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Post by The Governor on Dec 12, 2016 9:52:01 GMT
The Confederate delegation had followed the Oberleutenant silently, waiting until they saw the signal to retrieve their belongings. The Ambassador's jewellery had been stolen, but that was a minor concern for her at this point. Her main goal was escaping. As for George and the commandos, once they had suited up, they could literally breathe easier.
Once they had left the room and heard the officer's question, Bethany answered in a tone of concern, "No one in my delegation could pilot a Colonial battle-carrier, much less an older one. I might be able to operate comm systems, as I had training in almost all known types. But Confederate vessels use hyper, not jump drives. I couldn't navigate or fly the ship."
"Oliver could have managed it," George commented. "He was our pilot and my second in command. He trained to use jump drives aboard Acruani ships. But all of us saw what happened to him. We'll need your help, Oberstleutnant."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 19:51:43 GMT
“Acruani ships use jump drives that are a lot different from what the Colonies are using.. Unfortunately.”, the Oberstleutnant replied in a low voice. “Especially the old ones...the one we’re going after especially had its network removed immediately after the Massacre of Terra Nova, when the Terrans had managed to break through the Colonial Defense OS All its computers are isolated, and in some cases, some systems were even reconverted to analog..that ship is a fossil. But it’s the only way out.” The young officer then sighed. “You probably never heard the last order of the Central High Command, didn’t you?”, the boy asked, before showing them the band at his wrist, which projected a small holographic screen, that showed a number of letters and numbers, the code for a crypted order from the High Command. A voice was heard.
To all still loyal Colonial troops on Xalion. The Axiom Knights have turned against us. Such an attack on the very existence of our beloved Federation shall not be tolerated! Until help arrives from the other systems, we shall keep our positions! Stand firm, Colonials! Hold your positions and fight the enemy until your last dying breath! Protect the honor of Xalion!
“I don’t know..”, was the only thing the boy managed to say, before a few other voices were heard, and a group of soldiers appeared next to the platform. They pointed their weapons at them, but their leader, from the looks of it, a Xevelin female, looking human but with the clear ears and tail of the cat people, as they were called, seemed to recognize the Obersleutnant, as she ordered her men to lower their weapons.
“Report, Oberstleutnant Wendelin”, the woman, clearly higher ranked in the Freikorps, ordered him. The boy saluted. “Frau Hauptmann, Oberstleutnant Wendelin reporting. I am the sole survivor of the Special Guard 34th Freikorps Company! Following my orders to ensure the safety and evacuate the members of the foreign delegations on Xalion!”
As everyone relaxed, the female officer sighed. “And how do you want to do that? Hell has broken loose out here.”, she asked him, and the boy promptly responded. “I was thinking to evacuate the foreigners to the museum ship. It’s still functional, and it may be the only still functional ship around..”
But the boy’s words were interrupted as something that seemed to be an artillery shell hit right in the middle of the platform, causing it to crash, and killing multiple Colonials.The Hauptmann was the first to stand back up. “No time to think about it. Let’s go!”
The Colonial soldiers who stood up helped the foreigners who had fallen down, and the entire group started to run.. just as the knights started to appear..
They ran, ran, and ran through the dark and cold night, with the storm unleashing in the skies above them, the sounds of the battle, screeching in the distance.Eventually, they reached a large building.CMS Sigrdrífa-Museum. Hurrying, the entire group entered, closing the doors between them.
As they entered, they ran through the hallways of the museum, until they reached a pair of large, iron gates. The Haptumann opened them with her code, and they entered a huge spherical like space, with something in the middle. A ship. A really old ship.The First Valkyrie. The Old Lady. The first ship to ever be created and used by the Colonies.
CMS Sigrdrífa(V01-S)
The ship was clearly old, but there was no mistake, even if it was much smaller than the usual battlecarriers, at only 650 meters of length, it was a Ship of the Line.A museum, ship, in its condition. But now, it was their only way out.
As they quickly climbed down on the ramp, they eventually reached the ship itself, just someone started to fire from where they had come, as the knights had broken in the museum. The Colonial soldiers took cover behind the large parts of the gate that had been used to restrict the access of the tourists towards the ship, on the ship’s platform, and started to fire back, while the Oberstleutnant fell on the ground next to the door of the shaft that was used to enter the ship. Breathing heavily, the boy started to cough again, with blood slowly dripping from his mouth.
“The ship hasn’t been properly maintained in years.. It won’t be able to take all of us out, even if it was supposed to have a crew of hundreds of people originally…..some of us.. will have to stay..”, the officer continued, as he tried to stand back up. The Hauptmann’s response was swift. “Me and my men have our orders to follow.. we’ll keep them off until the ship takes off. The foreigners have to leave, and they have to hurry.. there isn’t much time left.”..
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Post by The Governor on Dec 14, 2016 7:17:16 GMT
As the new Colonial officer entered, the Confederate delegation felt a mix of relief and curiosity. They were relieved to see Colonial help arrive at last, but they were also mystified by the new race she represented. She was also obviously important, although the Confederates weren't sure how. So Bethany simply said in an even tone, "Greetings. I'm Ambassador Bethany Rhodes Of The Dothvalian Confederacy." She motioned to the others and said, "This is the remnant of my delegation. Oberstleutnant Wendelin has done an outstanding job. We wouldn't be here without his help."
