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| Vrikk | Jan 19 2014, 02:46 PM Post #11 |
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. . .Rebooting . . .Initializing data . . .Reactivating video processing Marcus and Captain Howard hovered over the metal corpse of the fallen android. "Leave 'im," came Howard's cold assessment. The prisoner whipped his gaze to the hardened military man. "He saved my life," Marcus began. "You might operate under the 'every man for himself' frame of mind, but I'm not going to leave him here to die." Marcus redirected his gaze back to Nine. "Plus I've already carried him this far." It was all Will could do to not roll his eyes. "He was never alive to begin with." He winced as he hoisted himself up onto the weight of his wounded leg. "As it stands, our odds at surviving this place are already damn-near close to zero. Are you really going to jeopardize your life for this," he paused to find the word, accenting it with a kick to Nine's metal shin, "toaster?" "This toaster's got a human trapped somewhere in there!" Marcus stood, pressing into the Captain's personal space. He lifted an accusatory finger and jabbed it into Captain Howard's armored chest. "And you, and people like you, are the ones who put him in there in the first place!" Marcus' face grew red. The two may be momentary allies, though at the moment, neither of them much cared to act like it. "I am no more responsible for your being here than that thing is," Will pointed down towards Nine, still slumped against the hallway floor. "That 'thing'? He's a 'thing,' is he?" Marcus positioned himself between Nine and the Captain, shielding his Android friend from Howard's insensitive finger-pointing. "I suppose that's how you view me as well. Just something you can use until it's time to be disposed of." There were no intelligible words beyond this point, as both parties mindlessly shouted into the others' unloosed jaws. Somewhere in the middle of this chauvinistic display of bridled rage, Captain Howard drew his sidearm. With military quickness, he unholstered his pistol and aimed it square at Marcus' head. A tense silence followed the action, as Marcus stared down the barrel of the Captain's standard-issue firearm. "Look, let's not-" Marcus started. "Behind you, idiot." Hesitant, Marcus kept his gaze locked onto the pistol while turning his head about, until the side of his face was met with cold steel. There were mere micrometers between him and the now-vertical android. Unsure of what to do, Marcus backed away from the stoic tin man and aligned himself with Howard. Marcus knew Nine to be friendly, though his present unblinking, unmoving state left him with a cold shiver down his spine. The prisoner took a cautious step forward. "...Nine?" And with just as much warning as before, the Android spun ninety degrees, and engaged in an awkwardly inhuman sprint down the hallway. The two men stared on in shocked amazement as Nine jetted through the now-open doors leading away from sector H. Just before slipping into the shadows, Marcus took note of Nine's left leg, shaking violently as he ran. It was likely damaged from Captain Howard's piercing round just moments before. "He's just like you," Marcus stated with a smirk, referring to the Captain's own leg injury. Will cast a nasty sidelong glance in Marcus' direction. The jab was designed to get under his skin, and it had. "It is nothing like me." And with that, the two silently resolved to follow the Android into the pitch darkness, with the vague hope that he had calculated some new means of escape. OOC: Sorry to have us go back and forth like this! Ha, I guess that's what you get for co-writing in a maze. I just figured there wasn't much left in Sector H, and you opened the possibility of something existing behind that wall. Soundslikefunlet'sgothere! Edited by Vrikk, Jan 19 2014, 02:50 PM.
