Gato.” “Starfeather!” Angerona exclaimed happily. Cheryl raised an eyebrow at the interruption, and Angerona’s shoulders slumped in playful chastisement. “Z’Gato? Unusual name. What is his species?” Cheryl asked. “Chozo, according to the Captain,” Artam replied. “Chozo? Fascinating,” Cheryl replied, thoughtfully tapping her finger against her chin. Texas almost joined Angerona in barely contained laughter. Both metroids knew full well that Aiko still despised the Chozo as a whole, even after all these years. For the X-parasite to react so complacently and interested was priceless. “The Captain wishes to conduct first contact personally,” Artam explained with a grimace. “I recommended against it.” “Of course you did,” Cheryl smiled. Actually smiled. “I feel there is nothing to worry about, at least not currently. Texas wouldn’t have allowed it otherwise.” “Damn straight,” Tex snorted. Cheryl chuckled. “In that case, I will be on standby in case my presence is requested by the Captain.” Artam nodded. “As you wish, Chancellor.” |
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| +transcon+ | Jul 18 2016, 07:22 PM Post #36 |
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Hernandez could get the sense that she was being studied. It wasn't the first time with her being a hybrid animal. Taxonomically, she loosely fit the definition of 'ape' while she carried traits from her alien donor. But, the tall armored guest of the Zhokaven felt like he was doing more than just staring. He was studying, and muttering something she couldn't make out. She had heard of the Chozo before, but never could have met one. From her time, they were extinct. She had heard of her alien cousins speak of them as 'Creators', and how they brought The Mother to be. She even heard Angerona tell tales of their history involving this alien species. Hernandez merely dismissed it as a bunch of neanderthals telling stories over campfires. Soon, the pair from the Yukon were in the meeting room. Ryan Connel pulled out two chairs, one with each hand, for himself and Hernandez. As they both took a seat, he withdrew a small blue data card no bigger than a square inch. The captain then handed it off to their host. Ryan silently hoped that it not only was useful for them, but they could even read it due to potential compatibility issues. "At least we know now someone had to test it," the captain offhandedly remarked about the seats. His security officer merely gave him a sidelong glance, then returned her attention to their host. "Our vessel is equipped with long-range scanner systems that are designed to be sensitive to a multitude of phenomena," the redhead explained, then gestured casually at the data card. "On that card is the records of our scans, as well as data on a sample brought from the surface of the planet. "From what we could gather, there's a whole lot of nothing." Ryan ran a hand over his face. The man looked like he was starting to get tired. "Purely conjecture at this point, but the bigger picture looks disjointed. The star had rapidly aged. The surface of the planet was completely wiped. However, the carbon sample shows no aging. There's no sign of vessels in this area, yet the marker buoy is still here and functioning. "What can we make of all that?" he queried as he lifted his palms up with a shrug. "In all my time out and about, I've never seen any phenomenon so inconsistent with itself. Have any of you?" |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Jul 20 2016, 07:37 PM Post #37 |
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"It's inconsistent because someone covered their tracks," Gauro said in English, looking down from a reclined position on the high ceiling. "And did a piss-poor job of it, too." His appearance was continuously changing, almost like he was a hologram projected by a computer set to cycle various parts of different people at random. Which wasn't too far off base, but the form was actually physical, part of his suit. While it was an open operation, he still had to protect his identity. Not that he even knew it himself, of course. "I really wish you'd give me some warning before you just show up like that," Ahtazem said as she accepted the data card, knowing that making such a request of the spy was a futile effort. "But he's right, natural phenomena are naturally consistent with themselves." Gauro pushed off from the ceiling, then righted himself as he drifted downward and onto one of the semi liquid chairs as Ahtazem looked at the card, then set it on the table and pressed it gently. The metal surface seemed to give way a little bit, flowing around the card as it formed an uplink and copied the data. "As for the issue about that marker buoy still being there," he said as the metal chair shaped itself to accommodate him. "Either they didn't know about it, or had some reason to leave it. It's possible that, whoever did it, wanted it known that they could do so, and I'm going to guess that the government, as governments tend to do, is keeping this a secret." Ahtazem nodded, leaning forward and stroking her chin in thought. "So, possibly a covert act of war. Not terrorism, if they went through the trouble to hide the fact that they were here. That buoy, if it was here before the attack, might hold key information." ===== Sikoa nodded, feeling a little bit of relief. "We try to avoid the risk of creating temporal paradoxes; fixing one usually entails creating another," he said, grinning a little. "As for the issue with the planet, our captain is in a meeting with the captain from the other ship and the pilot of one of the smaller vessels, trying to determine what happened and how. If you're researching this incident, I could link you through." Edited by Alkarii, Jul 25 2016, 09:21 AM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 24 2016, 09:20 AM Post #38 |