Once they had reached the museum, the delegation was dismayed as the condition of the Lieutenant deteriorated. When he fell, George and Carter moved to help him get up. The two remaining commandos also leapt into action. One took defensive positions with the other volunteers, and the other went towards the Hauptmann. He looked towards Bethany as well and said, "Yes. Some of us will have to stay behind. We will, Ambassador. Our orders are to protect you, and even if the rest of the team was annihilated, we will carry out those instructions. We will cover your escape." He then turned back to the Hauptmann and said with a salute, "Petty Officers Kelley and Johnston, at your service. We'll do as you command."
George said suddenly, "Wait. If you're staying, I'm staying as well. I'm not leaving you two. Vertigo Team was my command."
"I'm afraid not, Ensign Tracey," Bethany said suddenly. "This is technically classified, but having a relative in Intelligence lets me know things. You were never supposed to die on Xalion. The Confederate government has plans for you, George. Big plans. You'll be leaving with us. Please dont dispute those instructions."
The commando officer thought about what the Ambassador had said. On one hand, he hated to leave his men. But on the other, his job was to protect the Ambassador. And if she boarded the ship, she would still need help getting home. "As you command, Ambassador," George answered.
Now, Bethany turned to the Oberstleutnant. She advised in a tone that was sympathetic yet authoritative, "Come with us, Lieutenant. You just explained the differences between Colonial and Acruani jump drives. We cant operate the ship without your help. And you're in no condition to fight an Axiom Knight. You're very likely to die if you stay. And if you stay, then so are we. None of us know how to operate the FTL. Which means we could only use sublight speeds on an ancient carrier against Axiom traitors with modern ships of the line. We need your help. Please, come with us."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 20:21:02 GMT
The Oberstleutnant hesitated..but the authoritative tone of the ambassador, combined with the look that the Colonial women officer gave him, was enough to convince him.. mostly. Orders were orders, and as a member of the military, even if as a member of a volunteer force of the military, he was used to recognizing authority. And then.. well, unlike all that propaganda that he had seen when he had been little, about the Confederates being traitors, and monsters, and enemies of the Colonies.. none of this men, and especially not the ambassador, seemed to be like that. He wouldn't have liked.. to see them die here. "Alright.. I'll.. I'll come with you.", the young officer weakly said. The Hauptmann sighed. "Very well, Oberstleutnant Wendelin. I am hereby changing your orders to ensuring the survival and the escape of this people from Xalion. But, you also have to take someone with you." The female steppted to the side, and one of the soldiers took off its mask, only to show the face of a young woman, that wasn't exactly human. With light green eyes, a dark green, long hair, and a slight greenish hue to her skin, this women was clearly a Luminarian, part of one of the largest non-human race groups of the Colonies, but also, the most pacifist of the groups. Gilbert seemed to recognize her.
"The Empress.. of Luminaris..", the boy lowly murmured. "Yes. She was at the Dome when this all started, and we managed to save her. You need to take her out of here too. The Colonies can't afford to lose the Luminarians." The young officer agreed. "We have to.. hurry.."
And with that, the group used the shaft to enter the large ship, running. Meanwhile, the women officer turned around and smiled to the two commandos which remained with them. "Petty Officers Kelley and Johnston, thank you for fighting with us. No matter what happens, we can't allow the Knights to enter the Siegrdrifa. Since the ship wasn't supposed to ever leave again, they will have to crush the dome above us to take off.. which means that we can't stay here. We'll charge up the platform, and to their positions. If we survive, we'll try to escape to one of the planet's lower levels. If not.. well, at least we'll take out as many of them with us as we can." One of the wounded soldiers, who had been shot in this leg, armed his rile, and smiled. "We can't move, so we'll cover you. Good luck.", the soldier, clearly some sort of an alien, said, followed by similar affirmations from the rest of the wounded soldiers. The female officer prepared her rifle, just as the wounded started to fire.
"Come on, let's show them what the Freikorps can do! Vorwärts!", she shouted, with the remaining soldiers replying with a classical Hurra!, as the Colonials and the two Confederates charged up the platform. But the group that had entered the battlecarrier would never know what happened.
The corridors of the battlecarrier were dark and rather cold, as the generators had been put on low energy mode, only maintaining vital systems online. It was clear, by all the pictures on the walls, and the exposition areas, that this ship had indeed been turned into a museum ship. But it was their only way out..
Following the indications of the officer, the people in the group hurried, eventually getting to the CIC after what seemed like hours on the long and dark corridors. But luckily for them, the combined indications of the young officer and of the Luminarian Empress, which was familiar with the basic outlines of a battlestar, allowed them to finally get to the deck. Opening the doors, they entered a fairly large and somewhat round shaped command room, a two-level complex with three bulkhead exits/entrances. The Combat and Information Center. In the center there was a large communications and a roughly hexagonal "information management" table, with a retractable information display tower bearing a number of LCD screens suspended above it, ancient technology. Other stations were organized in all corners of their room, each with their own computers and screens, forming the deck of the ship. But there was no time to admire. They had to leave, and they had to leave quickly.