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| Andromis | Jan 24 2014, 04:15 PM Post #12 |
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OOC-"indent?" Who knew it was so simple? Remember when everyone had their own color they'd post in? I'm gonna do that again. BIC- BANG! The shot cut through the pervading silence in remarkable outofplaceness. The light from the muzzle flash quickly and briefly illuminated the catacombic tunnels that led out of sector H. "What are you doing?" Gasped Marcus in a shocked tone. "I'm sorry" said Will in a sarcastic tone "do you have some other magical source of light we could use?" "It's not blindness I'm worried about, it's about being seen. And you just sent a shining beacon to...whatever's out there." Will attempted to poke a finger at Marcus's chest, but missed and instead jabbed at nothing in the darkness. "Look," he said "I've seen 'what's out there,' and I think I'm qualified to say what's safe and what's not." "What is that exactly?" "What?" "What exactly is 'out there'?" Will paused for a moment and took a breath. Then he spoke slowly, trying to find the right words to describe the hordes of mutated or biologically altered prisoners that now plagued the facility. "Monsters...creatures...byproducts of tests and experiments. Things I don't know or care to know about." "And doesn't that make you wonder?" said Marcus "Doesn't it bother you that something just seems enormously wrong about this place?" "It's not my job to wonder." "Your job?" Marcus scoffed "Under whose authority?" "Under the authority of the chain of command that holds our society together. I don't get the luxury of wondering because if I did I'd wonder the whole system down into oblivion. I just have to trust that the people who write my paycheck do their job in good conscience with good reason, just like the men under me trust my orders; just like any good soldier listens to his officer because his officer knows things that he doesn't." "Maybe the officer that built this place doesn't know everything." Marcus muttered under his breath. "What?" "Nothing." The silence returned for a moment. The argument was getting them nowhere, and each second of the conversation made them dislike each other even more. After the pause, Will said "We need to move" and started walking. Marcus made no objection and followed the captain into the darkness, both feeling their way along the invisible walls. They walked around in silence for the next few hours. The halls were empty and quiet, the lonesomeness was almost as intimidating as the horrific predators that lurked somewhere hidden in the asteroid. At the risk of admitting that Marcus was right, Will didn't fire his pistol anymore to give them sight. Instead they felt their way along the walls by touch and occasionally by sound. Right, left, left, right, right, left, right. The tunnels were labyrinthine and confusing. Will wondered if this was by design. Sometimes the walls were smooth and obviously manufactured; sometimes they were rough and apparently drilled directly into the asteroid's rock. They had no way of knowing where they were. Will tried to keep track of their turns and distances by counting paces, but it was easy to lose track. He guessed they had probably doubled back a few times and were going in circles. They came across nothing but more tunnel. There were no prisoners, there were no guards, there was no nine. Nothing but footsteps and solitude. Will heard Marcus stop and sit down. He would have protested but knew that the prisoner was in the right. They were getting nowhere. "We're getting nowhere" said Marcus. Will said nothing but agreed with him. Sitting still wouldn't save them, but it seemed that their walking was just as futile. It had been almost eighteen hours since Will had last slept, and he guessed that Marcus possessed similar fatigue. Will slumped against the wall and was about to fall to the floor when he felt an old familiar feeling. Breeze. It was so small and so gentle that he would not have noticed it had it not been for the ever-present stillness of the past few hours. "Marcus, get up" said Will. "Why bother?" Said Marcus. "Seriously get up" said the captain quietly but forcibly "Something's happening." Will heard Marcus slowly rise to his feet. The breeze flowed from Will's right to his left. Slowly, will followed the path of the air flow, carefully stepping as if his motion would disrupt the fragility of the breeze. After about ten steps will stopped, unsure of what he was touching. His hand was still on the wall, but it was neither smooth like wall panel nor wavy like drilled tunnel. This part of the wall was broken. "Come feel this" Will called to Marcus. Marcus quietly padded over to where Will was and placed his hand on the rough edge in the darkness. "Why is it--" Marcus was abruptly cut off as the facility lights exploded on. They both clapped gloved hands over their eyes to avoid the caustic stabbings of white light. The sudden illumination was so forceful and so different that at first it was just as sightless as the dark. But after their eyes adjusted, Will cracked his fingers apart and squinted in between his gloves at the new found experience of sight. Behind them he could see the maze of tunnels they had been traversing for hours, now lit with blazing clarity. But in front of him...what he saw in front of him was much more foreign, and much more surreal. He almost did not believe his eyes, but he could not deny what he saw. In front of them was the once smooth wall of tunneled asteroid. But in dead center of the wall, some two meters across and tall, was a hole. It was a large, gaping, gasping hole with broken and blasted edges. Beyond the hole they could vaguely glimpse a vast but non mazelike cavern, though they could not see what the cavern contained. The cavern was mysterious and foreboding, it had an air of oldness and time about it, only that wasn't what bothered Will. What bothered Will was that the hole had been broken open from the inside. No one from the facility had been tunneling further into the asteroid, something already inside the asteroid had broken out. OOC-new word: outofplaceness Edited by Andromis, Jan 24 2014, 04:23 PM.