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The human retrieved a data card from his pocket, the device almost small enough to lose in an air vent. Albeit, most forms of data storage and transference were often small and unobtrusive, making them difficult to find and acquire for those that sought them--Z'Gato had been on a few missions like that, where the success hinged on finding something the size of one's thumb. It was no-doubt irritating, but in today's day and age, it was hardly surprising. What was surprising was what the Captain of the Yukon revealed next--the data card already held information on a sample retrieved from the planet, as well as anything else they had gathered on it. That meant the Yukon had been in orbit long enough to dispatch a team to do so themselves, along with realizing the planet's--and apparently the system's sun--condition in the first place. He could not help but feel his suspicions play out in his head, wondering how they had gotten here in enough time to do all of that, yet not have a hand in what had happened to the planet. What was even more startling was the revelation of what was on the card--nothing. There would be scans and information on the soil and atmosphere of the planet benath them, of course, but to not find a single anomolous trace of what had occurred on the planet or its sun was frankly unbelievable. Perhaps the Yukon didn't have the necessary instruments--or they weren't properly configured--in order to detect that which everyone in this room sought? He shook his head as the Captain continued to explain the sensor findings, commenting on the rapid aging of the system's star, the surface of the planet, the lack of carbon aging, yet the presence of the marker buoy--which thus far, had not revealed any information to either party. Something was obviously awry, but for the life of him, he could not recall anything that was capable of something to this level... At that moment, a voice sounded from above them, prompting the Chozo to look up towars the ceiling, noting the other individual that seemed more at flux with its appearance than the chairs surrounding the table. The Chozo grumbled something incoherent at that moment, irritated at the surprise--he abhored being surprised to this degree. His fascination and study of the Metroidian must have distracted his attention from noticing the one above them in the first place, but it seemed their host was equally irritated with the spontaneous interruption. "Either way, that buoy is our only clue to this situation," the avian warrior stated, quite obviously, but he wanted to keep the conversation productive. "If it's the only device that was possibly present during the event, we should retrieve it, crack it open, and extract the information within," he said bluntly, as if preparing to do just that himself. Obviously, there were roughly two dozen tenets, laws, and sanctions that would specifically forbid such a notion, but in his advanced age, Z'Gato hardly cared about inconvenient laws--especially when a greater threat was looming behind the shadows. He looked between the various individuals gathered here for a silent moment before speaking again. "If no one else is particularly eager for that task, My ship is more than capable of retrieving it and bringing the device back. Unfortunately, my ship is not equipped to extract the information therein--I would need the assistance of either the Yukon or the Zhokavven for that part," he stated. He was well aware of his own ship's limitations, as irritating as it was to admit them in front of others. Then again, several years ago, he probably would not be this open to cooperation as he currently was--still progress, in a way. |
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| +transcon+ | Jul 29 2016, 10:44 PM Post #39 |
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Hernandez's eyes narrowed as she focused on the newcomer. Her eyes could sense that this person was a life form without question. The outer appearance cycled its visage which made focusing on the life form a little confusing. Like focusing on one instrument out of an orchestral performance, she focused on the life form itself: heat signature, ultraviolet reflections and hues, and life energy patterns. Like Z'Gato, she wasn't too keen on having a new person to the meeting join in such a suspicious manner. Neither was Ryan. He let his concerns known through his body posture and narrowed eyes. The Yukon members sat up almost in unison slightly as they shifted in their chairs. However, he didn't voice his concerns, rather focusing on what had been said. "I wouldn't go so far as to say that it was a 'someone'," Ryan pointed out. "There's no evidence to suggest any intelligent agency involved. We could be dealing with a natural phenomenon never seen before for all we know." While Ryan's conversational tone was embellished with the occasional hand gesture and nod of the head, Hernandez seemed tense. She had just realized that her hands were gripping the armrests of her chair tightly and her jaw was clinched. She let go and laced her fingers in her lap as she leaned back in her chair. "My crew discussed examining the star system's marker buoy," the Yukon's captain continued. "However, concerns arose about measures the security division of the Galactic Federation - the local space-time's interplanetary governing body - ," he added for the benefit of their host, "might have taken to alert law enforcement of tampering. If we do go ahead with collecting the buoy, expect company. "As so long as we're all on the same page and are aware of what we're getting into, then we'll come up with a plan to proceed." Connel wanted to make it clear that we was maintaining a cautious position. He had no idea how the G-Feds would react to someone toying with their buoy. It handled navigation, marking, and long range communications. This system could very well be used as a thoroughfare for other vessels on their way to somewhere else. Tampering with the buoy could cause quite a transportation issue. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 30 2016, 09:31 PM Post #40 |
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(OOC: SUPER short response here) "Yes, well, that is one of the reason why time travel anomalies give me headaches," he said, "but otherwise, I would be most appreciative if you could link me. In fact, if it's possible, I can send a holographic data link, just to make it more interactive for me." |
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