Ignoring the pain, and hurrying to one of the command stations, the boy took out what looked as a command key, introducing it in a keyhole, and then pressing a button, starting the old systems. Lights went on, although the furthest portion of the CIC remained dark and inaccessible. The lights soon turned red however, as the alarms started to sound, and the voice of a young woman, probably registered, started to be heard.
ACTION STATIONS, ACTION STATIONS. ALL HANDS, ACTION STATIONS. CONDITION ONE IS SET ON THE SHIP. I REPEAT, CONDITION ONE IS SET ON THE SHIP. ACTION STATIONS!
GEFFECHTSSTATION, GEFFECHTSSTATION! ALLE MANN AUF GEFFECHTSTATION! KONDITION EINZ, KONDIZION EINZ!
Quickly typing in the commands, the officer forcefully started, and the light tremor of the reactors being started was to be felt. The gigantic ship started to move, somehow, with only one person controlling it, a result of the way the systems had been arranged, back when the Colonies suffered from a chronic lack of crews to man their ships. But even so, it was a tremendous job. Taking off, with the engines started, the ship started to raise, before it forcefully crashed through the dome that had been covering it, increasing its altitude. But not before long, the ship started to be shaken by constant strong hits, throwing everyone on the floor.
"They're firing on us, no time to start the shields! Diverting all power to the FTL engines.. please don't glitch..", the ship continued to be pounded from all parts, but the armor somehow resisted. Moving to another computer, the officer quickly started to type several coordinates into the machine, just as the system informed them that fighters were being detected inbound. Furiously typing, Gilbert finally managed to find a good destination. Someone had seemingly updated the information centers of the ship, and a place known as the Hamilton Spacedock was available, somewhere in the Andromeda. Under normal circumstances, that would have been suicidal, but with the calculation powers of the system with them.. perhaps.. and it was their only chance. But calculating all of those coordinates in such a situation.. not many were able to do something like that. The officer did it anyway. There was no other way... the seconds passed.. until finally, a message appeared.
FTL DRIVE ONLINE
Typing in the numbers, just as the ship was shaken once more by an explosion, the officer took out his key again, inserting it in this computer's keyhole, activating the FTL drive. "Jump!", the officer shouted. And the CMS Siegrdifa jumped.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 20:25:15 GMT
One moment, you are here, you exist. Then, the space between you and another point in the universe is folded in the split of a second, moving the entirety of your being there. And for that split second.. you don't exist. You're nothing. But once you return to real space, the entirety of the effects of reality hit you straightforward.
The First Valkyrie jumped, perfectly into the orbit of whatever the Hamilton Spacedock was, its old structure screeching a little due to the over-tension. The Oberstleutnant fell forward, hitting his head, now not protected by the helmet that was thrown on the ground, into the computer, falling on the ground, with blood flowing out from both the hit to his head, and the bullet hole in his chest. A message was heard.
SHUTTING DOWN FTL DRIVES, ENTERING COOLDOWN STATE.....
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FTL DRIVES SHUT DOWN.
FTL JUMP, COMPLETE
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Post by The Governor on Dec 17, 2016 7:55:18 GMT
CMS Sigrdrifa
"Dahmanta!" Carter swore loudly as he was flung against a bulkhead. His shoulder had impacted the wall first, and considerable pain passed through the joint. But it soon passed, and Carter rushed to the side of the injured Oberstleutnant. The agent knew there had to be a medical bay somewhere aboard the ship, but he doubted that with the blood loss, he could bring the Lieutenant there in time. Carter swore again when he realised he didn't even know where the med bay was. As bad off as the Lieutenant was, anything that happened had to happen here and now. No medical tools. No medicine. Only a few syringes of chemicals, designed to slow death by blood loss. They wouldn't save anyone on their own, but they might provide precious minutes of life. Life, to stay alive until other help could be arranged.
The agent took a deep breath, and began cutting his coat into strips. Once the process was complete, he began wrapping the strips around the wounds of the Lieutenant, then applying pressure and praying the bleeding would stop. When it did, Carter would inject the synthetic blood.
As for Bethany, she had been holding a bar at the time of the jump, so she didn't move much. She remained as she was, seated near a communication console. She smiled when she saw the familiar lights of Hamilton Spacedock. It was a fairly new installation, built just before the Second Great War. She pressed a button, hoping it was for a distress signal. When the console's screen flickered to life, she pressed a button for broadcasting, and said in a clear, even tone, "Hamilton Spacedock. This is the CMS Sigrdrifa broadcasting. I am Ambassador Bethany Rhodes of the Dothvalian Confederacy, and I have narrowly escaped the chaos on Xalion. With me is the remnant of my delegation, as well as a gravely injured Colonial officer who helped me. You may be suspicious, but please, rescue us passengers and save a dying soldier."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 9:02:52 GMT
The ship sent the message, obviously. But only a few mere moments after the ambassador finished speaking, a message was showed on the old console screen.