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| Vrikk | Jan 26 2014, 01:21 PM Post #13 |
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Despite the surgical-grade lights now flooding the hallway, an irreverent stillness hung in the air. An unsettling quiet. The calm before the storm. The recent discovery of a gaping mouth within the facility wall did little to rectify their unease. The two men stared into the black in silence, before Captain Howard ripped his gaze away. "Let's get our bearings. Can we determine our location?" Will asked with authority, substituting the mystery of the tunnel for a question they might more easily answer. Marcus turned, stepping into the center of the hallway. While their surroundings maintained the minimalist design of the rest of the facility, the area they inhabited at present carried evidence of its age. Rust had begun to bleed through the seams of the metal walls, and the floor exhibited grooves in the corrugated steel, weathered by the boots of patrolling security teams. This was the oldest sector of R-6719. Marcus planted his left hand to his brow so as to offer some respite from the white blaze above his head. "Sector A," he stated, squinting towards a sign at the edge of his vision. He dropped his arm and whirled to Captain Howard. "This is my sector," he said through the nervous catch in his throat. "The lab, and my cell... They had signs just like that one." The prisoner's voice shook slightly. Suddenly, he felt very small. His focus clung to Captain Howard, for no other reason than to distract his memory from the haunted thoughts the "Sector A" placard had agitated. The nuances went unnoticed by William Howard. "Does that mean you know the way out?" "Of course not," Marcus spat hotly, secretly relieved for the opportunity to trade his fear for anger. "All I know is the lab and my cell. It's not like they gave us recess." Just as Will opened his mouth to counter the prisoner's jest, a high-pitched trill came bouncing down the corridor. Marcus froze and Will whipped his firearm from its holster, wildly pointing it towards each new echo. Dual beams of brilliant crimson erupted from hidden sentries in the walls of the hallway. Marcus instinctively shrunk towards the floor, while Will rattled off several shots from his weapon. Unsuccessful, the military man whipped his head side to side, combing over his surroundings with a tactical prowess. "We need a defensible position." "What does that even mean?" Marcus shouted above the screech of laser fire. "Hey, what are you-" Before he could finish, William dove into the dark mouth of the rock, grabbing the collar of the prisoner's jumpsuit and hefting him into the cover of darkness alongside him. With a solid thud, Captain Howard planted his back against the wall of the cavern, adopting a militaristic pose behind the cover of the craggy mouth entrance. The action was impressive, though largely unnecessary. They caught their breathe, and watched as the radiant beams danced beyond the frame of the tunnel entryway, unable to reach them. "Should have figured the auto-defenses would come back on after the power did," Captain Howard whispered, silently chastising himself for the momentary lapse in tactical foresight. The prisoner shivered, inspecting their newly found refuge. His expression reflected his unease. As Marcus lifted himself up from the chilled rock floor, he noted the breeze coming through the dark innards of the cavern. It was dry, musty, and seemed almost old, like it had sat undisturbed for quite some time. "We have to find a way past the turrets," said Marcus into the black. "Because I'm not going in there." Despite their escape from the sentries, Marcus didn't feel any safer. A near-silent crack commanded their attentions, emanating from the wall of rock Will had previously occupied. With a mix of confusion and horror, the two men stood frozen, tracking the sliver of black as it moved downwards. The crag traveled in gasps, hiccuping towards the floor, splintering wider and wider as it's accompanied snap echoed ever louder. Unwilling to resubmit themselves to the dangers of the hallway, and unwilling to risk the unknown lurking further within the cavern, Will and Marcus stood planted. Powerless to the whim of the ancient rock, the two men halted their breathing, as if the activity of their lungs would agitate the delicate slag beneath their feet. A splintered crack the width of a hair nuzzled its way beneath the sole of Marcus' boot. With another snap, he felt it spread, threatening to swallow his foot hole. The ground emitted a hungry rumble, and Marcus dove towards the black of the inner cavern, hoping desperately for more solid ground. And with a terrible lurch of his stomach, Marcus felt gravity rip him from the floor. He drowned in the blackness that followed, tumbling down in a cascade of rock and debris, sliding further and further into the ominous hollow. He stopped. Overcoming the hesitation to open his eyes, he was surprised to discover a faint, luminous glow offering a soft and gentle radiance throughout the spacious cave. It painted the arched dome of the cavern in a wash of yellow-green light, beautiful and foreign in its incandescence. Marcus' eyes tracked the light, following it back from the shadows it cast against the pock-marked cavern walls. But before his eyes reached the source, granular sediment beaded onto the top of his head like the sand in an hourglass. "Incoming!" was all Marcus heard from above him before taking a misplaced boot to the head, and his vision, once more, turned black. |
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| Andromis | Jan 28 2014, 05:59 PM Post #14 |
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A large shard of glassy black rock landed where Will had just stood. Will grunted and rose to his feet. They were at the bottom of a newly formed ravine split into the floor of the cavern. The thundering of rocks and walls crashing and cracking still boomed in the space. Small pebbles bombarded Will uncomfortably, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before another bolder fell upon them. "Get up, Marcus!" Yelled Will to the prisoner behind him. Marcus made no motion. "On your feet, let's move it!" he called again. Still no response. Will knelt down and turned over Marcus's head to see an unfortunate bootmark imprinted on the man's face. Will sighed, disgruntled at himself for the blundering error. Will chanced an upward glance. Up above the ceiling was still painted psychedelic green and yellow by an unknown source of luminesence. The sight caught him off guard. Will was rarely caught off guard, but he was usually on guard for war, and what he saw above him penetrated him in a manner he was unused to. Will could not protect himself from the peace. Will paused, transfixed for a moment in observance of the auroral bands. The noise of breakage and the shower of stones still persisted, but Will stood transfixed at the fulgor above him, an eye of peace in a storm of a chaotic life. The shattering of another piece of roof fragment shook him from his stupor. The lights above illuminated a small ripple in the ceiling, the ripple split and broke as a boulder began to inch free from the rock and succumb to gravity. Will slapped Marcus's face harshly "Get up, Marcus!" he yelled above the noise. Marcus did not move. Will grunted and wrapped his arms around the prisoner, trying to pull him out of harm's way. But because of the narrowness of the ravine he was unable to get a solid grasp around Marcus's body, and despite his efforts, he was barely able to move the man a few inches before getting caught on the floor's jagged surface. Another crack above warned Will of the oncoming projectile. Will yelled wordless and pulled with all his strength. Come on, Marcus. His efforts were futile. Then Will heard the boulder break free from the ceiling. Will was not trained in compassion, and it was clear that he could not save the prisoner. His training kicked in--old trainings; old sayings. Better one than three. Will dove away just before the rock hit. Better you than me. As he hit the floor Will ducked into a ball and covered his head and neck as best he could , waiting for a crash. But after ten seconds no crash came. Fifteen seconds, still no crash. What is going on? Will waited defensively for a few more seconds before hazarding a look behind him. He glanced cautiously over his shoulder and almost did not believe what he saw. There was Marcus, still lying limp on the jagged floor of the ravine. Small rocks still pelted him from above, but he was still in tact, and the giant slab above him... Above him, the giant slab of rock hovered midair over the prisoner. At first Will thought it was an illusion. At first he thought the rock had just wedged itself in the ravine above Marcus. He cautiously took a few steps forward, as if his movements might break the stone from its frozen state and send it hurtling towards him. But as he got closer, Will saw that the bolder was indeed hovering in air. What was going on? Was this another gravity Malfunction? Will watched as smaller stones still rained down, disproving failure in gravity equipment. The walls still groaned and shifted, but this piece of rock stood stark still. He reached up a hand to touch the rock, but his thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang. The green-yellow lights turned red, and the massive bolder shattered. It shattered with a bang and dissociated into billions and billions of dust particles. The dust shock-waved harmlessly across the room. Will clapped his hands over his ears as the boom struck him. Then he coughed as the dust passed by. It was a shock, but he was unhurt. Then the noise all stopped. The blood red light and the explosion were together so violent that Will did not notice that the room had gone quiet. He slowly took his hands from his ears, it was all silent now; the only noise was the sound of his breath and heartbeat and a few stray rocks still clacking down on the floor. But other than these small clicks, there