ACCESS DENIED
The lights of the CIC turned to the same red color they had while on Xalion, as seemingly, the alarms were started again. The recorded voice could be heard announcing that Condition One was set, and saying the same traditional Colonial battle phrase. Action stations, action stations. All open consoles were soon covered by the same ACCESS DENIED messages, stopping anyone on board from using them. The lieutenant colonel on the floor still seemed to be alive, but he was unconscious.
But most of the changes, happened outside.
The old battlecarrier suddenly activated its shields, having redirected power from the offline FTL drives. Although old, the Opilium based reactors of the Sigrdrifa weren't something to ignore. A blueish shield surrounded the battlestar, very similar to the original shields that the Colonials had way back during the First Intergalactic War, clearly not Klein Fields, but the Confederates would more than clearly remember that even the old Colonial shields were pretty good. Hatches opened, and one by old, the old Valkyrie Class activated its main batteries, pointing most of them at the Spacedock, and loading them. As visible to the people in the CIC on the big screens, the ship also activated its point defense batteries, ready to unleash the flak field around the ship if it were to be attacked. The old Cobra Class Drones of the Kriegsflotte started to pour out the launching pods of the battlecarrier, entering standard squadron formations outside of the ship, protected by its shields. As older battlecarriers had to retract their main flight pods, one on each side of the main hull, before a jump, in order to avoid structural damage, the large flight pods were extended. The entire ship acted as if it was manned by a crew, ready for combat.
And most importantly, in the CIC, on the main screen, the foreigners were able to see that the ship activated its nuclear modules. And one by one, multiple hatches opened on the upper side of the battlecarrier, with the energy signal of Opilum based nuclear warheads spreading, being able to be detected from the Spacedock. But who was doing all of this? They soon got their answer.
The lights were suddenly turned on in the furthest portion of the CIC, which had remained dark for all of their time on board of the ship. That's where the captain's chair was supposed to be.. and strangely, someone was sitting on it. Someone none of them new.
At least at the first look, the person looked human, definitively a young woman. She had a long, and gracious blonde hair, neatly arranged, with a headband on top of her, which had a small accessory that seemed to look like a dark gray crown, slightly towards the side of it. She had dark blue eyes, which matched her uniform, a rather standard, but nice looking Kriegsflotte attire. A white shirt, with a nice black tie. A dark blue female coat, matched with red, and with an armband with the flag of the Colonies and the emblem of the War Fleet on her left arm. A black dress, a little short, but not too much, leaving a little space between the hemline of the skirt, and above the black thigh high socks. Black, female military leather boots completed the uniform. In her right hand, the woman was holding what looked like a black metallic pole, of the size of a scepter, being vaguely designed to look like one. Three spaces on its top allowed for what looked like the command keys of the ship to be held there, with two in place, and the third probably being the one that the Oberstlieutnant had used to turn the systems of the ship on. The young woman was smiling, sitting with her legs crossed.
"Pardon my intrusion, dear guests." the woman spoke in Galactic Standard, with just the slightest bit of a Colonial accent. "But may you tell what exactly are filthy Terrans like you doing on my deck?"
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Post by The Governor on Dec 18, 2016 9:04:18 GMT
Hamilton Spacedock
"Jyack lahva, stahshuhn kah! All hands, battle stations!" an automated voice screamed over an intercom. The station had received the message, and for that reason alone, they hadn't opened fire. If the message was truthful, then the old ship that currently threatened them held the Governor's son, as well as other important citizens. Even so, the garrison wouldn't be defenceless. Their own shields were up, and several commando companies were ready to attempt a boarding of the ship. Confederate starfighters were lined up near the hangar exits, and the station's mighty energy lance cannons were warming up.
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Bethany had to suppress a strong urge to laugh at the woman's comments. When she felt it was under control, she answered, "Terrans? I'm afraid you're mistaken. We're from very far from Terra. Farther than the Colonies actually. We're from the Dothvalian Confederacy, a nation in Triangulum. There were at least two missions sent, we know. There was the one that carried my ancestors, and then the second one. The first mission encountered a wild galaxy whose very planets were arrayed against mankind. The second never came. It was annihilated by the Abyssals, and they left us to die on our own. In the wastelands, we did indeed die by the millions. But instead of going extinct, we were aided by a native alien species, the Dothvalians. For a thousand years, we rebuilt the human race in Triangulum, mankind's farthest frontier. We're not Terrans. We've been lost in space for a millennium, and we only returned to the intergalactic stage in the past fifty years. We consider our capital world, Karsopolis, our home world. Upon our initial return, we did enter a war with the Colonies on the side of its enemies."