was no sound. Will breathed slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible to listen to any small sound that pervaded the unsettling calm. Nothing. It was as if the explosion had been a finale of the crashing rocks, and now was the calm after the storm. Marcus started to move, inching his way into consciousness. It relieved Will that he was still alive--though he would never admit it--it also bothered him that he hadn't even thought to check the prisoner's pulse. "Marcus, you awake?" Will whispered towards the prisoner's form. Marcus moaned groggily. "Get up" said Will "something's happening." Marcus coughed and looked up at Will with an expression of annoyance. "You stepped on me." "That's not important now" said Will "Just look around." Marcus slowly rose to his feet and walked over to where Will was standing. He noticed the red light and absence of sound, the walls were still; there wasn't even anymore gunfire shooting in from the hall turrets. Absolute quiet. Will motioned for Marcus to follow as he started to climb up out of the crack in the floor. When Will reached the top of the ravine he froze once more. Will was not caught of guard, but he had no idea what to expect when he saw the remarkable strangeness before him. Marcus stuck his head above the crack and also stopped in amazement. There before them, suspended in a column of red light, was what appeared to be a man. He was held equidistant from the ceiling and floor, and he was writhing like a dying snake. His body contorted with what appeared to be agony, whipping this way and that, and energy seemed to flow through him. The light started to change colors again, in flashes of blue and green and white and orange, rapidly switching in epileptic transition. Everything was still and quiet, but the strobing filled the room with a cacophony of visual noise. Neither dared speak, neither dared take their eyes off the psychotic display before them. They could have been there for hours, days; seconds. It was all compressed and stretched across time and captivating in importance. It was immutable, uninterruptable. The silence broke as the man screamed. It was a scream of ancientness and time and fate; it was a noise like rebirth from an old sleep; it was loud, and it tore through the room like a soul clawing its way out of a long abandoned tribulation. |
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| Vrikk | Feb 13 2014, 11:15 AM Post #15 |
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OOC- Soooo... I went back and reread the bit where the dude integrated himself into the system... It could have been Nine, or it could have been someone else. In this post, I opted for it to be someone else, because I think he'd be a badass antagonist. Also, I took another risk with who/what "the figure" turned out to be, but feel totally free to alter, change, do whatever with it! BIC- Robert Chamberman’s body twitched with each new jolt of information flowing through the system he was now a part of. He had disposed of his primitive organic brain some hours ago, willingly choosing to outsource his mental capacities to the hyper-advanced military research facility he had helped to construct. Now, the lifeless husk of his body acted as a stationary conduit, directing the traffic of electric information to all of the sectors of R-6719. Everything had been going to plan. The subroutines and backdoors he had left open as the chief of technology for the facility were now his avenue to power. He controlled every camera, every turret, and every jail cell. He even gained control of an Android from Sector H, codename “Nine”, the subject of research even the most veteran scientists were morally shaken by. Nevertheless, he pushed the research forward. It took the galaxy's best biotechnical engineers nine attempts to produce a functioning android, but they had eventually achieved success. The scientists celebrated the completed project, perhaps as a way to forget their troubled consciences, a way to forget the eight tortured souls that had come before. They might have celebrated less, had they known that "Nine" was merely the first of Robert Chamberman's cybernetic footsoldiers. All of the bodies now littering the facility would serve to flesh out the rest of his armament. It was all part of his plan. However, an unexpected error had arisen as of late. A pair of organics had escaped his turrets, and burrowed deep into the asteroid. The one place, despite his vast technological reach, he could no go. The two humans were merely a hiccup in his plan - a bug in the code, for which there is always a diagnostic. These bugs in his code, he decided, will simply be deleted - by Nine. The cavern shook with the paralyzing scream emanating from the figure suspended in the beam of ghostly light. Its suffering continued, as did Marcus’ and Will's. They bolted their hands to their ears in an attempt to muffle the tortured cacophony. They slid to the floor, perhaps hoping to better shield themselves from the inhuman sound waves. The environment reacted with incessant trembling; stalactites crumbled and the entire ceiling threatened to give way to gravity. The wail shifted in pitch, tone, and volume, waxing and waning in its humanness. And suddenly, it stopped. Marcus loosed the vicegrip hold he’d placed on either side of his head, and timidly poked his head out from the column he’d nestled behind. What he saw in the center of the cavern threatened his confidence in his sanity. Without removing his gaze from the figure, he stepped out from his hiding place, entirely transfixed. He took steady, cautious steps forward, wholly unaware of Captain Howard’s vocal warnings. Part of what lead him to the figure was his own curiosity, but another influence came from without. Like the call of the siren, Marcus was lead to the center by a motivation not entirely his own. As he came closer, Marcus’ boots crunched on objects his memory recognized: syringes, test tubes, DNA samples, all labeled similarly. “Sector A, Subject 1, Marcus Nel”. How they came to be in the cavern, Marcus had no mind to ponder. The figure, now possessing a ghostly calm, stretched its arm out towards Marcus. Its skin was pale, like his; in fact, the two had the exact same skin tone. The man’s arm carried a serial number, as was standard issue for any test subject in the R-6719 research facility. They acted as identification numbers, and no two numbers matched. Until now. Marcus lifted his gaze and stared into what might have been a mirror. It was him. His face, his eyes, his hair. But the figure’s aura, its presence, lacked an inexplicable quality of humanness. The figure extended its reach, and touched Marcus upon the shoulder. A flash of light consumed him, and Marcus was taken out of time itself. All of what Marcus saw was incomprehensible, though there was an unmistakable rush of feeling. Pain became his reality, along with fear, and terror. Emotion on an innumerable scale, too much to come from a single individual. This came from an entire species. OOC- Good? Bad? I left it vague intentionally, something for us to build upon later. Let me know if its too crazy! Edited by Vrikk, Feb 13 2014, 11:40 AM.
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| Andromis | Feb 26 2014, 01:06 PM Post #16 |
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OOC-queso, it's been too long since I've posted, and I feel a little guilty for leaving both threads closed to you for so long, so I'm going to post now. Having said that, I feel that there may be some planning needed before we go too far...or not, maybe we should just wing it. Whatever the case, I thought I could touch on something that needs to be addressed AND will contribute to the story WITHOUT closing any doors to possibilities (perhaps open some even). Win, win, win. Anyways, here goes. <later> Yeah, so it's pretty long. I got kinda carried away with the whole history thing. You can ignore it and just read the orange if you want. It was really a just for fun thing I did BIC- >>Federal Encyclopedia Section 0052-Overview of Federation History >>input command >>_war for independence >>... >>This is an overview section, for a more comprehensive history, see Federal Encyclopedia Section 0054. For census data, see section 0068. … Data:Federal War for Independence. In UFP 1, the three systems of Deel, Bark, and Van seceded from the rule of the centrally located ‘system zero,’ thus marking the beginning of the United Federation of Planets. By UFP 2, twelve additional systems joined the three, and by UFP 4, system zero had only one allied system remaining, ‘system one.’ System one was quickly overrun by federal forces and bombarded with neutron radiation. After this, the vastly outnumbered but highly advanced system zero defensive fleet was able to repel the rebels for the next two years. In year UFP 6, however, a fleet of one-hundred-and-sixty ships under the command of Carter Gray breached the system zero defensive blockade. After the breach, it took Federation forces just six days to assume total control of system zero. No Federation soldiers ever touched down on enemy soil, as Admiral Gray glassed all five system zero planets after control was achieved. Both system one and system zero remain uninhabited to this day, as radiation levels remain too high for organic life forms. Note: Admiral Carter's ruthless but necessary actions destroyed all record of the system zero regime and regimes prior, as even their names have been forgotten. >>ready >>input command Admiral Jason Gray had known the Federation's history since he was a child. He had been taught of his heritage by his family and teachers; he had been taught that he was the descendant of heroes. From his quarters on UFP flagship Retribution, he scanned through his nation’s history, as he always did before each conflict, to remind him of his purpose, to remind him of what led to each necessary battle. >>_year:union12::union79 >>... >>This is an overview section, for a more comprehensive history, see Federal Encyclopedia section 0054. For census data, see section 