The Ambassador then added, "In our defence, we were fired upon first, and we had no idea that the Abyssals were real, or even that there was a difference between the Colonials and the humans from Earth. But it was a long time ago. Another Intergalactic War occurred, and the Keltaken Empire tried its hardest to destroy the Colonies once and for all. When we refused to take part, an insurgent faction started an internal war within the Confederacy, a conflict we call the Traitors' War. The government slew all of these seditious radicals, and peace followed. Ever since the First Intergalactic War, the Confederacy has tried to mend relations with the Colonies. We saved them from war with an extremist faction of our government, we gave them many of our military secrets, we helped rescue the current Hegemon on two occasions, and we've sent everything we have to Terra Nova to aid them against the Abyssals. In fact, we actually established formal diplomatic relations. I am Ambassador Bethany Rhodes of the Dothvalian Confederacy, and it was my task to oversee the mission to Xalion and rebuild relations with the Colonies. The government of the Colonies was overthrown in a coup by a group known as the Axiom Church, and all delegations were detained." She then pointed to the Lieutenant Colonel and said, "That is Oberstleutnant Gilbert Wendelin of the Freikorps, and he rescued us at great personal risk. He has been seriously injured carrying out his orders to protect my delegation, and the man beside him is my cousin. Carter's a spy and not a doctor, but all members of Intelligence have medical training, and he's been trying to help the Oberstleutenant. Which brings us here."
The Ambassador then displayed a small necklace, one that carried the flag of the Confederacy. She suspected the Axiom Knights had left it alone because they considered it worthless and plain. But the flag held great meaning to those with trained eyes. Bethany undid the clasp, and walked forward, presenting the icon to the woman. She said in an even tone, "As you can see, this is no flag of Terra." Then, she waited for the android's response.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 10:15:42 GMT
"You are not Terrans? That is pretty difficult to believe. You sure look like them.", the ship model, because it was clear that the young woman was one, replied. "A nation in Triangulum? Extremely unlikely. I do have data about the Two Jumps to Triangulum. Contact was lost with both. A Colonial commission established in 2856 HSC that there was no way for the colonists in Triangulum to have survived during the Long Night. A proposal was made in the Federal Diet to send a mission to investigate what truly happened to the colonists, but the amount of forces that the Colonies had to gather to keep the Terrans away stopped the Government from ever approving such a mission. The survival of the colonists with the help of an alien race would be theoretically possible, though.", the ship model continued, but stopped as the ambassador reached the part where she mentioned the war against the Colonies.
"Not knowing that there was a difference between the Terrans and the Colonies shows a big lack of information and thinking. The difference between the Colonies and Earth existed even before the First Jump to Triangulum happened. I find it however rather difficult to believe that the Keltakens would try to destroy the Colonies. The latest information I have mentions an alliance between the Federation and the Empire. I can not pronounce myself over the possibility of an internal war in a theoretical human nation in the Triangulum galaxy though, due to a severe lack of data. I also find your mentioning of the Abyssals rather difficult to believe. Operation Heaven's Fall resulted in the complete annihilation of the Abyssal threat."
Despite the entire situation, the young women seemed to be unnaturally calm, most likely talking to the ambassador and controlling the ship at the same time. And even if it was quite obvious that the women, or the ship, or whatever it was, continued to speak politely to the ambassador, despite her clear hate for the Terrans.
The women though flinched when Terra Nova was mentioned, but ignored it, as she continued to speak. "The presence of a foreign delegation on Xalion is not impossible, but highly improbable. I do remember that the capital was to be moved back to Terra Nova as soon as the Second Secession War was to end." The blue eyed woman sighed. "It is also extremely difficult for me to believe that something like that would happen. The Federal Government to be overthrown by a Church? It sounds like a bad fiction story. But assuming that the group is hostile to the FedGov, detaining the foreign delegations would seem as a logical step."
Standing up from her chair, still with the scepter like object in her right hand, the blonde woman looked at the Colonial with interest. "This young man does look Colonial. His uniform is clearly that of the Volunteer Corps, and the straps to match the rank you claim he has. I would need his ID before making a decision though. The name is.. rather weird though. My former commanding officer was called Wendelin, and it isn't exactly a widespread name." Saying that, the woman used her scepter to point as something in the other direction of the CIC, which seemed to be some sort of a small exposition. In the small exposition, which seemed to show holograms about the CMS Siegrdrifa's history, there was one of an officer, a Colonial with blonde hair and blue eyes, who seemed to have died in 3019. Albert Wendelin.
The Oberstleutnant on the other hand seemed to be slowly waking up, as much as a man who had lost so much blood and was still losing it could wake up. Without the helmet and the mask on, the Confederates could actually see how he looked like. He had a blonde, a little messy and bloody now hair, and a pretty pale complexion even more accentuated by his loss of blood, probably coming from his Xalionian origin. He looked like a rather normal human for the most part, but his eyes.. his eyed had rather sickly yellowish color. Not exactly the most normal thing out there. In terms of age, it was clear that he was just a little too young to have been conscripted in the Bundeswehr, hence why he probably joined the Volunteer Corps. And while his current situation wasn't exactly helping it, it could be said that he was pretty good looking.
"I'm afraid that I can't help him though. My last refill with medical supplies seem to have been centuries ago, just like most of my data. His life signs seem to have stabilized though, but he is seemingly suffering from a lot of internal bleeding. He will require medical assistance to survive.", the woman told the ambassador, turning towards her. The blue eyed model looked at the flag on the necklace with curiosity.
"I don't have any data about that flag, and it most certainly doesn't match the emblems connected to Earth. As such, I am forced to recognize that what you are saying might be true. As such, I apologize for my insults from earlier.", the woman replied. "I am the ship model of the C.M.S. Siegrdrifa, even if it seems that I have been created a long time after the ship itself was created. This is the first time that I am turned online, and it seems that I have to thank this Oberstleutnant for doing this. As the name of the ship itself seems to be difficult for foreigners to pronounce, it seems that I was assigned the name of Sieglinda. It is a pleasure to meet you, Ambassador Bethany Rhodes of the Dothvalian Confederacy. I would appreciate it if the forces surrounding me would stop directly threatening me, or else, protocol requires me to blow up my reactors rather than leave myself fall in the hands of possible enemies. " The woman waved her left hand, and a message appeared.
NUCLEAR WARHEADS, ONLINE, CONFIRMED.
REROUTING POWER, REACTORS, MAXIMUM CAPACITY
The communication system returned to an online status. "As a Colonial ship however, my main duty right now would be to protect this member of the Colonial military. And as such, I would appreciate it if the spacedock in our proximity, which more than surely owns a medical area, would take care of him. Otherwise, if hostile actions continue, I will be forced to use the nuclear armament I own."
The warheads were targeted at the spacedock, and the ship continued to launch drones, which although they were outdated, started to take defensive positions around the ship, especially protecting the areas where a foreign party might try to board the ship.
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Post by Asriel Dreemurr on Dec 19, 2016 23:20:19 GMT
CMS SeigrdrafaThe Commonwealth Ambassador remained silent for the whole time. Even when the ship began to act on its own, he didn't say a word. One might wonder why... But he was recording all of the events so far in his diary. "Entry number 17... We have managed to escape the Knights of the Axiom Church with the help of a Colonial officer. What a battered boy he was. Bleeding while taking down guards like that? Jeez. Too bad, I probably wouldn't see him after today. I haven't said thank you yet. OR did I? I must be having memory gaps...""Entry Number 18... So Colonial ships seem to have, err, sentient... versions of their mentality? Err... I can't tell. I cannot tell if she is a really good AI of the likes of the Acruani or Neuros, but nevermind... She doesn't seem to be too bad after all.""Entry number 19... Seems she doesn't like the fact that the space dock was readying its weapons. Protocol...? Blowing up reactors? Seems too much, my lady."Orbit of Xalion
The IS battleship in orbit entered full combat mode as soon as the rebels began to attack the nearby Colonial vessels. The mighty Class 5 warship, one of the newest versions of the IS battleship, is one tough nut to crack, and with that in mind, the ship launched nuclear warheads and fired its main laser batteries at anything that was rebel. Its shields refused to yield to incoming fire, absorbing many a shot. All of this, while it hightailed towards the space station, which was holding on its own against enemy fighters and a destroyer. The speeding IS battleship took the fighters with a sweep of auto cannon fire while it simply... rammed the destroyer to shove it off the way. However, there was no time to waste. Rebel battlecarriers are visible in the distance.
Hastily, the embassy's employees, guards, and well, everyone inside the station boarded the battleship. All the while being under attack from fighters and another destroyer. It took 3 minutes for everyone in the embassy to board the ship. With the extraction complete, began to lock coordinates for hyperspace jump. Ah... A place called Antiga Prime somewhere in the Milky Way. Why not go straight to the Magellanic Cloud? That would be dangerous. The safest maximum range for the jump is 2000 light years, and beyond that, inaccuracies can happen. Which can lead to deaths.
The coordinates are now locked, but the drives need to get ready. 30 more seconds...
While the drives charged and churned with energy, the ship fended off fighters, destroyers, and.... a battlecarrier?
"Oh ****, not that thing."
"Keep firing!", screamed the ship's captain. "Take down whatever they throw at us!"
"Affirmative!"
The ship continued to defend itself for 20 more seconds, launching everything its got at the traitorous rebels. IT received substantial damage in the process, but at least it dealt some serious damage itself. Some smaller ships were taken by the IS, and fighters were also beaten down by it.
Hyperdrive ready. Jumping now...
For a moment, the ship glowed. Then it was gone.
Arrived in destination. Jump over.
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Post by The Governor on Dec 20, 2016 12:14:16 GMT
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Bethany smiled and said to Sieglinda, "Dont worry about what was said earlier. I'm difficult to offend. And as for the space station, I can talk them down." With that, Bethany walked towards the console and hailed the station.
It was received quickly, and answered by an important looking officer. With the array of medals on his chest and the wreathed crosses on his collarbone, Bethany knew he was the station commander. She said in an even tone, "Greetings, commander. You received my earlier message?"