0068. … Data: stellar years UFP 12 through UFP 78. Major occurrences: UFP 12-disembarkation of twelve exploratory vessels into sector F2 marks beginning of the first UFP colonial era. Over the next 67 years, twenty-two new colonies are established in F2. UFP 37-First contact made with alien species, colloquially known as the 'red men.' Docile life forms of subhuman intelligence, they were and remain incorporated into the federation to this date. During the first colonial period, many other species were contacted, none superior to humans. All were subjected to UFP rule and have seen greater quality of life since. UFP 64-minor rebellion in Saqra and Degas systems (human). Militant forces subdued within months, all planets remain subject. UFP 79-Economic crisis renders billions unemployed and plunges UFP into depression, ending the first colonial period. >>ready >>input command Jason sighed and took a drink from a white mug on his desk. The Retribution was currently on its way to respond to a threat in the border system Novarra. Admiral Gray had received an order just yesterday to scramble his fleet to an urgent call from the area. He did not know what to expect from the conflict—his orders stated little—but he knew that whatever it was, he was ready—it was in his blood. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Enter” he responded. A man entered and informed Jason that they were an hour away from their destination; the Admiral thanked the man and went back to the computer. >>_year:union157::union 301 >>… >> This is an overview section, for a more comprehensive history, see Federal Encyclopedia section 0054. For census data, see section 0068. … Data: year UFP 157 through UFP 301, Major occurances: UFP 157-Invention of the Triphase Bessel reactor, allowing vastly greater reach for trans-system travel. UFP 159-Disembarkation of the exploratory vessel Tellek, marks beginning of the second UFP colonial era. Over the next fifty-two years, sixty-four new colonies were established in F3. UFP 230-Third UFP colonial era. Lasts five years, three colonies established in F4. UFP 235-Contact made with Scythians, a highly advanced, highly dangerous alien species in F4. After several failed attempts at peace, war begins between the UFP and Scythians. All three UFP colonies in F4 overrun within five years. Scythians begin to invade F3 and push toward central UFP territory. UFP 248-Forces of Admiral James Free push Scythians back into their own space. UFP 259-Admiral West Gray defeated at Gessca, three systems overrun by Scythians. UFP 261-Admiral Michael Ham defeated at Morda, ten systems overrun by Scythians. UFP 264-Admiral Neil Delway defeated at Lone, twenty-four systems lost to Scythians. UFP 271-->279-Admiral William Gray, grandson of Admiral West Gray, reclaims all lost UFP territory through brutal tactics. Begins offensive into Scythian space. UFP 292-Gray offensive stopped by Scythians, pushed back into F3. UFP 295-Peace agreement between Scythians and UFP UFP 301-Gray’s line established, barring all passage to or from Scythian space. No contact with the Scythians has been made since. >>ready >>input command The Admiral was about to continue through the history when he noted his mission briefings out of the corner of his eye. He had studied the briefings intensively. “Maxiumum force allowed,” and “do not allow enemy to escape.” The brief specified little as to what awaited him ahead, though it was evident that what was coming was dangerous. He typed another command into the computer. >>_transfer to section 0193:: data: R-6719 >>… >>Transfer: Section 0193, UFP system records >>… >>Data: R-6719 … Body type: asteroid Location: Asteroid belt (one of two), Novarra System Primary resources: Non-ferrous metals, Corundum, Silica, Gypsum Inhabbited: No >>ready >>input command Jason took another drink. Whatever lied within the Novarra III research facility was classified information. He could hear the hum of the ship’s reactors vibrate through the decks below, a deep, foreboding sound of an unstoppable force. He looked out the window and noted the armada of Federal warships he led to the void. Ten battleships, thirty cruisers, twelve frigates, and three massive carriers, in addition to five troop ships each carrying an army of men. The Federation had spared no cost in the success of the mission, making Jason aware of the danger of what lay ahead. His great great great grandfather had been caught off guard by the Scythians centuries ago, because he underestimated what he did not understand. Though his briefings stated little, the Admiral somehow knew that what was ahead was beyond anything they had faced before. Jason did not know what lurked within the depths of space, he didn’t know what was out there, but he knew that the void was not to be underestimated. Even so, he knew that whatever was to be had in R-6719, the Federation would have it. He would make sure of it. Conquest was in his blood. Edited by Andromis, Feb 28 2014, 05:18 PM.
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