"I did," the grizzled officer answered. "And I must say, you're becoming more and more creative. And very impressive work with the details this time. But you cant fool me, Delieggen. This is hardly the first time your Abyssal masters used an older Colonial vessel to make an incursion into Confederate space. The last time, you surprised us. But no longer. That ship was provided by the Invaders, and everyone saw the footage of that massacre. The real Ambassador Rhodes is on Xalion, probably awaiting execution if she hasn't been murdered already."
"And whatever the Invaders gave you, you're not going to breach a modern, fully armed Confederate battle station. We may be the forgotten bulwark against a war that never materialised, but you shall not pass us! The cannons should be ready now. All hands, open fire!" With those words, the sound of laser weaponry echoed over the channel.
The hologram became a haze of static, but Bethany could hear the weapons continuing to fire, as well as something else. As for George, he noticed that despite the sounds he heard on the console, the sensors showed that no fire was incoming.
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At the command centre of the station, the Confederate garrison was engaged in a vicious firefight with unknown parties. As one of the soldiers' shots nearly connected, Phantom Agent Terrence Radford dove behind an ammunition container as he returned fire. The station crewman fell heavily to the ground, and Radford raced forward towards the bridge. As soon as the delegation had left Xalion, the hyperspace tracking beacons implanted in Carter and Bethany had informed Intelligence that the delegation had escaped. The team had come aboard a small vessel, and Radford, who led the mission, had calmly lied that there was a routine inspection and he needed to see the commander.
The firefight had never been part of the plan. But the servicemen were asking far too many questions, and with a nuclear-armed ship in the area, as well as the Director's family in grave peril, time was something the Intelligence task force didn't have. As a laser bolt connected with his chest, the agent fell backwards and swore loudly as he hit the metal floor. He returned fire, and got up moments later, thankful for his jacket's laser-diffusing properties.
Suddenly, one of his subordinates shouted, "Sir! We've locked down all other parts of the station. Only our side of the bridge can operate."
"Nicely done, agent," Terrence said as he stepped forward into the command centre. "Now, get that comm channel open again."
"Yes sir!"
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Aboard the Siegrdrifa, everyone wondered what had caused the sound, and all of the passengers looked to the comm station when it showed the station bridge again. Carter smiled when he saw the image. It was a colleague of his, Phantom Thirteen, Terrence Radford. Years ago, when Carter had infiltrated Kaarlazen, Terrence had been the inside man who got him in and out. The agent on the screen was somewhat older, but still young, and he led with a sort of reckless authority.
Terrence was six foot one, with neatly arranged light brown hair. He said to Carter, "You always have the most impressive escapes. Walking away from Delieggen. Leading a mutiny when your cover was blown on that EOH frigate. Now you've hijacked a Colonial battle carrier from Xalion. I dont know what you're going to do next."
Carter smiled and said, "It's good to see you, Terry. What's happened on the station?"
"We've taken control after a brief struggle. A Persecutor (Intelligence Dreadnought) is en route with Assistant Director Kennison. We didn't see Jack during the broadcast. What's become of him?"
"Dead, Terry. It's not what you think though. The Axiom Knights aren't what killed him. I'll explain more on the station. And why isn't Director Silva coming herself? I know she's worried sick about me."
"Oh, she's worried beyond sick. More liked worried crazy. But all of it's under control. I'll explain once you board. Coming to hangar twenty-five. I'll lower the shields now. You're good to land as soon as sensors show the station's weapons powering down."
""Alright. I'll see you soon." With that, the channel was closed, and the delegation began wondering what awaited them aboard the station.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 17:46:15 GMT
"Thank you very much for handling this situation, Ambassador. I would have disliked to be forced to take military actions in order to protect myself.", Sieglinda replied politely, smiling. While the Confederate woman was talking to the space station, the blonde ship model leaned over the wounded boy who was laying nearly unconscious on the floor. While doing that, the blue eyed woman revealed a necklace that she was wearing. It held two small, golden rounded devices, bound together, each with a red circle capacitive button in the middle. Upon a closer look, the Oberstleutnant was also wearing a similar accessory, though in his case, the two devices were clearly dog tags, in a black color, and being worn with a resistant veranium ball chain. To those with a vague knowledge in the Colonial military, those were the identification devices worn by the members of the Colonial military. Held together, a press on any of the capactive like buttons would open a small hologram, containing the details of that specific soldier. When necessary, one of those devices could be broken from the other and taken away, case in which the devices could also act as localizing devices. Recently, they had started to be replaced by chips, which also allowed anyone to easily interact with the holographic systems on board of modern Colonial ships. But it was clear that the modernization hadn't reached the Freikorps yet.
"Very well then. I shall allow these.. delegations to be taken to the space station, and if medical help will be accorded to this Oberstleutnant of the Freikorps, I shall follow you the space station.", Sieglinda confirmed, not reacting in any visible way to what happened on board of the station."Please follow me."
Saying that, the ship model took the unconscious Colonial from the floor without any sort of visible of effort, and left the CIC, carrying him in her arms. The entire group was led to a small transport shuttle, which left the ship, heading for the station. The C.M.S. Siegrdrifa remained on positing, with all battle systems ready.
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Post by The Governor on Dec 23, 2016 20:12:57 GMT
Sieglinda exited the ship first, followed by the Confederate delegation, and then the others. A physician took the unconscious Oberstleutnant, and moved him to a med-lab that had been deployed in the hangar. Once the wounded man was on the table, the doctor began to work.
Terry was also in the hangar, along with several Intelligence members. He spoke to the Confederate delegation first, saying in a warm tone, "It's good that you're all right. Director Silva almost started a war for your sake."
"You mentioned she was worried," Carter replied. "So what happened?"
"Well, she wanted your father to send an invasion to Xalion, and he refused. So she asked Intelligence to do the job instead. Assistant Director Kennison took control before anything got out of hand. When you left Xalion, the beacons you have told us exactly where you went next. I was deployed from a nearby Intelligence base in Drathian space, and took control of the station so you wouldn't be attacked on entry. We're just lucky these are everyday Naval officers and most of the commandos were loaded into transports by the time we got here. So we took control without too much difficulty. Like I said, everything is fine." He then turned to Sieglinda, and asked, "What era are you from? You're clearly one of the Colonial ship models we've heard about, but the ship in the system seems like an older model. So, when were you created? And if you dont mind me asking, what is your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 20:50:22 GMT
The ship model remained quiet for the entirety of the time after they entered the station, only giving the Oberleutnant's unconscious body to the Confederate scientist. She only seemed to smirk while the Confederates talked about an invasion of Xalion, clearly considering it to be something of fantasy. Impossible to happen.But when the Confederate asked her that question, the ship model saluted gracefully in most Colonial way possible, and started to speak. "I am the Colonial Military Ship Siegrfrida. Nicknamed the First Valkyrie, the Valkyrie Queen, and the First Lady. Launched in 2648 after the Human Standard Calendar by the Republic of Xalion. Flagship of the Valkyrie Class of battlecarriers. First military vessel of the Free Volunteer Corps, first military vessel of the Colonial War Fleet. I took an active part in the First Secession War, and I remained the flagship of the War Fleet during the Eternal Armistice. I led the 1st Colonial Fleet during the beginning of the Second Secession War until I was damaged during the Stand of Xalion. With the advancement in military technology having turned the Valkyrie Class increasingly obsolete, and with the problems created by the necessity to isolate my network systems that were susceptible to Terran viruses, the Federal Diet voted to turn me into a museum ship in 3016 after the Human Standard Calendar, the last ship of my class to be decommissioned. Ever since, I served as a museum ship on Xalion.", the blonde ship model calmly related. "With my systems offline, I do not have the necessary data to give an answer, but I was given a human ship model somewhere between 3016 and 3175, which was left in a hibernation mode until Obersleutnant Gilbert Wendelin activated me a few hours ago." Sieglinda then made a short pause. "I do find your lack of data on me somewhat disturbing. Together with the Colonial Military Ship Terra Nova, I am one of the most popular Colonial ships to have ever existed, even if it is not my wish to praise myself too much. My ship model's name however seems to be Sieglinda, chosen because of the apparent difficulty of modern Colonial Standard speakers in pronouncing my actual name. That would be about all."
The blue eyed woman then remained quiet for another few good moments.. until she talked again. "I must however also inform you that Julius Kingsley, the Hegemon of the Federated Colonies, has just died."
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Post by The Governor on Dec 25, 2016 6:29:33 GMT
Terry listened closely, finding the information both interesting and illuminating. It was easy to catalogue inside his mind. Surprise surfaced as he heard about the Hegemon. After giving all of it thought, the agent explained, "Sieglinda. A pleasure. I'm Terrence Radforth of Imperial intelligence, but feel free to call me Terry. I'm not sure if the Ambassador told you this, but the Confederacy is only informed of happenings outside Triangulum in the last thirty years. Within our own space, we're quite advanced. For a time, our ships could even match Colonial battle carriers. But on all things intergalactic, most of our data is obsolete." His face darkened as he added, "This is grave news about the Hegemon. Please, tell me whatever you can, as quickly as it's available. A great deal has occurred in the past day, and what we do next depends on the circumstances of his death. I for one suspect regicide, though I could be wrong."
"Terry, wait," said Carter. "What do you mean what we do next? Aren't we going to engage the Axiom Church?"
"I don't know," Terry replied. "But your father has called for a news conference, intergalactic broadcast, the same as that awful Massacre on Xalion. Whatever he has in mind, he wants every galaxy to know. I do expect a war with whatever rises from the ashes of the Colonies. Governor Sharp always tried to ensure peace and mend relations, but with the Devils rising in the Milky Way, even he has to take decisive action."
He then turned to the assembled delegations and said, "As for all of those assembled, I'm glad you escaped Xalion safely. There are many ships at Hamilton Spacedock, and all of you can either wait here for a ship from your nation, or one of ours can bring you home. The decision is yours, and you will be kept comfortably until you are ready to leave the station."
Bethany then spoke up and said, "But what about you, Sieglinda? With the Axiom Church usurping the Colonies, where will you go?"
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